The vines shifted again, and the steady thrum of the vine in my pussy caused my back to arch. If she wanted to give me another vine based climax, I wasn't going to fight her, I pushed my hips in rhythm with the plant. Then I felt another vine, slick with fluids, pressing into my ass. "Wait! I'm not! Aaaagh!"

Much like the first, this one shapeshifted to enter me, making itself smaller before expanding once inside. Unlike the first, or what the internet would have you believe, the violation of my posterior fucking hurt. I dug my fingers into the vines keeping me suspended Panacea's plant-creations pumped themselves in a steady, deliberate rhythm.

Panacea smiled at me. "A little pain only makes the pleasure that much more enjoyable, no?" To emphasize her point, she pinched and twisted one of her nipples.

"A little pain?!" I gasped as deeper thrust took my breath away. "When I... uh... get down... I'm going to show you what pain is!"

"Promises, promises." Panacea kept slowly playing with herself while using her vines to double team me by proxy. Much as I hated to admit it, I was getting into the pain, being stretched out from the inside was equal parts ecstasy and agony, but pleasure was mounting faster than pain. "Besides, if you think this is bad, I can't imagine how you'll react to the pregnancy."

What. "Pregnancy!?" I struggled, and would have said more but another pulse from the plants pushed me close to orgasm, only to stop before I went over the edge.

"Oh, absolutely, I made them perfectly able to knock you up," Panacea started fingering herself harder, "Right now, you can choose between something I put together myself, with no real father, or one of the tentacles is loaded with my DNA, so if you want I can get you pregnant with my baby. But only if you ask nicely. I bet you'll look cute with a new costume designed to show off your bump."

I felt the tendrils pulse and shift inside me; they'd slowed to a near stop, waiting for my decision. I hesitated, shifting my hips to try to get more pleasure. I hesitated too long for Panacea's liking, and she continued. "If you're not interested, I'll just take them out, and you're free to leave." The vines started to withdraw, and the ones holding me up began to slacken.

"No!" Wondering at how kinky I turned out to be, I made my decision. "Get me pregnant with your baby!" It was crazy and I knew it, but I said it nonetheless. The tendril in my pussy slipped out, leaving me stretched and gaping for Panacea to watch while the other started thrusting deeper into my ass. A different vine dropped down, then pushed its way inside me.

Panacea was fingering herself harder now, her tits jiggling while she worked herself toward her own orgasm. I beat her there, moaning as I clenched down on the intruders inside me. Instead of closing my eyes and giving myself to the bliss, I watched Panacea's face as her climax began. In the same moment, both vines started gushing fluids into me, far more than any human being could. In fact, I doubted humans had enough blood to account for the amount of goo flooding my womb and intestines.

"Just a small glimpse of how you'll look. I think it suits you."

I looked at my stomach, which stomach had swelled outward enough that I couldn't see my pussy anymore. I shifted my hips, grinding against the vines inside me. "It... it kinda does..."

Some undetected signal from Panacea had them slide out, and with my holes unplugged an impossible amount of white fluid spilled out onto the ground. I shuddered in pleasure, an aftershock of prior climaxes which led to its own mini orgasm. The vines lowered me down into the pool of fluids. I looked down, astonished by how much managed to fit inside. There were literal gallons of the stuff.

"Now you can taste me," Panacea said. "Crawl."

I couldn't have walked if I tried. It was struggle enough to pull myself out of the sticky pool, and with each movement of my legs my pussy and ass throbbed from the ordeal they just went through. The look in Panacea's eyes suggested she thought my slinking movement was out of an attempt to look sexy, rather than soreness.

I did make it to the edge of her seat, where I started by kissing her legs. They were smoother than even a fresh shave allowed for. Panacea waxes? On second thought, I decided she probably had some kind of weird plant juice that ate body hair. Lucky bitch.

Her legs spread open for me. "Mmm, that's a good girl."

Despite the soreness, I tingled at the compliment. Taking more initiative, I bit her legs on my way up. Beneath her soft looking curves, she had the firm muscles of someone who kept in shape. She also used a skin lotion that tasted like raspberries. I got midway up her thigh before moving to the other leg and starting to bite my way back down.

