My part of a trade that I did with Omina about three years ago starring his OC Ibie the Implin trying to gather some nectar from a giant flower.
Contains: shortstack, tentacles, big ass, large insertion, double penetration, excessive “spunk”.
Flower Power
‘Gods above shoulda known I had to stock up Green Erital Daisy nectar before visiting Kron. All those old crones want damn anti-aging cream, don’t they know it only works temporary?’ Ibie grumbled to herself as she carefully made her way across a thick tree branch. ‘Now I hafta lug my ass all over this this damn swamp in search of this darn flower.
Travelling through the Erital Swamp would be tough for your average adventure; it definitely wasn’t any easier for Ibie. If your parents are an imp and a goblin, you aren’t exactly blessed in the height department. Unfortunately, this meant moving through the swamp was even tougher for the Implin; luckily she had her brains to count on. So once she noticed the abnormally tall, skeletal trees sticking out of the swamp she downed one of her potions and easily climbed the tree walked and jumped across the branches while keeping an eye out for the plant she so needed.
If anyone where to look up they’d see a small, green-skinned woman in the trees with blonde dreadlocks pulled back and falling to her lower back. Though the Implin figured they’d focus more on her state of undress. Although not particularly busty, she only had a few bandages wrapped around her chest. Leaving her flat stomach and slim waist bare, giving everyone a good view how they flared out into a pair of broad breeding hips and her big, round buttocks. Which were barely contained by her shorts, the belt with several pouches hanging from it did an admirable job of keeping the garment closed, however.
‘Ah there it is!’ Ibie said triumphantly as she spotted the flower she needed.
Unlike most daisies, the Green Erital Daisy was enormous and, well, green. The enormous flower covered nearly the entirety of a small patch of dry land while the yellow stamen was taller than Ibie herself. The Implin looked at the climb down and sighed in annoyance, but was still quick to make herself down towards the flower. With a grunt she landed next to the flower, her soft knee-length boots hitting its petals roughly. The stamen waved threateningly in Ibie’s direction, but besides that nothing happened.
‘Ugh…I ain’t gonna enjoy milkin’ this thing.’ The Implin grumbled to herself as she grabbed a Dwarf-made glass bottle from one of her pouches.
Yet despite her apparent disgust with the idea, she didn’t waste any time grabbing a nearby stamen and sticking it into the glass bottle. Once part of it was wildly swinging back and forth in the bottle she began to stroke the, surprising slippery, tentacle-like stamen. Slowly but surely a sweet smelling, dark green liquid began to drip from the appendage. It would probably take a lot of time before she had enough, but this was the quickest way to collect the flower’s “nectar”.
Or so the Implin thought.
What she didn’t know was that the Green Erital Daisy had apparently decided that there was a quicker way to get rid of its excess “nectar”, something Ibie didn’t realize until she felt it stamen slithering up her legs. But by then it was too late. As the slippery appendages forced themselves into Ibie’s, already too-tight shorts, the Implin’s long ears gave a surprised twitch. But before she could even think of pulling herself a way from the plant the multiple stamens disappeared between her thick, meaty buttocks and prodded against her tight anus.
‘Oi! Wh-what do ya think yer doin’ back there?!’ Ibie shouted at the flower as she continued to milk the nectar from the stamen currently stuck in the bottle.
Of course, the Green Erital Daisy paid no heed to the Implin’s protests, if it could even understand her, so its stamen continued to poke and prod at Ibie’s butthole and occasionally squirting out a bit of nectar until finally the Implin’s pucker was slick enough for the small tentacles to slide inside. Ibie gasped in surprise at the sudden, and strange, sensation and unconsciously shook her broad hips backwards roughly. This, finally, seemed to be the last straw for her shorts as a loud tearing sound resounded through the swamp and her large, cushiony green asscheeks came spilling out into the open.
‘Gods damn it! I’m gonna look quite silly when I return to civilization lookin’ like this!’ Ibie grumbled as her ears stood up in annoyance and a dark green blush spread across her cheeks.
