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Flowers of the Sapphire Moon Ch. 01

By: MetaXerxes



Writer's Note: This story is completely different from the first one I wrote, because I remembered a few stories I read a long time ago and how strange/erotic I found them...so I decided to jump from incest to...well this. The plot is fast-paced because I'm impatient. If you have any comments or suggestions, again I'd love to hear them. Assuming I get another day off in the next week, I'll probably write another chapter of Forbidden.

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The year was 1990 when Jennifer headed out on her first field expedition. She was young, brimming with confidence and eager to make a name for herself in her chosen field of botany. In fact, she was by far the youngest member of her research group.

Some people claimed that she was only sent off for the entertainment of the other researchers on their long and arduous expeditions into unexplored regions. On the other hand, she was more eye-candy than a man could take if they couldn't look, and she made it no secret that she wasn't interested in anything beyond friendship. "I'm already married;" she'd often say during mealtime if the subject came up. "My mind is married to my work, and my body belongs to god." The only response would be a chorus of forced agreement, effectively muffling the comments like "I'd like to be her god."

Most men would have liked to be her god. She was home schooled during her childhood, to keep her out of the public school system. Her parents were concerned about not giving her a religious upbringing, but their concern was quelled by her deep devotion to her church. This fear was soon replaced by another, however. By fourteen, she had developed a set of pert breasts and defined curves. This added to the image of her tall, thin body, with flowing chestnut brown hair and deep brown eyes. Her parents called her a vision of god, and felt that they had a responsibility to keep her away from men -- a task that they took very seriously.

At eighteen, she started college. She stayed in her room studying all through the semester, and didn't go out for anything but emergencies. The few boys who saw her were captivated, but she never talked to anyone outside her group of church friends from back home. A few of the professors who were impressed by her work encouraged her to be more social, but she insisted that she felt it would come between her and god, so they mostly left the subject alone.

After graduating, she got a job at a laboratory as an assistant to the head botanist. She helped process and catalogue samples from expeditions, but wasn't allowed to join the team on their extended trips. She wasn't allowed, that is, until that day.

Only a week before the team left, she was contacted by the head of research at the lab. They explained that her boss had become ill and they needed a replacement botanist. She was the only one available on short notice, and so either she went or they scrubbed the whole trip. She thought it over, and then agreed to go.

When the team arrived, it was dark and gloomy. There had been reports from the local military base that the natives feared the cavern formations in the area. Being neophobic, the natives were scared of anything that they weren't familiar with. This suggested to the researchers that there could be fungi, plants, or even animals which inhabited the caves. It was an opportunity to discover all new ecosystems, and it was too good to pass up.

The researchers set up camp just outside of the largest cave entrance. They set up lights within the camp to keep everything lit, and to keep animals away. After setting up, the consensus was that they should get some rest before beginning their collection and analysis.

The next morning, Jennifer woke up early. She was still tired, but too excited to sleep any more. She got dressed in her black sweat pants and dark blue dress shirt, and then began wandering the perimeter of the camp. She found that she was terribly unimpressed by how normal everything looked. Just as she was ready to give up and make some coffee, she saw a small plant that she couldn't recognize. It looked like a wheat stalk, only shorter, and the tip was red. She moved closer to the plant, and saw that the end was made of five curved barbs instead of being covered in seed pods. It definitely wasn't wheat. 

She reached down and felt the texture, which was smooth. There was a prick on her hand, and she pulled back. She was surprised to see that the plant had pierced her skin with its barbs and she was bleeding slightly. Giving herself a rap on the wrist for not expecting a barbed plant to have a reflex reaction like a Venus fly trap, she decided not to tell the others about her blunder.

She made a note of the plant's location and moved back to camp. 

After an hour of prep, the team decided to make their first trip down into the caves. Of the ten scientists, three went down and seven stayed behind to watch their equipment. The teams would cycle, three at a time, leaving the head scientist and the other two trios behind.

Jennifer was sent down, along with John the geologist and Brett the microbiologist. She felt relieved that she was sent down with them and not others. Brett was married and John was a good-natured guy, so she knew that there wouldn't be any awkwardness to get in the way of her work.

Jen mentioned when she saw another of the small barbed plants, and said that they must be spreading from somewhere in the caves. In order to satisfy her curiosity, the three headed through the caves searching for a larger collection of the plants. This took them deeper and deeper, finding the plants scattered along their path. They made their way down through a series of winding tunnels, obviously natural, continually marking their point of origin at each intersection. 

Eventually, they found themselves in an open cavern bathed in a deep blue light. The light shone in through a giant crystal formation in the ceiling which looked almost like the moon. John walked over to a wall by where they had entered, noticing that it had a texture similar to shale. "Hey Brett, come look at this. It looks like rock, but I think it might actually be some kind of fungus."

Jennifer had seen a natural arch formation opposite them and wondered if the grotto continued beyond, so she carefully walked over to it. When she peered through, she was shocked at what she saw. There was a massive plant in the center of an open area, surrounded by fifty or sixty of what looked like green cocoons.

Excited and not wasting any time, she pulled out her recorder and plodded off towards the central plant. 

"I have located what appears to be plant life. There is one dome-like structure about fifteen feet tall, and over fifty swellings scattered on the ground in the region of the central organism."

She noticed along the way that the cocoons were connected to the center organism via tubes, likely seedling forms of the main plant body. She ensured that her gloves and arm guards were secured, and then examined the main plant. It seemed to be a bud, closed off from the outside by several layers of large petals. 

"Specimen seems to be a flower structure. I am going to attempt to locate the center and confirm my proposal." 

She checked her protective equipment once more, and then slowly pushed each layer of petal to the side to get at the core. The petals tried to spring back into their natural form, so she gave up on holding them at bay and merely pulled herself into the center of the flower. Once inside, she took a few deep breaths and looked around.

Once again to her shock, the flower was unlike anything she had seen in her years of study. The walls were a beautiful deep green, with specks of blue scattered on the surface.

"The structure appears to be a flower bud; however, there are some odd discrepancies. The bloom is missing stamen altogether, and the pistol is a single curved tubule capped by a stigma which looks...odd."

She couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong with the stigma. It was something about the whole pistol, too. The flesh of the tube was dark blue, but textured like there was something beneath. Jennifer blushed as she looked at the head, realizing that it looked like the glans of an oversized penis. Examining it closer, she found that it was a bit less rigid than one might expect, but the exact texture wasn't clear through her thick gloves. She decided to remove her gloves and carefully touch it. 

She slipped off her protective gloves and her hand slowly moved towards it, anticipating the feeling of it. Jen finally touched the head, and found that the suface was smooth, and covered a squishy layer over the firm inner cylinder. As she felt the tube, it pushed up and out from the base at an angle away from her. She felt warmth between her legs, and a dark thought sprung up from deep inside her. She had promised god that she would never let a man inside her, but she had longed for fulfillment since she had been a teenaged girl.

She looked around and realized that John and Brett couldn't see her through the layers of petal. They were probably off doing some sort of nerd thing like always; talking about a fascinating rock formation or a pool of slime. For the first time, she saw a petal which was laying across from the pistol.

"There appears to be a petal sitting within the flower, perhaps designed to attract whatever organism carries the pollen for this plant."

She approached, confirming that it was something to do with the pistol. One petal was firm and looked like a softly grooved trough, supporting some larger organism while it drank from a small pool of nectar. Another petal was standing up behind, ready to fold over and enclose the creature. It had a 'plus' of slots which would probably fold open, leaving a hole for the pistol to collect the pollen from whatever was ensnared inside the trap.

Jennifer looked at the setup of the petals with a smile, realizing that it was perfect. If she got on her knees and laid into the grooved petal, she would probably have enough weight to trigger the automatic reaction of the flower's other parts. If the other petal went down right on top of her, its opening would line up with her sacred channel. She felt flushed at how wrong that was, but the wrongness just excited her more. There was no one here to know, and she knew god would forgive her.

She quickly pulled off her sweat pants and threw them aside, revealing her lacey pink panties. Instead of throwing them off, she carefully stepped out of them and put them on her pants. She felt somehow sentimental about them, knowing that they had gently held her virgin lips, caressing and keeping them safe all these years. 

Slowly, she laid into the smooth shapely grooves of the petal, trusting them to hold her now. Her face smelled the sweet nectar, and she took a taste just to satisfy curiosity. The sweet juice seemed to dance in her mouth, then tingle all through her face, her stomach, her chest, and down to her toes. She felt it linger between her legs, the tingling growing to a burning plateau within. Her juices filled her opening, flowing out between her lower lips and dripping slightly down her thighs.

Jennifer could feel the other soft petal finally come down and trap her, even as she started coming to her senses and struggling. 

"What was I thinking?" she asked herself in futility.

The poison from the barb that morning had affected her judgment enough to get her alone inside the flower, trapped and naked. Now she felt movement at her rear, as the petal curled back, revealing her pussy to the thick cylinder which was curving towards her. She continued to struggle, but her support was perfectly shaped to her form.

