An adventurous young virgin is deflowered and bred by strange vines in an ancient jungle temple.
Warning: This 4,800 word story contains explicit adult content, including multiple penetration, dubious consent, and the breeding and impregnation of an adventurous young virgin by a strange organism with psychic powers, hypnotic pollen, and enough vines to fill every hole! More
When her expedition to a lost temple is unexpectedly cut short by the natives, grad student Jenn Reed refuses to be scared away by dire warnings of a mysterious "sex vine." She sneaks away from camp, determined to find the lost temple on her own.
But what she discovers is an altar where an ancient people gave its young women to a sentient vine with an insatiable lust for innocent flesh.
Jenn is the first virgin on the altar in hundreds of years, and the vine has never been more eager to plant its seed in fertile virgin soil.
Warning: This 4,800 word story contains explicit adult content, including multiple penetration, dubious consent, and the breeding and impregnation of an adventurous young virgin by a strange organism with psychic powers, hypnotic pollen, and enough vines to fill every hole!
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice quivering with fear as she lay motionless on the altar, her legs and arms bound by smooth, warm vines that pulsed with some strange energy.
"To plant our seeds in fertile soil." Two green tendrils slithered up her thighs and wrapped themselves around the elastic belt of her pants. Jenn looked up at the ceiling, where her flashlight still shone on the glyph of the virgin on the altar. Below it, the symbol for fertility gained a new meaning as she suddenly understood.
Oddly, understanding what the vines meant to do to her held no more horror; she had feared death just moments before, after all. "But why me?" she said.
"No other seed has been planted here," the vines responded in Chet's soft voice. "You are ours alone."
"And if I don't want to be your... soil?"
Low laughter filled her head. "You will beg for it," the vines declared. The tendrils yanked at her belt with surprising strength and pulled it free of its loops with a thwipping sound. Then they curled into her waistband and pulled downward, peeling her pants down over her thighs. The vines restraining her ankles loosened and pulled off her boots, and the pants followed.