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HankySpanky2: Looks almost romantic <3

Submagden: And the text in the source makes it even better. A story always makes these that much better.

Submagden: Just finished... um, reading... the backstory on the source, and holy shit, the words are just as hot as the picture. Makes this twice as good. Thank you haleboy666 for providing the source. It's appreciated.

haleboy666: submagden,you are welcome my friend! :)

Totallynotamadeupname: A super long shot here, but anyone know what the source was?

spurgasburt: Yes, would be curious about source. I normally don’t care, but if there’s a story attached I am interested.

Totallynotamadeupname: Hah, I found it last night, about 20 minutes after posting that.
I had a problem though...I couldn't find this one again, to share the source with!

Trying to post the source and I keep getting a "banned terms" error.

Totallynotamadeupname: www.deviantart.com/necrovert/art/Hungry-Garden-403883277

Totallynotamadeupname: @Totallynotamadeupname:

Ah, there we go!
Here's the story, in case that gets pulled.

"You've grown so much since I saw you last," she said, a little tremor of fear in her voice. She hadn't expected him to have grown so much. He looked stronger now... strong enough to...

She touched her throat. The way his leaves rustled at her approach quickened her breath. The way his head lifted and his lips parted, tasting her scent. Perhaps tonight really would be the night he finally took her.

"It seems your last feeding provided ample nourishment," she said, lifting her hand to let the very tip of one of his vines brush across her fingertips as he reached for her. She wondered how long the blonde girl had lasted inside him. How long had she squirmed and moaned? How long before the writhing stopped and the muffled cries fell silent, unheard in this strange subterranean garden?

"It's been nearly three weeks," she said, "You must be very... hungry."

The other plants nearby quivered and creaked, straining toward the scent of warm flesh. She ignored them. He was the special one. He was the only one who would taste her flesh tonight.

His mouth opened, a strand of clear sap dripped from his lips. Impossible not to think of it as saliva. She remembered the cool touch of it on her skin the last time she had let him play with her... wet and slick... that wonderful organ she called his tongue, probing and tugging... He had almost been strong enough then to prevent her from pulling away, but she had gotten free, leaving him with only a bound blonde in exchange for her freedom and taken away enough fantasies to fill her every night since. A shiver ran through her body. She wanted him to be strong enough to take her.

It was silly of course to think of the plant as a "him", but she had always thought of him so. She remembered when he was just a struggling podling, living off the little scraps of flesh that she brought him each night. Even then... the way he caressed her with his delicate green tendrils... it had always been the touch of a lover. The first time he had wrapped a vine around her wrist and taken her fingers into his mouth, sucking softly, trying to draw her further in, she had known that he was the one.

"So much bigger now," she whispered in awe. He rose to his full height, his vascular system fully engorged. Long, thorny vines stretched out, beckoning her to approach.

She slipped the robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She stood before him, presenting herself for his approval dressed only in the heels and lingerie that she had chosen for this special occasion.

"What do you think?" she asked, lifting the cups of her black brassiere in the palms of her hands, "Would you like a taste?" She knew that he couldn't see her, but still, it was important to dress right for the occasion.

His tongue stretched out, coiling and looping like a snake, licking her scent from the warm, moist air. She blushed at the sight of how long and thick it had grown. "So... big..." she shuddered.

She drew in a slow breath and gathered her courage... She took a step toward his waiting jaws... No, it wasn't courage that carried her forward, it was her need. She had always wanted this. Each time she had watched him feed, she had always imagined what it would be like to be his food. This was the moment she had dreamed of for so long.

She took another step forward. One of his vines coiled around her knee. Another snaked in beneath her hair, settling on the back of her neck like a gentle hand, drawing her closer. She smiled then, because she knew that he recognized her. He was never gentle with anyone else.

He pulled her close, his vines softly coiling and squeezing her limbs. His mouth opened wider as he tilted his bulbous head to fit her inside. The scent of his pheromones washed over her, and her body responded, flushed and tingling at the scent of raw sex on his hot breath.

She moaned as his tongue slid up between her heaving breasts, tugging at her bra to pull her chest further into his mouth.

"Let me... help you," she said, reaching back to unclasp her bra before a vine could twine around her wrist and pull her hand away.

Her breasts bounced free as the bra disappeared down his throat. She grinned and shivered when he turned his attention once more to her breasts, now naked and wet beneath his slick, probing tongue. "Mmm," she said, "Much better."

She felt his mouth close around her, and her fear returned as the hard points of his thorny teeth pressed against her skin. "Please," she whimpered, "Be... gentle." She let her body go slack in utter submission.

He seemed to understand, and she felt the tension drain from his powerful jaws. He could grind her body to pieces, if he wished, but she had trained him well over the years. He preferred to swallow his meals whole.

"Thank you," she whispered. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his tongue, kissing him softly, "I want this moment to last."

The vines around her wrist and ankles tightened as surely as leather restraints, and his tongue moved down to coil around her waist. She knew then, beyond any doubt that she did not have the strength to pull free this time, even if she wanted to.

As his tongue probed gently between her thighs, she surrendered all thoughts of escape and gave herself to him completely.

"G-good boy!" she gasped."