<strong>"Oh how delicious!"</strong>the plant demoness trilled as a vine slid into her own dripping sex.<strong>"I can see you trying to resist, but you have no chance.  It was worth sparing your life, I do so like it when prey resists."</strong><br/><br/>She pointed her fingers and additional vines slid around Erillia's body, criss crossing across her flesh, binding her more firmly to the ground but still giving her just enough room to struggle futility.  One vine coiling wetly about her neck, squeezing just ever so lightly as to restrict her without suffocating her, just making it that much more clear how fully she was under the power of this demoness.  The tentacle at her back door prodded against the tight hole, pressing, and Erillia didn't doubt that it could force it's way in, especially with the slick slime that coated it, but it wasn't, not just yet.  It continued to press, then withdraw, just before the tip threatened to spear open her asshole it would pull back a fraction, constantly teasing.<br/><br/>A second tentacle joined the first that was inside her sex already.  The second coiling, corkscrewing around the first, stretching her open even wider.  Then the two began to thrust in and out while slowly spirialing around each other, one withdrawing as the other plunged deep to fill her completely.  The sensation was nearly overwhelming, and Erillia knew she could not resist the force of the building orgasm as the plants raped her.  Worse another tentacle moved across her cheek and lay thickly across her face, it's tip prodding towards her lips, waiting for her mouth to open, and she knew that it would find it's way into her throat were she to open her mouth.  But the pressure of the building orgasm was too strong to deny for much longer.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Erillia can make a DC 20 will save to resist and try to hold back the pleasure that is wracking her body.</div></div>