You've had enough of this! You march straight ahead and push through the hedge.

You ignore both of the available paths and make your way directly towards the hedge in front of you. You begin chanting the words to activate Strokmier, and arcane energy begins throbbing through the leather; as soon as you touch it to the vines, they begin writhing and shifting out of your way. The opening they leave behind is smaller than the other paths, but it should be enough to squeeze through.

You make your way through the hedge, swatting away vines and branches with your gauntlet as you press onwards. The blossoms are much closer to you now than they were before, making it much harder to ignore the effect their aroma has on your body. Your skin feels like it's coming alive with throbbing, sensitive need - the deeper you go, the more distracting it feels to brush past the quivering vines around you. Maintaining concentration is becoming harder the longer you go.

It's not the only thing getting harder either... your cock pokes up, tenting your clothes and constantly stimulated by the plants you're pressing through. Gritting your teeth, you keep trying to focus your concentration on the gauntlet, on maintaining the arcane effect - but just as you take your next step forward, your shaft rubs over a particularly thick vine. The explosion of sensations makes you mewl with need, shaking you to your core - and in that moment, Strokmier goes dormant. You buckle under the sudden **** of pleasure, lost in the throbbing pleasure that's flooding you.