SUCCUBUS RANCH

Copyright 2009 ©

 

unbirthing, plant, succubus,

 

Alex was the best of all the journalists on the magazine’s staff; except he wasn’t really on the staff.  He enjoyed being a freelance journalist and selling his stories to the highest bidder.  This was ideal for him because he never had specific deadlines, except for making his necessary monthly bills for one thing or another; and that usually only required one of his stories to be published.

 

Ales had decided to do a story on the underbelly of the sex business.  He had already brought down the heads of a few porno magazines by bringing to light their business practices with minors.  He had helped local police in several major cities to crack down on the street prostitution and their pimps by getting some of the girls to actually come forward and report the crimes they were being forced to commit by their pimps.

 

Now, he had set his sites on the legalized brothels of the Nevada deserts.  He had visited two of them so far and made it all the way into the back rooms and interviewed the women.  He found it hard to believe what he was hearing and seeing.  The rooms were cleaned constantly, including new sheets on the bed after every customer left the room.  The girls produced fro him cards that showed their STD status with the recent date of inspection by a certified doctor.

 

Doing background checks, he found out the two businesses he had visited were far more legit than the typical Mexican food vendor or Chinese buffet was.  While doing one of these background checks, Alex had come across the name of the most recent brothel to open up.

 

He began to research the background of the Succubus Ranch and found that all the forms were filled out in proper order, as well; but his journalistic senses told him that something just wasn’t on the up and up with this business.  The further he dug into the papers for the business, the more shocked he became.  The other brothels had had a few errors here and there in their papers.  Some even had a complaint or two from angry customers about contracting an STD after a visit to the brothels.

 

Succubus Ranch had none of that.  Their papers were too neat and perfectly in order.  They seemed cleaner than the best operating room.  Alex began to distrust it completely.  He looked and was unable to find a list of clients, as was typical for all the brothels; but there was always something in the papers about some high official visiting one of these places and getting busted for it.  As he was coming to expect, there was never a bad article that contained the brothel’s name in it.

 

The most recent article for Succubus Ranch told of a concert with a small time band playing.  Looking at the picture of the all girl band, Alex decided that his next story would be on the quick rise to stardom for D’Vnt Sound.  It seemed like they had exploded right after this concert at the small brothel in the middle of nowhere.  That would mean that someone high up in the record industry had been at the brothel during the free concert.

 

Tearing his eyes away from the picture of the four hot and sexy band members, Alex began his background research on the co-owners of the ranch.  Jason Maurice and Maradith, no last name, proved to be a much more interesting read than what he had been expecting.

 

Maradith’s name was completely non-existent until the opening of Succubus Ranch.  It was as if she had sprung up from the hard packed dirt of the desert to stand beside Jason and become his business partner.  He had checked all the city, state, national, and even international sources to find who this Maradith was.  She proved to be absolutely nobody.  She didn’t even exist.

 

Jason Maurice, however, was a completely different story.  The only son of Mikail Maurice, graduated with high scores in high school and much better than average college scores.  Jason served as an intelligence officer in the Marine Corps and had risen quickly in the ranks to captain before leaving the service with an honorable discharge.  His accommodations and medals were easy enough to find and it was a long list.

 

Jason had been living in the Midwest for a couple of years on the salary of a stay-at-home job.  Then, it seems, trouble found Jason.  His name was on a couple of police reports for missing people.  It was a bit of a happy surprise to Alex to see that the two people missing was a pimp and his good friend or bodyguard.  Then there was an incident where a serious fire had burned down a large club and Jason was the only survivor, buried under the many bodies and protected from the flames and heat.

 

With some passing of cash, Alex had received a copy of the medical reports, and once again, Jason was part of a missing person report.  Apparently one of the nurses in the wing where Jason was staying disappeared at the same time that Jason had snuck out of the hospital.  No report was filed on his non-payment because they had received a check for much more than the amount owed from an anonymous source on Jason’s behalf.

 

Since that time, the investigations had been marked as solved but no resolution was filed with them.  It was as if they had found the people, but the police had decided not to let anyone know where they were now.  There was definitely something strange going on here.

 

Alex had tried to track Jason’s father and get some answers; but that quickly became a dead end.  Even Jason’s father had disappeared off the planet.  Mikail had left a forward address that listed him as living at WolfCastle in RavenBlack City; but there was no such place.  Frustrated, Alex decided that he was just going to have to get the skinny on these two strange characters.

