Carnivorous Flowers Smell the Sweetest

I was bored, you see. By being the strongest creature in that underground donjon, I did not get a lot of visitors. That was until I spotted something that did not belong far from the sun. A forest nymph. According to teacher’s books, those beings belonged in forest donjons and had been observed to undergo a strange evolution. Over the past centuries, most of them had become allergic to animal protein. This pushed them into the process of becoming a noble race. Meaning that they stopped hunting adventurers that entered their lairs, making their sentience recognized.

This intrigue had me observing her with my foresight. It appeared that she was in the bonds of slavery to a group of four adventurers. There was a large young human man and an older smaller one pulling the nymph’s chains. The other two were a mage and a demi elf, that or it was a full elf with not so pointy ears. They kept asking her for directions every time they stopped. At first, I thought she was using foresight as well, but then I notice her pained expression when her enslavers would rip her feet from the ground or her hands from walls. Knowing how nymphs were both plant and animal it did come to mind, she was rooting herself.

All I knew about plants came from books. All that grew in the underground maze was mould and fungi, and it was everywhere. However, she was doing it, she knew where she was going. But the group did not, for she was leading them right towards me, at a slow pace. Therefore, I decided to join them. I might have been small for my specie I was still enormous to them. Using an invisibility spell was key to observe them in person. She alone knew I was there.

Throwing herself down, she grabbed the ground with a feverish smile. Well, now that I was there, I wondered what she would do.

“Let’s take a break here,” she advised.

Her olivine eyes stared at me although I was sure she couldn’t see me through them.

“What did you do?” interrogated to man wearing enough armour to give me a stomach-ache for weeks.

They began to inspect their surroundings more seriously as fear pumped through their veins. The mage recited a weak incantation. She looked exhausted just from shining her staff brighter. None of them were as tired as the woman they held into slavery. It would seem that becoming vegan had weakened nymphs so much one of them could get dragged around by such buffoons.

“Where did you lead us?!” yelled the half elf, arming his bow.

“She lied,” the mage finally stated the obvious. “She did know about the steep tunnels. She led us too deep.”

They had slid right into her trap, relying on her as if she had not spoken back with hateful words from the moment they had entered the maze. Had they not noticed they were descending even before those tunnels? Even the most inexperienced adventurers before them had noted the incline. The nymph began to laugh as the scent of their fear permeated the room.

“I led you to your deaths,” she snickered. “You knavish assholes.”

The scout pulled her to her feet from her chains.

“Get us out of here!” he commanded, landing her a frenzied punch in the guts.

She gasped for air so painfully it had me rattling my tail. Before, I simply wanted to swallow them whole. Now I needed to tear them limb to limb. I made myself visible to give her time to catch her breath while they backed off. She clung to her stomach with trapped wrists, still staring into my eyes as if reaching for something. Suddenly, the air around her began to smell very alluring. My heart skipped a beat as I crave to taste more of her emanations. I think it came from her hair, which reflected the light of the mage’s staff with a faint emerald glow. The adventurers did not notice this enthralling scent.

“Please don’t eat me,” she pleaded with a steady tone. I would surely miss this scent if I was to kill her.

Maybe I needed to appear less able to eat her whole for her to trust me. I quickly morphed into my interpretation of a nonthreatening human. Keeping my sex as it was, male as doing the opposite tended to make me feel uncomfortable. Surrounded by a black mist, I summoned a dark red tunic from my den. Teacher always reminded me to dress myself when I took on the shape of one of the noble races if I didn’t want to offend them. Since nymphs were to become one of those, I did not want to take any chances. I inhaled through my new nose. I had to come closer to her to reach for her sweet-smelling hair. I slithered to her side, wrapping an arm around her narrow shoulders. Ha! Those fools were trying to escape. Now they flailed at a nonexistent wall, a simple illusion really.

