Tentacle du Girasol

>Get invited by some friends to the Red Oak Abbey
>Some "primo shit" club to meet all the flora girls you could possibly handle, friend tells you to be careful and not get in over your head
>I'll-be-fine.ogg
"Welcome, and bienvenue! I'll be your host this evening, if you'll follow me, gentlemen~"
>The hostess is plaintive, almost waifish in her appearance, with emerald hair and eyes, introducing herself as Demeter
>Everything's fine, everybody knows that Gods and Goddesses don't exist
"Right you are, kind sir. From my tree's boughs and roots was this wonderful place carved."
>She responds as if reading your mind, what the hell.
"Chill man, she's pretty cool. You treat her well she'll do no bad by you."
>But she's a Dryad
"Dude, don't be species-ist."
>Come upon the first room, 'Demeter' opens it for you friend to be grabbed by two pairs of arms belonging to twins coming out of a giant lily, they're both giggling a "Welcome back <3~" as they pull him through the threshold
>Stare at the door, and why the hell are people so indifferent to the fact your friend just got abducted
"Don't worry, he'll be fine. Lucky fuck landed himself twins, you know? It's hard for them to thrive in the city so they live in places like this"
>Jacob, your second friend says, motioning all around you. The rooms were literally carved out of the massive roots of the tree. The air's getting thicker and more claustrophobic as you're descending farther into the Earth.
"Welp, here's our stop."
>He gives Demeter's plump ass a slap, she just smiles coolly at him, opening the door to a lavish bedroom, giving him bedroom eyes that'd kill lesser men
"Just relax, enjoy yourself. We've only got so long to be young."
>The door's nearly closed when he opens it back up
"Follow this hallway to the end, second to the last door. Give it a taste, why don't you? See if it's not just as good as beast girls."
>Roll your eyes as you hear muffled yells of "I AM TREEBEARD" or some shit from Jacob and start down the hallway
>The door he told you about feels almost alive, organic
>Of course it's organic, you tell yourself, it's made from a fucking tree's wood
>The humidity clings to your skin as you step into a dark, damp forest, no bed in sight
>WHAT THE DEUS VULT.mp4
"H-hello?"
>There's a meek voice in the darkness, drawing closer


>There's a sweet, almost soporific smell coming along with the sliding noises
>Meanwhile, you can't half tell the difference between the humidity and the clammy sweat on your skin
"Is anyone there?"
>Like I'd give away my position, I've seen enough horror movies to know that shit's a one-way ticket to a dinner date with Shitman the Barbarian in the latrine
>It's a small, petite girl with green skin, two closed bulbs topping her hair like chinese hair buns
>She has no legs. Hell. She's not even wearing a dress, despite her silhouette.
>Plant, Scylla? You can't very much tell as she slides further into view
>She freezes, nearly 'awawawa's when she sees you. There's a set of eyes on her wrists near her bulbous hand coverings, a set of eyes on her midriff, and shoulders, as well as the normal pair
>All looking at you
>You can swear you see parts of her dress and the weird bulbs on her hands and head wriggle
>Nope, not doing this. Nope, I want out.
"A-Are you here to play?"
>Um, no. Sweetie. Is there a way out?
"B-but I know a fun game that we can play! After all... it's so lonely down here."
>Quick question, but where is here?
"I... don't know. I just know of the nectar... I think Mama has something to do with that, would you like some? It'll keep you hydrated!"
>Politely refuse, ask the strange plant girl her name
"Name? ... I don't have one."
>Right, that's really sad but I've got to go
>Turn to look for the door again, a tentacle from beneath her lashes out and wraps around your leg
>What the shit, get this off
>It splits open vertically to show hundreds upon hundreds of villi like protrusions
"But we haven't played our game yet... I'm no good at talking... I just know how to play... Won't you play with me?"
>You're trying and failing to get the tentacle around your left leg off when she closes the distance, hugging you from behind, pressing her perky breasts into the small of your back
"Just play with me, just this once."

