The dark dryad’s desires

Yes/No (Even): Is Lux able to escape her situation (last chance)? | [3,6] No and...

Nothing can save her this time...

Lux struggles weakly as the vines continue to tighten their grip, spreading her arms and legs slowly wider. She tries drawing on her magic, but it feels oddly dulled, her reserves of strength exhausted. Or perhaps it is Solana’s dominance over her, those pale eyes holding her transfixed. A fly trapped in a spider’s web, or simply a prey animal cornered by a predator; fight and flight both seem equally hopeless.

“What do you want?” she whispers.

“Mmhmm, well.” Solana tilts her head, mockingly, as if pondering her options. “It might be fun to give you back to the mites, leave you to be their plaything – but they’re frightful enough creatures as they are, without getting fiend blood in their lineage. Ugh, I don’t even want to imagine. No – I’ll have to take care of things myself…”

“Listen – please.” The words tumble out of Lux as she searches for a way to escape whatever’s about to happen. “There’s a naga, a snake-creature – planning to take over this Valley. She’s your real enemy. We can work together to – ”

“You mean Athisz?” Solana shakes her head. “We know all about Athisz. She’s been trying to get into the Valley for some time. We’re preparing a very special gift for her, don’t you worry. But in the meantime, I have something for you, too.”

Amid all the vines winding around the two of them, one in particular catches Lux’s attention – one with an oddly-shaped bulb at its tip. It winds around Solana’s hips twice before looping back, then it emerges up between her thighs – and directly towards Lux’s defenceless pussy. Solana licks her lips in anticipation as she approaches her captive. And as she draws closer, so does the vine…

Lux can only manage a squeak of alarm as that dangerous-looking bulb-head brushes against her entrance. It feels warm and slippery, and its mere touch sends an electric jolt of arousal through her. She stares into Solana’s pitiless eyes, ready to beg but unsure what she would even beg for if she found the words.

Solana’s hand caresses Lux’s cheek. “Yes, you can rest assured that Athisz will get what’s coming to her. Eternal suffering. Whereas for you – ” She places a finger under Lux’s chin, to tilt her head back. “Your sentence will be eternal pleasure.”

Lux’s exhausted, scrambled mind can see no way out. She whimpers as Solana begins to rock her hips, the vine moving with her to tease Lux’s slit. The tip pushing at her folds – penetrating…

And then it’s happening. Lux screams all the air out of her lungs as the thick, slick vine pushes its way into her welcoming vagina, going deep. She can see the light of pleasure in Solana’s eyes, mirroring the growing sense of heat inside herself, her craving to be filled more and more. She has no idea where this will end and it’s difficult to even care. Surrender offers her only release.

“Oooohh, yes!” Solana’s cries of passion are loud and unrestrained as she bucks forward wildly, pounding her hips against Lux’s. Each thrust pushes the vine further, faster – impossibly deep now, its flexibility winding it into places nothing should be able to reach. Lux hasn’t the breath to scream; she pants and grunts pathetically, craving this sensation more and more with every heartbeat.

Solana’s body presses against Lux’s, her skin like delicious silk to the touch. Her breath is hot on Lux’s face as she leans in closer, tongue darting from between her lips, and she lifts up Lux’s chin to go in for a kiss. Even now, the heady scent of the dark dryad, the honeyed taste of her lips, beguile Lux’s senses – primal instincts urge her to give in, no matter how her mind tells her to fight the pleasure. She tries to muster the strength to resist, ready to bite if she gets the chance.

But what invades her mouth isn’t like a tongue. It’s hard and thick, feeling like the vine in her cunt – and with the same ruthless **** it pushes in. Lux’s panicked, gagging cries go unheeded as the long, strong tendril slithers down her throat. And she’s aware of those cries shifting back to pleasured, now very muffled moans as she joins with the nimuein in this bizarre act of passion.

She doesn’t know how long it goes on, the rapture of pleasure and pain, the nimuein moaning wantonly in her own unmitigated ecstasy. Though she gags and chokes, her lungs burning, nothing matters to Lux but the arousal that pulses through her with each deep thrust into her **** vagina, rising heartbeat by heartbeat to an irrepressible crescendo.

Her first orgasm hits her at the same time as Solana’s does. And whether the vines are truly part of Solana or not, they certainly join in this. Lux feels them swell, bulge, and then the rush of hot, sticky fluid – flooding into her from both ends. A torrent, an overwhelming rush, so much that it feels like it will overflow…

Just when Lux is sure she will drown, Solana finally withdraws, pulling the vines out of her mouth and pussy. Instinctively Lux manages to suck in a lungful of air, but the vines are still in full flow, pulsing their – cum? sap? – over her unresisting body, viscous and white. And she has time to realise that more have emerged, pointing down at her, to spray her from every angle; she squeezes her eyes shot before the onslaught begins.

The touch of that sticky substance, whatever it is, sets Lux’s nerves alight with pleasure. Her prolonged climax burns hotter than ever within her as she is coated with layer after layer, able only to groan and squirm. She hangs limp in the vines’ grasp, convulsing helplessly.