The Renovated Gardens

Val yelped and tried to pull himself free impotently, trying to suppress his urge to laugh at the delightful exhilaration the chase produced in him.

Now that Val was on his hands and knees, Da-an took advantage of his exposed state to tickle his bare belly with a vine.

Val's laughter gave way and he twisted about to avoid the vine. In his thrashing, he shook the flower in his hair loose, and his hair mussed over his brow and eyes.

A vine wrapped around his thigh and took him down, anchoring him to the earth. Now two of his limbs were caught, hopelessly entangled by thin, green tendrils.

Val pulled with all his strength, but could not pull free without hurting himself.
"How are you so strong?" he laughed, pushing the vine down, away from his upper thigh.

Da-an secured his remaining arm and leg, leaving Val spread eagled and vulnerable.

Val gasped and continued pulling this way and that, trying to twist out of the vines' grasp, but only succeeding in tangling himself further.
"Is this more how you like it?" he asked breathlessly.

As Da-an had absorbed into the earth, there was no response from them, only the gentle teasing of the inside of his thighs by tiny, soft tendrils. It was safe to assume by the enthusiasm in which Val was explored that Da-an did indeed enjoy it better.

Val whimpered and restlessly kicked at the earth, feeling Da-an's limbs creep closer to his most sensitive areas. He bit his lip and locked his muscles tight.

His locked muscles only prompted Da-an to part Val's legs further, rendering him stretched and helpless while their limbs crept into the cleft of Val's buttocks. He could feel them nearing his delicate aperture, but not penetrating him, only caressing his hole. Tiny vines burst from the soil and brushed over his chest, seeking out his sensitive nipples.

Val gasped, his muscles holding tight against Da-an's intrusion, but it was difficult with the vine's teasing of his skin. He head butted the mossy earth as he tried to dart away from the tendril's grasp.

Da-an's tendrils began to secrete a slick, cool, green sap, smelling faintly similar to aloe. Long vines began to wrap around his scrotum and cock separately, alternating strange sensations of tugging and constricting.

Val cried out without restraint, his head reeling. His struggling quieted somewhat as his most vulnerable parts were toyed with.

Da-an let Val dangle, teasing for what seemed like forever to the restrained Bajoran. They finally painstakingly sent a dozen tiny vines into his body, each individual tendril spreading his tight hole.

Val gasped at the intrusion, resisting it even against his instinct as the blood rushed to his groin.
"Oh my god..." he panted, clutching handfuls of earth.

They finally darted deep inside of Val, fluttering up against his prostrate.

Val screamed at the intrusion, doubling his efforts to squirm away, but finding them completely futile. He blushed deeply, the thought of someone innocently entering the pleasure gardens and seeing him like his springing to mind.

Val was completely overtaken and embraced by thousands of tiny vines. Da-an squirmed deeper into his body.

It occurred to Val that there was no distinguishing genuine struggling from his own, and that in itself excited him too.  His eyes rolled back as he suddenly came close, his young muscles tightening like a vice around Da-an's vines.

The increased friction made the invading being shudder, and with a twist, Val's insides were suddenly inundated with bright yellow pollen.

Val panted, shuddering through the ebbs of his own climax, then made an uncomfortable groan as he felt a faint burning from the pollen. He wondered whether this was better or worse than having it in his eyes and up his nose.. it was certainly going to be more of a bother to clean.

Da-an released Val from their grip, and seemed to quietly reassemble, twisting into a humanoid shape. "Are you alright?" they asked, with a hint of genuine concern in their tone. "I didn't mean for that to happen."

Val knelt on the soft garden floor, his face and lips flushed with the arousal of the past several minutes.
"It was lovely," he assured Da-an, "But.. it does burn a bit," he noticed a growing itching sensation too. "I think I should get back to my quarters and um.. freshen up."

Da-an pressed a tentacle to their head structure in embarrassment, as if mashing a palm to their forehead. "I should pay you," they said.

Val pulled on his abandoned pants and took one of Da-an's tendrils in his hand, squeezing it gently.
"Don't worry, I know you're good for it. And I'll see you again very soon, won't I?"
He didn't bother looking for his robe, because he really did need to start the uncomfortable walk back to his quarters before it got worse. He made his way stiffly toward the doors.