One With Nature
#1 of Commissions
The person for this commission wishes to remain anonymous.
I respect his privacy but will thus post the story he's agree to share with us all!
Enjoy as you witness what happens with an exploring dragon meets a very special plant... that has him for dinner
One With Nature
Lost in the luscious fields of plants, vines, and grass, the young green dragon tore his way through, leaving an open path behind him as he tried to escape.
Hours in the humid yet shaded planes with no food and even less water, made Dameon weak and his powers dim.
"Where the heck am I?" Dameon said to him. "John? Dad? Anyone?"
As the dragon walked on digigraded paws, shouting to call forth his family and friends, the vines below his feet began to move, sensing a living prey deep in the heart of it's home.
Dameon stopped and sat on the ground to take a break, panting from exhaustion. The vines moved quietly against the grass, blending in with the sound of the wind to hide their pressence.
Dameon say back and looked up at the sky, mostly blocked by the leaves from a sea of trees extending in ever direction he took. He sat up and put his head in his hands, thinking quietly with his tail swaying.
The vines brushed against the tail and twitched, sensing magic from the green dragon.
"Can't fly, no food, no water..." he sighs "I need to set up shelter for the night."
Dameon got back up and looked around for a cave or a good place to camp. After taking one step forward, a tentacle wrapped around Dameon's right arm, keeping him in place.
"What the...?" Dameon pulled his right arm but another wrapped around his left, and two more at his ankles.
While the dragon growled as he tried to pull himself free, a large rose head came out of the ground, facing its struggling prey.
The rose head slithered over to the green dragon from behind, the size twice as big as Dameon's head. Dameon turned around, facing the menacing flower face to face. His pupils shrunk and he gulped loudly.
"C-crap!"
The flower lunges forward but Dameon grabbed it before it could eat his face. The flower pressed forward and tripped his meal from behind, causing Dameon to fall to his back. While he tried to fight off the rose head, more vines surrounded his body. The flower head opened up it's pedals slowly, aiming carefully as Dameon growled loudly, gripping the plant tight.
"Is that the best you go-" a proboscis suddenly shot out of the flower head directly into Dameon maw. "Hhuck!"
The probosic attaches itself to the back of Dameon's maw and uses a tentacle to wrap around his mouth, keeping it locked and secure inside. The vines of the flower securely wrapped around most of Dameon's body and began to squeeze. The dragon shuddered, feeling the soft soaked vines brush against his scales and some reaching deep into his skin underneath.
Dameon moaned in softly pleasure as he shrugged his shoulders, a faint hue of red around his face. The proboscis began sucking the magic from Dameon's body. Each suck helped to put more weight over the dragon's eyes as the exotic feeling began to wash over him.
The tight squeeze to his body, the warmth of a well nourished flower all around him, the soft winds brushing through the forest, and the soft grass relaxed the dragon. Without even noticing, Dameon's cock poked out of the vines grasp, gaining fresh air and room to throb.
Dameon could feel little to nothing else but his exposed rod until a small vine brushed against the base of it, making him leak from the tip and shudder in euphoria. As another vine rubbed against his delicate cock, Dameon thrummed, creating a sound mixed with growling and purring in pleasure. The flower used its vine to brush against the seed oozing down the cocks, side, lathering the rest of it like lube.
The flower's proboscis continued sucking the magic out of Dameon, enough to make the dragon almost lose consciousness. To keep the dragon alive and well, the flower sucked ever so slowly. The vines wrapped around his head, keeping it nice, warm, and concealed inside. Dameon's eyes rolled to the back of his head in overwhelming pleasure as the vines against his cock coiled it, giving a light squeeze.
Another proboscis appeared from the side of the concealed dragon, coming towards the throbbing cock exposed to the world. It latched itself around Dameon's cock, helping to milk the dragon seed and nurture it's own essence. Dameon tried to arc his back, tried to hump, but the vines kept his body pinned to the earth.
The flower covered Dameon's face completely, camouflaging his shiny green scales with it's silky wet vines. Unable to moan or groan, the dragon rested his weary body, letting the mouths suck him off and wisp his mind into pleasure overload.
The proboscis around his huge rode sucked harder. With each suck, the dragon's cock pulsed and leaked more. From inside the cocoon, Dameon weakly balled his hands into fist and through sheer adrenaline, arced his back slightly to released his load in full.
When the flower tightened it's grip even harder around it's succulent meal, it only helped to redden Dameon's face even more. His muffled cries reached no one as the flower sucked in his loads of cum. When it was done, the proboscis around his cock retreated into the ground, letting the vines coil around his rod and reunite it with its host.
Time passed as the dragon rested in comfort and pleasure. To sustain him, two vines plugged into his nose, providing rich nutrients and a strong sedative to keep him docile. The dragon's body consistently regenerated magic and energy, which the flower's proboscis sucked away to nourish itself. At times, when the dragon awoken, and realized the blissful feeling of soft vines rubbing against his member, the stimulation traveled up his body, allowing him to cum several times from pleasure.
Fall, winter, summer, the cycle continued repeatedly. The flower's size grew over time, filled with the magic of it's powerful dinner. When spring came, another person wondered into the moist wet forest, brushing over the vines surrounding the dragon.
"I need to hire more staff for this sort of ground work," Wisper said, rubbing his forehead with a towel. The dapper snow leopard held out his hand sensing around for the dragon whereabouts.
While he was distracted, the vines quickly coiled around his ankles and slithered up to his highs and lower waist. Wisper looked down, sighing.
"Such a pain." Wisper flicked his wrist to pull up his shirt and reveal an enchanted wristband, glowing orange. He pressed on the device while the vines traveled up to his chest. The flower head took it's proboscis from the dragon's mouth, lifted itself up, and turned around to face the snow leopard.
Wisper looked up from his wrist, seeing the flower ooze from the mouth and approach him slowly.
"You'z make a nice decoration. My office could use more nature based décor," he mused tauntingly.
As the flower opened it's pedals, ready to suck his entire head, and hat, into his body, Wisper pressed a button and the flower froze in place and the vines stopped just under his neck.
"Back it up now and show me the body," Wisper said. The flower, under some magical control, moved away and slowly uncoiled the snow leopard. Although reluctant, the vines uncovered the green dragon, exposing the unconscious beast covered in a sticky, purple, transparent cocoon.
"My, my, big fellah aren't you?" Wisper walked over to him and placed two fingers on his throat, still breathing. He pressed a few buttons on his wrist again and stepped back, opening a portal under the dragon and the head flower.
He put his hands behind his back and smiled as they both descended. "Seems the trip was worth the investment after all," he grinned, stepping into the portal and vanished along with them.