Her pussy

Before she can do more than draw a single shuddering breath, more vines snake out from the bushes, dragging her over onto her back and pulling her limbs apart. Fastidiously you remove your cloak and fold it, enjoying the fear on the woman's features as she strains against the tough plant coils. "We've talked about what you need, Marait. You need more than just pain. You need to be my assistant. You need to betray your friends. But let's talk about what I need." Without another word you kneel down, straddling her hips, already rock hard from your first sight of this woman naked. You lean over her exposed body, running your hands over her skin, touching everything. She writhes underneath you, brushing lightly against the insides of your thighs. It's as sensuous as it is frantic. Grasping her twisting hips with your knees, you reach down, rubbing the top of her bush, down across her clit, flicking it lightly. She gasps, sensitive and unprotected. You slide two fingers inside her and begin to move them in and out of her, your thumb still rubbing across her clit in tiny circles. She moans, fear with a slight tinge of uncontrollable pleasure. You slide you fingers out and she gasps, her hips pressing slightly towards them unconsciously, and you slide yourself into her an inch, the sensation tormentingly teasing. Suddenly she gasps and recoils as if realizing precisely what is happening. As she does you thrust fully into her and she screams in reply as your hips meet roughly, your head pushing against the back of her vulva. Her screams fall off into sobs and you move in her, her writhing body adding additional sensation. Your hands slide across her chest and grasp her breasts, pulling and pinching at the nipples as they redden and begin to stand out. A slap across the chest has her gasping with tears at the corners of her eyes, her ragged breathing in time with yours. You push deeper and faster in her and her body begins to writhe into yours, her limbs taking over control of what her mind refuses. You continue and soon her breasts are pressing up into you, each thrust accompanied by a moan of pain and pleasure from her. Suddenly as you climax she writhes violently under you, her wrist and ankle vines standing taut as she bucks and twists, fighting against an orgasm that swarms out despite her efforts. As you push as deeply as you can into her, shooting your seed into her, she collapses back into the dirt, hanging loosely in her restraints. You slide out of her and run a hand down her side and she flinches away and curls over on her side, squeezing her eyes shut and fighting the memory of her body's compliance. You wave a hand as you stand up, releasing the vines, unworried about any resistance. She lies spent on the dirt floor of the tower.