Chapter 4

I kept licking until Sadie’s petals and nub started shaking violently against my mouth and nose, and puffs of pollen released themselves into my face. When I was satisfied that she was done, I pulled my face away from her, smiling that I’d made her feel good. Then I shouted, “Ow!” and ran to the bathroom to look at my face.

In the mirror, I could see a red, ring-shaped rash forming around my mouth and at the tip of my nose, where it had rubbed against her petals. I started to freak out. Did I catch some kind of STD from Sadie? I took a breath and tried to calm down.

No, that didn’t make any sense. STDs don’t just pop up symptoms immediately as soon as you catch them. This was some kind of irritation. Probably from the pollen. I decided to google it. The results showed that it could at least partly be the pollen, but it turned out that peace lilies are mildly toxic and can cause skin and throat irritation. Speaking of which, my throat was also starting to burn. I started to get paranoid again. Maybe I should go to the ER.

No, I couldn’t do that. How was I going to explain the cause of my rash and throat irritation? I decided to wait it out, putting a cool, wet washcloth over my mouth and resting on the couch. Still, I wasn’t deterred. Whenever I looked over at Sadie, my cock stirred. She really was the best sex I’d ever had in my life. Was it worth it? I guess I’d find out. By the time I went to bed, the rash was an inflamed, bumpy red mass ringing all the way around my mouth. I called in sick to work the next day.

Staring into the bathroom mirror, I inspected the rash. It didn’t look any worse than it had when I’d gone to sleep. At least it burned less now. I got another wet washcloth and went to lie on the couch. I spent the day playing video games while I recuperated, but I kept glancing over at Sadie. She looked great. Her stems were thriving, standing up strong and erect. And the leaves were all pointed in my direction, reaching for me. I laid the game controller down beside me on the couch, absentmindedly rubbing the erection through my sweatpants. It did seem like a waste to spend the day home from work and not have sex.

But if Sadie was toxic, why didn’t my dick get a rash when I fucked her? I guess the flowers and the pollen were more dangerous than the leaves. I’d never had any kind of reaction when her leaves touched me, so we were good. Placing the damp washcloth on the coffee table, I got up and went over to Sadie. I pulled my sweatpants down below my ass and let my dick bob in the air in front of her. The leaves reoriented and started reaching out toward me.

“Hello, lovely one.”

Sadie’s leaves, three of them, slid up the length of my cock. Her touch was cool and slightly moist. I stood still, and my eyes rolled back in my head as I let her wrap her leaves around my cock. The leaves started to move, stroking me. Their broad folds enveloped my dick from base to glans. She had a stronger grip than I would have thought, though the movements were excruciatingly slow. It was wonderful torture. My dick felt like a steel rod, so much blood had flowed into it. Up and down, up and down, her leaves massaged my cock, making a soothing sound like rustling paper. It seemed like the more she touched it, the more it swelled. I was at maximum size, and she kept stroking me in that slow, methodical rhythm.