After only moment of horror and sinful anticipation, she felt the tip of the tube touch her labia, pushing them aside slowly. As if to prepare her, the thin hairs on the petal she was lying on began to quiver and caress her skin, focusing on her breasts. She felt herself getting even wetter, panting approval now.

"Please god, give me the strength to refuse it" she pleaded, to no avail.

Slowly, she felt the tip push all the way in. It sped up as the head popped into her channel, then slowed as it continued. The tube was ribbed further down, rippling in and out and changing in colour from blue to violet. As the first knot slid in with a surge and tore through Jen's hymen, she gave a ragged moan of mixed pleasure and pain. 

She felt each bulge push in, one by one, until the flower bottomed out inside her. She could feel the tip pushing against the entrance to her womb, shoving but not moving any farther into her. 

The most that had ever been inside her was a finger, and now she felt fuller than she could ever have imagined. Her body continued to shake and resist the giant invader, but her mind began to falter. In all her life, she had never felt such pleasure. She found that it was much harder to call it all evil when it was pulsing through her in all its splendour.

She could feel something inside the tube moving, the gel beneath the skin flowing and undulating within her pussy. She suddenly felt waves of pleasure from her center moving outwards, bathing her in ecstasy. She felt three knots pop out of her, then thrust back in as the curved appendage pumped her. 

Her mind surrendered to the throes of passion the animal instinct taking over her body and grinding back against the pole. This animal mind didn't know what was in it, whether or not it was human. Frankly, it didn't care. All that mattered was the thick rod thrusting into her and the endless surges of pleasure rushing through her.

"Oh god, how you've rewarded me," she whispered to herself, "and I accept your bounty unto me."

She could feel her mind trying to slip away to another place, trying to free itself from the physical world and surrender completely to the experience. She tried to hold on to her perceptions, her sensations, but each deep thrust pushed her farther from her body. 

She realized in a moment of understanding that this central tube was a stamen, not a pistil. It was about to deliver its pollen to the carrier. The only question that remained in her mind was where the female organ of the plant was.

Her mind had receded to where it felt only echoes of her carnal delight, until a new sensation drew her back to reality. 

A few minutes passed and the flower had stopped thrusting, resting deep inside her and pulsing slightly. Jennifer gave a grunt as she felt the first knot of the tube swell, stretching her and sealing the engorged head within the depths of her maidenhood. Against all intuition, she knew what was about to happen.

The gel began shifting beneath the surface of the stamen, and Jen gave an almost silent gasp. She felt the waves of pleasure surging to new heights, reaching a place that she had never been before. Her pussy began to massage the invader, just as the light-blue gel within began to spray out of its tip. Feeling the cream fill her depths sent her into a frenzy of excitement, moaning loudly while her womb opened to a torrent of gelatinous seeds.

She lay in place, still trapped, as the pressure from the fluid inside her eased. The knot deep inside her pussy persisted, but most of the pollen had been pushed through her cervix and was now resting inside her womb. Thick globs of it streamed farther into her, going deeper and deeper. A single egg was intercepted inside her and found itself assaulted by millions of tiny organisms from within the fluid. Of the millions, a single one bonded with the egg and carried it to rest within the mass of light-blue gel. There, it began splitting; becoming unlike anything to come before.

Flowers of the Sapphire Moon Ch. 02



Writer's Note: This is the second part of the series, as indicated by 'Ch. 02'. I don't particularly like this one, but it was necessary in order to take the story where I want it to go. Hope you like it anyways, but the next one will be more like the first.

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"Where's Jennifer?" Brett asked, genuinely concerned.

Exploring caves was dangerous work sometimes, and both Brett and John had let themselves get occupied with other work...again. It was a habit of theirs, though it had never mattered that much in the past. They tended to be some part of a larger team, or have the third and/or fourth person in the group getting sidetracked along with them. 

"I think she went over this way" John suggested, pointing at a natural archway.

Brett nodded, and they both walked across the large cavern to where the archway loomed overhead. After looking through, both stood still in shock. There was a giant plant in the center of a room, surrounded by a patch of large growths on the ground.

Now, it's important to grasp how odd that kind of discovery is. John and Brett were amazed that, in these deserted caverns, they had found a small smear of some type of fungus on the wall. That was amazing. The discovery of plant life, never mind new plant life was just astronomical. It was the sort of thing that a scientist would dream of. John interrupted their mutual shock with a newly reworded question.

"If there's a discovery like this here, then where's Jennifer?"

Instead of answering, Brett simply pointed. At the flower, that is.

"The first thing that she would do is try to figure out what that is, so I think that she's probably just gone and lost herself in the magic of a giant flower. You know how girls are."

John laughed.

"Let's see if we can get her out of there for a bit. She'll probably suffocate at this rate."

The two again walked forward, stepping carefully between the large swellings and over the tubes which connected them to the central flower. Brett grabbed a petal and tried to pull it back, but all of them were completely stiff. There was no way in or out of the flower. Brett looked particularly worried.

"What's wrong?" John asked.

"Well, this is a serious problem if she's in there. I'm not a plant guy, but I have a few plants at home. The only kind of plant that lets you in and not out has one thing in mind, and it involves acid and a funeral."

With that, John began to frown rather seriously.

"Come with me," Brett announced, "we have to get help. We'll cut her out with machetes if we have to."

Quickly making their way back to the first room with the blue light, they made for the small doorway which led up to surface level tunnels. Just as they approached it, several vines pushed out of the doorway and blocked it. Brett gave a shout and tried to tear the vines away, but they were too strong. Instead, they wrapped around his hand and pierced his skin with their small barbs. Seconds later, he fell to the ground limp.

"Are you alright?!" John shouted, grabbing him and dragging him away from the vines. With the sudden shock of what had happened, he failed to notice a small prick of pain in his right leg as a small vine punctured his skin. Within seconds, its poison would begin to affect his judgement just as it had Jennifer's.

With no answer, John frantically tried to find a pulse. The pulse was weak, but he found it quickly. He could feel the pounding getting weaker and weaker, until he felt it stop less than a minute later. With his friend dead, he paced back and forth considering his options. If he tried to take on the vines, he'd be dead just as fast. There was no use trying to open that flower. The only option was to look for another way out.

John walked up and down each wall of the central room, then through several smaller rooms which were connected to it. All of them were dead ends. Giving up, he went back to try and call to Jen through the petals of the flower.

When he got back to the room, he saw the same scene with one difference; the gnarliest of the swellings had been re-shaped and re-colored to look exactly like Jennifer. From the angle he was at, he was pretty sure that the thing was standing on all fours naked. It wasn't until he got up close that he realized that it was a perfect replica.

Though everyone knew him as the sweet and considerate guy, he hid a rather intense general perversion. When he saw that it had the same rounded medium breasts, his mouth began to drool and he felt his dick start to swell up. When he confirmed that the thing wasn't moving at all, he couldn't help but move around to the back and see how well it had replicated her other features.

One time when he was surprising her but got no answer at the door, he had gone around the back of her house to see if she might be asleep. He walked up to the window and peered in. Instead of seeing his friend asleep, he turned to find her tossing her hair while picking up a pair of underwear from her drawer. Before he could look away (something which he swore he would have done if given enough time), she turned away from him and bent over, lifting her leg slightly to get her panties on. He bolted to the front and rang the bell again, but he would never forget the beauty that rested between her legs. She had a small dense thatch of dark brown hair, which covered around her lips and just a bit above. Her pussy itself was a pair of dark pink lips which met from ass to clit, showing nothing beneath. 

To his amazement, the thing on the ground was identical. It was so identical -- in fact -- that he felt compelled to feel it. He carefully drew his fingers along the dripping lips, and then dipped them inside the red folds. Again, it was just the way it should be.

"Well I'll be" he offered in astonishment.

Quickly looking around, he realized that no one was there. In fact, he was most likely dead by the end of the day. Why shouldn't he have some fun while he was here?

John carefully undid his pants and knelt behind the Jen-thing, leaning over it so that he could feel her breasts. They were almost silky to the touch, and every texture felt perfect.

"Mmm, those feel like the real thing. I wonder what else does."

Pulling down his pants and boxers in one move, he began stroking his penis. Bringing up the memories of Jennifer earlier had also brought it up, so it didn't take much before he was kneeling behind her with a fully engorged eight-inch cock. Looking down, he wiped the head of his penis up and down her wet lips and watched as they separated. After positioning himself at her entrance, he gripped her breasts and thrust forward.

With a slow and continuous thrust, he slid in up until he bumped into something inside. Assuming he was all the way in, he began playfully pushing in and out the last few inches. This continued until he thrust in and bumped the end a bit harder, then felt four pinpricks just behind his head.

"Ah!" He exclaimed, pulling his cock out.

After a bit of struggling, he realized that he couldn't get it out. The end just behind the head had swelled and was being held in by a ring of contracted muscles inside. Then he began to feel something else.