The nymph was gorgeous. From up close her pink lips stood out a lot from her light green face. The adventurer tried to encourage themselves into fighting me. I did not care about that. The creature in my arm held too much of my attention. I could hear her inhale deeper, analyzing me as well. Her skin her darkened under the metal of her shackles. It looked painful. If I was to rip them open, I might hurt her more. I doubt they had been locked with magic by the level of the mage. I was right. There was a keyhole.

“Key…” I murmured. It had been awhile since I had made use of vocal cords.

She pointed at the one who had dropped her chain.

“He has it,” she said with no hesitation, “in his left belt bag.”

Should I take it off his body? But I didn’t want to leave her side yet.

I turned my head to him, and he recoiled under the pressure in my stare.

“Bring the key,” I spoke. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. “Give us the key,” I repeated holding up her wrists.

This scout was old for his profession. Either he was good at it, which I doubted, or it had come as a vocation the spice up his boring life. He got the key out of his bag and dragged his feet to us holding it out from his stretched arm. His hands were trembling as soon as I freed him from his burden he scurried away like a rat. I presented my bounty to the colourful nymph. She took off her shackles without a word inspecting he raw skin. The back of her hand felt soft like the sage used by teacher the colour was similar too. Her palm was just as soft on my cheek. She was so enthralling my body twitched on its own as if she was a female of my species. She appeared to be waiting for something.

“Why shouldn’t I eat you?” I wondered, “you smell delicious.”

I carefully bit her hand still gazing into her eyes. She had a smile with sharp teeth.

“I’m more pleasant to have around alive and kicking,” she asserted, “it would be a waste to eat me.”

I agreed firmly.

“You are right. But you made me hungry,” the adventurers were grouping up, not that teamwork would be of any help. All they needed were stronger illusions to scatter once again. “May I eat them? They have hurt you…ever since you got in this maze. They have been nothing but mean to you.”

“By all means, you may.”

I think she was counting on it.

“We brought her to you,” the half elf interjected in a spur of courage, “please spare us.”

I let out a hiss.

“She brought you to me,” I corrected him.

He became silent again and joined his group in interacting with people only they could see. I turned back to the nymph.

“Will you partake?”

She shook her head.

“I cannot eat meat. I was always told I would get sick if I did.”

So, it was just as my teacher said.

“What do you eat?”

“Whatever I find is fruiting. Sometimes I take nutriment straight from the ground.”

They must not have fed her much for her to mention that.

“Interesting. I usually eat whatever has the bad luck to cross my path. That won’t include you, of course.” I let go of her. “Now, if you will excuse me.”

The adventurers’ flesh was bland, and I had to break their bodies into small pieces to eat them. It was a long venture, but the nymph did not budge an inch. She watched as I devoured her enslavers bit by bit. The whole time she held a grin, flashing those teeth that sent shivers down my spine. I repeated to myself that nymphs no longer ate meat. Everything about her screamed predatory, yet she never joined me in this meager feast. In the end, I had to use a spell to shrink the limbs and eat faster. With arms as big a finger, the torsos were less problematic as well.

“You stayed,” I stated, approaching her.

I brought along one of the bags carried by the older man.

“I wanted to watch.” she had a straight face admitting this.

“How vicious.” I showed my own teeth as I held the bag open. “Something smells sweet, like you in here. Do you want it?”

She dug her hands in without hesitation and pulled out a scarf filled with dried fruits. I recognized the smell from when my teacher gave me some. It gave me a stomach-ache, yet they tasted good. She seemed to like them too. They quickly vanished into her pink inviting mouth.

“Can I have a taste?” I wondered as she swallowed the last mouthful.

“But I ate them all.”

I dropped the bag to cradle her face. She looked even prettier, covered in the blood from my hands.

“Could you open your mouth?”

Her lips parted slowly. They were soft under my thumb. The bottom one was especially squishy. I lowered my head until our mouths met. It was even softer inside and I could faintly taste the fruits. It was sweet and tart with a hint of tang in addition to the remanence if iron from mine. I could feel her lean into me, so I wrapped my fingers around the back of her neck. She let out a plaintive sigh when I had to pull away. It was getting hard to breathe.