 

That was why Alex was now parked a good distance from Succubus Ranch, watching the cars come and go, customers, both men and women, enter and then exit several hours later with big smiles.  He waited until it was nearly 3:30 in the morning, when there was on two cars in the parking lot for the southern plantation style mansion.

 

Alex climbed out of his car and began to walk toward the brothel.  He was thankful for the night vision goggles he received from the military for not turning a situation he uncovered into a major disaster in the media.  They handled the situation internally without the public knowing that several thousand service members’ lives would have been at risk by a few high ranking officers.

 

He wore them now as he walked nearly a football field off the road.  With the eerie green glow that was giving him sight, Alex could easily make out the building and everything else that was around him…except for the old man.

 

“Don’t go in there, young man,” said a raspy voice nearby.

 

Alex stopped and turned his head in all directions, seeing nothing but the flat expanse of the desert and a few plants that were no where close to him.  When he started to move again, the voice spoke once more.

 

“You will not escape them, once they have you in their embrace,” it said.

 

Alex did a quick 360 turn and didn’t see anyone.  He quickly pulled off the goggles and saw the old man no more than two feet on his right.

 

“How the hell are you able to do that?” Alex whispered, not wanting to be detected by anyone at the brothel.  “And who the fuck are you?”

 

“Do not go into that house of ill repute, young man,” the old man said aloud, his voice not too loud, but definitely not a whisper.  “It is a trap for all those that enter.”

 

“All the more for me to go in there, then,” Alex whispered, taking a step toward the man.  “I’m a reporter and I’m trying to get some dirt on this place.  There’s just something wrong here and I can’t find it without actually going in there.”

 

Alex gestured with his hand toward the building and looked at the old man in the darkness.  As he looked, a quick question came to his mind.

 

“Are you…are you Mikail Maurice, the father of the man that runs this business?”

 

“I am not the man you think I am.  I just am.”

 

“Well, Am,” Alex said with a huff, “I have a job to do and I’m running out of time to do it.  Now if you will excuse me and leave me alone, I can get it done without being seen.”

 

“He quickly put on the goggles again and looked over at where the man was standing and saw nothing there in the green glow the goggles gave off.  Slipping them off to ask once again how the old man did that trick, Alex felt his heart start racing.  The old man was gone.  He quickly took another step where he knew that the man must have been standing and looked everywhere for him and didn’t see anything but darkness.  Looking down and around his feet, Alex didn’t even see any impressions but from his own shoes.

 

“Fuck it,” he whispered, sliding the goggles back on and making his way toward the building once more.  This is no time to get the jitters, Alex told himself.  He didn’t get them when he covered the soldiers in Somalia, or the gangs in several urban cities.  He surely wasn’t going to get them now standing outside a house filled with tired and sleepy prostitutes.

 

Alex picked up his pace and covered the last hundred yards within a few minutes.  He stood next to the building, looking around and finding that sneaking inside was going to be just a little harder than he thought.  The first floor was raised off the ground and the second floor was definitely out of the question.  He could see small windows around the foundation; but the rooms in them were either darker than the night outside, or the window panes had been painted black to keep people from peeking in.

 

Walking as quietly as possible around the back of the building, the reporter got his break.  He saw a light from one of the small windows and took off the night vision goggles and put them in his small shoulder pouch.  He snuck up to it and kneeled down to listen.  To his surprise, the window was partially open and a woman was inside talking to someone.  Her voice was one of the most beautiful voices he had ever heard.

 

“…you that you and the rest would do well after the concert, dear,” said the voice.  “The executives said you were a hit that was just waiting to be discovered.  Now, go back to Cary and let me talk to Cynder again.  Oh, and tell Michelle that Jason looks forward to her next visit too.”

 

During the pause while the voice waited for Cynder to get onto the phone, Alex looked through the window and saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life standing in the middle of the room, holding a cell phone up to her ear.  Alex felt himself growing hard at just the sight of this woman and didn’t even care that this had never happened before.  There was even a very arousing smell coming through the window, causing him to take deep breaths through his nose to get more of it into his system.

 

“Hello, Cynder,” the woman said, her voice now dripping with sex.  “Yes, lover.  You will see me again soon.  Jason and I have booked the rooms for all of you when you get back from your European tour.  You and I will enjoy several nights, and days, of pleasure.”

 

Alex’s mind quickly pieced together several things from this portion of the conversation.  One, this was the band D’Vnt Sound that the woman was talking to.  Two, this woman was Maradith, the unknown co-owner of Succubus Ranch.  Three, he could actually get a harder erection listening to Maradith talk than he had ever had in his entire life.

