THE FLYTRAP
synopsis: (monster! AU) in an attempt to document as many alraune species as she can, the researcher encounters a carnivorous flytrap.
rating: 18+ smut (minors dni)
featuring: cabernet (and coquelic at the beginning)
warnings: sub! fem reader, reader has a pu.ssy, reader uses she/her pronouns, dom! character, cunnilin.gus, oral (reader giving and recieving), monster.fucking, aphrodisiac usage, slime/natural lubricant, mentioned cannibalism, cabernet gets pu.ssy drunk, entrapment, biting, reader is a freak, cabernet wants to eat you but who is surprised.
art credits: hell's paradise
Alraunes were one of the most difficult monsters to document. Not because they were hard to track down, oh no. You could find an Alraune anywhere as long as it was in a warm climate. The problem was that Alraunes had over thousands of sub-species that fell under their category. For every flower and plant, there was a guaranteed monster counterpart to study.
You scratched your head as you stared at the empty page in one of your journals. You had just reached the plant segment of your book and had no idea how you would tackle such a daunting task. Realistically, you knew you wouldn’t be able to document every single monster in the world, but you wanted to get a good chunk of them so that future monster researchers would know what to look for.
So far, the only Alraune subspecies you have documented was Coquelic; a Poppy Alraune. But knowing your desire to learn more, you sought her out for advice on how to track down the most Alraune species.
“Honestly if I were you I wouldn’t even bother.” The beautiful Poppy woman lounged back against your couch. Ever since you encountered her, she insisted that she tag along on your journey and now here she was, living in your home rent free. “And why do you want to seek out other Alraunes, hm? Am I not beautiful enough for you anymore?”
She pouts at you, causing you to reassure her with a head pat. “No, you are the most beautiful Poppy Alraune I’ve ever seen. Your petals are so luscious and brightly colored, as red as the blood Cassia drinks.”
Coquelic preens at the praise, leaning into your touch. Her vibrant petals flutter around her waist with pride. “Go onnnnnn…”
“Your scent is what luxury perfumes should be made of. When I went into town the other day after you mated me, everyone complimented my smell.”
“Mhmmm. What else?”
“Andddd…you’re getting greedy.” You lightly bop the Alraune on the head, causing her to whine. Had you been anyone else, Coquelic would’ve killed you. Luckily, as her mate you had special privileges so you were able to tease her without any repercussions. “Help me out, will you? Please, my love?”
“Hmmpff…” she flopped back down on the cushion, unable to resist you when you begged so sweetly. “Well, I do know of a special swamp that has a plethora of Carnivorous Alraunes.”
That perked your interest quickly, judging by the name you figured it would be a garden of Alraune who were based on carnivorous plants (obviously).
“They say that specific garden has Alraunes who are well known for eating animals, humans, and even other monsters. They actively hunt by luring their prey in, and it’s said that anyone who traverses into the garden, doesn’t make it out alive.”
Coquelic narrows her eyes as she speaks. “I wouldn’t recommend going there, but knowing just how foolish you can be, I know you’d dive headfirst into a Pitcher Plant.”
You nodded enthusiastically, already imagining what a Pitcher Plant Alraune would do to you. Coquelic seemed to pick up on this and sighed, already so used to your monsterfucking shenanigans. “You are something else, you odd human.”
She suddenly pulled you down so you could hover above her, smiling up at you with a predatory glint in her eyes. “Now, quit pestering me with silly questions and let’s put that mouth to some real use.”
“Ah, you want me to pleasure you, my queen?”
“Yes.”
Coquelic got excited, tugging you to go down between her legs where her awaiting flower bloomed. You simply smiled at her eagerness and complied, wanting to give your mate the utmost pleasure for helping you (even if just a little).
“Alright then, because you helped me out. Consider this my thank you.”
Coquelic grinned and wrapped her legs around your head, already pushing your head down like the greedy woman she was.
