Alas, death was a reprieve denied the fallen arcane archer. "If you will not be a willing servant... than you shall be a slave," the nymph threatened, a note of aggression in her husky voice. Rayne was grabbed by the hips and pulled onto her ravisher's lap, who bounced her on the girthy mushroom at double the previous pace. Vines wrapped around her limbs and pulled taut, forcing her into a spreadeagled, vulnerable pose. A pair of hands slid up along her sides and to her breasts, cupping and squeezing; a clasp was undone and her top fell away, exposing her perky nipples to the chill of outside air, one of them captured a moment later by a pair of warm, wet lips and teeth that bit down somewhere between gently and painfully. Kisses trailed higher up, along her collarbone and then the underside of her arm.<br/><br/>The nymph's moans grew louder, her thrusts more insistent, and then Rayne could feel the meaty rod inside her throb and warmth flood her passage. "More..." her captor panted. There was a barely a moment's pause, and then the pounding resumed anew, the carnal sounds echoing in the clearing now joined by the squelching of fungal cock displacing cum in pussy. Not until she was filled up a second time with corrupted seed was the nymph satisfied, finally pulling out completely.<br/><br/>The vines pulled Rayne upright, her back against the trunk of a tree, her arms pulled up and her body weight hanging from them painfully. She felt the thick spunk inside her gradually ooze out of her abused hole and trickle slowly down her thighs. Blind and too weak to move, the ghostly silence of the Blighted Woods left nothing to hear but her breath and her heartbeat. Without the warmth of the nymph's body pressed against her own, the chilly air took its toll on her bare skin, making her shiver.<br/><br/>Unless she kept count, it might have been minutes or hours before the nymph returned. The vines around her legs pulled them up until she was practically doing the splits, leaving her wholly open to be taken. The nymph claimed her pussy once more, each thrust pushing her back against the rough bark behind her. Then she was left alone against the tree again.<br/><br/>More time passed. A rustling of branches that might at first be mistaken as the nymph returning for a third round reached Rayne's ears, but it was soon apparent to be something else. The angry blows of awakened trees were gradually drowned out by a woman's battlecries, a warhorse's neighs, and the sound of metal chopping through wood.<br/><br/>The fungal nymph began to demand an explanation, her voice imperious. "Who dares interrupt-"<br/><br/><em>"Youmu Konpaku<br/>I shall be your opponent<br/>May the best sword win"</em><br/><br/>The nymph was interrupted by a confident, decisive declaration from the new woman.<br/><br/>Rayne could only hear the ensuing duel, but it was short and brutal. She heard the fungal nymph chant the incantation for a spell, which seemed to do nothing to slow down the flurry of slashes whistling through the air. There was a brief struggle of claw against blade, then silence.<br/><br/>Footsteps approached Rayne. The vines holding her up went slack and she fell into friendly arms. "Are you all right?" the woman was asking her in a concerned tone.