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Boy and the Flower

Sylvari X Human

 

After a caravan of humans was raided by centaurs only a few human children survived the barbaric event.  They were discovered yesterday on the side of a road and after much deliberation it was decided to take these orphans in and care for them until they could be returned to their own kind.  Being Sylvari we are not familiar with how to care for humans.  Out of the many types of nectar we offered to the survivors none of them seemed to agree with the children for example.  Now held deep in our warm oxygen rich regeneration pods they are recovering both physically and mentally.  They are comfortable and spacious pods which are designed to aid in the regeneration of bodily functions.  As a young female Sylvari I was one of those chosen to tend to the survivor’s needs as it was agreed upon that I would be the least intimidating to humans.  As I made my rounds I peeled back the pink and red petal entrance to one of the regeneration pods.  There lying on his back was one of the human children breathing softly and in a deep slumber.

 

His clothing had been removed to aid in the functioning of the recovery pod.  Because of this the scrapes and bruises from his recent turmoil could be seen clearly all around his body.  I proceeded to tip-toe in to examine the admittedly cute human boy.  I decided to gently apply a soothing salve to his scrapes and wounds.  I then slowly lifted his head and poured some water from a cup shaped leaf down his throat.  He was still in a deep sleep even after this, possibly because of the highly relaxing nature of the pod they were in.  In the soft pink light filtering through the entrance of the pod I noticed something I had never seen before.  It appeared that his stamen had somehow activated.  I lowered his head back down and out of curiosity brought my face an inch away from the twitching protuberance.  I breathed on it gently and to my surprise it seemed to react.  Then something clicked in my head.  I remember being told that Sylvari females were specially equipped to relieve such problems.  I took a quick glance in the direction of my hidden lower flower and took a deep breath.

 

I took a step back from the boy and sat down with my legs folded underneath me.  I willed my skirt-like leaves to curl up around me which now looked like a green cylindrical belt around my waist.  I then scooted my knees apart and quickly examined my lower flower.  From the outside the appearance was that of two parting flower petals between my thighs.  The petals were a gradient of light green slowly changing into pink as you reached the center.  Unlike any part of her, they had a silky texture only a plant could produce.  In between those petals a single clear drop of liquid could be seen welling up.  Beyond that I didn’t really know much about my lower flower, only that it could be used on a stamen to ease tensions or pain.  I got the sense that my lower flower had a mind of its own or perhaps it knew what was going on as more beads of the clear liquid were forming around my crease.

 

Recalling from her formation in the pale tree bits of knowledge murkily shared by her entire race she moved her mouth in a chewing motion.  A slick pleasant smelling liquid gathered in her mouth and she bent over to bring her mouth inches above the little twitching stamen.  She opened her mouth all the way and brought it down over  the stamen, not yet making any contact.  She then brought her lips together at the base and pulled her head back up.  The liquid from her mouth clung to every inch of the stamen now glistening in the open air.  Instantly the liquid seemed to have an effect.  The stamen was now twitching more frequently and violently and it seems to have grown to full size.  It now stood straight up at a right angle to the boy lying on his back.  Although still asleep his hips began to give small involuntary thrusts into the air.  With this I squatted over him and positioned my lower flower over his waist.  I lowered down ever so slowly, not knowing entirely what I was doing or what was going to happen.  I stopped with my lower flower just a hair’s length away from his stamen.  I began to draw upon my vast knowledge to make sure I was doing everything properly, if this was even the best way to treat the boy before I commit.  Just then while deep in thought the boy gave another involuntary thrust.  This time it was not air that met him but the entrance to her warm lower flower.  The head had slipped in for just a brief moment which caused a gasp at the unexpected intrusion.

 

To my surprise, the next moment the involuntary thrusting continued each accompanied by a cute wet squishing sound.  The second thrust a little deeper, the third a little faster, the fourth thrust coming immediately after the last.  This increased at an exponential rate until after just five seconds from first contact the boy was thrusting in and out like an out of control piston.  His waist was arched up to meet my flower which had not moved down yet at all.  I looked at his face and to my surprise he still appeared to be slumbering.  The Sylvari was amazed at the power her lower flower apparently held.  How good must it feel to cause such a reaction?  I had not moved at all since crouching over the boy and to my surprise I found that I had become quite rigid.  I could not move my legs at all and I began to get worried.  In panic, with all my remaining movement ability I managed to make myself fall over away from the boy by swinging my upper body to one side.  This left the boy thrusting fruitlessly in the air pathetically.  I lay there on the ground, unable to get up and with my legs frozen in the air, my lower flower prominently displayed.  My lower half still retained the same shape that it had when I was crouching down over the boy.  Bending my neck sideways to get a look I noticed that his thrusting began to slow down and the boy’s breathing began to change.  He gave a short cough and slow he began to awake.

After a few moments the boy sat up and stared straight ahead.  I tried to greet him but I found that my voice was constricted as well, I only managed to let out an inaudible squeak.  All I could do was watch the boy as he began to move.  At first he sniffed the air, then he slowly stood up and again stared blankly ahead.  It was then that I noticed that his stamen was still fully erect.  He gave another sniff to the air and shortly after he turned towards me.  He acted like a zombie as he took a few steps in my direction until he was standing over me and began thrusting in the air like a horny dog.  I was very confused but was about to be even more perplexed as my lower body’s leafy covering began to unfurl.  The portion underneath by lower back began to prop me up, lifting my entire lower half in the air.  The leaf continued to prop me up until skillfully my lower flower was positioned for easy access by his stamen.  As soon as the boy re-entered me his thrusting took on a new vigor.  His small arms each wrapped around my thighs as he became nothing but a slave to the sweet smelling pink flower.

 

With no way to resist I resigned myself to search my mind for an answer to what was happening.  I was only able to dredge up a few details.  Something about my lower flower containing many consecutive sets of lips identical to the lips on my mouth.  Each set of lips could tighten and suck independently of each other.  The substance I produced from my mouth is the same that is now flowing from my lower flower.  It has the ability to put creatures into a sexual trance making them think of nothing but entering my silky petals.  Sexual pleasure is greatly enhanced by this liquid as well.  Stories of humans becoming hopelessly addicted to the pleasures of the Sylvari surface in my mind, stories of unmatched ecstasy.  What will be the fate of this boy who is now joyfully plunging himself into me?  I have a feeling that I won’t be able to move again until he is fully satis-  “UUGH!” Mid-thought something struck me like a white bolt of lightning.  I noticed that the boy had stopped thrusting but instead was fully inserted into me.  I felt pleasure, the greatest pleasure I could imagine.  It took over my mind that instant.  Something was released into my flower that felt unbelievable good.  More, I had to have more.  As the pleasure from the boy’s seed spread like a blaze of heaven through my body my legs were released from their paralysis.  Now instead of backing away I wrapped my legs around the boy’s torso.  They held onto each other as if their lives depended on it, unable to think of anything but the pleasure for even a moment.  Squish squish squish squish.