She couldn’t help wondering what it looked like when the Monstrum used these plants to “relieve their needs.” She could just imagine one of the big alien warriors sliding his shaft deep into the “mouth” of one of the crimson blooms and stroking until he came.
The mental image made her feel hot between her legs and she squeezed her thighs together and bit her lower lip. Who would have ever thought she’d get turned on by plants? She loved Botany—it was her life—but none of the plants she’d studied had ever made her horny before.
Don’t be silly—you just haven’t been with anyone in a long time, she told herself. And she hadn’t been “pleasing herself” for a long time either. Though she usually had quite a high sex drive, recent events—like the fact that her fiancé had dumped her days before their wedding—had definitely put a damper on her desire.
But now she found herself getting interested again as she watched the pleasure blooms “mate” with each other.
Gently, she reached out and stroked one of the blue pods, which was preparing to enter a crimson one. The blue pod was a small one—only a little longer than her finger—and the outer petals felt slick and cool against her fingertips.
In contrast, the crimson pod it was about to enter was huge—about as long as her arm. Iyanna wondered at their mismatched sizes. The blue pod seemed too small and young to be attempting to fertilize a crimson pod—especially such a large one. But what did she know? She hadn’t even studied this species of plant yet and there was nothing like it on Earth.
“Hey, little guy,” she murmured as she stroked the blue bud. “I don’t think you’re big enough to be going in there.”
It made her think of Ian’s equipment, which had only been barely adequate, and not even that to be honest. Iyanna had told herself she didn’t mind, because she loved him, but in private, she had always dreamed of being with a man who was a little longer…a little more girthy.
“Maybe you should wait until you grow some—it would probably be better for both of you,” she told the male pod. “I can’t imagine you’re going to do much for your lady there, not when she’s ten times your size.”
To her surprise, the small blue pod turned towards the sound of her voice. Lifting itself on its long, blue-green vine, it turned away from the crimson pod and headed towards her.
“Hey…” Iyanna withdrew her hand, taking her arm off the side of the pool, but blue bud followed her. She almost laughed as it nudged her, like a cat or dog asking to be petted. “You like that?” she asked, extending a finger to stroke it again. The blue bud almost seemed to nod on its long stalk as it continued to nudge at her.
Then she felt another nudge on her other side. Surprised, she turned to look and saw that yet another dark blue bud—this one considerably bigger than the first, was nudging her left arm.
“You want some too?” Iyanna asked. She lifted her hand to pet the second blue bud, but it ducked under her arm and started nudging her breast instead.
“Hey—watch it!” Iyanna exclaimed, jumping away. But the bud only snaked after her and nudged her again—this time it found the point of her berry-dark nipple and started circling the ripe tip with its cool, slick waxy petals.
“Hey…” Iyanna protested again, but she didn’t jump away this time. Instead she just watched as the long blue bud circled her aching nipple. It seemed to leave some kind of shiny, slippery clear substance that coated her nipple and the dark ring of her areola and helped it slide against her skin more easily.
Taking a closer look, Iyanna saw that this slippery substance was coming from the pursed tip of the bud, where four long blue petals came together with a tiny slit at their center.
Like precum, she thought, frowning at the bud as it circled her nipple. She really ought to stop it or at least move away, she thought abstractly. But when would she have the opportunity to watch a pleasure bloom interact like this with a human again? It might be a once in a lifetime chance—after all, the Monstrum apparently interacted sexually with the crimson or “female” pods, but Commander Rarev hadn’t said anything about the “male” pods interacting with humanoid females.
Of course, the Monstrum didn’t have any females, Iyanna reminded herself. It was one reason they needed to call brides from Earth. They were desperate to—
“Oh!” she gasped and jerked, splashing water over the side of the bathing pool. Something had nudged her between her legs!
Looking down, she saw a long blue bud about as big as a good-sized cucumber beneath the surface of the clear blue water. Iyanna had her legs shut tight now, but it was seeking to slide its waxy pod between her thighs, nudging at her outer pussy lips.