What disturbs me is that knew the danger beforehand. And still, I succumbed.
This particular creature was very rare. It had only been documented once, and only with third-hand information. A tribe knew a tribe that reported to a scientist that this large creature concealed most of itself underground. What it exposed at the surface was small, delicate, and perfectly evolved for my demise.
You see, when I hacked through the underbrush on my months-long expedition, and I found the clearing in the rain-forest, I felt my exhausted spirits lift. I didn’t notice the pheromones in the area. I just enjoyed the space, the augmented colors, and the sparkles of sun through the less dense canopy.
I sensed her ahead before I saw her (mind you, not a *her* at all). A beautiful young woman with tan skin sat on a broken tree trunk. Her nakedness shone with a stunning perfection. Such beauty. Such impossible beauty. Her legs were spread casually, exposing that pink slash to her inner yearning world. And she moved oddly, hypnotically, with eyes closed and mouth open as if experiencing wonderfully deep pleasures in body and mind.
I dropped what I was carrying.
I approached.
Her movements quickened, as if she were striving for an orgasm that hovered just of out reach. She needed me to take her there. I knew it with every cell in my body.
She parted her legs farther. That heavenly slash widened, revealed brilliant living pinks and watery nectars. I never wanted to lick, to devour, to consume a woman more in my entire life. No fantasy, no matter how depraved, could compete with this reality.
My clothes rubbed my suddenly sensitive skin. I needed to shed them. I did as my cock refused to bend or yield, diamond hard.
With tears of joy, I fell between her legs and licked at the top of her pussy canal where those large, sumptuous labia curved inward and formed her erect clit. The taste flooded me with insanity. I licked faster, harder, deeper. Her legs trembled and snapped in response. There was no sound from her. Just pulsations, clenches, and small sprays of fluid that wet my face and spurred me on.
Her pussy filled my consciousness. I lapped everywhere. I moaned, unable to eat enough of her.
Faster and faster I licked, and those legs flailed more wildly than ever.
Then, those legs hardened. Shook. Fluttered in some kind of ecstatic convulsion.
I pressed my face into that pussy, that luscious opening, and it yielded. It cupped my face, so I pressed deeper. It felt incredible as she came in wave after wave on my cheeks. So intimate. The fragrance had me utterly intoxicated.
With one undulation, her pussy ringed my entire head. I groaned with the primal surrender of prey.
The next undulation tipped my head down as it slid wonderfully over my ears and latched around my neck.
I needed to be cradled. Love. Nurtured. I drew my legs together and my arms to my sides. I became as narrow as possible.
The next undulation embraced my shoulders, and I fell deeper into the pink, pulsating universe. The undulations became quicker, smaller, slurping down over my chest, my stomach, but stopped at my hips. I was angled down into the ground where the main body the creature laid.
I felt tickles under my legs, at the tip of my utterly swollen cock. Some fragment of my brain remembered that at this point, the creature exuded flower-like stamens from the part that resembled a tree stump. Its reproductive organs extended and matured in seconds. That’s when I started to comprehend the asphyxiation. I hadn’t breathed in a minute. The death euphoria shivered in my entire body, and I came violently.
My cock danced and thrashed, spraying my cum over all of the waiting blossoms.
In that perfection of after-bliss, my consciousness became ever smaller, and I slid down, down, down.
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