 

“I need to go, dear,” Maradith cooed into the phone.  “We have a surprise guest coming soon and I’m just making the finishing touches on his room.  No, I can’t tell you who he is, Cynder; but I think you will meet him when you visit.  He is sure to still be around at that time.  Oh, we have many guests that come and stay for a full day, week, month and even years.  There’s even a few that never leave.”

 

Maradith giggled and Alex was surprised that even her soft laughter was extremely arousing.

 

“No, he’s not coming here to stay; but he will make you even more famous after he is through spending the next month with Floratine.  She doesn’t like to let her guests go until she’s sated and it usually takes about that long.  I will make sure that he is released from her sweet embrace after you arrive so all of you can talk with him.

 

Alex leaned back and adjusted his erection through his pants, giving his dick room to straighten out in a much more comfortable direction.

 

“Okay, dear.  You girls be safe and enjoy your time there in the mother country.  Jason and I will see all of you in your dreams.  Yes, every night, not just tonight.”

 

Alex looked into the room and saw Maradith standing in the room again, looking around it.  For the first time, he looked around and observed the room as well.  He couldn’t understand why, but the floor looked like it was a green shag carpet.  The walls were painted to show a deep jungle, with the trees packed closely together.  It looked like a night scene with what little he could see between the painted trunks.  Even small yellowish eyes were painted here and there.

 

As he followed one large painted trunk down and saw the door standing open in the middle of it, Alex caught Maradith’s movement toward the window, making him jump back and hold his breath.  He didn’t want to get caught peeping in and overhearing a personal conversation; but the thought of Maradith catching him and possibly beckoning him inside for punishment made his cock twitch with lust.

 

“He will be here soon, Floratine,” Maradith’s voice drifted through the window.  “Just be patient; and remember, he may be your fist, but you can not keep him forever.  You must let him go on with the rest of his life.  I am sure he will return and request to be with you again and again.  Eventually, he will give himself completely to you and you will be allowed to keep him in your embrace for all time, but not this time.”

 

Alex’s cock began to throb at the thoughts of being in Maradith’s embrace.  He had never known a woman that could affect him this way.  Her perfume was rising through the window, a sweet succulent smell that enticed the senses.  He wanted to taste it on his tongue.  He caught himself moving to look into the window again, his hand reaching for it, to open it completely and slip inside and admit spying on Maradith so that she could hold him and forgive him for his crime.

 

“What if he doesn’t like me?” asked a voice that sounded odd, but was just as enchanting as Maradith’s.  “What if the sight of me frightens him?”

 

With the pheromones you’re putting out right now, he won’t be able to resist,” Maradith giggled.  “After he enters your room, he won’t be able to escape until you decide to let him go.  Enjoy your first client, my dear Flora.”

 

Alex remained perfectly still, his hand still inches from the small window and looking down into the room.  He saw Maradith moving away from where she had been standing until she reached the doorway.  She turned and gave a quick look around the room and gave it a nod of approval, looked once at the window, winked, and then turned around and walked out.  When she closed the door, the lights immediately went out, leaving Alex staring at the same place with confusion on his face.

 

Did she just wink at me, he asked himself.  Did she know I was here?  Who was she talking to, since no one else left the room with her?  Being the good investigative reporter, he had to find the answers to his questions.  He opened the window as far as it would go and leaned in and looked around the dark room.

 

Though the light was out, it seemed there was some soft light source inside.  He was looking down into a square room from about six feet above the floor.  He didn’t see anything inside that showed it as any type of room, just the painted walls to look like a wild jungle and shag green carpet to give the appearance of grass.  There was no one in the room either.  In short, it was just four flat walls with a mural on them.

 

Alex turned around and slid his legs inside first, figuring he could easily slip over the edge and hang by his fingers and drop the last four inches without any trouble.  As he slipped in and hung over the edge, his shirt pulled up some and slid up to expose the bare skin beneath.  As he slipped a little further in, he felt the cool stone wall against his stomach.  When he was hanging on the edge by his folded arms, the window slammed shut mere inches from his face and things seemed to change with the loud clap of the windows closing.

 

The first thing he noticed was the irritation of the wall against his belly.  It had gone from being cool and smooth to being slightly warm and rough.  It even seemed to bend away from him a bit on each side.  As his ears adjusted to the silence of the room, he began to hear sounds that are best described as nocturnal wildlife.

 

Feeling that the world was spinning a little, Alex lowered himself as far as his stretched arms would go and found himself hanging onto the side of a tree.  He could smell the bark that was touching his nose.  He looked up and saw his fingers were curled around a giant knothole in the side of the tree.  He put his feet on the tree and pushed off as he let go and landed just a couple of inches on the soft ground from the large trunk.

