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Neira meets some perv plants that enjoy play with her...and that love her milk haha

Commission inspired on this hot story wrote by Ironhide:

   The first rays of sunshine broke through the dense canopy of the forest, in which a small hut stood peacefully. It was surrounded by countless tall trees with thick trunks and a sea of beautiful flowers. Slowly the head of Awa Greenhoof pushed through the door into the open. Drunk asleep and quietly smiling, she walked out a few steps. A long and deep breath to suck in the fresh and clear air, before an enjoyable stretch followed by hearty yawning. As soon as the morning ritual was finished, more movement returned to the Tauren. The lady went comfortably along her plants. She greeted every little flower, poured water and fertilized where necessary. Peacefully humming, the lady worked herself on that wonderful day. Awa had already gone deep into the forest when she suddenly became stiff. Something was in the air, something that promised mischief, she wouldn’t care.The Sprinkling can fall rattling to the ground as the Tauren ran off. She looked everywhere. Nothing was to be seen, she visited each place twice, except for the glade, where her greatest treasure rested. With long steps she hurried through the woods. At the edge of the clearing, the lady puffed deeply. It was time to get together before she faced anyone or anything. Some deep breaths behind the old solid oak were enough to find the courage to peek briefly at the forest path.

   The glade itself was a sea of flowers that is second to none. At the opposite end was a small idyllic pond, which lay quietly there, on its shore rested a large rock, presumably as a seat. In the middle of the clearing grew a slightly larger herb, with sky-blue petals. A Gardner should know that this is an exotic herb with amazing abilities. Only one thing disturbed this peaceful place, a greedy purple hand was picking the herb. However, not without tendrils coiling around the wrist, as well as the corresponding body. The arm belonged to an exceptionally beautiful Draenei. “Look, what do we have here? A thieving goat with huge Titts.“ Greenhoof spoke calmly as she stood in front of the uninvited visitor. While the Tauren were getting into position, more and more vines were snaking around the intruder, who tried in vain to wriggle out of the iron grip. With a jolt, the herbal guards raised their victim a little. The druid quietly examined the helpless Draenei hanging in the air, as more tendrils made it to her. It was difficult for Awa to control herself to touch with the three fingered paw for the purple smooth skin, to glide gently up to the head and to feel the darker horns in disbelief. It seemed as if a spell had been placed on the druid. She could only with difficulty resist as soon as she looked at the bright green shimmering eyes. “Are you a draenei, an elf or even a demon? Maybe everything together or something completely different?“ talked Awa. Even before Neira was able to answer, a thick liana slid between her lips under her perky nose. The mistress of the clearing leisurely circled the intruder. The one-eyed also remained on the pointed ears for a short time then the silk shiny green hair attracted the gaze of the Druid. “Such a beautiful thing and yet so brazen. That’s screaming for a punishment. I could just leave you here to my friends until you’re withered, or rather chop off a hand in a classic way?“; Greenhoof came to a halt again in front of Neira. The Tauren herself wore an eyepatch above the right eye. The patch was made of brown thick leather. On her body she had a robe that many of her guilds wear. It was difficult, if not impossible, to recognize the stature of the Druid. “But that would be too bad about such a lovely thing with such a magnificent butt and so inviting boobs. I really can’t do this to the world. I’m still letting my friends have fun with you for now. Then I’ll see.“ As a result, the woman with the brown fur walked a few steps on her hooves backwards.

  As soon as the Tauren had gone far enough, countless other tendrils, roots and lianas rushed onto the Draenei. The beautiful Neira got her arms roughly dragged to the left and far to the right. Also on the ankles was pulled, that the hoofed long legs would spread wide. As soon as the victim had finally taken the desired position of a star, the grip of the flora strengthened even further to fix the body. Meanwhile, the sun had wandered so far that the rays through the foliage made it seem as if the priestess had just been brought into the limelight. 

