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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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A flower must wither for a fruit to bloom.
The birth of something new always begins with the end of something else.
Only after the once-brilliant light fades can the first small steps towards the future begin.
Alraune offered me paradise until she fully conceived a new life within her.
I had nothing to worry about,
Only the pure, unadulterated pleasure of satiating my desires.
For most males, this would be heaven.
And it was heaven for me too. Undeniably.
The only warmth that shielded me from fear and terror, my light, my sanctuary…
“Gasp- mmm…”
At first, I had been the beast, ravishing her,
But now, my body unresponsive, Alraune took the lead, bestowing pleasure upon me.
She never tired. Her roots, buried deep within the earth, drew nutrients and moisture from the surrounding area, sustaining our private paradise.
“S-stop… kiss-”
My mind occasionally cleared, and I tried to leave, but my body, addicted to the warmth and comfort, refused to cooperate.
I couldn’t escape. This embrace was stickier than Arachne’s web, more enveloping than the mermaids’ lake.
I had a profound realization.
Too much pleasure could be paralyzing.
As she nibbled and sucked on my nipples and the tip of my penis, I could only tremble and twitch, my body arching.
There was no orgasm.
Only a continuous, mind-numbing pleasure that detached me from the world.
“Ugh! Gasp-! Stop! Stop it…!”
“It’s okay.”
Whenever I struggled, Alraune held me tighter, her embrace more comforting, more secure.
I couldn’t escape her.
My body was limp,
And the sticky honey made movement difficult.
“Just enjoy it.”
After hours of sensual pleasure,
Alraune had learned every inch of my body, every sensitive spot.
She knew my erogenous zones, even the ones I hadn’t known existed.
Her hands and vines roamed freely between my thighs, caressing my testicles, my penis. I moaned and wept, lost in the overwhelming sensation.
It might sound ridiculous, to be in so much pleasure it was agonizing,
But I could no longer distinguish between heaven and hell.
“Mmm… mmm!”
She brought me to the brink of ecstasy, then placed her breast in my mouth, her hands continuing their exploration of my lower body.
Even the places I had never touched before,
My most hidden, intimate parts…
She massaged them, her touch expert and knowing.
It was so good, it made my mind reel.
The added sensation of the sticky honey turned her caresses into a form of exquisite torture.
I didn’t want any more pleasure,
I was overwhelmed. I was fine, really.
I didn’t want this anymore. I didn’t want to feel good anymore.
“Gasp…! Stop… p-please…”
My protests were reduced to childish whimpers.
“Yes, yes.”
Alraune dismissed my desperate pleas as mere babble.
“Stop iiiit…! Sob…!”
My weak refusals only amused her.
She continued her ministrations, her touch so gentle, so caring,
That I climaxed over and over again.
I had heard that prolonged erections could be painful,
But thanks to Alraune’s honey, my erection wouldn’t subside.
All the blood flowed there,
Pooling, throbbing, until I spurted a small amount of semen,
Then, after a brief respite, it hardened again, re-engorged by Alraune’s touch.
“Stooop! Please!”
“Yes, yes. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
She continued her loving assault, her kisses and caresses relentless,
Until my body was drained,
Until I ceased to exist.
Even when this small space within her petals felt like hell, our coupling continued.
The act of procreation continued until fertilization was ensured.
I always came inside her,
And after each small release, her hands returned, rekindling the pleasure.
She knew my penis was too sensitive to touch now,
So she explored the surrounding areas, the insides of my thighs, the cleft of my buttocks, my testicles, her touch expert and knowing…
“Heeek… please… heeek! Agh!”
I could only scream and beg like an animal.
Before, I had feared for my physical survival,
But now, as my mind, my knowledge, my experiences, faded into nothingness, my screams became even more desperate.
I don’t want to die like this. I don’t want to become an idiot.
Please, someone save me. Anyone.
“Stop, s-stop… hic, sob… please…”
I pushed against the soft petals, trying to escape,
But while the petals yielded, Alraune’s grip tightened, holding me captive.
“What’s wrong…? Doesn’t it feel good anymore?”
She seemed genuinely concerned.
Perhaps by this point, most males had succumbed to her touch, their minds lost in a haze of pleasure?
“Aaaaagh! Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me…!”
But I couldn’t adapt, couldn’t surrender. My body rebelled.
A final, desperate attempt to retain my humanity,
A deep-seated desire to remain myself.
“Hic, heeek… sob…”
But Alraune pulled me back, holding me close, her petals enveloping me.
I was dragged back into her embrace, limp and helpless, like a wilted vine.
“Please, wait… stop, stop… please…”
I begged for mercy, my voice barely a whisper, my lips numb.
I wanted to clasp my hands together and plead, but I didn’t have the strength.
Even speaking was agonizing.
“My love, it’s okay. I’ll be gentle. It’s probably just because it’s your first time.”
Alraune kissed my trembling lips. Not a passionate kiss, but a soft, gentle touch.
Then, her hands and vines returned to my lower body. She was using her vines now, their supple tendrils exploring me.
“You understand, don’t you?”
“Hic, heeek…”
I knew how good it would feel. It would drive me insane.
“Ugh… hic…”
All I could do,
Was cry.
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“Ah…”
I didn’t know how much time had passed.
Days,
Perhaps weeks…
“Sigh… mmm…”
Alraune checked on me several times a day.
And whenever I seemed to have fainted,
Or given up,
She would release a slightly acidic honey.
Even in my hazy state, I understood its purpose.
My impending death,
My body, soon to become nourishment for her and her offspring.
She had conceived using my seed, and now she would use her own methods to ensure the survival of her progeny.
Most males, realizing their fate, would try to escape,
But seduced by the sweet honey and the beautiful female form, they surrendered to their inevitable demise.
After experiencing such unparalleled pleasure, they no longer cared. Perhaps death was a welcome release.
Perhaps this was a good ending.
My tired, broken body would become nourishment for the future,
And my soul would become one with this planet.
“Ugh, sob…”
But I didn’t want to die.
I didn’t want to die. I wanted to live.
“Ah, uuugh… grunt…”
But I could barely speak. My mind and body, ravaged by the drugs and the endless pleasure, were exhausted.
I forced my hand to move, weakly grasping Alraune’s leg.
The honey had already reached my pelvis. If I didn’t do something soon, I would be dissolved, my body melting away.
“N-no…”
“Hmm.”
I clung to her, crying like a child, and Alraune’s digestive process slowed.
“P-please… just a little… longer…”
My mind, slowly fading, couldn’t comprehend her motives,
“…Alright. Just one more day.”
But I saw her looking down at me, a reluctant smile on her lips.
She, with her gentle, compassionate nature, couldn’t resist a male’s pleas and affections.
That was my only advantage,
My lifeline.
Perhaps,
My body should have already become fruit.
But she was too kind,
Too gentle,
To refuse my requests.
She would grant me anything,
Except freedom.
“Sigh…”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
But,
I didn’t know what difference one more day would make.
I was simply surviving,
Clinging desperately to life,
Postponing the inevitable.
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