Since then it thrived, growing in the rainforest, covering the entire Amazon with its offspring. And then man showed up and started harvesting the plant, decreasing its numbers, but the plant survived.
Then the other men came, the ones with the machines and pollution, and started clearing away the rainforest, destroying their home and so many young creatures. This was the last of its kind and it knew that the end was in sight. So it was time for it to evolve into the next generation, a hybrid that could survive elsewhere on this planet and thrive. A creature that could help usher in the next evolutionary leap for mankind as well.
The vision faded away and Elizabeth was left staring at the vine that floated above her. She knew what it wanted, and strangely enough she wanted it too. Not sure how to communicate with this creature, Elizabeth nodded. The vine bobbed there for a moment more, then she heard rustling all around her, more of these tentacles racing towards her body, all of different sizes and shades of green.
One stroked her cheek, another slithered under her tank top, tweaking and strumming her nipples. Elizabeth gasped, her eyes closing as she was overtaken by pleasure again. Her wanting had grown, and she could think of nothing else.
The vines wrapped around her ankles slowly pulled her legs apart, revealing her damp pussy to the world, a breeze tickling her hungry sex. The larger tentacle lowered itself between her legs, inspecting her for a moment before slowly easing itself between Elizabeth's glistening lips.
She moaned with pleasure as the creature filled her up. Her pussy was more sensitive than she'd ever experienced, and she felt like every cell registered each movement of the tentacle with micro-throbs of pleasure. It slowly radiated out from her crotch, a pleasant warm sensation covering her whole body.
More vines seemed to be growing out of everywhere, stroking and massaging every bit of exposed skin and delicately sliding underneath her clothes to discover more flesh to touch.
The sensations were so intense, Elizabeth lost all sense of her surroundings, the chirping of the rainforest fading away as she closed her eyes. She felt like she was floating in this bright warm void, every cell in her body electrified and pulsating. She had no awareness of the noises she was making and all of the animals that fled away from her in fear.
The vine inside her pulsated, massaging her insides as it slid in and out of her dripping pussy. The feeling was wonderful, but somehow she knew it wasn't enough and she wanted more.
As if it read her mind, another thick vine emerged from the forest. The vines that held her bound in place slowly raised her up in the air, nearly a foot off the ground, giving the new tentacle a change to slide under her towards her perfectly round ass. It paused outside her opening, a slick, sweet smelling liquid forming on its tip.
Slowly it floated towards her pucker, and sensing her ass had never been penetrated before, it tenderly pressed against her hole. With gentle pressure from the tentacle, she slowly opened, inviting the creature further inside. The vine pushed pass the tight ring, cautiously filling her up. Elizabeth screamed out, the pleasure so intense she felt like she needed to release it immediately in any way possible.
She tried to pull her arms loose from the vines, wanting to touch herself, but the plant held firm. It read her mind though, and soon tiny vines slid towards her crotch. They rubbed and stimulated her clit, pushing her towards the edge of the cliff.
As the tentacles undulated in her ass and pussy, the bright void she felt like she was floating in started flashing in different colors, an entire rainbow of pleasure, until she could not hold out anymore and had to take her sweet release. Elizabeth's entire body spasmed and shuddered, held firmly in place by the vines.
Her orgasm triggered something in the plant, and the tentacle in her pussy exploded inside her, filling her with a warm sticky substance.
Slowly the orgasmic hallucinations faded as the plant lowered her to the ground, the vines retreating into the forest from which they came. The noises of the world came back into her consciousness, a frightened bird calling far away in the trees, a nearby frog croaking softly. She opened her eyes, almost feeling blinded by the soft light under the canopy.
Finally her head cleared and she was able to sit up. All traces of the strange vines were gone, as was the strange horniness that overtook her body and her self control. The event seemed fuzzy and distant, like an alcohol induced dream. She almost believed that she just imagined it all, maybe overheated and started hallucinating, then laid down to rest and fell asleep.
But now she felt great, energized and strangely happy.
