Chapter 2-Risty

The hot, humid air of the jungle felt sticky and uncomfortable against Risty's skin. The extremely warm climate made it extremely difficult for her to make this unnecessary trek through the dense foliage, further annoying her at how fate seemed to give her the finger at every turn. She hated being in jungles, they were hot, just walking through the underbrush was a chore itself, and there were monkeys watching her every move. And Risty hated monkeys.

Risty wasn't in this jungle on her own free will. She had been spending the night at a town inn when a youma horde attacked out of nowhere. They completely overran the town and Risty did the only thing she could-run. It was a fight or flight response and for the first time she had chosen flight. There was no way she could win against a youma, especially a Troll of all things-those monsters were powerful and were known to fuck for hours until they were satisfied. Risty did not want to spend the rest of her life as some Troll's cum slut, that she was certain of. It was an act of desperation, running into the jungle, as she knew that the Trolls would not find her there even if they had her scent. It was the perfect way to get away.

Risty, known far and wide as the Benevolent Bandit, was am amazon of a woman; 7 feet tall with bronze skin, a toned body that was just muscular enough to allow her to snap a man in half while still looking womanly in the process, long spikey red hair that reached her butt, and large brown eyes. She wore a skimpy outfit that consisted of an ornate jacket that barely covered her large, firm chest, a black thong and sandals. He body, which was barely covered by her outfit, was just as beautiful as you could expect from a warrior, as curvaceous as the Wandering Warrior who had fallen from grace, but as physically appealing as Claudette the Thunderclap General herself.

Now she was regretting ever coming here. She knew it would get dark soon, and she wasn't looking forward to spending the night in this flaming hellhole. Not to mention the monkeys-Risty hated monkeys, and she knew there were some watching her right now as she trudged through the jungle. She would've bashed their skulls in with her mace if she wasn't on the verge of dropping any second now. Fucking primates.

"I just want to get out of this fucking place!" Risty shouted to the heavens, hoping that a miracle would come and save her. "Is that too much to fucking ask for?!"

Surprisingly, her prayers were answered in the strangest way possible. A sweet aroma filled the air, and Risty's acute sense of smell caught it immediately. She hummed at the wonderful scent, and mindlessly began to follow the heavenly smell, her earlier frustrations fading away within seconds. It was hard to put her finger on. For Risty, it smelled like fresh oranges, cherry blossoms and pine leaves. The smell alone was enough to make her body heat up and cloud her mind, filling her nether regions with what she would equate to arousal had she been aware of her situation.

Risty's aimless trail led her out of the jungle and into the outskirts of an abandoned city. There were hundreds of small buildings, each made from thick stone that was worn from the constant humidity and heavy rains. The smell had died down at this point, allowing Risty to regain her senses and ponder where she was now. This place was probably one of the old cities that belonged to the extinct empire that called these jungles home, though she was only guessing at this point.

"Wonder if this dump has any food?" Risty wondered aloud.

Before she could go off exploring, the smell filled the air again and once again, her mind was caught in its enticing trail. Risty followed the scent trail into the city, walking into the maze of buildings that had her turning more than a few dozen corners. She didn't stop at all, not caring at all where she was going or about her own self-preservation should she come across some fearsome beast that called this place home. All she cared about was finding out where that wonderful smell came from. The trial led her all the way to the center of the city, where the town plaza was. There she found the source of the scent, and it was nothing like she was expecting.

In the middle of the plaza was a large flower. It was unlike anything Risty had ever seen in her years roaming the land as a bandit. The flower was massive, probably taller than Risty herself, with multicolored petals that looked like palm leaves, and three thick stems inside. As she walked towards it for a closer look, Risty saw that there was a writhing mass of vines that were moving along the base of the stem. Little did she know, that the closer she got to the flower, the stronger the mind numbing smell it released. As such, its effects on her mind spread from her head to her toes, filling her body with an indescribable but pleasant heat that made her blush.

Breathing heavily, Risty leaned forward to look at the sweet smelling pollen that coated its petals, then one of the vines shot up in front of her face and sprayed a thick blue vapor at her. It all happened so fast that Risty had no time to react, and inhaled the mist in her surprise. She fell back onto her butt, coughing a bit from the vapor, trying to clear her airways. Then that faint heat she felt earlier came back in full force and it felt like she was on fire. Her loins burned with an indescribable heat that made her rub her thighs together for relief, but it only made it worse. Her face grew flushed and her breathing labored. Her pussy moistened and she began to sweat profusely. Within minutes, the headstrong Benevolent Bandit was nothing but a writhing ball of arousal on the ground, huffing and panting as the slightest touch nearly sent her over the edge.

That was when the flower-which was in fact a rarely seen youma-made its move. It was a species of youma known as an Alraune. Born as a large plant, this youma often looked like a large, abnormally beautiful unassuming flower with sweet smelling pollen that was designed to attract females, clouding their thoughts with its heavenly scent and placed them in a light trance, drawing them directly to their location. The blue vapor was another natural mechanism that increased the female's arousal to the point of incapacitation, making it so that she couldn't move without suffering from a growing orgasm. This made her vulnerable to the Alraune, who was about to perform the mating process. Because they mostly lived in forests and jungles, Alraune were generally one of the lesser known youma species due to the few sightings of them, and because they are unable to move from their positions. How do they reproduce, you ask? You're about to find out.

Two more vines extended from the stem towards Risty, who had stripped off her top and was tugging at her painfully erect nipples and lying on her back in blissful agony. She barely noticed the vines until they coiled around her thighs and forced them apart. The cold wet touch of the thick vines made her shiver, in disgust or fear she did not know. Risty tried to resist with what little willpower she had left, although that did her no good as her struggles were weak and half hearted. And moving only made the heat worse, so she had no choice but to lie there on the stone ground and take whatever pounding it was going to give her.

