Re: Evelen (Tiffanian)
When Evelen dropped her spear and opened her mouth, the plant immediately pushed a slimy vine into her mouth, and she began to suck and lick hungrily. The aphrodisiac quickly went to work on her, turning her on even more as she surrendered completely to her attacker, which began to caress her entire body. Where it touched the red, sore streaks of skin where it had slapped at her earlier the pain melted away, quickly becoming pleasurable. The tendrils picked her up, carrying her deeper into the plant, and she allowed herself to go limp in their embrace, knowing she would never have to move on her own again.
The plant didn’t waste any time, and as soon as it set Evelen down it pounded a vine into each of her lower holes. It was very rough, but the aphrodisiac ensured that she felt no pain. She let out muffled moans, still sucking eagerly on the vine in her mouth, her mind already starting to get dazed by the pleasure. Soon her nipples were pierced by syringe-like vines, which pumped something into her breasts that made them quickly swell up, and she could feel an incredible need to be milked as pressure built inside of them. She almost begged, but she didn’t have to wait long enough that it would be necessary, as suction cups clamped over them and began to suck on her breasts, draining her milk. Vaguely she wondered if it tasted like Celesta’s. The vines continued to use her roughly, and as a little tendril began to rub and poke at her clit Evelen came hard, crying out around the tendril still leaking aphrodisiac into her mouth. She didn’t quite come down from the pleasure, though, and her mind slowly began to shut down in the face of the constant bliss. The plant’s tendrils guided her arms and legs into small holes in its main body until she was stuck firmly inside, preventing her from moving for the rest of her life. She certainly didn’t care by now, of course. More vines forced their way into her, until she was stretched to her limit, three thick tendrils pounding her pussy and ass. She was letting out a long, continuous moan by now, intense pleasure gripping her body and wracking her mind, which was slowly receding into dull acceptance of the stimuli. The vines pistoned deeper into her, eating the excess food in her intestines as the aphrodisiac slime nourished her. Evelen’s breathing slowed down, as did her heartbeat, until there was no wasted energy. She could feel herself becoming no more than a bundle of nerves, one long, continuous orgasm holding her in its grip as the vines pounded her and milked her swollen breasts.
With time Evelen drifted off to sleep, the intense fucking and the aphrodisiacs giving her wonderful, dirty dreams for as long as she slept. Days were passing, and the plant began to fill her seeds, each one giving her an even more intense pleasure. Her breasts continued to swell and grow, her milk output increasing as the vines continued to suck out her milk. Eventually the tendril would poke at her mouth, and she would open it happily, sucking down her slimy meal with enthusiasm until it sent her drifting off to sleep again. The cycle repeated every day, her body always filled with pleasure as she loosed her continuous moan, and now she was even more filled with seeds, as she became more and more just a bag of flesh to hold the plant’s seeds. Months passed, until her skin was a light green color, and her breasts were enormous. Her internal organs had shrunk and become more efficient as the plant had taken over many of her bodily functions, allowing her womb to increase to a simply huge size, so that she could hold ever more seeds. Over the months she gained company to either side, but she didn’t notice, focused only on her erotic dreams and on the intense pleasure she was experiencing.
The years began to roll by, and Evelen’s skin turned a darker shade of green, her hair purple now and down to the middle of her back. Much of the rest of her hadn’t grown, though, as her new body directed nutrients almost exclusively to the places necessary to keep her alive and able to bear seeds. Her belly was huge and full of seeds, and in her lust-addled mind she almost wished she could rub it with what had once been her hands. Even now the same vines spread her sloppy holes, pounding into her, driving her to the perpetual height of pleasure. Each time she birthed a seed she came impossibly hard, and she couldn’t even conceive of something that would be better than this. Losing her fight with this plant had been the best thing that could have happened to her, having fought it was so silly. For years she gave birth to a nearly endless number of plants, until many decades had passed. Her body had adapted completely and utterly to her situation. Her limps had melded into the creature completely, until she could no longer really be considered a separate being. Her mind had been reshaped by the constant pleasure, until pleasure processing took up almost all of it. Now she was nothing but a reproductive sack attached to the plant, a moaning, drooling bundle of seeds and nerves.
One last time the nearly mindless Evelen awoke from her constant, blissful dreams, realizing vaguely that she was awake. Each powerful thrust by the many vines inside of her felt utterly amazing, more than she could have ever imagined before. She moaned out lewdly until it was time for her feeding, when she sucked mindlessly on the delicious, nutritious tendril. Looking down she could see that her breasts had become absurdly large, easily bigger than watermelons, having their milk sucked out into the plant to nourish it. They were spread slightly by her even more huge belly, perpetually full of seeds. She drifted off to sleep again, ceasing her existence as a conscious being. From then on she only felt, for centuries serving as a mindless breeder for the plant, living an eternity of pleasure.
When it was over Evelen sat back in the EGG, grinning. That was awesome. Now I know what Celesta had she thought, staring at the quick battle screen. She was curious about another possible scene, one she had had a taste of earlier. That battle with the chain demon in the arena… it had been harsh and painful, but since then she had learned to appreciate those things significantly more than she had at the time. She wondered if she would like it if she tried it again… She decided to find out. She entered in Chain Demon on the opponent selection, and then entered in 10 for the level, wanting to lose, but maybe hoping this one would be a little bit more drawn out. She only wanted one of them, for now at least, so she entered that in, and then chose “Dungeon” for the setting. It seemed appropriate that way.
