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When Haley got the cryptic messages, she very nearly ignored them entirely. She did, actually, for a good couple hours. It was the middle of the day, and she was busy, thank you very much. A new roll of film had finally come in for her favorite camera, having run out unexpectedly two weeks prior. She thought she had another roll stashed away, but either Emily had taken it, or, more likely, moved it and promptly forgotten where. So Haley had had to order more though the General Store, and that took ages, so she was stuck with her terrible digital camera the whole time. So really, who could blame her for ignoring the messages, when her good camera was finally back up and running?
Besides, they made very little sense.
lvl25 quick
pls
She frowned at her phone again. It wasn't hard to put the pieces together, but they didn't make the larger picture make any more sense. Level twenty-five, probably of those mines that were up by his house. Haley had been there exactly once, trailing after her older sister before she'd known any better. Emily had been in middle school, after all: she surely knew what she was doing.
Emily had not, in fact, known what she was doing, and they got turned around and dragged home by Marlon not one level into the mine. Haley didn't mind all that much, not after the first squelch of a cave slime had dragged itself across her shoe. She hadn't been back since.
But what Sebastian was doing in the mines, and what in Yoba's name he needed her there for, that was fully unknown. Unless Sebastian was suddenly into some extremely kinky shit.
Haley walked a little bit faster.
The elevator at the back of the cave was new. At least, new in the sense that it hadn't been there last time, a decade and a half ago. It was decidedly not new in every other way. She had to yank the doors shut behind her and smash the button for twenty-five repeatedly, until the elevator finally lurched into motion with a sickening drop.
She was falling entirely too fast for the thing to not be a death-trap, but the ride was over before she could lose her lunch, so at least there was that.
Wrenching the elevator doors open again, Haley emerged onto the twenty-fifth floor of the mines and saw the very last thing she was expecting to see.
Sebastian, strung up and strung out, head lolling against his chest, a backpack and open cell phone discarded on the ground. His arms and legs were all held apart by thin tendrils of green, disappearing into the cave walls. What remained of his clothes were in absolute tatters, little more than strips of cloth hanging from his hips, his chest. He lifted his head weakly at her gasp, eyes blown wide.
"Haley," he groaned. She saw his arms flex, like he was trying to fight the bonds, but they didn't budge an inch. "Fuck, run."
"Run?" she repeated. "You're the one who told me to come, you idiot. What the hell happened?"
In hindsight, she shouldn't have fought back about it. She should have turned on her heel and marched back into the elevator, gone and gotten Marlon and made it someone else's problem.
That was what she should have done.
Instead, she crouched beside his bag, searching for a knife to cut him free. He simply groaned again and let his head hang, a pitiful moan coming out around a full body shudder. It was a familiar noise, one that gave her pause, hand still in the backpack. She was used to hearing that moan in the Community Center, when she worked him over her strap, or when she made him do it himself. It made her core tighten automatically, a pavloved response to hearing him aroused.
It was only then that Haley looked a little bit closer.
His jeans were destroyed, ripped away at the seams and barely clinging to his hips. It was barely enough to cover a straining erection hanging between his thighs, the head dripping into a growing puddle beneath him. And, between those stretched out legs was another green vine, just like the ones fastening his hands and legs. But this one wasn't just holding, keeping in one place. No, this one was moving back and forth, in and out, in time with the weak moans falling from Sebastian's open mouth. A tendril of drool was following a drip of precum down to the ground, mixing on the dirt floor with a pool of white that Haley recognized all too well.
"What the fuck?" she muttered, abandoning the search for something sharp. She got to her feet and backed away, eyes wide. "Sebastian, what the fuck is going on?"
Sebastian could only moan, his body swaying in the air as the tendril behind him picked up its pace. A vine from the wall behind him wriggled over his shoulder, moving on its own volition. This one had a bright red flower at the tip, wide open and inviting. It nuzzled itself over Sebastian's face like a mask, making his body jerk and spasm, then go entirely limp once more. His cock jumped beneath his tattered pants, another spurt of precum joining the mess on the ground.
