~All Tied Up Tags: Yuri, Monstergirl - Alraune (with 'Tentacle'), Loli Liliana wasn’t exactly in the best of positions. The young girl did have a bad habit of always wandering into awkward messes. Usually they could be explained away with ‘I fell’ or ‘I was exploring this thing when suddenly…’ This one… well, it took a little more explaining. Considering that the end result was that she found herself tied up and interrogated by an alraune, it stands to reason that this one wasn’t her usual fare. She was a sheltered girl, living in a tiny wooden cottage in the centre of a verdant forest. She lived only with her mother, far away from civilisation and the nearest human contact. Carefree, happy and enamoured with the woods around her, she developed a love for nature and all its glory, her amber eyes always beheld some sense of wonder wherever she roamed. She had a gift for plants, her hunger for botanical knowledge was insatiable and when human contact did come calling, all she cared about was learning more about the beautiful flowers and trees around her. Her mother didn’t always care for her little adventures, brushing twigs out of knotted, wavy hair was not her idea of a good time. At the very least, most of the dirt and grit was hard to see among her auburn tresses, but it was still a point of frustration. Not that the young girl cared much, she was always too busy excitedly chattering about this flower and that. It was understandable how she always ended up in awkward positions as a result. As for the alraune? It all started about an hour prior to that fateful interrogation, Liliana was exploring the woods in an area slightly wider than her normal range. She had come upon an odd trail of flowers that she couldn’t identify. Her curiosity got the better of her and she followed the trail into a small cave at the foot of some near-impassible foothills. The flowers grew thicker the more she wandered into the cave, until she exited into a sunlit glade. Her curiosity was rapacious, and within fifteen minutes she had already explored every corner of the tiny glade, discovering that the cave was the only way in or out. It took another fifteen for her to mark out the boundaries and form a mental map of it. Within another fifteen she was already starting to take a mental inventory of the plant life that grew within it. She was astounded, enthralled by what she saw, plants she couldn’t identify were all around her. The truth was that none of these plants occurred naturally in that area, but somehow they all thrived in this beautifully tended grove. That’s when Liliana paused. Beautifully tended. Someone was looking after these plants, wildflowers didn’t arrange themselves so vividly, blue roses didn’t grow in the thickets, and she had never seen a palm tree before. She wondered who could have created this little grove, it was like a mini paradise to her. She looked forward to meeting the one who had started all this, the one who had begun such marvellous work. It might have been a touch naive and a tad misguided. Liliana was taken by surprise when the vines lashed out, yanking her off her feet and securing her a meter or so off the ground, her body splayed spread eagle, wrists and ankles secured and tied down, and one particularly thorny vine wrapped around her throat in a clear threat against struggling. Out from the leaves emerged a figure, her body language was a challenge, her countenance a symbol of contempt. When Liliana saw her however, she was not fear struck or terror ridden, not like the many would be defilers who died screaming, whose bodies fed the flowers and brought life to this once barren piece of dirt. No, Liliana was awestruck by her beauty. The alraune was tall, athletic and lithe. Her graceful steps made it easy to forget that she wasn’t truly human. Her footfalls left not a print in the soil, her passing left not a rustle on the leaves. Calling her a plant in the body of a person was missing something, but the common tongue didn’t quite have the words to explain the intricacies and nuances. She tended this grove, it was her home and her world, but she herself grew as a part of it. She was this world. The alraune stepped into the light of day, her green tinged skin seemed to roil as if welcoming the light and the leaves and vines that wrapped around her in a sense of modesty shifted to absorb as much of it as they could. The alraune took her time, pausing to let the light bath her for a moment. Invigorated, she moved with a purpose, striding towards Liliana. The vines were massive and were growing from the alraune’s back, two massive flowers that adorned the alraune’s shoulderblades housed them in a mimicry of angel wings. “Why are you in my grove little girl?” Liliana didn’t quite pick up on the malice in her voice, the girl was too busy admiring this woman’s beauty. The alraune’s hair resembled the roots of a fig tree and was adorned with roses in what almost was a crown. Liliana pictured her own hair with a similar