Capítulo 35: Bonus Part 1 - Choking her Neck ~Heavy FemDom~
Pomona Sprout was a peculiar woman, to say the least.
With a green thumb that could make even most barren of lands bloom with life, she had a special bond with her plants that went beyond the typical gardener's love.
At the heart of her secret garden, nestled within the walls of Hogwarts, was a lush greenhouse where she spent most of her nights.
The soft glow of moonlight filtered through panes, casting an ethereal light on her favorite creatures
—Mandrakes.
"Shh, little ones," she cooed as she unbuttoned her blouse, her ample breasts spilling forth like ripe melons.
Her nipples hardened in anticipation as she leaned over the nearest plant, "Mommy's here to feed you."
The Mandrakes quivered in excitement, their leaves rustling as they stretched their roots towards her.
"Mm, eager today, aren't we?" she murmured, her voice thick with trembling from anticipation of today's plans.
She took one of the plants in her hand, bringing it close to her bosom, "Let's not be greedy," she whispered, guiding its root to her engorged nipple.
The sensation was exquisite.
The root wrapped around her flesh, suckling eagerly.
She gasped, her eyes rolling back in pleasure, "Oh, yes!" she moaned, the sound echoing through quiet space, "Take what you need to grow."
Her body responded to the intimate contact, her knees buckling slightly as she leaned against the wooden stool.
The vines that coiled around greenhouse beams took notice, slithering down to caress her bare skin, tracing a path up her thighs and around her waist.
She giggled, feeling a thrill of naughtiness as they tightened their embrace.
One of the seventh year girls, a brunette named Ciara, age 20, peeked through crack in the door, her eyes wide with curiosity.
She had heard whispers of the unusual goings-on in greenhouse and had to see it for herself.
As she watched, her hand unconsciously drifted to her own chest, her breath hitching as the vines grew bolder, their tendrils brushing against Pomona's now-exposed pussy.
"Fuck, yes!" Look she naturally screamed out loud, her voice a symphony of ecstasy as Mandrakes continued to suckle her milk.
Her body quivered with each greedy pull, her skin slick with sweat and her breasts heavy with lots of lots of.....
She arched her back, pushing her chest closer to the eager plants, her breath coming in ragged gasps, "Haaa...so hungry."
"Oh, you love Mommy's milk, don't you?" she whispered, her words barely audible over erotic noise of the feasting roots.
Her eyes fluttered open to find another Mandrake reaching for her, its root-like hand extending with a hungry urgency.
"SCREEEEEE----!"
"Greedy little one," she chuckled, her voice thick with lust. She cupped its head like a mother, guiding it to her other nipple, feeling the warm, wet suction as it latched on.
Pooch! Pooch!
The vines grew more insistent, their gentle caresses turning to firm grips as they squeezed her breasts and circled her waist, pulling her closer to the writhing mass of plants.
Poink! Poin----!'
"More," she moaned, her legs spreading wider as the vines slithered down her body.
One thick tendril parted her folds, its rough texture sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core.
The vine coiled around her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her hips buck.
"Oh, yes," she breathed through her nostrils, eyes glazed with pleasure.
The room was alive with sound of suckling and rustle of leaves as the Mandrakes fed.
The vines grew bolder, one sliding up her back to tug at her hair while another wrapped around her neck in a gentle chokehold, eliciting a guttural moan from her throat, "Ahhh....do you think I will not feed you? I am not going anywhere," she murmured to her leafy lovers.
Pomona's orgasm was a crescendo of pleasure, her body convulsing as the vines tightened around her body, mimicking the rhythmic pulse of a lover's embrace.
The Mandrakes' roots drank greedily from her, swelling with her essence of nurturing milk.
She felt a strange kinship with the plants, a connection that went beyond the physical realm.
As she rode waves of pleasure, she knew she had found something sacred in darkness of the greenhouse.
"Merlin, Professor....." Ciara, a brunette of seventh year, watched in awe from the shadows, her hand slipping into her pants to mimic the sensations she saw.
She had never felt such a deep yearning, such a primal need to be one with nature at the moment.
Her breathing grew heavy as she observed erotic dance between the woman and her plants.
The vines grew thicker, more demanding, as they began to explore every inch of Pomona's exposed skin.
One slithered up her leg, its tip probing the entrance to her wetness, causing her to jolt with pleasure.
"Oh, you naughty thing!~" she gasped, her hips rocking against the invasive tendril, "You want in too?"
With a seductive smile, she reached down to guide vine deeper into her body.
"M-hnmm~haaah!"
The room was filled with sound of her wetness and the plant's needy whines.
Her orgasm grew closer, her muscles tightening around the vine as it pushed inside her.
"Yes, yes!! Deeper!" she screamed, her back arching off the stool.
The Mandrakes' suckling grew more frenzied, their roots pumping in time with vine's thrusts.
The greenhouse was a cacophony of erotic noises—slaps of skin, wet sucking sounds, and the low, guttural moans of the woman and her lovers.
"So hot...." Ciara's hand moved faster, her own climax building as she watched the forbidden scene unfold before her eyes, "I can't wait to tell others about this...."
As she continued to watch, the vines grew more adventurous, wrapping around Pulmona's waist and sliding up to cup her breasts.
The woman's eyes rolled back in her head, her moans growing louder as the plant's embrace grew tighter.
The brunette could almost feel the vines against her own skin, their roughness a stark contrast to her soft flesh.
"You're so good to me!" Pomona murmured to her silent lovers, "So good than my bastard of a husband....!" She leaned back into the embrace of the vines, her legs spreading even wider.
A particularly thick tendril slid down her stomach, pausing briefly at her navel before dipping lower to probe her swollen pussy.
The woman's breath hitched as this vine too pushed inside her, stretching her tightly.
"Oh, forbid Helga's eyes!" she moaned, her voice a crescendo of pleasure, "So fucking good.."
"Shlk....shlk...♡"
A soft, slick wet sound of movement.
The vine began to pump in and out, mimicking the motion of a lover's cock.
Her eyes snapped open, and she met Ciara's gaze, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
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