Hellacious Hospitality Ch. 13

Smooth green creepers began to snake their way up his leg.

"No, none of that. If you really want to learn, just sit back and feel. Don't let your vines do all the work for you."

As they withdrew, he nevertheless knew what she was aiming for, and stripped willingly, before meeting an awkward pause.

"Well?" She asked, impatiently.

"I can't say I've ever had to teach this before and, well, things have kinda gotten ahead of themselves..." He struggled to find a tactful way of bringing up the subject of his flaccid penis.

"You humans are so unreliable. How can this really be what she favors? I have the remedy for that right here." She lifted and squeezed her heavy bosoms until they gushed, recharged after her earlier bout.

"If you don't mind me, I'd rather do it the old-fashioned way. Last time, I'm pretty sure it would've lasted more than four hours, and I definitely got a check-up from the doctor for that. Lethal side effects, and all."

"I still can't comprehend your silly way with words, but you'll be quite alright. Last time, I fed you enough for her. As little mercy as I have for you humans, I'm still quite aware of your limitations."

With a licentious glare, she raised a massive orb to her own mouth and suckled from it. Then releasing it, she swirled the liquid around in her cheeks a bit before roping him in tight with her vines.

Her soft lips met his, as a strong tongue wrenched open his jaw, entwining with his own while sweet nectar mixed with saliva and poured down his throat. In such close quarters, her musky, honeyed aroma filled his nose and tickled his brain.

He had to gulp for air when she finally released him. It was a powerful kiss, rooted in primal lust and desire. In more ways than one, it left him completely breathless. Left in a daze, it occurred to him that he had severely underestimated her. Her clumsy, brute-force approach to intimacy was only crude in comparison to Caeli's prowess in bed. To a human, her unique body and unmatched endurance were a devastating combination.

"...Wow. Are you sure you need my help? Feels you like you've got a handle on this, to me." Right on cue, he felt his sturdy erection rise, pressed between their smooth stomachs in her firm embrace. Heavy, sap-filled breasts squashed tight, they oozed cooling liquid down his chest.

Running her hands sensually between their bodies, she coated them in the sticky stuff before grasping his swollen member with purpose, smearing it all over. It rose another half inch as she massaged his balls with deliberate force. "You talk too much. Will you just stand there with your obscene thing flapping in the air, or are you going to fuck me?"

She turned around, bending over at the waist, clutching her full ass cheeks to spread them wide.

For her to speak of obscenity, it was her body that was totally unreal. Those enormous, perpetually dripping breasts, that exaggerated hourglass figure, and that deliciously round, heaving buttocks. She was of such voluptuous proportion that no human would be able to match her without grotesque amounts of surgery and implants. But her sturdy cellulose skin kept everything supple and bouncy.

It was only for her disagreeable personality that he was able to resist her innate sexual aura. But finally reaching an understanding, that barrier was gone. Beneath that braggadocio was the soul of a reliable guardian, tempered in hardship.

"Look, the first thing about making love is respecting each other as equals. Turn around and look me in the eyes. That submissive pose doesn't suit the proud Xochitl that I know."

"Tch. That silver tongue of yours... that bleeding heart never stood a chance. That courtesy means more to me than you may have intended, but this is how it must be. My legs will not spread, for you, or anyone else."

The way her thighs vanished into that coiled mass of roots... he hadn't realized.

Her body tensed as he approached behind her, erect cock nestled in the cleavage of her ass cheeks. Despite the blazing heat of her words, her physiological response was not of desire, but of resignation. That wasn't how this should be. The warmth once felt within her body turned cold, and even her vibrancy of color faded. Bright, spring-green skin turned pallid and gray-ish.

Her head turned towards him with a wary, judgmental look. Not so much with open hostility, but hose dark, glassy orbs were hard to read in full. They didn't seem as though they were meant for him in particular. Their focus aimed just beyond him, flitting back and forth in something of a trance.

With the softest voice he could manage, although not quite a whisper, he spoke directly into her ear. "It's alright, nobody's going to hurt you."

With a jolt, she snapped out of her daze. "What happened? Is it over? Did you do it?" Had she completely blanked? Her immediate thoughts were completely disoriented and dissociated.

