The spriggan’s compensation

Oh. Fuck.

The spriggan sends you hurdling down towards the cave floor. The rather hard blow is partially cushioned by the greenery under his influence. A viney tendril emerges from the ground locking your neck in place against the floor. You feel the spriggan’s vines also encircle around your legs, locking them to the ground.

Nonononono

You squirm and wiggle on the ground trying to get a better view of your surroundings. Petra hides at the far edge of the pool seemingly paralyzed with fear. Your gear still sits idle by the edge of the pool, though reaching it is out of the question now. Something long and tendril like brushes against your pussy seemingly readying you for what’s to come.

Last chance to try somethin’!