#witch x reader

ORC

Nothing makes you feel more full than the feeling of your wife’s large green fingers splitting you open. She’s massive, of course she is. The clan leader needs to be a personification show of strength to ward off any enemy. Too bad you’re also one of her victims when she decides to spread you apart on your shared bed after a rough day training.

She’s always grumpy after, sweat glistening on her muscular arms before she hoists you over her strong shoulder to the bed. She’s quick to rip apart your underwear, she always makes up for it and buys you a new pair anyway. She just can’t help herself from stuffing her face between your legs so she can lap at your pretty pussy. Her large tongue rolling around your twitching pearl as you sling in her arms begging for mercy. Her tusks have probably left an indent on your inner thighs from how much they poke at you when she slurps at you. At first it was painful…then uncomfortable, and now you barely feel them at all. She begs you to pull on her black curly hair, the tug alone makes her wet with a groan.

NAGA

She has always been overly clingy. Her favorite pastime was always cuddling up behind you underneath the trees and snuggling you to death til the both of you fall asleep. Her tail is massive, and surprisingly warm. She likes to bask it in the sun just so you can warm up against it whenever you come back home. She cries when you leave for work, trying her best to make you stay with her. If you can’t she can always try convincing you otherwise. Your wife was strong, a tall woman with a massive tail that overpowered you completely, she lifted you up easily, flipping you upside down in your pajamas before you could get ready. She removes your underwear easily, tossing it aside before rubbing the end of her long tail over your slit as it slowly eases inside you.

She fucks you good, so good that you forget you even need to go to work. Her tail isn’t rough or anything, it’s surprisingly smooth at the end, the perfect size to plug up your pussy when you think about leaving her. Once you’re too overstimulated to move she’ll flip you around again so you’re hovering over her face, letting you ride her tail before she wraps her large mouth around your entire pussy. Her tongue is long, twisting and twirling as it stretches you out along with her tail. She’ll make you beg for her to stop…and since you’re too tired now, it’d be best you stayed home.

SEA WITCH

When you go to the beach you always try to wear cute clothes for your wife. You buy countless little sun dresses, shorts, bathing suits and skirts that only end up drifting carelessly away at sea. You were sure you could have filled half a mile of point Nemo from how much stuff you’ve lost over the past couple of years. Maybe there will be a chance for society to embark on all your ripped up bikinis and dresses. Your wife always managed to mess up your clothing. She didn’t hate it, far from it, you looked beautiful, and she can never help that itch she gets to just drag you by the ankle with one of her tentacles to your knees before slipping you into the ocean.

You were tired of her fucking up your shit, so you finally decided one day to wear an outfit she can’t rip. A cute lingerie set with your pussy exposed under your old sun dress, you were lucky enough to live on a semi deserted island, the nearest village was half an hour away for anyone to see you getting fucked silly on the sand. You twirl around for her, a cheeky smile on your face when you feel the familiar slimy grip of her tentacles dragging you straight toward her. She flips you over, your elbows landing harshly on the sand with your ass under water . She rips your dress apart to shreds, you’re happy you wore a dress you didn’t quite like anymore. Not that she cared. Clothes were a foreign concept in Merfolk culture, she seemed more irritated each time you even bothered putting something on. Once she sees your body she lights up immediately, tentacles wrapping over your breast and thighs as she pulls you onto her lips. She can go at you for hours like this.

VAMPIRE

A fresh smelling human woman with blood as divine as aged wine. It’d be surprising if the countess didn’t fall head over heels in love. She was old, much older than you, but she was stunning. She took you as her bride as soon as she smelled you quivering alone in the woods, how could she resist such beauty from this cute pathetic woman? She’s overly gentle with you, using an amulet to keep you young for her forever. She doesn't fancy anyone else’s company after meeting you. She’s tall, strong, but surprisingly overly gentle with you, her sweet wife. When she took you to bed the first time it hurt..bad. What else did you expect from a vampire as old as her? A vampire who hasn’t had a meal this delectable in a long, long time. No, she needed to savor your taste.

Eating you out isn’t always a simple game when she’s angry or stressed. Your thighs are etched with bite marks as scars to prove it. She tries to be gentle as she can, but fangs as long as hers can’t help but hurt as they sink into your thighs. You squirm, tears bubbling up over your waterline as you bite those cute plump lips of yours. She is always apologetic, promising you euphoria as soon as she has her fill of your blood, and she always comes through. In seconds her bloody red lips wrap around your clit, tongue fast and powerful enough to make you arch your back. She keeps at you for hours to the point you can’t even feel the earlier puncture.