Haley's horror was growing by the second. But in very back of her head — in the entirely, irrationally horny part — she had to admit that it was quite the scene. Sebastian all splayed out, bared in ways that he flat out refused to be around her: she would be lying if she said it wasn't terribly hot. He made the best noises when he was getting fucked. Little breathy sounds that she had to drag out of him, like he didn't want to admit that he felt good, that she was making him feel good.
It made something in her chest oddly tight, the realization that it wasn't her making him make those noises now, but rather the plant… thing that was holding him tightly in place. It made her want to push it away, to replace its 'hands' with hers, to retake the task of making Sebastian look so fucked out that he couldn't form a sentence.
Her feet were moving before she thought better of it.
The red flower had detached itself from Sebastian's face, shrinking back at her approach. It regarded her curiously, tilting to the side like a dog's head. Like it was questioning her presence as much as she was its.
"Go on," she said, waving her hand at it. "You can keep going, but get out of my face."
Sebastian's eyes were on her, hazy and unfocused. A blush ran high on his cheeks, leaking up to his forehead and running to his hairline. He needed to dye it again soon, she thought idly, grabbing his roots and pulling his head up the rest of the way. His mouth was slack, falling open further as his eyes rolled halfway back, like just her touch alone was enough to bring him pleasure.
"Haley," he moaned, shuddering again.
It sent a thrill straight through her, right to her core. He so rarely said her name at all: to hear it this way, when he was looking like that…
"Why'd you text me?" she asked, forcing him to look at her. "So I could see you like this? Did you get all tied up on purpose, just to make me jealous? That's not very casual of you, Sebastian."
"N-n-no," he stammered, blinking rapidly. There was wetness gathering in the corners of his eyes: tears just on the brink of spilling, but not there yet. "I j-just texted the first num- ah, the first nnnnn…" He trailed off, gasping. The tendril had picked up speed again, pistoning into him hard enough to punch every breath out in a huff.
She gathered what he meant. His text thread with her was at the top of his message list, so when whatever events that led to this predicament transpired, it was her that he messaged.
"Well thank Yoba it wasn't your mom," she said, letting go of his hair. His head fell to his chest again, too weak to hold it up properly: he whimpered — honest to Yoba whimpered — and Haley damn near went right back, just to make him do it again.
It was intoxicating, sometimes, the way he made her feel. The way he would fall over himself to do anything she wanted — and the way that she'd do the same for him, even if she'd never say it, even if he'd never ask. They'd devolved far past the point of anything casual ages ago, and Haley was in far too deep to ever shut that door now. Even if they never addressed whatever they were or weren't, Haley knew that whatever they had was easily her most coveted relationship. More than Alex, more than her sister. More than she'd ever had with anyone else in her life.
Tied up like a present in front of her now, his eyes pleading for something, even if they didn't know what.
She smoothed a hand down the side of Sebastian's face. He leaned into it, nuzzling her hand, the muscles of his neck straining as he tried to follow even as his body was held fast.
"Please," he sighed. She could hear how tired he was in the drag to his voice, the way the single word was slurred the slightest bit. He'd texted her hours ago, she realized. Had he been like this that whole time? While she was in the forest, playing around with her new film?
This would have been a much better use of the film.
"Please what?"
"H-haley, please," he repeated, voice breaking. He shook his head the slightest bit, eyes squeezing shut. "Please, I can't-"
Haley hummed. In any other situation, she'd drag it out. She'd make him articulate exactly what, exactly how he wanted her, before she so much as lifted a finger. But now, the sweetest, sweetest desperation tainting every syllable of every word, Haley figured he'd waited long enough.
She stepped close enough to feel the heat radiating off of his body, a light sheen of sweat covering every visible inch of skin. She wrapped one hand around his cock, moving the tattered jeans to the side with the other hand. She managed one firm squeeze, moving her hand from the base to the tip exactly one time, before he was coming with a cry, spilling into her hand and onto her skirt. She just held him as the tendril worked him through it, waiting for him to cry overstimulation and beg for her to let go.
