Dungeons and Dalliances

5.10 – Plant Magic IV

Natalie slid into the tight, squeezing plant-pussy. The texture was unusual, strange, but still: it was a hole. A hot, wet, slippery hole for her to use. In her current state, she didn't care beyond that. Her hips jerked forward, pushing deeper, and then again, and again, picking up speed. Squelching filled the air as she rutted into the hole Camille had given her. She moaned loudly, hips gyrating without conscious thought, her mouth falling open as she panted with pleasure.

Camille seemed surprised by her enthusiasm. She watched, wide-eyed, as the vine engulfed Natalie's cock, bulging with each thrust.

"How does it feel?" Camille asked, her attention flickering between Natalie's face and the lewd sight down lower, as if she couldn't decide which to focus on.

"Good," Natalie moaned. "Amazing."

The tight plant-pussy gripped her like a vice, the slippery walls caressing her as she pistoned into it. And across her body, other vines were still teasing, squeezing and tickling and fondling her breasts, her legs, her arms. Two rubbed into her pussy and asshole, but not threatening entry, just playing.

"You like it?" Camille breathed.

Natalie nodded frantically. Camille hopped off the sink and approached Natalie, leaning in close, putting her face in front of Natalie's. Her voice came as a breathy whisper.

"Well, then, what about this?"

One of the vines pressed into Natalie's pussy, no longer just rubbing. It wiggled itself against her, teasing penetration. Natalie's hips bucked forward in silent permission—in silent begging.

Camille grinned at the response, then leaned forward and kissed Natalie. At the same time, the vine pushed into her. Natalie moaned into Camille's mouth as she was spread open. Her cock, her pussy, and her mouth, all claimed by the woman at once.

And somehow—despite how amazing the bumpy tightness was, or the thick girth spreading her—the kiss might have been what got her the most. Camille's lips were soft, hesitant despite everything she was doing to Natalie. Natalie pried her mouth open and pressed her tongue in, happy to take charge in the small way she could. Her cock twitched, throbbing within the tight confines of the vines. The mage made a little noise, then started kissing her back earnestly, her brief reservations dispelled.

They kept that way for a while, kissing, as Natalie thrust into her hole. Her hips jerked faster and faster, fucking the vine-pussy. She moaned and gasped, which Camille gleefully swallowed. Her partner seemed to love the way Natalie wasn't able to help her reactions, the way she was giving into the pleasure without shame.

"How about a third?" Camille panted, her mouth pulling away, a trail of saliva bridging their lips. Making it clear what she meant, a vine started pushing into her ass, rubbing around, starting to spread that tight hole.

Natalie had no objection. She nodded frantically.

Camille kissed her again. Natalie's asshole was spread, the thick vine plunging inside. Natalie's moans were, like the ones before it, swallowed by the mage's mouth. She tried to meet the kiss, to respond, but could only gasp as the vine in her ass pushed deeper. The one in her pussy wiggled and squirmed just as eagerly. Both her assailants slid in and out as she kept humping into the plant-flesh covering her cock.

It was too much. Three points of attack—four, considering Camille's kiss. Natalie could only take so much.

"Getting close?" Camille laughed into her lips. "Honestly, I'm impressed you're still going, stud." She kissed Natalie's jaw, then her neck, before bringing her lips to Natalie's ear. "Go ahead, then. You can cum for me. You have my permission."

Her hips jerked desperately. She was on the brink. Just a little bit more.

"Come on. Do it."

Natalie moaned. Underneath her clothes, vines twisted and massaged her body. Her entire body was slick with their secretions. But even those were just a distraction—she could only focus on the hole milking her cock, the two vines claiming either of her holes. And Camille, her face so close to Natalie's, her tits pressed into her side and her hands on her hips. Murmuring. Taunting.

"Do it," Camille repeated, her voice breathy and soft. "For me?"

The pressure broke. With a final thrust, Natalie cried out, shoving deep and bulging vine-flesh outward. Pleasure flooded her as she came. The vine-hole squeezed, sucking on her tip, drawing out her cum, while the other two kept moving, dragging her orgasm out by plunging into her two tight holes. Her cock spasmed, twitching, emptying with jerk after jerk. She came, and came, and came.

And eventually, she slowed, and then stopped, panting. The plant-pussy slipped from her with a squelch. Cum poured from its green lips. With a gesture from Camille, it hovered up between the two of them. Sparing a smirk for Natalie, Camille slipped her two middle fingers into the vine-pussy, then pulled them out, showing off the dripping white.

"All for me?" Camille murmured.

Camille brought the fingers to her lips, and Natalie's breath caught. Camille didn't stop; she stuck them into her mouth, sucking the lewd substance off. Her eyes sparkled. Then she leaned into the green pussy and slipped her tongue in, exploring the hole Natalie had so thoroughly used. She pulled back and grinned at Natalie, then opened her mouth to display the load she'd extracted from the used hole.

"It's delicious. Want a taste?"

Before Natalie could answer one way or another, Camille kissed her. Groaning, Natalie opened her mouth, and the salty taste of cum flooded her. Camille pushed it in, tongue slipping around her own. Natalie moaned and accepted. Her just-finished cock twitched, already filling with blood, ready to go a second time.

Which Camille, when she finally parted from Natalie, admired. "Naughty girl. Hard from your own taste?" Her hand wrapped around Natalie's cock, giving her a few quick strokes. "Good to see you're not a one-and-done. We've got a lot of playing left." She kissed Natalie on the cheek, and her vine spell finally faded—having lasted far longer than it should have. Another obvious influence of Natalie's class.

Natalie regained her footing, the vines slipping from her clothing and burrowing into tile, vanishing into nothingness. Her legs trembled from the intense orgasm Camille had pulled from her. She felt empty without the two thick vines filling her. Being attacked from three points at once had been—well, a lot.

"So," Camille said. "Your illusions. What've you learned in the past few weeks?"

Honestly? In regards to this? Lewd applications? Not much. But each of her abilities had seen upgrades—and she was excited to see how they reacted under this kind of environment.