WEREWOLF

Your wife has always loved it when you run from her..just like how you two met years ago. It’s become a tradition at this point. Sometimes when she’s away you sneak off to the nearest lake to go take a bath, but oh no, she’s not as stupid as you take her for, she’s almost always waiting, watching, anticipating for you to step your soaking nude body out the water so she can pounce you back onto the dirty ground when you’re done. How dare you think you can take a bath without her? You always seem so content when you bathe, so cute and vulnerable, she tried warning you about keeping up with your surroundings. I suppose you never learn, do you? Or, maybe you actually liked the idea of her watching you.

She waits until you get out the water, neatly wrapping a towel over your perfect body before you make your way back to the village. She’s behind you in an instant, crawling in bushes, stalking your every step. She only pounces when you notice her..she loves the chase. You always let out the sweetest gasp when you spot her, fumbling around with your towel as you start to dash away. But your human legs can only get you so far. She lets you create distance..she wants you to feel safe and secure before tackling you. She pins you in the ground, fluffy body heaving as she lifts up your squirming legs as you curse her out for ruining your bath. Her tongue is long and swift, curling over and under your clit as she messily eats you up. You can get back at her later, for now she wants to taste you.

GHOST

Living with a ghost as a wife seemed scary at first, especially when she took your soul at the start of your marriage in exchange for her love. At first she only did it as a joke, but now that she’s taken the time to get to know you she’s been obsessed with you ever since. You haven’t known peace. She’s clinging to you the second you get home, pulling off your shoes and coat before showering you with icy kisses. She loves staying wrapped around you at night even if it makes you uncomfortably cold. She can’t seem to get her hands off you. She knows you work hard to maintain and take care of the house, so why shouldn’t she show her appreciation?

She died years ago when she was still living here, all alone, but now that she has you she has no interest in letting you leave her. Ever. Sometimes when the two of you get into a fight and you try leaving the house she gets nervous..she knows your marriage isn’t legitimate by legal means, but for crying out loud she has your soul. You were hers. She completely flips out, rushing to you before you can reach the handle to possess your body. She quickly apologizes each time, she promises to make it up to you, she knows you can feel every single move she makes in your body, so she’ll finger your pussy while she begs you to stay with her. And when you do eventually calm down, she’ll happily give your body back so she can suck on your tiny clit with her cold tongue.

WITCH

Your wife was far too old to participate in such “lewd behaviors”, or so she’d say. She was decades older than you, an older woman with a low libido. She wasn’t as active as she used to be in her youth, but she knows how needy humans can be, especially her sweet little wife. Bending down to eat you out wasn’t exactly her forte, too tasteless for an advanced witch such as herself. No, no— she liked to use the element of surprise.

The two of you step in and are greeted by the host, and are told the basic rules.

Unless they're wearing a collar, everybody is free use.

Some rooms have massive windows to let partygoers see what's going on; it's up to you if you want to give them a show or not.

You must keep your mask on, unless you are in a private space, and both parties agree.

The last one, he explains, is because there are some people who can't be seen attending. CEOs or celebrities, you assume. The masks are enchanted to stay on your face, so nobody has to worry about them falling off during the fun. He also lets you know that you don't need to keep a collar on at all times, and it can be taken off at events if desired.

After signing a binding contract agreeing to the rules, the two of you are given simple masks, which you both put on.

The first place you're taken to is your bedroom, which makes you wonder just how many rooms this man has, but you're quickly distracted by the setup of the room. The bed has an O-ring at every post, letting anybody use it to restrain someone. There was also the open chest at the end of the bed, filled with all the toys and tools you could imagine.

"How do you know this guy?" you ask.

"Friend of a friend…I wasn't expecting it to be this crazy either," Derek responds.

When the two of you finish taking everything in, you decide on what to do about collars. Derek goes without. You decide that you want it on for the first hour at the party before making a final decision.

Stepping into one of the rooms was a little jarring. In the middle of the room is a shibari demonstration; a young-looking man is being suspended by ropes that a larger man is tying. One leg is suspended higher than the other, while his body is nearly parallel to the floor of the stage. Both of them are naked. Actually, so is most of the crowd.

About half of the crowd is paying attention to the demonstration, while the other half is lost to their own revelry. It makes your eyes widen in surprise, and you feel heat building between your legs.

