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In the dark room, your mistress lay on the plush bed, reclined fully. Her eyes play a song of purples that flicker and light the walls like a projector. Above her sits her precious floret, straddling her chest and steadying yourself with one hand that gently grips one of the wooden protrustions on the side of her mask-like face.
Just above your collarbone, her injector sits, in you almost all the way to the hilt. You feel the coolness of the needle in you, but it can't release its' chemical payload, the one she so desperately wishes to pump inside you, for you have the base of the flower it emerges from gripped tightly between your thumb and forefinger. As you feel her injector twitch, you tighten your grip once more, causing a shudder to run over her. She stares up at you, her rhythms playing a song of lust, of desperate need.
"Oh? What's the matter? You look so desperately like you have something to say, Mistress~"
"Please... please let go... of the injector... I want..." Her voiced dripped and trembled with uncontained desire.
"You want me to let go of this fragile little thing?" She shuddered and nodded, not breaking eye contact with you. "Hmm... I don't know... you might need to convince me. Why should I let you have the privilege of releasing right now?" She hastily broke her gaze upon that word, looking to the side in embarrassment. Releasing.
"Because... because I own you... " she pants desperately, still not looking back up at you. "You're... my floret... It's my job to make you feel goOO-"
Her explanation is cut short by you gripping the leaves on the back of her head, and pulling. Hard. Her head shoots back with a moan, more from the sensation than from your own strength. "Wrong answer," you whisper as you lean closer. "You might be able to convince your affini friends with that. But I think we both know you're not being honest with yourself~"
Her head remains recoiled, her mouth agape as she reels from the feeling of being gripped so harshly. "Please... make you... feel good..."
"You're already making me feel good, Mistress~" you tease, as you play a finger down the side of her neck, causing her to shudder once more. "You should know I'm taking great pleasure in seeing you like this~"
"But... but, but..."
"Just be true to yourself. You are an affini, aren't you?" You run a hand over the side of her wooden mask of a face. "Tell me; why do you think the Compact conquered the Accord?"
"Care for... sophonts..."
"So altruistic~ But we're not getting to the truth like this." You pull on her head leaves again, and another shudder runs over her. You see her stifle a moan by gritting her razor-sharp teeth, each the width of your thumb.
"I'll give you another try. You must answer truthfully, or I am pulling this needle out. Understand, Mistress?" She manages to nod, teeth still grit.
"Now tell me. What is the goal of the Compact? Not the stated goal, you silly little tree~" You punctuate this with another playful stroke on her head. "The true goal. The real imperative of the affini."
"Take... pets..."
There we go. You gently run your tongue down her neck. "That's a good Mistress." At that, she ungrits her teeth, letting out a hot, heavy breath.
"I'm good... I'm good, I'm good mistress..."
"Now let's try this again. What is it you want to do, Mistress?"
"Inject you. Please. I'm good. I'm good..."
"Tell me why."
She remained silent, or tried, in spite of the heavy breathing and shudders that still wracked her. You lean in once more and bring it down to a whisper again.
"You didn't join the Terran Pacification Program to care for sophonts, did you, Mistress?" You grip the side of her head, trying to turn her eyes to face you, but it won't budge. "I think you just heard about all the cute, soft little terrans for you to stick your injectors in, and you couldn't resist~"
Another shudder, the strongest one so far, runs over her, transmitting a throb down the vine attached to the injector flower still held in your grasp. It pulsed erratically, desperately trying to empty itself of the xenodrug juices held within; but still, your fingers held steady. Even so, the barest drip of xenodrug manages to slip through, running down the needle and into you, filling you with heat. It's almost enough to make your head swim, but it's doubtful that Mistress would notice, too caught up in her own desperate embarrassment to even look at you.
"You plants are all so hedonistic, so selfish~" You run your tongue around the side of her face, where the ears would be on a terran. It seems to work, as she recoils slightly with a soft moan. "It's a shame that it's so difficult for you to admit it. Now. Tell me."
"It..."
"Go on."
"It... feels good."
"Oh? What feels good, Mistress?" You grip her antennae, running your hand down their length, and this makes her squirm in pleasurable discomfort. "Do you mean releasing your injectors inside a soft, frail, defenseless terran like me?"
She writhes under you, and manages only the barest nod.
"Say it."
"It feels good to inject you with xenodrugs."
"Look me in the eyes, and tell me what you are."
As you move your hand down to grip her by a horned, wooden protrusion and try once more to turn her head towards you, she suddenly snaps her gaze onto yours. Her eyes burn with purple and gold and red and all sorts of royal colours. Her mask of a face reflects only lust, tinged with the slightest embers of embarrassment and resentment; resentment for you, for stripping her like this, for showing her what she truly is. Still, it pales in comparison to the desperate need. She began with a tone you would never have imagined an affini using, one so pathetic and needy that it filled you with immense satisfaction to see one of the plants, much less your Mistress, reduced to such a state.
"I'm... I'm a slut. I'm a slutty, horny, desperate Mistress. Affini didn't come here to care for terrans, just to inject them. Because it feels good." She paused, catching her breath, not breaking her gaze, then resumed her desperate whines. "Please, pet. I'm a good Mistress. I know I'm selfish. I need to inject you. Please, please. Let me inject you. It's so full, it needs to release. Please, please, please, please. I need it, please-"
Mistress's desperate plea was cut off as your tongue entered her mouth, snaking its way between those sharp teeth. As she returned the kiss, you let go of the injector, gripping her head with both hands as a smooth liquid lust coursed through your bloodstream and your ears were filled with Mistress's primal roar of release as she filled up her precious, irresistable little pet. You felt the petals of the injector flower stick to your sweaty skin as it pulsed and throbbed repeatedly, each one bringing new light and fuzzy edge to your vision and a tingling heat that ran down your limbs to the tips of your fingers and toes. As the feeling of your skin, your hands, your tongue pressed against your Mistress was amplified tenfold, you knew that for you, the fun was only just beginning, and before you lay the perfect toy~