No.

With a defiant stare, Vivia bit down on the vine as hard as she could, severing the bulbous head with a crunch and blinking as sap spurted over her face. The plant-girl seemed to have no reaction as she spit out the bitter stem, along with as much of the sticky sap as she could. It was impossible to avoid swallowing, however, but at least it wasn't entirely detestable in its taste.

When next Vivia locked eyes with the plant-girl, she noticed its smile had faded. Now it simply held a curious look in its bright, purple eyes. She thought she might be spared the violation for a short moment, but then the vines holding her body started lifting her again, moving her about to flip her around so she was facing up now, with her legs closer to the tree.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she stammered with wide, angry green eyes. She earned no reply as the vines that were wrapped around her legs started moving in opposite directions, prying her legs apart before the calm face of the she-flower. Vivia hadn't noticed just how... lubricated she had gotten. The stain upon her breeches made it look like she damn-near wet herself.

She already figured out what to expect. The plant was determined to put something inside of her, and it knew more than one way to go about the task. Vivia cursed the warped magic that spawned in these vile places as a sinuous green tendril managed to slip around the waist of her breeches and pull them down.

The vines that held her legs then began moving in a corkscrew, dragging her clothing off her and leaving her half-naked. Her protests were slurred by a mouthful of saliva, and her exposed sex was even dripping her own fluids onto the forest floor. Soon enough, she was brought back up to the plant-girl's “body”, where she noticed its torn member had been reinforced with smaller vines. She struggled, yet was helpless to escape the winding grip of the sentient plant.

Vivia grit her teeth as her body was **** upon the slick, rigid protrusion, her legs splaying out farther around the tree as she was pulled as close as possible. She felt it slide into her tight cunt with relative ease, aided by the excessive lubrication her body was enduring. The vines pulled her against the plant-girl's phallus with a constant pressure, even when she could come no closer. The vine inside her felt ribbed and bumpy, and she thought it might even be pleasurable were her lover more delicate.

Suddenly her upper body was swung up, and she came face-to-face with the plant-girl, her chest pressed against its. She sneered and snarled, yet it just stared with that serene smile once again affecting its floral features.

She spit in its face. It didn't react. Trying to lean in closer to bite it only succeeded in pressing its tits hard enough for more liquid to spray out and drench her tunic. She resigned to staring crossly and catching her breath, but it wasn't long before she felt movement on its part.

The plant-girl's vine of a cock started pistoning into her sopping pussy, evoking a surprised and **** moan from Vivia. The motion slowly sped up, and she soon found herself reflexively bucking her hips against the plant. She didn't want to, but her body gave in to the pleasure, and she couldn't stop until she finally climaxed with a shuddering moan of relief. She saw the plant-girl's smiling lips part, and its eyes fell half-lidded.

The plant-girl didn't stop fucking her, though, and she felt it going even deeper up her cunt, driving her toward a second orgasm. She bit down on her tongue as she groaned in pleasure, yet just before she came again, it suddenly stopped moving inside of her, and her body was flipped with such speed she didn't even know it had happened before her gasping mouth was filled with the big, bulbous vine and **** to swallow a load of sticky-sweet sap.

She gulped reflexively, gagging when the thing slid so far back in her throat it started bypassing her tongue entirely. She couldn't think past her pussy being on the edge of orgasm, and could only moan around the vine as it fulfilled its instinct. She briefly noticed the lack of air, and the thought that she would pass out registered somewhere behind the painstakingly interrupted pleasure, and the sweet sap pouring into her stomach.