"I think I see the appeal now," you whisper, partially wanting to go join in, partially wanting to watch some more.

The two of you find an empty corner to watch the demonstration. You watch for a decent while, until a couple comes up to you, an incubus and a witch.

"Can I blow you?" the incubus asks directly, slowly eying Derek, appreciating the view.

With wide eyes, Derek nods. The incubus drops to his knees before him and carefully undoes Derek's pants, his cock already weeping from arousal. The incubus starts by teasing the head, licking along the shaft, and tonguing the tip. When Derek starts to squirm a bit, trying to get more stimulation. Then the incubus drinks Derek's cock to the hilt. Deep throating Derek's canid cock is no small feat, yet the incubus does it like it's nothing.

The entire display has your pussy throbbing and makes you blush. The witch sidles up next to you and whispers in your ear, "He takes it so beautifully, doesn't he, my pretty little incubus?" You respond with a wordless nod, eyes still glued to the scene. "Don't worry, I won't touch, but I would kill to lick that pretty pussy right now."

You faintly register that you still have your collar on. You go and take it off; the thought of the witch between your legs makes you burn with desire.

"There. Now you can touch. Gods, please touch," your words coming out husky from arousal.

"Gladly, sweetheart," the witch whispers before slinking down on her knees, gently pushing your knees apart.

Much like her incubus partner, she takes things slowly at first, kissing up your thigh, nibbling along the way. You feel yourself dripping, your hands clawing at the sofa, until, finally, finally, she reaches your pussy, appreciating the view for a moment before diving in. She licks you from the bottom of your pussy to your clit. The tip of her tongue swirls around your clit, building up your pleasure. While her mouth is on you, her arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you closer to her and keeping you in place. Her thumb reaches over to play with your clit while the witch presses her tongue into you. The combination of all of it makes your eyes roll back. Tension continues to build inside of you. The witch shifts, letting go of one of your legs so that she can start fingering you while she sucks and licks your clit. The sensations overwhelm you, finally breaking that tension, and your orgasm is so intense that your legs quiver as the witch works you through it.

You look over to Derek, who has a clawed hand gripping one of the incubus's horns, holding on for dear life. Not that you could focus on them much anyway, as the witch continues to eat you out like you're the best dessert she's ever had. You feel another orgasm rapidly building, until it crashes through you like a tidal wave, more intense than the first. You let out a scream, your hands in the witch's hair. In the background, you hear Derek groan as he cums.

Both the incubus and the witch pull back, looking like cats that got the cream. The witch gives you a small kiss on your thigh before standing up.

"Thanks for the treat, sweetheart," she says as she grabs the incubus's hand.

"Did you have as much fun as I did, dear?" You hear her ask her partner as they walk away.

You and Derek look at each other for a moment.

"That was probably one of the best head I've gotten in my life," Derek says. "No offense," he quickly adds.

"None taken. Because, same?" You reply, giggling slightly.

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The two of you move on to another room not long after. As the two of you get more used to the bacchanal, joining in at times, just watching at others. You hear the host's voice being magically projected.

"Hello, Loves. I hope you're enjoying the party as much as I am. I'd like to announce to you all that the Hunt will start in 30 minutes. All those interested may meet in the backyard next to the garden by that time."

Derek leans over, "The Hunt is, well, what it sounds like. One party acts as the prey and the other, the predator. Any predator that finds prey can fuck them in any way they want, unless they safeword, of course. The safeword is given before it begins, by the way. Exactly what you've been wanting." His eyes gleam with mischief and hunger. "Let's start making our way," he says before making his way towards the back of the mansion. "This place is huge; it'll take us a while to get there."

When you make it to the backyard, it's only 5 minutes till the Hunt begins. All you have on is a thin slip dress, and your underwear's been gone for who knows how long. The anticipation of it turns you on so much that you start to blush. Looking around you, you see other humans, bunny shifters, succubi, and other prey animal shifters, though you see a bear and wolf shifter in the mix on your side. On the predator side, almost every single one of them is some kind of predator. You see Derek, but you also see an orc, a lion shifter, some incubi and other demons, and a couple of vampires. There are about 20 predators and 15 prey. The thought of more than one predator finding you makes your pussy throb in anticipation.

The host looks up from his watch. "Welcome," he begins, "to the Hunt! My dears on my right, the prey, will have a red ribbon on their wrist. They'll be getting a 10-minute head start. The woods behind me are also part of my property and are free game. Only the west wing of the mansion is open for the Hunt; there will be lines on the ground to show you the boundaries. And wards will be set up at the perimeter of the grounds in general, so there's no rule-breaking here."