You got ready for your journey to the swamps that Coquelic mentioned, eager to dive into the world of Carnivorous Alraunes. Though Coquelic voiced her concerns as the swamp would be infested with tempting pheromone smells, you assured her you would be fine. You were notorious for finding your way out of deathly situations after all, this trip should be a piece of cake.
It wasn’t hard to locate the swamps, but traversing through them was a different story. Mud and gunk clung to your boots as you waded through the shallow waters, swatting at mosquitos the entire time as the humidity made it a breeding ground for bugs and bug-like monsters.
You sprayed another layer of bug spray on you and made a note to buy more the next time you went into town. You weren’t sure if you were close to the garden, but judging by how much greener and thicker the swamp was getting, you figured you were getting close.
“Coquelic mentioned that Carnivorous Alraunes give off a special scent that attracts prey to them.” You leaned up and sniffed the air, trying to see if you could detect even the slightest change in smell. Instead, all you could smell was a typical swamp stink, sighing in disappointment. “Looks like I’ll have to go deeper…”
You continued deeper into the swamp, keeping a careful nose out for any unique scents that seemed “alluring” to an easy prey like yourself. As the hours passed by however, you found yourself growing fatigued, hungry, and even thinking about stopping to set up a camp on a dry piece of land.
“Hnnn…maybe I should take a break,” you looked up at the sun to gauge how long you had been walking through this swamp. It felt like you were going in circles with no signs of Alraunes nearby. You were thinking of calling it a day, until your nose picked up what smelled like the faintest hint of your favorite food.
‘…That can’t be right.’
You sniffed the air again, your heart leaping when the mouthwatering scent filled your nostrils once again. Ohhhh goodness, why was the smell of your favorite food in a swamp of all places? Is someone else camping out here?
Your tummy groaned at the smell, wanting to eat something after the long day you’ve had. You had your own rations to eat, but the smell was just too enticing, much much better than your dried jerky and warm water you carried in your canteen.
“…If it’s another traveler I could just share my rations with them. A meal is best enjoyed with someone else after all. Perhaps they’re lonely and I should join them!” Is what you told yourself when you went in the direction of the smell. You began salivating at the thought of digging into a nice, proper meal after hours of walking, licking your lips and daydreaming about it the entire time.
You were so lost in your delusions however, that you failed to notice the swamp getting thicker and more dense, plants and trees warped in ways that looked straight out of a fantasy novel. It was clear this part of the swamp was untouched by any humans, untamed and natural like everything should be.
Your brain was on autopilot, though. Despite the warning bells that should be going in your head, you were focused solely on the smell of your favorite food (which had only gotten stronger). The further you went, the richer the aroma. The swamp seemed to lure you into the very belly of it with how deep you were in, dazed and wandering like a Zombie looking for flesh.
‘So hungry…’ your body was suddenly enveloped in something warm, fleshy, and sticky. Very, very sticky. Upon feeling this sensation, you were pulled out of your food-driven daze, slowly realizing you were in the embrace of none other than a Venus Flytrap Alraune.
“Mhmmm…” the deep, husky voice of a woman filled your ears, causing you to look up and meet the gaze of a red-haired, predatory-looking Alraune. “Now this is a sizable meal for me. A human woman…oh how lucky I am.”
She licked her lips, her large flytrap-like mouth clasping around you and pulling you closer to her actual body. The light from the sun faded as only a few speckles of sunlight seeped through the teeth of the Flytrap’s maw, sealing your fate to the monster. The redhead wrapped her arms around your waist, the sticky substance on her body clinging to your clothes and drenching you in her fluid.
“But what exactly are you doing here? Humans are a sparse kind of food, I usually have to resort to animals to feed myself, or in unique cases; even my own kind.” Her eyes narrow with glee, seemingly delighted at the mention of cannibalizing her fellow monsters. It was all for survival after all, or…for this sadistic Alraune; perhaps pleasure.