Fingers dug into my hair. "Don't you fucking dare." With a firm grip, she pulled me back up.

Oh, so it's okay for you to tease, but when I do it, then it's wrong. I smiled up at her before moving forward forward. Her look radiated lust and anticipation. I suppose I got a couple insane orgasms so far, and a few small ones, but she only had one relatively small one. She has a right to be impatient.

I had heard of pussies being described as 'juicy' before, but never gave it much thought before; mine wasn't, and I wasn't interested in the female set of sex organs to begin with. Panacea, however, could only be described as such. The lips were swollen, and partially opened so that if I wanted, I could have looked inside her. She was so wet with arousal that it looked like she just got out of the bath.

I took a breath, inhaling her scent which was milder and sweeter than my own, then I moved forward to allow my mouth to meet her lips. Hesitant, I slid my tongue out, just to test the proverbial waters. Panacea gasped, then pushed her hips forward, pushing herself against me and causing my tongue to slip inside her.

I lapped at her, slipping my tongue as deep inside as I could. She mewled for me. The taste was, well, it wasn't bad, but I wasn't about to start singing the praises of vagina any time soon. The idea that I was bringing her such pleasure, on the other hand, was a thrill that shook me to the core. As powerful as she is, I can still make her moan for me. It made me feel strong.

With newfound confidence, I went from hesitant exploration to a plan. My hands slid up her sides, then over her stomach and finally to her breasts. Larger and softer than mine by a wide margin, they filled my hands with room to spare. I brushed fingers over her rock hard nipples, before pinching them. She enjoyed pain, so I kept squeezing, waiting for the moment when the pain was too much for her.

I moved my mouth up to work on her clit; I wasn't an expert, but I knew how the equipment worked. I sucked her nub between my lips, then used my tongue to rub it in a slow, circular motion while I kept testing the limits of what her nipples could tolerate. Panacea had a masochistic streak in her. I tugged and twisted, and every motion drew another beautiful, inarticulate gasp from her throat.

"Oh god, Taylor! I'm cumming!" Her legs wrapped around my head, leverage she used to thrust her hips into my face. Both hands gripping my hair, she fucked my mouth as she came. So much juice flooded from her that I had to swallow or risk choking. Eventually her muscles relaxed, her having spent herself in my mouth, and she lost her grip on me.

"Tha... wow... I need to..." she gasped. "You're amazing. Kiss me." Her hand caressed my now wet cheek.

I crawled up her body, dragging my nipples across my skin. Her brown eyes met mine, and then our lips met. Unlike the sex before, the kiss was soft and gentle. As appreciative, and sore, as I was from earlier, I knew this moment was the one I'd remember as my favorite.

Panacea smiled up at me. "That was really nice."

I smiled back. "Yeah." Mistress of eloquence, I was not.

"But there's one more thing you have to do before I let you go." I was going to point out that she had already let me go, but she interrupted me with another kiss. Her hands traced their way down my back as she brought her legs up to wrap around my hips. A tingle started in my clit, then it started to expand until the tip slid into Panacea's pussy. "I need you to fuck me."

I moved up so that I could look at the newly crafted penis she just gave me, and in the process sank half of its eight inches into her tight pussy. We moaned in unison. Panacea pulled me into her with her legs, and I found myself buried completely. God, if this is what it feels like for guys, no wonder they can't keep it in their pants.

Feeling a little silly, I withdrew and thrust back up inside her. Shivers ran from my new cock through my pussy and then all the way up to the base of my neck. It wasn't quite as intense as my double-fuck from before, but it was still amazing. Panacea looked up at me with her big brown eyes while we worked out a slow, steady rhythm with each other.

Then I got an idea.

I slid back, withdrawing from her tight pussy, and then pushing her legs up against her chest. I reached down to grab my impressive looking tool, while Panacea just watched in confusion. "Skitter? What are you-?"

I answered her question pushing the shaft down until the head pressed against her ass.

Her eyes widened. "Don't you fucking dare!"

I smirked. "Make me stop." She could, with nothing more than a thought, but her only struggle was to push against my shoulders with her hands. Eventually, the muscles gave way to the slowly increasing pressure I was putting against her ass, and I sank in half way.