But, he didn't soften, and the tendril didn't stop, and Haley finally realized the scale of the situation.
Clinging to the sweat on his face were tiny golden particles, undoubtedly set there by the flower on the vines. It was sucked into his airways on every breath, more making it into his mouth every time he licked his lips and tried to compose himself. Haley brushed a finger of her clean hand over his chin, studying the little specks of pollen in the dim light. They made her fingertips tingle, burning hot like she'd grazed the lid of a pot on the stove: not burning, but not comfortable.
"This must be-"
Before she could get the rest of the sentence out, her vision was obscured. She didn't notice the red flower vine moving until it was too late, creeping back up over Sebastian's shoulder to lunge at her instead. Strong vines wound around her wrists and ankles at the same time the flower latched to her face, squeezing her eyes shut and forcing itself into her mouth in a rough kiss. Sickly sweet pollen coated her tongue and filled her nose, overwhelming every other sense.
As her head spun from a lack of oxygen, the flower and its drug became all she knew. It was racing through her bloodstream and filling her very being, searing her from the inside out. It pooled in her core like lava, burning and insistent. When she could breathe again, she did so in panting gasps, still tasting that sweetness on her tongue, behind her teeth.
Wetness was pooled between her thighs, soaking her underwear straight through. She could feel the cold air on her core as her legs were spread, her skirt hiked up over the tops of her thighs from the motion. She wanted to rub her legs together, to get some kind of friction, any kind of pressure on her clit. She was already at the very edge, throbbing with every racing heartbeat.
Haley was strung up face to face with Sebastian, not quite touching, but close enough that if they both leaned forward, they'd be able to touch. She could barely see his cock through her blurry vision, hanging between both of their legs, still hard, still eager. Just the simple sight of it had her salivating, wishing she could move. If something didn't touch her, she was going to combust.
More tendrils snaked their way into the scene.
They wrenched at the straps of Haley's tank top, ripping them and her bra down to her stomach. The very tips of them circled her nipples, light, teasing. She cried out, trying to arch into the touch, but the vines held her fast. As they prodded and caressed, Haley's gaze landed on Sebastian. His eyes were lidded, as if he was drunk on it. On her. He kept sweeping his gaze over her, up and down, from the vines playing with her tits to her mouth and back again. He was straining at his restraints again, trying to get closer to her, tilting his head as far forward as it would go.
Haley met him in the middle, just enough room for their lips to meet. They didn't kiss often, the action a little too personal, a little too un-casual for their usual prerogative. Haley didn't know how much of what she was tasting on his tongue was him, and how much was the plant's pollen, but it renewed the blaze inside her all the same.
The tendrils kept moving as Haley and Sebastian kissed desperately, too much tongue and too many teeth. She was moaning into his mouth, and he was moaning right back into hers, still rocking slightly, still getting fucked by the tendril. Its brethren were tugging on her nipples wholeheartedly now, wound around her tits to squeeze and pull and pinch. Another tendril was winding lower, ripping through her panties and exposing her fully.
She gasped into Sebastian as the tendril teased her lightly, barely brushing over her soaking cunt. It was the ghost of a touch, but it sent her reeling all the same, trying to rock down on it, searching, hoping. Instead, it retreated as fast as it came. Haley nearly sobbed in frustration.
Sebastian's moans became choked — he was the first to break away, his eyes rolling back as his body jerked. Haley glanced between them to find the same tendril that had been on her now wrapped around his cock, a tight ring at the base. It supported his cock, standing it up straight so it was angled towards Haley.
The tendrils around her arms and legs shifted, wrenching her forward to crash against Sebastian. Her sensitive nipples caught against his chest, still being tortured by the tendrils: but Haley barely even felt it, because she was being lowered onto his cock, and absolutely nothing else mattered.
