Her mission was meant to be simple. Travel to the village of Deermire, fight off a few encroaching zombies, and report back for any trouble. But nothing, short of divine intervention, could have prepared the novice knight Irahel and her cleric supervisor Tiznessu for what was awaiting them once they arrived at Deermire.

A gloomy air hung over the village, which they found to be deserted, except for a few undead roaming the streets and lights coming from a temple atop a hill. There, hunkered down behind barricades made of furniture and wooden boards, they found a handful of people and the local priestess Sol Lunawinds. She explained how the village chief Thok had gathered every able-bodied fighter and launched a desperate attack against whatever had been creating these undead, while Sol stayed behind looking over the others. Thok and his militia hadn’t returned.

A feeling of dread crept over Irahel and Tiznessu, and they agreed that the best course of action would be to evacuate immediately. But, as it turned out, someone had been following them. Something. The groaning of zombies, and the howling of ghouls reverberated through the church, as the sanctuary was besieged by undead. The two adventurers mounted a valiant defense - Irahel quickly deployed every trap she had brought, while Tiznessu mustered all of her holy magic to ward off the undead. Sol, too, made the best of what few spells she had to buy time. A dozen zombies were felled, and Irahel and Tiznessu managed to slay two ghouls as well the terrific ghast that was commanding them, but the third and last ghoul took them by surprise, sneaking in from the bell tower and creeping up behind Sol. The priestess had barely time to scream, as her body disappeared in the ghoul’s toothy jaws, leaving only a torn white dress behind. The ghoul’s unnatural pale belly took on a heavy round shape, and what remained of the undead’s clothes was promptly destroyed in the stretching, revealing pale breasts with dark blueish nipples resting down on that belly.

"That’s… Aaaahh-um…" Irahel grunted, both horrified and confused. She knew the undead preyed on the living, but what she imagined was far bloodier. Was it too late for Sol? Could she force the ghoul to regurgitate and rescue her? Hoping for the latter, she avoided striking the belly, and loosened a silvered arrow into the ghoul’s neck, making the creature stagger and fall. The cracking of pews and Tiznessu’s shouting were the last thing Irahel remembered, as a zombie pushed her and knocked her out.

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Irahel awakened, the light of dawn shining onto her face while an unpleasant odour of swamp and decay wafted into her nostrils. She was lying on her back, in an area she didn’t recognize - was this the mire Deermire was named for? She attempted to stand up, only to notice a vine was wrapped around her left foot. She tried to reach for her daggers or bow, but neither were there.

"Great… Have I been captured…?"

Right on cue, the ground quaked, and a green mound from which the vine sprouted began to rise, towering over Irahel. Atop the mound, was a humanoid woman - pastel green skin, red flowers covering her hair and body, almost naked, and she emanated a sweeter scent which contrasted with the rest of the swamp. No doubt a plantfolk of sorts.

"I… Where… Did you rescue me?" Irahel stuttered.

The plant woman tilted her head quizzically. "Rescue? Why would I rescue the one who slaughtered my beloved children? No, I had you retrieved~" Her reply put Irahel’s hopes to rest.

"C-children? But I only killed the zombies and ghouls who were attacking the villagers. I haven’t harmed a living soul!"

The plant woman’s expression shifted into a greater and greater frown. "Those were my children, you foolish girl. My beloved ghoul girls, their ghast elder sister, and their slower siblings. Had you simply felled them through conventional means, I could have raised them again, but no, your friend had to bathe them in holy water and set them on…" She paused, eyes burning with rage.

"Tiznessu… Where is she?!" Irahel’s eyes opened wide.

The plant woman pointed down at the hill she was resting upon. The foliage revealed a set of massive jaws, with teeth as large as tree trunks, and a ruby red tongue whipped out to lick them. Then the ground shook, and a massive belch came out.

OOOOOUUUUURRRRPPP!!!!