"Ohgod!" Her fingernails dug into my shoulders hard enough that I was certain she drew blood, but she still didn't make me stop. I thrust harder, burying the rest of my shaft inside her tight ass. I withdrew, watching the blend of lust, pleasure and pain on her beautiful face. I waited until only the tip remained inside, then slammed hard up into her. She screamed something inarticulate, then grabbed my hair and pulled me into another kiss.

Her mouth was as forceful as I had been with my cock, sucking on my tongue, then biting my bottom lip, then trying to stick her tongue down my throat. She moaned and screamed into my mouth as I pounded her as hard as I could without breaking the kiss. My own sore behind reminded me that this was no less than what she did to me only a little while ago. Hell, some fluid from that was still leaking out of both my holes thanks to the work my legs were doing.

I felt her clench down on my cock, biting my lip hard as another climax overtook her body. The sensation of her already tight body getting even tighter set me off, and I came while buried inside her. Exhasted, I withdrew from inside her, and collapsed beside her on the botanical lounge chair which was rapidly reshaping itself into a bed.

She looked over at me and smiled. "I love you so much, Taylor."

"I love you too, Amelia." I kissed the freckles on her shoulder, just because it felt like something to do in the afterglow. "That was wild. But we went a little off script there, didn't we?"

"Mmm, yeah," she sighed. Sensations ran through my body as the pain and minor injuries she's inflicted were returned to perfect condition. I considered asking her to repair my virginity, so she could take it again. That was always one of her favorites. "The Skitter costume surprised me. When'd you make that?"

"Oh, I just had a bout of nostalgia for the bad ol' days. Then I decided to throw it away. Then I thought it could be used for some fun, first."

She laughed, then gave me a peck on the nose. "Well, you have to throw it away now. And if you keep making them, I'll keep ripping them off." She slapped my ass, then squeezed. "This belongs to me. Now and forever."

I nuzzled into her hair. "Yeah. I, uh, didn't hurt you, did I?" We liked it rough, but where I could trust her to fix any damage that happened to me, she had to deal with any pain the normal way.

One of her fingers slid between butt cheeks, then penetrated my well lubricated ass. "Well, I'm a little sore. You'll just have to kiss it and make it better."

I slapped her stomach, not bothering to remove my face from her hair. "You are such a pervert."

"Pots, kettles, and arguments over colors," Amelia said even as she worked another finger inside. I was starting to get a little worked up by her attentions. "Like the way you go off when I so much as hint at getting you pregnant." I tensed in pleasure, and in the process squeezed her fingers. "Damn, Taylor. But thank you for proving my point."

I lifted myself up to look at her. "Do you think, some day, we'll get a chance to have a child of our own?"

The hand not currently fingering me moved up to cup my face. "Of course we will, some day."

"Good." I leaned in, giving her a soft kiss before breaking off. "Now roll over. I believe I owe you some kisses."

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A/N— Repression is a helluva drug.

Tattletale-oneesan

(Автор: Sol Mark-1)

Lisa: Taylor have you finished putting the dress I gave to you.

Taylor: Yes Lisa I really love it, thank you for giving me this dress.

L: It was nothing, I saw you how you admired the dress.

T: You always know what people like, mmm.. is the offer of hanging out still avaliable even if..

L: Of course Taylor, I don't find your hobby disgusting, I find it cute, any place in particular.

Taylor began to blush.

T: Any place you like is fine Lisa.

Before they went outside Taylor kissed Lisa.

* * *

They began to visit several shops, then they decided to eat in a cafe.

T: How did you know this place existed Lisa.

L: An aquantiance, told me of this place, she is a friendly person, you would became her friend easily, she would find you cute.

Meanwhile somewhere else Sabah sneezes.

T: Really Lisa, I would like to meet her.

L: Maybe after we finish eating we may visit her.

Sadly when Lisa finished talking a young man began to walk to their table, Taylor and Lisa easily recognised him as the same man that has asked both of them for a date several times all those times both of them gently rejected him, but he got more pushy,

Man: Hello, what a surprise, it is good to see both of you, I did not knew both of you know each other.

L: Hello, we also didn't expected to find you here.

T: Hi.

M: You shouldn't be so cold with people that are nice to you.