Unfortunately, Ibie would quickly find out that she had bigger problems. Now that her lovely rump and plump sex were no longer encased in the tight garment more of the flower’s tentacle-like stamen to crawl up the Implin’s legs, until they were almost completely obscured by them. As the slippery appendages brushed over her legs and tickled her plump, damp labia Ibie couldn’t suppress an aroused little squeak. This was apparently the signal for the stamen to go wild, because before the Implin knew it her snatch was stuffed full of eager, slippery tentacles that were all too happy to explore her quivering cunny.
‘F-FUCK!’ Ibie bellowed, as the flower’s stamen found places to tease in her pussy and anal tunnel that a normal penis couldn’t reach.
The front of her shorts, well what remained of them anyway, was instantly soaked by a combination of the Green Erital Daisy’s nectar and her own orgasmic juices. So of course the stupid flower had to ruin the front of the garment as well. In the process, one of the pouches on her belt was torn open as well. And several vials of aphrodisiac and growth potions to make a night with a partner more fun fell out of it. Unfortunately, this glass was not made by Dwarves and easily shattered.
So while the tentacles continued their assault on Ibie’s vulnerable holes, the cocktail of potions seemed to seep into the flower. Not that the Implin noticed, how could she? One of the slender tentacles had wrapped around her fat, sensitive clit as it peeked out of its hood and was teasing it mercilessly as the other appendages continued to explore her sensitive holes. No, all Ibie could do was try to remain standing on her wobbly legs and enjoy the ride as pleasure ravaged her brain.
Of course, she would find out something had happened soon enough…
Slowly the colour of the stamen changed from yellow to a bright, angry pink hue. And while the slippery appendages had first been happy to just explore and tease the Impin’s sensitive, clenching holes, they now began to move with a purpose. Ibie couldn’t keep a desperate moan from passing her lips as every tentacle suddenly began to thrust back and forth rapidly, while the stamen wrapped around her clitoris slowly began to stroke the fat pink nub. And while Ibie as stuck in the throes of pleasure, the stamen around her grew taller and fatter as they gently wrapped themselves around her wrists and pulled her into the air.
Ibie barely noticed the slippery tentacles being pulled from her holes as she was lifted in the air, the previous pleasure she had experienced still keeping her mind blank. But once she was suspended over the very centre of the Green Eritan Daisy, and felt something thick pushing itself against her lubed-up anus and slippery gash, the Implin became suddenly very aware that the flower had changed. For one thing, it probably couldn’t be called a Green Eritan Daisy any longer since its petals had turned from green to red. It was also the first time she became aware how its stamen had changed colour and they had grown longer, although some of the appendages had changed in different ways.
‘Ye have got to be kiddin’ me…’ Ibie whispered under her breath.
The tentacles trying to worm their way into Ibie’s snatch and ass had probably changed the most of the bunch. They were thicker than her wrists and its entire length was covered with small bumps, all the size of her fingertip. When she felt several of the smaller tentacles doing their best to get a grip on her meaty green asscheeks to spread them, Ibie took a deep breath and braced herself. Just in time too, as both of the thick, bumpy tentacles succeeded in stretching her pucker and poor pussy as they slid into her holes.
‘O-oh…Fuck!’ Ibie croaked weakly as the thick tentacles slowly pushed themselves deeper and deeper into her small body.
It did not take long before the monstrous pink appendages caused the Implin’s stomach bulge outwards obscenely, while the bumps across the lengths of both tentacles tickled her pink folds and her anal tunnel. Ibie looked down at her bulging stomach with wide eyes as she gasped for breath. Now that the larger stamen had penetrated the Implin, the smaller brethren decided to join the fun again. So Ibie’s eyes crossed as the smaller tentacles slid under the bandages that covered her chest and found her nipples, while another decided to tease her stiff clitoris again.
Sparks danced in front of Ibie’s eyes when the fat tentacle in her snatch bumped against her cervix, causing her to release a weak gurgle. When the tentacle found this obstruction it slowly pulled itself back, together with its brother that was working its way into the Implin’s ass. Ibie’s mouth fell open in a silent scream and curled her toes in pleasure. Drool slipped from the corners of her mouth as the large tentacles pulled out, the bumps tickling her drenched, and quivering pink folds.
