Overcome by lust, Ora did not think this through. For a moment there appears to be some hope. Will it relinquish Luth?<br/><br/>Then bones clatter to the ground behind her. She knows what it means but before she can even react a tentacle whips around her throat and she's yanked back. In short order she is the one in need of rescue, and the splatter of Luth's cum against her body is a cruel taunt. For a moment she claws at the plant's tongue, wheezing for air and face darkening. Ora tries to cry out but a whimper is all that she can manage. "Don't panic", she tells herself. As her vision blurs she quickly works Luth's loincloth in to a loop and swings it down to try and hook the hellhound beneath her. If she manages to succeed, she hoists it up with all her might; with luck she can use that bladed tail to shred that tongue and make her escape.