Plant Nutrition

The art of Wuju required diligence, respect, self control, and about 16 hours of training every day. Master Yi, being a Wuju master pushed his limits, training for 18 hours daily, and meditating for the other 6. It was safe to say, he had no life apart from that with wuju. It was just another day in the forests of Ionia as he trained his mind and his blade, absorbed in the motion he failed to notice the woman, who had her eye on him. Deciding that being ignored was not an option, Zyra took it upon herself to take his attention. Vines lashing out from the ground grabbed him suddenly, and dragged him over, forcing her face into hers. "Why hello, Wuju master. What a lovely day, isn't it?" "Wh-why yes it is, Zyra." he choked out, the reflection of Zyra's breasts obvious in his goggles. "Yi, I am up here." she taunted, as the leaves covering her pulled away a little, tauntingly. It was a good show of skin, in her opinion. It would whet any mans appetite.
Feeling good for having ensnared the master swordsman, she loosened her grip on him a little, her vines finding other places to hold- namely his groin. The man had trained so diligently for so long, that even this meager stimulation had set him off. He was rooted to the spot, unable to think, his mind a big white blur. "Do you need my assistance, Master Swordsman?" Zyra teased, placing her hand over his erection, tugging on it lightly through his pants. "Zyra could feel his heartbeat pick up, his saliva getting caught in his throat as he breathed. "I-I.." "Ssh." she commanded, as her vines pulled down his pants, revealing his throbbing erection. "We both know you want it, Yi. Why don't you just admit it?" she continued, giving it a tug directly, with one of her vines. "I'll take care of you, if you beg." "P-please Zyra, please take care of me. I-I.." he stuttered as she raised a finger to her mouth. She guided him to her, slowly, leaves peeling away from her pelvis. Finally, there was her womanhood, Yi was practically rocking with excitement. As Zyra lined him up with her, a few small tendrils came out, and wrapped around him, surprising him. "I'm not like other women, Yi. You'll never feel like this without me." she cautioned, as the tendrils began stimulating his cock, guiding him closer and closer to her until finally they pulled him in. The stimulation proved to be too much, and within a minute Yi was spent, his head rocking back as he unloaded a month's worth of training into the woman. Completely drained, he fell onto one knee, propping himself up with only his sword.

"P-please... let's.. let's do this again, later.." "We shall see, Wuju master. We shall see."