"The dream is prophesy - recalling it is the act of communicating it. And even by what you provided it doesn't have to be futuristic. To utter by or as divine inspiration or to speak as if divinely inspired."
I realize what he's doing as he steps closer, putting doman cock to my lips. I try to make my body struggle, but the spores still have hold of me. He slowly enters my mouth, his cock it slicked with my juices, it tastes of me and his minty-basil taste, more subtle than his cum, but still apparent, although there is an extra earthy taste to it.
His little hands go to either side of my head to keep himself steady as he starts fucking my face.
' I flip over and sit up, rubbing my back, trying to get the pain to soften. When I try to stand I can't, I look down, my foot is caught in a vine, its twisted around my ankle and halfway up my calf.
What the?' I reach down and try to undo myself and I can't find the end, I search along it until my hand hits something warm and rough. The thing I touched moves forward and I see a little green snout appear then the rest of his body, the vines that caught me were coming out of his back, and they tighten around me as he reveals himself to me.
Snivy looks down at me with that superior look that his species seems to have and I stare back up at his green eyes. Its very rare to have wild starters on Route 1, damn near impossible really, how could he Then it clicks, he's my starter, the one that went crazy and fled after trying to hurt the assistant.
"L-let me gooo!" Another vine shoots out and wraps around my mouth silencing me. He walks closer and I see something pink and long emerging from the lower half of his body...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