adornment. “Girl, I’m speaking to you…” “Oh, sorry. Just admiring your wreath…” The alraune cocked her head, noting the distinct lack of fear. It gave her pause. “I must insist, why are you here?” “Oh this grove? I was exploring! Happened on it by accident, I don’t usually stray this far from home you see…” “Exploring…” The alraune had heard that one a thousand times before, “It never once occurred to you that some places might be… dangerous?” “It occurs to me all the time!” Liliana chimed, “I mean, I try not to climb the mountain because there might be bears up there and there’s no interesting flowers up there, and besides it gets cold and the wind is bad and I like being closer to the ground where it’s warmer and the grasses are greener and the flowers aren’t wilted!” The alraune wondered how the little girl managed to breathe. She folded her arms, “Had you considered that maybe this grove was being protected?” “Tended at least, I mean, blue roses? Who does that? I’ve never seen a blue rose before! It’s really pretty too. If you did it, you did a good job here. As mummy would say, this is a place to die for!” This struck the alraune in the core of her being, “Yes child. Yes is would be. Some might argue that it’s a place to kill for.” Liliana was far too distracted with the surroundings, completely apathetic to the thorns on her neck, “I’ve never seen some of these plants before and I grow lots of plants too! I grow lots and lots because my house needs more green around it, looks a little brown at the moment because some of those trees near us are kind of mean to the littler bushes and shrubs and steal all their water. Water stealers!” The alraune approached, lowering the girl to her look her in the eyes, “So… you plant…?” “Oh yes, all the flowers I can! I need to make my house as pretty as I can make it! The creeper vines are doing a bad, bad job of it, so I need something more vibrant! Some of these flowers would be perfect for it!” A flash of rage shot across the alraune’s face, but she tried to contain it. Liliana continued, “So far I’ve got roses and hibiscuses and lilies and in the massive clearing deeper in the woods, there’s a lavender field!” “Do you always get this… exuberant over flowers?” asked the alraune. “Well, they’re the prettiest things I know in this world! Well, except for you. You’re prettier because you’re a very pretty lady mixed with a very pretty flower. You smell pretty too, like all the roses were mixed into the nicest perfume!” The alraune wasn’t sure what struck her first, the compliment or the cheer honesty of that smile. “Not many little girls find me pretty,” a white lie, the reality was that not many little girls even met her. “How could you not?” asked Liliana, trying to lean forward in earnest despite her binds, “I mean, you’re beautiful!” she dragged out the last word, wrung it out for all its worth. The alraune lowered her, allowing her to stand back on her own feet. The alraune was surprised, the girl looked taller before. Liliana was just at her chest height. “I’m Liliana!” the girl introduced herself, reaching out for a handshake. The alraune took it, hesitantly. When the alraune remained silent, Liliana pushed the subject, “What’s your name?” “… I’m… I’m Tristania,” The alraune was clearly uncomfortable. Giving her name seemed like some kind of betrayal to herself. Liliana’s smile widened as she simply surged forward and hugged Tristania, burying her face in the alraune’s cleavage. Tristania stammered and wasn’t sure what to say. In her mind, the girl had made an openly sexual advance, the clearest expression of interest possible. In Liliana’s mind, a hug was a hug and the warmer and snugger the better. Two sheltered existences, two inexperienced viewpoints clashing. Tristania was blushing as the girl buried herself as deep into the hug as possible. “Hey… you really… think I’m that pretty?” asked Tristania. Liliana looked up and nodded, beaming. Tristania examined the girl, tenderly sweeping the hair out of her eyes. Tristania smiled, “You’re… really… you’re…” Liliana cocked her head, unsure of where the alraune was taking this. “You’re pretty too…” she didn’t have quite the words to explain it, but something wild was stirring in her. The vines once again wrapped around Liliana, this time tenderly, gently. They lifted Liliana slightly, so that the girl was head height with Tristania. “You’re quite tender for a human, caring for the flowers so…” “I always will care for them!” chimed Liliana as she wrapped her arms around the alraune’s neck. “Care for me the same…” “Huh?” The alraune’s body felt warmer to her, her chest heaving in the breaths that were trying to keep up with her racing heart (or analogue thereof). Tristania swallowed, “Make love to me…” Liliana wasn’t sure what was happening, but when Tristania leant forward, locking lips into a deep kiss, Liliana decided it didn’t matter. She had never been kissed like that before! The ones her mother gave her when she tucked her in were one thing, but