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Plant Trap

A combination of wolf and bear standing sic inches over nine feet with russet brown fur, moss green eyes and a Mohawk to match strides through a forest in leather armor strides on patrol using a quarterstaff as his walking stick. He is looking around for potential trouble and if he knows he can handle he will, but otherwise he knows he needs to retreat and get more experienced rangers to take care of it. But unbeknownst to him a green skinned humanoid female with pointed ears and red hair is looking at him and licking her lips.

The looker is a nymph whose expertise is carnivorous plants and while she recognizes the ranger as a member of the Druid Council she knows just how far she push things and get away with it. She is also hoping that the ranger is young enough not to know dark fey like her exist in the world as she takes a thorn vine weapon from her tool belt, her only piece of clothing, and uses it swing across the forest path in front of the ranger. He's actually fresh out of Ranger college with no real experience so the appearance of any nymph is a new experience for him as he moves to follow her at a safe distance.

She sees that the ranger is following him at a distance and licks her lips as he is doing what she was hoping he would. She has definite plans for him, as she knows that any ranger on patrol duty is likely either a newly trained one or being given the assignment as a kind of discipline by a superior. And since he is following textbook procedures so tightly she surmises he must be a newly minted ranger which is just perfect for her purposes.

Viper vines heed their mistress's call and try to capture the ranger for her amusement with limited success. He may be big but he is also semi agile and very strong. The difficulty it is proving to pin him down is actually driving her libido as it makes her want him more for carnality rather than the carnage she desire other visitors to the forest.

In her mind the idea that playing the damsel in distress card might bring about the wanted result but she is not ready to use that ruse just yet. While the Druid Council rules these lands without challenge from the fey as per an ancient pact, nymphs like her can act as petty lords of all they survey as long as their predations are kept to a minimum, well the lethal casualties, and even then she usually confines the feedings of her plants to those who will not be missed or she makes sure only certain plants capture those she is not supposed to harass like rangers, druids and witches. And it is non-lethal fun she has in mind for him as she makes her way to a favored plant for just such fun.

Not too far behind the ranger need to take a leak and through one of her viper vines the nymph learns this and doubles back to surprise him and makes his need part of her seduction plan. He makes a sign with his hand before lowering his pants and adjusting his package as the nymph climbs out of a tangle of vines above him. She lands behind him softly and reaches around to cup his scrotum with one hand.

"Watering the tree are we?" The nymph asks facetiously. "At least you did what you were taught as an apology."

"Ma'am?" The ranger asks nervously.

"Oh, don't worry too much, pup," She coos, "just do what I tell you and it will be alright."

"Yes, ma'am," He replies as he knows better than to challenge a powerful fey, especially one that can blind him. "What do you want me to do?"

"Take your clothes off and follow me, boy," She orders and the ranger nods and does as ordered rather than properly replies.

She leads him to a large tentacle pod pitcher plant deep in the forest itself; striking him with her whip in random places at random times although his ass and genitals are a frequent target. Once at the plant he realizes what kind of nymph he has been following but then it is entirely too late as viper vines wrap around his arms and pull him up. Claiming she is thirsty the nymph licks at his scrotum and sticks her tapered tongue down his sheath to taste his cock.

He moans in pleasure as she gets him out and hard, sounds that are music to her ears as she has a viper vine enter his tail hole. The plant in his ass makes him uncomfortable which amuses her as she uses the distraction to bite his balls. He grunts in pain but otherwise does not react which somewhat disappoints her but she did somewhat expect it as she checks his cock and finds it hard enough to mount.

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She sucks on his phallus to get him a little harder as she magically narrows her own tongue to stick it down inside of his prick a little, her hands kneading his nut sack all the while. In order for her to have something to really ride, she wants it as hard as it gets before the knot is formed and she gets what she wants in short order. For his part the ranger is complacent in letting the dark fey do exactly what she wants to do to him as he knows from his training that creatures like her can rip his balls from his body quicker than he can blink his eyes and like any male, losing his testicles is not very hard on the list of things he wants to do before dying; ironically though, fucking a fey is on his list of things I would like to do before my next incarnation.

The nymph rides his pole for all he's worth; her inner walls working his shaft mercilessly as she grabs his head and inclines it towards her rack. The ranger doesn't need much more convincing than that to start licking at her tits as he gets harder within her. She coos with pleasure and mentally guides the viper vines to fuck him more intensely as she wants to induce his body to produce the kind of cock normally associated with males who fuck only other males.

Her breasts starts to lactate, and while the milk is sweet it is tainted, drugged with the dangerous pollen of predatory plants who use hallucinogens to help render their prey helpless when the time comes to strike the fatal blow. But while she knows that's the sort of effect her milk has on those that drink it, the nymph has no fatal instinct in regards to the ranger she has ensnared. Her intentions are entirely carnal instead of carnage.

The nymph rides the ranger to climax, kissing him after he makes his howl of pleasure. The she has the vines draw the ranger into the pod itself where filaments fill his urethra to keep it out and at leas semi firm as it reaches further and further in as it does a kind of fucking motion of his cock even as a bud in the pod itself covers his mouth and nose to ensure he can breathe as well as shove a feeding tube down his throat. Outside of the pod the nymph laughs and instructs the pod to just milk him, not eat him, for no other reason than at some point there will be someone else by to check on him and eventually he will be found and if he is found dead others in the faerie courts will hunt her down for killing him.

Inside the pod the ranger is kept well fed and in a state of bliss as the plant does its best to milk him of any and all semen he produces. The nymph keeps the climax of males to make her own kind of liquor that she sells to others in the faerie courts and occasionally a bottle may fall into Council hands as the Faerie Courts and the Druid Council trade back and forth quite a bit and the Druids along with their allies and subordinates, like the ranger in the pod, do their best to act as a buffer between the fey and the normal world. Although fey like her also prey upon the mundane world for their own amusement and she has lured many a strapping young male to his death with promises of lust never to be fulfilled but once her plants have drained them of every drop of cum, devoured them utterly, as the hidden piles of bones that she often takes and uses as sculpture art supplies for grizzly statures that are truly grotesque.

She thinks on this as she watches him squirm a little in the pod as the vine in his ass gets a little aggressive. While this amuses her no end, she starts to get another idea as to what to do with him. But that is another story...