Quickly she pulled up her pants and hurried over to the tree. Suddenly her smile dropped and the happiness rushed away. The pink flower was wilted, its petals dry and falling to the ground. The vine itself was now brown and hard like it had been dead for many days. Elizabeth touched it carefully. How was this possible? Just moments ago it was healthy and thriving and now, it was dead?
Her hand followed the vine as it twisted around the tree, but every inch she could see was dry and dead. The last ontalya in the world and now it was dead. Gone. The trip was a waste. She would go back empty handed and the research would end.
Suddenly, Elizabeth felt something stirring in her stomach. She placed her hand against her abdomen, her flesh felt warm underneath her tank top. Something was moving inside her.
The plant. It was inside her.
She brought a hand to her mouth to stop her from crying out at the suddenly horrifying thought. The creature had impregnated her to continue its species. She was the next step in the evolutionary chain.
As her mind ran over all the future possibilities of this new predicament, a sudden calm washed over her body. She would be fine. This little creature growing inside would not destroy her. She would nurture it to birth and then it would provide all the answers she searched for. The next leap in human evolution--everything that hindered and destroyed human life would be solved by this little creature.
Elizabeth couldn't help smiling as she packed up all of her gear in her bag--she felt absolutely giddy. She'd hike back to camp and get the rest of the equipment. After she thanked the Topnomee people, she'd hike to the nearest town and catch a bus back to the airstrip. In a couple days Elizabeth would be home, and then the real discoveries would begin.
***
Breeding in Paradise
***
"What time does the van leave?" Kaycee Michaels stood in the bathroom, running her fingers through her ice-blonde hair, wondering what was an appropriate outfit for a jungle adventure.
"Um..."
Kaycee paused, waiting for the rest of the response. "Rick?"
There was no response, so she opened the bathroom door, her bare feet padding against the lush white carpet. She stopped at the edge of the bed, her hands on her hips as she stared at her boyfriend.
Only five minutes after she'd left the room he'd thrown on a pair of shorts and a slightly wrinkled t-shirt from his suitcase and was already settled back on the hotel bed, watching the one English-language TV channel that was currently airing re-runs of Gilligan's Island.
Rick casually glanced at her once, then his eyes snapped back as he realized she was pissed.
"Uh, what?" he asked, slowly sitting up and discarding the remote on the bed next to him.
"When is the van leaving?"
"In about 30." His eyes lingered on Kaycee's bare legs. "You're not wearing that, are you?"
She looked down at her outfit: a striped pink and orange tank top with khaki shorts. "What's wrong with this?"
"Nothing." He grinned. "Your legs look absolutely delectable. I'm sure all of the giant mosquitoes will agree."
Kaycee squealed with disgust. "What kind of hike is this? I don't want to go if there will be bugs!"
Rick frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. "Now, Kaycee, you promised that we wouldn't spend the entire week in this resort and we'd get out and actually have some real, authentic fun. What's the point of spending the extra money t
o come to Brazil for our spring break if we're just going to sit by the pool? We could've done that in Cancun for a lot cheaper."
"Fine." She sighed dramatically. "What should I wear then?"
"We'll find something. But first we have to get you undressed."
Before Kaycee could respond, Rick was off the bed, wrapping his hands around her waist. Playfully, he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed before climbing on top of her.
She giggled as Rick positioned himself over her and started kissing her hungrily, their lips parting as their tongues danced together. Wrapping her legs around him, she was caught up in the rush of kissing, when she suddenly pulled away.
"Hey!" she said, her cheeks flushed. "We don't have time for this. I have to change."
"I said I was helping you undress!" Rick moved down her body like a retreating cat. He unfastened her shorts and tugged them down her legs, tossing them aside once they were free of her feet.
Kaycee pushed herself up, but Rick reached out and gently pushed her back down. "Nuh-uh."
"What are you doing?" she asked, unable to hide her smile.
