Whatever it was that now pooled in her stomach and continued to send out waves of warmth through her, it actually seemed to struggle for a bit as the last drops dribbled into her. Almost as if it was confused and trying to creep up her throat before yielding to her powerful swallows, leaving a soft and indecipherable taste in the back of her throat. Her tongue met the ducts squeezing the last drops from the well-worked segments of the alien shaft as it continued to withdraw slowly - clearly taking care not to choke her in the process.

The creature's tentacles were all quite eager, each seeming to make their own plans - occasionally jostling around in confusion as their admiration of her splendid body rare caused collisions every now and then. Regardless, the amount of organization it eventually managed was surprising, as they slowly coiled around her limbs and waist, eventually lifting her clean off the floor. The vines holding her seemed to flatten, providing a little 'give' for her to settle into rather than dig into her arms, and once he was certain that she wouldn't fall off, the smallest lengths moved first, again exploring her top and letting her tiny skirt hike itself up as her legs followed the siren call of gravity.

The surprisingly soft tips of these tentacles brushed up against her wet sex, her sensitive lips picking out the impossibly-small suckers that kissed her drenched nethers weakly as they were drawn between her legs. Below her, serpentine vines tipped with a curious, vulva-like opening lined with swaying barbs emerged from below - and waited patiently as the smaller tentacles carefully peeled off her crop top, exposing Daphnee's cute tits to the waiting pair below. When they opened up, they reminded her of something like a venus flytrap and a lamprey, as they approached her tits slowly, then slowly slid closed around her tits. The barbs peeled back to lie flat across her skin, still producing that amber-colored fluid that now dripped onto her skin as the smaller tentacles began to massage her breasts slowly. As if getting used to an unusual position, the creature began to slowly tease and tug on her nipples with an array of hairlike tongues that emerged from the depths of the duo that was servicing her bosom.

When the translator heard Daphnee's recommendation, her ears imperceptibly prick up, but a look of disappointment takes over the look of eager curiosity when the creature, in no uncertain terms - orders her to sit down. Her cheeks puff out slightly as she gets denied. And just as she was about to stand up and approach Daphnee, several more lengths whip out of the shambling creature's body, coiling around her limbs and lifting her into the air. Her initial excitement turns to a look of nervousness as she is held there, a few paces away to watch what was happening below.

"Hey, no fair! I wasn't going to lick her!"

The 'words' from the creature made no sense, but following the translator's replies made it obvious that she had received a scolding.

"Awww..." she goes slack, and quietly accepts her punishment. "He says I can join once I'm ready or something... who knows when that'll be..."

Another wriggling mass presses against Daphnee's rear end, tough - rootlike ends appearing to grow outwards as they explored her perky rear, zeroing in on her tight, quivering anal hole.

“OH!” She gasps out in surprise as she's drawn up by tentacles that coil around her arms. Initially Daphnee is surprised. Those tentacles feel as if they are melting as they flatten out against her skin making small adjustments.

Some of that cum that she had not managed to swallow down rolled out from the corners of her mouth. Unable to use her hands to wipe it away she instead uses her tongue flicking it to one side then the other attempting to gather up what she could.

Tentacles explore her. Some even getting her clothing out of the way. Green eyes go wide for a fraction of a second when she notices those barbs as a pair of tentacles open up. It's not long before they attack fastening on her erect nipples. Barbs teased along her skin while she feels suction envelop her.

Other tentacles explore and drink from her wet hole gathering up the nectar there.

“Mmm. Ahhh.” Her head tips back as she gets lost in these sensations. Those barbs teasing rather than harming her. The warmth in her belly spreads throughout her body. She feels a vast tingle rush through her as if feeling an electrical current moving through her.

Unable to process what was said she realizes it wasn't directed at her. Looking to her left she sees that the slave in now restrained. There is a flushed look over her comely features. Clearly she was still aroused from before. A part of her can sympathize having to endure much. Daphnee could not relate to being denied however. More often than not she was made to endure hours of pleasure that overloaded her senses. Not unless one counted waiting for her Mistress to claim her since she was unable to take part in Vera on a whim. That was more a reward for performing well.

