Chapter 4: Her Nectar, Her Nature

The alien jungle throbbed with life.

Soft, pulsating lights from giant crystal trees shimmered overhead, casting a violet glow on the dew-drenched leaves. Strange whispers echoed through the thick air — not voices, but the song of the planet itself.

Reon stood there, shirtless, chest heaving with heat. His skin was slick with sweat and mist, muscles trembling with a tension he didn't fully understand.

He had faced monsters.

He had crossed blood-soaked bridges.

But now — standing at the edge of this glowing pool — he felt fear for the first time.

Not the fear of death.

The fear of desire too deep to escape.

The water stirred.

And from it, she emerged.

Selyva, the Second of the Abyss Eight.

An alien goddess of lust, born from stars and secrets.

Her skin shimmered like molten amethyst. Her long hair floated behind her in tendrils of liquid smoke. Her body was tall, curvaceous, but inhuman in its perfection — no blemishes, no lines — like a statue carved by something that had never seen a human, yet somehow imagined beauty flawlessly.

But Reon wasn't staring at her face.

His eyes locked on the space between her thighs — and there, he saw it.

Not a pussy.

Not in the human sense.

This was something alive.

It was the Eryna.

A soft, blooming core of bio-organic flesh, layered in glowing folds like petals of a forbidden flower. It wasn't still — it breathed, pulsed gently, like it had a heartbeat. It shifted slightly open, revealing wet, glistening textures within, slick with a fluid that shimmered in faint gold and purple hues.

Reon's breath caught. His body stiffened.

"That's…" he whispered, stunned.

Selyva's lips curled into a smile.

"You're staring. Does it frighten you, Reon?"

He swallowed. "No. It's… mesmerizing."

She stepped forward, hips swaying with impossible grace. As her legs parted slightly, her Eryna responded instinctively — the inner folds unfolded like petals in bloom, revealing coiling tendrils lightly twitching from within. They were small, soft, and wet — glistening with a thick, syrup-like fluid that dripped slowly down her thighs.

A scent filled the air.

Sweet. Addictive. Warm and floral, with a sharp, electric edge.

It struck Reon's brain like a drug.

"What… what is it?" he asked, stepping closer without realizing.

Selyva tilted her head. Her voice was low, soothing.

"It's not a vagina. It's a Sensory Core Organ. We call it the Eryna. It tastes, feels, learns... remembers."

Her hand slid between her thighs. She stroked the edges of her folds with two fingers, slowly, lovingly — and the Eryna responded. The inner flesh curled toward her touch, clinging to her fingers with hunger. When she pulled away, her hand dripped with glowing nectar.

She raised it to Reon's lips.

"Here," she whispered. "Taste what only one in a million men have ever tasted."

Reon hesitated — but only for a second. Her fingers entered his mouth.

The taste...

It was warm. Thick. Sweet like fruit nectar, but with a strange fizz beneath it — like a slow-burning fire under his tongue. It numbed him for a second, then sent waves of heat through his spine. His knees weakened.

"You react well," Selyva purred, her other hand caressing his chest. "That's good. Because the Eryna doesn't just take your seed... it feeds on it. It learns your body, your desires… and it remembers them forever."

Reon looked down again — the Eryna pulsed, the tendrils slowly swaying in anticipation. Every part of her pussy was alive — dripping, twitching, glowing faintly as it synced with his presence.

"And when it finds the right one..." she whispered into his ear, "it wraps around him. It drinks him. And it makes sure he never forgets us."

Reon's heart was pounding out of control. His mind blurred between lust and wonder. He could feel the pull now — not just in his body, but his soul. She wasn't seducing him.

She was claiming him.

The air was charged.

Every breath Reon took was soaked in the scent of her. His lips still tingled with the taste of her nectar, and deep inside him, something ancient stirred — something primal.

Selyva stepped closer, until her body pressed against his. Her warmth didn't feel like human heat — it was radiant, alive. Her skin vibrated slightly, as if her heartbeat wasn't one, but many, flowing through her body in currents.

She looked up into his eyes, her expression soft now. Not seductive. Not playful.

Honest.

"You're not just giving me your body," she whispered. "You're about to give me a piece of your soul."

Reon swallowed hard. "Then take it."

He felt her fingers at his waist, pulling his pants down slowly. His erection stood firm, pulsing in rhythm with the jungle's hum. The moment his shaft touched the warm mist of her Eryna's scent, it twitched — almost instinctively drawn forward.

Selyva sank down to her knees.

Her hands guided him closer to her core, her eyes never leaving his.

And then — the Eryna bloomed.

It opened wider than before, glistening with thick trails of nectar. Inside, the glowing folds curled like velvet petals. Thin, wet tendrils slowly uncoiled from the center, each one twitching eagerly — waiting for contact.

