AltRealm Ch. 02

In a last ditch effort, Tycho muttered out something akin to "please" but Kishenn sealed his lips with hers. Soft vines rose from the ground and slowly began to encircle him. One caught a wrist and gently brought toward the other before binding them behind his back. Another wrapped around his arms and pinned them against his sides. When. The one was finished, a second bound him over the first. More surrounded his legs and tightly brought them together. He lost balance and fell forward. Kishenn leaned back, guiding his fall and lifting his feet until he was dumped into her flower. More vines surrounded him, getting tighter and thicker until only his head, feet, and cock were left exposed. He ended up on his back in the large bowl of the flower, lips still locked into hers while she slowly fed him the nectar from her mouth. The bowl was filled with some syrup like substance and he was up almost to his neck in it. It was sticky, sweet, and made his head swim until he let go of his thoughts and just floated. She lazily toyed with his cock and smiled when he moaned into the kiss. She pulled back just in time for Tycho to see the petals of his prison fold in and close around them.

"So, Tycho, do you enjoy being bound by me?"

He moaned when she have his cock a firm but painful squeeze. She giggled when it jumped in her hand.

"I believe you do! There's no need for you to do anything now. Just let me do everything. All you need to do is lay there, enjoy being tied up, and cum lots for me, okay? I know you said you've done that a lot. But I can help. Trust me, and let me help you," she said.

She cradled the back of his limp head with one hand and brought her breast to his mouth. He watched wide-eyed as the heaving, slippery mass drew closer. He knew he shouldn't but he wanted nothing more I'm the world at that moment. Her nipple already had droplets of what he assumed was the same substance leaking from it. She brought it to his lips, holding him firmly against her.

"Drink all that you can," she said.

He couldn't have stopped even if he'd wanted to. It was sweet like honeyed wine, thick as syrup, and went down smooth. His captor cooed as he drank his fill. He wiggled his feet at the sheer joy being poured down his throat. The Alraune was clearly enjoying it, moaning as he perfect predator systems were finally being used for their intended purpose. His cock sprang an additional inch, growing angry and purple as she stroked it. A small tendril wrapped around his base and tightened painfully. Tycho sputtered and struggled at the sudden discomfort but Kishenn held him down, pumping him softly and filling him to overflowing on her sweet nectar until his body gave out. With every gulp, his aching member twitched in her delicate hands, growing incrementally until it threatened to burst. His balls were twice their normal size, heavy and full. He was finally right where she needed him.

She held him tightly against her soft breasts, now molded around his face until more liquid was leaking out than down his throat. She finally released him from her nipple. He sank back, unresisting now, inhumanly hard and high as a kite. The plant girl smiled at her catch, still pumping his cock and now tracing his face.

"I've never seen one of you before. I've had many females that all varied in attractiveness but the attraction was cerebral. With you, my prey, your appeal is more primal. How interesting."

She gave him a series of quick pumps that drove him just over the edge but the coil around his base painfully yanked him back from the precipice of sweet release. He groaned in discomfort, hips involuntarily thrusting for his denied orgasm.

"But you're so ripe now. Time to see what the fuss is about."

She readjusted from his side, pulling herself on top of him. She placed bother hands on each side of his face and cradled it, pulling him into another passionate kiss. She sank into him harshly, pressing him all the way into him. She gasped in surprise at the sensation. Many things had filled her orifice in her short life but none fit so well as this. They were both on the edge now. She clamped down on him, holding back. Her breasts squashed against his bound chest and his elevated head against the flower wall put his field of view on them. He stared dumbly into her translucent, green valley and she felt him twitch inside of her.

"Oh? So it's not just the Jinko's backside after all," she giggled.

Kishenn started to insulate up and down now, unfamiliar with the rhythm at first. Her movements were little more than animalistic twitches and thrusts. She read his body's reactions, the vines surrounding him alerting her to his every movement in response to her own until she found the rhythm she was looking for.

Tycho was going wild underneath her. Movement denied him, he could only lay and experience. She had dulled his senses with her sap until his sole focus was sensation across his bound body. His mind and even sense of self was long gone, sent spinning by her scent, the saps forced into him, and the attentions she was making him feel. With every thrust he existed less and less and was a part of her more and more. His toes curled in desperation against her and he was moaning with a fervor. He'd have been ashamed at the noises he was making but Kishenn became more wild the more sound he made. She was squirting nectar across him now and every nerve on his skin was heightened to an unbearable degree, forcing the feeling of touch into the forefront of his addled mind. She impaled herself repeatedly, making her own noises now. She spoke nonsense, lost in her own feeling while she played with her human dildo.

