Get closer and attack

The plant woman drags you closer and closer by one wrist and one ankle as you continue to fend off the vines still trying to wrap around you. Another one lashes at your neck and you are barely able to keep it from wrapping around your throat. You decide that the only sensible option is to wait for the plant woman to drag you very close. When you're in reach, you can lash out at the human portion of her body, armless and extending from the grotesque bulb that is slowly swallowing up the unfortunate man.

More and more vines close in around you and your battle with them becomes ****. Your legs are particularly ****. You keep kicking away vines, but in a matter of a minute or so the plant girl coils one around your calf and another around your thigh. The vines tighten, dragging you more quickly towards her.

"Give up," sneers the plant woman. "I have you now."

"Go to hell!" you shout, but your heart pounds in your chest with fear. You know she is right. More vines are closing in and you know you can't keep fighting them off. They lash at you, opening more slashes and injecting more poison that weakens your limbs and dulls your senses. You cry out in frustration as the vines begin toying with you, plucking at your clothing and reducing your shirt and shorts to ribbons.

You gasp again as a vine snakes beneath the back strap of your bra and pulls roughly on it, digging the soft cups into your pert breasts until the strap tears. Another vine immediately tears the bra away. Multiple vines slither up your now-trapped legs and plunge into the legs of your panties, shredding them so that just a tattered ring of elastic and a few cotton scraps remain around your waist.

The plant woman begins to lift you towards her. You are feeling strangely woozy, your mind fading into a lusty cloud, but you are aware enough to know that this is your moment. She pulls you right up to her jutting bosom and dark-green nipples and smiles at you. All you can think is how beautiful she looks as you pull back your fist to smash her in the face. She laughs as vines wrap around your wrist, elbow and bicep. You sigh, falling limp in the binding vines as your last chance for escape passes you by.

"Now the real fun can begin," mocks the plant woman. "We have some time to get acquainted."

You look down at the ground several feet below you and see the head and shoulders of the man finally disappearing into the vulva entrance of the plant woman. The lips fold around him, although you can still hear him moaning and groaning with idiot pleasure through the fleshy bulb of the plent woman.

Vines **** you anew, this time they are slippery with a sap-like liquid that they smear over your breasts and face and thighs. A vine rubs like practiced fingers against your tender slit, massaging your mound and stroking against your straining clit. Vines encircle your breasts, squeezing roughly as more vines flick at the pink pebbles of your nipples. You moan with pleasure, parting your lips in a haze of lust as the plant woman pulls your face to hers. Her lips part and a syrupy kiss meets yours, her tongue long and agile, forcefully sliding into your mouth.

The syrupy vines slather their slippery juices all over your breasts and your firm ass, coating your thighs and your aching cunny until you are dripping with the glistening liquid. Your eyes go wide and you moan agains the plant girl's kiss as vines squirm between your cheeks and thighs and press at your cunt and tight asshole. They squirm up your hungry pussy, two and then three, twisting and wriggling as they push all the way to your cervix and beat against your clit.

Simultaneously, a vine pushes past the ring of your asshole and invades your bowels. It is followed by another and another. Then a fourth. You feel as if both holes will be split open by the fucking and twisting vines, but instead you cum, hard, bucking in midair among the squirming web of vines.

You are pulled away from the plant girl's human-like upper body so she can watch as you are violated by her vines. She laughs and forces a particularly thick one into your mouth and down your throat. They throb and pulse, spurting milky yellow liquid up your ass, deep into your cunt and down your throat. So much gushes down your throat your flat tummy stretches. Your bowels and cunt feel impossibly full of the vine-spunk and as they fuck in and out the juices begin slopping out of your stretched holes.

The vines assaulting you do not care how many times you cum. They do not care that their spunk is pouring from your mouth and down your chin or coating your thighs and ass. They keep fucking long after you have lost your mind, your last rational thought a flash of resigned anger at the plant woman as she laughs at you.

It takes many hours for the plant girl to digest her first victim. By then the monster hunter has forever lost her mind to the pleasure of the invading vines. The plant girl gives her a last kiss before opening her bulb and slowly pulling the woman inside. The molesting intensifies within her as the plant girl's digestive juices coat the unfortunate monster hunter. She perishes in a haze of pleasure and her body is reduced to nutrients by the ravenous plant girl. Her bulb rumbles and a belch travels up to her mouth.

"Excuse me," giggles the plant girl. She has a satisfied smile as her bulb begins to slowly grow larger and sprout more and more vines thanks to the soup of nutrients filling her stomach.