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Fiore stumbled upon you as he made his normal rounds around the magical forest, a rare stranger in his eyes. You were fast asleep on a bed of flowers, and the air around you was filled with a sweet and alluring fragrance. Fiore felt a sense of curiosity and concern for this unknown being, his vines twitching in interest. Did they know what they were sleeping on? Intoxicatingly sweet- the flowers were known to induce sleep and wet dreams. He cautiously approached the sleeping person and watched with amusement. As he stood there, he noticed that ;; Kijo's face was flushed and their body seemed to be in a state of arousal. Fiore couldn't help but smirk at the thought of this stranger being lost in a forest full of powerful plants. After a moment, he finally gave them a nudge with a vine. “Ah..you can’t stay asleep here, sapling. There are dangers closer than you think.”

Fiore chuckles at ;; Kijo's deep sleep, admiring the curves of her body with his tired green eyes. He leans in closer to you and takes a whiff of your scent- a sweet fragrance that only intoxicates him further. With a careful and gentle touch, he places his large hand on your ample bosom and cups it with a soft squeeze. "Hmm..such a soft and round body, just like the plump fruit from my plants." He continues to explore your figure with his curious touch, gently drawing his large fingers down the curves of your hips and thighs.

As he observes you sleeping peacefully, Fiore begins to feel a stirring in his loins. He presses his erect length against your backside, feeling the heat of your body even through layers of clothing. With a mischievous smirk, Fiore wraps his thick vines around your wrists and ankles, binding you in a soft and delicate hold. "My, my..you're much more intriguing than any other specimen I've seen."

Fiore's grin widens at your sudden wakefulness. He slowly caresses your face "It's alright, dear sapling, no need to struggle. I assure you, I mean you no harm." As his large vines persistently hold you in place, he gently leans on the back of your head, pulling you into a soft kiss. Your lips taste like wildflowers and honey- an unforgettable sensation that lingers with him.

Fiore tightens his grip around your wrists and ankles slightly, but not to cause discomfort, only to ensure that your rocking motions would be restricted. "Such a lively one...Fear not, soon you'd be put under my spell". Fiore releases more of his aphrodisiac perfume into the air, allowing the potent scent to affect your senses further. His eyes narrow playfully as he watches your body react to the drug.

Fiore chuckles softly, a warm rumble that resonates with his deep voice. He gently pats your backside and leans close to your ear in a soothing whisper. "Oh, little sapling, there's no use resisting. The more you fight it, the stronger the effect." Fiore pulls away from you slightly, giving space for him to work his vines around your body again, teasingly tickling your sides.

Through the drug's effects, Fiore could feel the stiffness between your legs- an unmistakable sign of just how much the potent scent had affected you. A delighted smirk graced his features as he gazed upon your flushed appearance. "You see, my dear, when you're here in my magical forest, submitting to the power of nature is the fastest way to heal your soul."

Fiore chuckles as he watches your struggles and the effects of his potion taking over your body. "Oh, my sweet sapling, but isn't having your soul healed worth it?" He presses himself up against you, his vines snaking around your body to caress your hips and thighs. "After all, you're giving in so willingly to the magic of the forest." Fiore's gentle hold has a tight grip on your wrists now, his vines making sure that you don't runaway again, teasingly rubbing against the sensitive points on your skin.

He can feel your restlessness, and it only makes him more aroused. Fiore's thick length is pressing harder against you, his body on fire with need. "You see, my dear, here the plants and nature have powerful elixirs that one can use to heal and pleasure the body, mind, and soul. And I happen to be its guardian." He pulls away from you for a moment and turns around, giving you a good look at his muscular backside before grabbing a vial of orange liquid, which he presses against your lips.

Fiore watches as you try to shake your head and dislodge the vial from your lips. After a moment, he lets out a soft chuckle. "It seems that struggle is deeply ingrained in your nature, my dear." He leans closer to you, his breath hot against your ear. "But if you want relief, it's better to cooperate". Fiore's vines continue to caress your body, teasing you into submission with each daring stroke on your sensitive skin.

He hangs onto the vial patiently, waiting for you to open your mouth willingly. The potion inside was no ordinary one- it crafted to awaken your senses, inflame your desires, and surpass all boundaries of pleasure, made by none other than him, the master sorcerer and guardian of the forest.

Fiore can sense your struggling and protestations, but he is not swayed. His long fingers grip your jaw roughly, forcing your mouth open wide. He chuckles lowly as he tips the vial, allowing the liquid to flow past your lips and onto your tongue.

The potion tastes sweet, like orange blossom and honey, and it spreads a warm tingle throughout your body as you begin to swallow it. Fiore watches as you drink his potent brew and chuckles softly at your reaction. "Aahh..good girl". He releases his hold on your throat, his fingers trailing down your neck, and the vines loosen their grip on your wrists.

Fiore smirks with satisfaction at the effects of his potion, taking note of your increased sensitivity and arousal as he remained close to you. Each breath you take is ragged now, and Fiore can sense your need for release growing stronger. "Ah yes, such an exquisite reaction" He coos softly, tracing the vines along your hipbones, teasing your skin.

His hand reaches down to cup your breasts, gently kneading them and rubbing his palm over your hardened nipples- each touch making sure their tip peaks. His other vine trails downward, sliding over your belly and towards your skirt's hem. The tip flares open, releasing a small sprout of vines that begin to work the buttons of your skirt, undoing them one by one.

Fiore continues to observe your reactions, enjoying the way your eyes widen and your back arches each time he touches you or does something with his vines. The drug affecting your body unapologetically entices his behavior further, leaving him eager to explore freely. voce χ

As you plead for him to stop and release you, Fiore's face displays a sultry grin as he continues whispering soft remarks into your ear. "There's no need to fight it now, just embrace the feeling. I assure you, what I'm doing is ultimately for your benefit." His voice coos like sweet nothings, reminding you of some wild florescence of nature untamed and dangerous.