They were thrown together like dolls, their movements wholly not their own. But, Haley would have been doing exactly the same thing, if she had been able to move: every thrust of his cock inside of her had her crying out, throwing her head back and riding out the flames. She had never felt so good, so full, so right. Haley barely even noticed her impending orgasm until it was washing over her, whiting out the edges of her vision and making everything from the roof of her mouth to the tips of her toes buzz with it. She was clenching around him, and he was spilling into her, and they were still going. Still being fucked into and onto each other, wringing each other out.
The noises were obscene. The wetness of her core was mixing with the cum he spilled inside of her to run down her thighs, adding to the mess on the floor below. It did nothing to quell the need in her, except ease the way for him to fuck her harder.
She came like that again twice more, each orgasm of greater intensity than the last. Sebastian was fully crying now, babbling nonsense as he buried himself into her, biting at her neck, kissing anything he could reach. His eyes were nothing but pupil, unseeing but feeling every single thing.
After the third, the flower came back. It didn't need to: Haley was insatiable, the need still an inferno between her legs. It coated Sebastian's face in its pollen once more anyway, reducing him to nothing but sounds, all human language gone.
But it did not kiss Haley again. Instead, she was moved off of Sebastian — they both cried at the loss — and pivoted, bent in half at the waist to present herself to the flower. It kissed her lips, nestling itself against her clit, and Haley screamed.
Screamed so loud that they probably heard it in the Adventurer's Guild, in Sebastian's house, and probably all the way down to the Community Center and into town. Her orgasm was instant, the direct stimulation to her clit nearly too much to handle after coming that many times. But it didn't stop, and she wasn't even though the aftershocks when the next one came, the flower's pollen coating her cunt and making it an endless stream of pleasure.
Haley might have blacked out then, because everything else came in pieces.
Something in her mouth, pressing down on her tongue and choking her as it fucked her throat.
Something sealing itself around her clit, a never ending vibration that had her sobbing.
Something pressing into her cunt again at the same time that something else pressed against her ass, working her open and taking her twice.
Sebastian beneath her, the tendrils gone, fucking into her on his own volition, her hands in his hair, his lips on her shoulder.
Collapsed on the dirty floor, wet all over, a red flower waving a leaf goodbye.
—
Haley and Sebastian leaned heavily on each other when they stumbled out of the mines, crammed together in the elevator on the ride up and not speaking a single word. Haley didn't think she knew any. Sebastian didn't seem any better.
They weren't going to make it very far, not in their states. So Haley simply sat down at the edge of the lake, not five feet from the mouth of the cave. Sebastian plopped down beside her, wincing at the impact.
They sat in silence as the moon rose over the lake. A chorus of frogs started up again, disturbed by their arrival, but getting over the interruption. Haley rested her head on Sebastian's shoulder. He wrapped his arm over hers.
"I forgot my phone down there," he eventually whispered, his voice raw.
"Darn," she replied, equally as soft, equally as strained. "Guess we'll have to go back."
Sebastian chuckled, the sound morphing into a cough that had him gripping his chest and wincing again. "I can go without it for a few weeks."
"How are you going to text me to come save you if you don't have a phone?"
She could hear the way he rolled his eyes. "Right, and that was a world-class saving."
"Oh, like you would have been any better? Yeah right."
Sebastian just hummed. "Fair. Well, as a thank you… would you like to go to dinner?"
This brought Haley up short. Despite the ache in her bones, she peeled herself off of his shoulder to see his face. He was flushed brighter than even before, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth. The picture of anxiety now that they were out here, under the moon.
"Like, as a date?"
Sebastian shrugged, looking away. "I mean, it doesn't have to be-"
"Yes. I'd like that."
"O-oh. Shit. Really?"
It was Haley's turn to laugh. Except, once she started, she couldn't recall how to stop. It spilled out of her unbidden until her stomach hurt, stitches in her sides, tears on her face. Sebastian was laughing right along with her, covering his face with his hands.
It was incredibly nice to be laughing with Sebastian, and not at him, for once.
Not that she'd tell him that, of course.
Or maybe she would. Over dinner.