Irahel’s red ponytail whipped like a flag in a storm, and she raised a hand to pinch her nose. If the plant woman herself smelled pleasantly, this belch was every bit as foul as the undead Irahel had fought last night, if not worse.

And dropped on the swampy terrain, were a black warbow and Tiznessu’s holy symbol.

Irahel shuddered, but tried to continue reasoning. "So… You created the undead, and commanded them to round up the villagers and bring them here, is that correct?"

"Yes. Usually it falls upon my elder daughters to organize their slower siblings, but they honoured their demise by keeping on fighting and they brought you here like instructed, along with the other morsels. Most of the morsels, hehe~"

"What’s going to happen to them?"

"Some of them will become my new children, others will be turned into nourishment and delicious nectar. As for your friend… Nothing will be left of her."

Irahel shivered again as she looked at those massive jaws. There was no doubt in her mind that whatever kind of stomach they led into, it would not be a merciful one. An overpowering smell of decay emanated from it, and beneath the sound of churning she could hear uneasy groans and cries - Irahel recognized the voice of Sol and other villagers, but not Tiznessu’s, fortunately or unfortunately.

"A shame I already dissolved the beefy one." The plant creature added. "The one who led a food delivery here a few moons ago. He was very tall and muscular, and even managed to cut down a few of my vines. He could have made for a perfect alpha." An alpha ghoul, that is. "But I prefer cute girls much more, and he was delicious… His son was tasty too, but rather pathetic. Though he did prove rather enduring once he was in my stomach sac. He orgasmed multiple times…" The plant woman’s expression seemed to improve as she reminisced about her feast made of villager militia. She wasn’t sure whether she preferred them, or the more tender meals she had this morning. The militia started off defiant but were later gripped by despair as she seized them one by one, whereas the last villagers felt rather resigned from the get-go, but they tried to squirm and plead all the same.

The plant woman closed her eyes, and brought her palms under her chin. This morning’s banquet had a far higher ratio of cute girls - a rather curvy priestess with lush red hair, a young brunette full of energy and her middle-aged mother… even that wretched cleric with raven hair and blue eyes was rather endearing as much as she loathed to admit it. And now this redheaded adventurer with slightly pointed ears.

Irahel suddenly spoke. "Could I hope for a ghast...?" Hope was maybe not the right word, but the question had already left her lips…

"My, oh my... You really are quite a picky little morsel, aren't you?~"

"I..." Irahel hesitated. "I'd like to be whichever it is that makes me unlikeliest to be a morsel."

"Hmmm... " The plant woman brought a finger to her lips. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to end up as my sweet nectar?~"

"I'm flattered but I'd rather be able to taste it."

More vines slithered around Irahel.

"Ggguuh..." Her body twitched as adrenaline coursed through her. "What are you doing...?" Her mind couldn’t help but wander back to last night, when she saw Sol eaten alive by that ghoul… She knew what was coming, yet she wasn’t feeling the abject terror she would’ve expected. It was more akin to thrill. Was this the flowers’ effect? Or was she… looking forward to this?

"I'm going to make you an offer…" The plant woman spoke. "Don't think I haven't noticed that cute little bulge of yours...~"

"Ww... wha?! C-cute?!" Irahel jerked. Her tattered tunic had a clear tent rising from it, barely concealing her futanari. Irahel was the first futanari to be brought before her, as they were a rarity among the mostly-human populace of Deermire. Perhaps, that made the predator more inclined to give her a special offer.

"Fertilize me, so I can spread my seedlings... Do that for me, and I'll see if I can't do something about that pesky little mortality of yours... Maybe see if I can make you a ghast, maybe something stronger~"

At those words, Irahel’s penis got even harder and longer.

"Mhhmmm... I take it that's a yes?~"

"I'm sorry Isa... Tizzy…" Irahel took a big breath. "Very well... I'll.. fertilize you... just... what part of your body should receive my s-seed?"

