<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/N4lStza.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Michael 'Mike' S. Astragalus<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 (12:00 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Campus, approaching Lunch Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Amelie, Open?<br/><hr/><br/>The feeling of fluttering muscle around his cock makes it difficult for Michael to focus on anything else, his vines shuddering in time with the satisfaction he feels of his small friend impaling herself on his muscle. The fact others seem to be watching and even commenting about them doesn't seem to register, too busy watching her seem to have fun with the eay she moves and has him move.<br/><br/>She's holding onto him for dear life, his hips withdrawing and pushing back in with enough force that their lovemaking can easily be made out to their ears amidst grunting and moaning. In time with his thrusts, his finger slowly and carefully slides in and out, allowing her to feel the sense of being intruded upon by two invading objects.<br/><br/>However, what surprises her is when she grips him to stare into his eyes and speak.<em>'Lose? What?<br/>... Oh, the game...! That's... Hmhmhm, oh Amelie...'</em>He chuckled inwardly as he withdrew his finger and stared into her eyes. "Lose? I'd like to see you try and win against me..." He smiled challengingly, as the vine from earlier poked back against her ass. With the absence of his finger, it took it upon itself to wiggle its way into her backside, his eyes widening with glee. Both orifices were taken up, spearing here in a mix of alternating intrusions and occasionally together at once to weaken her resolve.<br/><br/>His hands moved forward, grabbing the cheeks of her ass to pull them apart and make it easier for the vine to slide in. "Haha... It won't be long... Nnnggh... Long now before you give up... And adm-aagh... Admit I made you feel better...!" He grunted, jerking his hips upward with increased speed.<br/><br/>Of course these actions were a double-edged sword... Sliding a second vine inside her would make it easier for<em>her</em>to get him off, and at the rate he was going, it wouldn't be long now. He just had to hold on, keep smirking at her, stoking her fire, challenge and make her try to outmatch him, losing her focus to her competitive spirit... She felt impossibly tight, front to back, but it was anyone's guess as to who would cave first...