lusi | (no subject)

It's not that I just haven't done this very much. So I might be a little nervous. Don't leave me here.

[ Her face turns red just from admitting it. That and from what the vines are doing with her legs. She struggles to pull them back together. That only seems to make it worse. She imagines the plant continuing to wrap around her until she's completely encased. That would not be ideal. ]

Haven't done what much? [Gotten attacked by some very intimate plantlife? Flirted with a tall, ruggedly handsome stranger? Promised potentially anything away in an act of desperation? Yes, he realises time is of the essence here, but he seems interested in talking. She shouldn't worry.

Finally closing the distance between them, John runs his fingertip down her right cheek, curling his finger under her chin.]

Look at me. [His smile widens as his hand starts to trail lower.] That's it. Just relax mate. [He's got this. Probably. As his fingertips drift lower the snake-like, thick, moving stems curl tighter around her, until he's rubbing slowly between her legs. She's still clothed, but he likes gauging her reaction, feeling her tense and twitch beneath his touch.

His hand drifts upwards again and he hooks one finger between the waistband of her knickers beneath her shorts and her skin. He tugs down, low enough to invite a couple of creaking, stretching, opportunistic tendrils to slither over her hips and down between her legs.

It'd be morbidly fascinating if it wasn't rather sexy. John slips his hand in as well, rubbing the length of his finger back and forth in between her folds.]

You could ask me nicely. I'm sure you've done that before.

[ And here she was thinking he would free her first and they might find somewhere else for her end of the deal. Apparently he wants it right here. Hopefully nobody else happens to wander by. She does her best to relax and makes no effort to stifle the noises she makes at his touch. This is not so bad at all considering how strange the whole plant thing is. ]

Please. I need you.

[ She gasps as vines make their way between her legs. It's hard to tell if the slickness is her own or something contributed by the plant. Either way she's starting to enjoy this. ]

[Where's the fun in that? The plantlife saves him a whole lot of work, frees up his other hand to roam, down the side of her neck, down over her breast where he gives it a firm squeeze. She sounds so sweet when she asks, he ought to feel bad for taking advantage of the situation.

His hand is a little wet when he pulls it out of her shorts and he glances up to meet her gaze for all of two seconds before he plucks the button apart and unzips her shorts. He'll do his best not to ruin it since changes of clothes are somewhat sparse around these parts. He only needs them and her knickers halfway down her thighs after all.

Tilting his head, he leans in to press his lips to hers, play-biting on her bottom lip as he starts unbuckling his own belt. His trousers hang loose off his waist, enough to get his cock out without making too big or obvious of a scene. No one has to know, right?]

Good girl. [John couldn't resist. He has a feeling she's just a little shy, rather than not genuinely wanting this. He goes back to rubbing between her legs, smearing her wetness on her lower thighs, getting some of it on his dick as he traps it between her legs with his thumb and moves his hips, breathing slow as he sinks his teeth into the shell of her ear. Nudging just the head of his cock in, he pushes past those hot, wet lips until he can bury the entire length of the shaft, one slow inch in and half an inch out at a time. He's been so turned on since he got here and it's not really let up regardless of how often he's tried to fuck it out of his system, it's hard to be patient or overly gentle.]

[ She looks at him and then to his hand realizing just how aroused she is by all this. It's not long before she finds herself moaning against his mouth and kissing back. Her hips shift enough that he can pull her shorts down. When he pulls away she tries not to stare but she wants it, to feel him buried deep inside her. She bites her lip at first but she can't help crying out the deeper he pushes through. ]

I've never actually... had anything more than fingers inside me before...

[His eyes flutter open at that. It's either the best time or the worst time for that kind of confession but whatever the case, it's a little too late to change course.]

Does it hurt? [He thinks it might. He's not sure. She's pretty fucking tight despite the fact that she's gushing all over his cock. He presses his hands over where the vines are holding her wrists, keeping her pinned in the web.

Maybe the more apt question is if she likes it either way.]

You like that? It's not too much. Don't stop. Everyone's been so gentle with me since I got here...

[ She seems a bit frustrated by that. He could be the one to give her a nice hard pounding. She can handle the pain even as she stretches to accommodate his cock. Breathing slowly she tries to relax. She didn't think that being restrained would turn her on but it's a distinct possibility. ]

Maybe you should tell them. [He slides his hands under her thighs and pulls her in closer, not necessarily fighting with the vines but not content to let them have all the fun either. A quiet groan rumbles up his throat as she meets him halfway and gets him wet right down to the base of his cock. Maybe whatever she's entangled in is helping them along, secreting something that's giving him a light buzz, but it feels better than it usually does regardless. Hopefully it isn't poisonous.

It sounds downright pornographic, sticky, wet, skin slapping against skin, his grip on her legs tight enough to leave red marks alongside the reddened welts already forming where the vines are gripping hard.]

Guess that means you've not had anything here before either? [He slows down to deep, slow thrusts as a finger drags some of the vine slime to her tight, puckered asshole. He flashes her a small grin as he tries to push just the tip of his finger inside her.]