"Well, well, aren't you eager?~ I tell you what... Why don't you stick your cute little seed-sprinkler riiiight here?~" A purple flower bud, sitting atop one of her vines, rose from somewhere behind her, moving to be level with Irahel’s cock. "And when we're done... I'll give you a lovely little surprise~"

Throb... twitch~

"Alivia... why."

"Mmhhhhhh..." The vines begin to remove Irahel’s underwear, exposing her rod to the air... Where the flower promptly latches around it, and begins sucking.

Suck, pump...

Throb... twitch... shlick!

Irahel’s naked cock, over six inches long, seems to slide into the maw of the flower bud, and lets out the first drop of precum after the first few suckles already.

"What... are you..."

Suckle, pump...

The precum creates a small bulge, traveling down the vine, and disappearing into the lower body of the creature.

"Why, I'm milking you... I want all of your seed~"

Another vine curls around her ballsack, giving it a light squeeze. "Milking... me?!" Irahel gasps, tensing her back as a large glob of precum travels from her balls towards the bud.

Squeeze!

The bud tightens, while Irahel groans. "I... Hhh... please... I'm not a cow..."

Shlick... Shlop!

Suck! Blorp, pump...

The larger glob is sucked down the vine, creating a sizable lump that moves towards the base of the plant girl. She moans in pleasure. "Mhhaaaaa~ I can taste it... Soooo much better than any of those villagers...~"

More and more globs of cum keep squeezing out of Irahel’s cock and balls to feed the predator’s system. It feels pleasant, both the motions, the slick warm insides and the scent that’s coming from the flowers. But it’s not enough to outright intoxicate her. She remains concerned.

"Those... villagers... how many have you eaten?"

"Mmhhhaaa... I'm not really sure... Maybe a dozen or so...?

It's hard to keep track of every meal who comes your way...~"

Pump, suckle...

SQUEEZE!!

Irahel shudders again. There were over a dozen zombies in last night’s assault, so did the plant’s response only include the villagers she had eaten after the attack? Were all their efforts for nothing? The temple had at most twenty people so hopefully at least a few souls had escaped.

"Haaah~ Haaah~ Are we just meals to y- haaaahhhhh~~~"

The vines tighten their grip on Irahel’s balls, trying to milk them dry. Both predator and prey moan in pleasure.

"Ahhhhh!~

Mmhhhhh... Some are meals for now... Others are stored away in my sacs, meals for later~

My beautiful children, though… Especially my lovely daughters, with their stunning claws and toothy smiles... I keep them around for good.

And soon, you'll be one of them~"

Squeeze, pump...

Suckle…

"Hh-haaah~ Haaah!" The vines that hold Irahel in their grasp begin to lift up her entire body and lay her horizontally, belly facing towards the sky while milking vines still pump her for all she’s worth.

Shlick... shlop!

"I can't... I can't go... oo-ooonn!!!"

SCCCHHLOOOOPPP!!!

A final, concentrated rush flows out. The nutritious geyser of semen is sucked through the vine, causing several sizable bulges as it travels down, into the absorbing organs.

Gulk! Glug! Ulg! Ulk! Glug!

"Mhhhaaaaaa!!~~" The plant woman moans.

"By Ahh... haa... Alivia... What have I done..." Post-orgasm regret sets in, even more as she hears the creature’s reply.

"Mhhaaaa... You've ensured the continuation of my kind, you generous, lovely, delicious morsel~

Now, as for you...

First, you won't be needing these anymore~"

"N-no...." She tries to struggle, wracked by guilt and fear.

RIIIP!! SHREEED!

Her armor and clothing are torn off, leaving her naked in the vines’ grasp. She is then turned around, and brought head-first towards the hips of the plant woman’s humanoid body, where it merges with the large mound-like base below.

"Uuuh... uh... what... where... how..."

Previously hidden beneath a tangle of vines, Irahel can see the plant woman’s vagina, a sap-like fluid dripping from the opening...

She readjusts herself, tugging at the tendrils suspending her. She is in disbelief... yet...

Sniff sniff...

