The mandragora has some fun with her

Marie struggles, but it’s no use, suspended in the air like this. “Release me you overgrown- Mmpph!” Her words are cut off by a vine wrapping around her face, blocking her mouth. Now there’s really nothing she can do, as she helplessly flails in the air.

Marie feels the mandragora speak into her mind once more. “A tasty morsel. I will sate myself on your fluids.” Her…fluids? What the hell does that mean? Marie thinks back to her studies…

Mandragora are powerful magical creatures, with a great thirst for magical energy. A lot of the time they are known to eat mages, sating themselves on their magical blood. But some higher forms of mandragora keep their victims alive, using other methods of extracting magical energy from them. Some draw trace amounts of blood over long periods of time, others rely on their victims to eventually break down and urinate, and they drink that. But this one seems to have a different idea in mind. Marie wracks her brain, when she dawns upon a horrible thought.

All mages flow with magical energy. It flows through every part of them, from their hands, to the heart, to their brain, to their toes, and even…to their more intimate areas. This means that yes, even their sexual fluids run with magical energy…. That can’t be this creature’s plan, can it?

Marie looks down as dozens of the tentacle like vines writhe about her tickling the edges of her flesh. She squirms at the sensation, their touch making her shudder. She remembers that certain types of mandragora secrete an aphrodisiac like substance as well. She’s heard of some alchemists using it to make some crazy sex **** to sell to less savory types. It’s clearly powerful, and the more they touch her, the quicker she feels her body getting hot.

This is bad…but Marie can’t move. She helpless to do anything as the mandragora’s vines wrap under her bikini, pulling it off. In a moment, she finds herself naked, at the sentient plant’s mercy, her body twitching as the sensations turn her on more and more.

Marie tries to stay confident, but there’s no real point for that now. She reaches out, trying to speak to the creature. “Let me go, please. I’ll leave you in peace…maybe I’ll bring you some people to feed on…y-yeah that would be good right?”

The mandragora pauses for a second, and Marie glances down, realizing just how close one of its larger vines was to penetrating her between the legs. She prays to the goddess that this works (something she wouldn’t be caught dead doing usually), as the mandragora clearly considers her offer.