“Hah, I guess I’ve been entrapped rather easily huh.” You squirmed in her grip, frowning not because you were about to get eaten, but because there actually wasn’t any food to begin with. You had been tricked with the scent of this Flytrap’s smell, and now you were too hungry to think straight. “Oughhhh I really wanted to eat! I mean, I’m happy to have found you at last, it took hours. But darn it, I’m too hungry now…”
The Flytrap chuckled at your whiny complaints, tilting her head in amusement. “You purposely wanted to find me? Most humans try to avoid this area for fear of encountering my kind.” She smiles and shakes her head, in disbelief that someone like you would willingly seek out such a dangerous monster like her.
“And if you wanted to know, my pheromones give off the scent of whatever my prey desires dearly. Whether it’d be a food, a perfume, or…”
She leans down. “Even a sexual pheromone. You won’t believe the amount of creatures in heat that have come wandering into my maw, seeking out a mate only to be devoured by yours truly.”
Despite your hunger, you perked up at this newfound information. How interesting, it seems that the scent of a Flytrap changes depending on what the victim is craving at the moment. Considering you were very hungry, the scent had warped into your favorite food to trick your brain. Oh, the itch to write this down was screaming in your body.
Your hand moved to grab your satchel, when you realized it wasn’t there! You frantically searched for it but when you finally looked down, sure enough it was no longer on your person.
“Hm? Looking for something, little one?” She tilted your chin up and slightly opened her maw, allowing you to peek outside and see that your satchel was sitting on the ground. “I took it off you before you came bumping into me. I don’t like digesting foreign objects after all.”
She quickly closed her maw so you couldn’t escape, hugging you tightly as if you could pry yourself out.
“B-But my…my book…!” You whined in distress, wanting to jot the experience down so badly. If you had to die, you at least wanted to record it so people could have a chance to find and read it. The Flytrap smirked at your predicament, giving your cheeks a squeeze like she was feeling how much meat was on you.
“What is so special about that ‘book’ you are referring to anyways? You are about to get eaten, reading won’t save you at all.”
“If I want to die, I want other people to know about my experience with a Flytrap Alraune!” You exclaim, struggling in her grip. “A-At least let me grab my book and pen. Then you can eat me as you desire.”
The Flytrap was taken aback, not used to her food deliberately allowing themself to be consumed. She admittedly was a bit turned off by it, as part of the fun was watching her prey cry for mercy. “Oh, come on. Now you are just taking the fun away from me.” She pouts, appetite now spoiled by your lack of struggle.
“Huh? Oh, sorry.” You immediately started to thrash around, mimicking the act of screaming. “Oh noooo. Miss Flytrap, please don’t eat me! I swear I don’t taste that good!”
She looked amused at your pathetic display. You definitely weren’t a very good actor, that’s for sure, but she could appreciate the effort you made to make her feel better. What an odd creature you were, and yet despite how deliciously tempting you looked in her grasp, she thought it would be a waste to just consume you outright.
Maybe in the future, but not right now.
“You know, while you do look ravishing to consume, for some reason I don’t feel inclined to eat you straight away.”
She huffed in annoyance, but a sly grin soon made its way on her face.
“However, there is a different kind of hunger I wish to satisfy. It’s rare that I have a craving that cannot be satisfied with food, but looking at you…” she traces your bottom lip with her finger, a noise of approval leaving her. “There is another part of my body that desires you. Craves you. And since you are hungry too, well. I might as well satisfy you as well.”
Oh, you know where this was going. At her words, the maw she had encased you in suddenly excreted a rather slimy and sticky substance, drenching your entire body in it. It was unusually warm, causing you to shudder at this strange feeling.
“Not like it matters, but you may call me Cabernet.” You start to feel your clothes fall apart. Surprised by the fabric (which was pretty dense for protection) sliding off your body, Cabernet seemed to pick up on your confusion and chuckled. “You seem quite curious. My secretion allows me to dissolve unnatural materials so I won’t consume them. Don’t worry though, it’s harmless to living creatures, so your pretty skin won’t melt.” You watch in awe as your clothes come melting off in chunks, revealing more and more of your nude body underneath. Cabernet seems to enjoy the sight of you being stripped before her, tracing the curves of your body with perverted, wandering hands.