>She turns you around with some difficulty, wrapping more of her tentacles around your lower legs, forcing you into place
"Don't worry. It'll be fun."
>Start to worry more as her 'hands' bloom into giant nests of tentacles, infinitely more dexterous than human fingers, popping each and every one of your shirt's buttons off
"It's a game that the horned ladies love very much, back home. You'll love it to."
>How old are you again?
>She blinks, something akin to a nictitating membrane pulling across her eyes, clearly confused
"I-I don't understand."
>Like how many springs have come and gone, you know, when the plants become green after they go barren?
"Green?"
>Point to her skin, your hand getting molested by dozens of tiny tentacles. This color.
"Oh!"
>She holds up her bulb, focusing, all but twenty odd something tentacles curling up inside
>Tense up as she moves in closer
>She literally has the body of a nubile sixteen-year-old while being possibly older than you
"What is your name?"
>Tell her your name is [REDACTED], she smiles softly, her former scaredy-cat nature lost
"Can you give me a name?"
>She asks with honeyed words, the tentacles out of her left bulb extending and tickling your navel area, others are working your pants off
>The soporific smell is making it hard to think
"Give me a name, please. I want to know my name before we play."
>Try to focus, blurt out the name Girasol
>Tell her it means 'Sunflower' in Spanish
"I like it."
>She leans in close, kissing you haphazardly
>Smaller tentacles come out of her mouth, prying your lips apart as she forces her tongue to wrestle yours
>She tastes like honey, and smells sweet
>The tentacles are wrapping around you and caressing you
>That's when you notice it, the raging hard-on that reminds you of your pubescent years
>As well as the massive, girthy tentacle lurching up to it, opening its mouth like it's some kind of sandworm
>A thick, tongue-like tentacle lolling out and slurping at the air as smaller ones wriggle
"It's playtime~"

>She huffs softly as she works your shaft into her tentacle, it's soft, and warm and wet
>Tentacles are stroking you from the bottom of your pecker to the tip, the largest wrapping around you snuggly and tugging you with great skill
>All the suction and tugging is internal as the tentacle starts to milk you, Girasol grinding against you and the wall, her tentacle nests stroking and kissing you all over
>It feels good. Too good.
"It's warm~"
>She giggles, upping the ante of the milking, falling onto the floor with you. Everything's getting syrupy and sticky
>You can't feel your legs, only the hundreds upon hundreds of villi massaging and caressing you below, the bottom of her dress wriggling
>Jerk your hips upward, feeling the orgasm coming, only for the 'tongue' to wrap around you almost painfully and stop the flow
"But we're not done yet. You can't do that yet."
>You're panting, trying to re-collect your addled nerves
>The tentacle pulls off your cock as she positions herself above you, her pupils taking on the luminescent shapes of hearts
>The bottom middle fold of her organic dress lifts up, showing off the slit of her pussy
>Tiny tentacles wriggle all around it, spreading her labia folds open, letting you see the amber honey dripping out of her ripe and ready fuckhole
"I don't know why... but I want it... in here."
>As she's grinding and fucking you, in that damp forest, her tentacles covering your body you feel like you're melting, like you want her to violate you
>Ah... everything's going dark...

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>Wake up in a lavish bedroom, a cloth on your sweat covered forehead. Start panicking not knowing where you are.
"Dude, calm down. You're okay."
>Jacob is sitting there with Demeter and your friend
"Do you at least remember who I am?"
>Tell him you remember when he nearly crapped himself in middle school when the Lamia gave him valentine's chocolates
"Yep, he's fine."
>Demeter's smiling at you softly. Her green lips pressed together.
"So, one of our flora turned into a proper monster. How was it, young man?"
>Is it wrong that I couldn't tell where I began and the tentacles ended... and that I loved every minute of it?
"No no, just checking. After all, we're not whores here."
>Really now, then what about the horned ladies that Girasol mentioned?
"Girasol? You named her?"
>Well, I mean...
"Nevermind; She was probably talking about our more... affluent patrons. Some truly degenerate demons, if I say so myself."
>Turning away from you and Jacob, she claps her hands.
>Girasol slides into view, constricting her tentacles into the shape of two legs as she moves forward, wearing a sundress and a hat to hide her 'hair buns'
"Since you've already taught her so much... How about you show her more of this big, wide world of ours?"
>Girasol clasps your hand in a few of her bulb's tentacles, smiling
"H-Hus... band."