Chapter 84: Third and final miracle

Like last night, Simon was wrapped tight in a cocoon of vines. Except this time he was completely consumed.  But that was merely the beginning, he had expected to be taken somewhere secluded and made to forget about everything while getting his mind sucked out through his dick.

Instead, he was trapped inside with Miss Flora, and then... What?

What was supposed to happen now?

He locked eyes with the dryad who was looking down at him with a level of hunger that made Amy look chaste. It made him subconsciously gulp, the tight space inside was dark but he could see quite well in little light and the feral glaze in her eyes was a sight to behold.

And his confusion about what was going to happen next only deepened as the vines started groping the belt on his pants. The extremely tight space left in the wake of his current prison made him unable to do much other than stare at Miss Flora while whatever was happening below.

Soon his pants were off, but the vines did not stop there, they started wrapping around his freely hanging penis.

He tried asking Flora.

"What is happening?..."

All he got in exchange was a very maternal smile which was very at odds with her predatory eyes. Her hands one of which was still laying on top of her started slowly stroking him back and forth. It was a soothing gesture that felt somehow very ominous of things to come.

He did not have to wait for long because he felt his pecker getting stimulated by the vines. As it started to harden he felt being guided into something.

It was soft, wet, and fleshy similar to a mouth but different in many others. First, there were no hard-solid sensations at all, everything was squishy. Next, it felt like his pecker was put into something that was being stretched the deeper he went, similar to a throat but started from the very beginning of the fleshy tunnel.

Then there was small wriggling, this sensation was wholly unique, it was like the entire surface of whatever his appendage was being put into having a layer of tiny tongues. Added to how tight it was Simon was approaching his peak and quick.

The whole situation was odd, the most of which was the fact that he could still directly see Miss Flora's mouth and it was nowhere near his dick. But he was currently past the point of caring because whatever was going on down under was amazing and her soothing caresses added to this effect.

His head was gently pushed back between her substantial valleys and he let it happen. Then he felt repeated soft touches on his head followed by the sound of kisses. The motions of both her turned even more gentle.

With him no longer holding her gaze it was very easy to forget how feral she looked and get lost in the comfort of it all.

He forgot that his dick was still being stimulated at a level unmatched by any that had come before by a couple of orders of magnitude. Instead, he let quiet warmth wash over him letting himself sink deeper and deeper.

Something Simon noticed at the edges of his teetering consciousness was this sweet smell that added just that extra bit of drowsiness.

Before he even realized it, he was fast asleep in her arms completely devoid of all his thoughts and worries.

Flora, on the other hand, was in a trance of her own doing exactly what she had been afraid to do just the other day. A trapped prey who will either spend his last breath in this pleasant space while she slowly and kindly sucked the life out of the happy victim or she would be dominated and become a tamed monster girl. Otherwise, this cocoon of vines would stay closed.

Simon was having his first coital experience and he would not even be awake for it. Lost in the land of dreams as he was milked by an ancient and powerful dryad.

It was less than a minute after his slumber he let out his first release. The dryad using her primary orifice for essence consumption felt the richness and deliciousness of his eruption at twice the taste.

She was so busy drinking in his flavor that she did not at all notice the black binds that tried to find purchase on her wrist, ankles, and neck but failed miserably to break through her godlike natural resistances. What those bands did do, however, was turn into this sparkling dust of magical energy and left the material plane into the ethereal one where their souls lay. With the last of its dissipating power, it created a small tether between his and hers.

Using this tiny tether, Flora's core rushed out of her body. The enormity of her magical power should have alerted anyone and everyone in the Planar University but through the magical trickery of a very powerful being nothing was amiss. Then this core settled into a small pocket in Simon's soul, there seemed to be seven of these small pockets. Only two of them were filled with a magical presence each.

This miracle of creation ended faster than a blink and with the same expediency brought Flora out of her trance.

The first thing she said as her frontal cortex took stock of the feeding chamber she created was.

"It worked?..."

And immediately a voice entered her head.

"Yes! It did! But we may have a slight problem..."