Jade Bleu
Paranormal-Vine Play / Breeding-Unprotected Creampie / Rough Penetration / Double penetration /Anal/ Vine bondage / Spanking-punishment
My hot neighbor used his seed to fertilize my garden—and it
fertilized me back! I’d only grown the pumpkin patch to impress Robert, the
sexy guy next door, but I had no idea that he was planning something in return
that I’d never forget. When harvest time came, so did I—after the vines held me
in place and spanked me for my ulterior motives while Robert and my garden took
turns filling me with fertile seed so I would bear fruit in the coming season.
An erotic short tale
of paranormal bondage, vine play, and fertile fun featuring characters 18 years
and older.
Excerpt:
My wrists were captured by more of the narrow, but strong
stems, snaking up my arms and pulling them apart. Other vines slid high up my
thighs, the hairy leaves and thin tendrils grasping, groping, and prodding up
toward my pussy. They vanished beneath my panties, and some of the larger vines
joined in, tugging them hard.
“Robert!” I cried out again.
With a rip, the flimsy lace of my underwear gave way, and my
bare pussy was exposed. Vines were moving higher, surrounding my waist, shoving
up under my gown in search of my breasts. Stems surrounded the mounds and
squeezed, lengthening them, hardening my nipples.
I was turned around and bent over, my arms roughly tugged
down until I was lying over Big Daddy, my breasts pressed against the top. My
bare ass was pointed up, and the obscene, wide stem poked out through the back
of my legs.
“Help me!” I cried out, but I heard Robert then, moving
through the pumpkin patch. The vines slid aside to let him pass, and he stood
in front of me, putting a finger to his lips.
“Don’t scream,” he said. “Plants are highly susceptible to
human emotion. Your garden is only responding to what you want, Mara. What I
know you’ve wanted all along.”
I swallowed hard. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You’re not being honest.” His bare cock, which was sticking
straight out, jerked near my face. “Punish her for lying.”
The vines whipped out, slapping my tender ass with hard,
stinging strokes. I yelped in pain, tears coming while I tried to jerk away
from the hold the pumpkin patch had on me. More vines joined in, holding me
tight.
“What is it you want?” he asked.
“Nothing!” I cried out.
“More,” he said.
I was whipped again, hairy leaves and narrow vines lashing
out, leaving trails of fire across my ass, and I was sobbing and yanking my
arms hard. Meanwhile, Robert stood in my eyeline, rubbing his stiff shaft in
his fist.
“Tell me the truth.” He stroked that hard cock, and I couldn’t
help it. I licked my lips.
“I want you,” I said. “I’ve been hoping you’d fuck me.”
“I know.” Plant vines now rubbed my sort, burning ass,
leaves stroking me tenderly to soothe the burn. “You’ve been wanting me in your
pants since the day I gave you these seedlings.”
“How is this happening?” I said, glancing around in shock. “Plants
don’t come to life.”
“Plants are already alive.” He stepped closer, letting a
leafy-headed vine nuzzle against his palm. Others slid over his taut belly and
caressed his shaft and balls. “More alive than you’ve ever imagined.”
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