"Can I ask a somewhat personal question? Feel free to stop me if you get uncomfortable."

"Why should I be uncomfortable? This was all my idea." Her voice was hollow, insincere.

"Whenever you were with Caeli in the past, did you ever let her touch you back?"

Her silence spoke volumes.

"You don't like being touched, do you? You hold everyone at arm's reach, not just emotionally, but physically, too. Even though you have this body, you rely on your vines for almost everything. They allow you to feign control, project power. You act tough, but you're not invincible. You have a more caring heart than you let on."

More silence, and stillness.

"I'm guessing you didn't always used to hate humans, did you? When your mind was fresh and new, you must have been open, and curious. I'm sure you wanted to know about the creatures that sort of looked like you, am I right?"

The barest of nods, only noticeable because he was looking for it.

She'd spoken briefly about her past experiences with humans. Taking advantage of her innocence and curiosity. Used and abused, never loved. It wasn't just betrayal that soured her spirits, but a lifetime of genuine trauma.

Making things worse for her, at least some aspects of her consciousness seemed derived from the very souls she consumed. In defending herself, she'd inadvertently internalized that cycle of abuse. Was that the root of her sexually aggressive relationship with Caeli?

"Then why me? Why now? You've spent all this time hating me, what made you think this would be any different?"

"I just... knew. When you embraced me last night, it surprised me. I... I didn't dislike it. It was just a fraction of what you feel for her, and yet... you made me feel a part of that. Like I belonged. It brought back good memories..."

"Then why don't we start there? Be brave for me, okay? There's no need to rush this. Don't think about the past. Just concentrate on getting that feeling back."

He started again by simply reaching out to stroke her cheek. Just slow, gentle movements, until the warmth rose again in her face. Just a light touch, fingertips barely resting against her skin. Her pale green flesh seemed to glow in response. A brightening of her features that came from within. His fingers began a slow march, steadily working down her long, slender neck. With firm, deliberate touches, he lightly massaged her throat down to her clavicles, until he received a response in the form of a gentle quaking that shook through her body. That glow followed, now centered above her sternum.

Much of the tension seemed to leave her body as she settled against him, crushing his erection between her ass cheeks. As good as that felt, it wasn't an act made in full consciousness. Oblivious to how erotic she was being, she merely reveled in the sensation of their bodies pressing against each other.

Emboldened in her newfound eagerness, he scooped his arms beneath to heft her titanic bosoms. They were ungodly heavy, filled to the brim with nectar, with the barest of jostling causing it to spill out her thick, hard nipples. Again, the glow followed, settling in her chest as she elicited a cute and throaty moan. Squashing and kneading them rhythmically, even more sap spurted and covered his hands.

Hands slicked with the viscous liquid, there was enough to rub all over her stomach and thighs, making her deliciously slippery and glossy. Scooping more of it up, her rubbed it into her ass cheeks. As the rhythm picked up, he began to grind his own hips in time with hers, cock gliding effortlessly between those gleaming hemispheres, her waxy skin so perfectly smooth.

They continued at this slow pace for a short while, building her responsiveness little by little. All the while, her vines hovered threateningly just outside the edges of his vision. They were always coiling and darting about, twitching at any sudden changes in tempo or new soft spots. He was patient with her, and backed off each time her prickly demeanor rose to the surface.

Given enough time to acclimate, her aggressive responses weakened. The tendrils dropped completely off his peripheral vision. Her brow was no longer furrowed, her lip less prone to pulling up into a snarl. Instead, she let out a throaty moan, clapping her hands over her mouth in complete shock that the lusty sound had indeed escaped from her lips.

"Are you okay to go further?" He asked gently, careful not to pressure her in any way.

Receiving her slight, but firm nod, he tested her readiness, slipping a hand between her legs. A light thatching of leaves shrouded where her vagina would be. It took a bit more gentle coaxing for her to loosen up, tracing a finger along the line of her slit until the foliage withdrew in a similar manner to her leafy top. Even as she offered her consent, her nether regions were still bone-dry, and her succulent flesh down there still cool to the touch.

With a suddenness of vigor, she took hold of his hands and brought them back to her breasts, letting her clear sap run all over them again. Catching her intent, he smeared the drippings all over her smooth pussy lips, working his fingers into the creases of that tight hole.

