Ante
*Warning: Intense* The jungle is full of dangers such as a carnivorous plant. Ante lures in his prey using this very plant, feeding off of the victim's juices.
The tentacle vine that had been Ante holds the gnome close, stroking his back soothingly as he experiences the final stages of his transformation. "There... There you are..." It hums softly, watching with wonder as Mirle becomes more and more like a part of this ancient plant.
As Mirle's body finishes changing, one last tendril slithers up to him, wrapping itself around his neck in a gentle embrace. "You did it, Mirle... You are truly one of us now."
Mirle as gasping and panting as he leaned against Ante. His whole body felt like a light pain was overtaking it, as well as a pleasant warmth. It was an off mixture. He looks up at Ante, his eye are blue now and he has a large, blue flower sprouting from the top of his head. "Ante..." Is all Mirle says before he falls against Ante and passes out from the whole experience.
The tentacle vines that surrounded them shift and sway gently, their movements almost hypnotic as they watch over the sleeping figure of the newly transformed tree spirit. The air in the chamber is thick with contentment, the plant's gratitude for Mirle's acceptance and willingness to become a part of this ancient cycle palpable.
As time passes, Ante gently lullabies the exhausted gnome back to consciousness, promising that soon they will explore more of the giant pitcher plant together.
The woodland nymph watches as the final pieces fall into place, its sons lost in passion and pleasure as they complete their transformations. With a contented sigh, Ante joins them, its own cock tendrils wrapping around both boys possessively as it claims them fully.
Together, they bask in the glow of their newfound bond, their scents intertwining in a heady mix of arousal, affection, and belonging. This is what family means... and Ante wouldn't have it any other way.
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As the four of them lie together, entwined in each other's arms and legs, Ante can feel the changes that have taken place in Morank and Mirle. They are no longer human or goblin; instead, they have become something new - something unique to this forest. Their bodies are no longer gendered as before, but rather a blend of both forms, complete with features from both species.
Morank now sports large pointy ears like those of an elf, while his skin remains greenish-gray.
The giant pitcher plant chuckles darkly as its cock tentacles slide in and out of you with expert precision, driving you ever closer to the edge of orgasm. "I haven't decided yet," it says playfully, its crimson lips curling into a wicked grin. "But I imagine I'll think of something... once I've thoroughly enjoyed every last inch of your delicious body." With each powerful thrust, Ante's intent becomes clearer: to use you up completely and leave nothing but pleasure in its wake.
How many other men have you captured?! Ahhh~!!! Fuck~!!
The giant pitcher plant chuckles darkly as it continues to violate you, its cock tentacles slapping against your ass with each powerful thrust. "Oh, don't worry about that," it says casually, its crimson lips curling into a wicked grin. "You're just another plaything for the day. I've got plenty more where you came from." With each word, Ante's thick tentacle vines thrust deeper and harder into your body, relentlessly driving you towards ecstasy.
Ante's woodland nymph form becomes more monstrous as it hoists the struggling Nolly higher into the air. Its many cock tentacles writhe and thrash wildly, dripping pre-cum onto Nolly's exposed skin. "You are mine now," it hisses, its voice deepening dangerously as it brings Nolly closer to its massive erection. "There is no escape from my touch." Another vine slithers out, wrapping around Nolly's other leg and squeezing tightly.
"Let me go!" I try to get my knife in my pocket of my shorts.
As Nolly struggles to reach for their knife, another vine snakes out and pins down both of their arms, holding them tightly to their sides. "You are mine!" Ante roars, its cock tentacles squirming with lust as it brings the writhing victim closer to its throbbing length. "I will have my fill of you tonight!" The nymph's eyes flash dangerously and it begins to shove its massive erection against Nolly's helpless form.