Push her further.

She could keep going. You just had to give her a bit more energy first. What was it again? Ah, yes: Herbal Flow.

To your alarm you feel little bulges ripple down one of your vines. When they reach the end a small burst of thick, honey-colored fluid erupts out, spattering a nearby tree in the syrupy substance. You snort. There was no way that wasn't designed for what you were about to use it for.

Shifting your attention to the vine in Dana's mouth, you pull yourself free, her tongue following you out of her mouth as she tries to maintain contact. Oh yeah. She was in the zone. You push back into her throat, inciting a deep moan of satisfaction from the hyper-stimulated priestess. She deepthroats your vine like a champion, swallowing you down practically to her stomach. Herbal Flow Her eyes open in confusion as she feels the bulges slip past her lips and they widen when she feels you start to discharge directly into her belly. You hone your focus to keep the fluid pumping, burning through mana at an accelerated rate to maintain the ability.

Slowly you start to pull back from her stomach, still pumping great gobs of the nectar down her esophagus. Arousal and confusion war for control over her expression but the warm glow of HP recovery relaxes her back into her pleasure-daze. You hold for a minute in her mouth, watching in delight as her cheeks slowly expand despite her attempts to swallow it all. Then you pull out and finish across her face and chest, painting her front with the thick syrup. She gasps for breath but her strength already seems to be returning, her hips are once more trying to impale her on your teasing roots.