3.09 – Vines I

3.09 – Vines I

She bounced off springy material, then flailed as she soared through the air. After a few more bounces, and some tumbling, she scrambled to her feet.

Had it been a trap then, despite her instincts telling her otherwise?

No. She was unharmed. Thrown into a new room, activated by her use of the wall-pussy above, but safe.

Still, she fumed at the situation, despite finding no imminent danger. She’d been close to finishing. Her cock twitched in dissatisfaction. Her entire body coursed with heat, with the need to rut into a tight, hot pussy like she had been a moment prior. Why had the dungeon cut her off?

Though ... slowly ... her better senses arrived.

Her teammates. Jordan, Sofia, Liz, Ana. They’d heard her fall. Probably, they’d assumed she’d activated a trap, and were frantically looking for a way to help.

Which was mortifying. Natalie wasn’t that stupid. She wouldn’t be caught in a floor-one, near-the-entrance trap, as simple and obvious as they tended to be.

Then again, maybe she had. She hadn’t appraised the room she’d arrived to, so she didn’t know her circumstances. Only intuition told her she’d merely been moved around, not endangered.

So. Time to make sure.

The room was a solid mass of plant life. Floors, walls, and ceiling, thick masses of green rope writhed in a slow and steady rhythm. Natalie stood there, her pants still around her ankles, her cock wet and throbbing from the annoyance of her pleasure being cut off. She stared incredulously.Explore new novels on novelbin(.)com

What had her dick gotten her into, this time?

Embarrassingly, she stepped forward, her feet carrying her more than an active decision did. The vine closed the gap. It latched to her cock, swallowing her member with tight, hot, bumpy walls. The feeling was even more incredible than the hole above. Tighter, slipperier, and with a mind of its own, it thrust along her length, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine.

The vine withdrew, cutting off the amazing sensation. It swayed a few feet back, as if beckoning her to come closer.

To where the rest of the vines strained for her.

Which was, to say the least, highly suspicious. She could infer with total confidence, at this point, that if she stepped forward, she would be grabbed by dozens of vines and shortly be violated. Maybe she would have done so happily, even, but being tempted into it? The vine-pussy having pleasured her, then pulled back and swayed in place, as if trying to draw her in? Dubious. Extremely so.

Then again, what else was she supposed to do? There didn’t seem to be any exits. The flower bud was firmly closed, and she didn’t think forcing it open was smart. In fact, if she had to guess, ‘fulfilling’ this encounter would be how she advanced the next stage of whatever this puzzle room was. Because that was what it was, right? A puzzle room? Or maybe not so much a puzzle, just an encounter of sorts. Of a lewd variety. Fitting to her class.

So she had a logical reason to do this. Her friends were undoubtedly worried what had happened to her, so she should get this over with as quickly as possible.

That was the excuse she used.

The real reasoning, which she didn’t admit to herself, was of course her pounding heart, and the anticipation of what dozens of writhing vines would feel like squirming across her, a vine-pussy pleasuring her with eager thrusts.

She took several steps forward, putting herself within the plantlife’s grasp. The vine pussy latched to her cock, returning to its eager pleasuring of her cock, and its friends joined the assault. In less than a second, she’d been grabbed in half a dozen places, by arms, legs, and waist, then lifted into the air.

She hoped they were gentle.

Or maybe she didn’t.