I feel like we don’t get enough Affini with pleasuregrafts content. Sure, the standard mode of Affini being more kink than sex is great, I wouldn’t want dickfinni to ever overtake that, but I feel like there’s a lot of great material here. Like, imagine a floret who’s just so desperate to please her owner. Just seeing her affini’s satisfaction from her submission isn’t enough. She needs to make her *feel good.* So, her mistress caves and decides to get a phytogock grafted into her system, even though this isn’t the sort of thing she’d normally do, her floret clearly needs this, and who is she to deny her pet the things it needs to be happy? Besides, she thinks, maybe she’ll end up enjoying this~
The little floret is so excited when mistress shows off her “new vine” the next day. She thanks her mistress for giving her this opportunity to please her owner in a new way, eagerly getting into position, ready to be used. The Affini knows she needs to be careful as she starts to slip inside, her pet is just so small and fragile, and she knows just how easily she could hurt her if she isn’t careful.
Now here’s the thing. You know how biorhythms are just the sum total of a living being’s body language, expressions, bodily functions, etc? You know what else would be a part of that biorhythm? *Thrusting.* As her mistress begins to take her, her biorhythms flood through the poor little unprepared floret, as her normal rhythm is slowly overtaken by a new song. A repetitive and quickly growing staccato beat. The rhythm floods her mind like the rising tide, in and out, in and out, her soul adrift on waves of pleasure. The waves start getting faster. The sea of bliss churns into a raging storm. And the floret is just too damn blissed out of her mind to even know her own name anymore.
Her mistress’s huge form looms over her; she’s completely off the ground now, huge arms pumping her up and down like a living fleshlight. Eyes looking far away and lines of drool leaking out from both her mouth and tiny bouncing girlcock.
The Affini is close now. She keels over her floret, desperately trying to keep enough control over her faculties that she doesn’t break the poor thing. She feels so good she can’t bother maintaining her human form anymore, falling apart into vines that wrap around and cocoon her hapless prey deep inside her. Without having to be attached to a facsimile of human hips, she can push her vine cock much deeper inside of her toy. Then finally, her vines tighten around her floret, and she stills for a moment, and cums deep inside her. (The cum, obviously, is full of xenodrugs.) She lets out a rustling sigh as she untangles her pet from herself, admiring her handiwork. She didn’t think that’d feel nearly that good. She might just get addicted to this.~