#pistil

I pet her until she wakes up, and let her down. "Doll, I'm going to get some work finished. Will you be able to entertain yourself?" The little terran nods. I get started on my work.

After a few moments, I see a multi-tiered stepstool being pushed over. Every few seconds, a push. It clunks against my reading chair. I squint and look down from my work. "Oh, don't worry about me, Mistress~! I'm just... um..." She is crawling towards my hips now, and I grin. I know exactly what she's going for.

"Ah ah ah! Before you get started... I want you to ask. Even if you think I'll say yes." I give a smirk and tilt my head. She pouts. Adorably, her little lip was quivering.

"Hmph. You're so mean to me." Her hands are thrown to her sides. "F-fine. Can..." She pauses and gathers the courage to ask. "Can you put your pistil in my mouth? I... I..." She whines, looking down at the graft I had installed just for her. She even helped me pick out its look - a thick ovipositor. My baby seemed determined to keep me "feminine," and I tried to inform her that for me, sex and gender are completely separate, but she didn't listen super well. Either way - ovipostor for her.

At any rate, she seemed very eager. The graft felt good. There wasn't really a question here. "Oh sweetie, c'mere. I wanna feel your pretty lips. Please your Mistress." Her face lit up adorably, and she shuffled closer to me. I ignored her motions and continued my work.

The first thing I felt was her hands, re-familiarizing herself with my shape. Her attention sent chills through my whole body. The next thing I felt was her mouth, her tongue. The wet, warm, almost tight feeling. I remember she was delighted when I was almost too big for her. "A real challenge!" She would say. I'd laugh and pet her. Terrans were so silly.

Deeper, deeper. I wondered how well she'd take me today. It'd fluctuate, here and there. She gags before taking a breath from her nose and continuing down. I've thought about telling her to have that gag reflex removed, but I try not to offer things to her; instead, I grant requests. Like this one~

I pet her hair and let out a sigh. There really was nothing like relaxing with my girl. Especially when she's acting like she wants me to plant seeds in her mouth, goodness.

On second thought, it makes sense why she'd be acting that way. My graft comes equipped with delicious seeds that release various xenodrugs into her system. She had me customize it so that the selection would be random. I could pick a specific one if I wanted, but I'm honoring her wish. Whichever seeds she earns today will be her mix~

Her motions get more vigorous, and I realize I've been grinding into her mouth and moaning. I haven't touched a pen in minutes! "ff...ff..fff..." My fingers clutch into her hair as I push her deeper and deeper onto my pistil. I start to push myself in and out of her mouth. I was frustrated at the pace and worked up to a speed I could enjoy, pushing my womanhood deeper and deeper into the desperate girl's mouth.

It happens quickly. I start to seize and jerk. Whines break into moans, and fall out of my mouth. It feels like my core itself was being stimulated, and several seeds push their way into the floret's throat. As I pull out, a few more seeds land on the chair. I gently stroke myself to make sure I get the stragglers out. "Hey... cutie~ that was really amazing. I needed that." I stroke her back, and a few of my vines take the seeds, slick with saliva and viscous goo, and deposit them into myself, to be reconstituted. "Did you have fun?"

She nods. "Yes, Mistress! Thank you so much. I'm feeling so empty, can I fill my mouth again?" Insatiable terrans.

Night Blooming Cereus