She rode him mercilessly, pushing him toward orgasm and yanking him back every time. His orations went from pleasure to pain to desperation in short span. He tried to thrust back but she pinned him down, cumming every time he should have, gushing onto him. Slowly the feelings on his purple rod, aided by her fluids, migrated inch by inch until her felt like she wasasturbating his entire body. Sensing the change, she began to rapidly clench and unclench the constricting tendrils around him.

She pushed him further and further until his entire body was about to explode.

"Now," she whispered and jackhammered against him.

He let out a primal, guttural roar and his whole body tensed. She released her hold on the root of his member and used the same vine to now tickle his overly sensitive balls. She sank into him, letting her insides and the vines do all the work on him. The sensation crescendoed, traveling across his skin from one random point to another until his whole body lit up in orgasm. His body came even as his own cock held back. His screaming continued until the crescendo broke into a full-blown, full-body avalanche that twisted his insides. His churning balls broke like a dam, erupting out of him and into her coaxing pussy. Feeling his reaction, she clamped and writhed in the greatest ecstasy she had ever felt. He gushed full load after full load into her, thrashing in her embrace so violently she could barely contain him. Every pulse from him was a singular orgasm that crashed into the one before until with a final thrust he released everything he had. His final cum continued until he was freely flowing into her in a sensation no human should have been capable of. His swollen balls deflated until with final cry, the orgasm was banished in a sensation of peace and well-being that swept through him. He collapsed with her on top of him. His pulse dropped and he groaned in satisfaction, now limp all over while she massaged him inside of her many coils. His eyelids fluttered, trying to stay open.

"Well, well, Tycho," she said breathlessly. "You were far more than I could have hoped for."

She giggled against him, still milking him inside of her gently. She was drunk off of him, simmering in complete satisfaction.

"Now is usually the time when I'd attach a flower against your mouth to put you to sleep until you were ready for round 2 but I think your denmate may not be okay with waiting that long."

Tycho wanted nothing more than to do anything she said. He felt so good right now and he was humming in the internal, refulgent bliss he experienced.

"I'm tempted to risk it but I hope you'll come find me again, young male. Don't forget me."

She kissed him affectionately before he felt her grip loosen. The flower opened and he felt himself being lifted. He exited the flower, barely coherent. From a couple of feet above the jungle floor, she suddenly let go. Tycho crashed hard onto the ground on his side and jolted back to reality.

"Son of a fucking whore!" He yelled, clutching his ribs he now remembered were already bruised. He shook his head to rattle his thoughts back in place but the substance within wouldn't be pushed back so easily. He refocused his eyes and they landed on a clawed pair of familiar feet. In a flash he was on his feet, finger pointed accusingly at Arterra.

"You," he got out before losing his balance and returning to the jungle floor.

Tycho winced in pain before raising to a sitting position. From on his ass he pointed the finger again.

"You don't ever do that to me again!" He roared. "I'm not some piece of meat and you don't own me. You don't get to just toss me to any trollop that bats her eyelashes at me! Got it?"

Arterra had been busy, it seemed. As he looked her up and down, it was clear that she'd been doing nothing but playing with herself since this whole thing started. Her leathers were soaked through for the umpteenth time since they met and her drooling half-smile told him all he needed to know. She was looking at him with a knowing smile.

"Hello, denmate. Did you enjoy yourself? I certainly did!"

"Motherfuck, Terri. No, I did not. Once again, against my will, I've been fucked. You don't get to just do that to me."

The behemoth frowned at him, pointing with her paw behind him. He turned around and there, on the edge of her flower was a beautiful Alraune on the verge of tears.

"I'm sorry, Tycho," she said softly. "I did the best that I could. I wanted you to enjoy it as much as I did," she sniffled.

"Oh, fuck. No, Kishenn, I didn't mean it like that."

'I hate this place,' he thought.

His legs still unresponsive, he crawled over to her naked and still glistening. He awkwardly patted her on the shoulder.

