A bit of a disappointment...

Nothing…

No evil monster waiting to be released or swinging blade about to fall…

She was about to relax when she stopped herself and considered the situation.

“Everything about this trap has been done with thought…and I’ve been played like a stem flute the entire way up till now…It doesn’t make sense for there to be no payoff…So where is it?” She turns toward the girl again “What’s the danger here? The vine bundle…thing?”

The green nymph shook her head and looked down at herself then back up at Scilla. It took a moment to click and then the cool blue fairie arched a white eyebrow.

“You’re the threat? As well as the bait?” The nymph nodded, shame on her pretty face.

Another white eyebrow joined the first and she chuckled despite herself.

“No offense here Green but you don’t look too threatening, what are you going to do? Cum on me?”

An image of that very thing happening suddenly popped into her head, long green legs wrapped around her snow-white hair as she lapped thirstily from that thick wet pussy.

Scilla just realised she was incredibly thirsty, her mouth had gone dry as well and her sweat had stuck her regal spider weave scouting dress to her skin.

“Fucking summer…” She thought idly then shook herself. Such thoughts and feelings were unbecoming of a Lady of the Winter time, much better suited for their summer sisters, flighty and silly with their tiny leaf skirts, barely covering their asses…Someone should spank some sense into them. She ran a tongue over her pale blue lips…

If she had her way, Scilla would wrap them all up in spider silk, pussy exposed of course, dangle them from a high place and just-

“Focus!” She screamed at herself and doused herself in winter magic. Although significantly weaker in the summer, the chill brought on by the magic was enough to calm her down a bit. She sighs and runs a hand through her long tresses.

“Sorry…That wasn’t me…It’s this place…” She began wearily but the Nymph was nodding at her vigorously.

“You…will cum on me?” Scilla said incredulously “That’s the awful fate?” She began to laugh and then stopped herself as she actually thought about it.

The Nymph was obviously full of a considerable amount of magic, specifically geared towards her lust. The magic surge that would be released, probably pretty explosively, when she came would bounce around the small confines of the hollow, right into any hapless fairy that wondered in to help the poor distressed damsel.

Hell, it looked like the vines were actually keeping her on the edge, unsated and perpetually frustrated as a way to build up the maximum amount of magic before unleashing it in one crushing wave.

Scilla had no idea what would happen then…It could cause her to collapse in a puddle of unthinking lust, uncaring as the vines closed in or whatever laid the trap came back and found her, rutting with the air.

“…or against the nymph’s pretty face!”

That was probably the best-case scenario given what she had seen elsewhere in the glade.

She swallowed and forced her voice to be calm,

“If I go forward…disaster…If I got back…disaster…If I go up I get grabbed…and if I stay the ambient corruption seeping into me will probably leave us with one of those same outcomes…Any suggestions?”

To her mild surprise the girl nodded, locked eyes with Scilla, slowly turned her head towards the exit and nodded once.

Scilla grasped the meaning almost instantly, she could in theory just leave…Thanks to the green girl’s warning she hadn’t blundered fully in to the trap. If she was quick, and didn’t trip on the way out, and was a little lucky could make it out of the tree before the Nymph…triggered.

That would mean any excess magic that didn’t bond with the tree would twist entirely on the Nymph alone. Scilla shivered, in what she told herself was fear, to imagine the reaction that much magic would have rebounding in on itself, a tidal wave of lust infused mana coursing through that tight little body.

Scilla bites her lip as something trickles down her inner thigh.

"It's probably just sweat..."