"The safeword for this event is cherry. Now," the host cheers, "let the Hunt begin!" He gestures for the prey to run.

You sprint off into the woods. You're not graceful in your run; twigs and underbrush crunch and scrape against your feet and legs. After the 10-minutes, you hear a howl in the distance. Your heart races with a mix of fear and anticipation. You think you hear something coming up behind you, making you sprint faster, the adrenaline pushing you to keep going.

As you find yourself along a natural path, the rustling grows closer. Your legs burn from exhaustion. You try to keep going, but you're not as quick as you were earlier. Something grabs you by the middle, tackling you, though you land on your side, the predator taking the brunt of the fall.

"Gotcha," he pants. You feel his cock against your ass. You're flipped over onto your stomach, hips being pulled up as the panther shifter slams into you. You're so drenched that it slides in with no resistance. You let out a gasp. Before you fully inhale, another cock is slapped across your face. A demon is standing in front of you.

"Suck," he commands before he grabs your hair and pushes your mouth against his cock. Demons run hotter than humans, and this demon is no different. He fucks your face, making you gag on his cock as he pushes down your throat. Tears start to fall from your eyes as you're lost in the pleasure of being used.

The panther shifter and demon move in different tempos. The demon sets a fast pace, moving your head up and down his burning hot cock, while the shifter moves slower but fucks you harder.

"I'm going to cum down that pretty little throat of yours," the demon says as he speeds up even more, holding your head still as he thrusts roughly into your mouth and throat. In a few more strokes, he brings your face down to the hilt. Hot spurts of cum shoot down your throat, making you gag a little as you're forced to swallow. The feeling of it is like drinking a too-hot cup of coffee.

"Fuck, this cunt's amazing. It's begging me to fill her," the panther shifter tells the demon. The soft barbs on his cock shoot pleasure through your body, making your toes curl. The shifter picks up the pace now, making you give out a raspy whimper. He jackhammers into you, pushing you closer to the edge. Just as the panther shifter cums in you, your orgasm slams through you. Your eyes roll back, you let out a low moan, and your pussy flutters around the shifter's cock.

"Thanks for the good time," the shifter says after he pulls out, as the two of them go off to find their next victim.

You shakily get back up. You're still so turned on that your pussy throbs, like it misses being filled. Even so, you start to jog back through the woods, your pace significantly slower than before.

You start to flag. Then, you hear another rustling in the distance. The adrenaline and fear start to kick in again, giving you a second wind. You sprint away from the sound, but it catches up with you quickly.

This time, the hunter grabs you by the ankle, making you trip forward and land on your hands and knees.

"I see that someone else got to you before me," a familiar voice says. Derek. "Now I need to remind you who you belong to," he growls as he ruts into you. Your already sensitive pussy flutters around Derek's cock as you give out a small whimper.

"Yes," you moan, "I'm yours. Fuck me, baby. I need it."

"You always know how to get me going, don't you?" he replies. He has you in a mating press, his weight pressing down on you as his cock plunders your cunt. Derek keeps your hands above your head, one hand holding your wrists in place. He's fucking you so hard you feel it in your throat; the tip of his cock hits that sweet spot deep inside while the knot that's starting to grow pushes against your g-spot. The constant assault of pleasure rips an orgasm out of you.

Derek doesn't stop, though. Instead, he keeps pistoning into you, unrelenting. You never get to come down from your high. The pace he sets pushes you back into another orgasm, making you continuously cum on his cock. Your pussy is oversensitive, and the line between pleasure and pain starts to blur. You mewl, trying to move away to get some relief, only for Derek to pull you back against him. At this point, you're practically sobbing from how much you've cum and how overstimulated you are.

You're babbling by the time Derek warns you, "I'm gonna cum." You feel his knot pressing against your entrance. A forceful thrust pushes his knot into you, locking you in place as he fills you. You gasp as it grows inside of you, one last orgasm hitting you so hard your mind goes blank, and there's a ringing in your ears. Finally free from the constant stimulation, you sigh in relief.

As the knot starts to deflate, you hear the host's voice again. "Alas, my dears, the Hunt is now coming to a close. While the festivities will be ongoing, breakfast will be served in the dining hall from 6 to noon. For those going to sleep, good night. For those who wish to continue, have a ball."