But when the tip of the stamen was nearly extracted from the Implin’s holes, she suddenly felt very empty. So her anus and muff clenched, apparently desperate to get filled up again. Luckily she didn’t have to wait for long, as the fat pink tentacles eagerly pushed themselves back inside. Meanwhile the smaller tentacles had succeeded in tearing off the bandages around Ibie’s chest and were playfully tugging on her stiff nipples, while another was sliding between her small, shapely breasts.
‘Oh…Ah…T-Too much!’ Ibie babbled as the fat stamen slid back inside her trembling holes, while a combination of her own orgasmic juices and nectar stained the insides of her thick thighs.
At least Ibie had gathered the nectar she needed; unfortunately it was currently sticking to her buttocks, breasts and the insides of her thighs. Which didn’t do her much good. But if the way the tentacles were speeding up were any indication there would soon be enough nectar to fill a bottle, although it likely had to be squeezed out of her…
So the lewd sounds of two large tentacles sliding in and out of the Implin’s clenching holes grew louder and louder before they finally just…stopped. For a moment the swamp was eerily quiet, before Ibie’s squeal pierced through the stillness. Inside of her the stamen briefly expanded, before thick gooey nectar blasted from their tips. Ibie was instantly packed full with the sweet-smelling gunk, but the flower wasn’t done yet. While Ibie’s stomach was ballooning outwards the smaller tentacles teasing her clitoris and breasts, the ones wrapped around her legs and arms and those spreading her cushiony asscheeks released their nectar as well. Leaving Ibie gasping for air as the hot, sticky goo filled her up and splattered all over her body.
Now that the Green Eritan Daisy, if it could still be called that, was finished it unceremoniously extracted its stamen from the Implin’s holes…and then dropped her. Ibie managed a weak shriek of surprise before she hit the flower which was accompanied by an obscene squelching sound as she fell on her stomach, causing green nectar to spray from her abused snatch and gaping anus. For a few minutes Ibie didn’t move as she tried to catch her breath, all while nectar continued to drool from her stretched holes. A smaller stamen occasionally moved close to her and teased her shining, nectar stained body. But that was about it.
‘W-well,’ Ibie began. ‘Guess I’ve got plenty of nectar, now to figure out how to get outta the swamp.’ She said to herself with a tired grin.
THE END.
Travelling through the Erital Swamp would be tough for your average adventure; it definitely wasn’t any easier for Ibie. If your parents are an imp and a goblin, you aren’t exactly blessed in the height department. Unfortunately, this meant moving through the swamp was even tougher for the Implin; luckily she had her brains to count on. So once she noticed the abnormally tall, skeletal trees sticking out of the swamp she downed one of her potions and easily climbed the tree walked and jumped across the branches while keeping an eye out for the plant she so needed.
If anyone where to look up they’d see a small, green-skinned woman in the trees with blonde dreadlocks pulled back and falling to her lower back. Though the Implin figured they’d focus more on her state of undress. Although not particularly busty, she only had a few bandages wrapped around her chest. Leaving her flat stomach and slim waist bare, giving everyone a good view how they flared out into a pair of broad breeding hips and her big, round buttocks. Which were barely contained by her shorts, the belt with several pouches hanging from it did an admirable job of keeping the garment closed, however.
‘Ah there it is!’ Ibie said triumphantly as she spotted the flower she needed.
Unlike most daisies, the Green Erital Daisy was enormous and, well, green. The enormous flower covered nearly the entirety of a small patch of dry land while the yellow stamen was taller than Ibie herself. The Implin looked at the climb down and sighed in annoyance, but was still quick to make herself down towards the flower. With a grunt she landed next to the flower, her soft knee-length boots hitting its petals roughly. The stamen waved threateningly in Ibie’s direction, but besides that nothing happened.
‘Ugh…I ain’t gonna enjoy milkin’ this thing.’ The Implin grumbled to herself as she grabbed a Dwarf-made glass bottle from one of her pouches.