While the muscles held him in, he felt the other muscles begin to rapidly contract and loosen, massaging his cock as he tried to get it free. At the same time, he felt the ring that he had bumped into loosen and fit around the head of his penis, ensuring that whatever it was received his full load. With his dick swelled, it had nowhere else to go.

With a giant gush and a loud groan, semen sprayed out of John's cock and filled the seed capsule, mixing with the light-blue gel and seeking out the egg within. The capsule sealed itself as John's cock went flaccid. It would have stimulated him again and gathered more sperm, had the egg not already started to grow and take form within...



Flowers of the Sapphire Moon Ch. 03



Writer's Note: I haven't written anything for a long time, because I am busy with university, my musical career, my computer business, and up until just recently a two-year relationship. Life is like that. I apologize for the wait, and hope that I can entertain somewhat as well as I could formerly. Thanks for the comments; they encouraged me to do this :)




Jennifer

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Darkness. Jen couldn't tell if she had opened her eyes, but she had tried to. Was she dead? No. She could feel tingling as her nerves started to work again, sending a barrage of sensation to her overwhelmed and exhausted brain.

She tried to speak, but couldn't get the words out of her mouth. She wanted to call for help, but the flower's trap still had her ensnared. Suddenly though, she lost sight of her situation and was consumed with a new feeling. It was emptiness similar to hunger, but she couldn't place it.

She squirmed as she felt something twitch between her legs. She realized that something was inside of her soft folds only as it began pulling out of her, as if it had been inside her for long enough that she no longer felt it. Jen could feel her passage slowly close again, as whatever was inside her retreated and finally slipped from between her lower lips.

Then, she felt the petals which enclosed her softening. Light. A twinge of hope sprung into her mind as she realized that freedom was so close. As the outer petals folded and gave way to her weight, she slid onto the floor of the same room that she had been in earlier. She rolled onto her back, naked, and looked at the mass of greenery which had held her. It was one of the pods from before, near the central flower. Somehow in the time that she had been unconscious, she had been moved.

"The nectar was probably some kind of knockout agent" she said to herself.

Jen gave a cough and spit up some slime, which she realized was all over her body. She began rubbing it off her arms, then head and neck. The stuff was thick and gooey, and seemed to be a quarter-inch thick everywhere on her. She rubbed her hands clean on the nearest petal and then began running her hands down her front. As her fingers slipped over her breasts, she couldn't help but linger on them. Her supple breasts felt so soft and yet so firm, as she gently massaged the gel into her skin. She let her left hand circle her nipple and breathed in sharply when she began squeezing and twisting it. As she felt the warmth building in her core, a sweet smell filled the air.

She had never really touched herself like this before, but for some reason it just felt right. She didn't feel so empty in the moments of pleasure that pulsed through her mind, and the feeling was intoxicating. Her right hand stopped massaging and trailed down her stomach. Jen could feel little troughs of the strange fluid forming between her fingers as she ran her hand down her torso along her tender skin, finding the spot between her legs where it longed to be.

Jennifer closed her eyes slowly, trusting only in the sensations of her body on itself. Her hands had both found each other on her pelvis now, and they gradually caressed her thighs up and down, as the substance gathering on them slid off and onto the ground. The fingers on her right hand traced around her opening, up and down each side, as her left hand began rubbing just above her slit. The sensations began to drive her wild, so she sped up. Her hand now started to rub harder, pulling and pushing the skin right by her nub. She couldn't wait any longer, and slipped her fingers inside of her delicate folds. Her inner passage was filled with the same gel, and with each time her finger slipped inside of her, it conducted the pressure deep into her core. She was in heaven now, dipping two fingers in and out of her pussy while she rubbed fiercely just to each side of her clit, firing waves of intense pleasure surging through her whole body. 

With a moment of blank ecstasy, she came violently. Her pussy began contracting and she felt the gel being squeezed out of her, dripping out of her lips and running between her firm ass cheeks. She lay static, absorbing the pure sensation of sexual fulfillment.

Moments later however, she felt the same emptiness returning to her. There was something missing, something crucial. She felt like a drug addict, only she had no idea what she was addicted to.

A series of awful thoughts popped into her mind. Had she let the devil into her body? When she gave into her lust, had she become addicted forever to sex? It seemed almost logical, because she had felt so satisfied when she had climaxed.

Jen tried to let go of the thoughts, and calm herself. She had to be smart if she wanted to get out of here safely.

After cleaning off the rest of the gel, she began moving back to the entrance of the caves, so that she could return to camp. Hopefully there, she would find some answers and perhaps protection from whatever was happening to her.

John

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John awoke staggered by a sudden pain, sliding down onto the ground and twisting his arm backwards. He fumbled to sit, and the pain dissipated.

He could feel goo all over himself, so he hurriedly cleaned himself off. The stuff was slimy and a bit sticky, and he didn't appreciate the weird odor it left on his skin.

He looked down and inspected himself, making sure that he was fine. He saw that he had six black spots, three on each side of his pelvis around his shaft, plus one more on each of his palms. It was odd, but he figured that it was probably some kind of stain from the plant earlier. 

"What a stupid move that was" he thought to himself.

Looking around, he could see all of the pods as they were before, minus the Jen-like one that he had just come out of. It must have sucked him in after what happened, and the gel was probably either what ate his clothes or was what was left of them. There was no sign whatsoever or Brett or Jennifer.

"Hello?!" he called. "Can anyone hear me?!"

Momentary silence.

"Yes child, I can hear you" came a voice from nowhere.

John was frozen, though he felt strangely calm. "Hello? Who are you?"

"I am your King. I created you as you are, to seed the world with the clan's offspring. You will go forth and spread the word of our truth. Now begin, or be driven to madness by the nature that has been instilled in you."

"What?" John asked, confused. There was no answer this time.

With some hesitation, he decided that he must have heard the voice in his imagination. There was no other explanation. That assumed, he headed back to the entrance of the cave system where he knew that safety surely awaited him. 

John had only taken a few steps when he heard noise from up ahead, and the sound of shifting rocks. He hurried along, seeking the source of the noises. What he found was a shock to him.

There, on the floor of a cave, was a young woman in full gear. She had what looked like some kind of medical kit, and he hoped that she was some kind of rescuer.

"Are you alright?" he asked, rushing to her aid and offering a hand.

She looked him up and down, obviously more aware than him of his nakedness. He looked at himself and back at her. "I'm sorry; it's a really long story. But don't worry, I'll explain. The important question is, are you okay?"

"Yes...but I got separated from my group. Are you one of the scientists who were sent here four days ago?" She seemed disappointed when John returned a quizzical expression. She thought maybe it was because of her noticeable Australian accent, but it was in fact genuine confusion.

"What do you mean, four days ago?" John asked. "I couldn't have been out that long. I'm John Stanton, the Geological Researcher."

The woman smiled. "You are, then. I'm glad that at least I found you. Now we just need to get you out of here. Where's the rest of your team?" At this point, she gripped his hand and pulled herself up, then reeled back.

"Ow!" she shouted, and examined her open palm. There was a mark on it, where a single drop of blood began forming. "What are you trying to pull?!"

Before John could answer, she fell back onto the floor. She squinted, as if trying to focus her vision.

"What's wrong?" John asked, very concerned. He knelt down and tried to make eye contact with her, but she was staring off through a wall beside him.

At once, she looked directly into his eyes and he could feel a fire ignite within him. His shaft twitched to life, and he felt her gaze drop to it as it began swelling. She brushed her long blonde hair back over her shoulders. Then, without warning, she reached out and grabbed hold of his expanding member. She gently moved her hand up and down his shaft, while it continued to grow.

While she continued to stroke him, she slowly unzipped her one-piece suit down to her belly button. As the zipper passed below her breasts, the front opened somewhat and he could see the sides of her smooth orbs. Then, one shoulder at a time, she slipped the top of her suit off. 

Her torso was incredible, both because of its beautiful curvature and supple tone. She was light and her breasts even lighter still, but her skin was beautifully smooth and silky to the eye. John didn't hesitate to confirm that it was the same to the touch, which it certainly was. He began massaging her breasts while she leaned forward and took the tip of his penis between her soft lips. Her tongue batted at his tip and sent bolts of pleasure down his now rock-hard member. Neither knew why this was happening, and neither cared; they were both entirely consumed with the chemicals that filled their bodies and invaded their minds.

Even as she took his length into her mouth and sucked hungrily at his shaft, they both realized that it wouldn't be enough. She pulled away and laid down onto her back, waiting for him to make the next move, her saliva still dripping from his twitching cock.

Without thinking, John tore off her boots. Then grabbed her suit and pulled it off, sliding it down her legs and throwing it to the side.

As she spread her legs for him, he saw the incredible treasure that lay between them. Her lips were a bit puffy, cleanly shaved with a cute little nub resting at the top of her tender opening. The inner lips were swollen with excitement, and extended a bit in a fiery splash of bright reddish pink.

Seeing her like this filled him with an intense passion, which he could feel radiating down to his pelvis. He looked down to see the six spots of brown begin extending out from him, on wiry tendrils. They looked like little wheat stalks, with brown tips, hovering around his shaft. They were slightly longer than it, and seemed to be undulating excitedly. Both captured in the moment, neither of them seemed to be taken aback by such a strange event.