She managed a grin as she felt him playing with her backdoor. Preparing her or teasing her she couldn't say. “T-That's it.” She gasped and even squirmed a little against those tentacles. With the barbs set against her nipples she didn't move too vigorously. Scraps were fine. Piercing was not. The motion was pleasant.

Glancing back at the slave she simply nods. She was an old toy, Daphnee a new one, so it was clear where his interests were at present. If their positions were reversed it would be the same.

“That feels good.”

Hanging there she was his canvass to paint. There was little more that she could do suspended as she was.

The more he got used to her, the better those sharp 'teeth' got at moving away just in time to avoid damaging her. Little by little, the powerful suckers that had been playing and tugging with her nipples and groping her chest learned how to 'move aside' just in time to draw out pleasure while avoiding 'biting' too deep. The fluid the barbs exuded were slowly beginning to work through her skin naturally, the nature of its slow-release bringing her a lot more pleasure than a direct onslaught would do.

More of those tentacles gathered around her now, some even working to gather the few rivulets of cum she had missed and feeding it back to her while the thing exploring her rear suddenly started to fray, forming two, then four, then countless threadlike lengths that squirmed into her anal hole by utilizing her nectar as a lubricant, each powerful throb sending the alien lengths deeper into her. The way they pressed out on her good spots was akin to a vibrator massage rather than a direct penetration. The twitching mass in her stomach finally calmed down, and began to slowly melt - a pleasant process that warmed her up from the inside as a second tentacle cock brushed against her drooling wet slit while a fresh pair of soft, twitching lengths place themselves on the palms of her hands.

"Okay fine, I was gonna lick her." the translator admits. "I was just excited to see one of my people, ya know?"

At this, the creature lets out a satisfied grunt, then continues to converse with her.

"Wait, really?" her voice regains some of that earlier excitement "Is that all you wanted me to admit to? I can join you?"

At this, the creature splits open to reveal a larger, central organ that quivers as it pushes out a distended, grooved rod that seems to pulsate with a life of its own as the tip appears to gasp for air, reminding her of the gills of a fish as it gulped the air. The central section looked like some kind of oversized bud, and the way something twitched under it was surreal to look at. More words again, and the translator's responses are perfectly on time.

"Agh, I knew there'd be a catch..." she sighs, then taps Daphnee's shoulder to get her attention. "So, uh... he says we have to give our guests the best possible thing. So will you be using that ovipositor, or...?"

Then she leans in to whisper. "Please let me use it..."

The drugs worked through her pores. Feeling that rising heat within her Daphnee feels it growing. Her nethers growing more damp, her chest played with. Barbs working against her skin. They may have left scratches had it not been for that liquid. In a way that liquid was massaged into her instead.

The root at her ass split. Then again. And again to the point that she lost track. So many spaghetti thin like threads worked against her then in. “Ah!” Bunched together they had girth. Her reeling mind processed everything adjusting to that root. She barely managed it when her pussy was taken as well.

Additional roots found themselves in her hands which flowed up and down them. The barbs were fewer on these, even so they folded out of the way rather than stiffening and piercing her. His control was remarkable. All the while she ran her tongue over the root before her. Barbs tickled her tongue along with more of the chemicals that heated her up. She craved more. Wanted more. That taste unlike anything she had before.

Words were exchanged between him and the translator though she misses what is said. Her mind so focused on what she's doing it isn't until she feels a hand on her shoulder that pulls her away from what she's doing. Even now she feels so full, so close already.

“Huh?” She plays back the last few seconds trying to recall what was said. Her green eyes falling upon the latest root. It appeared to be breathing, an additional surprise as it unsheathes from the body. That thick tube as her attention for a few seconds.

From the sounds of it her translator makes out that it's one shot. It must need some time to recharge as Daphnee concludes that they could take turns other wise. She debates not knowing what it would do but it had to be good. All the chemicals within her provide for a pleasant warmth, a craving. Maybe she could have bargained otherwise. In exchange for her services on stage.

“Can't we share?” Her mind was made up. She wanted to try it out and if both of them could not partake then she was certainly going to find out what it could do as appealing as it would be to watch her squirm in pleasure.