As the two of you move to stand, your legs give out. Derek catches you right when your knees buckle, and princess carries you to your room. You give out a long yawn before saying, "I want to go to bed now, baby."

Cutting through the forest was a supposed good idea when it was daylight. You did it all the time. Knew the path by heart and could walk it with your eyes shut. Apparently, past midnight, things got a little bit…different. 

Trees became more confusing. The foot-worn path switched up. Wait. Had you gone left at the oak tree back there? Had you even seen it? Your boots went across more underbrush than that dirt path when you squinted. Shit.

Where were you? Had you gone the wrong way?

Getting lost off the beaten path was a death sentence or worse. The rumors of those who lived amongst the wildlife varied. A witch, a wolf, a blood-thirsty beast. A minotaur apparently haunted a labyrinth-like section. A half-man, half-hawk took to the trees. It held magic in its flora the further you went. Kind that could kill, kind that could inebriate, kind that elicited whispers of clothing-shredding dangers.

You had to find your way back. You spun–spinning was bad, yet panic began to set in. Find your way back! Now! You spun, and spun, looking for something familiar, looking for that oak tree. Looking! Looking! Looking! You started stumbling, just walking in the direction you were half-certain you came from. Yes, walk back–retrace your steps! But there were no steps on the ground to follow.

You tried. You ran. You searched.

Please. It was getting colder. It was getting darker. The trees were getting thicker–

Something soft slammed against your face. Like a pillow of petals. Dust or…or something dust-like erupted in the air around you. Sparkling yellow and golden in the moonlight that snuck in. You staggered back coughing, hacking, wheezing. It filled every breath like the garden sections or those wide open fields of endless flowers.

What was that? 

You glanced up and saw a sunflower-esque plant dangling from a rather jagged, dark tree. Its purple vines wrapped around the branches and hung low. Hung at perfect height for you to run into with a wide circle in the center for seeds to grow.

They were yellow and glittery on the other flowers. The one that hung limp in front of you started to drop its petals. The center was empty from your impact. You could taste that powder–like pollen? Like sand-sized seeds?–on your tongue. In your throat. In your belly and your lungs.

What…?

You staggered. Leaves crunched around you. All around you. Wait. Everything began to spin. No, you were spinning? Hot. Hot beneath your clothing. Hot under your skin. You pulled at yourself, shaking your head. 

No, no. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t.

The bark on the tree was a scrape against your arm. Shoulder. Back. What? What…. Pretty. The sky, the flowers, the tree were pretty. The forest was pretty. You felt pretty. Pretty and warm, and everything felt so unnecessary. 

Your bag. Your shoes. Your coat.

They rustled against the ground.

Your socks. Your pants. Your sweater.

You staggered forward and hummed to a tune playing in the forest. Distant and light. It was sweet. It was tempting. Leaves stuck to your skin. Dirt and twigs joined them. The stars were barely visible through the treetops, but you could see them. Pretty. So pretty. 

Air brushed against your nipples, hard peaks when you peered down at them while laughing. They were hard and aching. You wanted to touch. Needed to touch. Down lower, where your thighs parted, you ached as well. Lifting your legs back, that same cold air brushed against your cunt. Throbbing for attention, your clit swelled and called for you. Begged you.

Please.

You pulled at your hands.

Pulled? Pulled. You couldn't move them. Beside your head, they stayed. You pulled, staring down at yourself, wanting. But they wouldn't budge. Something dug into your wrists and pulled them toward the dirt with inhuman strength.

No. Needed it. Needed to touch. Needed to relieve.

The same sensation grew. Around your ankles, around your waist. Up in dark purple around your breasts. With glassy-eyed, blurry vision, you writhed, watching the things slowly slither around your nipples until they trapped them in a tight spiral and pulled up.

Something babbled out of you. Words, maybe. Your eyes rolled back at the tug, forcing your back to arch, and pleasure ripped through the grasp at your nipples. And lower. Much lower. They came. They spread. Like fingers parting your folds to inspect you, they latched onto you. Onto your clit.

Like your nipples, it was a sudden twist. A sudden pull.

You heard the crack of your voice at the sudden intense sensation rippling from the light tug on your clit.

And like that, something sprouted. From the ground. Pink petals unfolded. They were a soft touch to your bottom and then an abrupt curl around your cunt like underwear. Slimy and soft, it suctioned itself to your lower half, a bed in the center of the flowers, much like the one you'd struck found its center on you. The rough section pressed to your cunt and your asshole, curling with you and seeping as you did.

