Sarah wandered through her friend’s nursery, acquainting herself with all of the plants that she would be taking care of for the next year while her friend, Mary, a professor at the local university, was going to be away on sabbatical. As she made her way to the back of the nursery, Sarah saw that the entire back wall was covered with a vine-like, leafy plant that looked like ivy but wasn’t. Every so often there were these bright orange and crimson blossoms along the lush green leaves. Intrigued, Sarah leaned into sniff the blossom.
The scent was sweet and spicy at the same time and she could feel a tingling in her body at the scent. She sniffed again, deeply taking the scent into her lungs, and could feel the tingling grow stronger and resonate from her pussy. Noting in the log Mary had left, the blossoms were scentless--this perplexed her greatly as she had just sniffed them and found the scent to not only be lovely but potent as well--and that they grew back quickly, Sarah took several stems and blossoms with her and placed them in a vase by her bed.
That night, as she laid naked on the cool sheets, Sarah was still intrigued by the blossoms and took one out of the vase and brought it to her nose, breathing its scent in deeply several times, feeling her pussy moisten after the third sniff. By the fifth, her body was throbbing and she couldn’t stop smelling the flower; in fact, she’d brought the other blossoms to her nose and was frantically breathing in their scent. Sarah’s body was on fire and she could feel herself nearly at a climax but could not get there without using her hands for help, but she couldn’t’ let go of the stems, the scent was too intoxicating. An idea occurred to her: the scent would be stronger in the nursery because of the larger size of the rest of the plant and she wouldn’t have to hold anything!
Excited by this thought, she bounded out of bed and ran naked through the house, through the front door, and across the yard to the nursery, making a beeline for the huge vine-like plant. Eagerly, she pressed herself into the lush leaves of the plant, feeling their silky coolness on her face and caressing her burning flesh. She buried her nose into a small grouping of blossoms and began sniffing as she caressed her body with her hands, tweaking her bullet-hard nipples before slipping down to her dripping pussy.
At the first touch of her fingers on her hot clit she cried out in joy. In a flash, she had her pussy lips spread wide to make room for her fingers on one hand rubbing her clit and the other fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy, her hips undulating to her feverish tempo. As she got closer and closer to the climax she so eagerly sought, the vines of the plant began to move, twist, and shape themselves, unnoticed, however, by Sarah, as she was caught up in her body’s urgent needs.
The plant was a conscious being, a demon actually, named Organus. One who sought out the right kind of young girl and preyed on them through the use of his medium: flora (plants). Sarah, being the lushly curved innocent 20 year old that she was, made the perfect prey. He’d wanted her since he had seen her six months ago while in the form of a shrub at her university’s campus. Seeing her now, hearing the hot little whimpers and moans of pleasure made him ache for her, burn for her. He once was determined to have her for a night and slake his lust but now he knew that once would never be enough. Now, he was going to make her his forever.