Jonah swung his sword about, fending off another lash of the vines.
“Whoops!” his foe giggled, her vines retracting like serpents waiting to strike. “Almost gotcha!”
Jonah panted, levelling his sword again. This was bad. Really bad. He’d gone too deep into the dungeon. Gone too far. He shouldn’t have tried for level 10 so soon! He was only level 9. But he’d done so well so far. After getting his adventurer license at the age of eighteen, he’d surged up the ranks within three months to his current and strength. And the only way to advance was to fight those stronger than him.
His eyes again wandered to the name and number glowing above the alraune’s head. A bright, golden Rosemary, and beneath that, 11. One level above him. Doable. Or, should be.
Inevitably, his eyes were pulled back down. Inevitable, because he had to watch for her next attack. But that was only part of it. Beautiful didn’t do her justice. She was sculpted like a goddess of green, her wide hips vanishing into the bud of the flower whose roots humped out of the floor. Her breasts were the size of melons and swayed with her every teasing motion, nipples coal black. Her face was lovely, framed by hair as rich and green as the vines that writhed about her, her eyes shining and a halo of pollen all around her.
But those eyes were wicked for all her beauty. She was a monster, and she would enjoy destroying him.
Jonah took a step back, but the door to the chamber was sealed by a thick tangle of vines. If he turned to hack his way through, she’d be on him. He had to beat her. Somehow.
“Gosh! You’re fighting so hard. You don’t have to. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No! Really! I would never want to hurt such a silly boy. Coming allllll the way down here? Trying to fight someone so much stronger than him? Such a silly bimbo.”
“Sh-shut up! I’m not stupid!”
“Hmmm. Are you sure?” she giggled, tapping her chin, her plump breasts bouncing. “Why else would such a dumb dumb come in here? Surely you must know you’re far too weak to fight me. Far to easy. Far too much of a silly, squishy boy to think to beat me!”
“Shut up!” he shouted again, rushing forward, swinging his sword.
Vines lashed at him from the plantgirl’s base, forcing him back.
“See?” she giggled. “So weak! Only a level 9! That’s much too weak. So, you must have been really dumb coming here. Really silly. Such a silly, stupid, bimbo boy.”
“Of course you are! You’re just too dumb to see it.”
His face burned. His every breath was heavy and laboured. The sword felt heavy in his hands. The world spinning. Gods. Why was it so hot? Was he that exhausted? But he should have plenty of stamina.
“Awwww. What’s wrong? Is my silly boy feeling tired?”
“Hmm. Okay! Then I guess my pretty pollen isn’t making your head so dumb.”
In horror Jonah called up his status effect screen. There, throbbing like a wound, written in red letters, was the words POISONED.
“Yep!” the plant girl giggled. “My own special blend! To make all those silly boys so dumb for me. Is it working?”
He looked at her, shocked. He hadn’t any antidotes. Already he could see his stamina falling further. Feel the weakness throb through him again. His sword was so heavy. Soon, he wouldn’t be able to lift it. He didn’t have long. He had to win! Fast!
Foregoing caution, Jonah roared and charged the plant girl. His sword swung in silver arcs, slicing through vines that reached for him. His stamina bleeding away. But he was doing it! He was going to get her!
Right until the root suddenly rose, and caught his foot.
Momentum slammed Jonah to the ground, his head ringing from the impact. Breath driven from his lungs.
“Oops!” the plantgirl giggled. “Look at that. You can’t even stand up alone! Here. Let me help.”
Jonah was helpless, only squirming uselessly as the vines wrapped about his legs and arms, hoisting him into the air. His limp fingers tried to clutch his sword to no avail, dragging it an inch before it clattered back to the hard earth.
“There we are,” Rosemary said as he was dangled before her, an inch from those dark lips, her bright eyes taking him in. “Poor boy,” she cooed, her voice dripping with mocking sweetness. “You tried so hard! But you’re far too silly to think you could beat me! Boys are always so confident in how strong they are. Too bad they’re all so weak.”
“N…not… weak…” Jonah gasped.
“Sure you are! Aw, but maybe that big old level makes you feel all strong and brave. Well! We have to do something about that. Time to bring you down to a more… proper level.”
Jonah didn’t understand. Was she going to kill him? If she did, he’d just be revived at the temple in town. He bucked, gasping in surprise as he felt her fingers fiddling with his pants. He gasped as she tugged them down, revealing his throbbing cock. His cheeks reddened, his head spinning from the pollen.
“Mmmm! There it is,” Rosemary giggled. Jonah gasped, hips twitching as she tapped the head of his cock with a sly finger. “All big and twitching! No surprise. After all, boys only ever think with their cocks!”
“Now that’s just rude!” Rosemary huffed. “And here I am trying to give you a lesson about adventuring! Oh well. You’re cute, so I’ll let it go. Besides, if I don’t teach you, who will?”
Jonah didn’t understand what she was getting at, and before he could puzzle it out, he saw a new flower rise from her base. It was a large bulb of feather-soft purple petals at the end of a large vine. His eyes slowly widened as it drew nearer to his cock, then slid around it, and began to suck.
“Gnnnn!” Jonah gasped, arching as the flower pulsated around his cock, those soft feathers like dozens of wicked fingers all stroking him at once, running up and down his twitching shaft. “F-fuck!”
“There we go! See? Isn’t that nice?”
“Y-yeah,” Jonah gasped, unable to deny it as the flower sucked and bobbed and stroked around his cock. He moaned, twitching, hung before the plantgirl, helpless as her flower devoured his cock in agonizing tender sucking.