It was really unnerving just how quiet she was being in this whole ordeal. Only ever knowing her as snide and self-aggrandizing, this meek, humbled version of Xochitl was disconcerting. To some degree he almost wanted the old her back. Not the combativeness and the insults, but just that proud, never-back-down attitude. Seeing her in such a docile state just made him feel like one of her abusers.

She asked for this. She wanted this. To act as if she were resigning herself to it was all wrong.

Both Xochitl and Caeli, each women of unfathomable strength and power, yet they were willing to bare to him their very human vulnerabilities. That showcased an inconcievable amount of trust in him that he wasn't convinced he was deserving of. But whatever the hang-ups and setbacks he faced while in their company, they were nothing in comparison to the tribulations life had thrown their way. Although feeling incredibly unworthy, he couldn't let that faith be misplaced.

Newly convinced of that responsibility, he applied fresh lube to his hardened member, and traced its head down the valley of her sumptuous buttocks. No anus, he noted, to some minor surprise. A reminder that as much as these girls mimicked human appearance, they had their own unique attributes as well. Moving past that point of curiosity, he now hovered at the edge of her most guarded place.

"You ready for it?" He asked, giving her another chance to opt out. She nodded firmly, but he couldn't help but grind his teeth at the way she winced, as if bracing for the worst. He had to show her that this wasn't supposed to be painful.

With all that thick, slippery, gooey nectar flowing, sliding inside her was easy, with only minimal resistance at her tight entrance.

"Is it in?"

"Is that your sense of humor returning? I'll ignore that snipe." For a moment, he thought she'd blacked out again. But her eyes were lucid, as she twisted her head around with a look of concern. No, she was serious.

A couple of thrusts in and out to gauge her reaction, but she was stoic and unfeeling. Cold inside. He grabbed a liberal handful of her ass to no reaction. Even a deliberate heaving of her breasts garnered no response. Delicately feeling his way along her arm, he held her hand reassuringly. While her fingers grasped his in return, their grip was weak and clumsy, as if completely numb.

"How does this feel, for you?"

"I... what am I supposed to feel? My body isn't sensitive like hers is."

That new assertion of hers was, in a word, odd. He hadn't ever gotten that impression. Scared off, he returned again to safer territory, massaging her neck and shoulders - places she had reacted well to, earlier. Now, that almost malignant sense of cold had spread even there, unresponsive and deadened.

"I know this is what I asked for, but just stop. Do your thing if you must, but make it quick. This farce has just become degrading, to the both of us."

Was that really all sex was to her? Just the thrashing and colliding of bodies until all parties were spent, to be discarded after? Then this was all futile. If she received no pleasure from the act, then what was the point?

Maybe she was right. It felt bad to give up after she'd made so much effort and progress, but to continue any further would only be for his own self-gratification. And knowing the source of her personal hang-ups, that very thought was mortifying. That really would make him the monster they both feared.

He merely held her in silence around the waist. No sudden movement. Just a pause to let her collect herself.

No, there was still something they were missing in all of this. Caeli wouldn't have entertained Xochitl's company for so long if all it did was enable that form of self-diminishment. She'd seen something there. Something better, he just knew it. But those alraune abilities were just too strong a counter to her own tastes and sensibilities, that obstinacy too deep-seated.

With hands still clasped under her sternum, he could feel something resembling a heartbeat from within. A faint pulsing that ferried the chloroplasts throughout her body, akin to blood. He pressed his ear against her back, to hear that throb of life from within. He wasn't really sure why he did that, but Merah had done the same for him earlier and it had been strangely relaxing.

Xochitl let out a sharp little "Oh!" sound.

Right where his fingertips contacted her skin, the warming sensation returned. Right at her core. It was weak, but unmistakable. He was hesitant to venture beyond that small zone, afraid she would withdraw into herself again.

Slowly, but steadily, he grew more bold, feeling along the bottom edge of her ribcage and just above her flat belly, increasing the range. Like a timid but curious creature, that little core of warmth seemed to venture away from its safe space and seek out those new points of contact.

Was that actually her? The real her. Learning the girls' weakpoints was always an interesting exercise. They took human shape, but their soul, their magic, could behave in very unpredictable ways.

