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Amorous Ambrosia

The metallic outer layer of the space craft reflects the solar flares coming off of the closest quasar cluster. The vacuum of space is as quiet as ever, but the slow whirring and hum of soft electrical lighting echo throughout the Navigator. Inside the bedroom quarters, Matthew awakes to the generator kicking on. Eyes still half open and his hair a mess, Matthew grumbles as he gets ready for another day of intergalactic exploration. The bathroom tile is cool against his wool socks. The mirror reflects the rugged facial hair and clear cut 'A-frame' of his chest. Matthew brushes his teeth while gazing at a polaroid of a woman and two kids embracing one another under an oak tree. For a moment, he finds himself remembering a time before he had found the spacecraft left by his father. The memories and happiness begin to fade as he feels the foamed calcium fluoride drip onto his chest. The mixture slowly dribbles down to his mid-section; it feels cool.

A bit later Matthew is viewing a star cluster map while sipping a concentrated coffee blend. His eyes trace between each of the individual specs of light mumbling to himself the alphanumeric code generated for each planetoid. The forced hyperspace had put him lightyears away from home, but to which direction leads him into the arms of his lover he does not know. It's process of elimination and of course updating the onboard navigation system to figure out the correct bearings. His eyes become fixated on a Terra sized celestial body named 'Amb-Am 001'. He sighs and exclaims "Might as well start somewhere here.". Matthew types in the specific coordinates to the epicenter of the planet and flicks on the auto pilot. "Thank god for this technology making it this far with some improvement." He puts his feet up and sips the last bit of his coffee. To pass the time Matthew pulls out a small journal and reads the first page written in beautiful cursive writing.

'To Matt, the soon to be interstellar logistics astronomer aboard the Navigator -WW'

Minutes became hours and finally the Navigator landed on the lush grassy floor of 'Amb-Am001'. An automated voice chimes with the following message "Arrival on Amb-Am001 is successful. Oxygen levels similar. Ultraviolet Radiation similar. Atmospheric conditions similar. Flora and Fauna are detected, however analysis is inconclusive.". Judging the conditions stated by the onboard guidance, Matthew dresses in the appropriate clothing for exploration. White boots reflect the sunlight as his orange jumper flows gently in a soft breeze. Matthew had unzippered the top half of his suit has it seems the climate is slightly tropical and humid. He inhales deeply and then sighs. The air smells slightly sweet; he looks up to see a mauve sky with no clouds.

Matthew's stride is somewhat careless. He likens it to the short walk him and his two daughters would take to the park while their mother would make a wonderful meal after her day of work. They liked to take turns making delicious meals for one another. Matthew begins to riminess about those strolls in the park. What meal would his better half be making today? The winds blow slightly stronger as he examines the patterns within the bark of a nearby tree. While scribbling notes into his journal a scarce vine places itself on his shoulder. He looks down and admires its gorgeous biological pattern on the petals. Thick purple lines create an intricate pattern on the pink petals. Matthew takes a sniff of the bulb and denotes the sweet nature similar to the air he is currently breathing.

He continues down a series of gaps in the foliage deeper into the heart of the dense flora. The sweet smell becomes more distinct; Matthew can even denote specific notes of the aroma. The lone logistics astronomer notes in the journal a short excerpt regarding the scent.

'Oh how sweet the bulbous plants smell on this planetoid. It seems that the scent of the nectar carries in the breeze as it blows passed myself. The smell reminds me of when I had taught Hollie and Melody how to bake cookies for their mother's birthday. The sweet smell of them baking in the oven is locked in my memories; well, including the burnt bitterness of us forgetting them in the oven. Even in moments like those we laugh and remember the tenderness in our lives.'