"Hey, now," he said. "I didn't mean it. I'm just mad at Terri. Not you. You were... you were great. I uh... Well, I mean I've never cum so hard in my life."

'Seriously, I hate this place,' he thought. 'I can't believe I have to comfort this poor girl who thinks she didn't fuck me good enough. What happened to my life?'

"You promise?" Kishenn asked. "Do you mean it?"

"Yeah... I mean it. You were incredible."

She wiped her eyes and smiled at him. Before he could react she was out of the flower and threw her arms around him tightly in the first platonic hug he'd gotten since traveling to this place. He tensed, not sure how to proceed. After a moment, he chuckled and returned the hug.

"Come back and see me?" She asked.

"You bet," the naked man answered.

"Promise?"

"Yeah... Fuck it. I promise, Kishenn."

She hugged him tighter for a moment before releasing him. She gave him a quick peck on the lips and squeezed his cock with a wink.

"Don't forget about me," she said before disappearing back into her flower, petals closing around her.

Tycho heard a giggle behind him. He jumped to his feet and spun, glaring at his girlfriend. At least his legs were working again, though he was still twitching from his earlier orgasm. He wanted to tell her off but couldn't think of anything sufficiently venomous to say.

"So you DO fetish being tied up," she said.

"Go to hell," he said brushing past her.

He grabbed his pants and pulled them on, slipping his feet back into his sneakers and tightening his belt.

"Tycho, I only want you to be happy. I know enough about you now to know that you need to loosen up. It is only mating, not the death of a loved one. Do not be so serious about it."

He sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. She may have a point there. He was repressed, certainly, but the culture shock was too great to overcome in a day. He needed to think on everything.

"Look," he said. "I'm trying, T. I really am. I just need a bit of time to process, alright? In the meantime, give a guy a break from all the sex, please."

"No promises," she sang at him, tousling his wet hair.

"I'll make you a deal, Jinko. You lay off a little and I'll try to be more understanding of all this. That includes mating but for now, let me fucking breathe. Deal?"

She seemed to consider his words before nodding, beaming at him.

"Deal!"

Time would tell.

"Pitter, patter," he said, gesturing in the direction they had been traveling before.

They began another slow trudge to Terri's home.

"Does this mean you'd like me to tie you up?"

"Not now, Terri."

"So, tie you up later then?"

""Motherfuck..."

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They kept on for an hour or so in silence. Tycho was happy that he'd finally dried off from all the sap. He was even hornier than usual, compliments of Kishenn's nectar, but he fought the urge to relieve himself.

He was lost in thought when he realized she was no longer walking next to him. He stopped short and turned. She was darting her eyes to the forest around them, nose in the air.

"Terri, what's up," he whispered.

She held a paw out without so much as glancing at him. He fell silent and looked around as well. He gave the air tentative sniff to see if he might find something but his senses were woefully underdeveloped compared to his environment. He had a brief thought that he had no natural advantages here. If he was going to make it, he'd need a few. He wondered what manner of industry he may find here...

"Tycho," she said. He locked on to her, hearing the concern in her tone.

"What?"

She didn't get the chance to respond as an enormous shadow landed on them both. They slowly turned to lay eyes on a massive, green shape. Bulging muscles that made Terri look as menacing as Jay Baruchel in comparison gleamed in the humidity. The towering mass was at least 4 meters tall with shoulders at a meter and hips at least a half meter more. Where Terri looked like a curvy athlete, this monster was carved out of granite with hard angles. It held a club that looked suspiciously like an uprooted tree complete with broken roots over it's veiny shoulder.

'An Orc,' he thought immediately. 'Speak of the devil.'

"Look like we find two kitty. Two kitty for two in bush," a gruff, barely female voice grunted with amusement.

"What?" Tycho said again.

"Orcs," Terri said.

"I gathered that. I just don't know what the fuck she said."

If Terri was hyperbole of the female form, the Orc now before them was an abomination; like a pornographic cartoon come to life. She had braided, silky black hair that went down well past her ass. She was draped in leathers but unlike his feline companion, rather than allowing maximum mobility and sluttiness, they were layered on thick and covered everything except calves, feet, and arms. Golden eyes peered at them and even through the monster's gleaming white tusks, Tycho could see the unmistakable smirk of arrogance.

"Oh," he said. "Now I get it. Trap?"

"Trap," Terri confirmed.

"Lovely."

