The vines retreated, leaving Ciara's body sticky and spent.
The professor conjured a gentle stream of water, droplets cascading over their skin as they kissed.
The coolness was a stark contrast to heat of their passion, a soothing balm that only served to stoke the fire between a teacher and her student.
As they cleaned each other off, their hands grew more intimate, exploring the curves and valleys of their bodies.
"You have so much to learn," Pomona murmured, her thumb brushing against Ciara's clit.
The girl's eyes snapped open, her breath catching in her throat.
"And I want to learn it all," Ciara said, her voice filled with determination, "I want to be part of this... this world....your world Professor Sprout."
Pomona's smile couldn't help but grew wider, she was going to corrupt this girl to her limits until she breaks, "You will," she promised, "You will."
Their lips met again, their tongues dancing as water washed away the evidence of their naughty.
The Mandrakes watched, their leaves fluttering in approval. The bond between two women grew stronger, a thread that would tie them to garden forever.
"Show me," Ciara begged, her eyes shimmering with thoughts she never had before, "I want to know everything."
Pomona's hand slid down to Ciara's waist, guiding her to stand, "Then we shall begin your lessons," she murmured, her breath hot against the girl's skin, "Strip for me, my sweet."
The brunette's clothes fell away, leaving her naked and exposed before the woman and her plants.
She felt a thrill of fear mixed with lust, vulnerability only serving to heighten her arousal.
"Now, sit," Professor instructed, pointing to floor.
Ciara obeyed, her legs spread wide.
The vines grew more insistent, slithering up her body to cup her breasts, their roughness a stark contrast to softness of the human touch.
"Oh, God!" she gasped as a Mandrake root slithered towards her pussy.
"Welcome it," Pomona purred, her eyes never leaving young girl's desperate in front of her, "Let it feed."
The root latched onto Ciara's clit, the sensation making her scream "Fuck!" she moaned, her body writhing with pleasure, "It's so... intense."
"YAAAARGH!" A mix of a shriek and a cry, loud and unsettling.
The vines grew thicker, more tendrils sliding into her wetness, "Take it all," Ciara pleaded, her hips bucking, "P-please, don't stop!~ I am too far gone to stop now!"
"haha!" Pomona chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down Ciara's spine, "Greedy little slut," she murmured, her hand reaching down to pinch the girl's nipple, "But I like that about you, Miss Williams."
The vines responded to woman's touch, their movements becoming more erratic.
Ciara could feel herself being filled, the vines stretching her to the brink of pain.
But it wasn't pain, it was something else—a deep, primal need that only the plants could satisfy.
"Mommy," she whispered, the word slipping from her lips unbidden.
"Mmnh... mmnh...!"
The Mandrakes' roots grew more eager, suction on her nipples increasing. The vines inside her tightened, their movements growing more forceful.
The room was alive with sounds of their passion-- slap of skin against skin, wet squelch of vines moving in and out of Ciara's pussy, and the low, guttural moans of woman and the girl.
The plants' cries grew louder, their leaves trembling with excitement.
"Cum for me," Ciara begged, her voice a desperate whine, "Please, I need it!"
The vines responded to her plea, their movements growing even more frenzied.
The pressure inside her built until she thought she would burst, "I'm gonna CUM!" she screamed, her body bowing off the stool.
With a final, powerful thrust, vines released their grip, their tendrils pulsing with force of her orgasm.
"Merlin FUCK!" Ciara's screams filled the greenhouse as she rode the waves of pleasure, her body a slave to the whims of the plants.
As she came down from her high, she felt a warmth spread through her chest.
The Mandrakes had finished feeding, their roots retreating from her breasts with a pop.
The vines grew still, their leaves fluttering gently as if in a lover's embrace.
Pomona was still watching her with a gentle smile on her face, it was really unnerving at the same time.
The young girl looked up at her, cheeks scarlet and her eyes resembling as if she accepted her defeat, "Thank you," she breathed, her voice filled with a newfound reverence, "I'll never forget this night."
The professor leaned in, her lips brushing against Ciara's ear, "Remember, this is just a first taste. There's so much more to explore."
The two women stood, their bodies sticky with evidence of their shared passion.
Ciara allowed the professor to help her dress, her body still trembling from the intensity of her experience.
The vines had retreated into the shadows, greenhouse once again looking innocent and serene.
But she knew the truth now—the garden was a place of lust and power, and she had been initiated into its secrets.
