No.

Vivia grimaced in defiance, looking up past a furrowed brow to meet the plant-girl's non-eyes. She made a noise of rejection as she shook her head just before the slick petals it wore like a cunt. The passionless countenance looming over her vine-bound form tipped forward another inch.

“Drink...” came the command once more. The vines squeezed her from her shoulders to her knees, wrapping her completely. Only her head and shoulders remained with any degree of freedom, and that she did her best to angle away from the flower.

Determined not to give in, Vivia kept her mouth shut. The tingling and drooling persisted, but she was able to do that much. It seemed to **** the plant-girl to try a new tact, lifting her and shaking her in other directions, each movement ending with her face being mashed against the sticky floral slit. Vivia grunted and groaned in protest, though never yielded her mouth to the sap.

After a while her face was a slimy mess, and the air was thick with that sweet scent, but other than a bad hair day she seemed to have withstood her time as a face-dildo unscathed. She was held still for a time, but soon the vines holding her began to sag, lowering her tightly-bound body below the plant-girl's flower, and to the leafy floor.

She didn't dare voice any of the myriad imprecations she was wont to expel toward her captor, lest the opportunity of her parted lips be taken advantage of. Instead she glared with some smugness, seeing no trace of a smile in the plant-girl's faux-face. Then, the dripping flower's wetness increased, and soon it was trickling with clear sap.

Vivia was hit by a stream of it as it began to flow in earnest, and her face was quickly soaked in liquid. She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt her face flush with indignation. She made muffled noises beneath the sticky shower, feeling the stuff run down her head and neck, into the cracks between the vines binding her. It came in squirting waves, drenching her in wet warmth and heady honey.

Her writhing grew frantic as she felt it soak into her clothes. The plant-girl seemed done with getting her to drink, resorting to supplying her honey in abundance whether her mouth was open or not. Vivia managed to get her face angled away as she whined in resignation to the fountainous flower, peeking up with one squinting eye to see a haughty smirk on the creature's face. She huffed through her grimace, flinching as a splash of sap caught her cheek again.

The plant-girl's budding breasts appeared to deflate as the squirting fell to a trickle. Its glistening flower was left dripping, evidently impuissant, as its purple-green lips above parted in a slight sigh. Vivia groaned in the slick vines, sopping wet down to her breeches. The vines finally fell away, and she was left sitting in a puddle on the forest floor, drenched and slimy.

The moment it seemed the plant-girl was done with her, Vivia pushed unsteadily to her feet and staggered back the way she'd come, not willing to risk it ensnaring her again. She shook the dripping sap from her hair and pushed her way through the brush, wiping her face off with equally sticky hands. As she moved, she felt her tunic chafe, the wet cloth rubbing her chest uncomfortably. She looked down to see her nipples standing stiff, tingling and sensitive in the sap. She suppressed a moan, knees wobbling as she found her breeches clinging to her skin similarly.

She needed to get off—get the sap off... She was so wet—soaked—her clothes! She found it hard to think straight... Her skin tingled all over. She had to do something...