 

Alex straightened up and followed the trunk of the tree with his eyes, seeing that the top of it was more than 40 feet.  The knothole, that he knew had to be the window he just climbed through, was about six feet up the trunk.  When he brought his eyes back down from the treetop, he looked at the tree itself.  It looked far too real to be a simple part of the mural he had seen.

 

Alex walked up to it and placed his hand on the trunk and felt the rough bark and slight curvature.  He slid his hand along it and was shocked when his arm went past where the wall should be.  He pulled his arm back and stepped back from the tree, looking at the knothole again.

 

“If I was looking through there, then directly behind me is another tree that has the door in it,” he whispered aloud.  He did his best military about face and saw he was looking at another large tree trunk.  He walked right up to it and almost laughed when he saw a broken stump of a limb right where the doorknob should be.  He grabbed it with his hand and tried to turn the stump before cursing when the rough bark cut his palm.

 

“Shit,” he exclaimed, holding his wrist and looking at his open palm.  “What the fuck is going on?  I’m not Alice and this is definitely not Wonderland; and I know I have never done LSD, so I’m not tripping.”

 

“Oh dear,” said the odd female voice he heard earlier.  “You’ve hurt yourself.  I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

 

“Who’s there?” Alex looked all over the place but couldn’t seem to tell where the voice was coming from.

 

“I’m Floratine, but you can call me Flora, if you want,” said the voice.  “Please don’t be frightened.  I won’t hurt you.  I just want to help you.”

 

“Show yourself,” Alex called out, looking everywhere, but not seeing anyone in the small clearing that he was standing in.

 

“Not until you calm down first,” Flora said, her voice becoming softer.  “Take slow deep breaths and calm yourself; because if you keep stressing, you’ll make that wound bleed more.  You need to relax.”

 

“How can I relax when one second I’m sneaking into a room and the next, the room becomes a deep, dark, frightening jungle,” Alex said, just at the same time that a wolf’s howl echoed from the distance.

 

“Okay, let’s see if I can help you to relax then,” Flora said.  She began to hum a medley that Alex had never heard before; and the sweet smell of the perfume he caught outside the window began to feel the air.  He instinctively breathed in a little deeper to catch more of the arousing scent with his nose.

 

“Is that your perfume?” he asked, noting his voice didn’t sound as panicky as it did just a second earlier.

 

“Um hmm,” Flora hummed, making it part of the tune she was humming just out of sight.  As she continued, Alex felt his muscles beginning to relax, all except for one of them.  He felt his erection, which had disappeared with the pain of the cut and rising panic, now grow hard again.

 

“You have a beautiful voice and delicious perfume,” he said, no longer feeling stressed over his current situation.  “Is the rest of you as lovely as what I’ve detected already?”

 

“I hope you will think so,” she said, her voice now seemed to be angelic, with a hint of sensuality to it.  “I’m very different from other women.  I don’t look like others and hide from sight until I know you will accept me.”

 

The perfume grew thick around him, his chest now growing large with the deep breaths he was taking. His eyes closed half way, feeling his body really relax.  Finally, his legs grew wobbly and Alex took a seat on the soft grass.

 

“This isn’t such a bad place,” he said aloud as he laid back.  “Will I get to see you soon, Flora?”

 

“I think you’re ready to see me now,” she replied from above Alex.  He could see the canopy of all the trees coming together above him from lying on his back; and out of the leaves descended a beautiful woman.  At least part of her was a beautiful woman.  From her hips up, Alex could see the womanly figure that he had always considered a perfect female frame.

 

As she came closer to the ground, he sat back up and looked at what she was standing in and was a little surprised to see she wasn’t standing in this pod shaped thing, but sitting on it, with her legs opened a little bit.  Alex stood and began to walk to where she had descended to; not feeling the least bit scared of this strange, but gorgeous, woman.  As he got closer to her, he began to notice that she wasn’t sitting on the pod.

 

He stopped and took a long look at the girl, trying to make sense of what his eyes were observing.  Her head looked as normal as you could possibly imagine.  Her golden hair was wavy and moved easily with the soft breeze that crossed the small opening in the woods.  Even the thin green vines and their tiny leaves moved with her hair.  Her hair helped to frame the beautiful, almost angelic, face, here eyes the brightest green you could imagine.