[ Slowly but surely she's learning what she likes. She doesn't mind the strangeness of the predicament she finds herself in currently if only because it's clear from the start there's nothing more to it than an exchange of favors. Just when she had adjusted to his cock she feels something else. She looks down in surprise to see what he's doing. ]

What are you— oh!

[Is that a good 'oh' or a bad 'oh'? He can't tell and honestly right now he might not genuinely be interested since he's starting to really get into it.]

Come on. Relax. [It's just a finger, although if it's her first time it probably feels a lot bigger than that. He can't seem to be both gentle and hard and fast at the same time; he has to fuck her with a lot less gusto in order to also ease his finger into her other hole, but at least he's not stopping.

Though he might be a little eager if the speed at which he adds the second finger is anything to go by.]

[ Her breathing is heavy and it's hard to hold still. She knows it will feel better if she relaxes, supposedly. It's worth a try. She just can't seem to figure out what to make of it. Regardless of her apprehension his fingers start to open her up. Between that and his cock the feeling is intense. It's getting easier to give in. ]

I guess one just isn't enough for you.

[Look, he's not necessarily greedy, he's just... 'easily excitable'. And as she relaxes while he stretches her out with his fingers, he finds it difficult to be patient.]

It's tighter. [And if it's her first time, if she feels awkward about it, if it hurts a bit - he wouldn't necessarily admit to enjoying it more even though he does.]

I think you like this. [She's already relaxing and he's eager to pull out, to rub the head of his cock against her other fuckhole, feel it wet and hot gliding against her skin. She probably won't like it as he starts to rush things because he hasn't spent nearly enough time warming her up to it, but when he manages to ease in past the head, he rocks his hips and insistently pushes in the rest of the way.]

Fuck- [That's good. That's- just right.]

[ If he's taking one first time what's one more? With nothing else to compare it to she can only assume this is how it always feels. Her concern soon shifts from how his cock is going to fit to what it's going to do to her. She feels him overcome her body's resistance and then still deeper. Even through her strained whines she wants to push her limits. In agreeing to this she thought she might at least be spared the indignity of these vines. She would be wrong. Yet another one, thick and covered in some substance, creeps around her shoulder and up to her lips while she tries to turn her head away. ]

This... thing...

[He's a little focused on what's happening on the lower half of her body - he has to do a double-take to figure out what exactly her new friend is doing with her.]

Don't like it? [He's more referring to the vines than what he's doing. Reaching up under her jaw, he grips her neck and pushes under her chin with his thumb, tilting her head back. Applying a bit of pressure to her throat before his hand drifts upwards, thumb and forefinger press hard against her cheeks to coax her to open her mouth.]

Come on, you- [Fuck it's hard to have a conversation when she's clenching hard around his cock.] you've liked everything else, so far. [No harm letting a weird alien tingling slime-secreting tendril into your mouth - what's the worst thing that could happen?]

[ It hardly feels like she's being saved at all. He seems to be helping the vines more than her. Yet the way he grabs her while making use of her ass arouses her in ways she doesn't quite understand. Maybe she doesn't need as much help as she wants to believe. The moment her mouth opens the tendril darts in. Whatever's all over it doesn't taste so bad but she's not sure what kind of effect it could have. Her eyes sting with tears forced out as it slides deeper into her throat at the same time she feels yet another between her legs. Pulling at her wrists just seems to get her further entangled. ]

[Funnily enough, when he can go back to focusing just on screwing her brains out, he's a lot more aggressive and careless about leaving marks and bruises to add to the red welts that the vines are giving her. The harder he fucks her the more the vines seem to take her in, and it becomes a bit of a struggle to pull her back out from the entangled mess so he can move deeper inside her.

Thankfully the vines don't seem all that interested in him. It'll make it a lot easier to pluck her from their grasp once he's finished.]

Oh, fuck- [She's clenching around him tighter than ever now that she's struggling. Maybe he should be paying more attention to said struggling, what it's doing to her, what he's doing to her, but he's almost there.] I'm close--

[ The warm liquid forced down her throat is quickly absorbed into her body. It seems to make her find the pain pleasurable. Unable to breathe, her struggling begins to subside. Any sounds she makes are muffled. It's only a matter of time before she passes out. The moment she seems to accept that is when she finally comes. ]

[Okay, a bit of struggling adds to the fun, but completely dropping out of consciousness like that? Just a teensy bit worrying. He can't even really blow his load in peace, as much as he enjoys cumming hard and deep in someone and knowing that they'll feel it the next day, and possibly even the day after that, that someone else might find the mess.

When she starts to come to again, she'll find herself in a sheltered area, properly-ish clothed and freed from the vines. The closest plant life hovering nearby is at least twenty feet away. She's in a bit of a sticky mess, but he at least had the decency not to leave her to be swallowed by the alien plant monster thing. He was blissfully fucked out and had entertained fleetingly the thought of just leaving her there, all entangled with cum dribbling down her legs, but let it not be said that John invariably always breaks all his promises.]