John smiled, and as he lowered himself down between her legs, he realized that the tendrils were definitely part of him. He could feel as the middle two gently stroked her warm folds, which dripped with anticipation. He lovingly caressed her face and breasts with each of his hands, despite the instinctual nature of what was happening. 

She breathed in sharply as his two strands that had been stroking her lips, now dipped into her and spread her slightly. The other four wrapped themselves around his shaft in loose spirals, adding to the texture of his penis as the head began crossing the threshold into her body.

Her passage was soaked with her juices, eagerness overthrowing any sense of caution she might have otherwise had. Her velveteen walls spread for his rippled length, readily pulling him deeper inside of her. She head back, moaned now, taking him halfway up her passage. The vines around his cock had begun moving up and down it, adding to both their pleasure, as he massaged her supple breasts and suckled at her nipple.

She could feel herself building up to an orgasm, which she hadn't had in months. All the stresses of work and the inconvenience of not having a committed partner seemed to be distant memories now. It was as the two stalks that had been spreading her lips glided up and began massaging her nub that she lost control. Her mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure and her muscles became tense. Even as he eagerly thrust to the depths of her burning channel, the hard tip of his shaft kissing her womb, the sounds of their passionate breeding became dimmer.

Pure pleasure. It radiated from every muscle inside of her, from every fold of her pussy that now kneaded at the forceful invader. With each pounding thrust, her inner muscles shuddered and tried in futility to hold him inside of her. Instead, they send yet another overwhelming cascade of pleasure vibrating through her whole being. In that moment, she could see, feel, and understand only delight.

Then, as she fell to a plateau of gratification, she felt his head swell inside of her. The strands deep inside of her had been preparing her for this moment, and her cervix was opened enough to accept the full extent of his seeding. She was ready to be bred.

She felt another moment of amazing bliss as his cock swelled inside of her and exploded, filling her depths with a surging torrent of his thick cum. She could feel each jet of it firing within her, right into her womb. There was only pure fulfillment between them. 

After a few minutes, he slowly pulled him shaft from her engorged lips, following which a little of his seed dripped out of her passage. Most of it, he knew, was still deep within her.

It took only that long for some sense to come back to her, but there was an air of calm about her. "I'm Amy. What just happened?" she asked. Obviously, she wasn't fully aware yet. Her face was becoming even blanker.

"Are you okay? You look pale" John commented, just as confused about what had just gone on and why.

Without another word, Amy stopped moving and fell limp.

Panicked, John quickly checked her pulse and held his breath, remembering what had happened to Brett. Instead of what he feared, he felt a strong but low pulse, as if she were asleep.

"What do I do now?" John asked, without any hope of answer. "I guess there's only one thing I can do."

With that, he lifted Amy up over his shoulder and began carrying her towards what he hoped was the entrance. His hope of returning to his research team seemed to becoming dimmer and dimmer.

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To Be Continued

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Flowers of the Sapphire Moon Ch. 04



Along the way to the surface, Jen began searching for John and Brett. She had no idea how long she'd been unconscious, but they would be worried sick if it had been more than a few minutes.

She wandered down the dark passageways, without a light, only realizing after a few minutes that the walls were emitting a strange glow. She hadn't noticed when they were entering originally, because the dim glow was almost unnoticeable with their strong flashlights -- if it had been there at all.

She carefully examined the small veins running all along the walls and found that they all had a common direction. When she came to a fork in the tunnel, the wall lights all seemed to go in one direction. Despite her gut, she felt that the best chance of getting to the outside was to follow the lights to their origin. Especially since, as fellow scientists, both of her colleagues would do the same.

When she finally reached the end of the lights, she was shocked to find herself back in the chamber with the flower. Jen couldn't help but notice that one of the pods was now a bit larger than the rest, with a slightly pink hue.

Now that she was back at the same cavernous room, she felt that it was an opportunity to investigate what had happened and why she was moved to the other room.

She walked up to the flower which had...well she wasn't quite sure what had been done to her. Obviously it had the intent of reproduction, but she was lucky enough to be of a different species. However, the pod that she had emerged from could have conceivably been a female plant. If she had been somehow moved to it, the tubule within her when she woke could have been extracting whatever the flower had filled her with. In other words, she was the carrier for the plant's reproductive material the way that a honeybee is the same for flowers.

Despite her curious prodding, the plant would not soften enough that she could pull back the petals. 

She could tell that it wasn't going to open, and she was now being assaulted by a painful hunger. She didn't know when she ate last, but the hunger pains right down in her lower abdomen were starting to become painful. There was a sharp burn in her pelvis and she gave a groan. She really had to get back to the camp and get something to eat.

"Help! Is someone there?!" Jennifer heard muffled shouts that sounded like John.

Turning, she could see the pod that had been swollen was now moving.

She hurried over and as she approached, the petals unfurled. She stopped at the pod, shocked. Laying at her feet in a foetal position was John, completely naked and shivering. He was laying on his right side, facing away from her.

Despite her shyness, she was very concerned and didn't hesitate in turning him onto his back.

As he stretched out, looking up at her, she pulled back in horror. There was a thick tube attaching him to the pod by his navel, like the ones that connected the pods to the flower. As she watched in revulsion, the tip detached from his stomach and pulled back into the plant.

John stood up and looked closely at Jen.

"Jennifer, is that you?"

She pulled back farther, stopping when her back bumped into the flower.

"What happened to you, John? You don't look normal."

John looked around the room and then examined himself, lifting his arms and looking at them like he'd never seen them before.

"I'm not normal. I feel a lot better than that. I feel incredible. I've never felt so strong and healthy. It's absolutely amazing."

"John, that thing was attached to you with a tube. And you look weird."

Jennifer paused at her statement. He did look odd, but she hadn't stopped to think how. He looked a bit more muscular than she remembered, and his navel looked more like the navel of a fruit than a belly button. It was soft looking, with tiny petals which had curled up and covered the slight divot when the tube had detached from him. She had never seen his penis before, but it also looked odd. She could see the flaccid head, but it was the only part that stuck out from his body. Just around it, she noticed that there were four little bumps which looked like tiny acorns.

She was beginning to wonder how all of that hadn't seemed extremely strange to her a moment earlier, having seemingly lost all sense of normality.

He began staring at her, and she froze.

She looked down at herself slowly and was glad to see that her body looked normal. She looked back up at him and watched, now terrified, as the head of his penis moved farther from his body. It stiffened and the sheen changed as it excreted slippery oils. As he walked towards her, his dick slid out ten inches from his body and small bumps extended out almost as far on what seemed to be prehensile stalks. They began dancing around his twitching cock and Jen found herself mesmerized by the display.

As she looked upon his penis, she felt another hunger pain. Instead of her mouth watering with her condition, she felt her pussy dripping with her juices. She realized that her instincts weren't telling her to chew. Her mouth wasn't what desired to be filled. She could feel a pleasure as something deep in her pussy shifted and rubbed her sensitive walls.

She continued to watch the little stalks as they spun around rapidly, a desire building in her. Jen's intent followed them as they curled around his penis and it hardened completely, her desire now intently focused on it.

She pushed forwards and kissed him. He kissed her back, his tongue trying to wriggle into her mouth. She opened up to him and massaged his tongue with her lips as she wrestled his with her own. When she pulled back a moment, he quickly pulled her back to him. She pulled back again and bit his lip, taking the opportunity to push forward.

Instead, he pressed back against her advance and slammed her into the flower's wall petal. In that moment, he had gone from excitement to a pure frenzy.

As she moaned, he assaulted her breasts with kisses, sucking them until she felt a firestorm in her pussy. 

He grabbed her by the arms and dragged her down onto her back. He kissed her mouth again, as his dick rubbed gently up and down her lips. The oils on it combined with her sopping juices and the lubricated head dipped in slightly each time it slid past her opening.

Without hesitation, he pushed his dick up inside her. She could feel the ridges that the tubes formed on his penis, and her pussy began massaging him with her muscles. She couldn't believe how sensitive the nerves inside her pussy were, or how precise. She could feel every vein on his penis, as they slid back and forth within her.

He pushed most of his length into her tight passage and bumped against a blockage. It didn't feel like he was all the way in, so she assumed that it was her womb.

She felt him pumping in and out, vigorously now, pressing against her tiny inner opening each time he thrust in. Waves of pleasure radiated from her pelvis and she felt an orgasm forming. It felt like her whole body was seizing, her muscles tensing longer every time she moved them. She hovered on the edge, breathing in sharp gasps, as she felt him start to push farther.

The ring of muscle that held him back loosened just enough and he pushed his head through. 

"Uh" he groaned.

She felt his head swelling slightly and she began shaking as her orgasm finally hit her. Her whole body was quaking and her pussy massaged him. Her body was ready to take his seed, and he knew it, so he stopped trying to hold back and let go.

