25. Terra
TERRA
Terra hadn’t brought a bathing suit because she’d had no idea there would be a chance to go hot-tubbing or swimming.
But she thought her nicest bra and panty set would do.
It was pale pink lace that looked nice against her skin.
What she liked about it was how innocent it made her feel.
It was nothing like the stripper outfits she’d worn while she danced.
The pale pink lace made her feel almost virginal–which wasn’t far from the truth, actually.
Though she’d stripped professionally for over a year, she hadn’t slept with any of her clients.
In fact, counting Jackson, she’d only been with three men her whole life.
Probably because she’d found out what a letdown sex was–she’d never been with a man who cared anything about her pleasure at all.
Her main gratification came from reading spicy romance coupled with her favorite vibrator–which was on the larger side.
Her ex, Jackson, had been pretty small and she’d always longed to feel really filled.
Feeling nervous, she left the house and approached the steaming pool. Taurex was already there with a couple of blanket-sized towels. He was shirtless and wearing what looked like a pair of boxer briefs–if boxer briefs were made out of leaves, that was.
“Welcome,” he said formally. “Er, I am not sure how you wish to do this. With clothing or without?”
Terra had the idea that if the big Monstrum could blush, he would be blushing.
She’d been planning to wear her pretty pink bra and panty set into the pool, but suddenly, she wanted to feel free–to feel the heated water against her bare skin. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her naked before.
“Without is fine with me,” she said. “I mean, we can just turn our backs to get undressed and then get in the water–right?”
“That is fine with me.” He turned away considerately, and Terra did the same–but not before she caught a glimpse of his muscular buttocks as he slid down the leaf-briefs.
She slipped out of her own clothes, shivering a little as the cool breeze kissed her naked nipples. But a moment later she was warming up as she slid into the heated, steaming water and sighed in complete bliss as it came up to her neck.
The water was perfection—silky hot, buoyant, and carrying a faint, mineral scent that was clean and earthy.
Terra let herself sink until it lapped at her chin, the heat seeping into muscles she hadn't realized were perpetually knotted.
She kept her eyes on the opposite mossy bank, giving Taurex his privacy, listening to the soft splash as he entered the pool a moment later.
When the ripples subsided, she dared to look.
He was seated across from her, the water chest-high on him.
The steam curled around his broad shoulders and the base of his thick, curved horns.
His golden eyes were on her, but the intensity was tempered by that same careful formality.
Still, the professional distance they’d maintained for months felt as thin as the steam between them, ready to evaporate at the slightest shift.
To fill the silence, Terra let her gaze wander around the pool's edge, to the lush, trailing vines and their strange, heavy blossoms.
“This is… incredible. It’s so beautiful here. But now you have to tell me about the pleasure blooms.”
Taurex followed her look. A low rumble, not quite a purr, vibrated in his chest.
“The pleasure blooms are a symbiotic species. They are quasi-sentient and respond to… biochemical cues.”
“Biochemical cues?” Terra asked, her curiosity piqued.
She reached out a hand, letting her fingertips brush the broad, creamy petal of one of the white flowers nearest her.
The moment she touched it, the blossom seemed to sigh, its petals flexing outward.
The soft pink center deepened in color, and the very center of it puckered slightly, like a tiny, waiting mouth.
She gasped and pulled her hand back.
“It moved!”
“They are responsive to touch and to warmth,” Taurex said, his voice a low, patient teacher’s tone.
He reached out himself, his large hand dwarfing one of the white blooms. He didn’t just brush it though—he cupped it, his thumb stroking the pink center.
The response was immediate and profound. The petals flared wide, and the pink center opened, revealing a soft, glistening interior. From within, a cluster of minute, filament-like tendrils emerged, waving gently in the steam as though seeking more stimulation.
“Their purpose is tactile stimulation,” Taurex explained, his eyes locked on the flower’s reaction, then lifting to hers.
“The white ones… they are receptive. Their centers can create suction. The tiny tendrils act like tongues. They seek out erogenous zones—nipples, the head of a cock. They provide a sucking, licking sensation.”
A hot flush swept over Terra, from her scalp down to her toes, which curled in the bottom of the pool. She stared, mesmerized and a little horrified, as the tiny tendrils in the bloom he held writhed gently, seeking his thumb.