Two in the bush? Where the hell did that idiom come from around here?

A sound of branches snapping turned their attention behind them as another Orc emerged from the brush. Every bit as large but this one with 80's hair that splayed out everywhere behind her head.

"Wait, did she mean two in the bush literally?"

"Tycho," Arterra snapped. "Focus on what is before us please."

"Right," he said.

"What do you want," his kitten asked. She was crouched low, each ear pointed at an Orc, tail twitching rapidly behind her, claws outstretched. Even her brilliant, red dreadlocks seemed raised in apprehension. Seeing his usually calm companion take such a posture concerned him. Deeply. He felt his heart rate pick up and every sense sharpen.

"We hungry," the second one barked.

"Holy fucking shit, they're going to eat us!?"

"We eat you first," the first one said, leveling her enormous club at him.

He backed up, bumping into Arterra. She leaned back and he felt her hot breath in his ear.

"Run," she whispered.

"What?"

"RUN," she roared and went airborne.

Claws flailing, she leapt onto the club and bounded off of it and into the face of the second Orc. Tycho didn't have time to register what happened next as he felt movement behind him as the first Orc closed in. He turned and saw a massive hand coming toward him. He ducked and shuffled to the side. She grabbed at him again and this time he jumped over her grip. She groaned in frustration, now intent on ending his resistance. She unshouldered her tree trunk and took aim.

Tycho was a stereotypical, modern American. Which is to say, he'd never been in danger of starving, never had his life threatened, never walked that line between danger and what must be done. The most violent thing he'd ever done on a regular basis was staple school papers together. The most danger he'd ever been in was a car accident when he was 17. And here he was, barely an adult, and facing his own demise in the eyes. Not an accident, not some wild animal attack, or a terrible tragedy. No, a living, sentient being was actively trying to take his life. Adrenaline flooded into him, heart hammering in his bruised ribs, every muscle tensed. His vision narrowed into brilliant color and tunnelled in on his enemy. Millennia of ancestral wars and instincts all hit him for the first time in his life. His brain turned off and instincts took control. Some people fight, some people run, and some freeze in situations like this and Tycho had now way of knowing which one he was.

As the massive club swung in a wide arc toward him, he felt his toes dig into his shoes, fists clenching, and he braced. In slow motion the wood swung toward him but his eyes never left his target. At the last second he dropped, fist planted in the ground, knees bent. He felt the air sent spinning over his head as the blunt object moved over him. It was half of a blink and he was up again, planting his rear leg, fist cocked back and catching his enemy off-guard and undefended. From his feet he began the momentum, twisting his hips, spine, and finally shoulder to launch his closed hand. With all the mechanical and kinetic force he could muster, he struck the Orc trying to take his life. At his own 6 feet, his blow landed on her lower stomach. He grunted at the tremendous impact, straining to hold his position and balance. He had whipped it fast and hard at her with an audible impact that would have folded another man. He sprang back, ready for the next round.

And his opponent simply laughed at him. She hefted the club above her as if it were a twig and all instinct to fight left him as fast as they appeared.

"You fight. That good. Make you soft when eat."

She swung again, this time directly from above.

"TYCHO! RUN!" Arterra shouted as she was sent sailing through the air and caught a branch before launching herself again at the second Orc.

And like that, he was gone. He darted left and took off into uncharted forest, which could only end horribly he guessed. His feet quickly pistoned into a blur as he picked up speed. He heard the crashing and crunching of a path being cleared by a behemoth behind him. Snapping branches and debris flew over his head. She was right on his heels.

In a blur, he ducked low hanging obstacles, leapt over rocks, swung across a stream, even stunt rolled under a log, all without losing momentum. It was all the greatest hits of parkour except he was running for his life against a superior being instead of YouTube views. He purposely ran through obstacles to slow her down but she bulldozed everything in her path and stayed right on top of him. Tycho bounded off another log and into a tree, running along thick branches. The Orc below swung her club, breaking what he was running along the moment his feet left it. He finally got the ground and rolled back into a dead sprint. She started throwing shit at him; rocks, branches, anything she could grab. He zig-zagged, ducking and dodging, miraculously staying clear. He could hear his huntress breathing heavily now but she still wouldn't slow. He didn't feel winded at all. In fact, the longer their chase lasted, the faster he became. He almost laughed at the rush he felt.