That was all it did. It locked itself against you, fluttering on occasion, and did nothing else but seep. Seeped something that felt hot and wet inside of you. Something that made you writhe and whine and pull at what held you. Made your nipples throb and your hips try to rock where that vine held your clit. To give yourself something that was building without any peak.

But as your cunt leaked sadly, begging for contact, it got none of what it wanted.

Nothing–there was nothing inside of you but a primal need. You tried to hump the flower, but the vines tightened you down. Tried to pull your hands free, but they just got pulled further into the dirt. It seeped more into you, you felt it. Something that started to drip down your bottom and into the dirt. Maybe it was just you, but you swore you felt it. Infiltrating you, brushing against your g-spot with phantom strokes just light enough to make you fall submissive to it. A release inside your ass that made it clench around nothing.

It just seeped. And seeped. And seeped.

The moon started to vanish from the sky.

The sun started to rise.

Your clit was released and covered with a soft petal. Your nipples were twisted and tweaked just briefly before miniature flowers covered them like pasties. They glued to you, suctioned and locked. And they began to seep in unison when your vision blurred.

When it went dark, it was only for a moment. It was sudden, it was hard. And then you were jerking awake in the dirt, on your back still, naked. Still bound, shaking, and…and a woman in her twenties, maybe thirties, stood in front of you. She wore little clothing–a white bra-like top and a black short skirt–and stood barefoot in front of you. She held a wilted flower in her hand. Its petals fell with every step she took towards you.

"You wandered far from the path, poor thing." She knelt beside you, placing that wilted flower over your stomach. The brush of her fingers was warm. Really warm. Drool slipped from the corner of your mouth, and not a single word could find its way out. 

She was pretty. Very pretty. Dangerous pretty. The kind that wasn’t possible in human capacities. She was bewitching and you could not look elsewhere but the purple of her eyes.

"And you ruined one of my flowers at that. I don't take kindly to such disgrace, but it was an accident, wasn't it?" she mused. Her fingertips traced a pattern over your upper stomach. Goosebumps shot up, and you lifted to meet the touch as much as you could. "I think it is only fair that you repay what you ruined. Do you not agree?"

All you managed was a moan.

The flowers on your nipples started to flutter. 

“Nod,” she said.

You nodded.

“Good girl.” She brushed her fingers under your breasts. “This flower requires you to repopulate itself anyway. But I am going to help you along because the process can be so arduous otherwise.” Her hand pulled lower again. Bypassed the wilted flower and moved over your lower stomach. It brushed the top of the upper petal covering your cunt and slowly slid under the slimy suction. “It usually keeps its fertilizer here to suckle for…about three days before it really takes what it needs. But when a human goes missing for that long, problems arise. So….”

Her finger brushed your clit–swollen and so sensitive, it hurt. You screamed. A flower stamped itself over your mouth before the sound left you. Her laugh was soft but unkind. It echoed in the early morning silence while she just slowly rubbed your clit.

"Let it drink from you." She leaned in, meeting your gaze with hers. Her smile was fierce and amused. "You'll know when we're done. You will have nothing left to give it. But worry not, that's the fun part." She rubbed your clit a little faster. Your eyes rolled back, and pleasure was there. Pleasure was pain. Pleasure erupted like ecstasy-tipped thorns that made your thighs quiver and your hips lift. "You'll go home begging and whimpering for this again for the rest of your pathetic life."

There was nothing inside of you except carnal need. The woman straddled your face and laughed, propped up on one elbow, still rubbing your clit. You didn't know how many times you came, but each time was the same, but worse. Blindingly explosive. You convulsed in the vines every time she brought you to climax. Over and over, she just toyed with your clit. Sensitive and achy, but it always found some sense of resetting the cycle. And it was like your first orgasm all over again, just with the exhaustion to go with the heightening counter. 

When the flower began to peel off from between your legs more, she got bored with her fingers. One flick of her tongue was all you needed for one. She laughed manically when the tip of her tongue touched you, and you sobbed, gushing around nothing and spasming unbearably. She did it again. And again, and again until her mouth was latched onto your clit and she brought you to another.

Then another.

She hummed happily and reached back with one hand then. Blinking a few times brought it into focus, but her purple-painted fingernails were there in front of you. Under her skirt. She rubbed them over her purple underwear, parting her legs more and angling her hips like she was giving you a show on purpose.

