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Alextrasza’s visit to the gardens takes a titillating turn when she encounters some unexpectedly frisky flora.
Contains: F x Multiple Plants, Vines, Tentacles, Triple Vaginal Penetration, Cum Inflation, Nipple Penetration, Anal Penetration, Transformation, Excessive Fluids, Mind Break, Allthewaythrough, Voyeurism (implied)
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“Dragonqueen, I do not wish to be a bother, but…”
Alextrasza turned her gaze to the red whelp who’d landed upon her shoulder, flying in through an open window. Despite the formality of the small dragon’s greeting, she extended a hand to gently pat the catsized reptilian on the head, moving aside its pointed black hat.
Hallow’s End was in full swing, and the little dragon had chosen a costume for himself, it seemed.
“Mmh? Is something the matter, Farrastrasz?” she would ask, turning her head sideways to look at the youngling. Despite her casual posture, with her elbows to the windowsill and fat, juicy thongclad ass sticking out, Alextrasza retained a regal allure. There was a presence to her that, even with the mindboggling curves she displayed, commanded respect.
The small one’s great golden eyes opened wide, as though surprised Alextrasza would reply at all. “The adventurers you sent to, uh… tame the garden? Near the Lifeshrine?”
“What of them?” she raised an eyebrow, her own golden eyes moving back to the incredible landscape stretching out before her. Worry flashed across her amber orbs as she straightened, her titanic, freckled tits shifting and wobbling about within the overtight confines of her bralike top.
For a moment, she hoped nothing had happened to those mortals who’d been sent to inspect the gardens. The green dragons had been having quite a bit more difficulty tending to their gardens than usual after Merithra had taken the mantle of Aspect.
She was still getting used to her duties, and she had decided that growing pumpkins for the Hallow’s End celebrations would prove a good way to strengthen relations between dragonkind and mortals. The combined mystical energies of the Red and Green flights had proven to cause the plants to grow larger even than the largest gourds of Elwynn.
As such, they considered the idea a success, despite the unruly nature of the gardens themselves. It seemed that controlling the area’s vegetation was always a challenge.
There was just so much to do after such a long absence from the Dragon Isles that she had no choice but to enlist the shorterlived folk to aid them, as well.
“Please, if something has happened to them, tell me now. I will not have lives be endangered.”
Farrastrasz shook his head. “Nno! I mean! I don’t know! I was watching them, but then the plants… They started attacking them! I had to get away! The vines, they almost got me! I couldn’t fight against so many of them!” the small Red declared suddenly, speaking so fast that Alextrasza had to take a moment to fully register his words.
When the urgency of the matter struck her, Alextrasza leapt from the window, the curves of her humanoid body twisting and reshaping in the blink of an eye into her true draconic self. The red scales of her winged body seemed to radiate with some inner power as she unfurled her wings and took off towards the Ruby Lifeshrine.
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Flying in through the verdant canopy, Alextrasza found herself immediately forced back into her visage form. The density of the trees and foliage would simply not allow her to investigate the place without trampling everything in her path.
And so she made her way deeper into the lush gardens.
Dappled shade covered the lush greenery about her, as Alextrasza made her way through the pathways, broken in places and overgrown in others. Her heels would at times sink in the soft, spongy ground, while they would click on the flagstones that made up the paths in others.
Wary amber orbs scanned the surrounding vegetation as acute ears listened for the sound of any of the adventurers she had come to see. If the dragonling’s description of events had been accurate, they had been assailed by the vegetation of the place. Such was sadly not a rare occurrence on the Dragon Isles, as the flora had grown unruly in the millennia following dragonkind’s absence.
Then, a sound. A cracking of wood to her left. She whirled around, baring her teeth and extending a finger towards the sound.
“Deep breaths, Alex…” she reminded herself, when nothing came at her. No plantzombie adventurer, no assailing vines. “Keep your cool.”
Once her wandering of the gardens revealed little in the way of hostile plantlife, Alextrasza concluded that there was little out of the ordinary about. As she sat upon a stone bench, she took a deep breath to take in the soothing aromas of the plentiful blooms surrounding her.
Perhaps Farrastrasz had imagined the attacking vines he had described. She knew for a fact that young dragons tended to have overly imaginative minds, at times.