Jen was just starting to plateau from her orgasm when she felt him begin to cum deep inside her, depositing a torrent within her.

Her body shook again as she felt it splashing inside and pooling within her. Jen couldn't believe the sensation as her insides swelled with his seed.

John laid on her as his shaft twitched; squirting a little more fluid each time it tensed. His orgasm slowly subsided, along with hers.

After a few minutes, his dick softened and the head was squeezed out of Jen slightly as the ring of muscles shrunk to its original size and then sealed completely.

She couldn't help but feel strange. She was no longer hungry. She wasn't sure exactly how having sex had taken care of her appetite, but it had.

John got up off her and laid down again, this time beside her. As he did so, she felt another movement like the one earlier, inside her channel.

She sat up and looked at him. He had a little bit of semen on the head of his penis, which was again the only part of his dick outside his body.

Jen's stomach turned a bit at the thought that they had just had unprotected sex. His sperm were wriggling around freely, sealed within her right at that moment. She hoped and prayed that she wasn't ovulating, or that it just wouldn't happen.

"John, what were you thinking doing that inside of me!" she suddenly exploded at him. "I could be pregnant!"

He looked at her, dazed. "I couldn't move. My head swelled up and I couldn't pull out. It hurt a little."

Jen was disappointed at him. He was probably lying. Though to be fair, she wasn't sure what should be expected of some strange plant-human hybrid. It wasn't something that came up often.

"Well why did you do that in the first place?!" she demanded.

"I don't know. I was dreaming or something and I heard this groaning sound and all the sudden I needed to get out. When I saw you there and you looked pale, I experienced this incredible feeling. It was like I went into a frenzy, and I needed to cum in you. I just had to. There's no way I can explain it, it was purely instinctual."

Jen thought back to the strange tentacles which had emerged from him and completely vexed her. If he could bring up such strong desires within her just with his movements, then it was conceivable that he might feel uncontrollable urges himself.

"I'm so tired" John said, deflated.

He got up as Jen watched and walked over to the pod, which was lying open. He climbed into it and curled up. Jennifer didn't know what to say, so she remained silent even as the tube connected with John's navel and the petals wrapped themselves around him again.

Jen was again alone. The swollen pod stood still.

As outrageous as it seemed, her friend was a plant creature now; one that had seduced and consequently inseminated her, which somehow settled her hunger.

It was safe to say that she was confused.

Regardless of that, she decided that she still needed to get back to the camp.

Since she was now in the final cavern that she was in before she was captured, she followed the signs they had left themselves until she was outside. It was dark, but the sky was clear and the stars were bright.

By the time she got back to the camp, it was well past bed call and everyone was inside their own tents with the exception of the few who were still up in the mess tent. Because she wasn't sure how long she'd been gone, it made the task of deciding what to do next quite tricky. Despite how conniving it seemed, she decided it best that she go to her tent and simply act as though she thought the day she had disappeared was a dream.

She looked around and was distraught when she couldn't find her tent. It had obviously been more than a few days, because they wouldn't have packed it up otherwise.

As she searched, a man walked out of the mess tent and towards her. He was tall with short dark brown hair and stubble over his chin. He wore jeans and a dark red v-neck sweater over his t-shirt, which had been what he wore when the two had first met. When she turned around and he saw her face, he froze.

"Dr. Laurent? Jennifer Laurent? Is that you?" He sounded shocked.

"Is that you, Kenneth?" she asked in return, recognizing her friend.

Jen was quite the sight without her usual attire. Or any attire, for that matter. Though most claimed they had, John was the only one in the expedition who had ever seen Jennifer without at least a bikini.

She realized that Ken was staring and covered herself as best she could.

He looked ashamed suddenly and looked away.

"You've been gone for months. We looked in the caves but we couldn't find any sign of you. What happened?"

Jen didn't quite know what to say, so she went with the first answer that seemed reasonable.

"I just woke up down by the caves and wandered back here. I have no idea where I was. I'm really cold and scared."

She put on her very best innocent lost girl expression and Ken gave her a look of concern.

"Well let's get you to the medical tent and get you checked out...and into some clothes."

Jen let him guide her to the large medical tent and pick out a gown which fit her. She would have been deeply relieved before, to have her dignity back in some part, but now it felt like nothing.

Apparently months ago, she had been raped by that flower. She had lost her virgin seal and had that strange plant fill her with...well with something. There were many questions still unanswered. But now, just hours earlier, she had willingly given her body to John. Whatever he was, in that moment she had wanted him to enter her once sacred channel and release his seed deep within it. As of that instant, she had nothing left of her purity to hide from hungry eyes.

Kenneth got her up on the middle of the three beds. The left was open but had evidently been used just a short time earlier for a casual exam of some sort. The one in the corner of the tent was enclosed by a curtain, probably in use by another patient.

"Are you feeling ill? I'm not sure what would be normal, because I'm not sure what you've been doing for the past three months, but what do you feel?"

Jen shrugged.

"I feel fine. Honestly. I just feel very tired and sore, like I've been asleep for a long time but in a really uncomfortable bed."

Ken nodded. He checked her vitals and attached a few monitors to her, but everything checked out. After taking a blood sample for testing, he couldn't think what else to do.

"I guess it would be best if you just rest here tonight" he finally concluded. "I'll close the curtains so that no one bothers you."

Jen thanked him and gladly lay down on the bed. Once he left and the lights dimmed, she drifted off to sleep.



Flowers of the Sapphire Moon Ch. 05



As Jennifer woke, she felt the soft embrace of the bedding sheets which she had fallen asleep in. It was a relief to be in bed, safe, surrounded by familiarity. She had a fleeting moment of doubt, a thought of hope that perhaps she had simply had a nightmare, but soon realized that she was in the medical tent. She hoped that she'd had an allergic reaction and had experienced a seizure or hallucinatory event.

She sat up and looked around. The curtains were closed, but she could see the forms of the larger instruments through the mostly opaque fabric.

There was a bedside table with some food on it, what looked like apple sauce, bread, and some steamed vegetables. She was hungry, so she quickly ate it all. She felt, full, yet somehow still painfully hungry.

She decided that since she felt fine enough, it would be alright to get up, so she slid her legs off the bed and took a breath. Sliding onto her legs, she found that she was standing without issue. At least she knew that whatever had happened, it was nothing too debilitating.

Sliding the curtain out of the way, she could now see the whole wall of the medical tent. She had been there just before she had left for her expedition into the cave, and everything was arranged differently than it had been.

"Maybe it's just been a busy day?" She thought to herself.

Her hopes were dashed as she saw a calendar on the wall with shifts drawn out. It had been a week since she had ventured into the cave, which left large stretches of unconsciousness between then and now. In fact, she could only remember a few hours of what had happened in that time, a day at most.

She wandered around the tent for a few moments, gathering her bearings and testing her memory. She recognized the equipment: She saw sealed scalpels, a small fridge with temperature-sensitive medicines, some bandages and other supplies. All her knowledge from beyond the last week seemed to be clear in her mind, so she probably wasn't suffering from some sort of retrograde amnesia. Still, her questions about her condition remained unanswered.

"Ah, there you are" came a voice from the door.

Jennifer swung around and found herself met by Ken's friendly smile. "I'm glad that you seem to be sure on your feet. How do you feel?"

Jennifer had to think about how to answer that question. "I'm not sure. I feel fine physically, except for being really hungry...I'm mostly just really confused...and I have no idea what happened in the last week."

Ken looked concerned. "Why don't you have a seat and tell me what happened, from the beginning." He gestured back towards her bed.

"Alright" she said, and made her way over to the bed. She sat down as Ken grabbed a chair and some charts. He sat down beside her, and she began explaining.

"We went down to explore the caves, and what we found was spectacular. There was a whole ecosystem it seems, rather deep underground. In fact, I found a plant larger than anything I'd ever seen, and...that what made the hunger pain start."

Jen's gaze had been drifting down, and she now looked up at Ken.

"Do you mind..." she gestured at the curtains.

"Oh, of course" he said, getting up.

He closed the curtain so that he could have a little privacy to talk with his patient, his friend, about why she was in pain.

"I don't quite know how to put it without sounding crazy, but...I had sex with the plant" she said hesitantly.

Ken looked confused.

"You see, it had this really large stamen...and I don't know why, but I ended up letting it...you know..."

"You penetrated yourself with it?" Ken suggested.

"No...it penetrated me..." Jen said awkwardly. "I was inside the flower. The stamen reacted to my weight, I guess, and pushed up inside of me."

"Have you noticed any irritation in your pubic region?" Ken asked.

"No, nothing...except this weird moving feeling. But when I was inside the flower, that's when I started to get this hunger."

"Maybe there's something in your blood work that can explain that" he suggested hopefully.

"Maybe..." she said, though she doubted it. Thinking about what the plant had done to her, she felt unusually turned on. She wanted to tell him about how it had deposited some kind of fluid in her, but she couldn't focus enough to describe it. She felt wetness between her legs and a shot of pain in her stomach.

