She submits.

The voice at the back of her head screamed at her to resist, but the voice grew weaker with each thrust. And after all - why should Gilly wish herself anywhere else than in this wonderful dream? She closed her eyes and gave herself away to the pleasure. Her mind conjuring up images of Robar, Pollevon and Barneck, pushing her into the hay in the barn, filling her with their dicks. One hard cock in her pussy, another one buried in her ass, the third one between her lips. Hands reaching for her full breasts, squeezing and massaging them...

The plump girl moaned and sighed, while the vines were sliding in and out of her and other vines held her tightly in place. The flower blasted more pollen and semen into the area, settling over the three girls and finding their way into their bodies through noses and mouths, where they emitted a strong aphrodisiac, mixed with hallucinogen and mind altering ****.

Not far from Gilly, Katarina was similarly penetrated by vines while daydreaming about a group of imps, overwhelming her, throwing her into a dungeon, chaining her to the floor and fucking her in all kinds of various positions. Likewise, Ysdella, still standing, had wild visions of poachers abducting and **** her. All girls were moaning loudly, juices flowing from their pussies, arousal intensified by the plant's pollen.

The people of Tourend called those plants "Albina flytraps", named after what people from Ostenmire believe to be Kourend's Goddess of Love, Albina. Wherever men dwelled, they had exterminated the plants a centuries ago with fire and smoke, to the point where the knowledge about the Albina flytraps had almost been completely forgotten, but here, in the Mist swamp, the plants thrived off the rain water of the Lust storms. But few mortal men and women besides the witches and herbists who would venture out into the swamp knew about them.

Two days later, a group of imps appeared for their routine check if the giant Albina flytrap in the Mist swamp had caught a victim. It was one of those boring jobs not very well liked because most of the time, the plant feasted on small animals. The imps were more than surprised when they found three victims at once, young and pretty girls to boot.

"Pity we didn't come here earlier," one of them said as he prepared the special fire with spices and incense, that would **** the Albina flytrap to close her flower and withdraw her vines, freeing the captives. "They've been here for more than a day, it seems."

"Do they die so quickly?" a smaller imp asked.

"No, no," the older one shook its head. "They can survive several days. The plant even feeds them with water. But if you leave a human more than one day in the claws of the plant, the human's mind... breaks. They lose it completely. They become constantly aroused, mindless sluts. Funny toys to watch and to play with, but you can't really interact with them anymore. Can't give them any orders, can't **** them or humiliate them. Nothing that provides any real fun. They live in their own worlds."

"Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme...," one of the girls mumbled, moaning.

"See?" the imp told the other one. "Told you. They are nice cocksleeves and provide pleasure for an hour or two, but we can't make them proper imp slaves. The Master likes to keep them, offers them to the younger demons who can't control their urges."

Once the fire was burning and the smoke had **** the vines to retreat, the imps heaved the three young women on their cart. The girls didn't seem to notice. They were busy masturbating and squeezing their breasts, their eyes staring into nothing, saliva dripping from their mouths.

"My cock is twitching," the smaller imp remarked, watching their cargo.
"Oh, you can fuck them, if you want. Of course, of course. They will not resist. They might even react slightly to it. But don't expect a strong reaction. In their dreams, they are being constantly fucked and pounded anyway. Even our huge imp cocks don't make much difference to them. Nasty stuff, that pollen. Real nasty stuff..."

"We should harvest that pollen and blow it into a village," the smaller imp suggested while he pulled down his loincloth, massaged his growing erection and walked over to where the plump, big breasted girl was lying on the cart. "That might be fun!"

"Ha! It might, it just might," the other imp agreed. "You know what? I join you. Why waste a good opportunity to blow my load into a dripping cocksleeve?"

They both hopped on the cart.

Oh, yes, fuck me, Robar! Gilly thought. Fuck me hard, fuck me like you never... oh! Oh, Robar, your cock is even bigger than I remember it! Mmmmh! I like that! I really... Oh, yesyesyes, fuckmefuckme! Oooooh! OOOH! Robar, I am cumming again! Again! OOOOOOOOOH!

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