Page 5 of Little Green Vines
Her soft, plump stomach was now revealed to my greedy eyes. I loved the way her waist dipped and flared again almost immediately to accommodate her wide hips. She was a delicious, lovely gift, and I wanted to lick every dip and curve.
Poppy squeezed her eyes closed as I cut through the last of her dress, letting it fall completely open. A small patch of short, light brown hair covered her sex, and her thick thighs pressed together in a feeble attempt to block my view.
“Sweet flower,” I chided, trailing my claws over her stomach and loving the way her breath shuddered. “If you try to hide from me, I will have to make it so that you can’t. Now, are you going to be a good girl and keep those legs open?”
“Iris, I… This… It’s not right. You should let me go, and I’ll find my way home,” she rambled, keeping those thighs closed tight.
I tilted my head. “Why isn’t it right? Because of what the fools in your village say? You needn’t worry about them anymore. You’re mine now, and we can do whatever we want. I know how aroused you are; I can smell your sweetness from here. I’m afraid I’ve waited long enough. If you won’t open your legs, I’ll open mine.”
Her eyes widened as I stood, slipping my dress over my head, revealing my completely naked body. I was every bit as curvy as she was, though I was taller. I smiled to myself as I walked over to the wooden chair I’d made with my magic for one purpose only. The slats in the seat were wide—wide enough that my holes were available, and that’s all that mattered.
“Have you ever watched another woman get fucked, Poppy?” I spread my legs and retracted my claws, letting my fingers dip into my soaked cunt.
“N-no,” she replied, her eyes focused between my legs. Poor girl wanted me so badly, and she didn’t even realize it yet. That’s okay—she was about to.
“Can you hear how wet I am?” I pushed my fingers in and out, loving the noises that showed the incredible lust I was feeling toward her.
“Yes,” she breathed, her face darkening to a deeper shade of red.
I brought my fingers up to dance them along my clit, letting my head roll back as I enjoyed the sensation. “I’ve been alone out here for a very long time, little flower. Do you want me to show you how I entertained myself all these years?”
“Yes,” she repeated, and I smiled. She was mine.
I let a little bit of magic out of my body, willing the flowers that were growing beneath me to grow taller, stronger. They were snapdragons, and they had the perfect shape to mimic a tongue. With my feet planted either side of the chair and my pussy on display, I stared down at her, wanting to watch her as she watched me.
The first flower brushed against my clit, and I moaned.
“W-what are they doing to you?”
I hummed and rocked my hips a little, seeking more pressure. “They’re using their petals to lick me. They’re such greedy little things. They lick me all over, flower… and they do such a good job.” I cursed when two of the blooms began really going at my clit while another worked itself against my ass. Poppy licked her lips, her gaze never leaving the lewd show I was putting on for her. “Do you want to taste me?”
Her eyes flew up to mine, and her mouth opened and closed a couple of times. She was trying to resist, but the desire on her face told me all I needed to know. My flower just needed reassurance that this was okay, that it was natural.
“It’s okay, sweet girl. You need to get out of your head and do what feels good. Would it be easier for you if I ordered you to do it?”
She pulled against the vines. “Ordered me? What do you mean?”
I waved my fingers, and the vines fell away from her wrists and ankles. She sat up immediately and rubbed her wrists, looking confused.
“Come here,” I commanded, making the flowers shrink back to the ground, leaving me exposed to her big blue eyes. Poppy started to stand, and I shook my head. “Crawl to me.”
She sat there, frozen for a moment, the blush in her face making its way down her neck.
“Don’t make me ask again. Get on your hands and knees and crawl over here.Now!” I put some oomph behind the last word, and it did the trick. She dropped down, and I nearly came from the sight of her like that. Her big tits jiggling as she crawled to me, that delectable ass of hers in the air.
Once she reached me, she sat back on her knees, now looking equal parts turned on and terrified. Good. Some of the best orgasms of my life had a healthy dose of terror mixed in.
“I know you want me, Poppy. Your body is weeping for me. Your nipples are hard for me. Your pupils are blown out with desire. I think you need some guidance… and I’m going to give it to you.”
She shifted on her knees, her eyes once again locked on my pussy. I snapped my fingers, and several flowers and small vines answered my call. Poppy gasped as they climbed up her body, wrapping themselves firmly around her throat. Tight, but not tight enough to cause harm.
“When you’re wearing this, you will obey me. Anything that I do to you or I allow you to do to me is because I want it. Do you understand?” I flicked my wrist, and an intricate rope began forming from other flowers and vines before I leaned over and scooped it up. “Lean forward,” I whispered, loving the look of her long blonde hair in such a disheveled state, with bits and pieces of my forest mixed into her loose curls. When she was close enough, I hooked the rope onto her collar and gave it a tug. She gasped and fell forward, catching herself on her hands.
“Perfect,” I praised her. I looked down my body and found her beautiful face right there, perfectly aligned with my cunt. “Now, you’re going to lick and suck my pussy until I gift you with my nectar. When that happens, you’re going to swallow it all down, aren’t you?”
Her breaths were heavy and wild as she nodded. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back long once she put her pretty little mouth on me, but that didn’t matter. I had my flower, and she was about to drain me dry.
What was I doing? My heart pounded in my chest, louder than the galloping of a horse, and I was certain Iris could hear it. Her grip on the vines tightened, pulling my face closer to her core and my eyes rolled back as her scent became stronger. She smelled like a spring meadow, the sweet aroma of fresh flowers mixed with that slight undertone of dampness from the rain.
