Other than surprisingly refreshing air breezing out from the cave, one of the first things that their guest will notice is their fluid dripping all around the nest as soon as they sensed their ‘meal’. It can easily be seen as a type of digestive acid. But they are more akin to their respective genital fluid from arousal. And if their guest happened to have a domination fetish that involves being 'eaten’ by a monstrous figure and walked in there fully prepared to play with that idea, their 'wet’ anticipation can be a rather complimenting invitation. From that point, all they need to begin their feast is their meal giving a 'yes’. And when they have the approval, they seal down the entrance so their guest may have a bit of privacy.
When Drosera mimesis wants to have fun, they can change their shapes and behaviors by mimicking their visitor. They don’t necessarily turn into the visitor. What they morph into is something that’s compatible with their visitor to yield the maximum effect. And not just to stimulate a genital most adequately, but also to amuse their guest’s sensual fantasies. It isn’t clear if they can read the mind or just body languages of the ones in their interests. But eventually, their charm can appease even the naughtiest fetish to be played by their mercy. And if a girl is caught coaxing the tentacle pit to play a role of carnivorous beings hungry for the bodily fluid of their helpless prey, she will soon find herself entangled by the vine of tentacles eager to arouse her erogenous zones.
Feeling enormous mutilated flowers with carnivorous tongues licking its way around one’s body can feel rather disturbing if it wasn’t arousing. But any attempt to escape their overwhelming grasp without actually wanting it to stop only stimulates the plants to bind on their prey further. And on top of these flesh-eating plants being designed to be inescapable while they feast on their meal, their ability to mimic the mind of their guest will always allow them to match the needs of whoever is trapped in their mouths. If they found out their latest guest has a fantasy for riding an enormous tongue while having orgasms and being trapped in monstrous mouths, they will gladly give her the taste of her own creativity.
After having lengthy foreplays, all these elements don’t take long to give their guest a climax if they intend to. And after a number of vigorous orgasms, one can easily get tired and want to leave or just rest with them. But occasionally, there are times when they can sense their guest wanting to play a bit longer. That introduces them to turn their fluid into a type of healing saliva which can keep their guest from being fatigued seemingly endlessly without any side effect other than losing the sense of time. Then they take their moaning guest further down into deeper part of their nest, sealing the space in the cave completely since the guest doesn’t need it anymore, and keep their spasming meal cozy while one is enjoying the ways how they play with their roles.
It is a bit of a trip to get to their nest from my camp. But I want to record what happens next time I visit them. (It’s for research purposes) And maybe I can bring some horror movies and games to see how they respond to those. Seeing them also being a decent source of edible fruits and shelter, and the area they were in had a nice beach nearby, it could be fun a few days having a time relaxing with them.
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This painting took 5 hours, and I use to think that was the hard part.
This short-story writing took 3 weeks after several drafts and a lot of editing. I don’t even know how people write a whole book of these.
It’s a fun progress though, which makes me keeps coming back for more (rather like how our main protagonist is doing with her universe).
I hope you enjoyed. :)
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