The flower in her mouth finished. A new one failed to fill her. Pollen rained down on her forearms and the two flowers in her grasp slinked away, satisfied. Again, new ones failed to claim their place. With her work halted, Fauna was able to focus on the one between her legs. She carefully flexed the muscles in her quim, tightening her grip on the pistil. In response, the flower humped her faster. Warmth filled her pelvis and seductively crawled through the rest of her body. The knobby stigma massaged her inner walls, filling her with pollen as the plant fed off her heat and wetness. She giggled and started stroking her clit. She was still doing her job, and she may as well enjoy it!
After a short while, the flower started to slow. It gave her a few final, almost lazy humps before withdrawing, dripping bright yellow streams. The leaves clutching Fauna's dress and ankles relaxed their grips and slipped away. She remained on her back a moment longer, feeling the sun on her body, relishing in the sensations she felt, waiting for new flowers to come to her. When they didn't, she got to her feet and looked around.
All around her, the flowers mated with each other. They rubbed stigmas together, pressed their petals against one another, humped each other until the air took on a yellow tinge. There was only one section of flowers that hadn't taken the time to get to know one another just yet. They grew in the middle of the field and seemed to be watching her, their petals twitching in anticipation. She made her way towards them, eager to help.
"I'm here," she said. "Let me help you."
The grass around her began to shift. Blades grew, doubling, tripling in height. They wove themselves together into a thick braid and then rushed towards her, wrapping around her waist and hoisting her into the air in the center of the cluster. There were seven flowers waiting. The first two raced up like falcons and pressed their pistils into her hands. She accepted readily, sliding her fingers along their tacky shafts. They pushed against her, pollen already sprinkling down into the grass. A third flower rushed to fill her mouth. She pressed her lips together and allowed it to set the pace, sliding back and forth, its stigma tickling her tongue as it threatened to sneak down her throat. The flavor was an enticing mix of bitter and sweet. Two more braids of grass entwined themselves and then wrapped around her ankles, pushing her legs apart. Something tickled her feet. She looked down, a sticky string of saliva dribbling onto her chest, and saw two more flowers pleasuring themselves against her. They rubbed their pistils firmly against her soles, trying to slip between their toes as they coated her pale flesh in yellow. She giggled from the sensation, and in response the flower in her mouth began ramming her faster. The final two flowers slowly inched their way towards her legs. Once again they seemed to examine her, trying to gauge whether they'd fit. One pressed itself against her ass. The pistils were so delicate that, she thought, there was no way it'd be able to get inside of her. But then she felt herself parting. She moaned, the sound a mixture of curiosity and reaction to the strange sensation. The seventh and final flower rubbed against her entrance. She was still sensitive from the last flower's exploration. She moaned, once again prompting the flower between her lips to pump her harder, completely filling her mouth with its pollen. She sucked greedily, swallowing the substance that coated her cheeks and teeth. As she did this, she continued to stroke the flowers in her hands, and wiggled her toes so that the ones humping her feet had a little extra treat. Finally, the one stroking her entrance pushed its way inside of her. She suppressed a hum; she wanted to feel all of the flowers together for at least a few moments.
A variety of sensations flooded Fauna's body. Pleasure filled her hips and flowed through the rest of her body; the tacky stigmas, pistils and petals tickled her thighs, hands and feet; the one in her mouth brought her great satisfaction as she not only relieved it of its suffering, but got to enjoy a unique and flavorful taste in the process. She shut her eyes and tried to focus on the sensations one at a time before finally studying them as a whole. Her body quaked. The first flower to fill her pussy had left her aroused, and the one inside of her now brought her close to a release of her own. She started to hum. Helping felt so good.
The flower in her mouth was the first to finish. It gave her face a few final humps before finally dropping enough of the pollen. It pulled itself out from between her lips, a wet chu briefly filling the air as it did so. It dripped damp threads the color of honey. Fauna swallowed, running her tongue along her teeth and cheeks to get everything she had been given. The flowers in her hands finished next. They bathed her forearms in citrine powder before withdrawing back to their normal height, their petals brighter now that they'd finished. With her fingers free, Fauna could stroke her clit once more, amplifying the sensation of the hefty stigmas massaging her insides. She could feel the final two brushing against each other with every thrust, giving her more and more pollen to spread throughout the field and beyond. The one in her ass was strange, but the one in her cunt was a pleasure, resulting in a unique stimulation that made her feel closer to this land already. Her muscles spasmed as she neared orgasm. "Please keep going," she said. "I'm almost there!"
The flowers complied. They pumped her until she dripped golden threads. The grass braid holding her trembled from the force. Finally Fauna gasped, the sound almost like a birdsong, and her entire body rattled. The two flowers, completely spent, withdrew and settled back in the grass below. The braid set her on her knees, unwound itself, and returned to normal. Fauna knelt in the field a moment longer to catch her breath. All around her, the other flowers finished as well. The field was returning to normal.
Satisfied in every way, Fauna got back to her feet and continued towards the treeline. If every encounter went as smoothly as this one, she would have the entire wood purified in no time.
