“So I see,” he growled, eyeing the way her shirtdress was gaping open and showing the green vines wound around her breasts with the blue flowers clamped on her nipples. “Here, I’ll help you get them off, but we have to be fucking careful—they’re an extension of the rest of the greenery on this ship and Captain Glo’ll will know if we harm them.”
Carefully, he unwound the vines from around her breasts and pinched the blossoms sucking her nipples until they at last released. They finally came loose, but when they did, there was a shining droplet of golden moisture—almost like a bead of dew—on the tip of each of Lan’ara’s nipples.
“What’s that?” Need asked, frowning. “Is that from the plants or from you?”
“How could it be from me?” Lan’ara protested, also looking down at her breasts. But even as she watched, the droplets grew bigger, almost as though the golden liquid was welling up from inside and coming out of her nipples. She stared down at herself in dismay—what was happening to her?
But just then, another sensation completely distracted her from the strange nectar coming from her breasts.
“Oh!” she gasped, parting her legs and lifting the hem of the shirtdress to peer down at herself.
While she had been distracted by the blossoms sucking her nipples, her legs had parted, allowing the seeking vine that had been trying to get between her thighs earlier to get easy access. It had parted her pussy lips and one of the blossoms was again fastened on the throbbing button of her clit, sucking and licking her there.
But even stranger were the actions of the other blossoms on the same vine. As the first dark blue bud pursed itself around her aching button and stimulated her to throbbing pleasure, the others were invading the mouth of her pussy.
As Lan’ara watched, feeling frozen in place, one of the blossoms pressed its hungry mouth inside her. There was a soft sucking sensation and then it withdrew, its blue petals slick and shiny with her juices. Another blossom took its place and the pattern repeated itself.
“What in the Seven Hells?” her new owner growled, frowning. “What are they doing? It’s like they’re stimulating you in order to make you produce more pussy honey.”
“I…I’m afraid it’s working,” Lan’ara admitted with a little gasp. Though she hated to admit it, the sensation of the flowers sucking and lapping at her secret treasures was distractingly pleasurable—embarrassingly so. If this didn’t stop, she was going to lose control again, just as she had when the big Kindred was healing her with his essence.
She started to reach between her legs and rip the vines loose, but Need’s big hand on hers stopped her.
“Wait,” he growled. “I know it’s probably damn uncomfortable but we have to be careful. Captain Glo’ll will know if you harm the blossoms and then there’ll be all Seven Hells to pay.”
“But…but what can I do?” Lan’ara asked him. “If…if they don’t stop, I’m afraid I’ll reach the peak again,” she admitted, her cheeks getting hot with a blush. “Just as I did when you healed me, my Lord.”
“Let me try again to detach them gently,” he told her. “Here—sit on the side of the tub and spread your legs so I can get to you.”
Still blushing, Lan’ara did as he said. It seemed to her that, after a lifetime of modesty, she had spent more time with her thighs open and her pussy on display in the last several hours than she had ever expected to have to endure.
“All right, let’s see what we can do,” Need remarked, settling on the floor between her spread legs. He was frowning as he studied the flowers, which continued to dip into her pussy, as though drinking of her honey, while the original bud that was clamped on her clit went on relentlessly stimulating her with its petal-soft mouth.
“Hurry, my Lord,” Lan’ara begged him. “I feel…I feel myself getting closer and closer every minute.” For some reason, the feeling of the blossoms tasting her was even more intense than it had been when she’s taken a bath earlier. It was almost as though all her nerves were on high alert.
“I’ll do what I can, girl. Gods, it’s almost like they’re taking turns at you—each one taking a sip of your honey and then making way for the next,” he remarked, frowning.
“Taking…turns?” Lan’ara gasped.
He nodded. “It’s like every blossom wants a taste of your sweetness.” He frowned as he attempted to loosen the vines which had wound around her thighs. “And they’re damn persistent! Who knew these things could be so strong?” He looked up at her, frowning. “I’m afraid I can’t get them off without damaging the vines or the blossoms.”
“So I’m to just sit here and…and let them taste me?” Lan’ara demanded.