this… moments passed as the alraune gently pulled Liliana into the tightest of embraces, and before long Liliana found Tristania’s tongue sneaking past her lips, exploring her mouth. Liliana tried to keep kissing Tristania back, around the protruding tongue. A short mental debate raged as to whether she should repay the favour in kind or not, but when Tristania’s vines started snaking their way up her legs, something primal called and Liliana found herself wrapping her own tongue around the alraune’s. It couldn’t have come at a better time for Tristania, who was burning with anticipation. She tried to steady her own breaths, focusing her energy on the kisses, but she had to have more. A bunch of vines wrapped around behind Liliana’s knees and under her rear, steadying her into a kind of chair. The vines snaked their way up the little girl’s sun dress, hiking it up. A confused Liliana merely cocked her head, especially when Tristania parted the girl’s knees. The first thing she discovered was the Liliana wasn’t wearing any underwear. The tiny pussy’s gentle stream of juice glistened in the open sun, “not wearing anything under there…?” the question was more a steadying call, a statement to herself to rein her passions in, to savour it the moment. “I like the feel of the wind up there!” grinned Liliana, “mummy says I shouldn’t but… it feels nice…” “And you feel warm down there…?” asked Tristania, trying not to openly salivate. “Since you started kissing me. Is there something wrong…?” a look of genuine concern crossed her face. “Nothings wrong. In fact, it’s better than I would have hoped.” A pair of vines snaked up the inner thighs, the approach causing Tristania to lick her lips. When the vines reached the pussy, the tips very gently slid to the vulva and parted it, slowly but carefully. The sight of the exposed lady-flesh caused Tristania’s heart to pound, rattling her chest and causing her whole body to shake and shudder slightly. Tristania practically pounced, dropping to her knees and pressing her face into the girl’s pussy. She heard Liliana gasp as she buried her lips into the vulva, thrust her tongue into the vagina proper. The girl tasted like honey and hazelnut, an oozing, addicting sweetness. But only so much sweetness was to be had, Tristania had found one thing that made her feel even more elated than the taste, it was listening to the short, cutesy moans, the high pitched gasps and joyful squeals. Tristania knew what would help that particular cause. She withdrew her face as more vines snaked up the girl’s legs. She looked Liliana in the eye as a few of her vines gently lifted her dress higher and higher, “did you like that?” The girl nodded, face reddened and smile broad. Tristania’s breath was escaping her, the sun dress had been lifted off the girl completely, Liliana complying without a moment’s pause. Tristania was transfixed on the girl’s body, which was almost as lithe and acrobatic as hears. Years of hopping between rocks, roots and trees made for an almost fox-like agility, and the alraune can see it in the muscle tone, and how a delicate form had an air of strength to it. Tristania stood, sliding her hands from Liliana’s hips in a slow caress up to the girl’s chest. Despite being flat chested, Liliana’s form was still distinctly feminine, distinctly alluring. She fondled the girl’s nipples as the vines went to work, slipping into the girl’s pussy and tickling her clit. Liliana let out a long, drawn out moan upon entry and continued moaning as the vines thrust, starting at a gentle, steady rhythm. Tristania had other ideas. With a thought, the leaves and vines that made up her ‘clothing’, receded, leaving the alraune completely naked and exposed. Liliana gazed at her with lustful eyes, scanning from her strong legs, up to her lap and locking eyes with her firm breasts. She reached out, snatching for them, but they were just out of reach. Tristania complied with the request, leaning forward and letting the girl fondle and play with them. It wasn’t long before Liliana leant forward as much as she could and wrapped her lips around one of the nipples, rolling her tongue as best as her body could remember from when she was but a bub. Tristania let out a gasp, she didn’t expect it to leave a shiver across her skin. The alraune lead one of Liliana’s hands, which was at that point doing nothing but trying to hold her breast steady, down past her navel and to her pussy. “P-play with me there…” Tristania moaned as she opened Liliana’s hand and directed her to massage her clit, “keep caressing me there, oh my you’re so warm…” Liliana giggled and pulled her mouth away from the nipple, “your vines seem to want to race me. I think I can keep up…” Tristania swallowed, “lets see then…” Suddenly the vines surged in speed, the thrusts becoming a pounding force that drove deep into the girl’s pussy. Liliana clenched as tightly to Tristania as she could, the raw feeling behind the thrusts were not only unprecedented, but they felt just