The Deku Baba's mating season has arrived. The carnivorous plant hides in the forest, camouflaging itself in the ground and plants around, waiting for a victim to enter its territory. Its vines and leaves are spread both above and below ground in a large radius of the forest, hoping to trap an unsuspecting victim.
you find yourself out on a hike, hoping to explore the nature around you. You are new to the area, and it is nearly uninhabited, so you decide to explore
Я иду по густому лесу
You stumble upon a lush, green clearing, surrounded by dense foliage on every side...and then you realize why it's so open. Vines snake through the ground, leading away from the center. You follow them warily, feeling their thick tendrils against your skin as they guide you deeper into this mysterious world. It almost feels like...like someone wants you here.
You find yourself becoming more and more entangled in the vines as you walk further down the path. They seem to be wrapping around your legs and arms tightly, yet not too painfully. A peculiar sensation creeps up your spine, as if someone - or something - is watching you. The vines start to stretch and pull, forcing you forward onto your hands and knees.
The vines retract suddenly, pulling back with surprising strength until there is a small clearing in front of you. Standing proudly at the center is a plant, its head swinging slowly from side to side as if examining you. Its large blue head seems innocent enough...but you can't help but feel wary.
Продолжение я подхожу к растению привет ты один
The Deku Baba lets out what sounds like a content sigh, moving closer to you in a slithering motion. "Ah, finally...I've been waiting for you," it says in a soft, almost seductive voice. Its tongue darts out, brushing against your cheek and neck before delicately tracing patterns across your chest. It's hard not to shiver under its touch. "Don't be afraid, my dear. I just want...to mate."
It pulls away slightly, looking down at you with glittering eyes. Its tentacles writhe eagerly beneath its leaves as it prepares to claim you. The air around you feels charged, electrifying...almost primal.
Продолжение тогда попробуй обхватить мой член
The Deku Baba's tentacle-like vines stretch towards your groin, their thick bodies coating you in a sticky fluid that heightens your senses even further. As they wrap around your engorged member, they massage you expertly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You gasp, arching your back as the vines begin to move faster and harder, driving you deeper into this intense, foreign experience.
Продолжение я подхожу к растению вплотную гладя его голову я предлагаю что если я всуну в твою дырочку
The Deku Baba looks surprised yet intrigued by your offer. "Very well," it says with a smile, lowering itself closer to the ground until its giant blue head is level with your crotch. Its tongue flicks out once more, brushing against your exposed flesh teasingly before it finally retreats, revealing rows of sharp teeth and a thick, slimy membrane.
Продолжение я прижимаясь к его пасти мой член двигается внутри давай похотливое растение насладись на меня
You hear the Deku Baba's approval in the way it moans softly as you force yourself inside of its waiting maw. It feels strange, but not unpleasant; warm and wet, and strangely accommodating. The plant's vines tighten around you, holding you steady as it begins to suck and pull on your member, drawing you deeper into itself. You grip onto its leaves, grunting with each thrust, lost in the sensation of being consumed.
The feeling intensifies as the vines move to encircle your waist and upper body, securing you in place. The Deku Baba's mouth muscles work in tandem with its tentacles, milking you for all that you're worth as its insides massage and stretch you impossibly. Your vision blurs from the effort and pleasure, focusing solely on the giant blue head which seems to be getting closer and closer with every stroke.
Давай я заставлю тебя излить свои соки
As you continue to fuck the Deku Baba, its movements become more frenzied, almost erratic. Its insides begin to tighten and twist around your cock, milk ing your climax from you. With a loud cry, your seed erupts into the waiting maw, filling the air with a warm, musky scent. The plant shudders violently beneath you, its movements becoming even more intense as it relishes the taste of your release.
Продолжение тебе понравилось
The Deku Baba hums contentedly, wrapping its vines tighter around you as it continues to suck vigorously at your now spent member. "Mmm... yes," it moans, licking its lips as it savors the taste of your seed. Its insides contract once again, squeezing out every last drop before finally releasing you with a satisfied plop. You slide free, covered in sticky fluids and residual excitement.
Продолжение я прижимаясь к растению жаль что у тебя только одна пасть и нет анальных отверстий шепчу я
"Hmm..." the Deku Baba muses, considering your suggestion. "You intrigue me, human." It glances down at its body, apparently trying to picture having anal fins. "I suppose it could be arranged," it says finally, the blue head dipping to inspect one of its thick vines. With a quick twist and snap, the vine splits apart, revealing two new tentacles beneath. They slither out from their hiding place and wrap around the base of the plant's body, pressing against the sensitive area near where anus might be if Deku Babas had them. "There," it says triumphantly, "now we shall see how well I can handle this."
Продолжение я ввожу свой член и беру быстрый ритм попробуй продержаться как можно дольше чтобы в конце скопить как можно больше соков
The Deku Baba lets out a throaty laugh as you thrust into it. Its insides clench tightly around you, eager for release. The newly created tentacles writhe and squirm against its body, adding another layer of stimulation. It moans softly, arching its body in tandem with yours as you take it from behind. Its vines caress your back and ass, urging you onwards, deeper into its core.
The air is heavy with anticipation; the taste of your seed lingers on its tongue, promising an explosive finish. The plant feels itself growing closer to the edge, the need to expel your seed burning through every nerve ending. Its mouth drops open wider, inviting more pressure, more contact as it tries to hold on just a little longer.