 

Her skin was not too pale, nor too bronzed; and her bare breasts showed no signs of tan lines.  Her large mounds were tipped with small nipples that stood out with either arousal or a chill in the air.  He could imagine suckling on those nipples and tasting her life giving essence.

 

Alex let his eyes flow past her boobs and down to the beautiful waist and hips.  He was soon looking at a pair of strong feminine legs that were slightly spread open.  Her legs ran along the rim of the pod that Flora had descended atop of.  The soles of her feet were pressed together, and bent down, giving the impression of a small indentation in the pods opening.

 

Now that he focused his eyes, he could see there was no seam between her legs and the pod.  He looked at her feet and noticed that they weren’t really feet after all, just where her ankles came together and thinned out on the rim.  He followed the beautiful legs back up to the thighs and his eyes came to rest on the juncture between them.  He could make out her sex, and there was a bit of fluid seeping out of the small opening and leaking into the pod that she was connected to.

 

“Please don’t be afraid,” she whispered, her voice sounding like a little girl begging her daddy not to spank her.  “I won’t hurt you.”

 

“I’m not afraid,” Alex responded, feeling the urge to hold and comfort her of her fear.  He stepped forward and around the pod and put his arms around her shoulders.  He got a look at a large vine that was attached to the base of upside down bell that made up her pod.  She quickly pulled away from his touch before he could get a good hold on her.

 

“That didn’t feel good,” she said, her voice slightly quivering.  “Your clothes are painful to my skin.  Please take it off.”

 

Alex was pulling his shirt off and kicking off his shoes before he even though about what he was doing.  He stopped as soon as his shirt was over his head and hanging on his arms.  She was affecting him somehow, he thought, and in a good way.  When she saw his bare chest, Flora’s legs spread a little wider and her sweet flowery smell grew stronger.  He let his shirt fall from his arms as they became more relaxed.

 

Flora’s arms reached out for Alex, her body facing his full on and he stepped all the way up to the edge of her pod and let her fingers caress his bare skin.  Standing this close to her, the opening of the pod was easy for him to look into.  He lowered his eyes and looked down to see that there was quite a bit of fluid inside.

 

Enough to reach my knees if I stood in there, Alex thought.  I wonder how it would feel.

 

Flora put her finger tips under Alex’s chin and lifted his gaze to her eyes.  She looked at him and smiled, bringing a wondrous feeling to Alex’s being.  She then pulled on his arm until his hand was lying in hers, the cut palm staring up at her as she looked at it.

 

“I can make this feel a lot better,” she said.  “My sap has a healing ability.”

 

“You’re sap?”

 

“Here, let me show you,” Flora said, pulling his hand closer to her.

 

Alex had to lean forward some as she pulled his hand toward her and down.  He was where she was pulling it to and felt a flutter of lust rise up.  Her legs opened wider and being some, causing the front of the bell to toward her and out to the sides just as finger tips touched the inside wall of the pod below her sex.  She quickly let go of his wrist and her legs went back to their curved position, the pod now standing wide open as Alex was thrust backward some.

 

“I’m sorry, Alex,” she said.  Your clothes were touching me and they hurt.”

 

Alex looked at his fingers; where just a little bit of her moisture had touched the tips.  He rubbed them together and then slid them across his sore and painful cut and instantly felt relief from the pain.  He then looked up at her, ignoring the fact that she knew his name without telling her.  He could see pain in her eyes and then understood what she meant by his clothes had hurt her.

 

“I’m sorry, Flora,” he said, instantly undoing the belt, buckle and zipper of his jeans.  They dropped to his ankles and he pushed his boxers down to rest with them in a pile atop his feet.  He pushed his socks off as he lifted his feet out of the bunched up pants legs and stood on the grass before Flora, as naked as the day he was born.  “Is this better?”

 

“Much better,” Flora replied, her voice suddenly taking on a husky tenor.  Her legs quivered just a little bit and the sweet smell of her perfume invaded Alex’s senses.  “Come to me Alex and let me make you feel better.”

 

His mind was awash with waves of lust as he stared at her.  Her arms were now reaching out for him as she hung there.  Alex didn’t feel he had the ability to deny Flora anything at this point and, without thinking, brought his wet fingertips to his mouth and began to suck on them.  Her flavor exploded on his tongue and Alex instantly knew he had to have more.

 

“My lips are just as sweet to kiss, but you will have to climb into my embrace.”

 

Alex stepped as close as he could to her, his extremely hard erection pressing against the smooth, almost slippery, surface of the rim.  He looked down into it, seeing that it was waist high and didn’t know how he was going to climb up and over it.  He felt sorrow at not being able to kiss those beautiful lips and a tear began to leak from the edge of his eye.

