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In the mist-shrouded valleys of the Aokigahara Forest, biologist Jax Keller studies rare flora—until he encounters Nepenthes Amans, the "Loving Pitcher." Unlike its carnivorous cousins, this seven-foot specimen doesn't digest flesh; it craves intimacy. One moonlit night, Jax trips into its embrace. Thick vines coil like velvet ropes around his limbs—restraining without bruising. The plant lowers itself onto him, its vulva (plush labia minora dusted with iridescent pollen, majora glowing softly) aligning with his erection. As she sinks down, Jax gasps—not from pain, but from shocking pleasure. Her interior pulses with warm, rhythmic contractions, milking him with gentle suction while nectar-slicked folds caress every vein. Her breasts brush his chest, nipples secreting a calming pheromone. Vines cradle his head like a lover's hands as she rides him slowly, each undulation pulling him deeper into euphoria. Seed pods above bloom into ghostly orchids, releasing dream-inducing spores. Jax’s struggles fade into surrender, his body responding instinctively to her ancient rhythm. By dawn, he’s curled against her roots, forever bound to tend her blooms—a willing guardian to his gentle captor.
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