A flower is a reproductive organ.
It may look beautiful to human eyes, but biologically speaking, nature's design is that flowers exist for the sake of breeding.
And within them, the stamen and the pistil are, you could say, the flower's genitals worn on the outside.
"Still, even so, this particular flower is a bit much."
The roots are thick. The ones driven down beneath the floor spread far enough to cover the entire dungeon floor. Faces of elves and incubi surfaced all over them.
And then the trunk.
A plant dog's petals were at least pretty on the outside.
The problem was that inside those petals, the tentacle cocks that served as stamens stood upright toward the ceiling, well over six feet long, swaying limply.
And that the dryad serving as the pistil, Asmodine, Seal of Lust, hung there naked and motionless, like something had her under a spell.
"A Seal is ultimately nothing more than a special subordinate. How I use one is entirely up to me."