As the pen leaves the paper Matthew trips over a root sticking out of the earth. He looks back to see what he had tripped over and the path he was walking is completely flat. Maybe it was his own feet he wonders. Then he glances upwards and not even a foot away from his face is a giant budded plant that has very similar markings to the vine he had seen earlier. However, this plant, is more mature. In addition to the purple patterns overlaying the pink petals, the base of the plant has crimson red dots. The leaves of this large floral piece of nature sway in the lightened breeze. Matthew begins scribbling more and more notes about what he has witnessed. He leans into view the plant's center, the leaves brush against his bare chest. He chuckles slightly as the vegetation feels pleasant against his skin. Between writing copious notes, Matthew begins to note the bulbous vines creeping closer to him. He thinks nothing of it and chalks it up as admiring nature's whimsy.

Soon, he feels the same weight on his shoulder as he did earlier. The vine creeps and softly wraps around parts of his body. The soft grip on his upper thighs and passes across his butt remind him of the sensual moments him and his wife shared before he left. She would lock eyes with him and gradually massage parts of his pecks just to feel his muscles. He wasn't overly buff, but enough for her to want to feel them up whenever she got the chance. During their amorously charged love making, she would always suck on and play with his nipples. Matthew jumps back to reality feeling that exact range of motion on his left peck. The moist nectar of the bulb provides the similar lubrication and warmth as her saliva. The four main petals form a pursed lip suction. Matthew groans, his exclamation of both surprise and lustful. The notebook and pen slip from his hands as he stares down the now undulating flora. He can hear more of the vines break from the pushes and slither towards his position. The main flower opens its petals and releases rose colored spores of the similar scent right at him. The smell is that overwhelming sweet scent. Matthew gasps.

Matthew breaks eye contact with the flora as he inhales more of the ejaculated spores. He swiftly grabs his things and rushes back attempting to retrace his steps at a now hurried pace. The vines cease their advances, but Matthew continues running. The foliage he passes begin to blur together; Matthew begins to look down at the ground making sure to not trip on anything. He does not break stride until he gets back to where the Navigator had landed. Gasping for air and clenching his chest, Matthew bends over to try and lower his now racing heartrate. The events that played out are burned in his mind, "what are the effects of those spores?" he wonders.

The ramp up into the Navigator is still open, it feels like home to him. He looks up at the darkened purple sky and denotes it is time to set up camp. It isn't every exploration the atmosphere is breathable, so Matthew takes advantage and plans to camp under the stars. The days seem to be short, as it was only relatively morning when he had landed. The process in creating a small base camp is simple enough; hole for a fire pit, hole for the toilet, and a raised platform to put the sleeping bag on top of. Matthew remembers making a similar camp in the back yard of his home for his kids. The two of them stayed out there all day and even made their own food on the fire. It was nice seeing them do these things on their own. Matthew smirks, he remembers one of the few reasons him and his wife thought of this idea. While for sure it was to help the kids learn necessary skills, it gave their parents some well needed alone time.

Matthew stops setting up camp and thinks hard for a moment. "Did we really do that for them just to cuddle together? To have sex?" He shakes his head, "No no that's not right. We made s'mores and camped with them." Half of Matthew's recounting of the events that day believes they did in fact camp with his kids, but the other half thought the reasoning was more amorous in nature. He scrambles to find his notebook and pen, and begins to scribble down notes.

'Active symptoms possibly related to inhalation of plant life here on Amb-Am 001: '

· Scrambling of past memories so it is sexual in nature

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Matthew leaves enough room for additional symptoms. He begins to think about that event once again. While they were outside, Matthew and Olivia begin to cuddle next to each other in bed. How the warmth gave off her was just what he needed to fall asleep. He remembers scanning around the bedroom to make sure they were alone. A large mirror stood off to the left side of the bed; they loved looking at themselves while making love. He remembers there was also a potted plant in the corner, it was odd but it tied the room together. It was not in bloom yet as the purple and pink bulbs were large but did not open to reveal the beautiful petals. Matthew does not remember when they had gotten the plant, but assumes it has been there ever since they had bought the house. Matthew could feel her body press against his muscled physique. Behind his better half in the mirror, he could see himself. A rugged puffy chested man stares back at him. Matthew shakes his head and draws his focus back to here and now.