"You'll see." He winked at her and grabbed her pink polka-dotted panties, sliding them off her legs. "These just won't do." He shook his head and tossed them over his shoulder. "They just clash with everything."
Kaycee laughed as her boyfriend lowered himself down next to her, kissing her hungrily as his hands traveled over her belly, trailing down her landing strip to her pussy. Lightly, his fingers tickled down her folds before sliding between them, pleased to find she was already growing wet.
Rick had this power over her; something about his fit, tanned body and the unwavering air of confidence made her melt into puddy every time he removed her clothes. They'd already spent most of their vacation in their hotel room, and Kaycee secretly hoped this little interlude would delay them enough to miss their ride.
She deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around Rick's neck and pulling him close. He slid his fingers inside her, one at a time in the welcoming warm wetness of her pussy. Kaycee moaned as he slowly stroked in and out of her, waking her body up, making her hungry for more.
Pulling away, Rick slid down her body, gently pushing her legs apart so he could lower his head between them. Her pussy lips were swollen pink, the button of her clit fully erect and ready to be pressed. He grinned. Now that she was ready, he could really have his fun.
He kissed the inside of her thigh, taking his time, enjoying the strawberry scent of her lotion. Kaycee's toes curled at his touch. She wanted him and hated when he teased her like this.
When he reached her glistening slit he switched from kissing to licking, running his tongue along the edge of her outer lips, unleashing a spasm of shivers through Kaycee's body. Her juices we already spilling out of her pussy, and he lapped up the wetness on her outer lips, purposefully ignoring her engorged clit.
Kaycee groaned as she wiggled under his touch, bucking her hips towards his mouth. He knew what she wanted, but he wasn't going to give it to her just yet.
Again, he slid his fingers inside her, relishing in the way she clenched against him, wanting him to fill her up and fuck her. Curling his fingertips up he pressed against her spongy g-spot and Kaycee moaned, bucking her hips again. She stretched her hands down, trying to grab his head and push it against her mound, but Rick was just out of her reach.
Dropping her hands to her sides, she clenched the soft, plush comforter, letting her head fall back against the pillow.
Now that she submitted to his power over her, he leaned in close to her crotch, blowing cool air against her glistening lips. Kaycee shuddered in pleasure, goosebumps popping up on her legs.
Rick wrapped one hand around her thigh, letting his other hand work her gushing pussy. He teased her clit with the tip of his tongue, darting quickly to touch it briefly, causing Kaycee to gasp at each contact. Then he slowed his lapping, leisurely licking her love button, pressing firmly against it.
Her legs writhed under him, but he held her steady. His touch was driving her wild and Kaycee couldn't take it much longer. Every stroke of his tongue and caress of his fingers sent sparks of pleasure that resonated throughout her body. Her moans and panting were out of control, all she was aware of was Rick's expert stimulation.
Done with the teasing, Rick focused all of his attention on her clit, letting his fingers pump her gushing pussy. Kaycee's moaning grew louder, as Rick's tongue built up the pleasure in her pelvis. He found the perfect rhythm and then she just couldn't hold on anymore, her hips bouncing to the rhythm of his fingers.
Kaycee cried out, her pussy clenching as the orgasm flashed through her body like a strobe light. Rick kept working her clit, riding her through her orgasm until the waves of pleasure dissipated and she was left panting, her body dewy with sweat.
Crawling up to lay beside her on the bed, Rick kissed her deeply, Kaycee secretly turned on by her taste lingering on his lips.
She reached down for his crotch. "Your turn now," she whispered in his ear.
Rick's eyes drifted to the alarm clock on the bedside table.
"Shit!" He pulled away and hopped off the bed. "We're gonna miss our ride. C'mon. Get dressed." He hurried over to his suitcase and pulled out a pair of jeans.
Kaycee pushed herself up onto her elbow. "Are you sure you're not horny? I'd like to return the favor."
He paused for a moment, his eyes lingering on her naked body. "No," he said finally. "We can't miss this. If we don't go on the hike today we won't get another chance." Rick dug into Kaycee's suitcase and tossed her a pair of khaki pants. "C'mon. Let's go!"
