The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Nine: Blossoming Danger
Chapter Seven: Flowering Passion
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

Knave Angela – Drakin Castle, The Haunted Forest

Dust danced through the beams of sunlight as I raised my big, heavy tit to my mouth and licked at the salty cum staining my mound. I moaned, savoring the flavor of the swarthy orc’s jizz. My tongue dragged across my pale flesh to my pink nipple coated in a glob of his cum.

I sucked it into my mouth, tingles racing through me. I shivered, a heady thrill racing through me, growing with every breath. Thrak’s dick thrust hard before him, the pierced tip twitching as he watched me suck on my nipple. Pleasure shivered through me down to my wet, dripping pussy.

It was so hot searching for the last piece of the High King’s sword this way. It was here, somewhere, in the Biomancer Vebrin’s ancient ruins. My pussy clenched. Maybe it was in there. Maybe Thrak had to fuck his huge cock into me to find it.

I stretched out on the floor, my naked body undulating, my lips still sucking on my nipple. The vines and their beautiful, ivy leaves blushing to purple at the center, moved towards me. I spread my legs as the leaves brushed my sides.

My nipple popped out of my mouth as a vine with a purple flower crawled up my side. “Mmm, Thrak, maybe the piece of the sword’s hidden in my cave.” My fingers slid down my body, trailing tingles. I reached my shaved pussy, parting my folds. “Maybe you have a way to explore it.”

Thrak grinned, stroking his cock. “I think I have the perfect tool right here.”

I shivered as he rose to his towering height. The flowering vine wrapped about my pillowy mound, squeezing in as the soft petals of the flower nuzzled at the cum staining my tit. I gasped as it drank the jizz.

“Naughty flower,” I giggled.

Thrak only grunted. “Must be a female flower. They come in different sexes on some plants, some male and some female. Others have both.”

“Oh, hermaphrodite plants. I bet that’s Matar’s work. She is the Mother of Nature.” I giggled at that as the flower licked up more cum, drawing nearer to my nipple.

“Yes, that is a leading theory,” Thrak said, falling to his knees and seizing my legs. He lifted my hips, bringing my pussy to his big, thick cock.

The flower reached my nipple, engulfing it, the petals forming a tight seal. I gasped, the flower sucking at my nub. I tossed my head from side to side as it went to work pleasuring me. I groaned, my eyes fluttering.

And then the orc stabbed his dick into my pussy.

My thighs locked around the swarthy orc’s waist, my thighs feeling his hard muscles. His scarred chest was masculine perfection. He was such a brute. So powerful. So ravishing. His cock ring slid through my pussy walls as he speared me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Probe my cave. Make sure the final piece of the High King’s sword isn’t in me.”

“Yes,” he snarled. “Oh, you have such a hot, tight, wet cunt. You want this so bad.”

“So bad,” I squealed. “Just pound me. Ream me. Make me explode on that wonderful cock. Oh, yes, Thrak, I need it. I want it. Flood me with your jizz.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” he snarled, his face twisting with pleasure. That amazing cock ring rubbed so hard on my pussy walls as they clung to his thick, plunging cock.

The vine wrapped about my tit clenched and relaxed, squeezing my tit into a big mound as the flower sucked so greedily at my nipple. My nub throbbed and my areola tingled. The soft petals caressed it.

My hips pumped and writhed, my head tossing back and forth. My eyes fluttered. I moaned and gasped, my tits jiggling from the force of Thrak’s cum. He fucked me the way only a powerful warrior could. No restraint, driving his dick into my depths. Stimulating me with the friction of hard cock and harder piercing. My clit throbbed against his pubic bone. His balls thwacked my taint.

“Yes,” I hissed, my hand stroking a leaf. The flower shivered, sucking harder as my finger traced down to the purple heart of the leaf, running along the central vein. “Oh, yes, suck my nipple while Thrak fucks me!”

Another flowering vine caressed my face. The sweet scent of its purple flower filled my nose. The scent was so familiar. Like marigolds. And then the plant nuzzled at my lips. I licked at it, tasting the nectar hidden in the petal’s folds.

The flower on my nipple sucked harder, the vine clenching about my tit.

“You’re eating out the flower,” groaned Thrak. “Tonguing it like you would Sophia’s pussy.”

“Yes,” I moaned into the flower. I nuzzled in the heart of the petals. The nectar was so sweet, so familiar.

My body shivered and shuddered. I clenched down on Thrak’s thrusting cock over and over. My hips pumped into his thrusts. My eyes rolled back into my head as I tongued the flower. Thrak leaned over me, planting his hands on the ground, pounding me even harder.

A vine wrapped about his swarthy torso, clenching on his muscles. A flower found his nipple, latching on to the small, dark nub. Thrak grunted, reaming his huge dick faster and faster into me, churning my depths into a froth.

That cock… Damn, it was the best cock.

The flower sucked harder at my nipple. The more I tongued the one kissing my mouth, the more the other loved my nipple. Something almost like a tongue, the tip sticky, played with my nipple as it sucked, building the pleasure churning in my pussy’s depths.

“Gods, Angela, that cunt,” he grunted, slamming into me. “Such a hungry hole. Gewin’s mighty cock, you want my cum.”