The camp on Amb-Am 001 is all set up, so Matthew begins making some food. He takes a pot and pours some water from his canteen. While waiting for the water to begin boiling, Matthew looks down and notices a bulge in his pants. He recounts the event from earlier and wonders what would happen if he had stayed longer. Matthew grabs a part of his suit near the crotch and adjusts so he could sit more comfortably. The feeling of those vines feeling up his body was nice. The slight constriction and pressure felt like a big hug, it reminded him of getting a bear hug from his wife. He always liked being felt up. Those vines really wanted to feel his muscles and see how plump his ass really was. While recounting the events, a sizzling is heard as some of the water had boiled over. Matthew scrambles to put in a couple of vegetables into the pot and covers it with a lid.

He sighs and lays down to look up at the sky. The distant sounds of rustling briefly worried him, but he just assumes it's the gentle breeze moving through once again. Matthew sighs for a moment and looks down towards his feet. His erection had not gone down and is promptly standing, waiting to be played with. He looks at his watch and judges that the food is no where near ready yet, then again looks back at his crotch. The events and thoughts leading to this camp out were unique, but the tension is there. Matthew longs for the day he can have sex with his wife again. The days bleed together while onboard the Navigator, and there are of course memories or things that trigger the sexual wanton. The sleeping bag is extra comfy tonight. He sighs again and carefully unzips more of his suit. The crackling of the fire emit a dim light that flickers showing the figure of a lonely strong man. He kept himself shaven as it did alleviate some heat.

One hand moves its way down to his crotch, while the other presses and teases his nipples. His hand moves slowly up and down the long thick shaft, momentarily resting on the base. It's sensitive, but he loves teasing right where the head meets the shaft or just the tip. Matthew groans softly as the nearby bushes rustle along with him. He can feel his nipple get harder, almost begging to be sucked on once more. Matthew bites his bottom lip softly and grips harder on his meat. The up and down motions start to be slightly lubricated by his own precum. "More! More!" his thoughts cry. Matthew licks his hand and spits so as to add to the already lubricated shaft. He grunts and groans with devious pleasure; his speed increases. For a moment, he can smell the sweetness of the bulbs once more coming from a nearby shrub. He glances over and for a moment, sees familiar vine. He looks down at his crotch and continues pleasuring his long shaft. Matthew moans audibly and the head of his cock throbs, pumping ropes of cum onto himself. For a few minutes, he just lays there in his own liquids with a smile on his face.

The orgasm was so powerful that he does not have the energy to clean himself up. Instead, Matthew checks the times, removes the pot from the fire, and enjoys his meal. The warmth has left his juices, so a warm soup is a fine choice. After a while, Matthew finishes the meal and sets the empty pot aside along with the spoon. He looks around for any suspicious vines before falling promptly asleep.

The dreams Matthew endures are wild and crazy. The environment is the same as when he had just gone to bed, but instead of his sleeping bag he is laying down on a luxurious bed carved from local trees. The intricate wood carving mimics the similar pattern on the bark of the trees that live on Amb-Am 001. The wood is soaked with the sap and nectar of the local flora. The bed is stuffed with leaves and ferns, and the decorative headboard has detailed wraps of the similar vines he had seen that day. His heartbeat increases steadily, worried that he may be ensnared by the vines once more. Just when he is about to get up from this bed, a manly figure puts a finger over his lips. Most of him is made from nature itself, but the other part looks just like Matthew. Matthew stares in awe at his plantlike copy, he is just like him down to every detail. Before Matthew could do anything, the mimic wraps itself around Matthew hugging him tightly. He can smell that aroma once more, now it relaxes him.

