Resist and try to save the man

Your senses are dulled and your willpower is weakened by the intoxicating aroma of the hybrid woman. She is so beautiful looming over you like an angel. Her smell is so wonderful. Pleasing her in every way is your only concern.

You are so compelled by this unnatural lust that you actually begin to climb into her pitcher as she gloats over you. Suddenly, you realize what is happening and leap down. She wails and tries to seize you with her flailing arms, but you dodge out of reach. She does not have vines like the other plant, instead relying on her passive trap and the aphrodisiac scent to lure prey to their doom.

"Come back," she cries as you back away. "I am so hungry!"

You turn to the other plant. Her attention is focused on the poor man in her grasp. His legs have already been thrust into the vulva-shaped entrance of the plant's bulging bulb. Moving tendrils are visible within and a steady flow of yellowish mucus seeps out, lubricating the man as he is pulled inside her inch-by-inch. He is awake, but completely out of his mind withe pleasure. His head lolls and his eyes are rolled back in the head. His cock, still hard and almost purple in color, is being constantly milked and tugged by the slithering vines. As you approach, his prick twitches and spurts out another load of cum that is quickly gathered by the vines and conveyed inside the bulb.

"Yes," moans the woman atop the bulb. "I can feel you slipping inside me. And when you are within me you will feel so wonderful. I will give you a **** of pleasure."

"Not so fast, Veggie Tales!" you shout and stomp your heel on one of the vines. The fibrous tendril snaps and begins leaking milky liquid. The plant woman howls in outrage and pain. Vines lash out at you. You jump over one and dodge another. You're almost close enough to the bulb to grab the man's arms. You'll have to get the vines off them first.

"Bitch! He's mine!" screams the hybrid.

More vines lash out at you, this time tearing your clothes with painful whipping motions. Blood wells from wounds that almost immediately swell up with the venom of the woman. You feel yourself getting woozy, but she has not injected enough to incapicitate you like the man still being jerked off as he is pulled into her bulb.

You grab the next vine that comes at you and twist it violently, severing the last several feet of woody plant tentacle. The woman screams again and lashes out again. This time her attack comes from several different directions and it is impossible to avoid. One of her vines wraps tightly around an ankle and another wraps around your wrist.

"I have you now," she sneers. "Once I'm done with him I'll make a meal out of you."

Her vines yank on your limbs, dragging you closer. More vines are squirming around you, trying to wrap around your other ankle and your other wrist. You are expending a lot of energy just fighting them off and keeping the vines away from your neck. You realize you may only have moments to act to save yourself as you can feel more of her venom soaking through your skin.

You think you might be able to pry the vine off of your wrist and then free your ankle, but doing that risks exposing your neck. The other possibility is to keep your hand free and let her drag you closer and at the last moment attack her head and chest. Those parts of her are human, so they have to be ****, right?