“I don’t want to seal anything until...” My gaze was drawn to a very large pink and purple flower-shaped phallus jolting angrily from Zyre’s crotch area, surrounded by the thick green leaves that wrapped around his waist. “That’s not what I think it is...”
“It’s myblav.” Zyre cast a glance away, toward the new vine curtain that covered the balcony door, blocking the sun that threatened to peek in. “I know it’s not what your males of your species have—”
“I don’t think you understand,” I cut in before he spiraled into believing that he—it—wasn’t good enough and I inadvertently injured his ego even more than I already had. “Zyre… It’s enormous! Outside of the larger animals on my planet, I’ve never seen anything like it—”
“It’s only this big because I haven’t planted my seed in you,” he whispered, embarrassed, perhaps even ashamed, as he looked everywhere but at me, refusing to look me in the eyes. “Normally, my kind will seal their fates the day they find theirluwaeriand will copulate whenever the female is in season. But because you wanted to wait, it’s swollen this much in the hopes of luring you in.”
“Wait…”
I rolled onto my hands and knees and moved closer to him, hoping to get a better look at his glistening plantman cock. Five thick pinkish orange flower petals framed the base of his phallus shaft, pressing against his green skin and peeking through some nearby leaves. His shaft looked like the tops of shampoo ginger, but instead of a bright red, it was a nice blue with purple edges, layered like pine comb but soft and longer. It had a bulbous tip, similar to human males, rather than a round top.
A clear, shimmery substance oozed around each of the layered edges, as if his cock was overflowing and about to burst.
The closer I got to it, the stronger the sweet, lavender-mint odor became, as if his fragrance hung over the bed like a dense fog.
My mouth watered at the prospect of what it would taste like—and whether it would taste better than the nectar supplied by his feeders.
“What will happen if you don’t get rid of your seed?” I had to force myself to look up from his angry flower cock to see his face, only to be surprised by his reaction. His mouth was open in surprise, and I had no idea that his cheeks could darken to a deep blue.
“I’m not sure...” He shook his head, as if he, too, was having difficulty thinking clearly. “I’m afraid myblavwill stay this way until all of its seed has been milked.”
The way he said “seed” and “milk” made my stomach flutter and my pussy clench at the thought of riding a cock like his.
The only reason I wasn’t doing it was because I was afraid of sealing us together before I was completely ready. I feared that if, by chance, I could return home, I would abandon him to become an empty husk, which was something I wasn’t willing to risk.
He had been nothing but patient and kind to me the entire time, and the last thing I needed to do was condemn him to something just because I couldn’t resist...
“Then we need to do something about it.”
His eyes sparkled, but I could see the hesitation on his face. “But I thought...”
“I can drink you like I do your feeders,” I explained slowly, hoping he’d understand and that it was something his people did. “That way, yourblavcan go back to normal for the time being.”
“You want to drink me?” He jumped out of the bed as if it were on fire and stared at me as if I were insane. “That’s unheard of! Why would anyone do something like that?”
“So your males don’t masturbate?” His eyes widened even further than I thought possible, as if I had just suggested some criminal offense. “Humans, both male and female, do. Most people do it at least once per day, some more, some less, if given the opportunity. We occasionally receive assistance from our partners, who will use their hands and mouths to both stimulate and drink from the source.”
“That sounds inefficient.” As he frowned, he furrowed his brow. “How frequently do you come into season?”
“Every month, for about a week. Give or take.” I shrugged. “But none of that matters when it comes to relief and pleasure.”
“How can your planet support the number of people on it if you are fertile so frequently? Your pregnancies can’t be that short—”
“They’re not,” I clarified. “To help you understand, they take about a year if you include the average healing process, but it can take longer.
“Earth, the planet of my species, is on the verge of being unable to support us, which is why we have invested in a space program that has built our space station filled with luxury apartments and is about to launch a new luxury cruise ship to explore our solar system.”
“I can see why your people are into mutual pleasure and masturbation...” He spoke slowly, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “And you want to help me by drinking from myblav?”
“Yes.” I smiled and nodded. “If you’d let me. I’d drink as much as I could in the hope that it would at least temporarily reduce the size.”
“And how about you?” He cast a downward glance at my open robe, toward my bare pussy. “Do you want me to reciprocate the gesture and drink from you as well?”
I clenched my fists as I imagined what it would be like to be eaten out by him. I couldn’t imagine how it would feel to have his vines fuck me, and given his reaction to such unconventional sexual acts, I didn’t want to scare him away before I even began.
“For the time being, let’s concentrate on the task at hand.” I sat on my knees and patted the empty space he had left. “If we’re going to look for my device, we don’t need you swinging around while aroused.”
“Are you certain you want to do this?” He climbed into bed and propped himself against the white petal-sealed pillows, his movements clumsy and full of hesitation. “We don’t have to do this.”
