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The dragon groaned and choked a bit as that 'tongue' wiggled further into his maw and down his throat, constantly spilling that semi-rubbery goo down it and making it impossible for him to gag it back up. The two leaves slid closer together, hugging Aran in their ever-tightening embrace and more and he began to realize that he had no way of escaping. How close had he truly gotten to the end of Raven's garden? How much further would the drake had to have traveled to get victory over the bird? He'd probably never know at this point and the thought was slowly starting to fade out of his mind as the feeling of being surrounded by latex all over overtook mental priority. It readily reminded the dragon of the gear he had stolen from Raven and recalled how it had almost the same exact quality and texture as these floral pieces did...perhaps they had literally been cut from the same tree? In any case Aran soon found that 'mouth' from the larger leaf in front of him opened up just a bit more and began to slip itself over his head, all the while continuing to pump that fluid into him at a steady pace. Despite how forceful this was, despite how helpless Aran had become, like the journey through the latex vine, Aran found himself unable to deny that he was actually enjoying all of this.
He found himself gurgle-moaning as the mouth slurped and sucked his head in further, blotting out his vision and heavily muffling his hearing, which made his cock surge once again. The rubbery leaves had now enveloped him completely and were beginning to squeeze and seal together, ensuring the dragon was quite trapped and unable to get free. Not that he really could at this point as that gooey 'nectar' was now beginning to unleash its effects on Aran, first starting with his mind. A lustful haze was rolling over his thoughts, making it harder and harder to focus, to try and have the willpower to escape and to keep fighting...it was breaking him down. It also didn't help that the liquid not only had a sweet, pleasant taste to it, but that it was beginning to amplify his arousal and sensitivity all over. Just wiggling around was making his pleasure centers ignite and for a bit aran actively tried to NOT move, but that was little more than an effort in futility. He knew he had to keep fighting, he had to resist all of this or else he'd not have an opportunity to think about getting free, but with each passing second the haze was becoming thicker and the ecstasy building to where no amount of ignoring would help. It was a battle that the dragon wasn't going to win, and indeed, as the minutes passed by his quiet groans of fear changed to ones of need and desire as the plants continued their 'growth' without skipping a beat.
Driven to the level he was, Aran soon found himself focusing more and more on what was going on and his mind drifting to the fact that he was being bound and restrained. From the outside the leaves were now fused together completely, sealed without a trace of a seam anywhere, and they were slowly undulating and rippling their rubbery surfaces all over the dragon's body. To Aran it was like he was once again trapped in a vacuum bed and long, wet tongues were rubbing against him, making him moan and flex and writhe against them uncontrollably. The touches along his shaft were nearly enough to make him cum right then and there, but part of him was just barely able to hold onto that and keep him from unleashing the pent up load that was growing and making his penis twitch and drool in anticipation. Within the 'mouth' his head had been swallowed up inside he felt his snout relaxing and his own tongue lazily lolling out as he felt the bulges of nectar in the feeding tube work down his snout and throat, and even felt his neck get squeezed now and then to ensure he gulped it down. Even so, he was drooling a fair amount that he couldn't fully guzzle down, but his captor didn't seem to care at all. Aran also felt his eyelids getting slightly heavier and his eyes wanting to roll back into his head...the sensations from everything were beginning to reach the overwhelming point. He should be passing out, but he couldn't...the nectar wasn't going to let him.
An hour had passed and now the leaves had lost their earlier shapes and were now molded into a deep purple cocoon hanging from a stalk, and another attached to where Aran's head was...the feeder vine. It wriggled and writhed and just the faintest cries of pleasure could be heard from within its rubbery walls as the drake was at last brought to a powerful orgasm. The near hyper-sensitivity he had was enough to make his eyes roll over and he sprayed ropes of dragon seed within the very small confines that his cock had, and the rubber seemed to absorb it. It also stroked and suckled his shaft from base to tip during his ejaculation, spurring him on and keeping Aran hot and bothered and utterly focused on how much he truly loved this. The entire cocoon felt so wonderful...a latex womb that he not only felt safe and secure in, but it caressed and massaged his body in ways that he had never dreamed of, and it kept him almost painfully rock hard, even after he spent his load and then some. This was far beyond anything he had ever felt, even with Raven's latex gear, and the dragon began to wonder just a little bit if it was indeed possible to have something like this all for himself even if it did cost a lot, and it certainly would. Ironically, in some sense the drake had already 'paid' for all of this, or at least part of it, and yet there was still more to come and more that he would 'spend' in the near future.
It wasn't much longer before Aran felt the cocoon beginning to change, but focusing on them was soon lost on the fact that he was driven to yet another orgasm and once again the wet, slick rubber began to stroke and rub like before. As the dragon was milked for another load of seed the rubber began to thicken, the stalk widening as more of the purplish substance flowed down it and added itself to the mix. The prison Aran was trapped in began to swell and expand, growing more spherical as the rubber wrapped round and round itself, and began squeezing the drake more and more. At that point only he could barely hear himself crying out and moaning for more pleasure, but to the outside world there was only silence from where he hung. More and more the rubber pooled and rushed around, shaping and churning for what seemed like hours until at last it began to taper off and slow down. No longer could even the faint outline of the drake's form be seen...in its place was a large, shiny, purple 'plum', and Aran was the 'seed' at its center. The outer latex rolled and flowed around almost as if it was a river looping on itself even as the cocoon was pulled up a bit higher into the garden's canopy, out of reach of almost anything and only the feeding tube to indicate the remote chance that there might be someone or something within its lush, latex skin.
None of this even crossed Aran's mind...how could it? During the squeezing he had his arms pulled back together behind his back and wings a bit, but otherwise there was now less room to wiggle and thrust. It was actually a bit maddening to the dragon as his lust-driven body was reacting on instinct and he couldn't undulate on his own. Even though the cocoon had grown around him, it still felt like he was separated from the rest of the rubber a bit, though that was due to how the material had practically conformed to his whole form like a second skin. In his fevered state Aran began to have thoughts that he had become completely rubberized during the whole process, though the little room afforded to his head and the 'mouth' section sucking steadily on it broke the current illusion just slightly. Even so...that possibility wasn't too farfetched given that it was The Raven whom he was dealing with, but the bird wasn't even a glimmer in Aran's mind at this point. No, he was trapped both physically and mentally in this crafty prison Raven's garden had made for him, and yet now he didn't want to escape it...he wanted to stay in it. The wet slickness that hugged him, the rubber that slurped and stroked him, the nectar that had broken and driven him into a near insatiable state of lust, the number of orgasms he had been brought to as the hours drifted by...no. And as time lost all meaning to Aran along with all rational thought he was brought under the control of the garden...a 'fruit' just waiting to ripen until he was 'picked' by the gardener that brought him here...