The two softly lock lips and close their eyes with neither of them assuming the role of authority while making love. The mimic breaks from his lips and gently rubs its fingers down Matthew's body. It feels like blades of grass against him, brushing and tickling all over his body. The mimic straddles Matthew and gazes into his eyes. Matthew stares back and sees that while they are not his sapphire blue eyes it is actually a deep purple in one and pink in the other. Matthew breaks contact first and takes a long hard look up and down the mimic's figure. He gazes at its crotch and notices a slinking vine with a familiar pinkish bulb at the tip. Matthew tries to break away once more, but the mimic grabs his arm with one and as the other gingerly props his chin up to me its gaze. A puff of the ambrosia from the bulb envelops the air around the two of them. Matthew feels safe and comforted. He opens his arms to embrace his plant-like mimic. The soft vines and flesh rub against his crotch, as Matthew moans softly. The two look down as it throbs to a full erection, just touching the tip of the bulb on the mimic.

"Continue, please." Matthew whispers, sweating and his heart racing. The mimic begins to kiss his chest and makes its way to his nipples. Matthew had thought it would be rough, but he is so ginger in its movements. He was too focused on his lips to notice that the bulbed plant began to envelop around just the head of his cock. Slowly it began moving up and down, up and down on the tip of the penis. Matthew moans at a higher pitch as he thrusts his waist towards the mimic. The bulb spits out his head and a string of precum and nectar attach the two. Matthew watches as the vine softly wraps around his shaft as the bulb places itself on the other nipple. The sucking is in tandem. The amorous and deviant behavior within this dreamscape is nothing like Matthew had ever experienced. The affects of the plant's spores had overtaken him, and all he wants to do is feed the plants whatever they want; be it him, his man meat, or his juices. Matthew wants to please them whatever way he could. As he lets loose a load of unfathomable quantity, he screams with pleasure and wakes himself up.

Matthew lurches forward to see a similar bulb sucking on his cock and enveloped around his crotch. As fast as he could, he proceeds to unwrap the bulb and throw it off of him. Quickly, he puts on his orange jumper, grabs his pen and journal, and hightails it into the forest. The threat is over bearing, but there is more to discover on this planet. Matthew was running for a couple of minutes as a trail of spit and precum drip behind him. To escape what he believes is chasing him, he climbs a tree large enough to support his weight. "Rest. I need to rest. What in the hell was that?" Matthew exclaims out loud while catching his breath a second time. All the running and the sexual tension took a lot out of him. Matthew gazes into the tree canopies as he finally falls into a deep sleep.

Matthew wakes up in a daze, almost forgetting he had spent the rest of the night in the branches of one of the trees. He wipes away some of his drool and adjusts his stance to survey the area. His eyes scan the base of the tree as well as a couple yards beyond it in every direction. So far, it is clear. He closes his eyes to focus on his hearing, and only hears the sounds of a gentle breeze once again wisping its way through the leaves. Matthew sighs with relief and begins writing in the journal once more.

'This planet just gives more and more to ponder. The plants seem to emit a spore that heightens sexual behaviors and arousal. I am sure I am still under the effects of it and can't go a minute without thinking a new way for me to reach orgasm. This stuff could be bottled and sold, hell I'd take it if I could. In research and exploration it is assumed you take risks, so what if I let the nature he take hold of me? I wouldn't fight or squirm, but will only leave if I sense pain. If these plants entice me with pleasure, maybe that's all they give. But there are several fly traps that do the same and most certainly kill their prey. What if its my cum they need? I did go to sleep without washing myself after that night (God I needed that, it felt so good). It may have attracted them and whatever makes up my cum they need to live? Theories require field tests, so I guess it is worth a shot.'

Matthew snaps the book closed and clicks his pen. He looks down at his crotch and notices some holes made in the fabric. "One more thing to worry about later I suppose." He thinks to himself as he makes his way down the trunk of the tree. One of the many positives of being a navigations expert is that you never fully lose your bearings. With a couple scans of the area, Matthew denotes the way he had ran before and traces his steps back to camp. On the journey he recounts the entry he had just made in his mind. Matthew stops in his tracks and fishes out the pen and book again to add in some missing information. Matthew pauses as the pen hovers over a blank section of the page.