 

“Don’t cry, lover,” she whispered, her body sinking.  “I will help you.”

 

Alex watched her go lower, her pod spreading out on the ground until the lip was about knee height, the level of her fluids just touching under the curve of the lip to her bell.

 

“Now, step into me, and I will make you feel much better than you ever have before.”

 

Flora’s hands reached forward and began to caress his erection as Alex stepped over the lip of her pod and felt the liquid surround his lower legs.  As soon as he was close enough, she engulfed his cock with her mouth and took him all the way in.

 

The sudden, and unexpected, attack on his dick surprised Alex and his hands quickly went to her head.  The feel of her golden tresses with his fingers was silky and smoother than he had ever felt with any other woman before.  As her head bobbed back and forth, Flora’s hands slid up and down his legs, constantly bringing some of the liquid with them and coating them liberally with it.

 

When she had his entire legs and buttocks dripping with her sap, she brought a double hand full of the fluid and cupped his balls in it while thrusting her mouth as far forward as she could go.  The sudden feeling of the tingling liquid on his scrotum sent a myriad of feelings to race up Alex’s spine and into his brain.  A display of fireworks exploded behind his eyes as they shut tight and his member exploded deep into the back of Flora’s throat.

 

He felt his dick twitch with the last spurts of his seed into her mouth as she sucked and licked the last of it from his member.  He looked down at her as she stared up at him.  She then rose up from her position, her arms sliding up Alex’s back as she rose.  His cock was still raging hard and enjoyed the caress of her silky smooth skin, especially when it ran through the valley between her beautiful soft breasts.

 

When her face was even with his, Flora’s arms slid around his shoulders and pulled Alex into the most passionate and desperate kiss he had ever been in.  His arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her tight to himself.  The opening of her bell tightened around his hips and pulled him tighter, his hard-on pressed between their bodies.  Alex could feel her fluids flowing now from her sex, coating the underside of his shaft and dripping off his balls.

 

Flora had not lied to him earlier.  Her lips tongue and saliva was just as sweet as the nectar that she was leaking from below.  Alex could not get enough of it as his tongue probed deeper and her pod’s lips became more insistent to keep him close to her.  He wanted nothing more than to kiss her and never stop; but one of her hands slid between them and began to caress his raging lust.

 

“I want you inside me, Alex,” she purred, using her other hand to press on his chest and break the kiss.  “Please, Alex.  Let me have you inside me.  I need it.”

 

Her voice oozed sex.  Her eyes flared with hungry lust that would have scared Alex any other time; but under the influence of her pheromones, the constant stroking of his shaft, the gentle caress of his cock head by her nether lips, and her fluids that he had now ingested and craved, Alex could not deny her anything, even his own life, if she asked for it.

 

“I want to be inside you too,” he groaned with his own rising lust.

 

Flora rose a little higher until her breasts were level with Alex’s face.  He quickly took one nipple in his mouth and began to suckle like a child and her hand held his head there.  Her nectar seeped out and coated his tongue and throat while his other hand received more of the same treatment as it began to play with the other breast.  Her other hand continued to stroke his hard-on and positioned the tip of its head at the entrance to her tunnel.

 

“Tell me again, Alex,” she grunted, slipping the head of his cock around the entrance and coating it with her fluids.  “I must know you want this before I can embrace you.”

 

Alex felt the ring of her pods opening quiver with need to tighten around his hips and help him thrust into her.  His dick throbbed as she teased the head with her pussy’s wet lips, which seemed to pulse around it, as if they were kissing on the tip and suck him into her.  His body no longer wanted or needed Flora.  It demanded her to take him; but his mind quickly raced through something he heard recently.

 

Maradith had been talking about him when talking to the lead singer of D’Vnt Sound and to Floratine.  She knew that Alex was there and about to break in.  He was about to be trapped in the sexual embrace of a pitcher plant woman for at least a month, if not forever.  There would be no escape once she had him completely in her embrace.

 

“Please, Alex,” Flora whispered, her hot breath flowing across his ear as more of her nectar sprayed across his tongue from the nipple.  His brain began to fog up from the pleasure and he tried to fight through it.  “Surrender into me.  I’m so hungry and need you.”

 

Flora’s hand continued to slide up and down his cock, her honey now completely coating his erection.  It tingled with a feeling he never knew could exist and tried his best to ignore it as he fought through the growing demand of his body to give into Flora’s hungry need.  He pulled his hand offer her opposite breast and his mouth off her nipple; but Flora used her hand on the back of his head to move him to the other breast and it began to express more fluids deep into his mouth.

