Welcome to the Jungle
A jungle explorer runs into a plant with some very specific, tentacle focused interests. Or so it seems. :3
This vignette was written for Ebni as part of my themed Patreon request day for July 2019. The theme for this month was "Back to Nature" and the story contains M/F sex between consenting adults with elements of peril focused role-play.
Welcome to the Jungle
The heat was intolerable. The air thick as soup. Every breath was a struggle as Natalie staggered through the jungle, tree branches clutching at her already torn, ragged clothes like grasping hands. She had to keep moving. Had to keep running, or it would get her. Her heart raced. A cry of terror and desperation was constantly caught in her throat. She didn't know if escape was possible, but she had to try. It had been the jaguar's life's ambition to visit the jungles of the land from which her ancestors had emigrated centuries before, but now all that she wanted was to return to the comforts of civilisation, and the arms of the man she loved.
No sooner had that thought crossed her mind though, something wrapped around Natalie's left ankle. She screamed, squealed in shock and dismay, and looked down to see a slithering vine with reddish veins in its green matter pulsing as it gripped more and more tightly at her ankle. She reached down with her blade to hack it away and free herself, but to her horror another vine burst out of the leaf-litter and grabbed her by the wrist, squeezing so tightly she had no choice but to drop the machete to the floor. She screamed and fought to get away, struggling with all her might and sweeping out at the vines with her clawed fingertips in lieu of an actual weapon, but it was hopeless. More vines swung down from the trees. Burst from the bushes. They surrounded her. Grabbed her. Pulled her spread eagled down face first against the hot, wet jungle floor, and as she gurgled in anguish as she felt those tendrils tearing away what remained of her already ruined, ragged shorts, Natalie peered over her shoulder just in time to see a vast, mouth-like flower ringed with red veined petals slither into the clearing on a particularly thick, snake-like vine. Without eyes it looked at her. It slithered closer as from within the bulb of its flower a tongue-like pseudopod slopped forth, glistening with yellowish fluids.
Natalie begged. She screamed. She even prayed for her freedom despite having no belief in any creator to speak of. Anything to save her from what was about to happen. Anything to avoid the horror of being consumed alive by this monstrous pla-...
Her eyes widened, her body tensed, and a strangled gurgle escaped her muzzle as she felt something. Not the agony of being ripped apart by vines though, or being dissolved by some vast carnivorous flower's potent digestive acids. Instead, she felt that huge flower's tongue-like appendage slop messily against her now bare buttocks, and whimpered, gurgled bashfully rather than in any degree of horror, as its slickened pseudopod began to probe its way into her ass.
"O-oh... oh god, you're... you're not trying to eat me?"
She whimpered in relief, in wonder, and undeniably in pleasure as the flower held her immobile and busied itself toying with her rump. Two more vines spread her cheeks wider apart, making her blush and squeal in a very different tone than her earlier cries. Her face reddened deeply, and a low, guttural moan of pleasure followed as one of those tentacles moved down to her pussy, and began to rub and probe at her already wet opening, to tease her suddenly throbbing clit as the pseudopod in her ass began to work harder, and deeper to explore the jaguar from the inside out.
"Oh. Ohh, fuck. I... if I'd known..."
Natalie shuddered, toes curling in pleasure as she struggled in her bonds not trying to escape, but simply to writhe in bliss against the monstrous plant's touches.
"...if I'd known, I never would have run. I... I would have let you say hello, let you welcome me from the first time I... ohhh god. Right there. Right... oh. Oh, god!"
*******
"Right there. Right... oh. Oh, god!"
Clancy purred loudly as he started to finger Natalie a little more vigorously, and heard her cry out from where her head was positioned at the far end of the bed. He didn't stop to admire her pleasure though. Didn't lift his head out from under her tail for even a moment, the golden retriever's long, rough, wet tongue delving deeper into her ass before drawing back to tease and rim its very exterior while his fingers teased his bound wife's clit. He heard the bed creak slightly as she tugged again at the straps tying her to the four corners of the bed, and pressed his tongue back into her, spearing her ass once again and timing the searching strokes of his fingers perfectly in tandem with each strike and slurp of his tongue. Natalie had been wet from the moment he tied her up, wet from the moment he agreed to play the role of whatever monstrous but surprisingly friendly entity was on her mind tonight. Now though, with his tongue hard at work where she loved it the most and his fingers starting to tease dangerously close to the jaguar's g-spot, she was soaked, dripping and occasionally gushing a little onto the bed between her quaking thighs.
"Oh. Ohhhhhh... o-oh that's... fuck. Please, I... I can't take it, I... a-aahhh..."
He could picture her eyes rolling, the desperate joy on her face as he pulled his fingers out of her pussy, pulled his tongue out of her ass, and nuzzled his face deeper into the crevice of her plump rear end. His lips kissed the rosy exterior of her pucker. He smooched it once, twice, three times in succession before letting his tongue flick teasingly out over it again, and with both hands grasped, squeezed and spread Natalie's cheeks before beginning to lap more forcefully, more rapidly and viciously... as much as a warm, wet tongue could in any way be vicious, at least. Every time she shrieked or whimpered or begged her squeezed her ass in his hands adoringly. He could smell her arousal, her wetness growing all the more intense now that he wasn't actually directly stimulating her pussy, the scent trying to lure him back but his mind and heart resisting. Clancy just kept on working her with his tongue alone, with her ass alone as the source of stimulation, and sure enough though it was slower, much slower in its progress, he could feel her shaking, thrashing, shrieking and pleading her way towards the brink from that stimulation which she most deliriously craved alone.
"Harder!"
She screamed, Clancy growling happily as for the first time in several minutes he instantly responded by driving his tongue deep into her back passage, as far and as fast as it would go. Her whole body convulsed, and he felt a splash of liquids hit him around the fur above his collarbone as an almighty yowling wail erupted from the jaguar.
" Please!"
Natalie roared, her voice ragged and broken in her sheer desperation and bliss. Clancy spread her cheeks wider still, as wide as he could comfortably move them, and moved his thumbs in to rub and tease at the very edges of her pucker as he tongued her hard and fast, relentlessly while she started to shudder and thrash and sob in elation.
"So close! So... I'm... oh god! Oh. _Ohhhmyfucking ghhhaaahhhhhyessssssss!! _"
Clancy growled in pride and elation as he felt his wife cum. As he heard her screams pass beyond simple pleasure and into mindless, savage ecstasy, and felt jet after jet of hot, copious ejaculate squirt and spray out against his chest, her pussy overcome despite the limited stimulation it had received throughout this round. Even as she came though, he didn't stop tending to her ass, because he knew that whatever fantasy she had conjured up, it wouldn't have stopped. They never did. And thus, neither would he. The retriever grinned and moaned into the jaguar's gorgeous ass as he continued to tongue her vigorously, and even when her body sagged and fell limp against the now decidedly more sodden sheets below, he still did not withdraw, licking, nuzzling, tasting her delectable rump, until with a breathless but still lustful whimper, she gave him the prompt he was waiting for.
"Ohhh... again? Please, I... I d-don't know if I can... oh god. You're not stopping. Oh god, you're... you're not... oh. Oh. Please, god... yes. Again!"
By Jeeves
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