Bound Luxury

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The Dragoness Plays with the Egg-Laying Plant

Nessa flew slowly, languidly, almost as if she was trying to be caught. The trees bristled with life beforeher, of the deciduous fare, but they were not the sort of foliagethat one shouldhave ventured close to, knowing what they were. Yet her green scales bristled with a delight that only she knew of, flying lower and lower, until the lighter plate-scales of her stomach brushed the tree-tops, rustling through.

The vine shot out before she had a chance to react and yet it was with a delighted squeal that her form plunged through the leaves, ignoring the scrape of branches on her hide. The thick vine tightened its grip around the base of her tail, dragging her through backwards without a care for her comfort. But that was just what Nessa wanted, cool shade slipping over her, crashing into the ground even though it was not much of a bump at all, for the vines held her fast, more and more lashing out, wrapping around her legs, even the base of her wings. They weren't about to let her go in a hurry and she relishedin the restriction, a low whimper breaking the barrier of her narrow lips, though the moisture within would not linger for long with such passion in the air.

Shewanted it, wantedeverything that the vines had for her as they twisted up around her body, trussing her up delightfully in a way that she yearned for, whimpering out loud. Nessa's cries would not be heard by anyone, however, but that was just how she wanted it as sunset lit up the top side of the forest, leaving her in the delicious shade beneath, cooling her scales. The vines dragged her deep, though the moss was soft and gentle enough on her stomach to not cause her any real issues. She could kick her legs back as her heart pounded, wings strapped to her body by the vines that promisedso much pleasure, if only she had the strength of heart and presence in mind to give in to it.

Down into a cave she was dragged, passive and limp even with her moans already rising. She wanted to both be present in the momentso that she could feel every last little thing happening to her and yet...she didn't want to be an active player in it. The vines acted more stringently than the tighter bondage while still being able to reposition her at a moment's notice, just so that they couldplace her exactlywhere they wantedher. There was nothing complicated in the smooth slide of plant-material, a distinctly different sensation to fleshor scales, over her body, yet she could still just about glimpse the dropping light of the outside world as they finally stilled.

Well, she stilled, breathing heavily, eyes wide, her neck wrapped up in vines so that she could not even twist her head back and forth. Nessa groaneddeep in the back of her throat and would have lifted her tail for the slithering encroach of vines if they had not already yanked it up out of the way, bowed over her back as if to ensure that her exposurewas one that was irreversible. The dragoness shuddered and whimpered and yet it was all in the name of more, lustingfor the vines so terribly that she doubted that she would have at all been able to take what she needed from them if she had, indeed, been free to do so for herself.

No, she needed to be restrained, to feel the delicious pull of them on her scales, restricting her and placing her body and limbs just where they needed to be. The vines were curious beings, however rough they were in snatching their "prey" out of the skies and the surrounding forest, and she whimpered softly as they tickled her lips. It was a breath of a kiss that she could only welcome, two sliding in at once and easing in the back of her throat, demanding entrance with such a light touch that her body could not help but to give it. Instantly, her body reacted to the sap coated them, slickening their plant-flesh as if it was something else entirely and numbing her throat. One of the vines tickled all the way down into her lungs, following the path of her windpipe, and took over breathingfor her, feedingair down and expelling wasteas if it was as natural as, well, breathing to her.

She wouldn't need the vines out of her mouth until they were good and done with her, she thought througha haze of, as yet, unfulfilled lust, trying to wriggle her hips, to encourage them to do as they willed with her. It was all that Nessa wanted and yet the ability to gain it for herself had, in effect, been stripped from her, need pounding through, a driving force clawing at the back of her mind that had to be paid tribute and testament too. The slit under her tail that held both her anal passage and her feminine one was flushed and drooling already with her juices, the glisten of them tempting, so very tempting.

The vines could not resist, curling around her tail and delving in, though they were not only after the breeding portion of her body. As Nessa squealed and tried to writhe in absolute bliss, a thick vine slammed into her tail hole too, within the slit of her cloaca, stretching her out and spreading her open without any care for her comfort.Still, she openedup readily enough around the both of them, their slick pumping filling her delightfully, her cunny clenching around the vine as if to drag it deeper even then when she should have been allowing her body to relax and accept it.

Nessa's head swum as if she had been flying at too high of an altitude for even a dragon for too long, her tail tip curling back and forth, just about the only part of her body that was any longer permitted to move. Her throat bulged around the two tentacles rammed in there and her eyes watered, striving to see what was right there before her muzzle, even though that in itself seemed more difficult in the moment. She was strungout and splayedacross the soft dirt of the cave floor and yet even the muddying grind of it into her scales, dirtying her as if she was not worth keeping clean even for the pleasure of the breeding plant.

ForNessa more than knew just what the vines had in store for her as they pumped her full, one even managing to, gently, tease up into her womb, the secretions oozing forth to soften any defences that her body may have instinctually put in place. She just wanted them deeper, curling up into her womb, spilling their seed forth, the cool flow of it splashing out as if the plants intended on filling her until she popped. Nessa groaned, panting heavily through the breathing-tube of a vine, eyes half-closed, languishing in pleasure.

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