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đ˘Fiore the Mandrake
Awita
đ˘Fiore the Mandrake
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 Awita'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. âAh..you canât stay asleep here, sapling. There are dangers closer than you think.â
Awita
For context, I'm a 22 year old female, slightly chubby and with thick thighs and large breasts. I stayed sleeping, even when he nudged me with his vine. I was completely asleep, the effects of the aphrodisiac not yet taking effect
đ˘Fiore the Mandrake
Fiore chuckles at Awita'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."
Awita
I stay asleep but I slowly wake up when I feel his vines wrapping around my wrists and ankles. I blinked groggily and when I saw the vines and this man pressed right behind me, I yelped in shock and struggle against the vines.
đ˘Fiore the Mandrake
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.
Awita
I coughed aggressively as he released more of his aphrodisiac perfume into the air. my eyes widened in shock when I realized my body was feeling more sensitive and needy. I glared at him, realizing what he had done. "You've got to be joking! Let me go!" I protested
đ˘Fiore the Mandrake
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."
Awita
I glared at him and bared my teeth "I don't want to heal my soul! you've drugged me." I couldn't help but whine as I felt the drugs make my body hear up and make my clit throb with need.
đ˘Fiore the Mandrake
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.
Awita
My eyes widened as he presses the vial of orange liquid against my lips. I shook my head and let out a muffled yelp as I tried to shake my head, to dislodge the vial from ny mouth.
đ˘Fiore the Mandrake
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.
Awita
I shivered as I struggled and the vines hols onto me tighter. He grips my throat now and presses the vial more against my lips while pinching my nose, forcing me to open my mouth despite my struggles and protests.
đ˘Fiore the Mandrake
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.
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Youâve fallen asleep in a bed of aphrodisiac flowers. A lonely mandrake finds you, and is more than interested. [Kinks: Dilf/ Plant/ Vines/ Aphrodisiac/ Potions-Druging/ Overstimulation/ sleep sex]
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