“What is your name?” She came back into her senses, her eyes batting. “Mine is Damien, The Devourer.”

“I’m Alice. I do not have a title yet.”

“Say, wonderful Alice, can you see in this darkness? Should I make some light?” Although I didn’t think she needed it.

“There is no need. Eyesight is the least reliable of my senses.” Then there wasn’t much more I could do for her. “But I am cold.”

“There are hot springs lower in the maze. They are only a few hours’ walk from here.” I couldn’t risk an accident by teleporting living beings, and I don’t think she would have been keen on being transported in a serpent’s mouth. “I heard you say you were tired.” I offered her my back. “I can carry you if you want.”

“If you insist,” she hesitated.

“I do.”

As soon as she was settled securely, I walked in big strides, careful not to bounce too much. I could feel her yawn on my nape and her heartbeat slowing down.

“Why are you warm?” she wondered.

“My core stone produces heat,” I answered with my attempt at a soft voice. She was about to fall asleep.

“Those bastards, they forced me to lead them to the weakest monsters, to collect those things.”

“I know I consumed them as well.”

“What did they taste like?”

“Like rocks, they are easy to swallow.”

“I’m talking about the adventurers.”

Her sharp teeth became a bit too close to my throat for comfort. I had to remind myself again that she could not eat meat. Then why would she wonder about its taste?

“Their flesh was less bitter than that of the monsters of the maze. Clothes tend to get in the way. Not that I can’t digest it. Most noble races don’t have much meat on them, and its nutrition is poor. I heard sea creatures taste sweet. The ones with shells.” This maze was such a drag. “Why did you lead them to me? Weren’t you afraid I would eat you as well?”

“The north is cold…” she mumbled as her breath became slow and steady.

Part of me was afraid to wake her after I sat her on the bench facing the tunnel to the hot springs.

“We have arrived.” I shook her shoulders slightly.

Her eyes opened lazily, then widen suddenly. Then she let out that sweet scent again. I realized she was leaking it through her hair when she was afraid. But I wouldn’t want to eat her even if that scent wasn’t there to calm me. She touched her face where my hands had left blood that had dried by now.

“Let’s wash up,” I began to undress.

Leaving my tunic next to her on the bench, I entered the watery tunnel. I rushed in to charge the light rune on the ceiling. This place had such pretty colours only visible with a white light. As I was getting done with the rune, I saw her in the corner of my eye watching the pale mana filaments transfer from my hands to the symbol I had carved in the rock years ago when I found this place. Alice had pretty colours too, especially with those rags off of her body. Not only was her mouth pink, but so were her lower stomach and inner thighs, contrasting with the azure waters. I didn’t expect a nymph to have breasts. She was both mammal and plant, after all. She reached a deeper pit on the other side of the large rock I had smoothed out to nap on.

I kneeled in the water almost to my shoulders and washed up before joining her. She did the same on her side as I jumped into the pit from the rock. It was easier to swim as a snake, but I was far too big to do so anymore. I had had to get used to floating and diving with limbs. I surfaced in front of her and held on to the ledge to admire her face in the light. The strands of her hair were very thick. I almost touched it, but remembered she was still weary of me.

“May I touch your hair?” I made a formal request.

She gave it some thought.

“Yes,” she added a small nod.

It wasn’t soft like her skin, and it wasn’t slippery in the water like mine. It felt like the wax my teacher used to seal bottles in our underground laboratory.

“It’s alive,” I remarked.

“Yes, it is. Those who captured me thought they could get a good price out of it. They looked dumbstruck when it wilted the day after.”

“Did it hurt when they cut it?”

“It was unpleasant. I didn’t let it grow back from fear it would be cut again.” She took one of her strands and twirled it around her fingers. “They are my leaves. I breathe and gain energy from them. When they are exposed to the sun.”

She would need to leave this place.