It wasn't long before the Alraune released another vine, this one radically different from the others. Whereas the other vines looked like actual plat foliage, this one looked more like a fleshy tentacle with a bulbous cockhead that dripped thick globs of green slime from its slit. Risty scrunched up her face as the tentacle ran over her firm toned belly, trailing slime in its wake. It felt cool along her skin, and she wiggled her hips in unwitting anticipation. The tip of the tentacle ground into her pink folds, wriggling like a deformed worm trying to burrow into the soil. Risty bit her lip and craned her neck to watch the appendage continue its odd assault on her, spreading her folds open with its ministrations.

The tentacle pushed her pussy lips apart, the tip and the rest of it, at least the next two inches of its thick girth, spread apart her throbbing wet sex further. Risty could only lean back as she felt the intruding member desperately squirming from side to side to even an inch deeper inside of her fertile, hot embracing folds. She finally felt the cock penetrate her as it slowly and ominously buried itself deeper and deeper into her tight, vulnerable and dripping wet sex.

The slimy member stretched her tight cunt, making her whine in both arousal and discomfort as she could only lay back and feel every sensation of her tender inner inner folds, her teeth gritting in a futile effort to weather through the harsh pleasure that's driving her body and mind mad. With a groan she felt the Alraune's cock pumping in and out as it literally reshaped her pussy. The it finally buried against her cervix, making her squeal and then blush in shame as her thighs shook uncontrollably.

Realizing that she could do nothing (she didn't want to do anything), Risty fell back tenderly, slipping from her elbows as she looked straight up at the orange, cloudless sky and the fading light of the setting sun. The thrusts that filled her lightly rocked her body back and forth, the world seemingly pumping with her as she lost herself to the delirious feelings she was experiencing. She began to blush as all the rocking and thrust was making her feel a deep-knotted orgasm slowly build up inside her. She bit her lower lip hard, her squirming only increasing the feeling of the abnormal cock within her, throbbing wildly as if it was a heartbeat against her battered and surrendering cervix. Her fingers dug into the ground as she began to moan softly. This thing was reaching deeper than any other man she had slept with in the past.

Suddenly her mouth fell open in a breathless gasp and her eyes fell shut as she felt her orgasm bloom within her heated folds, finally conquering her writhing body. Her pussy gushed lightly around the tentacle stuffed inside her contracting folds, forming a puddle of juices under her fine ass. Her strong thighs twitched from the feeling, though the vines still held fast, a feat that would normally be impossible due to her phenomenal strength. All the while the tentacle never stopped its quick and powerful thrusts, a visible bulge easily seen below the skin over her lower abdomen.

Then to her surprise, the thick green tentacle began quickening its pace into more intense and primal thrusts. She felt it begin to swell and she knew that it was also nearing its orgasm, remaining pressed up against her numbed and oddly widened cervix, her mind unaware of the effects the slime had on her body. Then the thrusts abruptly stopped and Risty almost let out a needy whine, which she just barely held in. She got up on her elbows to see what was going on, as she felt no cum shooting from the cock.

The hot and engorged member continued to swell up insider her already stuffed pussy, increasing her level of pleasure, but she forced herself to stay upright. This things wasn't cumming, it was preparing to do something else. But what? She soon got her answer.

Small bulges traveled down the throbbing green length, the ribbed inner muscles of the smooth tentacle pumping and expanding within her. She watched as the first bulge pressed against her inner vaginal lips before being inserted inside of her, a grotesque filling sensation knotting up inside her womb making her whimper in disgust and some arousal.

Eggs.

The terrible and bizarre thought hadn't even occurred to her, as she was entranced by the sight of her body unwillingly take the load of soft, squishy oval shaped eggs being deposited into her body. Risty could see the visible change in her toned belly as it slowly swelled with each egg pumped into her. Every egg deposited into her was accompanied by a very audible sound, like a low, deep and dry swallowing noise only a tad muffled by her fertile womb.

It would be another minute before the eggs stopped pumping and Risty was finally given some sort of reprieve from the torture. Her stomach had a slight bulge to it, but it was small and barely noticeable. Thinking it was over, Risty inhaled to take a deep breath, but then it was suddenly knocked from her as the tentacle gave a hard thrust and fired a heavy load of gooey cum insider her. She fell onto her back and cried out as she came once more from the sudden cum filling, the thick, hot load shooting into her stuffed womb and washing over the small eggs inside her.

Having fertilized the eggs, the Alraune withdrew its long cock, the tentacle making soft, squishy noises as it pulled out of the cum filled hole it spent an hour pounding into. Once it was out, Risty's pussy oozed out warm cum and formed a pearly-white viscous puddle below her. The tentacle slowly returned back to its place at the base of the Alraune's stem, as did the vines holding the woman's thighs. Once it was done, it went back to looking like a normal flower, showing no evidence of having fucked a young woman senseless.

The pregnant Risty remained on the ground, exhausted and unable to move. She would wake up as a mother to a new generation of Alraune youma, laying the eggs she was gifted whenever she was near a forest or jungle, which coincidentally harbored a town of some sort. These seeds would sprout into baby Alraune that will grow into their adult forms and soon attract unsuspecting bitches of their own to rape and impregnate, starting the cycle anew.

As for Risty herself, like other victims before her, she will bare the scent of a woman touched by a youma and will forever be hunted and fucked for the rest of her days, and sometimes bred like the Alraune did to her. Because ironically, the source of the youma's incredible power, is also their only means of reproducing. In the end, sex is all that matters.