She refuses the flask.

As Nettie shoves the flask in front of Shadowheart’s face, Shadowheart instead spits a ball of saliva into Nettie’s face.

The saliva drips down her face and onto the ground.

“You bitch.” Nettie says.

She puts the flask down and instead casts thorn whip, causing a large whip made of vines and branches to grow in her hand.

Shadowheart quickly attempts to crawl back, but instantly she feels the pain in her clit burn, and instead falls onto her back, legs wide open, putting her cunt right up for display.

Nettie draws the whip back, before-

*CRACK*

The whips snaps down onto Shadowheart’s pussy with a loud crack.

Shadowheart screams at the top of her lungs as her cunt feels like it’s split in two, hitting her perfectly in her already abused clit.

*CRACK*

For a second time, Nettie snaps her whip on Shadowheart’s cunt.

“AHHHH FUCKKK~” Shadowheart yells out.

Nettie runs forward, preparing to jump on Shadowheart, that’s when Shadowheart remembers, she has a mage hand scroll.

*STRETCH*

Nettie lets out a high pitched squeak as the front of her underwear is pulled up and out of her pants by a translucent hand mid jump.

As quickly as she can, Shadowheart gets up and replaces the mage hand with her own, pulling the underwear as far up as she can.

The fabric slips between Nettie’s pussy lips and inner labia, burning into her vagina and pushing her clit into her own body.

“Let me leave, and i’ll let you keep your fertility.” Shadowheart says.