Anally

As you lean in, tendrils squirming in anticipation, you decide you'd take it slower than your performance with Dana. Taking all her virginities at once had been fun and you'd certainly blown her mind but you didn't want to play a trump card so early. You needed to be patient and wear Miera down with the pleasurable and addictive qualities of your nectar. Hm... if you target an area she wouldn't normally draw pleasure from you could provide both a novel experience and work your way up to more enjoyable experiences... anal it is!

You effortlessly raise her to your "eye" level, spreading her legs till she looks like she's doing a mid-air squat, and sliding your vines higher up her legs. You leave behind a faint dampness as your caress her straining muscles, trailing almost undetectable amounts of Herbal Flow, drawing out the tension as long as you can...

"Ahem." You cast an annoyed glance over at Dana, What? She's frowning up at you, hands on her hips. You're not sure why but the posture immediately sets of alarm bells in your mind. "Could I talk with you for a moment?" You cast a sideways glance at the irate, half-naked witch in your grasp. ...Can it wait? Her eyebrows raise into a sharp V and she taps her foot impatiently. Sighing heavily, you wrap the witch in a dense cocoon of vines and wade over to fallen priestess. Alright, what is it?

"What are you doing?! I thought you were going to kill her for xp!" What?! Why would I kill her now? We went through all the trouble of catching her! She's the most powerful entity I've ever encountered and not only did I defeat her, I took her alive! I'm keeping her as a trophy! What did you think I was doing by not killing her last night? "I thought you were waiting for her to wake up so you could give some villainous monologue!" ...why would I do that? "I don't know! I thought you were trying to spread your fame or something!" First of all: she wouldn't let anyone know I defeated her. Not in a million years. Secondly: she'd hunt me down and exterminate me as soon as she respawned. "Look, I just thought that was your plan OK? I thought it was stupid! But I thought that was what you were planning!"

You rub your head with a vine, exasperated. Ok... fine. So what's your problem with keeping her prisoner? She looks at you incredulously, "You were about to **** her! She's defenseless! How did you think I'd be ok with this? Why do I even have to explain this to you?!" Look, Dana, y'know how I have a vendetta against heroes? She continues to glare up at you, Well, Miera the god molested embodies everything I hate about heroes: she's greedy, arrogant, disrespectful, irresponsible, and lords her power over those weaker than herself. She deserves a lot worse than what I'm about to give her. Her mouth opens to continue scolding you and you slide a tentacle over her lips in a shushing motion, You know full well the atrocities characters like her have committed against my kind, she must be held accountable for her actions. You are not responsible for this woman and you are not obligated to help her. Go for a walk Dana, we can discuss this later. Without waiting for her indignant response, you turn back to the still-struggling "demigod" and resume your position.

You felt a little bad, dismissing Dana like that, but you had a lot of work to do and the sooner you started in on Miera the sooner you could defuse her deadly abilities. Turning your full attention to the job at hand you lean in close as you trail rubbery tendrils across Miera's nether's, tickling the sensitive skin between her legs while rubbing suggestively against her pussy. She starts and squirms against your ministrations, biting viciously at your improvised gag to little effect. Long minutes tick by as you patiently tease your guest, drawing forth a lovely flush across her fair skin and adding a faint note of excitement to her angry grunts. Some time later you can see her start to relax slightly, whether resigning herself to her fate or exhausted from her struggles, and you attack your true target. The slender vine working against her lower lips slides lower, pressing firmly against her perineum as it loops between her legs and prods at her tight rosebud.

The effect is instantaneous: Miera spasms, screaming out profanity through her gag, legs thrashing in their restraints to kick you away. Her muscular rump clenches against your exploratory tendril to no avail, the position of her legs makes it impossible for her to put up any real resistance. With a gentle push and a wiggle you slide the first inch of your thin tentacle into her rectum, drawing out a feminine squeak and a delightful contraction around the tip of your member. You've been leaking Herbal Flow in minuscule quantities for some time now, amplifying the effects of your teasing touch, but now you start leaking a steady stream from the end of your invading tentacle. It was only polite that you supply the lubricant after all.

Her insides were warm and pleasantly damp, though any significant motion would have been difficult without your healing goop. You feel her muscles squeezing against you, **** to remove the intrusion but also coating you in syrupy lubricant. Adopting a corkscrew motion you slowly and steadily spiral deeper into her bowels, her body fighting you the entire way. Her eyes have been mostly screwed shut up to this point but now she fixes you with a glare so intense you inadvertently slow before getting a hold of yourself. She might be at your mercy now but you had no doubt she would roast you alive given half the chance. Speaking of which, Absorb. Herbal Flow. You unload a moderate pulse into her bowels to speed things along and you catch her glare wavering. Oh yeah, she was feeling the effects.

At this point you were squirming past her rectum and into her large-intestine proper. You wouldn't get as much of a response this far in but you pushed onwards regardless. Call it a fetish but you rather enjoyed probing women's depths. Especially if you could make them enjoy it. A thought occurs to you: you could see how far you could go... but then again you had planned on taking it slow. Her struggles were flagging somewhat, probably from physical exhaustion. She'd been fighting your bindings since you woke her up. If her drooping eyelids and flushed skin were any indication she was thoroughly enjoying your probing and the warm glow of the healing nectar. She seemed to be giving in awfully fast, you were almost disappointed. You hadn't even started pumping her yet. Technically this was still your first thrust. It would be amusing to remove the gag and get her first-hand account of the sensations, not to mention a good indicator of where her mind (and willpower) were at. Decisions, decisions...