As Ken looked over the blood screening and other test charts, he caught a whiff of something in the air. He took a breath and lost his focus on the charts, putting them down on the bedside table. It was somehow familiar and yet completely unlike anything that he had smelled before.

The sweet scent lingered in the air and Kenneth felt his dick slightly twitch every few seconds. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about sex, his mind exploding with images of both memory and fantasy. It was completely unreasonable, he thought, because he was usually very controlled while on the job.

He regained some semblance of professionalism and looked back at Jen. When he saw how pale she was, he felt a powerful attraction to her.

She stood by her bed and looked at him with a curious expression. She felt his glance drop for a nearly unnoticeable second to her breasts, then draw back up to her face. Jennifer knew what would make the pain stop. She knew what would satisfy her hunger. His tests may not have been able to detect her need, but it was clear to her. She didn't need science to explain it.

Kenneth cleared his mind again, struggling to keep an ounce of control.

"I'm not sure what else to do. You've obviously eaten and I've given you that booster to raise your blood sugar and electrolyte levels -- in case your body isn't absorbing nutrients from your food. I think you should just rest at this point and we can take another reading tomorrow. The tests still aren't showing anything wrong with you. Your body just needs some time to recover from whatever happened."

Jennifer saw her chance.

"I need something else, and I'm sure I know what it is..."

Ken raised an eyebrow.

She somehow knew how crude he was feeling, so there was surely a large part of him which was hoping she was making an advance. He waited in anticipation for her next words, caught between reality and the fantasy that began pervading his mind.

"Ken, I need you inside of me. I haven't had a man in so long, and I just can't stand it anymore. Please, I'm begging you."

He stood a few seconds, not sure if he'd just misheard. But he was sure of what she had said, and there was not enough reason left in him at that moment to stop him from fulfilling her request. Wordlessly, Ken pulled his sweater and shirt off and threw them onto the ground. He wasn't a bodybuilder, but his torso was in good shape and women found his body quite attractive. Being a doctor, most didn't ask for anything more than a good physique and broad shoulders.

Jen responded in kind, reaching down and gripping her one-piece medical robe. She slid the gown slowly up her naked body and pulled it over her head, tossing it aside. By the time it hit the floor, she could already see a sizeable bulge in Ken's jeans. It didn't take a second before he was sliding them off his legs along with his boxers.

"Lie down and I'll make you all better" he mused.

She obediently lied down on her back on the bed, spreading her legs and bringing her knees up at angles.

Ken could barely help from losing it right there, her lower lips sticking together for a second and then sliding apart, revealing her dripping wet slit. He could see the muscles in her tight hole already flexing, ready to stretch to accommodate him and massage his dick.

Jennifer felt the familiar feeling of something deep in her pussy shifting, stimulating her as it moved.

He could feel his penis pulsing. It stuck out eight inches, its rock hard length twitching in the air as it longed for her depths. He pulled a condom out of his wallet and tore the wrapping off, then rolled it down to the base of his shaft.

In all circumstances, he was known as a passionate and considerate lover by the women who slept with him. In fact, he made a point that he should never 'have sex' but rather make love to his partners. This meant that he never rushed, never pushed, and always gave his whole attention and being to the girl who he was with.

His father had once told him that a single kiss from a man who was passionate about it could be as erotic to a woman as sex with a man who wasn't. He didn't know if that comparison was quite accurate, but he remained quite set in his belief that careful ministrations and loving caresses were an integral part of good sex.

As he lay down on top of Jen, he began gently stroking her skin up from her stomach, trailing up and dancing his fingers between her breasts. Lying on her back, they stood up in perfect domes, trembling gently as he caressed all around them. They ached for his touch, nearly as much as her sopping pussy ached to be filled.

Slowly, he began encircling her breasts and traced his fingertips up their slopes, tweaking their nibs before lowering his mouth to one and nibbling gently on the perky little nipple which now stood up straight from her chest.

He massaged her other globe with tender care and she felt steady waves of pleasure as he touched her soft skin.

Despite how enjoyable the experience was, Jen couldn't wait any longer for her nourishment. She had no idea how long he could hold out once he was inside her, but the sooner his dick was wet with her juices the sooner she'd be filled with his seed.

As he began kissing her stomach, she pulled him up to her mouth and kissed him. He gently caressed her lips with his tongue and plunged into her first orifice, tasting her saliva and rubbing his body against her with each kiss.

She bit his lip and he pulled back suddenly.

"That hurt, Jen. I think you cut me" he complained.

He began looking around at the room, as if he had just snapped out of a daze, and looked down at her naked body beneath him.

"What the hell am I doing? What are we doing? This isn't right. I should just..."

His voice trailed off and his eyes seemed to glaze over. She saw his penis jerk as he reanimated, bringing it to her dripping opening and no longer making an effort to please her. He looked down at the thin film of latex which coated his dick. He could imagine it inside her, the tip pressing against the entrance to her womb, swollen with his seed. He knew it wasn't enough. His semen had to flow freely into her.

Rapidly, he slid the condom up his penis and it popped off, bouncing off her ass cheek and falling to the ground.

He grunted as he slid the tip of his cock up and down between her nether lips, lubricating his naked flesh with her copious juices.

"Don't worry, I'll pull out" he assured her as his swollen head popped past the first ring of contracting muscles and into her passage.

As Ken pushed his shaft deeper into her pussy, the urge to invade her only climbed to a higher intensity. He had never felt such overwhelming urges in his life. They completely overrode his desire to be gentle or reserved. The only thing that he needed was to bury his dick deep inside her and fill her.

He pushed in another inch and couldn't go any farther. He felt the familiar sensation and recognized that her passage ended with him only seven inches in, a bit short for an average woman. Then again, she was a tight one and he didn't mind.

Ken got a nice rhythm going, pumping her and bumping the head of his penis against her womb with each thrust, while her pussy massaged his dick. He was shocked when on one push he felt the very tip drive slightly farther into her, her cervix loosening slightly. With such a strong impregnation fetish, Ken began pushing himself even harder with each thrust.

After five more motions, he felt his dick pop forward and penetrate her deeper opening. With the thought that he was now inside her womb with the crown of his shaft, about to shoot off inside, he didn't even feel the prick behind his mushroom head. He didn't dare move from that spot, not realizing that he was caught within her when his head swelled up just past her inner seal.

"Oh god Jen, I'm stuck in you. It's just too much; I don't think I'm going to be able to hold myself much longer." His balls squeezed tight, ready to release their load.

Jen gave a moan. She could actually pinpoint the sensation well enough now that she could feel the rim of his head swell inside her and wedge him in.

"But Ken, I'm ovulating and I'm not on anything" she said, consciously massaging his member with her pussy muscles as she felt it stiffening before the finale.

When he registered what Jennifer had said to him, his fantasies became too much and he felt his dick start convulsing deep within her. With each jerk, his balls twitched and a burning hot jet of semen splashed into her.

She felt her own muscles give out and began shuddering under him, jolting every time she felt a spurt of his seed fire into her.

The pressure built up and whatever he was filling was stretched to its maximum. He felt as her muscles squeezed him out, sealing up and not wasting a drop of his cum. She shifted under him and he pulled the rest of the way out of her passage, his penis falling limp against his leg. After he was out of her, she felt the same shifting inside and wondered what it was that was moving within her. They fell asleep together on the bed, cuddled together as Jen's body began absorbing the fluids that it had collected.



Flowers of the Sapphire Moon Ch. 06



Part 6

Jen

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When Jennifer woke this time, there was no thought of nightmares and hallucinations. It was night still and it was hard to see, but she felt Ken's body draped over hers. They were both completely naked. There was a sensation of freedom for the first time since the whole experience had begun, realizing that she was a new person. Sure it was difficult to explain why she needed to be inseminated every day, or why every guy who met her now seemed to go out of control and want to do just that. But it was still easier than explaining why every guy got stuck in her, or why a nibble on their lip seemed to hurt them.

She turned onto her side and saw Ken's dick swelling. She wasn't very hungry and he obviously wasn't awake, but she felt the familiar motion inside her. She had noticed that whenever she saw a penis, the feeling happened. It was very faint, but she could almost tell what was happening just by the sensation. Something was rubbing along the sides of her pussy and as it stopped, it rested in the middle and touched all the walls. The only other sensation was a rubbing feeling on the entrance to her womb.

She turned onto her other side and took a few minutes to gently squeeze the muscles in her pussy, going up from her opening to the end. As she got about two thirds of the way in, she pressed on the opening that John and Ken had both penetrated. She felt it continue as she went farther, but then her passage expanded again -- as if the entrance was blocking off a deeper section.

When she got to the end, she constricted onto another big ring of muscles and took a gasp as a jolt of pleasure resounded throughout her body. Very gently, Jen felt the aperture and confirmed that it felt just like the one closer to her entrance. It was, however, many times more sensitive.

After she felt around on her pelvis and found a small fluid filled sac within, which made the first opening twitch when she rubbed it, she came to a conclusion about whatever had happened to her body. The first sac wasn't a womb, but more like a stomach. It contained Ken's semen and was right at that moment absorbing it into her bloodstream.