Yet despite her apparent disgust with the idea, she didn’t waste any time grabbing a nearby stamen and sticking it into the glass bottle. Once part of it was wildly swinging back and forth in the bottle she began to stroke the, surprising slippery, tentacle-like stamen. Slowly but surely a sweet smelling, dark green liquid began to drip from the appendage. It would probably take a lot of time before she had enough, but this was the quickest way to collect the flower’s “nectar”.
Or so the Implin thought.
What she didn’t know was that the Green Erital Daisy had apparently decided that there was a quicker way to get rid of its excess “nectar”, something Ibie didn’t realize until she felt it stamen slithering up her legs. But by then it was too late. As the slippery appendages forced themselves into Ibie’s, already too-tight shorts, the Implin’s long ears gave a surprised twitch. But before she could even think of pulling herself a way from the plant the multiple stamens disappeared between her thick, meaty buttocks and prodded against her tight anus.
‘Oi! Wh-what do ya think yer doin’ back there?!’ Ibie shouted at the flower as she continued to milk the nectar from the stamen currently stuck in the bottle.
Of course, the Green Erital Daisy paid no heed to the Implin’s protests, if it could even understand her, so its stamen continued to poke and prod at Ibie’s butthole and occasionally squirting out a bit of nectar until finally the Implin’s pucker was slick enough for the small tentacles to slide inside. Ibie gasped in surprise at the sudden, and strange, sensation and unconsciously shook her broad hips backwards roughly. This, finally, seemed to be the last straw for her shorts as a loud tearing sound resounded through the swamp and her large, cushiony green asscheeks came spilling out into the open.
‘Gods damn it! I’m gonna look quite silly when I return to civilization lookin’ like this!’ Ibie grumbled as her ears stood up in annoyance and a dark green blush spread across her cheeks.
Unfortunately, Ibie would quickly find out that she had bigger problems. Now that her lovely rump and plump sex were no longer encased in the tight garment more of the flower’s tentacle-like stamen to crawl up the Implin’s legs, until they were almost completely obscured by them. As the slippery appendages brushed over her legs and tickled her plump, damp labia Ibie couldn’t suppress an aroused little squeak. This was apparently the signal for the stamen to go wild, because before the Implin knew it her snatch was stuffed full of eager, slippery tentacles that were all too happy to explore her quivering cunny.
‘F-FUCK!’ Ibie bellowed, as the flower’s stamen found places to tease in her pussy and anal tunnel that a normal penis couldn’t reach.
The front of her shorts, well what remained of them anyway, was instantly soaked by a combination of the Green Erital Daisy’s nectar and her own orgasmic juices. So of course the stupid flower had to ruin the front of the garment as well. In the process, one of the pouches on her belt was torn open as well. And several vials of aphrodisiac and growth potions to make a night with a partner more fun fell out of it. Unfortunately, this glass was not made by Dwarves and easily shattered.
So while the tentacles continued their assault on Ibie’s vulnerable holes, the cocktail of potions seemed to seep into the flower. Not that the Implin noticed, how could she? One of the slender tentacles had wrapped around her fat, sensitive clit as it peeked out of its hood and was teasing it mercilessly as the other appendages continued to explore her sensitive holes. No, all Ibie could do was try to remain standing on her wobbly legs and enjoy the ride as pleasure ravaged her brain.
Of course, she would find out something had happened soon enough…
Slowly the colour of the stamen changed from yellow to a bright, angry pink hue. And while the slippery appendages had first been happy to just explore and tease the Impin’s sensitive, clenching holes, they now began to move with a purpose. Ibie couldn’t keep a desperate moan from passing her lips as every tentacle suddenly began to thrust back and forth rapidly, while the stamen wrapped around her clitoris slowly began to stroke the fat pink nub. And while Ibie as stuck in the throes of pleasure, the stamen around her grew taller and fatter as they gently wrapped themselves around her wrists and pulled her into the air.
Ibie barely noticed the slippery tentacles being pulled from her holes as she was lifted in the air, the previous pleasure she had experienced still keeping her mind blank. But once she was suspended over the very centre of the Green Eritan Daisy, and felt something thick pushing itself against her lubed-up anus and slippery gash, the Implin became suddenly very aware that the flower had changed. For one thing, it probably couldn’t be called a Green Eritan Daisy any longer since its petals had turned from green to red. It was also the first time she became aware how its stamen had changed colour and they had grown longer, although some of the appendages had changed in different ways.