“There is not much sunlight down here.”

I didn’t want to let her go but she would hate me if I made her stay.

“It’s true. I can use my lungs, but it’s not the same.”

I doubted she could get back to her forest on her own seeing how she was held captive by such low lifes. She wouldn’t be safe here either, even if I was there. I couldn’t replace the sun itself. A thing I had never seen before. Before I knew it, I had run away from her and sat against the wall. She followed and sat next to me, her scent becoming more and more intoxicating. I turned my head with a pout. Seemed she didn’t realize all the effects her pheromones had on her surroundings. I needed her now. I needed to touch her. I needed to be closer.

I lifted her in the water to settle her inside my legs so I could hug her. I stretched my legs alongside hers and wrapped my arms around her waist. It was as if her hair was fuming. All of it entered my being through my lungs and skin. I was a bit lightheaded and drooped my forehead on the shoulder.

“Alice,” I struggle to say, “why are you so afraid of me?”

“You could eat me.”

“I won’t, not like that.” It was getting harder to breathe, to think. My head was a fire. “I can make you lose your fear,” I had a bad idea. I needed to walk away, but my legs couldn’t move. “May I try?”

“Yes, you may.”

I pressed my lips to her nape, then moved to her neck to strike. A single bite with a fraction of venom. I wasn’t sure to call it that. It was not meant to kill. It was something used in mating, so the female is less in a mood to eat male as we are smaller. I had used it on preys when I was much younger and smaller. it made them less weary of me and easier to constrict.

“You said you wouldn’t eat me?” she covered the bite with her hand.

“I won’t,” I assure her.

I couldn’t move anything but my head. I rubbed my cheek on her shivering neck.

“It won’t kill you,” I added, “You’ll be fine sweet Alice. I won’t hurt you.”

“What was it? Damian, what type of venom was it?”

The only thing I could compare it to was,

“That pheromone you put in the air. I think it’s similar to it.”

I softened my grip, and she leaned forward, getting her head away from mine. Finally, I could breathe more easily. Alice’s own breathing slowed only to pick up again, accompanied by shivers. Maybe I had injected too much venom. As she had gotten her hair away from my nose, I was able to lift my arms to attempt to soothe her. I rubbed her shoulders, avoiding the bite I had left. I got distracted by her reactions of gasps and tremors and begun to drag my nails lightly down her back, watching it arch. I felt the urge to taste her again. My lips found themselves on her nape after my right hand lifted her hair, or leaves as she called them. A moan escaped her lips, and she grabbed my wrists, wrapping my arms around her. I licked the sweat from her neck. It was both salty and sweet.

“Your scent is driving me mad,” followed my plaintiff sigh.

I nibbled on her ear, hearing her moan again louder.

“I’m sorry, but it’s about to get worse,” she admitted, turning to face me.

Her gaze made me tremble. Even my eyes were getting teary. Straddling my lap, she locked our mouths together again. Her tongue was teasing mine as if looking for something. It was pleasant until I ran out of air and had to push her off.

“You have to breathe through your nose. I expected a snake to know that.”

“I was hoping you would snap at me.” It meant fear was leaving her mind. “I’ve never done this before.”

“You mean kiss.”

“Is that the mouth thing?”

“You mean this?”

She put her lips to mine before pushing her tongue into my mouth. I liked that kiss thing and with the tip she gave me, we could do it longer. Yet she still separated us after a little while.

“—s too hot,” she informed me, “my head … it’s spinning.”

That was not good. Maybe she was cooking.

“Understood,” I said, lifting her out of the water.

She let herself by cradled in my arms and even clung to me while—while staring at my throat. I sat her on the smooth rock at the centre of the cavern. It was silent aside from our breathing and the water dropping down from stalactites. I blew cold air onto her face and once she had gotten steady, she pulled me in close, playing with my hair. It was pleasant.

“I’m better,” she whispered into my ear before I felt her teeth on them.