“I do,” I moaned into the flower. “I… Pater’s cock!”

My orgasm burst in my depths. Hot, spasming pleasure shuddered through me. My body heaved and my eyes fluttered. The hot pleasure stabbed through me. I groaned and gasped, bucking into his thrusts. My pussy spasmed on his dick, growing even more sensitive. I felt that cock piercing slam into my depths, stimulating me.

The pleasure surged hot through me. I groaned, gasped, bucking into his thrusts. His meaty balls thwacked into me as I shivered and moaned. My nipple throbbed in the sucking flower. I moaned into the flower kissing my mouth, brushing its sticky depths, loving the test of her nectar.

I know I’ve licked a pussy that tasted like this before. But it was so hard to think. This place was magical.

“Gewin’s mighty cock!” bellowed Thrak as he buried into my depths.

His hot cum spurted into me. I shivered, my pussy milking that big shaft. His jizz splashed in me. So thick. I shivered, my hips undulating, my thighs gripping his waist. His pierced face twisted in primal passion above me.

“Gods,” he groaned, the final blast of his jizz flooding me. “One of the flowers is sucking on my balls.”

I giggled. “Mmm, they’re so big and fun to play with.”

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Xerathalasia

The purple flower sucked harder on my cock, petals wrapped about my shaft. This was all wrong. I shouldn’t have a cock right now. I was in the middle of my cycle. My dick only sprouted when I was in heat, three days out of the moon’s phase. It was too early.

“This… is… wrong,” I groaned while Sophia writhed on the ground, wrapped up in vines, my cum spilling out of her pussy.

I had fucked her. I shouldn’t have done that. She was sworn to Saphique. She was never supposed to fuck a cock. I had robbed her over her connection to her goddess. She was no longer an acolyte. And she didn’t seem to care.

“Oh, that was the best,” she moaned.

Why didn’t she care?

It was so hard to think. The flower sucked on my dick. The tip tingled and throbbed. My eyes rolled back into my head. The sticky scent of the flower caressed the crown of my dick as it sucked, the purple-stained leaves twitching.

This ivy wasn’t natural. It shouldn’t move. I breathed in, my nose tingling. My ears twitched. Dust floated through the air, illuminated by beams of sunlight spearing through holes in the ruined castle and…

My eyes opened.

“Pollen. You naughty plant. Your pollen is in the air it’s…” My dick throbbed. I had to focus.

But that sucking flower. My dick ached to cum. Needed to cum. The pressure built in the depths of my pussy. Juices dribbled down my thighs. My pleasure shivered through me. I clenched my hands. I had to rip the flower off my dick.

“Matar’s cock,” I cursed. It felt so good.

My hands flexed, wanting to rip my cock from the flower, to tear off the vine entwined about my leg. How had that even happened? This pollen…

The flower flexed, suckling with a hungry passion. I shivered, my pussy clenching. Juices beaded down my thighs as my ears wiggled faster and faster. This plant, this monstrous creation of the Biomancer Vebrin, had to be stopped.

After I orgasmed.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “You just want to suck all the cum out of me. Oh, yes. Oh, Matar’s cock, yes!”

The pleasure swelled through me. My ears twitched more and more as I shivered, shuddered. It was so great. The bliss shivered through my body. I groaned, eyes fluttering. My fingers clenched, unclenched.

My hips thrust forward, my dick sliding deeper into the flower. More and more of its petals covered the shaft. It sucked with such greedy hunger. Sophia writhed on the floor, gasping, moaning as the vines held her. It was too much. I couldn’t pay attention to her and keep any bit of my sanity. My toes curled.

My cum spurted hot, hard into the hungry flower’s mouth.

“Yes, yes, drink it down,” I moaned in elvish. “You love it. You naughty flower!”

Jizz boiled out of the depths of my ovaries, shooting out my cock. So much seed. And the flower drank it down, the vine constricting about my leg. The leaves shivered in orgasmic delight. The plant monster loved my seed.

The pleasure peaked in me. A wonderful plateau of rapture. And then I groaned, tits heaving. My dick throbbed, the flower still sucking on it. Eager for more cum. It was greedy for it. If I let it, it would keep sucking me until…

I passed out from exhaustion. Died.

It was killing us achingly slow. But that gave me time to find the source, to kill it. Sophia was lost, bound and gasping, not caring about anything. I could hear the others moaning through the building, the plant shuddering.

But it didn’t seem to affect me as much. Why?

My nose tingled as I breathed. My dick throbbed.

“No,” I snarled and seized the vine. I yanked the sucking flower off my cock. My tip popped out. I shivered, wanting to let go, to enjoy the plant.

It didn’t fight as I unwounded it from my leg. I pulled away, fading marks on my pale, greenish skin. I stumbled out of the room, my eyes scanning. There had to be a source, a place where the vine sprouted from. That was what I had to find.

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Acolyte Sophia

The wonderful vines held me tight, my arms over my head, my legs spread wide. I was helpless.

I loved it.

I moaned, the flowers sucking on my nipples. Another flower with a thick stamen-cock pushed to my mouth. I opened wide, exploring it with my tongue, loving the nectary flavor of the flower-dick. I sucked on it, cheeks hollowing.

No wonder Angela was always after Xera when she became a hermaphrodite.