You fuck her senseless.

You plunge into her virginal depths, your moderate girth pressing all the way to the entrance of her womb. Dana's eyes bulge and her mouth gapes in a perfect "O" as you penetrate her completely. Her overworked limbs go rigid, a slight tremor passing through her, and you feel a light snap as the connection to her goddess disappears with her virginity. You take a moment for her to adjust to your size but don't give her the chance to ponder what she'd just done. You withdraw to her entrance and slam the blunt head of your vine back into her depths, "OH!"

You restart the rhythm you'd established earlier, adding the deep thrusts into her sex and increasing the tempo. And what music she made, "OH! OH! OOOAH GODDESS...! TOO! MUCH! AOH!" You bend forward to lick the sweat rolling off her skin, tracing the lines of her toned stomach. Let's blow this girl out of the water. Picking up the pace, you thrust experimentally until you find her sweet-spot and then you pummel it. Dana's wanton moaning has subsided to a submissive mewling and her muscles quiver in the heat of your ****. God she was sexy. You swirl your "tongue" around here areolae, ending with a flick across her nipple and eliciting a whimper from your beautiful catch. You close your petals around one of her breasts, sucking and nibbling at the swollen peak while she gasps for air.

At the same time your roots return to her pussy, tickling at her lips and soaking up the runoff while your vine pounds away. Delicious. You surround her pleasure-button in the finest roots, tracing the engorged nub gently before nibbling at it with dozens of tiny "mouths." "Omigo-Omigodess...Oh..." you continue to gradually dial up the pleasure, till there is absolutely no way she's coming down without the most intense orgasm of her life. "aaaAAAAAHH!!" Her body convulses, as if her very nerves are overloading, and her orgasm strikes like a lightning bolt.

Your vines are a blur as they pound into her and she struggles for breath as her orgasm continues unstoppably, blast after blast of your warm nectar filling her holes to the brim before spurting out with every thrust. Almost a full minute later you both collapse in a heap, your mana spent and her body twitching in the aftershocks. It's pretty obvious the only thing keeping her eyes open are the overwhelming bursts of pleasure and as they fade her eyes flutter closed in sleep. Looking down at her you are struck by the curious thought that she looks more like a goddess now: beautiful hair pooled around her in a bronze puddle, lovely bosom slowly rising and falling, fair skin reflecting white the moonlight. Thoroughly depleted, and utterly satisfied, you wind your many arms in a protective cocoon around the fallen priestess and sink into dormancy...