///Ride. Req puss puss. No taurs. "Ride that stamen."
Iliador's breath catches as you climb forward, [if (singleleg) {ramping up one of|straddling}] the broad petals that cup his form. He sheepishly parts his vibrant orange hair around the spiny bulbs that hold his fruits, but blinks in confusion when your fingers brush under his delicate chin. [say:W-wait, what are you doing?]

Your other hand trails down his chest, sliding across the fine silk, until you find his modestly-sized shaft nestled against the base of his flower. It feels human, but not as warm; the plant-boy tenses and whimpers as you squeeze to test the firmness, finding it as stiff as stalk. Your eyes fix to his and you read bashfulness and desire on his face, but no blush. Perhaps his cheeks can't do that. A small gasp escapes him as you explore around his length.

[say:I... Surely I am not...] he whispers, eyes turning aside. The petals shift beneath you as though to raise and shield him--if they even can. But you lean in, leaving no chance of the alraune shying away, and press with a kiss. His lips part more to speak, but you steal the opportunity to push your tongue in. The sweet and refreshing scent with his inhuman flavor is pleasant to the senses. Though you pull away to [if (isnaked) {guide his hands|strip your [armor]}], it gives Iliador the time to talk. [say:I'm cold and hollow and--if it still pleases you, then,] he pauses as you[if (isDrider) {r long spindly legs caress him and you}] place his palm against your [if (isfeminine || hasBreasts) {[breast]|[if (isfitbuild) {toned chest|[if (isskinnybuild) {ribs|[if (ischubbybuild) {belly|chest}]}]}]}], [say:then I... will please you.]

At your instruction, he gropes and fondles your [if (ischubbybuild) {plush|[if (ismuscularbuild) {muscular|[if (isskinnybuild) {[if (isemaciatedbuild) {[if (hasgooskin) {flimsy|bony}]|trim}]|lustful}]}]}] body, the light of the [sun] shimmering in his bright yellow eyes as his gaze darts around. The grip is gentle and appreciative, like someone not wanting to [if (cor > 33) {damage the gift given to him|impose or overstep}]. Your [hand] dances up his back, tracing the edges of his ribs through his blouse, until coming to rest in his soft locks. You are not as fragile as the little spiders he treats so delicately, and as you bunch up his hair in your grip, you urge him to dig in and massage you. He trembles and moans under the mild abuse.

You[if (isDrider) {r legs crisscross over his back|[if (singleleg) { slide further up| jerk yourself further up and straddle his hips properly}]}]. The velvety petals cradle your [if (ischild) {cunny|[pussy]}] as you pin the plant-boy against you. Iliador chokes back nerves, and the words at the tip of his tongue die in his throat. There's no changing course. You line up his [if (!ischild || (hasCock && cocklength > 5)) {small }]dick with your [if (tailLeg) {genital slit|labia}] and part around the pale head, running it back and forth though the cleft. The girlish boy squeezes your [hips] with his dainty hands and thrusts inside! Heat radiates through your face, and your throat tingles with the gasp escaping it--contrasting Iliador's cool skin and held breath. {cuntchange}[if (isvirgin) {That, on Mareth, your first [if (hasLostVirginity) {could|would}] be so cute, gentle, and modest is [if (cor < 33 && libido < 33) {a relief|more endearing than expected}].}]

Then tension breaks with a roll of your hips, Iliador releasing the air from his lungs in a whining moan. You push him down and kiss the alraune several more times, eating up his dazed pleasure. The first rise and fall is slow enough to feel every pulse and twitch within you. The once prim and pretty Iliador quivers in a disheveled state, hair spilling over his shoulders and chest as he gets raped[if (isChild) { by a child}]. The flower rocks beneath you, most stable in the center and unsteady where you lean. Pollen gets jostled into the air as you ride him harder. Each thrust drives him deeper into the bloom, each grind draws another helpless sound from his delicate throat.

Iliador's fingertips crawl up your sides and then jump to a full embrace, holding you firmly against the soft silk of his blouse and the skin-like exterior of his cool plant flesh. [say:Am I enough for you?] he sheepishly asks. He pumps his hips and keeps pace with you, following even as you quicken.

The motion turns urgent and unrestrained. Iliador trembles, and you find yourself just as unstable. The end begins with your clit tensing, then all the muscles in your groin. Climax takes you both together, your shuddering breath breaking into a cry as his cum floods into you. Iliador gasps and pants amid several more short, shallow thrusts, emptying what few more drops he has in store, then goes weak. The humidity looks like sweat on his face, but he still smells of flowers.

[say:Please, do not hurt any of my spiders,] he whispers. Meekly, the plant-boy sinks at the waist, pulling out of you as he slides securely underground.