 

The flavor was the same; but his body felt weak against her grasp.  The sensations of her quivering legs to pull him deep inside her sex and her fingers stroking faster now befuddled his mind.  He was losing the grasp on why he was fighting the urge to just thrust as deep as he could.  He then felt the fluids inside her pod touch his balls, never noticing before as they level rose as she continued to drip more into the pod.

 

As it began to rise up and completely coat them with the viscous fluid, Alex lost all his thoughts of resisting Flora.  His mouth popped off her nipple and he looked up into her beautiful green eyes and surrendered to her will and hunger.

 

“I’m yours,” he whispered.

 

In an instant, Alex was embraced.  Flora’s upper body dropped as her bell’s opening closed tight around his hips.  His cock was buried into the tightest, but softest, pussy he had ever been in before.  Her arms embraced his body, one arm angled up his back with her hand on the back of his head, holding his lips to hers as she kissed him desperately.  His body twitched as his hips jerked in and out the tiniest of distances with the throbbing and milking motions of her inner walls.

 

As her sex sucked on him, Alex groaned into Flora’s mouth as his orgasm exploded like no other.  His mind now begged for even more of this euphoric pleasure as her body kept his dick rigid inside her soft massaging walls.  His thrust became less erratic and took on a much slower place, his hands sliding across her back, one to the lower portion and the other sliding under her golden silky tresses.

 

Alex’s eyes were closed with the waves of pleasure that continued to wash over his body.  He only remotely felt something slipping up over his bare skin from his hips.  His mind was dimly aware of something folding over his flesh, the inside silk smooth against his skin and warm to the touch.  He felt the heat rising around him as the smooth touch reached his upper back and against his arms on Flora’s back.

 

Alex didn’t open his eyes when the leaves from the outer edges of the pod rose up and closed around his and flora’s upper bodies.  He was only aware that he was pressed tightly to her body by the petals that had wrapped them close together.  He felt invigorated as the fluids from her bell rose up into the airtight sealed pod to surround his chest, causing his flesh to tingle.  He felt another orgasm release deep into her body and she moaned into his mouth, gripping him tighter to her.

 

Her mouth grew wider and began to cover his, and then cover his nose.  He was too far gone with the building of another orgasm and humped away, feeling the fluid now reach his chin.  Her tongue continued to play with his in the oddest sense of a deep kiss, while her mouth kept his mouth and nose covered.  He didn’t care whether she kept giving him the necessary oxygen she was providing or not, just as long as she continued to milk his cock and balls as her sex was doing.

 

Alex let another stream of cum shoot deep into her and noticed that his mouth was filling with fluid.  He swallowed her nectar again and again, feeling refreshed and ready for more fucking as her sex never stopped its massaging of his tool.  He pushed deep into her and lost track of how many times he came at this point.  Time seemed to have stopped in this tight enclosure of her pod and tight embrace.  All he knew was that he had more to give, and she wanted more…so much more.  And he wanted to give all of it to her.

 

 

 

Maradith walked into the clearing and smiled.  She saw the dark green shape hanging from the canopy, attached to the large fine at the bottom.  She admired the undulating bodies that were noticeable from the skin tight outer layer.  She could make out Alex standing between what looked like Flora’s wide spread legs.  They both moved in the dance of sexual pleasures and ever so often, both would hold still in the embrace and twitch with their orgasms.

 

A small bulge then formed at the base of the pod, where the vine was connected and ran the full length up into the canopy.  Maradith watched it, knowing that Alex wouldn’t miss those little pieces of his soul as much as he would miss Flora’s embrace, when she let him go.  Maradith reached up and caressed both bodies at the same time.  Her touch sent waves of great bliss through both sex partners and Alex’s form thrust deep into his succubus pitcher plant and gave up another part of his soul with another orgasm.

 

“You two have been having quite a bit of fun these past two weeks,” Maradith whispered, wrapping her arms around the pod and then her wings.  “Don’t forget flora, he’s not for keeps…this time.  I need him to help the girls.  I’ll be back for him in a couple more weeks.”

 

 

 

Three weeks later, Alex was richer than he had ever though he could possibly be.  Four magazines had snatched up his article on D’Vnt Sound, since he was the only reporter that had been allowed to interview the group since they hit the big time.

 

From that point forward, once a year, he was known to go on hiatus for nearly a month, completely unable to be reached.  Rumor had spread that Alex went to a small island he had bought in the southern Pacific; but no one knew that he spent that time with his new lover, Flora.