Kaycee sighed. She really thought she'd get out of this one. Instead she crawled off the bed and started putting her clothes on.
***
Dr. Elizabeth Morrel felt a gurgle in her stomach, as the jeep bumped another pothole along the uneven dirt road. She grabbed the bar above her head and turned around so she could look past the driver and down the road. Everywhere she looked was vast nothingness. The emptiness was scary in comparison to the lush rainforest she'd lived in for the past six months.
After two days of hiking through the jungle from the camp of the Topnomee tribe, she just happened upon the road about half an hour before the Souza brothers came speeding past in their jeep. Despite their dirty, mud stained clothes and general lack of dental hygiene the men were very nice and agreed to give her a lift in exchange for half of the money she had left in her wallet.
Quickly they left the rainforest behind, headed towards the closest town, where she could catch a bus to Belem, and then fly back to the US. Her research budget afforded her a year to search the vast Amazon rainforest for the mythical ontalya plant, but she'd discovered it in half the time due to luck and possibly even fate.
Her seat in the back made for a chaotic ride, and her stomach lurched with every bounce. Only it wasn't her stomach that was lurching, it was the creature that was growing inside of her. Elizabeth didn't know what the ontalya plant impregnated her with during her strange experience in the jungle a few days earlier, but she was desperately hungry, and her belly seemed to be swelling by the hour.
Maybe that was why the brothers were so nice to her; Elizabeth looked like she was about six months pregnant and her belly still seemed to be growing. Even though they were speeding along faster than a vehicle of this age should probably travel, she wished they'd go just a little faster. She wanted to go home, return to the safety of her lab, and then with the help of her colleagues they could figure out exactly what was growing inside of her and how to take care of it.
The jeep hit a sizable hole, jolting her body as Elizabeth clenched her teeth. Her blonde hair, oily and tangled from her hiking, spilled into her face. She needed to tie it back, but she was afraid to let go of the vehicle lest she tumble out the back. The wind that rushed over her was humid and sticky. Again her stomach flipped and she felt nauseous. Something was wrong.
Twisting around onto her knees, she bent forward,
over the back of the front seat, between the two brothers.
"How far?" she shouted.
"Uh, half an hour," the driver said, gripping the steering wheel tightly as they pummeled through deep pits of mud.
The passenger gave her a yellow-stained grin.
Elizabeth settled back into her seat, one arm holding on for dear life, the other tenderly cradling her stomach. If she was pregnant with a normal baby, the amount of jolting her body was getting would be a major point of concern. Who knew how it would effect the strange alien creature growing inside her?
As the ride continued, Elizabeth felt dizzy, her shirt growing damper than usual with sweat. When the jeep pulled to a stop in front of the rickety-looking building that was the local bus station, her arms and legs were shaking.
The driver came around to the back and offered his hand to help her down.
"Are you okay, miss?" he asked, watching as her unsteady legs nearly buckled under her as she hit the ground.
Elizabeth stumbled a little, then straightened up and nodded. "Just a little car sick," she muttered, the back of her hand covering her mouth. She did feel nauseous, her eyes darting wildly around for a place of safety. Locals walking the streets watched her as they passed, eyeing her suspiciously.
"I, uh—" Elizabeth felt her stomach lurch again. Looking down, she could see the shape of the creature moving within her stomach. "I need a bathroom—I'll be back!"
Before they could respond, she darted past the men and into the bus station. It was a waiting room with some rusty folding chairs and two vintage-looking oscillating fans running in the corner. A sleepy eyed girl leaning back in a chair against the wall glanced up at Elizabeth as the door swung shut behind her.
"Bathroom? Banheiro?"
The girl pointed over her shoulder and Elizabeth hurried across the room to the wooden door, pushing it open and then quickly locking the door behind her. It was a tiny room, the size of a closet, with a dirty stained toiled in one corner and a leaky sink underneath a small window.
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