“Mmmm, it’s been a while since I’ve had a human morsel in my grasp…” her fingers move down to your melting underwear, eyes narrowing with pure excitement when it begins sliding off. As more of your privates are revealed, Cabernet can barely contain herself. Her mouth is pooling with saliva and her excreting fluids only double in its amount.
When the last of your tattered underwear (or, what remained of it) fell off, the Flytrap groaned in satisfaction. Her fingers went down to rub at your soft, raw pussy, reveling in the feeling of it succumbing to her touch.
“Such tender flesh, goodness…” her breath hitches. “I can almost feel how it would melt in my mouth when I eat. Flavors bursting on my tongue while your succulent juices pour down my throat…mmmpff…”
The way she described eating your delicates was like someone describing a medium-rare steak. You were a bit off-put by her strange way of speaking, but you have encountered stranger monsters before. Besides, the way she drooled like a dog was very endearing in a way. It reminded you of Rahu and Corso whenever it was dinner time, salivating all over the floor whenever you cooked meat.
As Cabernet continued to lightly stroke your cunt, she tilted her head and suddenly hummed in displeasure. A frown overtook her features as she pulled her hand away from your bottom.
“It’s…tender, but not moist enough for my liking.”
She looks down at you, licking her lips with a newfound confidence.
“But that’s okay, because I have a solution for making this little pussy wetter.”
She wraps her arms around you as a dense, heavy scent suddenly emitted from her body. You were overwhelmed at first, instinctively holding your breath, but one tap on the nose from Cabernet told you that it was okay to breathe.
“Don’t be afraid. Just…breathe.”
She leaned in to kiss your neck, coaxing you to let the scent fill your lungs while she pleasured you. You reluctantly inhaled to oblige with her orders, your body pleasantly stunned when a regal, mature aroma dominated your senses.
It clouded your brain, making your senses feel funny as the rest of your body responded to its call. Your limbs felt light but heavy at the same time, your eyelids growing dazed and sleepy before something very unique started to happen. Your body temperature began to spike, heart rate picking up, along with your pussy suddenly feeling very, very empty and understimulated.
“M-Miss Cabernet…!” You gasped when your foggy brain realized what was happening. Cabernet chuckled when you finally caught on as well, nipping the navel of your neck to mark her territory for future monsters. “This is..”
An aphrodisiac.
“Feeling better, my little meal?” Cabernet ran her tongue across your neck, moaning at the salty taste from your skin. “A special concoction that only I secrete when it’s spring time. But for you, I figured it would be the best way to make your pussy a little wetter for my taste.”
Sure enough, there was an unholy amount of slick pooling at your thighs. Whether it was from the slime Cabernet produced before or from your own body, you weren’t sure. However, it was obvious you were wetter than a rainforest right now, and Cabernet was absolutely delighted.
Her fingers went down to scoop at your soaking folds, groaning when she put it up to her lips for a taste. The moment your arousal touched her tongue, the Flytrap’s eyes widened. Her pupils dilated and her breath quivered, a predatory instinct taking over.
Shit. Maybe you will get eaten today. All because your pussy tasted too good.
“Fuck…” the obscene curse that left Cabernet’s lips caught you off guard. Her grip on your body tightened, drool pooling down her chin as she struggled to refrain from actually devouring you. “I’ve never…hnnn…”
She panted, suddenly flipping you over so that your cunt was eye-level with her face. The sight of her mouth so close to your privates nearly sent you to the edge, the aphrodisiac in your system making your body feel ten times hornier than usual.
“Miss Cabernet…” you whined, spreading your legs like the wanton whore you were. You didn’t care at this point if she’d actually eat you or not, all your body craved at the moment was her tongue inside you, devouring you like a feast for a Queen.
Her eyes narrow at the way you call her name, hands gripping your hips as she admires your weeping entrance. A combined mixture of her slime and your pre-cum made your pussy look like the most succulent meal in the swamp. She couldn’t take it anymore before leaning in and sliding her tongue all the way across your slit.
