Yes.

Vivia felt the thick vine pushing hard against her tongue. It was difficult to block its insistent, repeated thrusts, and her own saliva, as well as the sap, was building up so much that she needed to swallow anyway. The sweet taste of the stuff made the urge to give in seem almost pleasant, and she soon decided to let her tired tongue relax, and relented to the plant-girl's intrusion.

All at once her mouth was shoved down onto the vine, making her gag on her attempt to swallow. Eyes wide and jaw straining, Vivia was nearly **** on the phallic protrusion as it pushed past her tongue. She coughed and gagged as the plant-girl brought her back half an inch, only to **** her to take the vine-cock into her throat.

Vivia's eyes were watering along with her mouth—not to mention other places—and her blurry vision was only able to see the smooth pale-green midsection of the plant-girl's trunk, and the base of the obscenely-shaped vine that penetrated her throat. Soon, the vines that held her bound as well as aloft started to rhythmically swing her back-and-forth, making her throat-fuck the one in her mouth.

As she was **** to swallow a steady stream of sap, and let what she couldn't drool down her chin, Vivia found the base of the vine-cock was too solid to bite through, and the indentations she made in the attempt didn't seem to bother the plant-girl in the least. She was left to use what energy she could muster trying to breathe enough to survive the sordid ordeal as her face was repeatedly slammed into the base of the tree with wet, sticky fluid splashing her face with every swing.

It wasn't long before she felt the swinging stop, yet it was followed by being **** onto the vine-cock as far as possible. Vivia was unable to breathe as the phallic plant pulsed inside her, filling her with a viscous substance. She could only gulp it down in her struggle for air, coughing up strands of the stuff to splatter all over her face.

Finally, she was eased off the rigid vine and allowed to breathe. With a gasping, messy cough, Vivia took in a deep breath, focusing all her effort on taking in that much-needed air. Her head hung limp, tongue lolling outside her mouth as fluids drooled down it and her chin. She eventually worked up the energy to lift her head and swallow the last of the secretions that filled her mouth, and realize the vines holding her were slowly lowering her to the forest floor.

Vivia lay face-down on the ground, slowly regaining her breath as the plant-girl descended into the bush once more, retracting its vines. It took a short while for her to recuperate, and when she did, she pushed herself up to her knees, wiping the leaves clinging to her sticky face away with disgust.

There she sat, her breeches indignantly soaked and face covered in gods-knew-what as she glared at the vile bush. She felt defiled, and so very full of the substance it **** into her. But Vivia reminded herself of the job she had to do. She knew she should leave before something else happened to her.