“They… suck things?”
“Yes.” His voice was a deep rumble. “It is…quite pleasant.”
A bold, reckless curiosity ignited in her belly, hotter than the pool water. The memory of his size from the club…the feel of his thick shaft against her aching pussy, collided with the visual of these alien, living flowers. Her professional detachment, already drowning in the steam, vanished.
“Show me,” she heard herself say, the words barely a whisper.
Taurex went utterly still. The golden fire in his eyes flared.
“Terra…”
“Please.”
She wasn’t asking as his employee. She was asking as a woman—one who had read a thousand spicy scenes and dreamed of feeling a fraction of that heat.
“I want to understand,” she murmured. “Show me how they work.”
For a long moment, he simply looked at her, as if weighing the shattering of their careful world. Terra could see him wondering if he ought to do this—if he ought to cross the invisible barrier they’d had between them for weeks.
Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he shifted in the water. He rose slightly, the water level falling to his waist…and there it was.
Terra’s breath caught in her throat. Her earlier assessment in the club had been an understatement—he was enormous.
His shaft was thick, long, and fully erect—the broad head already glistening with precum. It was a primal, majestic sight that made her mouth go dry and her pussy clench with a sudden, empty ache.
What she saw between the big Monstrum’s legs was nothing like Jackson and nothing like her largest vibrator. It was so big, in fact, she didn’t see how he could use it on anyone.
“You want to see how they work? Then watch.”
And without breaking eye contact, Taurex guided the awakened white bloom towards his shaft. He brought its open, pink, tendril-lined center to the tip of his cock and then thrust up into it.
The moment it made contact, the flower seemed to come alive. The petals seemed to expand and clamped down around the thick shaft in a soft, firm hold. The pink center sealed over the broad head, and the tiny, seeking tendrils writhed.
Then it began to suck. Terra could see the petals rippling and she could even hear soft sucking sounds.
A low, gut-deep groan was torn from Taurex’s chest as the bloom continued to pulse rhythmically—a perfect, sucking mimicry of a mouth.
“Oh, my God,” Terra breathed.
She was transfixed. Heat pooled between her legs in a heavy, throbbing need. She watched, hypnotized, as the flower worked him, its petals fluttering, its suction audible as a soft, wet, rhythmic pull.
Taurex’s head fell back, the cords of his neck standing out, his hands gripping the mossy edge of the pool. His hips gave an involuntary, shallow thrust into the flower’s embrace.
Terra couldn’t believe what she was watching. She felt like she was burning up.
The steam, his scent, the visual of his massive cock being serviced by a living, sucking flower…
it was the most erotic thing she had ever witnessed.
Without conscious thought, she began to move through the water toward him, drawn like a magnet.
Her hand lifted, trembling, wanting to touch the part of him the bloom didn’t cover, to feel the heat and steel of him.
But just as her fingertips were about to brush his hip, she felt it…a nudge. Something thick, blunt, and insistent was pressing against the outside of her thigh. Then she felt another, sliding through the water to press directly against her slick, swollen pussy lips.
Terra gasped, jerking her hand back and looking down through the clear, steaming water.
One of the long, hanging red blooms—a truly massive one, as thick as Taurex’s wrist and nearly as long—had found her.
Its rounded, tapered tip was probing at the mouth of her pussy, applying a steady, invasive pressure.
It was warm, almost hot to the touch, and it pulsed with a slow, internal rhythm when Terra touched it.
“Hmm, did one of the male plants find you?” Taurex rumbled, watching her with half-lidded eyes.
“Yes, but…but I think it’s too big,” Terra said, her cheeks hot with embarrassment as she pushed the thick red tube away.
“They come in different sizes, you know,” he murmured.
Terra felt her breath catch in her throat.
“I don’t know how I feel about that,” she admitted.
He shrugged.
“You don’t have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable.”
“I don’t know…” Terra nibbled her lower lip. “I guess I’d just like to ease into it.”
As she spoke, she noticed two of the flatter white blossoms floating towards her. As she watched, mesmerized, they made their way to her breasts—which were still submerged beneath the water—and latched onto her nipples.
“Ohhh…” Terra moaned. Leaning back against the side of the pool, she let her breasts float to the surface and watched as the two white flowers licked and sucked her aching nipples.