“Can't we share?” Daphnee asked her, and the translator's shoulders slump. The alien creature's voice gurgles again, and she sits back.

"Aw. I wanted the fresh bits..." she sighs. "But I guess he's right, guests get preferential treatment."

She seemed to be taking it quite well, but when her hands wander down to play with herself, it was clear that she truly was upset over not getting the 'fresh bits', whatever it was.

The organ continued to swell up ever so slightly, the fleshy tube and the surrounding mass seeming to breathe in and out as Daphnee finally was guided to the alien organ. The thing was quite an exotic shaft, ringed with pulsating nodules, lines of oddly-moving vines shifting around it languidly. Not exactly wide enough to stretch her too much, but the extra bits running along the underside promised a fresh cornucopia of pleasure. As Daphnee's hips hung over it, the 'breathing' continued to quicken as the tool stopped short of penetrating her right away, the tentacles holding her in place loosening just enough to let her move her hips.

"A-ah, right..." the translator nodded when one of the tentacles tapped her on the shoulder. "He says you may choose any way you want him to take you."

Fresh bits? Daphnee wondered what that meant. She concluded that there was some sort of drug or taste that had been diluted over time. Could it be that time was a factor in charging it up? She guessed she would find out.

Green eyes regarded that organ. While not intimidating it was large in it's own right. Different too. There was a lot of that going on these days. It continued to breath and as it did so she could feel some minor circulation of air as if a fan was set on low.

The air had a fragrance too. Sweet, similar to whatever had already influence her. Perhaps it was the same thing but more potent? A fire raged through her as she was drawn closer. That root aligned with her sex. It's breathing stimulating her further, her nethers quivered, juices blown across the insides of her thighs.

Daphnee swallowed. Bracing herself for the unknown she managed to tease herself at the same time with small motions against the head of that root. Ensuring that her own lubrication worked against it as her hands secured themselves on his torso.

Another translation followed. While it was clear that her translator wanted this honor Daphnee had been too incensed to resist.

“Anyway?” She repeats. Only afterward did it occur to her that he was waiting on her to take the lead. “Is that so?” Her hips drop down over that root suddenly.

“Ah fuck!” She stills after taking some of him inside. That was too quick too soon. There was a bit of discomfort at first. Her juices gathering around more of him Daphnee pushes herself back up then lowers herself back down. Slower this time. That discomfort brief replaced by bliss. Each bob growing quicker than the last until she build up a respectable pace.

“DAMN! OHHH!!! YESSS!!!” She squealed as she feed that internal hunger. Already she felt her walls quivering against him. Flooding around him as she came hard. “AHH! DON'T STOP!”

“AHH! DON'T STOP!”

The shuddering gasp it let out in response was the first clue that Daphnee had taken it totally by surprise, with the fleshy nodules drawing powerful lines of pleasure in her cunt stretched her to the limit as the throbbing organ was pushed in as far as it would go. Overcoming that shock, the creature followed through with her request, the tentacles moving around to hold her steady as the organ itself seemed to shift ever so slightly onto itself to let her move a little easier on top. More of those smaller - yet incredibly dense vines coiled around her wrists to keep her steady as he began to thrust the shifting 'cock' into her.

As she sped up, the 'breathing gills' on the bulbous section of her impromptu 'seat' began to inhale and exhale faster, while fleshy vines teased her erect nipples and toyed with her anal hole from behind. As she rocked up and down, a pleasant-smelling 'precum' oozed from the thing, properly lubricating her filled-out cunt. For the time being he kept to a languid pace, careful not to break her. The organ pushed against her cervix continued to shift and throb, slowly adopting a shape that worked to pleasure her even further with each upward thrust. Her orgasm, receding like a wave - soon changed direction as the tip of the muscular, twitching organ seemed to open up ever so slowly.

"That was quite a shock. Good thing you didn't tear or anything, huh?" the translator muses as she watches Daphnee. "Anyway, don't worry. Our body temperature isn't exactly optimal for his seed to take root, so they just break down right away. It feels really great when that happens."