so damn good. She responded by trying to stuff her fingers rather ineloquently into Tristania’s pussy. The alraune responded to the sudden discomfort by reaching down and parting her vulva to allow the girl entry. When Liliana found purchase, she immediately stuck three of her tiny fingers inside and thrust. Liliana felt a warm, sticky feeling at her fingers, but at no point did she have the thought to pull it out and investigate. She only wanted to mimic the vines, thrust in as deep inside the alraune as she was in her. Sexually inexperienced and completely lost in her emotions, Liliana didn’t last very long. Her gasps and yelps were increasing in volume and frequency, and Tristania could feel through her vines that the girl’s body was writhing, shuddering, seizing. She could feel the pussy tighten, the heart beat harder, and breaths grow shorter. She was on the edge… The gentle little push came in the form of a kiss, Tristania planting her lips to the back of Liliana’s neck. The gentle, loving gesture was all it took for the girl to stop moaning and start screaming, her body shaking violently, convulsing with every thrust. There was a point where Liliana found she couldn’t breath, the vines stealing the breath from her with each successive pound. And then it came, a feeling that kind of crept on her but shot through her body with the force of a battering ram, innervating her all in one hit and causing her to let out of the loudest shriek. And then her breath steadied, Tristania’s vines slowed and eventually stopped. Liliana withdrew her fingers from Tristania and looked at them, a sticky white-yellow ooze had formed on them. She smelt it, it smelled like roses. “It’s nectar…” admitted Tristania, “This one is a mild aphrodisiac too… so unless you want to-” She cut herself off when Liliana gave it a taste. The sweetness was almost too much, but Liliana was immediately enamoured and quickly cleaned her whole hand off of the nectar. “Gods above that tastes amazing!” chimed Liliana, “Where can I find more!?” Tristania smiled and some vines wrapped around her, raising her into a kind of seat that was raised over Liliana’s. She manoeuvred the system so that Liliana was face to face with her pussy. Tristania opened the lips to reveal the teal coloured, velvet textured pussy. “As much in there as you can eat out,” Tristania gave a wink. Liliana didn’t bother replying, burying her face between the alraune’s legs. The little girl accidentally found a good position for it too. While she was penetrating the alraune with her tongue, caressing Tristania with her lips, Liliana had put her nose to Tristania’s clit, her warm breath eliminating the need for Tristania to play with it herself. With little else to do while the girl was earnestly drinking from her thighs, lapping up every drop of the alraune’s sweet nectar, she found herself playing with her own breasts, tweaking her own nipples and caressing her own body. The girl’s lack of finesse and experience was made up with her rapaciousness, greedily invading every possible angle that the Tristania’s body could possibly allow access to. Tristania tried to hold off as long as she could, maintain herself on the edge of her own orgasm to savour it, but when the tip of Liliana’s tongue spent a few moments too long on the g-spot, there was no going back. Tristania found herself moaning. She didn’t scream like the girl, far too reserved, far too introverted. She didn’t yelp, call or gasp… …Until Liliana tripped over the most perfect of angles. Tristania let loose calls that she wasn’t aware she had the lungs to perform as her whole body shuddered and tensed. Tristania tried to hold it back, but it was a beast that wouldn’t stay penned. She let loose one last scream, a call so wild, so primal that it make Liliana a more than a little wet between the legs to hear. When the orgasm came calling, Liliana found the nectar rushing out into her mouth and dribbling down her chin. She panicked and tried to catch all of it so that not a drop was wasted. When Tristania’s body relaxed and Liliana lapped up the last of the nectar, she clambered up and collapsed on top of Tristania. “You know…” said the alraune, “if you spent longer at my breast, you would have suckled that same nectar from me.” Liliana grinned, “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said in a tone that was more sultry than Tristania thought her capable. Tristania smiled, “It’s nice to have so earnest a lover…” Liliana giggled, “does that mean I’m welcome in this grove” “Whenever you want.” “I like that nectar, so I’ll definitely be coming back.” “Well, there’s more where that came from. Just give me twenty minutes…” Tristania chuckled. “Okay, I’ll wait. Does… does my nectar taste as good as yours…?” Tristania nodded, “Just as sweet, but what do you expect when coming from such a sweet girl?” “We should do that all again! That was fun!” “As I said. Twenty minutes. Till then, lets see about putting some of these pretty flowers in your hair…”