Emmaline gets too close to the vines

The way the tendrils seemed to pulse and shift was almost hypnotic, and Emmaline found herself staring in a trance as they shifted and swirled among themselves. It was like staring into a campfire, constant chaotic movement underpinned by an unidentifiable enchanting beauty. Combined with the lulling rhythmic pulses that passed through them, it was no surprise that Emmaline didn't notice the vines moving beneath her until one was already very nearly wrapped around her leg.

"Oh no!" Emmaline yelped. She jerked backward, lurching backward to try and flee from the wall, but the tendril only had to squeeze down and suddenly she was trapped by the powerful grip around her ankle and calf.

"Oh!" sounded Skye, "Hang in there!"

"B-bad choice of words, maybe!" Emmaline yelled back as she found herself being lifted off the ground. More and more tendrils had wrapped themselves around her, binding her limbs and waist. Although Emmaline struggled against them, they were far stronger than she was, and some part of her almost even didn't want to. She felt safe somehow in their embrace, as if they didn't and couldn't really mean her any harm.

Skye moved quickly to fill up the empty spaces at the bottom of the wall. She added a woman brick and then two random ones before pressing her hand to the print. It filled with warmth, glowing faintly, then... nothing.

Next, the musician pulled the second brick out and spun it around to look for a better symbol. One side pictured two female characters of elegant design, both with their faces buried between the other's legs. She slid it back in, and tried her hand on the print again.

The wall shuddered. It was bigger and better than before but it wasn't enough. "That's progress, I think!" shouted Skye.

"Faster would be nice" Emmaline shouted back. The tendrils from the wall were spilling out into a receptive maw as she was steadily dragged into their embrace. She was taken aback by the sight of it--so many of them. The could engulf her easily, absolutely smothering her in their touch, and Emmaline found herself simply staring dumbstruck.

With their victim no longer resisting, the tendrils had an easy time working their way along her body, shifting up her legs and down her chest to seep beneath the edges of her clothing while more bound her even tighter still.

Skye plucked the third block out from the wall, spinning it around as her mind reeled to make sense of the importance of the symbols. Her mind latched on to one of the faces which seemed to depict a single man, seated on a chair while a dozen or so concubines of elegant design fellated and served him. "That's a pretty common fantasy, I'd bet," she mused a she slid it into the slot.

Once more the living wall moved and the tendrils curled and snaked around Emmaline. The acrobat squeaked as one of the tendrils slipped between her legs, and another handily brushed aside her top, freeing her generous breasts. The tendril wrapped around them, coiling like a snake, it's slimy touch strange, yet not entirely unpleasant if it weren't for her midair suspension.

"Skye!" she warned with a heavy breath to her voice, "What are you even doing?!"

"I don't know!" admitted Skye, "It doesn't seem to be working!"

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