“Oh, here we go,” she hummed. “See? Already at the main event.”

The flower started to flutter around you. A damp patch was visible on her underwear while she still worked her clit, blocking your view of what was coming. But the sight was better. A hum filled you, and you only knew you needed to taste her. Have her. Your mouth parted behind the flower over it, but you only tasted the same thing you had when you ran into the earlier one.

Just tasted it and tasted it and tasted.

Then you felt it.

Phallic. The woman reached down and parted your cunt with her fingers. Holding you open for the tip to press against your entrance. Soft and human-like, yet silky and slimy like the flower. Ribbed and thick, long–it pushed as deep as it could go into your cunt. Bit by bit, filling you and making your eyes water. Rubbing against your g-spot and making your eyes start to roll back– A second one pushed against your asshole.

Smaller in girth, yet ribbed and long. 

“Shh, shh, shh….” She rubbed your clit as it pushed in. You couldn’t do it. Under her touch, couldn’t– Couldn’t! It was too much. It filled too well. Felt too good. You pulled at the vines on your wrists, but nothing. “Yeah, yeah. There. Come on. Give it to me, mortal. Give it….”

You screamed while you came, your orgasm slamming into you right as both things situated themselves inside of you.

“There you go. Good girl.” She leaned back until she was fully on her knees, then glanced over her shoulder at you. “You’re in for a ride, mortal. Hold on.”

As if on a cue, the phallic objects started moving at a brisk pace. Suddenly fucking you like you belonged to them. They filled you deep and roughly, blurring everything in the explosion of pleasure that was unfathomable. You tried to meet the alternating thrusts, but it fucked you into the dirt until you were stuck in a ditsy daze just taking and taking and taking as an orgasm started to rise.

The woman chuckled and reached behind her. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be said. She just peeled the flower from your mouth and pulled her underwear aside. You were already fighting a new vine on your throat you meet her cunt, lapping at the sweet, addictive taste of her while you lost yourself in it all.

Drowning.

You gasped and drowned under her, lapping at her cunt, her clothing since discarded. She faced you, playing with her nipples while riding your tongue. Her long black hair came down past her shoulders and stuck to her in the lingering time spent on you. 

She came. She came easily. It was magical. It was addictive. You never wanted to stop. Just wanted to stay there and watch her forever, take the thrusts that made you scream and gust and sob as they fucked you. Never wanted to leave her garden.

You wanted to drown in her, in the plants, in the dirt, in the tsunami of pleasure that kept erupting in you. You came again. Then again. They melted together as the thrusts got rougher. Harder. You couldn't focus on her anymore, your back arched, the vine on your throat choked, and you just writhed in blissful agony, just moaning, taking, and orgasming. Sobbing.

“Shhh.” She straddled you, her naked body pressing to yours. The thrusts had friction building between them, and she plucked the flowers from your nipples before pressing her chest to yours. She cupped your cheek and smeared what was a mix of you and her over your mouth while grinning. “Just a few more. Can you give me a few more?”

You nodded.

You did.

Again. Then again. Then it was dragging inside of you in a whole new way, and you threw your head back, spraying your last climax around the object in your cunt, sucking on her fingers when she pushed them into your mouth.

And then both stilled.

Suddenly, inside of you, they erupted. Hot, thick something shot from them and filled you. Excessively filled you. It seeped out of you, dripping down onto the dirt, when they went still. And it seeped out of you when they pulled out.

"There you go. You did so well, mortal." She leaned in and placed a peck of a kiss to your nose. "When you beg for me in your dreams, call out for Armina. Maybe I will answer."

The purple in her eyes glowed, and that was the last you saw.

The world went dark again.

The world went dark for a while.

When there was light, when your eyes fluttered open and an ache shot through every inch of you, you were staring at blankets. Your blankets. Your sheets wrapped around your naked body. The imprints of the vines remained, and sitting up, you leaked onto your sheets. Sticky, sore, and aching. Wanting.

What looked like bite marks and hickies were littered across your chest. And you slowly came to with every moment, every touch, every climax that made you feel dizzy. Very dizzy. You reached for a glass of water on your nightstand that had not been there when you left last time.

A note was folded. A flower–wilted–sat beside it.

Shaking, you drank most of the water and then flipped open the note. 

Be careful. If you walk that path again under the moonlight, I might just think you’re trying to find me again. I might just come find you.

The plant needs routine fertilization. Do you think you could withstand more than one flower at once, pretty mortal?