 

Twenty years later, Alex disappeared.  He left a note saying he was going on vacation, but this time he did not give a time when he expected to return.  When he walked out of his home, he didn’t know if he would be returning or not.  When he walked through the door and stepped into Flora’s embrace, he knew he didn’t want to leave her again.

 

“Keep me,” he whispered, as he broke their kiss and before she could close up around him once more.  “I never want to leave you again.”

 

“Kneel down, my pod mate, and let us taste one another,” she whispered, pushing on Alex’s shoulders with her gentle hands.

 

He took his place on his knees inside her body, her fluids up to his waist.  He looked up at her with utter devotion in his eyes as her hands touched his head and began to pull it toward her sex.  He quickly understood what she meant now by tasting each other and started licking and kissing at her opening.

 

The fluids flowed steadily from her sex as he stimulated her with his tongue and fingers.  Flora moaned with the pleasure and leaned forward at her waist.  Her torso covered the top of the opening of the pod and Alex was thrust into a dark green enclosure that smelled of the greatest pleasure he had been enjoying since meeting Flora.

 

He continued to lick his lovers flower, loving the taste of her nectar as it coated his tongue, lips and face.  His face pressed harder into it, trying to probe as deep into her as he could, and feeling her opening accommodate him by opening up even more.  The chamber began to fill with Flora’s grunting moans as her body quivered with pleasure.  The deeper his head pushed, the more she came.

 

The bell of her pod began to contract, tightening around Alex and pushing him up as his head sank fully into her sex.  Flora’s arms reached around the sides of his chest and caressed as far down as they could go, reaching the head of his raging hard-on.  She began to caress it, urging it to ejaculate as her pod pushed Alex further into her opening.

 

His mind became a whirlwind of lust and he lost all thought of the outside world.  His body was close to an orgasm like no other that Flora had given him before.  She kept bringing him close to the edge and holding him at it until the need to come abated; then she would start up again, drawing him closer to the edge that now seemed to be even father than it had been before.

 

His shoulders were pressing into the side walls of her pod, his head and neck buried deep into her sex.  The inner walls pulsed with each orgasm that he gave her and he could feel her fluids flowing past his face like a small brook.  He lapped at the sweet fluids, wanting more and more, never wanting to taste anything else because nothing would ever be as good as this.  He felt his shoulders slip into the opening and his body was moved around by the muscles of the inner walls.

 

Alex now lay on his back inside Flora’s sex, her nectar flowing all around him.  His rigid staff was sticking straight up inside her bell.  She pulled on it as her bell shrank and constricted around his body, bringing his legs up closer to her torso, still sealing the pod.  Her mouth latched onto his head and she began to suck with a hunger like no other.

 

Alex lost his mind to the rapturous blow job and exploded into her mouth, his body jerking back and forth inside the throbbing and clenching pussy that held his body.  He grew weak with the orgasm and felt his body go limp as Flora continued to suck on his dick while her pussy sucked on his torso.

 

He was nearly unconscious from the bliss when she let his cock go.  She let out a continuous moan as her pussy now sucked hard on his relaxed body and pulled Alex inside further.  He felt his life slipping away as the plant portion of his lover took him more and more, finally closing around his feet.

 

 

 

Maradith watched as the bulge, in the shape of a man with a large erection, was pulled slowly up the long vine and far above the canopy.  She stood and waited a bit longer until Flora’s torso rose up from her position covering the bell of the pitcher.  She could see tears running from the woman’s eyes, the look on her face showing signs of great excited pleasure and deep despair.

 

“Do not cry, dear Flora,” Maradith said, walking over and caressing the girl’s cheek.

 

“I couldn’t stop,” she whispered.  “He felt so good, and tasted so delicious.  I wanted him more than anything and he gave himself to me so willingly.”

 

“Just as it should always be,” Maradith cooed.

 

“But now I won’t have a regular,” Flora said with a sniffle.  “None of the others have come back like he did.”

 

“Don’t worry, you will get plenty more,” Maradith replied.  “There are always more like Alex.  Besides, he will be with you again soon.  He’s only going to become a little better at giving pleasure as you have learned.”

 

Maradith kissed Flora full on the lips and left the room, headed for the plant nursery to check on the newest addition.  She figured Alex would make a beautiful rose bush with the most delicious vines and delectable scent to entice the ladies for a very close kiss.  And if they so desired pain, his thorns would give them just enough to raise the level of their pleasure.

 

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