Rosin smiled some as the scent started to take effect on the fox.  The vines lowered further from the ceiling and wrapped around his wrists and ankles.  The sap was soon back far enough that he was now free from it but trapped in the vines.  Rosin continues to rub around his groin and gently squeezed his member.  He then smiled down at the fox.  “Emotions of another animal are like seasonings.  I love to have a meal that is drunk with pleasure but the fear of what is happening to them makes the sweet taste of the pleasure all so stronger.”  He then used his claws to rip his shorts to shreds.  A vine lowered and started to wrap and rub around his exposed member while Rosin began to stroke over his own member to help him get erect which wouldn’t be hard from the smell around the two of them and the thoughts of what he was going to do.