If it was possible, the plant seemed to relish Lucille's orgasmic twitching and squeals, doing its best to keep making her thrash in pleasure. The vine-bundles in her hands shivered as Lucille began pumping them as if they were cocks. The vines coiled around Lucille's breasts and the flowers latched onto them never ceased their rhythmic squeezing, sucking, and pulling. In fact, as time went on, Lucille could feel them working over her breasts harder still. And yet, Lucille could sense a subtle change, and she would know; the beginning of the end had started.
The sweet, squishy, extra-long villi in her mouth began to thrust in and out, pushing deeper into her throat each time, yet apparently because she was a virtual construct, no gag reflex was triggered and Tessa never experienced the sensation of choking; only that of the slimy tendril working its way down her throat.
Down below, vines wrapped around Lucille's ankles kept her legs pulled apart, not even letting her try to squeeze her thighs around the invasion of her precious places. Two more vines worked their way into her rear, stretching her asshole still further as four vines were now violating Lucille's pussy while three violated her ass. As she began to thrust back to them, submitting herself entirely to the plant, all the vines stopped making so much squirming motions and began to thrust. Not all at once, no, the vines did not join to make a pseudo-phallus to fuck her with. Each vine thrusted completely independantly, not even in time with each other. As one plunged into her, another was right behind it while two more were on their way out. There wasn't even a single sensation of out and in, as there would have been with any more conventional sex. No, this was one single, continuous, unbroken sensation of fucking. Together, seven vines claimed the deepest of Lucille's holes, forcing her to approach her climax.
And despite how little sense it would have made had Lucille been capable of anything approaching rational thought at this point, the plant itself seemed to be driving towards its own climax. The vines ravaged her holes faster, harder with each passing minute, until it was impossible to distinguish any single sensation from another. They dug deeper and deeper into her; all the vines in her pussy had entered her womb by now, and the ones in her ass were reaching ever higher inside her. This kept going until finally, Lucille felt the entire plant shake! Moments later, she felt her two intimate holes being forced open even further as something new and large--or rather several new and large somethings--suddenly tried to push their way in. Lucille's orifices resisted for only a moment, before the pressure overcame her, and what felt like several balls slid into Lucille's channels. Yet, if she was having any coherant thoughts at all by this point, it wasn't hard to realize that it wasn't balls--the vines themselves had suddenly expanded, something inside the vines was pushing towards the tips. A mere moment later, all of Lucille's insides were blasted with multiple loads of syrupy plant-nectar!
And then it was over. All the rough, contant overstimulation of Lucille's entire body died down, giving way to a soft, gentler after-care caressing. Her limbs were released, letting her go limp, as any part of the plant that was inside her slowly began to withdraw. With the grace of a lover, Lucille was lifted off the throne of villi and gently deposited on the grass near the pod, as the vines began to retreat and the giant main flowerbud closed up, green leaves folding over it. And while Lucille was still recovering, the Vinepod began to vanish the same way the orc did; it began to dissolve into pixels, which floated away into the air, leaving no trace except the mess that was all over (but mostly inside) Lucille's body.
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