She accepts

"Yes, I'd like to keep an eye on this monster." Asriana says as Citrinas casts the spell, sending the 5 of them into her domain. Meanwhile, your second body is trying to gain its bearings as it finds itself in a vast estate containing a three story mansion and a sparkling lake. Your body is currently in the front yard, the roots somehow already embedded within the earth just outside the estate. To your surprise, you can feel the soil is rich with nutrients while an artificial sun shines down on you, permitting you to once again produce potions. Mere moments after you arrive, you spot Citrinas, Asriana, and the rest of the elves appear in the garden. While the elves are surprised to find the frigid wasteland replaced with a warm estate mid-spring, Citrinas is far more fascinated with your presence.

With a snap of her fingers, you feel the soil around your body and the fluid storage sacks shift away, giving the girls an unadulterated look at your true form. You almost feel embarrassed as Citrinas walks over to one of your tentacles and begins stroking it. Despite her lack of experience, the caress of her soft hands is more than enough to get you riled up.

"Look, even with a maiden stroking it, it stays docile." She said as you feel a droplet of precum fire out of your tentacle. With your size, however, that single drop is enough to make a vast puddle on the ground next to Citrinas, the musky smell filling the area. Spotting the growing pile of cock slime, she studies it before rubbing her chin. "It seems it's still physically capable of reproduction, it just lacks the will." She says as Asriana and the rest of her cohorts continue to feign ignorance of your true nature.

"A-alright. But I still think you should leave it alone. Those sacks could be filled with toxins." She says as Citrinas nods.

"Of course. That's why you four are here." She says, reaching into her coat and handing each of them a bottle. "I'm going to investigate each sack and test them out. This potion is amrita. It can neutralize anything that's poisonous or paralytic." She reassures as she makes her way to one of your fluid sacks. Producing a syringe, she stabs it into the sack and begins withdrawing fluid from it for study.

Thinking on your feet, you use all of the will in your body to begin sucking up nutrients in the soil and focus both dungeon cores on your potion production skill. Flooding that pouch with freshly concocted potions, you watch as the the skin of the pouch abruptly tears open, drenching Citranas with the entire contents. You watch eagerly as some of it enters her mouth, while the rest of it seeps into her skin and clothing. The effect is worsened by your incredible production rate, continuing to spray her until she escapes the splash zone. Of course, it's too late for her to avoid the effects of your ****.