[Oral] [Ride] [Anal] [Kill] [Leave]
///Anal. Req pp. "Hold him down and fuck his ass.[if (guro && hypercock) { With a cock like yours, he is too narrow to physically contain your girth, but why let that stop you?}]"
Circling behind the girlish plant, you eye up his feminine figure, your gaze wandering down to his skirt-concealed ass. You approach your target, and the shift of your weight on his flower makes the bloom subtly dip, and the plant-boy stiffens with a startled breath.

Your fingers thread into his bright orange hair with deliberate care to navigate past the prickly stems bearing his fruits. Iliador holds himself up on his hands and casts a look back at you with a subdued, confused noise. [say:What are you--]

You lay your [if (haspaws) {paw|palm}] between his shoulder blades and push him flat on his chest. Clasping on his pert little butt, you elicit a shiver from him. The plant-boy stiffens again, in a different way this time.

[say:I-it's not like a... human's,] he warns. Nevertheless, the delicate alraune remains in place, submitting to your grope of his boyish bottom. It may not be large and plush, but it's still soft[if (!isnakedlower) {, prompting you to pull out your [cockplural]}]. Another startled half-gasp ekes out [if (isTaur) {as you climb over and press your [cock] blindly into his cheeks|at the sensation of your [cock] pressing against his buttcheek}]. [say:If you still wish, th-then I'll endure it.]

A faint shiver rolls through him. He clutches the petals as though they'll anchor him. [if (isTaur) {You do appreciate his choice of attire--it must be silk from the widows--it feels comfy beneath your four-legged anatomy|You run your [hand] down the slope of his back, tracing the plant-like smooth skin and soft clothes just to let his anticipation build}]. Iliador holds his breath the moment you touch the tight, cool ring that gradually yields under the pressure. His hips jerk when you spread him open. [if (cockWidth > 2) {He whimpers into the petals, not properly ready for the degree of stretching he's being subjected to.[if (cockWidth > 4) { And you don't even have the entire head in yet. }]}]He trembles from shoulders to thighs as the first [if (metric) {few centimeters|inches}] breach him, his voice breaking into a breathy moan. [if (guro && hypercock) {In spite of all physical limits, you continue leaning in, forcing every hair's breadth further as Iliador whines and groans|It's a snug fit that's hard to compare, but it's something closer to a fleshlight than a person, you think. You [if (!isTaur) {grip his waist and }]begin to thrust}].
//guro hypercock version. male hips are, what, 10-12 inches wide? You break a pelvis probably half that far. Save this as killing iliador
The straining plant-fibers squelch and stretch. [say:Please, stop, it hurts,] he groans. He's a plant, it's not like he has internal organs--probably. His voice gets hoarse as a breathless cry dryly leaves, and you're still not all the way inside. This is turning closer to shoving your dick through undersized cockrings rather than a boy's ass. The sound of gritting teeth fills the air, and finally an explosive, low tear rings out, quickly drowned out by screams. But you're inside, with much less resistance now. Peering down at him, you see the outline of your [cockhead] pressing into the fabric of his back, soaking it, and he's panting heavily. The inside is also thickly wet and sticky, like you've somehow dunked your penis in syrup!

One unwinding breath is all you need before readjusting your position and pulling out a short ways--then back, even deeper! A grunting sneeze-like sound shuts his panting up. Iliador silently takes you to the hilt, his slimy, sweet-smelling insides pulsing through his blouse. It all pulls on you with a desperate cling, struggling to let you go whenever you back away, but you thrust back in, repeating the motion in pump after pump. Things are loosening.

You lean forward and collect yourself in preparation. A last flurry erupts through your loins and you pound the sappy flower-slut relentlessly, shredding the softer parts of him and only barely reaching climax, letting ropes of semen fly as Iliador fully tears asunder in your grasp! The jism drenches the empty space where a flesh-and-blood person's heart would be, and the shattered stalk that was once his pelvis peels off your shaft.
//non-gore
The flower rocks beneath you. The first one has him suppress a moan, and the second has him fail to do so; his body takes each motion with a helpless rhythm that compels his submissive inclinations to the surface. Your pace builds, [if (cockLength < 24) {[hips] slapping against his backside|going deeper than should be possible}][if (cockArea>20) { with the squelching applause of his straining plant-fibers}], the suction of his passage wrapping around you with surprising hunger.[if (cockLength > 12) { It's a wonder if he has any internal organs at all.}]

[say:J-just don't hurt the spiders, and I can take this,] he babbles into the petals, burying his face.

[if (isTaur) {If he has anything else to say, it's too muffled to get through, and you buck ever harder until his voice gets louder, drawing|Your fingers slide through his hair again, tugging his head back just enough for him to [if (cor >33) {feel at your mercy|breathe}]. The pull draws}] a sound out of him high, overwhelmed, and undeniably aroused. You rut into him harder. The petals bounce with each thrust, pollen drifting in faint clouds around you. But he isn't the one pollinating anything. Iliador's voice pitches higher, his thighs trembling, his entrance tightening desperately around your length.

[say:Please, I'm at my limit,] he begs.

You drive into him with force before readjusting your mounting stance. As far as you're concerned, his body is accustomed to your intrusion, and you begin a faster flurry! The plant-boy pants and groans every time his held breath breaks. [if (hasKnot) {Your knot squeezes in at the last moment amid your frenzy and r|The final tension in your loins throws you into rapid short thrusts until the need overtakes you. R}]elease slams through you in a hot surge, spilling deep inside his clenching passage. Iliador cries out and his body and appendages flutter in involuntary spasms.

Your shallow movements slow with the dwindling spurts. When you finally pull back, your little flower has been well seeded.