"Ready?" Pomona asked, her eyes gleaming, to make this girl just like her.
"Ready." Her voice trying to be strong.
The professor took her hand, leading her through the maze of plants, "You'll see. But remember, once you cross this line, there's no going back."
They reached a hidden door, shrouded by vines and leaves.
It swung open to reveal a chamber unlike anything Ciara had ever seen—a place where the lines between human and plant blurred.
The air was thick with scent of sex and soil, the walls lined with writhing vines and pulsating with life.
In center of the room, a large, plush bed was surrounded by a circle of Mandrakes, their leaves fluttering in anticipation.
"Behold," Pomona announced with a flourish of her hand, "the heart of my garden."
The young girl's eyes widened, taking in the erotic scene before her. "What happens here?" she asked, her voice a mix of awe and fear.
"Here, we indulge in the most carnivorous of desires. Fufu~~!"
The vines grew thicker, more insistent, slithering up Ciara's body and coiling around her breasts.
"Let them feed," Pomona instructed, her own nipples hard and leaking with milk, "Let them taste the sweetness of your youth."
Ciara moaned as roots of the Mandrakes attached themselves to her, sensation making her knees buckle, "Oh, God, not again!" she gasped as they began to suckle.
The professor watched with a hungry gaze, her hand sliding down to stroke her own swollen kit-----
The vines grew bolder, sliding into Ciara's panties and teasing her, "Ah!" she screamed, the sensation too much to bear, "Please, I can't take it."
"You can," Pomona assured her, her own breathing growing ragged, "I will make you take it!"
The young girl felt the vines thicken, their movements more deliberate as earth filled her pussy, "You are their nest. It want to leave eggs inside you."
"WHAT?!"
The Mandrake roots grew more demanding, their suckling turning to biting, "Shit shit!" she begged, her voice a desperate cry, "Please, don't leave eggs!"
With a flick of her wand, the vines retreated, leaving Ciara's body trembling with the horror of what she just heard, "Thank you!"
"No, it's your turn."
The brunette looked down at the hungry plants, their roots waving in the air like tiny hands, "What do I do?" she asked, her voice shaking.
The vines around her tightened once more in a frenzy, pushing her closer to the bed, their tips sliding into her mouth again.
"Swallow," Pomona instructed, her voice a dark contrast to what she used in her classes to motivate first years.
Ciara did as she was told, the taste of vines' nectar mixing with her own juices. The room was a blur of green and brown, the sounds of suckling and slurping filling her ears.
"Grkk... guh."
Her eyes started to droop again.
...
Several hours later.
"Cough! Gack! Hrkk..."
Ciara was being used to put the eggs just like Professor Sprout told about her earlier, her belly visible to naked eyes being inflated with something very hard inside, and moving.
Professor herself could be seen doodling on a stool, and using the girl as her eye candy to massage her body.
The vines grew thicker, more cocks pushing into her mouth and pussy, her moans and screams muffled by the plant's embrace.
"Mouummy, zis huu uch.....!"
No answer was given to her just like every time she tried to complain regarding her stomach hurting.
Pomona watched her protégé with pride, knowing that she had created something truly special, "You are the future," she whispered to the young girl, her hand caressing a particularly large vine that seemed to be buried inside her own arse.
And Ciara knew it was true. For she had become one with the garden, her body a vessel for the most carnivorous of desires of doing nature's work of giving birth to several Mandrakes over the weeks, months.....
And she reveled in it, her heart swelling with a dark, primal joy, "Mommy," she would murmur to the plants, "Do you want a sister?"
The professor would watch, her own hand buried in her pants, as Ciara's body was claimed over and over again, giving birth to several creatures to fill the Greenhouse.
"The plants adore you." She would naturally give her extra credit, and praise in class.
And Ciara did adore them in return.
She would whisper sweet nothings to Mandrakes born from inside her body as they suckled, her hips bucking against the vines that filled her.
"I love you," she would say, her voice filled with genuine affection to the children, "Thank you for choosing me."
The plants seemed to respond, their movements growing more gentle, more loving.
And in those moments, she felt a connection to earth that went beyond mere physical pleasure.
It was as if she had tapped into the very lifeblood of the planet.
The rumors spread like wildfire through the hallowed halls of Hogwarts.
Professors and students alike spoke in hushed tones of the strange noises that echoed from greenhouse at night.
Some said it was just the plants growing, others spoke of dark magic.
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