Just that lick alone had you moaning and arching your back. Your knees buckled in her grip, yet Cabernet didn’t flinch as she continued to eat you out ferociously. That one lick seemed to have fired multiple neurons in her brain, getting her pussy drunk already as she forced her tongue into your quivering hole.
Her licks were aggressive, downright animalistic despite her being a plant. Each lick and stroke of her tongue has Cabernet groaning and shoving her face deeper into your thighs. You weren’t fairing much better either. Out of all the times your monster mates have eaten you out, none were quite as aggressive and enthusiastic as Cabernet.
You weren’t sure how you haven’t passed out from pleasure yet, Cabernet’s tongue hitting you deeper and harder than you ever expected. Her tongue wasn’t as long as other monsters, but what she lacked in length she made up for in enthusiasm. Her lips fully encircled your entrance as she slurped at your dripping juices, the suctioning of her lips causing you to cry out in bliss.
You were positive that any other Alraunes in the area could hear the way you screamed in pleasure. Combined with the lewd noises of Cabernet tongue-fucking you into oblivion, yeah it was obvious you weren’t getting eaten, you were getting eaten out.
Cabernet seemed aware of this too, a tinge of pride filling her chest at the notion that she was the lucky Flytrap to snare you and eat you. Oh how she was grateful you wandered into her maw and none of the others. The thought of never getting to taste your body is simply unfathomable to her now.
“Mmmhnnn…you like my tongue, hm?” She pulled away briefly to catch her breath, panting heavily as she admired your face now drenched with sweat from her actions. “Meal…mate…honestly what’s the difference. I just know I want to make you mine.”
She dove right back in, sloppily eating to the point your juices were sliding down her chin and not her throat. Most of it wasn’t even getting in her mouth, it was all over her face from how messy she was being.
The constant, overwhelming pleasure and the side effects of the aphrodisiac were starting to get too much from you. Your chest coiled, a needy whine leaving your lips as you reached down to tug at Cabernet’s crimson hair.
She got the message, gripping your ass and full on burying her face so she can push you to the edge. ‘Come on now…cum…cum right on my face…’ was all she could think, deliriously lapping at your innards to get you to orgasm right now.
It took a few moments, her nose hitting your clit with each thrust before you finally creamed all over the Flytrap’s awaiting face. Cabernet grunted the moment she felt your hot cum smear all over her mouth, eagerly lapping it all up and not wasting a single drop.
Even after you’ve cum, Cabernet refuses to leave you alone. She just continued lapping, licking, getting every last drop of your precious cum in her mouth before finally letting you go. Your body was spent and exhausted from the ordeal, the effects of the aphrodisiac making you feel weakened in her grasp.
‘This is it…the perfect time for her to finish me off.’ You accepted your fate and closed your eyes, lying limp in Cabernet’s arms, expecting her to begin eating you as most monsters would take up on the opportunity. However, you didn’t feel her teeth on you, nor did you feel any pain at all. When you dizzily open your eyes, Cabernet propped you up against her chest and began stroking your sweaty face.
“Such a divine meal you were…” she purred, her face adorably shiny from the amount of saliva that was on it. “It would be a waste to eat you right now. No, I imagine you only get sweeter with age and time.”
She licked your face, humming pleasantly at the taste.
“For now, I think I’ll keep you as a mate. A rare specimen like you deserves to be savored until the very, bitter end.”
You whimpered and found yourself nodding along, accepting the fact you’d most likely be a monster’s meal by the time you die. Regardless, you didn’t seem too upset, simply snuggling into Cabernet’s breasts and enjoying the pleasant smell she gave off.
“I…still want to write this down…” you said weakly, the newfound bursts of knowledge swimming through your foggy brain. Cabernet found your willpower for research amusing, using her hand to cover your eyes and make you drift off to sleep.
“You can write whatever you want after you rest. I don’t want to let go of you just yet.”
And in a surprisingly kind gesture, she kisses your forehead, leaving you to succumb to your body’s needs. She figures she should hunt for something to eat soon, so she can share her meal with her newfound, delicious mate…
