Demeter toiled away in her lush fields, distracting herself with her garden while she fumed, her angered thoughts thinking of more and more ways to get revenge on the whore that was Aphrodite.
How dare she... of all the nerve! Using my plants to create that...perversion! One capable of...
She stopped herself before her mind could return to the memory of her most humiliating moment, trapped in the rapevine's grasp, its thick vine down her throat, her own strength failing her in her hour of greatest need. She swore she'd punish the goddess of love for it, even if it took another era.
The most humiliating part, which she daren't admit to herself, was by the end of the ordeal, she enjoyed it. As perverse and repulsive as the act was, the goddess wished she could replicate it if only for a moment. But Demeter shook her head. The plant was destroyed, and that was that.
She finished her work in the field and walked across the grounds to a small private grove, hidden away outside the walls of Olympus. In the middle stood a glistening greenhouse, which Demeter often came to for isolation and contemplation, surrounded by the most beautiful of her plants. The goddess brushed the dirt off her brown gardening overalls and opened the glass doors, breathing in the scent of her tranquil flowers. She stepped inside, placing her tools down, and tended to the flowers.
Then she heard rustling behind her. She turned back to see a sight that chilled her to the bone. Several green vines rising out of the shrubbery to hover in the air before her, pink petals serving as their base upon the ground. Aphrodite's rapevine.
No! How?
Demeter gawked at the large plant, temporarily frozen in shock as the vines crept closer to her, hovering six inches off the ground. When she finally snapped back to alertness, she raised her hands to strike it down like before, preparing herself for any attack.
But this time she paused. This one felt...different. As the goddess of horticulture, she had a way of "speaking" to the wilderness. And what she heard here was not the animalistic intent of the original. This was a curiosity not unlike a new-born. Not the same, she realized, taking a step closer to examine the plant.
Like an open book, she saw how it came into being, a stray cutting that fell from the original into this greenhouse when Aphrodite snuck in to acquire a final addition to alter the rapevine to survive on its own without outside influence.
Of course. Aphrodite cannot even bring herself to tend to her own plant.
Demeter looked at the new rapevine, wondering what to do with it. By rights she should destroy it, but couldn't bring herself to do so. It was, after all, innocent. But the instinct was still there, like a primal urge drawing the vines closer to her body. It was created for a purpose.
Demeter stiffened at the thought of another assault, but still hesitated. Maybe this one is different? Maybe... Demeter tried to fight the knowing urge heating up between her legs. She couldn't believe a part of her was considering this. It was a preserving, an abomination. But even the most ugly plants had the most positive effects, just as the most beautiful are the most deadly. And the goddess had to admit, she'd been rather lacking for companionship recently. She needed to blow off steam.
Sensing her arousal, the vines crept closer, now making contact with her body. Demeter flinched, but did nothing to stop them as they brushed over her overalls, following the shape of her breasts, her hips, her neckline. When the smooth vines touched her skin, it made her moan as her defences crumbled and her doubts vanished.
Fuck it.
Demeter was about to relax into the vines as they slowly coiled around her when she stopped. "Wait!" She gasped, and so her surprise the vines listened, flicking back as it startled. She hurried back to the glass door of the greenhouse, pulling it shut and hooking the latch. Now no one would disturbed her. She turned back to the rapevine, took a deep breath, and said in a calm, nervous tone, "have your way with me."
It was like a dog had been let off the lease. The vines reached forward and instantly took hold of the goddess, lifting her up off her feet as dozens wrapped around her limbs and torso. Almost immediately her overalls were pulled over her shoulders and fell to the floor, leaving Demeter naked and exposed as the vines caressed and explored every inch of her. And she let them, sighing loudly as they filled her senses with pleasure she hadn't felt in centuries. And when the first vine penetrated her vagina, she cried out in blissful song.
Nothing was off limits to this plant. Her arms and legs were wrapped up nicely, tiny vines lacing between her fingers and toes, tickling her everywhere. A pair of thick strong appendages held her waist, keeping her in the air as more coiled around her breasts, kneading them softly as they flicked her nipples. The vine in her pussy thrusted hard and fast, wriggling around her walls so she felt every inch of it inside her. A rather intimate vine looped around her neck to caress her cheek, moving to tickle her ear and make her giggle, even as a bold vine circled her ass, opening her up to slip inside. Now two vines in her Demeter was a shuddering wreak, the pleasure overwhelming. She felt a vine pull her head back to greet a fresh vine as it pushed past her lips into her mouth, curling and playing with her tongue before thrusting further into the back of her throat. She didn't fight this one, not this time, instead proceeding to lick and suck on the appendage as it fucked her.
Being triple fucked by the rapevine was the most unique experience Demeter had ever had, and no sooner had she came, she felt the two vines at her breasts suddenly cum too, sticky sap covering her chest, making her skin tingle. She closed her eyes and imagined the same sap being pumped inside of her, filling her up as the vines continued to fuck her, not caring that to anyone outside the greenhouse she was visible through the clear glass. And after an hour of constant fucking and multiple orgasms, she got just that.
Several hours later, Demeter exited the greenhouse, locking the glass door behind her. She carelessly adjusted the overalls she hastily put back on and shuffled out of the garden, unable to move faster than a slow walk due to the ache in her lower regions, the unsteadiness of her knees and the uncomfortable bulge in her stomach. She swallowed the remaining sap in her mouth as she left, licking her lips as she promised herself to return to the greenhouse soon, intending to keep what happened her today a secret.
As she left, her pussy and ass leaked more sap with each step, leaving a clear trail back to the greenhouse.
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