Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 126848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
He knew he shouldn’t jerk off again to the memory of the little Elite letting the pleasure blooms fuck her. He had been half asleep earlier but his waking self realized it was wrong and invasive for him to have witnessed it at all.
But a male can’t help what he dreams and the images wouldn’t leave his mind’s eye. At last, he took his throbbing shaft in hand once more and stroked it.
And though he tried not to think of her, the image of the pleasure blooms fucking the curvy Elite were what he saw as he shouted his pleasure in the night and the hot seed erupted from the tip of his shaft.
EIGHT
When Iyanna woke up the next morning, a garden was growing between her legs. It was only when she tried to turn over and felt something brushing between her thighs that she realized something was different.
Frowning, she touched the hanging glow blossom and murmured, “Brighter, okay?”
Obligingly, the blossoms overhead began to glow more brightly so she could see what was going on.
Sitting up, Iyanna threw back the silky green coverlet and stared at the lower half of her body in surprise. Sprouting from between her thighs was what looked like a whole bouquet of flowers.
“What the hell?” she muttered sleepily. Bending over to examine the flower shop that had apparently sprouted between her thighs while she slept, Iyanna saw that some of them appeared to be the small flowers that grew on the vines that made up the mattress, only these had grown extremely large. The ones in the mattress were only the size of her pinky fingernail. The new ones, sprouting between her legs were as broad as her hand. They had cheerful white and yellow striped petals and bright orange centers.
That wasn’t all, though—some of the flowers that were growing were pleasure blooms. Both female and males blossoms were there, though there were more of the male ones. The long blue buds were already the length of her palm and seemed to be rapidly growing larger.
“What…why did this happen?” She shook her head as she stared at the flowers. Then she looked behind her and saw that between her legs wasn’t the only place something strange had happened while she slept. Everyplace her body had touched, the tiny flowers of the mattress had grown large. But it was only between her legs where the pleasure blooms had sprouted.
Iyanna wondered why until she moved over to another part of the mattress. Then she saw a small, dark spot on the twisting vines. Touching it with her fingertip, she brought it closer to her face and frowned—it was the slippery purple seed the pleasure blooms from the bathing pool had deposited inside her last night. Had the seed germinated inside her body somehow and then caused new plants to sprout?
But how could that be, she wondered in bewilderment? She wasn’t part of the pleasure bloom plant’s sexual reproduction cycle. Shouldn’t a female plant have to be involved for new plants to sprout?
Well, maybe not. She didn’t know anything about the pleasure blooms yet, though she was eager to study them, she reminded herself. But there was also the question of why the flowers in the mattress had grown so large after they made contact with her body. And for that matter, why had the couch sprouted flowers when she touched it? Also, why did the hanging glow blossoms respond to her requests for more or less light? Did the living furniture plants respond to the touch of all humanoids the way they responded to her? If not, was she special in some way to them?
Her head full of questions, Iyanna looked at her watch and decided it was too late to go back to sleep. Instead, she would get up and make herself some breakfast and wait for the guide Commander Rarev had promised her to come to the door of her suite.
But she found, when she got out of the enormous mattress—she either had to roll or crawl on her hands and knees, there was no other way to get to the edge)—that she had more problems than the mysterious flowers blooming all around her.
The places on her body where the pleasure blooms had touched her were sensitive and warm to the touch. It was almost like she had a fever in her nipples and between her thighs, Iyanna thought. Frowning, she touched herself carefully and found that the slightest brush of her fingers to her nipples sent bolts of intense, almost painful pleasure through her body.
“Whoa!” she gasped, yanking her hand away from her right breast. “What the hell? That’s like a…a nipple orgasm or something!”
Only it wasn’t quite an orgasm, she thought. Though it was incredibly pleasurable, touching her nipples didn’t quite manage to get her to the peak—though it came damn close.