[michime]

There was another chuckle, deep and low, as the forest watched the plaything climax into the pitcher flower while the plant itself started to pulse. "I need more," the voice exclaimed.  "More, more, more.  I need more," as the flower absorbed the first load making it appear empty.  "Give me more." 

More moss oozed up Dylan's thighs covering his legs from the ankles to hips before the feeling of a thousand little pinches moved up and down the limbs releasing a series of powerful libido increasing substances into the toy.