"…It smells so tasty~"

"Mmhmm..." The plant woman smiles. "I do hope you enjoy it... It will be your diet as you undergo your transformation~"

SHLICK!!! POP!

Irahel’s head is shoved inside. "Uuhh... guh... uwa..." Her tongue darts around licking at the substance, eliciting a series of moans that rise to the sky.

"Mhhhhaaaaaaahhh~~ Mllaaaahhhh!!~~"

Shlick, shlick!

Clench, squirm, wiggle!

The plant woman shoves her deeper in, then pulls her back out, and shoves her in again… Turning the once-aspiring adventurer into a living sex toy, as more and more nectar flows down around her.

"Aaahhh... w-why..." Irahel lets her tongue hang down, some nectar sticking to it.

"Mhhhh~ MHHHHAAAA!!~~~

MHHYEESSS!~~"

SHLIIICK!

SHLIIIISSSHHH!!

"Aahh... haahh!" Irahel yelps as a gush of nectar flows out. It’s the plant woman’s orgasm... And quickly the adventurer is sucked completely inside.

"Ha... have... nmmmmmmm~" Irahel can't help but widen her lips in a moan, taking the river into her... as it takes her into it.

"Mmhhhhh..." The flower woman's cervix opens to accommodate her, her body quickly pulled into her womb - or the closest approximation of one, for such a plantfolk.

"Uww... hhh- gg- gaahh!"

Twitch, squirm!

Once Irahel is curled up and fully inside of her, more vine-tendrils emerge from above and below. Some gently wrap around her limbs and body, a couple wrap around her breasts… One, similar to the flower that milked her, latches on to her cock.

"Ahh.... No... Let me out..." Irahel tries to moan and raise her voice in protest.

"Mhhhhh... Welcome home, my dear, sweet, delicious child~" The plant woman gently rubs her hands along the bulge Irahel makes in her belly.

"..." Irahel doesn’t feel at all excited about her future prospects in this 'home', but her twitching and shivering cause her head to move in ways that could be interpreted as a nuzzle.

On the outside, the plant woman smiles warmly, feeling comforted and fulfilled. She began to explain.

"I can easily create a simple snack, or a zombie... But creating a proper child requires more energy... The process will take some time.

Unfortunately, you will expire as part of the process... But I promise, it shall be painless, and temporary.

And when you awaken from that slumber... You shall be one of my beautiful daughters~"

Expire?! The word set Irahel in motion.

Twitch... Wiggle, wiggle, squirm! Squirm… Throb!

"P... please..." True fear has finally come over Irahel. A few tears come out of her eyes, watering the oppressive vines and the plant-like insides.

Just then another vine extends down from somewhere above, seeking her lips.

"Mhhh... You did ask me to turn you into a ghast...

I cannot go back on my promise, my sweet child~

...Unless you would prefer to be my snack, instead?~"

"Mmphm mmphm mhhm!" Irahel thrashes with all her energy, but it amounts to a tickling sensation. Her cock seems to harden again, while the plant woman caresses her round belly...

Pat, pat...

It seems as if everything Irahel fought for will be taken from her… Heavy thoughts cruise through her mind.

"My first mission... ending with me being made a mockery of what I am… Yet… This monster... she seems to be soft and gentle underneath her exterior... and I could live... in some form… Heh... what blasphemous... thoughts..."

Glorp, squeeze... The bud around her cock seeks to milk her once again, while the vine from above begins to pump more of that sweet nectar into her mouth.

"Drink up, my child...

You will need much strength to complete your rebirth.

Drink, and rest... For tomorrow, you will savour that village of tasty morsels...

Every one of them will be digested... And then turned into nectar... They shall feed your transformation, and your rebirth, into the strongest of my beautiful daughters...~"

Another shiver seized Irahel’s spine. One last pang of guilt...

"...Before I became one with her beautiful harmony."

Suckle… Chuuurn… Squeeze…

…

"Yus... mofar..."