Zetsu was tensed in anticipation as he neared the greenhouse door. He had been waiting for this all week. He wanted it. Needed it.
As he pushed open the door, he looked around. Who was going to entertain him tonight? The greenhouse was dimly lit, the small lights on the ceiling being the only defense from the encroaching darkness of the night outside. Light glinted off of the smooth leaves and petals of his children. He slowly walked into the greenhouse, careful not to startle any of his beauties. He wanted that night's pleasures to be off to a good start.
The orchids were rather feisty that night. He could sense their impatience, and was tempted to seek them for his… activities. His Venus fly trap was also a possibility. It was always frustrated, such was usual for a plant with such a short life span. That frustration made for some interesting times, but Zetsu wasn't feeling the jaw-like plant that night.
His eyes strayed across the room and caught the visage of a goddess. Green with a light pink dusting across its body, the pitcher plant sat at the back of the greenhouse. If this plant was a human, it would be saucily winking at Zetsu, inviting him to come closer. Zetsu all but glided across the greenhouse floor in an effort to quickly but stealthily get to the plant. As he neared closer, he could smell a cloying sweet smell coming from inside the plant. He slowly grinned. Perfect. The plant was perfectly relaxed as he slid his hand along its body, cupping it gently.
Zetsu could feel his erection pushing against the fabric of his pants. He unzipped the fly and let it spring free, hot in the cool night's air. The pitcher plant shuddered with anticipation when it sensed his aching need. He slowly pushed inside the plant, the sweet liquids inside making a sticky but effective lubricant. He could feel the plant's pleasure, his long shaft where only insects had trodden before.
Zetsu slowly began to slide in and out of the plant. If the plant could make vocalizations at that moment it would be loudly moaning, too caught up in pleasure to make an attempt to be quiet. Zetsu wanted to go faster, but he knew that would rip the plants delicate body, and the pleasure of his partner would soon give into to pain.
This was perfection to Zetsu. The plant shuddered, close to its climax. Zetsu felt his coming on as well. He felt his loins tighten and he came, loudly moaning as the pangs of pleasure coursed through him. The plant had reached its as well, although there were no visible signs. He slowly pulled out, again careful not to rip the plant.
"It was wonderful," Zetsu whispered to the pitcher plant, cupping it and planting a small kiss on its body. He then zipped up his pants and slowly exited the greenhouse, the world none the wiser to the passion that had just occurred.