A thicker tendril wraps around her throat and squeezes tying her of from the fresh forest air. Something warm, hard and remarkably fleshy sheathes itself to the hilt in her pussy as she is pulled backwards by the cold tendril around her throat bending her backwards a little.<br/><br/>The clothes still covering her front also disappears with ease as the half-demon thrusts away into her, assisted by the tendrils holding her open. Other tendrils now beging to whisp alongst her breasts and yet others tentatively examine her asschecks, and her puckered rosebud.