If that was true, then the second opening was most likely her actual cervix. She didn't know if it had always been that sensitive, but it was doubtful. Whatever had happened had vastly increased the precision and sensitivity of her nerves.

Rolling onto her stomach, Jen felt tired. She had done enough thinking for one night, and it would be morning before too long. If she wanted to sleep more, it would have to be right away. She drifted back off to sleep and began to dream about her secret fantasy. 

One of the reasons that she had been so turned on by the sex she'd been having was that every male had ejaculated right into her womb -- or so she had thought at the time. It satisfied her deep craving to be impregnated, which she had kept secret from everyone. Part of the reason why she stayed away from men was because she was afraid that they'd want to have unprotected sex and that she would be too turned on to say no. Jennifer had always wondered what she would do if they had, and then said that they didn't want to pull out. Now she had her answer.

Even as she dreamed, she felt her new realizations twist her fantasies. She felt a pressure on her back as her fantasy man mounted her. His penis drifted down between her thighs, turning her on. Her pussy started to lubricate, her juices collecting in her passage and drooling out over her clit. She could feel her lover teasing her, parting her lips and then pulling back, slathering himself with her dripping need. She felt his head pop in and then back out, her muscles gripping him and trying to hold him inside. 

She paused when she remembered that he would spend himself in the first orifice, thinking that it was her cervix. That would no longer satisfy her fantasy, now that she was pretty sure that she couldn't get pregnant if he filled that opening. She was sad that she was about to miss out on a chance to have unprotected sex, to be bred by a strong man. Her worry dissipated as she felt the shifting. The sac gently retreated back into the wall of her pussy as she lay there, waiting for her man to plunder her and give to her his seed. With the decoy out of the way, she knew that he would impregnate her. His semen would drench the walls of her womb and propagate inside, creating new life of their essences.

He thrust into her at that moment and pushed in seven inches, not finding the fake womb. At that, he pulled back a little and slipped in right up to his hilt, completely sheathed in her dripping passage.

He continued to pump her, but his head never touched her cervix. She could feel it, tensed at the invasion. She knew that it was completely sealed by the intense instinctual need she had to feel his cock on her cervix. All it needed was the steady massage of a dick as the tip thrust repeatedly against it, and it would open up for him. 

After a few minutes, she could feel her fantasy fading as his dick started to tense in her passage. She felt a shuddering orgasm begin, but knew that her womb wouldn't open up to him without direct stimulation.

She shook and massaged his cock as it pulsed; the first few jets splashed against her cervix before he began spewing a gooey torrent against the sealed opening deep within that it could not reach. Despite his best attempt, he was not enough; her body demanded to be bred by only the very best.

As Jen felt the real sensation of fluid filling her, she suddenly woke up. 

"Oh god, that feels so good" Ken said, lying on top of her back.

She pushed against him and he quickly pulled out, semen dripping from her as it flowed out the only way it could.

Her conscious mind was more afraid than turned on by the realization that her vagina was full of semen, and she prepared to beat and swear at Ken for his completely unacceptable behavior as she spun her upper torso around. Instead she stopped, staring at him, as he rolled off of her and fell unconscious to the floor of the tent. 

Her heart was pounding with fear, eroticism, and anger, leaving her with no idea what to do. She watched as a thick stream of semen oozed from her lips and dribbled down her leg onto the bed. She really hoped that no one had heard the thump when Ken fell, because she wasn't in the most flattering position. 

She picked up her medical robe from on the floor beside Ken and put it on, then checked his pulse. He seemed to just be unconscious, luckily. She slid the curtain aside just enough to make her way past it and made her way into the main area of the tent. As she walked out, Dr. Sook Hyun-jung walked into the tent carrying some charts.

Dr. Sook Hyun-jung -- or Haylee as she recommended the English-speaking scientists call her -- was a rather small woman, about a foot shorter compared to Jen, with a young face and a somewhat thin frame. She had cut her fine black hair since Jen had seen her last, and now had it in a short bob.

"Dr. Laurent!" She said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

Jennifer was still dazed from what had just happened. "I've been in a cave for the last week, apparently."

Dr. Sook looked confused.

"Where were you before that?" she asked, "You were gone for about three months and a week."

Jennifer was taken aback. Thinking back to it, Kenneth had mentioned something about months -- but she had thought that it had been a dream. Glancing at the calendar, it was indeed the week after it had been, but she hadn't noticed the month.

"How did you end up here?" Haylee asked, "Have you seen Ken? I mean, Dr. Landers? He was supposed to be here when I started my shift."

Jen didn't know what to say. From the tone of Haylee's voice, she and Ken had become more personal over the last few months. While it was just an impression, she thought it was more than likely that Dr. Sook would react badly to hearing that Jen had just had unprotected sex with him...twice.

She quickly tried to change the subject, instead of responding.

"Shifts? I thought that we were exclusively focused on the caves."

Haylee nodded. "Yeah, but after the three of you went missing, we called in a search and rescue team. Neither of them ever came back, so we've decided that the caves are completely off-limits until we get military escorts -- and that won't be for another few months at least..." She trailed off for a moment. "Well...you know how the military is about helping science projects like this."

Jen nodded. The military hadn't been keen on sharing what little information they had, never mind rendering some sort of active assistance. Then again, she wasn't sure what help the military could have been. She had freely gone into the flower, taken her clothes off, spread her legs, and let that plant...

She realized that she was getting wet again, thinking about it.

"Did John or Brett ever make their way back?" Jen asked, surprised that she hadn't thought to ask sooner.

"Neither of them came back" Haylee said, shaking her head.

Jen took a slow breathe. "I wonder what happened to them?"

~~ Three months earlier ~~

John

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"What on Earth happened?" John asked no one. 

He had a bad habit of talking to himself when he was frustrated, which was coming out a lot at the moment. He had just found himself back in the room where Jen had disappeared, after specifically following his own signs that pointed out towards the mouth of the cave. He wouldn't have minded wandering in circles as much, had he not been significantly weighed down by the girl he was carrying. Not to say that she was heavy (he certainly wouldn't say that to her), but she was a fully grown adult and weighed more than he was used to, since he usually only carried a few kilos of research equipment.

John decided to take a break and confirm that he was reading his signs correctly. Though he was pretty sure that he wasn't making any mistakes, the fact that he was unable to get out was evidence to the contrary.

Making his way into a large chamber nearby which contained a few of the strange pods, he wandered around and found a spot of ground that looked rather smooth and comfortable.

John gently knelt and rolled Amy off of his shoulder, resting her gently against the wall. It was almost serene, the way her face was completely relaxed. He checked her pulse once again, and found that she was still unconscious -- but definitely alive.

Finally able to take a breather, John leaned back against the wall of the cavernous room. The whole thing was so marvelous, really, if he could just get past the weird events that kept happening. The air was warm, but not hot, and he could feel his muscles already recovering from their strain.

Just as John was starting to feel a bit more normal, he heard the voice from before.

"You have done well, my son."

John swung his head around, but didn't know where to look; the voice seemed to be coming from everywhere. This time, he knew that it was real.

"What do you mean? What do you want from me?" John asked the strange voice.

"I already told you that," said the voice. "I am your father. I created you. I took the flawed human form that you were, and made you into something significant...a man who will finally restore my kind to their former glory."

John didn't know what to say, or what to make of the comments about 're-making' him, so he went with the obvious. "Who and what are you?" he asked.

"I am your father, your king. I am of the Tas. We were the first sentient beings, before your kind came to be. I am the Earth here; I permeate its soils and spread my influence throughout these lands." 

John watched as the same tendrils which grew through the caves sprouted up from the ground around him and Amy, encircling them.

"I am all around you...but do not fear. I mean you no harm. I have great plans for you. You have done well bringing the woman here."

Movement caught John's eye once again, and he glanced up at the wall above him in time to see tendrils burst forth with slow but steady force, snaking out from the smooth wall and making their way down to the two helpless humans.

"What's your plan for me, and what does she have to do with it?" John asked, as the tendrils inched ever closer. As they got within a couple feet, he noticed that they were curling around one-another to form makeshift ropes. More importantly, the four ropes of plant-vines were clearly headed towards Amy -- not him. He reached out to pull her away, but stalks with sharp spines sprang up between them.

"Hold on!" John called out to the voice, "What has she done to you? What are you planning to do to her?" There was no voice. "Answer me!" he demanded.

John watched, unable to help, as the vines raveled themselves around Amy's arms and legs, establishing a firm grip on her body before beginning to lift her up. They dragged her up the wall like a vertical conveyor, pulling her limbs in all different directions. Even so, the expression on her face was still peaceful.

"What are you doing to her?!" John shouted.

Finally, the vines stopped, holding her up against the wall at just over standing height.

"Do not worry, my son. I am not the one who did anything to her. I simply created you. You are the one who seeded her."

John paused at the last. "I didn't mean to do anything like that. It just happened." He really hadn't meant for any of that to take place... but the situation had gotten out of control so fast.