'I did not want to include this part, but I guess because it did happen under the effects of the plant, it does need to be recorded. I had a dream the night prior where my sleeping bag had been replaced by a bed made of the nearby foliage and flora. I was surprised and astonished, but as I went to leave it a man who looked just like me made me feel safe. Well I say he looks like me, but he was mostly made up of the same kind of vines that has been toying with me ever since I had gotten here. We kissed even and his lips tasted of lilac with the sweetness of honey. I was assuming that he was a copy of me so I looked down to compare our privates. I do not know why I felt a little disheartened when it wasn't an actual dick, but a vine with that similar bulb at the tip. This copy had given me pleasure that rivals my better half. There was a sense of constriction, warmth, and safety with this plant. It knows my turn ons as well and began to play with my nipples softly. As I came, it began to eat my cum and then I woke up startled! To my surprise, one of the bulbs had slithered its way to my camp and began siphoning the dried cum on my body. It did feel good, but I felt like I had to run, and so I did.'

Matthew made sure to stop walking when writing the last bit of the entry. He closes the book once more and puts away his pen. His camp is just beyond a couple of shrubs. Matthew cautiously approaches the site not wanting to make too much noise. He sees by where he had slept the night prior two bulbus vines attempting to absorb the few droplets of cum that did not make it onto Matthew's body. He can hear the vines wrapping around the sleeping bag and see small puffs of the ambrosia settle into the air. Matthew gulps hard and puts down both the pen and the book onto a nearby rock near the once burning fire. He steps forward a few paces and the vines stop moving. Matthew hesitates with his next move and attempts to reposition himself, so he takes one step to the left. A wayward twig snaps from the pressure of his boot; the vines had been fully alerted to his presence.

One vine takes note of Matthew and slithers towards him, careening across the earthen floor. Matthew stands completely still and tries to relax; his hands at his side. The palms of Matthew's hands begin to moisten with sweat. His eyes are fixated on just the bulb slinking its way towards him. Even though it does not have eyes, it senses the several tattered holes in Matthew's jumper. Some just big enough for it to fit through and be closer to their host. Matthew winces slightly as he does not know what to expect. His muscles relax as the plant explores his body more and more. First up the right leg spiraling up his thick thigh, and then across his plump ass. Matthew flexes the muscle for a moment but feels comforted by the gentile nature of the feeler. He never had his ass played with before. Small puffs of ambrosia spores come out of his suit. Matthew can smell the intoxicating aroma of sweet amorous deviousness brewing within. He closes his eyes to focus on the feeling within and spreads his legs slightly so the vine has an easier time moving around.

The bulb continues wrapping around a part of his back and drapes over the front of his shoulders. Matthew unzips his suit to give it more space; his hands shake and quiver with a mixture of anticipation and curiosity. The vine tenses and constricts his body slightly, it is enough to equate the pressure to that of a warm embrace. For a moment it feels like the kind of hug Matthew would receive after coming home from a day of work. His wife would always squeeze him a little too hard to hear his chuckle, and then ease off. In the moment, Matthew lets out that same audible chuckle as he can feel the soft leaves and foliage around some of his muscles. The pink bulb emits a puff of spores right under his face, and then proceeds to tease his nipples. Matthew releases a muffled grunt as he can feel his nipples get harder and harder. He dare not move his hands because he does not want to startle the vines.

