Stranded

"Open the teleporter array, PAL." You give the command a second time. No answer. Damn. Looks like you're stuck here. You suppose it could be worse. You can have been on an outing on

an airless asteroid, or a planet made entirely of molten piss, then you'd really be shit out of luck. Instead, you're marooned on this little jungle planet. At least you won't have any

trouble finding food.

 

You think to yourself, "Maybe my ship's out of range, maybe I should try moving somewhere else." So you pick a direction and start walking. As you walk, you continue to try to contact your

ship and its irritatingly obstinate AI. After several hours of walking, you see what looks like chopped wood through the thick foliage. As you move closer, you can see that not only is there

wood, but in fact there is a small cabin. From the look of it, it's been abandoned for a while, as it is covered in thick vines and you can't see any lights. You elect to try your luck and

see what's inside. Perhaps there's food and water, or a better radio or something.

 

As you walk through the door, a strange scent greets your nose. It's humid, but you are in the jungle, so that's not particularly odd, but there's a strong smell of plant, sweet and sticky

on the air. It wouldn't seem all that odd to you, given your location, other than the fact that the smell wasn't present outside.

 

The house isn't as ramshackle as the outside would have you think. It appears as if someone was living here quite recently. Or, as the sudden creaking of floorboards suggests, still is.

Panic overtakes you as you turn to leave, only to see a quick flash of green as something tackles you to the floor. Pinned, under the weight of some humanoid body, you look to see the face

of your captor. It's a female Floran, with a manic glint in her eye, moisture running down the side of her green, waxy face.

 

"What are you doing in my cottage, little delicious morsal?" purrs the plant woman. You try to stammer out your predicament, but she doesn't actually seem to be all that interested in your

reasons. The look on her face appears positively predatory. She looks you up and down, your body tense as it tries to struggle free of her grasp. "You seem to be quite strong," she croons,

"All that muscle looks... enticing." She licks her lips.

 

During all of this excitement, the adrenaline and testosterone coarsing through your system have had a rather... interesting side effect. Blood rushes to your groin, and you feel your member

begin to stiffen. Feeling the pressure of it on her own crotch, she sits up, taking her hands off of your arms, straddling your hips. "Oh" she says in a silky, husky voice, "It seems you're

not interested in my plans, you seem to have plans of your own!" She runs a finger down your chest, feeling the curve of your muscles. "I am all by myself out here, and these fingers get a

bit.... boring. If you can satisfy a different kind of hunger of mine, you won't become my dinner."

 

Without hesitation, she rips her leaf loincloth off, exposing her pretty little flower. She leaps up and straddles your face, shoving her pussy onto your mouth. The scent is overwhelmingly

delicious: earthy, like a plant, with juices tasting of sweet honey running down your face. Seems it didn't take her long to get excited. You lap at the source of her decadent nectar,

giving her pussy several long licks, slowing down at her clit to tease her for longer. She gives a growl and grabs your hair, shoving your head hard between her legs, saying "I don't want any of that wimpy, 'sensitive woman'

garbage, I want you to see how much honey I can give you. Get rough, I won't have it any other way!" With an apologetic glance at her, you dig in to her pussy like a bee going for nectar.

You suckle on her clit, giving it a rough going-over with your tongue, and she rewards you with another gush of sweet liquid and a surprisingly girlish squeal. "That's more like it!"

 

You forgot all about your situation, you devote your entire being to extracting as much candied fluid from her as possible. As she pulls your head even harder into her and squeezes her thighs

together, you know you're doing a good job. Her moans get progressively higher in pitch, until finally she screams, her legs contracting and her vagina spasming on top of your lips.

A virtual torrent of sweet, honeyed girlcum washes over your face, and you try to lap up as much as possible. It occurs to your sex-addled mind that there just might be some sort of drug

in her cum.

 

Far from satisfied with her first orgasm, in a flurry she rips off your clothes. She straddles your hips, planting her cunt squarely on top of your throbbing cock. She begins to hump you,

rubbing her lower lips up and down the length of your dick, coating it in her essence. Already rock hard, your dick hardens more than you ever thought possible, urged on by her

aphrodisiatic cum. She moves her entrance up to your head, wedging it just barely in her, before impaling herself on your engorged pole in one quick motion. The sex-starved plant gasps

as a slight bulge appears in her abdomen. "Quite the sausage you've got there, stud. It just may prevent you from becoming my bacon." She begins to ride your dick in a frenzy, drawing herself

all the way to the top of your cock before slamming back down so hard it almost knocks the wind out of you every time. Apparently, living in the wilderness for too long made her a sexual tiger.

 

You feel pressure building in your balls as you near your orgasm. Somehow, she can tell this, and reaches behind her while riding you, grabbing your balls in her slender but powerful fingers.

"Oh no, you don't get to release until I do." She maintains a tight hold on your balls as she increases the pace at which she rides you, panting like a bitch in heat. You can feel your

cum boiling up in your balls, and you swear you can feel them swell. You begin to bring your hips up to meet her on the way down, your groins slapping each other in the air.

Her pants turn to squeals as she begins to cum, her cunt squeezing your aching cock. She loosens her hold on your balls,and the pressure explodes out of you. You're sure this is the most

you've ever cum in your life. The pearly seed shoots into her hungry womb, bloating it ever so slightly, as the excess shoots

out the way it came, coating the both of you in each other's cum.

 

As she finally stops gasping for air, she sits up, still impaled on your cock, before touching the place where your bodies are joined with a slim finger, swirling it around in the fluids,

and bringing it to her mouth. She tastes the fruit of your lovemaking and says "Mmm, we made some tasty juice," before collapsing on top of you. Closing her eyes, she says "I've changed my mind.

I'm not letting you leave. I can't let something this good just walk out. You will live here with me, and I get to have you whenever I want you. How does that sound?"

 

"...g-great.." you manage to mumble through the exhaustion and the drug of her cum. You drift off to a deep sleep, dreaming of your new life to come.