Camila's fucked by the vines.

Camila was off the ground now. The vines which had so unexpectedly unfurled from the treetops above had a secure grasp of Camila's twisting body and they seemed to be slowly lifting her up.

There were numerous vines curled around her body. There was one vine wrapped around her left ankle, one around her right ankle and one further up, tucked around her right knee. The vines held her legs open. Aaralon could see the powerful mage's cunt. Camila's trim patch of pubic hair was neat and dark. There was no doubt about it. Camila was turned on. The lips of her pussy were red and eager. He was too far away to test but as Aaralon struggled against the rope which held him to the tree, he was sure that if he could touch Camila's cunt he would have found it wet and warm.

The vines around Camila's wrists seemed just as strong. Rather than holding her arms apart the vines around her wrists had her arms bound together, bound together but pulled above and behind her head. Another vine was curled around her neck. The neck vine, thankfully, didn't seem to be preventing the College teacher from breathing but was forcing her to hang forward in the air, causing her to arch her back and thrust her chest out for the vines and towards Aaralon at the tree. The vines had her breasts too. These vines were smaller, thinner and more delicate but just as bold as the rest of the mass of living vegetation which had sprung the ambush from the trees. These mini vines criss-crossed over Camila's large breasts, pulsing and throbbing.

It looked to Aaralon as if the vines covering Camila's breasts where actually working her tits. It looked as if the vines were groping the College mistresses. And it looked as if Camila was enjoying it. If there hadn't been a vine over her mouth she might have been begging for more.

Then Aaralon was sure. The vine between Camila's legs slid deliberately into her cunt. The tapered head of the wrist-thick green vine pushed up and into Camila's pussy. Camila started to rock and twist in her weave of vines. The green shaft between her legs rocked to, it pushed back and forth, sliding in and out of her.

No wonder Camila hadn't been able to mentally **** a spell, she was too distracted. Aaralon was sure she was capable of such a feat but the mental control required for the task would be absolutely impossible if you were being fucked at the same time. It would be impossible to focus. Presumably Camila wanted to be rescued. She might be enjoying the physical sensations but what happened once the vines got her up to the tops of the trees?

He could aport objects! Of course! Aaralon cursed himself for being so distracted - and he was distracted, Camila looked absolutely fantastic and she was held naked in front of him - but he could try and magic the rope from around his wrists!