The first time Elowen pushed a living seed into a willing woman’s cunt, the entire greenhouse bloomed blood-red.
The air was thick with the sweet, heavy perfume of night-blooming jasmine and something darker, the raw, musky scent of human arousal. Moonlight filtered through the dense canopy of glass and vines high above, casting shifting emerald patterns across the custom wooden frame in the center of the greenhouse.
On that frame knelt Lila, twenty-eight, naked, trembling with equal parts terror and desperate need. Her wrists and ankles were bound by thick, living vines that gently pulsed against her skin. Her thighs were forced wide apart, knees strapped to padded wooden beams, back arched, breasts thrust forward. A thick vine gag rested between her teeth, dripping sweet nectar down he
