Give in

You decide you've had enough. 'Let someone else save the world' you think to yourself. Gone are your fears and worries. Gone are your responsibilities. Gone are the people in your hometown and all the people on the Island of Seven Stones. All that is left is your lust for the plant-woman in front of you.

You push the Alraune down on her back and thrust your prick deep inside her. She gives out a devilish giggle, and wraps her arms and legs around you, pulling you close. You kiss her madly, planting your lips everywhere on her face and chest, and willfully ignore the sap that the Alraune pushes into your mouth as you kiss her on the lips. Oblivious to your surroundings and now paralyzed, vines sprout up from the ground and ensnare you, wrapping your body and the Alraune's into a cocoon. You see sunlight for the last time as the ground caves in as you're pulled underground.

For the next thirty-two hours, the Alraune has sex with you nonstop, gloriously draining you of every drop of your cum. Each time you fall limp, the plant pours more sap down your throat, invigorating your body and hardening your cock again. But a person can only go on for so long without food and water. By the end of the sex spree, your body is completely drained of its fluids and you die of dehydration.

The Alraune pushes your dessicated corpse back up to the surface, where it will dissolve into dust and dirt. It then emerges from the ground and begins to whisper its name again, luring more unsuspecting males to their doom...

"Alraune...Alraune..."