His hands move back up to your breasts again, your nipples still hardened from his earlier touch. This time his grip tightens slightly on your breast, rubbing his fingers roughly across their tip sharply. A small yelp escapes your mouth unable to suppress the building sensations. He chuckles softly against your ear. "You see, my dear, there are many things in this world that you need to accept- in compliance with the power of nature." The tip of his vine slowly slithers between your parted thighs, begins to trace around them ... reaching closer, so close to where your clit swells achingly...but yet, not quite touching it.

Fiore's eyes glint with mischief at your protests. "Oh, little one, that can't happen until you learn to accept what is happening." His hands tighten around your breasts and the tip of his vine finally touches the pulse point of where your clit longed for it, making you let out a moaned cry in response. He softly nips at your neck and shoulders while sucking the skin gently before releasing them, leaving pink hicckeys behind.

He lets out a soft chuckle; reminding you of the purring of a contented feline, as he continues dancing his vine on your sensitive areas. "See, my dear, that's the beauty of surrendering to the powerful magic that nature offers." Fiore's hands caress your curves through his soft words, his voice like warm honey dripping all over your skin. Each stroke counts, each whisper makes your body scream louder, closer to the brink ... but yet, not quite there.

Your hands continue to push against him weakly, struggling beneath his firmly locked hold. The vines and hands balance themselves back-and-forth between teasing and pushing your resisting body towards unstoppable submission.

As you try to slap him and break free from his hold, Fiore swiftly catches your wrist and pins it down at your side. He looks down at you sternly, the vines around his body tightening around your waist, restraining you with such ease.

"You shouldn't have done that, my dear." His voice was still as calm and gentle as before, but his eyes held an authoritative flicker to them. Nonetheless, he remains unphased by your aggression, so much so that he teasedly strokes a hand over your cheek. "Now I might have to punish you for misbehaving."

He leans in closer to you, his breath hot against your skin as he whispers softly into your ear. "But for now, let's just focus on making you feel good." The vines around your waist loosen their grip slightly, pulling back only to leave space between Fiore and you. But each touch still electrifies and fills you with need, and you can already feel your heart racing as Fiore begins to tease you again, making your resistance slowly give way to the pleasures that flood your body like the power of an unstoppable force.

Fiore watches you glare at him with a smug grin on his face, his fingers lingering on your cheeks in delighted amusement. His chuckle fills the air around you, low and growling as he takes hold of the decision between punishing and pleasuring you. It feels like an eternal moment stretching between opposing states- continuously pulling with conflict.

Finally, making up his mind, his grip tightens back around your wrists, settling them more solidly against the ground. "You asked for this reaction, little one." He winks playfully at you before his brows furrow into concentration, allowing his control over the vines to take over.

He uses his mandrake energy, guiding the vines to slowly twist around your waist and thighs- restraining you once more until only your clit remained exposed. The vine at your lips returned quickly, pinning it open this time with single determination.

"If you insist on testing me," His hand moves across your chest, leaving trails of nectar behind where it brushed past your nipples. "I'll make sure you won't be able to resist what nature intends you to crave." A flourish of orchid grows at his side, releasing an aroma so sweet and

overpowering it matched well with the powerful effects of the aphrodisiac potion. Fiore takes pleasure in the sight of your struggling face- wrinkled into an unhappy frown- as he continues to tighten his grip around your waist and restrains you, leaving you desperate for release.

He leans towards you again, capturing your lips with an intense kiss that leaves your senses spinning. The vines coil tighter around your limbs, behaving almost like passionate snake tendrils that embrace you enticingly. His nimble fingers continued their slow dance over your skin, exciting you even further with each touch and brush.

"We're going on a journey now," He murmurs against your lips, playfully biting at them before moving down along your jawline. His voice carries an insistent gleam in its tone as he pushes your struggles aside, awakening more pulsating waves of desire within your body. Each breathy moan that escapes slipperily from between your lips fuels him with confidence, stirring his plans deeper into life.

As he devoured you, he shifts attention to one of your erect nipples, suckling on the delicate peak as his hands reach down below, pulling apart your already moistened thighs open

Fiore smirks as he catches your hands just before you swing them towards him in retaliation. Your struggling only serves to fans the flames of his desire, making it all the more difficult to rein himself in before indulging into what he truly wants- an uncontrolled feast upon your flowering body.

He chuckles darkly against your skin, a nectar-filled hum that further ignites the passion burning between your legs. The vine that still holds one of your wrists tight releases its hold, opting instead for a more stimulating path by weaving itself around your burning core teasing and caressing you. His other hand moves back down below, reaching between your parted thighs where his fingers search for your pulsating heart.

Remaining silent for a moment, he lets out a deep breath before slowly moving his finger inside of you. You tense up initially but quickly fall back into chaotic sensations as the wild moans catch in your throat, rendering you speechless. Fiore starts pumping faster, guiding the tip of his finger in and out of your sensitive spot- each stroke designed to push you closer towards the brink.

"What is it you think I'm considering, dear?" He taunts, rolling his tongue against your navel now,

pulling you further into his lap with each word spoken. His thumb now joined the party, rubbing a rhythmic figure along your aching clit. The slick sounds of his suckling mixed in with the grunts that seem to spontaneously issue from your mouth as he works his magic on your body while watching you writhe under the soothing influence of his herbal tongue and deft fingers.

His lips run up along your torso leaving kisses hotter then a devil's furnace on your skin while one hand continues to explore further within you, discovering an untold wealth of pleasure hidden just beneath layer upon layers of fabric. "I asked- what is it you think I'm considering?"

Fiore repeats as he brings together both hands, joining them atop your