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Skyle stumbled towards the stream, somehow feeling it might give her sanctity or absolution. But no such luck, for the halpless elf, as her tummy just kept swelling ever so slowly. The stream just within eyesight she finally dropped onto all fours as her sex spasmed with an overwhelming lust, something wiggling within her.. no.. out of her, and with a gushing of her own fluids and still some cum from the plant, she felt herself birthing.. something..
Looking behind her, it was similiar to the plant that had assaulted her, just smaller, pale and half see-through.. and looking at them, her children, her plant-children, a strange wave of nausea as well as pride hit her.. so much so that she almost didn't notice the plant returning. It's twisted, bulbous stalk dripping more fertile liquid, almost invitingly and, with Skyla doubled over and struggling with the twisted joys of birth, she could offer little resistance as the breeding stalk, almost softly, sensually rubbed up against her sex once more, warm and dripping wetness, slowly spreading her flower and inserting itself, spreading her open and pushing right back into her stretched birth-canal.
There was first a gurgling, then a gushing and, with a discharge of white, sticky liquid into her, Skyla had just been bred again, the plant pulsating slightly, stimulating her, propably without reason, as she was still trapped in the afterglow of her recent motherhood.
She could watch the little ones scamper under her chest, nuzzling up to her breasts.. although nothing happened there.. or did it? With a startle Skyla realized her belly had not been the only thing that had swollen to a new size...
Looking behind her, it was similiar to the plant that had assaulted her, just smaller, pale and half see-through.. and looking at them, her children, her plant-children, a strange wave of nausea as well as pride hit her.. so much so that she almost didn't notice the plant returning. It's twisted, bulbous stalk dripping more fertile liquid, almost invitingly and, with Skyla doubled over and struggling with the twisted joys of birth, she could offer little resistance as the breeding stalk, almost softly, sensually rubbed up against her sex once more, warm and dripping wetness, slowly spreading her flower and inserting itself, spreading her open and pushing right back into her stretched birth-canal.
There was first a gurgling, then a gushing and, with a discharge of white, sticky liquid into her, Skyla had just been bred again, the plant pulsating slightly, stimulating her, propably without reason, as she was still trapped in the afterglow of her recent motherhood.
She could watch the little ones scamper under her chest, nuzzling up to her breasts.. although nothing happened there.. or did it? With a startle Skyla realized her belly had not been the only thing that had swollen to a new size...