Matthew begins to imagine that same figure he had seen in his dreams teasing him; playing with his nipples on slight pinch after another. He begins to enjoy himself and can feel his cock twitch under the jumper. Part of the vine had begun resting on top of his cock. The vine does not react to Matthew's shaft growing. As one nipple is toyed with, the other is sucked on by the bulb of the plant. Its petals are pursed around it and undulates back and forth attempting to withdraw his juices. Matthew can feel the small stamen within the bulb stimulate his nipple from the inside. Matthew's moans grow louder as his dick had grown fully erect. Part of the vine wraps around his cock's shaft; ever slowly moving up and down. Matthew finds a rhythm with the vine and thrusts in its direction. Pressure swells inside Matthew as his head pulses begging for the sweet orgasmic release.

Matthew's leg muscles tense and quiver, he needs to adjust his stance or risk falling to the ground prone. Slowly he makes his way over to the sleeping bag taking breaks each time the amorous intensity gets too much. The other vine takes notice and begins to caress Matthew's large biceps. He begins thrusting with the vine once more as precum starts dripping down the side of his man meat. It once again lubricates his shaft as the grip tightens. The second vine puffs more spores into the air; Matthew fully surrenders to the bulbed vines. His muscles relax as one of the bulbs maneuver to right on top of his cock. In one swift motion it envelops his dick and begins to vibrate up and down. Every so often it increases in speed. The stamen of the flowering plant act as a tongue, massaging a mixture of precum and nectar on his shaft and head. The feeling of pleasure is immaculate, Matthew can hardly contain himself. "More! I need more! Let me feed you!" His mind screams in desperation.

Matthew's mouth opens to release the groans of intense pleasure, it is at this moment he can feel the other bulbed vine enter his mouth. Its head was big at first, but the soft exterior morphed its way past his lips. Instead of releasing spores, concentrated nectar mixes with his own saliva. Matthew's moans are muffled, but still accentuate the feelings of immense sexual arousal. The taste of the nectar is sweet and act as an aphrodisiac once ingested. Matthew's eyes roll for a moment; trying to contain himself. The one bulb sucking him off begins to rapidly increase in speed and intensity. The joy that is in his mouth begins to slowly advance to his throat. Matthew's tongue laps out the nectar oozing from the petals and swallows it all. Pretty soon both are in tandem with one another. All Matthew can do is just lay there and take it; he wants nothing else. His mind races between every sexual encounter he ever had. The spores take advantage of his amorous wanton and fabricate memories formed from his deepest darkest desires. For a moment he opens his eyes and sees the plant mimic instead of the vines. A cock fabricated out of foliage is in his mouth while the face of the mimic sucks off his cock one last time. Matthew closes his eyes and screams with pleasure, sweet orgasmic release. His juices spurt out the sides of the bulb. The one from his mouth pops out and begins siphoning up Matthew's juices. The sexual activity was too great for him, he just lays there trying to catch his breath. Just as they finish cleaning up his cum, he drifts into unconsciousness and dreams sweetly.

Matthew wakes himself up with the sound of his own snoring. He takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the early evening sky. He sits up and rubs his neck, the position he had slept in was not a favorable one. His eyes careen over to where he had remembered the vines were. What takes their place are just a bunch of leaves marking out a path leading deep into the forested area. Matthew looks down at his body and notices not a single dried patch of cum remains, his body was licked clean of nutrients and then left alone. Matthew scrambles to find his notebook and pen to add to the earlier entries.

'Well this had certainly been a rather unique turn of events. My hypothesis was correct; these plants require the nutritional value of my semen to continue living. At first I was very cautious with my second encounter. They examined my body and played with my muscles. I had honestly loved that sensual touch they had provided. To note again, their vines are not of a very scratchy uncomfortable material. What makes up the bulb and vine itself seem to be a soft cotton kind of makeup. Odd I know, but damn is it effective. It seems that the spores are utilized to weaken or immobilize their prey; fueling their mind with sexual desires or fantasies to stay longer and/or arrive quicker to orgasm. This planet might have to be bookmarked for later if you know what I mean. After cumming I had fallen asleep, and be woken up to a forested invitation by my fellow suitors. I only assume it is with the mature plant I had stumbled across on my first exploration here. More to follow later, most likely at least.'

