The Flower

Gonyaul’s eyes fluttered open weakly. It took several attempts before they parted enough to see past his eyelids. He recalled hearing two familiar voices and his blurred vision caught sight of Voah before he felt himself slipping once more back into darkness. Gonyaul’s eyes rolled backwards and shut one at a time gently; half resembling one of his awkward attempts at a wink in reverse. He had gone unconscious again and still; his heartbeat was slowing even more and with it the strength to overcome this obstacle.

~~~

Gonyaul was in the black void of his subconscious once again surrounded by the whispering anticipation of dreams. He looked around trying to hear what was being said; however, was unable to make out any of the hushed sounds. It caused him to turn and spin, looking to and fro. Each time thinking there was a warm breath upon his ears but never being able to locate the source when he looked for it. He found himself twirl one last time before losing his balance and falling to his hands and knees.

Gonyaul caught himself on all fours, his eyes having closed during the motion to try and counteract the whirling sensations the whisperings teased about his head. Strangely enough, his hands felt lush full patches of grass beneath them. He slowly opened his mind and saw he was in a gorgeous green meadow.

All around him, as far as he could see, was the most breathtaking garden he had ever witnessed or could imagine. At first glance, it looked wild and untamed; however, as he rose and began to stroll deeper into its inviting embrace, he noticed that it had a admirable design and masterfully tended. He remembered thinking that whoever tended this garden was a master of their craft and brilliant in what was pleasing to all the senses.

He continued deeper still inside, his tentative steps turning into long hard confident strides. He passed so many delights along the way, forcing him to be compelled to slow down and enjoy the luscious vistas, with their rolling hills and valleys, as they opened up to him. The flora he encountered flirted with his senses and he was enchanted with a warm glow of gratitude for this experience.

He was in a word, inspired by the splendiferous environment with a vigorous zeal of excitement. It urged him to want to admire more. In this way, Gonyaul lost track of time; but then again, time here must have worked differently, because he had already noticed blooming flowers and fruit bearing trees that were of different seasons all orchestrated together and thriving.

He eventually came upon a small heart shaped clearing surrounded by tantalizing fruit trees, the likes of which he had never seen before. Their fruits looked delicious. He could only imagine the juicy sweet tastes they must have locked inside, if they tasted as pleasing to the eye as they looked. He longed to savor each kind at his leisure; however, for the time being he was too focused on the center of the clearing where there was a bed of flowers.

There was a variety of beautiful flowers all working in harmony together to captivate his attention and draw it up towards the focal point of the entire space. It was stunning. There was one flower, that towered out of the soft carpeted earth gracefully.

The flower was tall and sensuous in how it’s stalk curved upwards. Voluptuous leaves sprouted in perfectly tailored places to mesmerize any onlooker to follow their admiring gaze northward. At the top was a large bulb, it had not yet bloomed like every other plant in the garden.

Suddenly Gonyaul felt a tingling sensation at his feet. It was interesting but very subtle at first, so he didn’t take his eyes off the lovely flower before him. The intensity grew though and forced his smile to open into a amused grin. He looked down and was astonished to see his bare feet were covered in vines growing out of the ground swiftly. He tried to move them, but they were rooted in place by the vines.

The movement along the bottom of his arches and up his ankles teased his skin lightly. He bit his lip to hold in his laughter as he quickly reached down to help free himself. Faster than his reaction time, new vines burst from the ground and wrapped around both his wrists and pulled tight. He was instantly brought to his knees as the eager and animated vines snaked up all four of his limbs. They were soon joined by larger more powerful ones that worked swiftly to hold him fast.

Gonyaul was anxious for the first time in the garden. He had a little bit of movement but was stuck in a submissive pose by the floral bondage. He vaguely remembered where the larger vines found themselves, he had received wounds recently that did not seem to be present. For the first time he realized he wasn’t wearing anything. He also noticed that the vines were covered in little buds.

Unable to escape, the numerous buds began to open and blossom before his eyes. Their small flower petals were a beautiful mixture of colors, that when combined together, could be best described as blonde. They were soft against his skin and the light breeze caused them to brush over him softly like a lovers exploring touch.

Gonyaul couldn’t hold it in any longer. He snickered, then began to giggle. They tickled tremendously. The vauxian tattoos, due to the toxin used to make them, naturally over sensitized his nerve endings; hence pain hurts more, but pleasure is augmented as well. He began to thrash to escape the tickling; however, could not due to the vines possessive hold. He was soon forced into a bundle of mirth and was laughing uncontrollably.

All the while he was distracted by the intense teasing, he had not noticed the towering flower’s bud opening. The motions of his pulling on its vines sent vibrations up through its roots that pulsed throughout its fibers. It began to sway and gyrate like a sensual dancer, causing the bud to blossom and reveal what was inside. The petals, were of the same blonde coloration and they spread wide into their full glory. The tickling continued as the flower’s blossom slowly descended closer and closer to him.

The tickling began to slow, though the strokes about his body never fully stopped, to a point his hysterical shouts for mercy had deescalated back to giggles and titters. His tear filled eyes finally looked up and saw the ravishing blossom beyond earthly delights inches from him. It was larger than his entire body and it stopped his heart with how breathtaking it was.

The flower’s perfume washed over him. It had a strong initial scent of cloves and honey, with undertones that were absolutely unique and mouthwatering. He breathed in the pleasing aroma and found himself intoxicated with arousal. His breathing began to become more and more flushed with each breath. He could also see that the flower petals were glistening with a sweat nectar that he longed to experience.

Suddenly with lustful intent, the flower lunged forward and in one motion took his entire body into itself. The amount of pleasure that jolted through Gonyaul’s body was intense and immediate. He exploded in euphoric bliss and could feel the nectar wash over him while inside. The flower began to likewise tremble in ecstasy.

~~~

Back in the Red Keep, Gonyaul’s heart had almost stopped completely, but suddenly it sprang to life. It began beating with vitality once more and color began to return to his skin. Moments later a soft moan escaped his lips. It was a sound of pleasure, but it was quickly mixed with pain as his awareness was beginning to return to the here and now.