Plasma Gun

He reached down and scooped up his gun at aimed at the tentacles stretching across the ground. He fired a sharp burst of energy at it and the most unholy sound echoed around him.

He gasped as it tightened around him and sucked and prodded him mercilessly, hard sharp pain laced pleasure shot through his body, he’d just made it angry. He groaned the intensity made his fingers go slack as he dropped the gun. The harsh sucking and prodding set his body on fire, soon again he was ready to burst. He panted hard and harsh as blackness crowed around the edge of his sight. A few more sharp thrusts and he exploded, emptying himself into the vine.

The pleasure was so intense that he felt the blackness swarming over him as he took one last strangled gasp of air as the blackness crushed him.