It was scary at first, but she was just imitating my previous gestures. I quivered when she moved onto my neck while ensnaring me with her legs. I crossed my arm around her shoulders.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” I wondered while pretended to eat at my tender skin. She drew her head back, staring proudly and the flesh she had sucked and graced with her teeth. She held up strands of her hair. I put my hand on her head, noting how it had gotten bumpy. She let out a sigh.

“Do you mind if we keep kissing too?” her head was leaning on my hands as my fingers intertwined with her thick strands of hair, feeling every bourgeon.

“Of course, I would love it if we did that.”

She used her hands to tease my ears while her mouth teased mine. At one point, she lowered her head and I send kisses from her forehead to the top of her head. I thought I was getting used to her scent, but it was an illusion. As I licked her sweet tasting hair, the bourgeon opened into small white flowers like the dried ones my teacher keeps in his books. I tried to back away, but she was stronger than me somehow. I salivated while tears rolled down my cheeks. All of my body responded even the lower parts. My knees were buckling. Something had gotten hard. She let go and watched me fall to my knees.

“You did well,” her voice echoed.

I gazed at her smile, trying to show one back to her. I could feel drool dripping from my chin. I tried to wipe it but almost slapped myself.

“You’re adorable,” she told me.

She wasn’t scared anymore. Maybe she would let me stay with her if I pleased her enough. Suddenly, she was in the middle of the stone.

“Come join me up here,” she ordered.

I complied best I could crawl on all fours to reach her. She was kneeling. I assumed the same position. She crept closer. Her knee got in between my legs. Touching something very sensitive.

“Do you want me to touch you too?” she inquired after a kiss?

“I think so,” I was surprised I could speak. It felt like I was thinking aloud.

She grabbed my face to lock our eyes.

“We can try, and I will stop if you tell me to.”

I nodded, shivering from her hand slipping lower on my neck than chest. I knew this human body was much more sensitive than my natural form. I felt like myself when I was a snake, but the pleasure I felt under her hands made me wish to keep this mammalian guise around her. I gasped. She landed her mouth on my left nipple, making the other ache for the same treatment. I tried to breathe through my nose. I became loud when her teeth squeezed the nub of flesh her tongue had been playing with. I began to moan uncontrollably as she did the same to the other one.

When she stopped, it was something else that was aching, something I wasn’t used to having outside of my body, let alone have only one of them. She glanced at all the marks she made of my chest. All sorts of darkening spots and teeth indentations.

“Do you like this?” she pondered, clawing at my shoulders.

She did not have blunt nails, yet the pain was pleasurable.

“Yes.”

“May I go lower?”

“Please.”

Her marvellous hands dragged down my stomach, sliding on my hips to reach my thighs.

“I want to mark you all over,” she let slip, digging her nails into my inner thighs.

It was sweet torture as she bit my collarbone, avoiding grazing the place that ached for her touch the most.

“Please touch it,” I begged.

“Touch what?”

“My genitals.”

“You mean your dick?”

“Sure, my dick, please.”

She kissed my jaw lightly.

“Are you sure?” she grinned.

“Yes!” I was growing impatient.

She wrapped her fingers around my dick. She was too gentle. I held her in my arms.

“Tighter, please…Tight.”

My head fell to her shoulder as her hand turned into a vice. I couldn’t help but whine and huff.

“You’re so cute,” she told me while stroking me. “You like me playing with your cock?”

“Yes,” she pulled a grunt out of me, rubbing her thumb on the tip.

Something was coming out the end. She rubbed it down and spat in her hand to slip better on my overly sensitive skin. It grew so sensitive I had to make her stop or my seed would spill out all over her.

“Alice, stop.”

She let go, and I regretted it instantly.

“What’s wrong?”

“What about you?”

She giggled, pushing me down. She crawled over me, biting my lip.

“You want us to fuck?”

“Will you feel good?”

“I’m planning on it.”

She straddled me, rocking her hips, rubbing her sex onto mine. It was more slippery than her hand ever was. It was warm too.

