Your tongues dance as your bodies press closely together. Then Derek begins to kiss around your neck. All thoughts of the improperness of this flees your mind, leaving only thoughts of pleasure. Derek kisses his way back to your lips.
"May I drink of your sweet nectar?" he asks.
"Nectar?" you ask confused.
"From your blossoming flower."
"I do not understand, but please do with me as you wish."
Derek sank to his knees in front of you. You look down and see your womanhood does indeed have white petals around it like a flower. Your plant-like transformation has gone further, but you have little time to contemplate this before Derek grips your butt cheeks and buries his face into your flower. You feel his tongue enter you and nearly collapse from the pleasure, but manage to brace yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders. The prince's tongue hungrily probes, sending waves of pleasure through your body. At the same time you can feel something flowing from you into Derek's mouth - "drinking your nectar" is literal for you as a plant woman. But you are a virgin princess and this is all very new experiences, even if you had not been cursed.
Lost in the pleasure you don't realize...