"Do not lament, my son. You have done well. You are an intentional step in my evolution, and this was as essential to your purpose as all that will come to pass. 'Genetics' as you call it is such a...tricky business...and I will need more samples before I am ready to begin the final step. Your new body has some of my essence within it, which allows you to use the human females for my purposes -- that is, to create more of the pods which you see behind you."

John turned around and took note of the pods, one of which had emerged from some time ago. He was still having a hard time getting a handle on what was going on.

"You must trust me, my son. Rest now, until you are needed again."

John suddenly felt a weight on his body, his posture sinking. One of the pods began unfurling its leaves as he watched, and he began walking over to it. He felt exhausted, more than he had moments ago. Approaching the pod, he examined the inside. It looked sort of slimy, but that seemed comfortable to him. He laid down into it, and curled up, embracing the warm fluids around him, his mind fogging over.

As the leaves curled up around him, he remembered his experience with the pod when it had resembled Jen. He hadn't let himself admit it until then, but he really cared for her. Even without the chemicals flooding his system, without the overwhelming urges that he faced, he knew that he had deeply enjoyed finally being with Jennifer -- even if it was only a fantasy.

John's dreams were strangely vivid as he rested inside the pod. He kept waking up in his dreams, taking care of Amy as her abdomen swelled. He saw himself gathering huge seeds from beneath her body which was somehow thin again, saw himself plant them around the cave, watched as he penetrated her again and filled her with his seed, and watched the process repeat.

Some time seemed to pass, and then he dreamed of awaking again. He watched as Amy awoke and saw himself helping her down from the vines. Was he still dreaming? He could smell something in the air, like a sweet flower, and Amy wandered away past him. She made her way over to where the flower had been, but in his dream there was only a dense forest of giant petals on the ground -- as if the flower had opened up completely, and blossomed, exposing the inner structure.

Amy walked up towards the center of the flower. Was it really Amy? She looked different from the Amy that he had just met the day before, and not just because she seemed foggy in his dream. She was pretty before, but this Amy was more feminine that she had been. Her lush blonde hair seemed to flow farther down her back, ending only a foot from her ass which was now more rounded and filled out. Her hips swayed as she walked. They were wider now, as if to counterbalance her breasts, which had gone from an average C to the perkiest set of Ds that John had ever seen -- in dreams or otherwise.

Perhaps, John thought, his mind was filling in the details to match the rest of his dreams. He had heard that women's bodies sometimes filled out while they were pregnant, and his imagination might be trying to visualize what that would be like.

Amy slowed down as she approached the center of where the flower had stood closed, an elevated area which had only a pair of petals and a large curved appendage. His dreams had sure become strange since that incident with the plant -- because he could swear the plant's pistol looked like a giant cock. His thoughts were confirmed as Amy fell to her knees and began stroking the pistol. He was literally dreaming about a woman having sex with a plant.

He was pleasantly surprised when his dream Amy lowered herself onto all fours and gave him a nice clear view of her pussy, which was dripping with lubrication. For some reason his dream Amy had a thin bush of blonde pubic hair, even though he'd liked her clean-shaven pussy when he'd seen her in real life. 

He could see his body moving towards her, the rounded cheeks of her ass coming into focus. His cock was so hard, he wasn't surprised when he came up behind her and started rubbing the head of his dick up and down her wet slit. It felt just as good as he remembered it, only she was wetter than he ever imagined a girl could get.

He stopped when he heard the voice again.

"She is fertile. You must not interfere with the breeding" it commanded him.

He saw his body pull back from her and her head came up from the plant shaft.

"No please, I want you so bad. I loved having your seeds inside me... Please, give me your child this time" she begged, looking back at him. Her face was contorted in an expression of fear and desperation, yet there was something about her eyes that made her look drugged.

"I will give you what you need" came the voice, obviously filling her head as clearly as John's. He watched the shaft begin throbbing in Amy's hand and watched her gaze fall heavily on it as thick light-green gel oozed from the tip and drooled over her hand -- which was still firmly gripping the plant-cock.

Even though he was incredibly turned on, he watched himself back off from her. She got up and came to him, gripping his shaft and pumping it. "You know I'm yours" she whispered in his ear. He felt the hairs on his neck stand up, the feeling so sharp and real. He really was awake. This was happening.

John looked down at Amy, whose perky D tits were actually right in front of him, whose hands were actually working his shaft, who he had actually...bred? What else could explain the changes in her body, and the dreams?

He felt her bend his cock down between her legs and rubbed her sopping wet pussy back and forth along the top of his shaft. "I think I'm ovulating" she whispered to him. His cock twitched and stiffened even more, begging for her pussy.

She turned back around and seductively walked back onto the flower. Almost in slow motion, she dropped herself onto all fours and looked back at him, reaching back and spreading the flushed red lips of her tight passage. "Come get it if you want it" she teased.

A sudden pain shot up John's leg. He looked down to find a pair of plant stalks wrapped around his ankle, pouring venom into his blood. He felt himself slipping away.

"Tell her to get on the petal," father commanded.




Flowers of the Sapphire Moon Ch. 06



"Get on that petal" John instructed her.

"Whatever you want," Amy said submissively, crawling onto the petal.

The petal formed to her body and she sunk into it slightly. She tasted the small pool of fluid in front of her face and seemed to calm, relaxing her body and trusting her weight to the petal. The second petal came down over top of her and spread open, lining up its opening with her dripping pussy.

John backed off and went back to the pod as the plant's shaft began to slide out. It came out at an angle and drove itself towards Amy's fertile channel. It positioned the throbbing head right at her tight pussy, moving steadily forward and finally forcing the oversized glans into her dripping hole.

John curled back up into the pod and his dream faded away, just as the giant pole buried itself in Amy's flesh and she moaned loudly. As the darkness returned, he heard the rustling sound of the flower closing back up.

But then he was awake again. Did he get up? That's right, he had heard Jen's voice. Where was she? He saw someone who looked like Jennifer, standing near him. She was so beautiful, and...naked? He was talking to her, looking around, looking at her. She needed him, and he knew he had to help her. He watched his body moving towards her, pressing against her, pleasing her. He loved her, needed her, needed to help her. He shoved his cock into her soft flesh and buried himself within her, knowing he had to spill his seed into her, knowing he had to satisfy her. He could sense father's satisfaction flowing out from the flower as John pressed Jen firmly against its outer petals. John could hear Amy's whimpers from within the flower, begging the plant to stop. Even as he pressed Jen against the outside of the flower and poured his essence into her womb, he knew that father was doing the same to Amy on the other side of the petals. He heard both women burst into orgasm at the feeling of being filled.

He wished that he could have been the one to take Amy. Even so, he wanted Jennifer. He wanted to stay with her forever. He tried to stay with her, but he could see himself backing off, walking back to the pod and getting in. He was finally with her, but his body wouldn't obey his wishes. Despite his calls to stop himself, he couldn't stop his motions.

"Get up!" he shouted silently.

"Get up!"

A choked cough. John felt the pod opening up around him, exposing him to the air. He coughed again. Was that all a dream? His body felt awake, rested. He looked down at his hands and his body. 

"Five fingers per hand, five toes per foot..." he mumbled to himself. Even as a geologist, he had never really approved of the idea of counting fingers and toes. If he was to misplace something, he seriously doubted that it would be an appendage. Still, given the circumstances, he felt confident that nothing was currently 'beyond reasonable', strictly speaking.

He righted himself, and slid off the pod's surface. It curled up and closed behind him, a small cord withdrawing into it.

He looked down at his belly button, where he remembered it being attached to him in the dream. His belly button was strange looking and had tiny furled leaves around it. Looking farther down, his penis was virtually non-existent -- just a flaccid head directly contacting his pubic area.

"Well fuck me" he said, quite disappointed. He was really hoping that it was all just a really long, perverse, and disturbing dream. It would still have been odd to imagine that he'd come up with all that, but at least that way he could just butter up the experience with a healthy dose of denial. Unfortunately, that didn't work nearly as well on real events -- since he'd still wake up with no dick-shaft tomorrow.

He gave a long sigh, brushing the slime off of his body and examining the cave structure. He had always been haunted by people calling him a pessimist, when he was really a pragmatist. This circumstance provided the perfect opportunity to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was the latter.

There was no sign of anyone else in the cave, just a standard cave formation caused by... He hesitated. The cave walls were smooth, but didn't match any sort of formation pattern that he recognized. It was almost as if the room had been formed by something artificial. His focus drifted to the giant flower, which was closed. Somehow, if what he had experienced was true, he didn't have trouble believing that the cave had been created by the flower -- as ridiculous as that would have seemed when he'd first made his way down to the room.

Just then, he felt something strange. It was the sensation that he had felt in the past, when he heard someone calling for help, screaming, or shouting in urgency. He could feel it coming from above, outside the caves. He could feel it coming from Jennifer.

Without a moment of hesitation, he rushed out of the room and hurried towards Jen.

*To be continued*