  But the thief was not only aligned like a trophy, no, the plants tugged at the little cloth that Neira wore on her body. It didn’t take long for them to wear out on some spots and other tears. In this state, it was no longer a problem that a tendril could slide under the panties. Gently slipped with its light, moist layer of moss, rubbing her pinky violet cunt, while the liana between her upper lips began to twist. As soon as it came up against her tongue, it danced even more cheerfully and happily releasing a slight honey-sweet taste in her mouth. However, this did not seem to be enough. More vines came chased up. They greedily wrapped themselves around the soft, huge and perfect-looking breasts. As already on the limbs, the creeping plants pulled more and more firmly, at the latest now a dull moaning sounded. The priestess still eagerly tried to get out of their grip before she opened her eyes wide and shot milk from her nipples. Through the white fountains two flowers were nourished, which settled on the spring like crowns. With rhythmic ups and downs, these plants pumped and sucked out the nutritious juice. Thanks to all this distraction, Neira did not notice how the root between her legs split her lower lips to push deep into the narrow hole. Again and again, unlike Madame Greenhoof who answered the whole thing with a lick of her lips.

  The Flora knew no mercy. The thrusts, the pumping and the sucking became even stronger and more relentless. There was no tenderness to expect, nature itself was a hard world in which only the strong survive. Neira herself, on the other hand, moaned more and more lustfully and louder despite her full mouth. Every now and then she reared up for a brief time, but the lianas don’t care. Like a machine, they continued unwaveringly. It was like they were just trying to hammer respect into their victim. It was hard to say how much time passed before Awa herself had seen enough and approached again. Just as it came to an end, the root in her mouth and cunt discharged its green, thin, but viscous nectar in a decent stream. The strands slowly receded. Only the sucking blossoms refused, but after a short threat to cut them down, the even greedier things left the priestess, who was raised up a little. “If you think: WE are already done, you’re wrong. THAT was just for warming up.“ The druid took something out of her pocket. The paw was slowly opened and with a gentle blow, a dust flew into the face of the Draenei. It took a while before the body, shining with sweat, relaxed and slid to the ground. The Tauren turned the prisoner on her back with her left hoof and watched how the chest moved up and down during her breaths. But not for long, Neira was thrown over her shoulder like a sack and the two disappeared into the forest.

  Except for the nectar, which was slowly released in small drops from Neira’s face and thighs, no traces were left.

  As the priestess opened her eyes again, she could see that she was lying on a comfortable bed in a simple room. The furnishings were neither particularly noble nor shabby. Away from the equipment, there were some houseplants on a desk. The selection ranged from beautiful roses and lilies to the most exotic medicinal herbs, which gave the room a neat scent. The room itself was illuminated by shining mushrooms. The light was pleasantly dim and yet more than bright enough to recognize the grain of the wooden furniture. However, when Neira tried to get up, she quickly realized how sluggish her body was. To her misfortune, the only conditionally obedient body was not her greatest concern. Something soft and warm was felt on her belly. As soon as she gazed at it, the one-eyed Awa grinned promisingly towards her. “Oh look. Our thief finally woke up. Faster than expected. I thought I could get my answers without interference. On the other hand. . . It’s SO much more fun, with a non sleeping “guest“.

  After some blinking the veil clears before the eyes of the Draenei to look at her guard. Awa was barely recognizable, her appearance and attitude changed.Their was no sign of the disciplined woman. Her eyes had a now a spark, that promised lust.A lot of of lust and passion. The robe from outside, that disguised every kind of femininity, had disappeared. Now she wore dark panties while a top made of thick leather straps tried to tame her impressive breasts. The belts ran together on a large metal ring, which rested slightly above the belly. It was more than likely that there was another ring on the druid’s slender back. Nothing more was to notice on the furred body. Greenhoof’s body was otherwise slim and had no conspicuously trained muscles. Long roe deer legs ended in a small but crisp round and tight butt. Before it went over a not so slim waist up to the busty chest. The hills of Awa were a feast for the eyes, but they could never keep up with those of the priestess. As the Tauren sat steady with the mischievous grin and the excited back and forth swiping tail on her victim. Neira was just getting ready to say something, but Awa just put the slender index finger of her right hand on her lips. “NO! I didn’t allow you to speak. So shut up! You seem interesting enough not to turn into fertilizer. That’s why YOU shouldn’t talk OR I change my mind, do we understand each other sweetness?“; Awa licked her lips again before she replenished. “Don’t worry, I’m not as mean as the plants of this forest. It’s very lonely out here. I can’t afford to chase away promising people.“ The Draenei nodded hesitantly and swallowed once.