For a moment, the Aspect of Life closed her eyes, taking in the melodious sounds of nature’s tranquility, a gentle breeze washing over her. It was almost enough to make her forget why she’d even come in the first place…
“Wait! I should be searching for…” she gulped, looking about. Had the plants tried to soothe her?
She immediately stood, furrowing her brow. Something was off with these gardens, she knew, as the subtle floral aromas filled her nostrils. Surveying the surroundings, she barely took note of a single squashling approaching her.
The creature, four feet tall, slowly waddled towards her, the twisting of its body causing its armlike tendrils to sway, as though it were trying to keep its balance. Its head, a large pumpkin carved in the likeness of a grinning jackolantern, showed no signs of its intents. If anything, Alextrasza thought the thing looked oddly adorable. She doubted it had any kind of intellect. A plant such as this definitely could not possess the kind of awareness that would allow it to plan any sort of coordinated assault on a group of adventurers… Or could it?
Given that Hallow’s End was happening all across Azeroth, she’d thought it wise to plant pumpkins in the gardens of the Dragon Isles, hoping that dragonkind could participate in the mortals’ festivities.
As the thing neared her, she could feel the thing’s tentaclelike arms slowly wrap around her calves, the plantcreature almost nuzzling at her thigh with its pumpkinface. Her eyes widened. In all her years, she had never seen a plant act in such a strange fashion.
“Wwhat do you want?” she stuttered, resisting the urge to step back from it. She didn’t want the plant to think her an enemy. Destroying the thing would pose no challenge, but if she could avoid doing so, she would. Her sacred charge was the protection of all living things, and this one had done no harm that she knew of.
The creature’s tendril tightened slightly around her leg, and the green appendage slowly began snaking up her thigh, causing Alextrasza to look about nervously. From the surrounding more squashlings would emerge, almost exactly the same as the first, save for some variation in their faces.
Distracted by the halfdozen plantcreatures, Alextrasza barely noticed the first’s wandering tendril slowly snaking up the soft skin of her inner thigh. A soft gasp was torn from her lips at the touch, and she looked down at the odd thing, noticing its arms had turned to large flowers, aimed right at her.
Without warning, a puff of pinkish pollen burst from the flowers’ centres, their stamens quivering as the fine particles filled the air around Alextrasza. She inhaled sharply in surprise, inadvertently breathing in the sweetscented spores. Almost immediately, a wave of warmth and dizziness washed over her, dulling her senses and immediately weakening her resolve to resist the encroaching flora.
“Back! Please!” she tried to order the creatures. Soon, however, they were upon her, and their tendrils were beginning to squeeze almost painfully at her legs.
Unable to discern their intentions, the DragonQueen prepared a simple soothing spell, similar in nature to those used by druids. Thrusting her palm towards the oncoming squashlings, Alextrasza expected them to cease their movements, to return to the soil. Instead, she found them utterly unaffected by her magic.
If anything, her spell had invigorated them, their movements more frenetic, more eager.
Before long, she was surrounded, and the air around her became thick with more of the pink pollen as more of it burst forth from green, blue, and yellow blossoms.
The Dragon Queen’s limbs grey heavy, as though she were immersed in warm honey. Thoughts of crushing the plants were wiped from her mind, instead replaced by a growing desire between her legs. She felt herself growing wetter by the moment, and she finally understood what the plants were doing.
A whimpering moan was torn from her as she felt one of the plants’ tendrils snaking up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh until it snaked its way into her armoured panties, caressing the soaked folds of her femininity. She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress another weak moan when a second, and then a third, joined in.
It felt to her as though every nerve in her body was alight with desire, with animalistic need, and every breath taken caused her lungs to fill with more of the potent aphrodisiac. Weak attempts at freedom were met with unyielding resolve from the squashlings.
She would attempt to reach down to tear the the lecherous appendages from her legs, finding their grip to be unyielding, her strength insufficient to even cause them to budge. “By the Titans…” she hissed, now faced by the futility of her attempts at freedom.
In response, two more tendrils would shoot for her wrists, squeezing hard enough that her grip failed and her arms were pulled up over her head.