That was when the vines holding her steady stiffened up, holding her in place. while the fleshy, tube-like organ pushed up against her deepest depths. Without warning, it began to 'seep' a lukewarm liquid right into her womb - filling it out without putting too much pressure on her body. As her back arched against the pleasure, a smaller pair of fleshy suckers laid claim to her nipples, sucking hard on them as her second orgasm was smashed in to her psyche. The translator's hands rested on her shoulders to hold her steady, and she relayed his words to Daphnee.

"He's asking if you're ready for the fresh bits."

“AHHH!!!” Daphnee was in heaven. The way he moved against her. The feel of that breathing inside her against her inner walls. She had surprised him with her enthusiastic movements so far and that was a good thing in her book.

These feelings were surreal. She hadn't even considered being impregnated by that root. Lost to the drugs as she had been. Had she been thinking she assumed there was a process to counter that. “Hm?” Not optimal? So was there a slight chance? Daphnee didn't worry about it at the time.

Her wrists bound to keep her in place better. Vines attacked her breasts and played with her rear as she drank in all that bliss.

“Oh! Fill me up!” She cried out. Indeed nothing was broken save for that internal dam that leaked out all over him. Her back arching, she shuddered violently. Feeling his pace being more controlled after feeling that infusion within her she felt hands on her shoulders.

Peeking back she grinned then looked ahead. Nodding even as she felt a gentle steering within her. The way that the liquid moved inside her. It felt funny and good at the same time. Almost as if that cum was an Alka-Seltzer table and she a glass of water attempting to brake down the substance.

As her body dissolved it that essence would mix internally with her. More potent of the drugs she had ingested and it was just beginning. Or was it yet to properly manifest? Maybe the release would be mixed with another cocktail that was quit different. She didn't know nor care. Currently she felt a tingle that escalated rapidly to an intense warmth. Each movement felt far more intense whether a shift or just her breathing.

An explosion swam over her mind. Drugs had been one of the things she wasn't trained to resist. There were some aphrodisiacs that she was made to endure through. Save for these her exposure had been limited. Nor did she use drugs for recreational purposes so she had little experience suffering through those effects.

She felt good and warm within her. She felt somewhat impaired. It was tough to focus on anything that went beyond sex and this moment. Even during all this she reached back with one hand. Caressing the curve of the translator's breast since she moved in closer.

Daphnee had yet to come down from her last orgasm completely. Yet there was far more to experience given the effects she was feeling currently.

“Oh! Fill me up!” She cried out.

And in response, the tube pressed against her cervix, opening up ever so slightly to release a fingernail-sized orb into her womb. Followed by another - then several more. The things seemed to have a mind of their own as they swam around in her depths, latching onto her for a brief moment before her body heat slowly took them apart, causing them to leak their chemical bounty right into her. The stuff crossed her blood-brain barrier in a few seconds, filling her whole body up with an euphoric storm centered around her stomach.

It was no wonder the translator was so eager to get the 'fresh bits'.

The thickening 'cum' inside her moved as she did, massaging her depths as the eggs pressed against her insides as they continued to seethe inside her, which was soon joined by the thing teasing her ass finally deciding that she was lubed up enough. With a smooth stroke, it slid into her rear and wormed its way into her depths uncontested by body as Daphnee experienced a host of sheer pleasure as her body was used this way and that. Its narrow form and smooth texture let it slide in as deep as it would go before it was finally stopped by the creature's body pressing against her.

More of those vines now coiled around her stomach and upper arms, bringing her into the semi-opened body of the verdant monster, several more tentacles eagerly play with her breasts, the more prehensile things teasing and tugging on her nipples while the fleshier, larger ones grope her tits hard. A few moments to catch it's breath (judging by how those gills moved), and he began to fuck her again with that throbbing tool that was even now dripping more of those eggs into her. The gel-like texture of these orbs didn't break under pressure, only sliding through her cervix as he continued to fuck her again with that splendid tool of his. Slowly at first, but as her body responded to the pleasure, he kept picking up the pace to avoid leaving her wanting.

