Double up. Quite a lot, involuntarily.

The visage of an irate super-witch yelling obscenities at you is somewhat less threatening than she probably realized. The fear factor was somewhat reduced by the trail of nectar oozing down her leg and her well-fucked appearance, both of which she was choosing to ignore. If she had this much energy to cuss you out you clearly weren't meeting tentacle monster standards: she should at least be begging for mercy. You needed to try harder.

You lower her, still cursing, onto her back, pushing her shoulders to the ground while spreading her legs as wide as they could go. Snapping off her bra to quiet her swearing for a moment you resume your taunting, You really aren't very flexible Miera, Dana can do the splits all the way to the ground. I thought there was some kind of heroine regimen you were all required to perform every morning. Guess that's what you get for being so anal retentive and uptight all the time. "S-shut up!" her face twists into a grimace of discomfort but her cessation of profanity is a clear sign that you're moving in the right direction. Why don't we work on getting that tension out of your ass? I'll give you a deep tissue massage... You trace the ring of her rosebud, slipping in with a small amount of effort compared to earlier, and drawing a frustrated growl from Miera. You gradually work your way back to your earlier position and begin slowly thrusting, withdrawing halfway and pushing in again. She grits her teeth and grunts as you let your tendril swell with Herbal Flow, releasing fresh ambrosia to fill her bowels. Small gasps and moans start to escape her as her belly fills with your juices, now seeping deeper as gravity takes over.

When small rivulets of the amber substance start escaping her loosening pucker you up your game. Bringing a second tendril to her opening you rub the lotion into her sensitive skin. Only a handful of moments pass before you feel her start to relax, a low groan accompanying the release of her tensed muscles. Her legs fall a little farther apart, she relaxes farther into your grasp, and her moans come more freely. You enjoy her calm for a moment, drinking in the sight of her moaning on her back, firm breasts rising and falling delightfully with each breath. She's so relaxed, she doesn't even notice when you slip the second vine inside her bowels. Until you start alternating your thrusts. Then she notices.

"Uuuh... Sstoop... S-stop!" You thoroughly enjoy that it even after she notices her increased penetration, it takes her several moments to fully come to her senses. Whew... I had you pretty far under there didn't I? Took you a whole five seconds to wake up all the way. "Fu-aaah... fuck... you... Ohhh..." Just relax Miera... rest in the warm glow... you're not going anywhere... might as well enjoy it... You weren't known for your hypnotic abilities (you really weren't known at all) but at this moment, watching her eyes flutter and her hips rock against your thrusts, you felt like a master.

Miera lets out a throaty moan as you pump another load of nectar inside her, excess liquid squirting out around your thrusts. Her moans have taken on an almost whorish quality were it not for the sheer, lazy bliss underlying every noise she makes. Your steady thrusts make wet sloshing noises with each plunge into her bowels, the whole scene is probably the most erotic experience you've ever had. You make a mental note to take it slower with Dana next time you got around to it.

Later, long after the sun has reached its zenith, you decide you should probably stop. Miera passed out under your ministrations long ago, though it might be more accurate to say she simply fell asleep. Since her default state was throwing curses of one kind or another at you, you decided your efforts were a success. Not that there was much effort involved: you were still juiced up on mana and thanks to the energizing rays of the sun you were even more turbo-charged than this morning.

Gently setting Miera down, careful to bind her tightly to the ground, you admire your handiwork. Miera looked like sex. Tousled damp hair, slightly parted lips, and a warm afterglow left her jaw-droppingly beautiful. She was really something else once she lost the frown and relaxed. Curiously, you weren't actually sure if she orgasmed in that whole ordeal. There had been a few times when she'd moaned especially loud but it was hard to tell if that was her peaking or if she was just reacting to your nectar. You look around abashedly: the entire area was covered, covered, in Herbal Flow. There were actual puddles of the healing substance pooling on the ground. You weren't even tired.

I never thought I'd say this but I should probably get out of the sun. This can't be healthy. Casting a glance at your well fucked ****-in-training you deem that there's no way she'll be up for at least several hours. For now, you have some free time. You could always get some farming done, surely you could wrangle up an imp or two to add to your pool of xp. Then again... Dana still hasn't returned. Maybe you should go look for her.