Flowering Starfire

It was an inspired bit of botany if Ivy said so herself. Contriving a strain of pheromones that could affect an actual extraterrestrial. Of course, she’d done it to Kryptonians before, but using her spores on Starfire seemed like it would prove a lot more fun. She could see Kory’s nose wrinkling in confusion as the perfumed mist from the puffer plant dissipated in the air, but the way she shifted her weight, suddenly holding herself as if battle were a confused afterthought, told Ivy that she’d been successful.

“Starfire,” Ivy said cordially, letting her husky voice slip down an octave to properly greet Kory, the aural sex of it only helping her plant work its wiles. “So nice of you to drop in. I know you’d really like to take me to jail, but I have a better idea. Why don’t I bury my face between your legs?”

Kory’s all-green eyes blinked repeatedly in shock, almost making Ivy titter with the journey they went on.

For Kory, it seemed as if she’d dreamed of Ivy doing that for as long as she could remember. But hearing Ivy offer it to her still seemed wrong. “Noooo,” she drawled slowly, as if the denial didn’t want to leave her crimson lips. “We can’t do that. It’s… not right…”

“Of course it’s right…” Ivy said soothingly, practically seeing the tingles going through Kory’s statuesque body as her flesh battled her mind, the raw hunger of her desire straining against all the civilization holding it back. “Now, Kory—may I call you Kory? What happens when you hold your breath, Kory?”

“My…” Kory bit her lip, her eyes glazing over as she looked at Ivy, feeling feverish with the sight of her. It didn’t help that Ivy preened and posed, knowing just how to display her semi-nude body to draw Kory’s gaze all over it. “My lungs… tighten… they ache… and they burn…”

Ivy smiled at her, every shade of green on her lips catching the light. “Sounds a little like what your nice hot cunt is doing right now.”

“Nngh!” Kory moaned, almost delirious with how flushed she became upon hearing that naughty word. “X’Hal! I want… I want it so much…”

“I know you do,” Ivy purred, coming closer. The vines rustled all around them—now Kory was beyond realizing they were under her control. “Your body needs it.” She ran her hand over the firm mound of Kory’s oversized breast, slipping underneath the scant covering to touch the swollen nipple dimpling the material. “It’s begging for what it needs. You need me to eat your pussy the same way you need to breathe.”

“Yes… yes…” Kory sighed. It all sounded so reasonable when Ivy said it, and her fingers felt so good on her engorged nipple… as good as the cool air that rushed against her sweaty flesh when Ivy pulled the strap of her costume aside. The nagging voices of duty and honor fell silent, replaced with desire screaming louder and louder inside her.

“But me personally, I feed my dog before I have dinner myself,” Ivy said. “I’m sure it’s the same way with you. We have to take care of our pets first…” 

She stretched out her hand, palm flat, and a tentacle spooled its way out to lay its head on her fingers, the bulb phallic, drooling a white sap between her fingers. Ivy wrapped her hand around it and gave it a squeeze, showing the bulb was firm and girthy, more like a rock-hard erection than any plant Kory had ever seen.

“Suck my pet off,” she said, and the vine leapt out of Ivy’s hand to present itself to Kory, actually butting up against her lips.

Kory found herself opening her mouth instinctively.

Usually, when she gave head, Kory used her tongue first, licking up and down and all around the shaft, as if lubricating the entire length to go down her throat, and lapping at the balls for good measure. Only then did she take it into her mouth and really suck on it. Tonguing a man first always made him very appreciative of how satisfying a good throatjob was, while also working Kory’s appetite up to a fever pitch. It teased her tastebuds, made her mouth water, so that by the time he finally came, Kory truly savored the feast. 

But she was in no mood to savor now. She was ravenous, and the tentacle was throbbing and bucking already, flowing with that sweet sap that tasted so much like cum that Kory could’ve drunk it all day. Clasping the vine with both hands, she bobbed her head up and down on its cockhead, taking every inch of it into her mouth on every downstroke, then pulling back so that only the tip was still between her lips, her tongue flailing over the knob to taste every new dose of sap. 

Only it wasn’t sap anymore—not to her fevered mind. It was cum, and she wanted the plant’s cum every bit as much as any man had ever wanted to give it to her. She was starving for cum, desperate to be rewarded for her cocksucking.

Then Kory gurgled, unable to keep sucking, just letting the cock bloat her mouth as Ivy’s fingers slid down into her bottoms and traced her dewy labia. “Good girl,” Ivy husked. “Most people are so callous towards plants… they don’t see the needs that vegetation has… but you know your place just perfectly.”

When Ivy’s finger pushed inside of her cunt, all the way to her G-spot, Kory came, her juices soaking the crotch of her costume. Then Ivy took her finger away, lovingly sucking it clean before Kory’s all-green eyes. The vine pulled out of Kory’s mouth too, wrapping around her throat instead and pushing her to her knees, where she watched the creepers that made up Ivy’s costume draw away from her pale green flesh, leaving her bare all the way down to her familiar pink cunt. Ivy took two handfuls of Kory’s hair and pulled her to her groin.

For a moment, Kory was shocked, being confronted with Ivy’s cunt, as sweetly smelling as it was. She was fucking a villain. A villain and her plants. It was totally illicit, even wrong. But thrilling. Her cunt was hungry for more now and she couldn’t hold back her need for Ivy’s body. She ran her tongue over Ivy’s pussy and it felt lovely. In fact, Kory wanted nothing more than to lick that pussy until Ivy screamed.