Matthew clicks his pen and closes the book. Assuming that he would most likely have a similar encounter, Matthew undresses himself. The jumper now lays sprawled out onto his sleeping bag. His balls and soft cock are now exposed to nature. He can feel the gentle breeze begin to blow once more, this time with that sweetness in the air. His feet can feel the soft and moist earth beneath him. Before advancing along the trail intended for him, he takes a moment to breathe deeply and stretch. He begins to walk down the trail of leaves leading deeper into the forest. The downed foliage is softer than the soil he had walked on earlier; it rivals the vines that dominated him earlier. His mind is clouded with amorous thoughts, sexual wanton, and deviant behavior. A little ways down the road he notices several vines and pink bulbs with purple patterns outlining the rest of the trail. Occasionally a puff of spores block his field of view just to be blown by the gentle breeze. What stands before him now is the matured pink petaled plant with three main vines encroaching from underneath the base of the plant.

One bulbed vine meets his raised hand, palm to bulb. It wraps around him, coiling his arm spurting a mixture of spores and seeping nectar. "I am yours, take as much as you want from me." Matthew bows his head and spreads his legs. The two other vines wrap around each leg, softly constricting his body. Matthew had never thought he would be the one dominated, but here he knows his place. To add to the fun, Matthew plays with his own nipples. He twists and pinches each one; deeply moaning. One bulb coats itself in nectar and softly caresses his ass. Each cheek coated in a glossy film as the top part of the bulb teases his hole. Matthew's eyes widen, not thinking they would go that far when using him. He is then caught off guard by the sudden moist feeling around his crotch. That bulb had enveloped his soft dick as part of the vine tightens his balls. "More! Suck me off!" His groaned demand was cut off as the bulb near his shoulder sought it as a great opportunity to enter his mouth.

The nectar and spores bellow once more, relaxing Matthew. He begins to swallow the flowing juices from the bulb. It mixes with his saliva and coats his whole throat. As it begins to move back and forward gliding across his tongue, the bulb teasing his ass enters. Sudden intense pressure is met with immaculate pressure. There is no friction, no snags; just soft glides in and out of his tight asshole. The plants pump more and more nectar into him, so much that it begins to seep out of his holes. They made him their own, that much is true. The mature plant demands more, to satiate its lust for cum it attempts to edge Matthew. The bulb in his hole increases in speed as the bulb sucking him off only envelopes the head of his now fully erect large cock. It twists around, teasing the many nerves right under and on the head. Matthew's cries and whimpers of pleasure are gargled by the domination of his throat. Some nectar drips slightly out of his nose, Matthew's eyes roll backwards as all bulbs increase in their intensity.

Precum mixes with the sweet succulent nectar on his cock. The one bulb seemed satisfied with its duties and switches with the one in his mouth. Matthew can taste the salty sweet juices that had just formed; he swallows it all with good intentions. As the other bulb gets its fill, the matured plant commands the one bulb to go deeper into his ass. Matthew writhes in slight discomfort until a puff of spores relax his muscles. Pretty soon, he is just comatose in the air; too stunned from pleasure to move. The plant finds a rhythm and as it is sucking Matthew off, it pounds his tight ass. It doesn't take long for him to squirm and convulse as he cums thick ropes into the mouth of the plant. With one swift motion the bulb removes itself from his ass and takes its share of Matthew's juices before placing him back on the ground. Matthew can hardly move any of his muscles and thus begins to crawl to the base of the plant. While leaning up against it, he grabs one of the vines and snuggles it between his peck and forearm until falling fast asleep. Life on Amb-Am 001 is suitable for all. Any life currently living on the planet had been created from the variety of creatures that had been milked once they had visited the forest. Only time will tell what new life springs from the seed given by Matthew.

On the Navigator a blinking light next to the planet's name displays the following message. "Bookmark of coordinates successful. Remember to upload field documents upon arrival back to the ship."