‘Ye have got to be kiddin’ me…’ Ibie whispered under her breath.
The tentacles trying to worm their way into Ibie’s snatch and ass had probably changed the most of the bunch. They were thicker than her wrists and its entire length was covered with small bumps, all the size of her fingertip. When she felt several of the smaller tentacles doing their best to get a grip on her meaty green asscheeks to spread them, Ibie took a deep breath and braced herself. Just in time too, as both of the thick, bumpy tentacles succeeded in stretching her pucker and poor pussy as they slid into her holes.
‘O-oh…Fuck!’ Ibie croaked weakly as the thick tentacles slowly pushed themselves deeper and deeper into her small body.
It did not take long before the monstrous pink appendages caused the Implin’s stomach bulge outwards obscenely, while the bumps across the lengths of both tentacles tickled her pink folds and her anal tunnel. Ibie looked down at her bulging stomach with wide eyes as she gasped for breath. Now that the larger stamen had penetrated the Implin, the smaller brethren decided to join the fun again. So Ibie’s eyes crossed as the smaller tentacles slid under the bandages that covered her chest and found her nipples, while another decided to tease her stiff clitoris again.
Sparks danced in front of Ibie’s eyes when the fat tentacle in her snatch bumped against her cervix, causing her to release a weak gurgle. When the tentacle found this obstruction it slowly pulled itself back, together with its brother that was working its way into the Implin’s ass. Ibie’s mouth fell open in a silent scream and curled her toes in pleasure. Drool slipped from the corners of her mouth as the large tentacles pulled out, the bumps tickling her drenched, and quivering pink folds.
But when the tip of the stamen was nearly extracted from the Implin’s holes, she suddenly felt very empty. So her anus and muff clenched, apparently desperate to get filled up again. Luckily she didn’t have to wait for long, as the fat pink tentacles eagerly pushed themselves back inside. Meanwhile the smaller tentacles had succeeded in tearing off the bandages around Ibie’s chest and were playfully tugging on her stiff nipples, while another was sliding between her small, shapely breasts.
‘Oh…Ah…T-Too much!’ Ibie babbled as the fat stamen slid back inside her trembling holes, while a combination of her own orgasmic juices and nectar stained the insides of her thick thighs.
At least Ibie had gathered the nectar she needed; unfortunately it was currently sticking to her buttocks, breasts and the insides of her thighs. Which didn’t do her much good. But if the way the tentacles were speeding up were any indication there would soon be enough nectar to fill a bottle, although it likely had to be squeezed out of her…
So the lewd sounds of two large tentacles sliding in and out of the Implin’s clenching holes grew louder and louder before they finally just…stopped. For a moment the swamp was eerily quiet, before Ibie’s squeal pierced through the stillness. Inside of her the stamen briefly expanded, before thick gooey nectar blasted from their tips. Ibie was instantly packed full with the sweet-smelling gunk, but the flower wasn’t done yet. While Ibie’s stomach was ballooning outwards the smaller tentacles teasing her clitoris and breasts, the ones wrapped around her legs and arms and those spreading her cushiony asscheeks released their nectar as well. Leaving Ibie gasping for air as the hot, sticky goo filled her up and splattered all over her body.
Now that the Green Eritan Daisy, if it could still be called that, was finished it unceremoniously extracted its stamen from the Implin’s holes…and then dropped her. Ibie managed a weak shriek of surprise before she hit the flower which was accompanied by an obscene squelching sound as she fell on her stomach, causing green nectar to spray from her abused snatch and gaping anus. For a few minutes Ibie didn’t move as she tried to catch her breath, all while nectar continued to drool from her stretched holes. A smaller stamen occasionally moved close to her and teased her shining, nectar stained body. But that was about it.
‘W-well,’ Ibie began. ‘Guess I’ve got plenty of nectar, now to figure out how to get outta the swamp.’ She said to herself with a tired grin.
THE END.
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