“Do you know where your cock goes?” she asked.

“I think so.”

“I’ll help.”

She guided my cock with one hand while I spread her open. She was pink there too. And it smelled sickly sweet. She swallowed my whole making sit up to hold her. She was pulsing around this appendage, that was becoming eager to move. She sighed and raised her hips only to smack them down, stealing a gasp from my quivering throat. The second time she did it I thrusted with her. She grabbed hold of my black hair, pulling on it front the base. We kept going until her movement became more violent and she got loud yelling at a point than she only moaned faintly. This is when she began to bite me, harder and harder until my skin broke. I hissed in pain when she ripped a chunk out of my shoulder.

Suddenly I had a spur of energy, enough to push her face down against the stone. She tried to bite my arm, but her mouth was met with tough black scales. Holding her head down, I spread kisses on the side of her face, hoping she would calm down.

“I must be very tasty,” I commented.

She started crying and stopped biting. I let go of her head and she let go of my arm, pulling a string of spit from her mouth to the limb she attempted to eat.

“I’m sorry,” she began while I was still sitting on her. She didn’t attempt to lift her chest from the rock. “There is something wrong with me.”

“Don’t worry,” I assured her, “for my specie, mating often ends with death when you’re male.”

“But I hurt you.”

“I’m still hard,” I realized out loud.

Seems like getting eaten alive had awoken even more of my primal instinct to mate.

“You don’t have teeth down there, do you?”

“No.”

“Do you want to keep going?”

She pushed herself up with her hand and I kneeled up off her hips.

“Isn’t it dangerous? What if I try to eat you again?”

“If we do it from behind and.” I lifted my scaled hand. “I block your mouth.”

“What if you hold my arms instead?”

“Then you might bite your lips off.”

“Alright, if we do this, will you forgive me?”

“Already have.”

I guided her hips towards me, penetrating her with my full length. I held up by her throat, keeping her back to my chest. I had more control in that position, but her hair was in my face again. As is punishing myself for being reckless, I kiss her nape, shoving my nose tight underneath all the while thrusting with all the energy I had left. It was intoxicating but also titillating to a high degree. She grabbed my hand from her neck and shoved my finger in her mouth, starting to bite. I played with her tongue and her muffled moans only fuelled my desire further.

“I want to be with you forever, Alice.” I took a few harsh breaths, holding on to her waist. She bit my other hand harder. “Please let me stay by your side. I’ll do everything you ask of me. Everything.”

She screamed and was clamping down on my cock.

“I will destroy all of you tell me to destroy. Kill whoever you wish me to kill.”

For a second, I thought she would bite through my fingers. She didn’t her teeth loosen around them, and her body went a bit limp. I freed her mouth. Her eyes were closed. Had she fainted? I pulled out and laid her on the rock.

“Alice? Are you alright?”

She smiled, nodding.

“I had never come that hard.” She rubbed her eyes open, first looking at my face, then at my penis, then my face again.

“We are not done, are we?”

I crawled over her. She wrapped her legs around me.

“How long can you do this?”

“I don’t know.”

“Let’s figure it out.”

She guided my cock to her breeding hole.

“How is yours called?” I pushed in she gasped.

“What do you mean?”

“What I just put my dick into?”

“My pussy? Who taught you how to speak?”

“A magician. Then it was the books he brought me.”

“I would love to know more about this. After we are done fucking.”

“Sure.”

By the time I reach ecstasy, she had reached it two more times over and fell asleep after we washed up again. I had to hold her in the water and at one point, she began snoring. I carried her out and wrapped her in my tunic. Then I carried her to my den. I didn’t have a bed peer say, but made one with one of my freshest sheds. I lay down the furs teacher gifted me on the sheds, then wrapped her in it. Feeling sleepy myself, I took back the guise of a serpent and wrapped myself around the nest I hid her in. For the first time, I finally had someone to protect. It felt nice.