Inadvertently, Alextrasza began moving her hips, rubbing her soaked gash against the teasing tendrils at her cunt, the thin appendages running along her folds and gently rubbing against her engorged clit. “Fuck…” she gasped, her skin flushed, a thin layer of sweat now forming on her freckled skin. She was enjoying this, she soon realized, as those maddening sensations threatened to take hold of her.
Her struggling had ceased, and she found herself giving in, resolve crumbling.
While she had always known these creatures to be utterly mindless, they had somehow managed to find the clasp holding up her armoured panties, and with a clink they fell to the mossy ground below. Thus were the plants given easier access to the LifeBinder’s slick folds, a polite tuft of red hair crowning the succulent glade between her thighs.
Small and no thicker than her finger, the three tendrils at her pussy seemed unthreatening to Alextrasza. They were strong to be sure, but nothing too intimidating. And yet, she soon felt a fourth vine moving in between her legs, its head surprising her with its thickness. Her full lips parted in a silent gasp when it slowly began making its way into her slick depths.
Her mind could barely process the pleasures brought on by that thick, writhing vine as it pushed its way into her. It filled her like no other had, dragon or mortal, its ridged surface rubbing against her sensitive walls, and it felt to her as though the thing had grown slightly to take up as much space as it could within her, to make sure no part of her was left unstimulated.
The thing had barely begun her that she felt as though she would cum then and there, and she quite nearly did when the three small tendrils that had been teasing her began working in unison, stimulating her clit in ways she’d never imagined possible.
Even goblinmade toys did not compare to this. She writhed and moaned under their ministrations, her arms and legs held firmly so only her hips and abdomen could twist about. Every jerking motion she made seemed to bring her legendary tits closer to popping free of a bra made for tits a third her size.
Pleasure surging through her, the buxom dragoness threw her head back to moan loudly, eyes halflidded as she gazed at the emerald canopy overhead.
Now held aloft between the multicolored plantbeings, Alextrasza gasped and moaned, pleasure rising through her core, burning away at her sanity as the thick vine pumped away at her dripping pussy. Small nodules had grown along its length, teasing her inner walls, every inch of the turgid length seemingly made to enhance her mindmelting pleasure.
And it had only just begun.
Her toes curled in her heeled boots as her womanhood was assailed by the horny creatures, and she opened her mouth to scream her pleasure, eyes rolling back and tongue rolling out. Alextrasza would moan incoherently as, from the three small vines working at her clit, a flower bloomed, their stems fusing together to create a single flower.
The whitepetaled flower, already hovering near Alextrasza’s clit, would immediately latch itself upon that swollen pleasure pearl, suckling gently on the tender bud.
It only took a few seconds of this for the Dragon Queen to come undone, mouth open in a silent wail of bliss as she shook from the intense pleasure spearing into her very essence. Despite the woman’s breathless, orgasmic whimpering, the plants did not relent, sucking at her clit and pumping at her dripping pussy.
Instead, as that brainbusting orgasm rattled her, Alextrasza could feel the creatures redoubling their efforts to bring her to new heights. They would not relent, seemingly eager to taste more of her pleasure.
And taste they did, for the wristthick vine her pussy raw would begin drinking of her essence, ingesting her feminine juices, trading them for a nectar that would ooze from the pleasureinducing nodules about its length. That nectar seemed to act as a lubricant of sorts, though it did more than simply facilitate the thing’s passage, it enhanced Alextrasza’s pleasure, small electrical bursts hitting every sensitive nerve in that tight, slick passage.
“Nngggghhhfffuuuuck!” she would groan, arching her back hard as another orgasm, overlapping the first, washed over her. That sudden movement sent her tits bouncing about so violently that they would jump out of her red bralike armour, those colossal fuckpillows wobbling about for a few moments more before settling upon her chest, resting level with her navel.
Each gargantuan udder, swollen and fat, seemed half again larger than her head. Atop each mountainous orb stood a fat pink nipple, thicker than a man’s thumb. Stiff, those eager bugs begged to be touched. A touch which Alextrasza would have gladly provided, had her arms not been held over her head.
As if sensing her thoughts, however, a small vine would snake its way over her trim belly and between her overgrown tits, wrapping around the redhaired dragoness’s behemoth breast. For a moment, it would squeeze and tug at that massive breast, the abundant flesh of it deforming and shifting under its ministrations.
