Spent, Mike relaxed, the sex pollen wearing off temporarily. He knew he only had a few moments of clarity and wondered what would happen if he ran. Those thoughts were lost when the Mandragora leaned forward, his moist cock slipping free of her. The pitcher plant pussy sealed itself shut, pulling itself up into the plant’s body only to be replaced by another.
“Oh God,” he muttered, the pollen capturing him once more. His dick was suddenly rock-hard again, his balls swollen with cum once more. He pulled her back against him this time, fucking her while they sat up. He grabbed her breasts from behind, marveling at how full and soft they felt. While she bounced on his cock, his thumb slid beneath the chain of the necklace, causing it to twist and catch on his hand. She rode him this way for several more minutes, massaging his balls and pressing on his prostate through his skin. When he came this time, he squeezed her breasts as hard as he could, screaming unintelligibly at the sky, the sensation of several ounces of cum leaving his body too much to bear. His hands slid away from her breasts, the chain breaking in his fingers. He fell over backward, staring in wonder at the perfect globes of her ass. The pollen clearing away, he immediately recognized the curvature of her body.
“Sarah,” he whispered, suddenly aware of the necklace in his hands. He stuffed it away in the pocket of his jeans, the sudden moment of clarity lost again when the Mandragora lifted her ass away from him, swaying from side to side, her pussy closing itself away and a new one blossoming in its place.
She rode him again, his mind lost in the flood of hormones and magic that had taken over his body. Every time he came, he thought that the ordeal was finally over, but the Mandragora kept going. It wasn’t the fact that he had been pollinated that bothered him or even the number of times they would fuck that scared him.
It was what would happen to him once they were finished. Would she fuck him until he died? Eat him? Would he become like Sarah, a vessel for the next hapless traveler?
No, it had to be something more. Something much bigger was going on here, but Mike could only think in brief increments, his balls swelling to an inordinate size despite blasting torrent after torrent of cum into the plant.
The sun crept across the sky, and a storm blew through. Lying on his back, he stared in wonderment at the perfect body above him as it arched its back one final time, its song reverberating in his very soul. The plant’s belly was swollen now with the fruit of his efforts, looking easily seven months pregnant. He wondered if the wind would carry away his shriveled-up body and how it was even possible to come as much as he had.
The Mandragora’s face was a picture of serenity, her dark eyes closed. Her skin darkened to the color of bark, and she stood, turning to face the sun. The clearing went absolutely still, and the Mandragora stepped off the giant flower bed they had used. The petals wilted, tiny glowing lights leaving their surfaces to gather around the living plant. She looked back one more time at Mike, her green face now covered in bark.
He expected her to say something, but no words came. Instead, the Mandragora disappeared into the foliage, taking her song with it.
A week ago, he had fucked to exhaustion. He never thought in his wildest dreams that he could ever be more tired. Today, however, had taught him that there was a new level of exhaustion to achieve. His limbs were cold, almost like his body had lost the ability to circulate blood. The pollen had finally worn off, and he was like a baby, completely weak and helpless.
Leaves rustled behind him. He tilted his head back to see someone step free of the trees around the clearing. As he became suddenly aware of how cold the ground felt beneath him, his consciousness faded away.
Beth sat across from the intern and was frowning at her computer screen. She had come in today fully expecting to be either fired or demoted, but now she was saddled with a young woman that some of the men in the office had trouble keeping their eyes off of.
In a way, Beth wanted to hate her. Hate the idea that her boss thought she was so incompetent that she could no longer work alone, hate the idea that she could potentially be training her replacement. At the same time, however, Lily was extremely useful. Within minutes of returning to her office, the intern had helped her reorganize the Radley file paperwork and, using a MacBook of her own, had gone through the company’s record to streamline all the data.
“You’re really good with computers,” Beth had noted.
“Thanks. The last guy I was with was a whiz with them. I picked up a few of his tricks.” Something about the way Lily had smirked when she’d spoken had told Beth there was more to the story. Maybe someday she would ask.
The Radley file’s main issues stemmed from not only the size of the estate but the way it had been set up to be self-sustaining. Accounts had been put in place to pay the taxes on not just the house but random parcels of land worldwide owned by the estate. Beth was waiting for Mike to fully settle in before she revealed the true enormity of the estate. Emily had been adamant that everything be done by the book and that none of the estate should