The tentacles on her wrists and ankles loosened ever so slightly, giving her some leeway to move around and respond as she was fucked hard. Making sure to let her have plenty of things to do, a familiar organ pressed against her lips, the 'skin' dripping a slick, sweet liquid as it was introduced to her. The barbs on this organ moved expertly now, used to her presence - instantly lying flat when her mouth was pushed against it, and flicking more of that strange liquid onto her face when she was pulled away by the hard fucking she was being rewarded with.

“WOW!” Daphnee's head tilts back. The insertion is different than what she had expected. Beads, no eggs, deposited into her. She feels them moving then attach to her walls. Her mind scrambled as other roots wrap around her breasts, pulling and tweaking them even as his pace picks up.

Before she even registers the fact that those are eggs and not cum they begin to dissolve into her. As some vanish others are delivered. “FUCK!” Her ass is taken as well. Secured by those vines her attention is drawn away from the translator with the return of that barbed member.

She finds herself gulping it down at once. Eager to experience that refreshing yet sweet taste again. Those barbs work with her, flatting and avoiding piercing her skin. They tickle her tongue a bit scrapping against it. It feels like fingernails caressing her skin.

Daphnee feels that heat coursing through her. It burns deliciously. Each thrust brings some relief yet has her yearn for more. She wriggles against that root even as something bursts inside her adding to the flood of juices. Colors flash before her eyes. She tingles all over.

So good! Good Gawd! She thinks as her body is taken. Locked up in his embrace Daphnee is made air tight. Those tentacles press into her. She feels both dueling in her holes, barely any space between the walls of her pussy and anus.

She moans out around the member in her mouth. Urged on to suck faster, lick harder, all in an effort to get at more of that sweet nectar. The drug so potent she gets lost in the moment focusing on her task at hand. Her hands now move to the root in her mouth carefully caressing it though in her current state she forgets about the barbs. It's all in the training she has received thus far that allows for her to subconsciously avoid pricking herself.

“Mmphfphahhohh!!!” She cries out as her inner walls burst again. She throbs around those roots attempting to hold each tight. Green eyes squeeze tight as her lips tighten against the one in her mouth sucking for all she's worth.

“Mmphfphahhohh!!!”

The dense flesh of the tendrils loosely hanging from her wrists shift back and forth ever so slightly to give her something to hang on to, while the second spurt of pleasure-tinged liquids and gel-like spheres surge up that twitching organ as her powerful vaginal muscles wring it hard, as if on instinct. The suckers working her nipples bit down on her tits - hard, but not exactly rough enough to break skin as she thrashed wildly against the tentacles.

Shifting to match her mouth, the mass of dense - almost shifting fibers that formed the skin of the cock she now serviced with her throat, tongue and lips, it continued to deposit layer after layer of that dense, oily liquid in her as she aggressively milks the thing using a splendid combination of teeth, tongue, throat and lips to work over the tough-skinned intruder. Responding to her superb simulation of his sensitive bits, the creature responds by starting to roughly fuck her ass with that length that had wormed deep inside her.

What it lacked in girth and varied organs to pleasure her, it made up by moving just right - picking out her sensitive spots and using it's smooth, slick texture to draw a path of sheer, unpredictable pleasure as she was taken this way and that.

The creature's voice was unreadable as it was naturally, and now it was cloaked by raw pleasure blurring her sight. Thankfully, the translator leaned in to relay its message to her.

"He says you have to tell him to stop if you can't take anymore." she explains.

Daphnee found that colors exploded before her eyes. Things swirled about her as he continued to press into her. Those eggs melting into her produced this oh so pleasant drug. Counter trusts filled her ass while her mouth had more than enough to handle.

She came again. Quivering folds bore down on him even as he continued. Her moans muffled by the root filling her mouth. Green eyes glazed over well before suckers clamp down over her breasts hard. Daphnee found that her pleasure spiked even more. Whatever she had ingested had been working in tandem with that drug that was dissolving into her.

Normally her stamina held up. Hardly had she endured drugs like these. She was brought to incredible heights, exploded and rather than easing off of that high she was pressed higher still. She didn't know how long she was caught up in that loop. Nor how long the translator tried to get her attention before those words sunk in.