Well, we could always do it together.

Venture in under the moonlight, and perhaps we will see if you can endure those three days. 

You were fun, mortal.

- Armina. 

Finishing off the water, you sank back. 

A small note at the bottom caught your eye.

  P.S., it takes seven days for the lingering effects of the flower to go away. <3 

Your vision blurred on the heart drawn at the end. It started slow, like a whisper in the corner of the room, and then it was there again. No vines to hold you down, you just fell on your back, staring at your ceiling, the sensation drowning. Taking over. Taking you in a chokehold that had one hand between your legs and rubbing your clit.

You rolled onto your stomach and groaned into your pillow. 

According to your clock, you needed to be at work in fifteen minutes.

Fuck was the last coherent thought you had while you stuffed three fingers into your cunt.

You hesitated but it was hard to say no to.

You were led inside. When she took off your coat for you and offered you biscuits and hot tea you were a bit dazed at the speed of kindness, though her insistence beat your hesitancy to accept and it wasn't even close.

"Seeing your state I insist you take a bath to warm up. Il give you a new pair of clothes after. The bath should be ready in the bathroom."

You enter, getting distracted from your thoughts about how the tub is already full and ready somehow by the items placed along the tub to be used, pink bubbles, you've not used something so.. non-functonal and simply for fun in a while and decide it'd be rude not to given she left it clearly for you to use.

Its quite warm and relaxing, warming up your body while loosening muscles. Alone in the room you might or might not have also played with some bubbles, but who's to say.

you see the clothes left out for: a nice simple casual dress, something more expressive than your used to, and so.. pretty. You also do notice it's of simular style to the clothes the lady was wearing even if slightly different. Eventually you put it on and walk up, and before you can gather your thoughts much more your nose drifts you towards the kitchen where she is already in the middle of cooking a meal.

You asked her and she did with a smile and chuckle confirm she was cooking for you.

"Oh how silly, who else my dearest? Sit will you? It will be ready in a moment. I hope you like this stew."

You attempted to say you'd be fine and she wasn't obliged to care for you, which was the first thing to remove the smile off of her face.

"Sit. And wait, like a good little one."

You did.

..

You hesitantly ate and it tasted great. You'd already forgotten any uneasy at the clothes you were wearing and hadn't thought once yet about the fact you didn't know her name and yet you felt as if she knew you all too well. At your yawn you were picked up before you could process it, after the seconds it took to realise and the your soft protests she simply chuckles and said.

"You've been so good little thing. But now it's time to rest. Your body agrees with me you know~"

You..couldn't find the strength to resist being carried like a doll or object to her bed- her bed? Soon you were wrapped around her arms, held close as if you 2 were close. Your body had long since betrayed you and you couldn't help but relax into her and do nothing but be still and boneless only letting out quiet sounds of enjoyment as your eye lids grew heavier with every stroke of your hair by her and the heavenly feeling on your scalp. Before you knew it you were out like a light wrapped around her, despite usually not falling asleep so fast. You haven't even had time yet to process all that's happened today, but you truly found no will inside yourself to bother to, it felt so nice..

..

when you woke up, you felt the slight tug on your hair. You looked back with hazy eyes to see her skillfully brushing your hair gently. You couldn't explain why it took you so much longer to wake up than usual this time, it felt a spell, and it wasn't one you could or wanted to break.

..

"god your so cute and pretty. And so docile, such a good [girl/boy/little thing]. I can't wait to wake up with you by my side every morning. Now, let's wake up my dearest little thing."

Her words made you fumble briefly. You eventually managed to get up and working. She insisted on giving you some medicine you didn't know of, and then got you to do some simple chores for her of cleaning and tidying up, which you did without issue, used to being asked to do far more. The only thing shocking was the soft high praise she sang for you over these tasks, 'such a good thing, so helpful and nice'. You 2 ate breakfast and you began to question things less than before.

You felt..calm. safer. She might of been confusing might.. she was also quite predictable and comforting. You couldn't help but constantly be more relaxed than you were uses to, and began to be more eager to help her with whatever small tasks were asked of you, that she when she wasn't pampering you with head stratches and soft praises in your ear that made you feel fuzzy and hazy/dazed while enveloping you. She was so gentle you never felt obligated to act in any kind of way when she touched you. She was so open with it all as if its normal to casually as your walking by ruffle someone's hair 'simply for fun', and hug on whims, it was new but.. it was a wonderful kind of new.