  Then Awa rose up and sat down beside Neira. The left paw deliberately pushed itself under the fabric which hid the entrance to the pleasure place of the priestess. Cautiously, the three fingers explored the closer surroundings of these lips. The purple Beauty reacted with smooth minor winds. She pressed herself a little against the hand, that had scouted the slightly damp area well enough and withdrew just as gently as they came. “That’s interesting. Apparently, the aphrotisic, which has been pumped into you, works only conditionally.“ Then the Tauren once licked off the wet fingers, ejoying the taste. “You even got a double charge. Truly impressive. Anyone else would go crazy with pleasure. But what really interests me...“. 

  Awa did not finish, but a quick jolt followed to free the breasts of the still dazed priestess. They slowly moved up and down until they were grabbed by the Tauren. It was a firm grip, but it was different from the tenderles. It was somehow nice and comfortable. Gently the druid began to work on the mountains. Each movement was accompanied by a firm pressure of the index fingers, which always wandered towards nipples. It was not long before the first pleasant moans escaped from the throat of Neira. But that spurred Awa even more on during the massage. “Come on, give me a sip. I can see how you like being milked. You’re such a little dirty goat. So behave like one and give me your pure milk.“ At these words, the Draenei could no longer control herself and again the nutritious drink shot out in large amounts. The white delicious nectar landed on the round huge purple breasts. “What a great job, little girl.“ Greenhoof stroked gently over Neira’s green hair. In the meantime Awa bowed down to have a taste of some of the milk with her rough tongue. “Wow, what a wonderful taste!. I see now, that’s why the tendrils didn’t listen right away. That’s enough for me to know. How about a little fun?“.

  Without waiting for the answer, she put her tongue back on Neira’s breasts to further clean them up. This time, however, she did not swallow the white liquid. The mouth full, with this still warm juice gave Awa addition feeling of lust. The snout gently wandered up. With a smudge smile the Tauren pressed her lips on that of the priestess and let the milk simply flow. The ears twitch briefly when they heard how the milk was drank. But that was not enough. Instead of loosening and eliminating the rest of the mess, there was a kiss full of dedication and passion from Awa. She also let the right paw wander to one of the breasts and started stroking it again with her only three fingers. The Tauren quickly crawled over the Draenei, which slowly regained more control in her arms. They reached towards Awa. Presumably she wanted to get into the fur, for a push. Unfortunately she only shove one of the straps aside and let the tit bounce out. When Greenhoof noticed this, she released the kiss and sat back on the belly under her. “You’re right. It’s not fair.“ As a result, she slipped out of her top and her thick breasts could swing freely. A little later the panties also flew away, so that the druid only sat in fur on the priestess. Awa looked again at the juicy tits and lay down on Neira. Boobs landed on boobs and were pressed together. The naked purple skin was gently caressed by the warm and soft fur. While Awa boobs are pretty big, even for a tauren, them are still no near the size of Neira. “You have such big jugs. I’m almost jealous of them.“ Then the paws reached for runaways with the intention to squishes the breasts back in the right place. “Now a nice cock pushing between our pillows that would be great, woudn’t it?“ It came joyfully from the Tauren as she moved back and forth. Shortly thereafter, the first lustful sighs came from the dominant woman.

  While especially Awa enjoyed herself. Her Tail stroked unconsciously repeatedly gently along the inside of Neira’s unclothed thighs. Whether of it or simply because the sleeping powder was slowing down more and more, it also thawed up more and more. The Draenei reached into the mane of the Tauren. The priest led the head of the druid back to her side to demand a kiss. It was a short kiss before Awa rose. Both women grabbed each other’s breasts, while Neira concentrated on the tits as such to knead them, and touch the coat, Awa now focused more on the darker tips. She pulled, turned and gently bit into it, which did not take long until the white delicacy flowed unhindered again. It got slipperier each moment that past. The Tauren slowly moved her bared lower stomach over the face of the Draenei. The left was detached from the chest of the priestess. She wandered between her own thighs, where the fur was lighter and already close to the skin. Two of her fingers slid squishing into her, the brown thumb gently circled over a spot. Only very slowly she slid down under lustful moans. After a while, the druid sat on Neira’s face. Greedily stroke the tongue of the Draenei over the cleft of the Tauren. Awa took away her paw. Panting and groaning, she reached for something in a drawer of her bedside table.