“What a good boy. Aren’t you a good boy for Rosemary?”
“Mnnn! N-not you g-good boy,” he panted.
“Not yet! Not with all those pesky intelligence and willpower stats. But we’ll fix that soon, won’t we?”
His reply died, buried beneath a helpless orgasm that spilled through him. He groaned, shuddering in the grasp of the vines as he came, his cock pumping his seed into the hungry lips of the flower. Draining his cum.
Jonah sagged in the vines, panting. Whimpering, for despite cumming so much it felt like his body was sucked dry, he was still hard, and the flower was still sucking.
Fluttering around his cock.
“What a good boy!” Rosemary giggled, squishing his cheeks in her hands, tilting his head so he looked into her eyes. “Look at that! Cumming so hard for me. You’re doing such a good job!”
Jonah stared into her shining eyes, panting, his head so stuffed with pollen he wasn’t sure what he was seeing. But the image slowly resolved. The number hovering above Rosemary’s head.
Did she gain that by beating him? But he hadn’t been beaten. Had he? Maybe he had. After all, this was surely heaven.
“Ooooh, that’s it,” Rosemary moaned as he began to buck and twitch and thrust into her flower again. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me. Gimme all your silly little stats. Oh yes. Yessss! That’s it. That’s it!”
“Ah. Ah! Mnnnnn!” Jonah cried out, cumming again, his head spinning again as the flower drank every spurt from his silly cock. His head thumping with every pulse of his shaft as she drained him yet again.
There was the softest ding, and above Rosemary’s head, the number changed to 13.
A flicker of movement drew Jonah’s eye, and his head lolled, looking to his status screen still up.
But, his level hadn’t been 7.
It took him a moment to notice the change. Realization slowly trickled in. His eyes widened, looking into hers. “You…”
Rosemary giggled. “Oops! Looks like someone saw their silly level go down. Don’t worry, honey. I’ll use it much better than you. And we gotta teach you proper caution! After all, silly bimbo boys can’t fight someone of such a higher level than him. They’ve gotta start all over and not be so silly next time!”
“I… my… Nnnn!” he moaned as the flower resumed sucking.
“Aw, but,” Rosemary giggled, releasing his cheeks, only to wrap her arms around him and squeeze his head into her luscious green breasts, only his nose and eyes cresting them, forcing him to look into her smirking face, “if my pretty bimbo wants to keep all his silly levels, all he’s gotta do is not cum. Can you do that? Hm?”
Jonah tried to deny her. Tried to resist. But his nose was breathing in the sweet pollen of her skin, smothering him within it, drowning his thoughts in her floral perfume even as his cock was teased and stroked and taken in hungry pulses by the flower. His strength was deserting him, drained away, no match for hers, letting her easily keep him captive against her breasts. Captive in her vines. Captive in her flower that sucked.
“Mmmm!” he moaned as he came again, throbbing, jolting, losing more and more of his hard earned stats. His levels. He was too weak. Too dumb. He never should have come so deep into the dungeon. Challenged this green goddess.
And so he must pay the price of everything.
As these truths settled in him, his eyes grew lidded. His hips more eager, his moans turning to whimpers of helpless pleasure. He didn’t have the resistance to her pollen he had before. His strength drained away and into her, leaving him nothing but a puppet for her pleasure. He gave in.
And when he did, it become so very much better.
Rosemary’s eyes brightened as she saw his eyes grow glazed and hazy with pleasured surrender. As he began to rut and moan and whimper more eagerly, surrendering himself to her flower. Cumming with helpless shudders.
“Good boy,” Rosemary cooed. “What a good bimbo. Keep going. You’re being such a good bimbo now.”
He wanted to be a bimbo. He wanted to be good so bad. He gazed into her eyes, adoring, surrendering, panting and gasping as she drank his cum, his every orgasm knocking him down another level. Weakening him further.
Rosemary moaned as she drank his cock yet again. “Aw, looks like the poor bimbo is all out of levels for me! What a naughty boy.”
Jonah couldn’t answer. His resistance was too weak. His level too low. The pollen of the plantgirl stuffed his mind and senses. Drowned him. All he could do was look at her, moaning and whimpering, his head empty but for lust. Hot lust pumping through his veins even as his cock twitched in the grasp of the flower. He was so weak. So empty.
Rosemary’s smile widened. She pet his hair, making him moan into her breasts. “There we go. Good bimbo! Now you can level up all over again. And maybe even get smarter too! But we know you won’t,” she said. “Silly bimbos never learn! In fact, I think you should dump all your stats into something other than intelligence. I think you should be just the dumbest, silliest adventurer ever! The perfect bimbo for any clever monster girl out there looking to have some fun. Don’t you?”
“Yessssss,” Jonah moaned, desperately humping the flower that stroked him. “Yesssss!”
“Mmm. Good boy! How about a kiss? For good luck?”
Jonah’s lips twitched with an eagerness to taste the flower girl’s lips, and when they did, it was like the world was born anew. His eyes rolled back, his body shuddering as he came a last time into the suckling flower. Surrendered the last of his strength, the last of his will, the last of himself to the hunger of the flower girl.
His status screen dinged, but he didn’t notice. Didn’t see it. Didn’t understand it.
New Status! You are now Monster’s Bimbo! Domination attacks are twice as effective if coming from Female Monsters!
Rosemary giggled, burying him beneath her tits as she kissed and fucked the whimpering bimbo hero. She knew what that dinging sound meant. After all, she was generous. And it would be such a shame if others didn’t get to enjoy such a perfect, dumb, bimbo hero.
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