Skye thinks of something!

Skye's focus reeled back and forth from Emmaline's predicament to the blocks on the ground, trying to figure out some sort of pattern. The tendrils didn't seem to have any interest in slowing down, and Emmaline's top and bottoms were now passing about between them, leaving the gorgeous dancer entirely naked in their embrace. With her arms and legs bound, and her body forced spread-eagle in the air, Emmaline had absolutely no means of even trying to protect her modesty, and no way to disguise the way a pair of tentacles worked between her legs, rapidly alternating thrusts deep into her pussy and ass.

Her eyes rolled her her head as her body rocked between the mess of them, and her mouth hung open, leaving ample space for another tendril to push it's way inside and down into her throat. Emmaline's muffled moans followed soon after, and Skye was pretty sure she could see her friend working her hips back against the tendrils, riding the pair that fucked her from below. Although, at this point it was starting to get a bit difficult to see anything at all, as more and more of the purple vines traced over her body, stroking and caressing her. Their slimy surfaces traced against her skin as they awaited their chance to sink into her and fill her with their girth.

"Think Skye, think!" she said. Try as she might, though, Skye just couldn't push past the growing sense of panic. She had to do something, but the wrong decision could very well do more harm than good! Her panic only surged as she heard Emmaline's muffled moans growing louder and more desperate, mixed with the constant gagging of her throat.

Skye spared a glance and looked up to see Emmaline writhing in unabashed ecstasy, tears of exertion streaking from her eyes as her body was simultaneously caressed and abused by the web.

Her mind now completely blank with panic, Skye acted on instinct. She grabbed the block that seemed most appealing to her (a full figured woman on her knees, subservient before a hermaphroditic partner) pulled out the middle block, and stuffed her new contender into place.

She pressed her hand against the imprint, and looked up at Emmaline to watch in desperation.