Reon stepped forward — and the moment the tip of his cock touched her, the Eryna moved.

It wasn't like entering a normal girl.

It was like being welcomed.

The tendrils reacted instantly, curling gently around his shaft, guiding it into her slick core with slow, deliberate precision. Her inner walls were warm — no, hot — textured with soft ridges and slick membranes that massaged him with each inch he sank deeper.

And then… he felt it.

A sudden, wet suction around his tip — like a kiss from inside. The Eryna pulled at him, tasted him, teased him. It pulsed around his length, hugging and releasing in a rhythm that made his vision blur.

Selyva moaned — not from her throat, but from her whole body. Her skin shimmered brighter, her spine arched.

"Yes…" she whispered. "You're inside… perfectly."

Reon gasped as the inner tendrils began moving, sliding along his shaft, wrapping in slick, wet spirals. They weren't aggressive. They were tender. Curious. As if they were learning him — memorizing every twitch, every heartbeat.

"I can feel your memories," Selyva said breathlessly, her hands resting on his chest. "Your childhood… your pain… your hope."

Her hips began to move slowly, but it wasn't just thrusting. The Eryna danced with him — her folds tightened, then softened, the tendrils shifting to create new sensations each second. Wet noises echoed through the clearing — soft, lewd sounds of flesh meeting flesh, of slick fluids mixing in sacred rhythm.

Reon moaned, unable to hold it in.

"Fuck… it's so wet... so warm... it's drinking me."

"Yes," Selyva said. "It's how we connect. How we survive. Your seed is more than fluid… it's memory. And I'll carry yours in me forever."

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him deeper. The inner walls squeezed him, fluttering and pulsing like a heartbeat in harmony with his own.

He wasn't just fucking her.

He was being absorbed.

Loved.

Consumed.

Every time he moved, he sank deeper into a bond he couldn't explain — and didn't want to escape.

And her pussy… her Eryna… responded with love. With hunger. With purpose.

Reon was lost.

His hips moved on instinct, driven not by lust alone, but by a connection that had wrapped around every nerve in his body. Selyva held him close, her arms around his neck, her eyes glowing with soft violet light.

Each thrust drew a reaction not just from her — but from the Eryna itself.

It wasn't just a pussy anymore.

It was alive.

It moved with him, for him.

The glowing folds rippled with every motion, tendrils slithering lovingly around his shaft, teasing the underside, stroking the base, even tightening around the crown. Each one pulsed with wet slickness, making every movement feel like he was being pulled into something deeper than a body.

It was like a whole ecosystem of pleasure, and he was trapped inside its rhythm.

Selyva gasped into his ear.

"Deeper… Reon, don't hold back. Let it in. Let me have you."

He was close.

Too close.

His balls tightened. His spine arched.

Her inner walls clenched around him with sudden intensity — like her pussy knew. The Eryna began to flutter wildly, milking his shaft with waves of pressure that no human girl could imitate. The tendrils locked on, squeezing, wrapping, sucking.

And then—

He came.

Reon roared, hips jerking, as his cock erupted inside her with violent force. Hot streams of semen shot deep into the glowing abyss — but the Eryna wasn't just filled.

It drank.

Every pulse was matched with a wet slurp — the core pulling at him, extracting his seed with greedy purpose. The glow inside her folds turned brighter, shifting from violet to burning gold. Selyva's body trembled, her nails digging into his back.

Her voice broke into a moan — but there was more than pleasure in it. There was transformation.

The nectar flowing from her Eryna grew thicker, glowing brighter. Her thighs trembled, her body arched backward, her mouth opened in a silent cry as the Eryna sucked the last drop from Reon's cock with slow, wet pulses.

Then… stillness.

Reon collapsed forward, gasping against her neck. His cock throbbed weakly inside her as her folds finally loosened their grip. Her inner walls slowly stopped pulsing, and the tendrils curled back inward, relaxed and satisfied.

He could feel her heartbeat… no, multiple heartbeats… vibrating softly under her skin.

"…It accepted you," Selyva whispered, her voice almost fragile.

Reon lifted his head. "What… what happens now?"

She looked into his eyes. Her pupils were glowing gold now, swirling slowly — like the stars had changed inside her.

"I carry you now," she said. "Your essence, your past, your warmth. It's inside me — deeper than memory."

She placed a hand on her stomach. "The Eryna doesn't just feed on seed. It binds souls. We're linked now. Even if you die… a part of you will live within me forever."

The jungle around them pulsed softly — as if the planet itself had felt the moment.

Reon didn't speak. He didn't need to.

Their breaths synced. Their heartbeats aligned.

And inside her…

The Eryna glowed faintly.

Still pulsing.

Still remembering.