  It rumbled while the druid was digging. No sooner had she found it than she released the right-hand paw poured with milk from the tit of the priest. More lying than sitting, she now removed the last remnant of cloth from Neira’s body. The already cautious hand searched fast and demanding the way into the priestess. Even through the milk alone, the dancing and pushing fingers could have slipped into the wet cave with ease. “Truly amazing! You’ve been fucked by such thick vines for so long and so hard and yet you’re so tight again. Like a virgin. Oh, I wish I had my special potion. THAT would be so much fun!“; Panting Awa enjoyably under the tongue play of Neira. After a short time, the priestess could feel her fingers receding and something long with a round tip widened her a little. In length and thickness it resembled to be a Tauren penis. Awa put her left hand on the wooden end and briefly closed her eyes. A few moments later, a bright green light shone before the toy began to twist and tremble in the pussy of the Draenei. The now free right hand, on the other hand, lay on the lust bead of the lower woman. Awa took a lot of time and enjoyed it as Neira turned more and more beyond her and with visibly pleasure.

  The Tauren believed it was even possible that the Draenei reared up under her from time to time. She constantly wondered if she could have reach the peak of lust every time. What was not imaginary, however, was the not ending flow of milk below her furry belly. Even if she didn’t drank from it, the scent alone woke the desire for more. More this nourishes Drink, with give her nice fuzzy feelings. Neira’s tits were pressed hard against Greenhoof’s stomach, so that the Tauren noticed how the milk searched his way out. Awa herself licked the Clint of the priestess to bring some variety in the caresses. The remaining paw, on the other hand, grabbed the tail of the Draenei. She began to gently massage him, similar to the breasts before. Kneading, the hand slowly moved from the base to the tip. The end was drawn straight to the ladies. Awa spoke disreputably. “You know that you have a very special joy donor here, don’t you?“; Without further explanation, she just licked briefly the tip. With the fingers of the right she opened the vagina a little more. The left pushed the tail past the wooden dildo. “You ONLY have to move it.“ Thus the Tauren stroked again along the inside of the tail. Then she turned to the purple ass. “Oooooooh this is at least as gorgeous as the rest! Surely a lot of people fuck you just because of your ass. It yells: Oh please! hit me! Harder! Faster! Deeper! Give it to me!“ That’s when Awa started to knead the violet cheeks. While the smallest pinky of the left gently drove around the back door. Every now and then, the finger tried to push itself a little bit into it, but it never dared to get into it. It was more of a teasing knock to drizzle the priestess. The right continued with the massage, meanwhile the druid’s mouth was now completely focused on the caresses of the purple cunt.

  The women had their fun for quite a long time. The priest herself grabbed and knead the ass of the Tauren. She even couldn’t resist to smack the furry cheeks with all her might. Suddenly Neira reared up really strong. She literally pressed her mouth against the cunt of Greenhoof and moaned particularly lustfully into it before she fell back visibly exhausted and heavily snorting into the cushions. “How was that?“; Awa pulled out the wooden still wiggling penis and licked it off. Well, that doesn’t matter. Take a good rest. The next morning you may go, I will give you the seeds of the herb you wanted and new clothes, so that some people do not come up with obscene thoughts. I hope for you that you don’t do nonsense with the herb. It’s an amazing plant, it makes you as happy as nothing else and without any free will. But it also helps very well with severe internal injuries. Oh and feel free to ask for an other round.“ The toy in her hand was pushed between her legs. The druid turned around and as promised, lay new clothes on desk, as well as the seeds. Neira was left in her own milk, sweat and juice, which still flowed out of her, while from the kitchen came for a very long time lustful sounds.