Entwined in Master's Heated Embrace
Gazing up at the moonlight while drifting lazily down the river like fruit bobbing on the current, I couldn't help but think it was a moment of pure poetic charm. That is, if I hadn't just witnessed my master's blissful interlude only to get caught and dragged away.
The sluggish vines finally delivered me right to her side. The odd part was that even Master Ariel jumped in surprise at the sight of me. Her emerald eyes—similar to mine but a deeper shade—caught the moonlight in a strange gleam, brimming with unmistakable panic. Her face stiffened rigidly as she leaned back at the waist, looking every bit like a pubescent boy busted mid-happy-time by family or friends.
Her pale cheeks still flushed with lingering heat, Master Ariel struggled to open her mouth. She parted her lips, but no sound came out—just futile flapping. What made it even more absurd was how the distance between us kept shrinking in that state. Before long, her face was inches from mine. Amid the dewy night air, a bizarre, musky scent mingled with fruity notes wafted over.
Only then did she finally manage words. "…Why, why art thou, h-here!?"
"Well… I… You weren't coming back, so I thought I'd take a stroll and look for you… Got lost in some memories, you could say…."
Her flustered flailing, cheeks burning red, suited her outwardly youthful appearance perfectly. Even more than her subtly antiquated speech. But that was beside the point.
Why were these vines sticking to her like iron filings to a magnet?
"M-Master… I get that you're embarrassed, but could you maybe ask them to let go?"
Now our bodies were pressed so close we shared breaths. Close enough to see her skin twitching faintly. Close enough for her body heat to push away the chill air.
That's when Master's rod began prodding my body.
"I-It, it's t-touching, you know? See? So—"
"I, I did not desire this!"
"Ah, no, I… I get it, okay…."
"Said I did not!"
Her desperate voice rang in my ear. But somehow, our conversation felt off-kilter. On the same topic, yet subtly misaligned.
"M-Master, hng?!"
No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than the vines started worming between my clothes. Starting at the sleeves, they slithered up my wrists like snakes, inching toward my chest. Slick as if coated in some secretion, smooth and relentless. Reaching my shoulders, they toyed at my armpits, tickling teasingly. Poke, poke.
"Ahng, hng, t-tickles, M-Master?"
Master seemed locked in a struggle with someone—or something—other than me. Midway through the armpit torment, a vague memory surfaced: her tales of the watchguards protecting her hideout. Not plants, but spirit-like entities intimately linked to her….
…So maybe she wasn't muttering to herself, but communing with the spirits.
Understanding the cause changed nothing. Her rod still jabbed at me, and the armpit-tickling vines persisted. If anything, it worsened.
The vines pinning my legs slipped into my pants. Slick again, they climbed from ankle to calf, tickling my knee. This time, they didn't stop—stroking my thigh like a caress before pressing against my waistband. Then, slowly, they tugged my pants down.
"H-Hey, w-wait, mmph! Mmph!"
A vine clamped over my mouth as if annoyed by the noise. That snapped their patience—the armpit pokers shifted to my chest, coiling around and squeeezing like kneading dough.
"Hng!"
Pressure mingled with faint pain. They controlled the rhythm, squeezing and releasing like massaging my breasts. Glancing down, I saw the vines writhing visibly under my clothes.
…The sight sent chills racing down my spine.
"Mmph!?"
Out of sight, I couldn't tell what was happening below. Something small burrowed toward the nub, scraping gently to pry it free. Soon, pop, pop, it tugged it out, then a tiny vine flicked it relentlessly. Tap, tap.
Lucky the vine muffled my lewd moans….
…Though in this mess, was "lucky" even a word?
My already slick lips grew wetter from the vines' doing. I bit down to fight back, but a vine coiled around my throat in warning. One wrong move, and I squeeze.
As if offended, the pants-strippers slithered toward my slit. Why were they doing this to me?
I saw Master flushed crimson, muttering in some incomprehensible tongue. For now, all I could do was pray she wrapped up her "talk" soon—and fast.
The vine lapped at my slit like a tongue, then pressed down on the bean above. Squish, squish. My hips trembled, but I couldn't move. Persistent teasing made the gap sticky. Fluids pooled and trickled down my thighs.
Unsated, the vine crept over my pelvis toward my ass.
"Mmph!! Mmmph!!"
Reaching the other hole, it stroked the entrance cautiously, slathering sticky secretions. All the while, squeezing my breasts, flicking the nub, lapping the slit, pinching the bean.
Like… prepping for someone to use.
…And that someone was probably Master.
Endless stimulation heated my body. No climax yet, but my lower belly throbbed thump, thump, heat pooling in my core. Master's rod pressed there, its pulses vivid even without an ear to it—huge, insistent.
My slit clenched greedily, anticipating entry. Desperate for reward, it squirted fluid, heighting sensitivity.
…Biting the vine tightened my throat—twisted pleasure amid it all.
Through blurring vision, Master's face swam into view. Mid-shout, her emerald pupils contracted sharply as our eyes met. Worry laced her voice.
"Art thou… alright?"
I wanted to scream no. But the vine blocked me. Teasing sensations scrambled my brain. Thighs soaked in unknown fluids, my slit swelled angrily, unfulfilled. This was madness incarnate.
Her words barely registered. Every nerve fixated on my belly, where her throbbing rod pressed. Self-loathing surged—hating this changed body.
But it wanted. Craved the prodding rod.
A slender, warm hand caressed my face. It swept my lips, peeling away the vine.
"Haa… hng… huu…."
I gasped raggedly, drool spilling from my mouth. Some smeared her hand, some trailed my chin, wetting my body.
"I-I'll persuade them soon… endure but a moment… forgive me. 'Tis my fault."
Her fault? Why? My mind wouldn't parse it.
Too fried to infer. My brain, meant to sift her words and deduce, awaited only pleasure.
With hot breath, word by word, slow and deliberate.
"M-Master…."
"Speak, I attend."
She who muttered strange tongues now gazed at me. It felt good.
"G-Give it to me."
"…What."
My melting mind scrambled excuses. Can't be helped, I chanted. But none came. Overloaded brain shorted. No words to justify this.
I wanted ease. Tears beaded in already damp eyes. Hot, salty trails carved my cheeks.
"G-Give it… to me…."
It's not like it'll kill me, right…?
Haze blurred my sight further. Master's face vanished.
But soft strokes cradled my head. My thighs spread wide. Then, something hard and hot nudged my slit.