It was tough to ask for a break given that her mouth was full at present. It took a moment for her to realize that he wasn't holding her head in place. Still everything felt like a blur. It felt so good. One root knocking against another as greedy lips lapped and sucked any and all of that nectar that she could.

Was she a junkie? A chain or orgasms went off erupting outward from her stomach. Feeling a bit light headed Daphnee pulled back from that root. “Oh Gawd! I-I need OH a break!” She managed to get out even as the latest set of orgasms bombarded her.

It was time to see what that translator could do. Not that she planned on remaining ideal herself.

When Daphnee asked for a break, the translator stopped playing around and immediately relayed the words to the creature that had pumped her full. In an instant, the tentacles change direction, peeling off her as they switched to supporting her as she was lifted away from the central body. The quivering things inside her womb continued to crumble apart inside her thanks to her natural body heat. Despite the spatters of alien fluid crisscrossing her body, he lowered Daphnee onto a bed to the side of the room. Though it's design was simple, the sheets are rather soft and comfortable...

"Hey, that's my bed!" the translator complains as Daphnee is left to rest and come down from her experience.

The creature then turns his full attention to her, the burbling speech again - and her eyes positively glow in delight. "Wait, really? Well, if you'll do that for me, I guess she can rest there..."

With that, she spreads her arms and walks to her owner - who responds by wrapping those fleshy green tentacles around her body. Her legs are snared and pushed apart as she hungrily eyes the egg-loaded organ. He wastes no time giving the girl exactly what she wanted - the twitching organ sinks into her tight cunt slowly, but surely. When the undulating tubes in the gasping organ finally deliver their payload after a little too long, the translator rears back her head to let out a long gasp of pleasure as the second batch of eggs are pushed into her womb, her eyes crossing as the chemicals released by the melting orbs crossed her blood/brain barrier with ease.

-

Daphnee would finally come to, as the translator diligently uses her tongue to clean her up.

"Hey." she smiles up at Daphnee. "How was your first time tasting those eggs?"

Pulled off of that root Daphnee still felt that overwhelming sensation as more of those eggs had been dissolved in the heat of her body. Colors exploded before her vision, her brain saturated by chemicals flowing through her blood. Guided to the bed Daphnee was set down.

Even now it felt as if she were being ravished as the effects continued to linger. As far as her mind and body had been concerned she felt phantom limb syndrome. Instead of missing a limb and feeling it she felt that root siding within her core. She tingled with the effects as she rested.

Eyes regarding the translator as she was speared. Her position giving her an excellent view as he moved in and out of her. With what she was still experiencing it was almost as if she were being fucked yet watching it from a third person perspective.

“Ohhh!!!” She cooed out softly.

At some point it all became too much for her and she had drifted off. Only to find a tongue caressing the sticky residue that clung to her. Words focused her mind. She felt a little woozy struggling to recall what had happened. Yet at the same time she couldn't deny how good she felt in that aftermath. No wonder that the translator wanted to go first. Perhaps that was why she recovered quicker, the second round not as potent as the first. That or she was better acclimated to it.

“I don't have the words for it. Just wow.” She smiled. Half sitting up she placed the majority of her weight on an elbow. Not seeing the plant after a quick look around she reached up to her.

Fingers curled around one of those breast as she took it in her palm. As her hand skimmed back and forth her fingers moved out to entice that nipple some. “Has it left you wanting?”

Perhaps that second dose only took some of the edge off. Perhaps not. “Or have you given more thought to my earlier proposal?”

She doesn't resist as Daphnee cops a feel on her - she even pushes her chest out a little to let her hands explore her bosom. Still, given how relaxed she is, it's clear that those drug-laden eggs had satisfied her completely.

"It's been a while since I did this with a real human." she admits. "Honestly, considering your proposal, I'd be up for it... if I just avoid getting hooked on something. One of the reasons why your auctions are so popular is because you actually bang things with that sort of ability on stage. That's part of the draw - something few humans are willing to do."

The translator leans in to let Daphnee play with her a little more.

"But yeah, how are you feeling now?" she asks her. "I know these things work differently with different people, but do you feel any urge to track the boss down and force him to put more eggs in you?"