Having decided to rest, Trixcillia paid no further attention to her surroundings, eyes closed and breath slowing as her form relaxed atop Speaker's head. She could hear him talking about something and a few of the words he used caused her pointed ears to twitch in curiosity. She blinked open one eye and was greeted to the sight of her find, the large breasted snake moth, looming directly over her. Before she had time to do more than give a startled squeak it was upon her, its sharp legs grasping her body tightly enough to tear through the thin dress covering her body. With surprising strength the insectoid lifted back into the air, hoisting the helpless Dryadi along with it.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #ff8000">Hey! Stop! HELP!</span>" Trix shrieked, kicking her legs and flailing her arms in an effort to free herself. Despite her furious attempts she only succeeded in further shredding the dress and soon enough the dark green tatters of the garment had fallen away from her body completely. She was only vaguely aware of what was going on beneath and behind her as the moths spirited her away, it sounded like everyone was reacting with alarm. Surely that meant they were all coming to rescue her!<br/><br/>Despite whatever efforts had been made on her behalf, the Dryadi's captors made good their escape or at least a large number of them. The now naked Trix was dropped upon the spongy and quite sticky mushroom of some sort, its clinging moisture all but gluing her body into place. She had only a moment to pause and try to figure out why they'd gone through so much trouble before it became all too evident, thick phallic objects rubbing all over her nude form. Her little eyes widened in shock and fright, the intensity of her hair's glow brightening like a beacon even among the many luminescent plants in the area.<br/><br/>Futile struggles to free herself were cut short as the largest moth, the one which had managed to carry her away in the first place, found what its compatriots were evidently searching for, forcing its comparatively huge member against her tight nether lips. Only the naturally accomodating nature of her Dryadi body and the slimey substance the moth was excreting kept her from being torn apart from the forceful way the insect penetrated her, as eager a mate as she'd ever experienced. Trix howled loudly, her cleft spreading to her absolute limits around the moth's terrible girth, her warm, squeezing insides getting battered and stretched in turn. The cock was so large its outline could easily be seen bulging beneath her slender torso as it sunk in further and further, showing no signs of stopping. All the Dryadi could do was scream and thrash, completely overwhelmed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>