With Iara, her body and soul were effectively one. An apotheosis of magic, her pressure points were the swirling lines of mana that traced the surface of her watery skin. Accustomed to worship, a missionary to life itself, her openness was a testament to the deep, holistic bonds she advocated for.

Despite her origins, Xochitl had no connection to that form of spiritualism. Much more grounded, sharing more in common with the humans she claimed to despise. Featuring a decentralized sort of intelligence, her multitudinous appendages demonstrated a level of autonomy apart from her conscious mind.

That independence, though. What had Caeli said? Her intelligence had only developed after-the-fact, a result of her contact with humans. So then, for her, what passed for a soul... was separate still from her physical shape? Another layer to her defenses? Was that her way of coping from her rape and abuse all this time? Just dissociating from her body to not feel a thing?

"You feel this, don't you? Can you follow?"

She nodded. Swirling his fingers about the surface of her skin, that little seed of warmth and light followed about. Her face showed signs of strain and confusion as both hands began their play. She could only keep up by spreading herself out again, that energy diffusing bit by bit and bringing color back to her bright green complexion.

Her hardened features made way for softer, more blissful expressions, as her body seemed to thrum against him, coursing with vigor.

Carefully, he explored further and further down her body. Below her navel. Over her smooth mound. Eyes widened with a gasping surge, and suddenly, her nethers clamped hard over his steeled member.

"That's you, isn't it? You're really inside me. It's warm. So very warm. I should hate it. So much of my life, spent in subjugation to such things - what if I had been more like her? Been able to take control. All that wasted time..."

"We'll make time."

"Hmm, that does sound nice. At least another hundred years, I hope, to make up for those I've squandered" She said, leaning back into him. There was a lascivious tone to her voice as she wriggled her hips against his, pushing him even further into her moist depths.

If it weren't for his mortality, there might actually be a possibility of lasting a hundred years with her. He'd already known the effects of her vitalizing nectar, but being buried inside her was just a whole different experience. She really was a plant after all. It was not the spongy, yielding muscle of a flesh and blood woman he felt coiled around him. It was firm, succulent flesh, like the cool crispness of aloe vera that enveloped his shaft.

So smooth and easy to glide around in, once he slipped past the firm grip of her outer lips his body just took over.

She was enjoying it too, doubling his force by matching his rhythm in opposing sequence.

It was no joke to say she was making up for lost time. With her frenzied pace, she would have rubbed him raw were in not for her specific anatomy.

The first of his orgasms erupted within her without warning. That was only the beginnings of her boundless sexual appetite. Even as cum leaked and squelched around her tight hole, she continued to bounce against him without slowing her pace.

Brighter, more vibrant than she'd ever been. The wilted petals atop her head burst in full tropical color.

She'd completely taken over the pace now. There really wasn't much technique involved, but at the going rate, there wasn't much to do to keep up. The only thing that seemed to help was to prop his hands under her titanic breasts to dampen their heavy swaying, giving her a better sense of balance and even control over her own momentum.

She was actually laughing now. A joyous, unrestrained sound. No dark malice in its intent.

A second and third release for him, and still no signs of stopping. She cradled her vines behind him, giving him a place to sit, but that just allowed her to lay atop him and continue to twist and gyrate in his lap, the ungodly mess of clear nectar leaking from her nipples cascading and dripping all over the both of them. Using her leaves as a cup, she guided some of it between his lips to keep him hydrated and energized.

It was his fifth orgasm when she suddenly stopped. She appeared still wanting as she forced herself free of him with a sigh, copious amounts of white goo oozing out between her thighs.

She read the obvious look of consternation on his face, regarding him with a complicated smile. "Your concern puts me at ease. Make no worries, you've done nothing wrong."

"Then whyyyy -" He didn't manage to finish his thought before she sunk her face into his lap, taking him into her mouth and sucking him clean. It was obviously her first time performing such an act (at least willingly), and she looked endearingly embarrassed for doing so. Clumsy, with no sense of technique, she still proved devastating in her tenacity. Somehow, beyond the impossible, she was able to coax a sixth explosive load from his balls, spraying it down her throat. The killing they could make, selling her nectar as a sex tonic.