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Personal Narrative: My Lazyme
I felt one of the vines probe the entrance of my pussy! I tried to wriggle free but I was completely restrained by the other vines. The vine began to push its way inside of me; I surmised the rumours from the Argonian were true. I was getting pleasured by a plant! The vine pushed its way deeper and then began to expand inside of my canal. I felt another vine slip between my buttock cheeks and probe. The vine pushed its way inside my asshole, it began to expand and push deeper into my ass, mimicking the movements of the vine in my pussy. The vine in my pussy went deeper than anything ever had, deeper than any human could, for the first time ever I was truly full. A further vine rose from the water. It was several shades of green lighter and …show more content…
These vines were thing as hairs and about twenty to each nipple. I felt an odd sensation as several of these pushed inside my nipples. As I became accustomed to my nipples being fucked, another of the "hair vines" began to tease my clitoris. As I felt the hair vines finish and pull out I wondered when the others would finish. They had been pounding my ass throat and pussy furiously for what seemed like a long time, and I wondered if they would cum too. I had lost count of how many orgasms I'd had since this began, but I felt another one coming on. I tensed and moaned against the vine that was furiously fucking my throat, as I felt the familiar waves of pleasure wash over …show more content…
I began to clench my pussy around the thick vine inside of it. The vines sensing my intentions began to fill me up with a thick liquid, even this felt heavenly. My womb expanded a little from the amount of liquid that filled it. The vines in my mouth and ass didn't produce nearly as much. I didn’t have time to ponder this as another set of tentacles replaced the first but the waves of pleasure were too much and I passed out. When I woke I was back in the cave, the inner door was closed, all my gear was neatly beside me and the sun was shining on me through the hole in the roof. My body looked just the same except my lips were a little pink and fluffy and my breasts felt a little larger than

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