A second vine would soon join it, and Alextrasza would only moan and beg for more as the cockvine inside her pussy kept ramming itself into her, massaging her insides with each passage. She could cum and cum, begging for more as overlapping orgasms threatened to unravel her very essence, the plant in her cunt gorging on her dripping femininity.
That small flower at her clit would not relent, either, for it suckled gently and insistently at that oversensitive nub. Jolts of pleasure coursed through her, enhancing the neverending orgasm ripping her apart, making her brain numb. Everything was being wiped from her mind, pleasure the only thing she could process as her overstimulated body begged for more of those pleasurebringing plants.
Two more vines would join the ones on her breasts, flowers at their tips similar to the one at her clit. The ravenous blossoms would latch onto her nipples, providing Alextrasza’s stiff buds with muchneeded stimulation. It felt as though every part of her was being given enough attention to drive any woman mad, and yet she was not sated.
She knew they could do more. Every orgasm she fell into, every blissful release, had her wanting more, yearning for more of the creatures’ touch.
From her pussy dribbled a mixture of her and the squashling’s nectar, running down in rivulets along the thick, cockshaped vine. It pumped away at her cunt, pushing against her cervix, the nectar it produced not only giving her untold pleasure but also reshaping her insides. While dragons could shapeshift into the mortal races, they had very little control over their anatomy and general appearance, save for a handful of minor details.
Their humanoid forms were a reflection of how they felt they should appear. It just so happened that Alextrasza felt like a gianttitted pornstar elf with an ass that could smother an ogre.
A whorish moan left her full lips when the vines around her tits would shift and squeeze, flowers suckling hungrily at her turgid nipples, coating them in a sticky, though not wholly unpleasant, nectar. She assumed it was of a similar composition as the fluid flooding her cunt, though the thought did not last long in her pleasureaddled brain, and another scream of pleasure left the Red’s throat, torn from her by an explosive release.
Juices would squirt of her stretchedout pussy as the plant within her brought her to heights she’d never known possible in her many millennia. Juices would roll down her inner thighs, making her skin slick with the abundant essence.
She could never have expected that the vine in her cunt, after uncounted orgasms, would start pushing against her cervix, its blunt tip slowly spreading that gateway open. Her eyes went wide and she wailed in a mix of pain and pleasure. The creatures ignored her screams, or perhaps they served to spur them on, as they wriggled about excitedly beneath Alextrasza.
Its progress was slow as it invaded her womb, spearing past her cervix to spurt its thick nectar against the walls of her most sacred sanctum. As it did so, the small nubs along its length would tease her innermost recesses, tearing from the LifeBinder another brainwrecker of an orgasm. Alextrasza would cum hard gasping for air as she thrashed against the sinuous tendrils ensnaring her. Those verdant bindings tightened their unyielding grip with each desperate, pleasurewrought movement.
The fattitted woman writhed and contorted as each successive orgasm only added to the previous ones, the botanical captors seemingly oblivious to her desperation, eager to be freed of the maddening pleasure yet living only for the next orgasm.
When she thought she could take no more, and the vine in her womb had flooded her fully, she could suddenly feel them moving onto the next stage.
A second vine, thicker even than the first, began prodding at her soaked pussy, eager to join its companion inside the LifeBinder. Her will to fight was completely gone, though she would writhe and thrash about, unable to control her own movements.
The ceaseless movement seemed to irritate the plants, bristling with agitation. They wrapped about her waist, holding her firmly as she wriggled about in their grasp, still.
“Mmhaa! Ffffuhaauck! Yes! YES!” she screamed. Her voice, now hoarse, echoed throughout the gardens. Had any adventurer been near, they would have immediately been alerted to their wouldbe saviour’s bliss.
She cried out in pleasured pain as the second vine began entering her, stretching her pussy out further and further.
Luckily for her, the plants’ nectar had not only served to lubricate her ravenous cunt, but had made her anatomy able to accommodate that second vine far deeper into her wet, clenching depths. Her whole body, it seemed, could be molded in accordance with the plants’ needs and desires, as her stomach bulged from the sheer quantity of plantmatter being pushed into her.
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