Her vision gone, Rayne's other senses heightened. Unable to see the nymph it was much harder to tell that she was corrupted. A soft, warm hand caressed her cheek, but the other retained its grip on her hair, an ever-present reminder of who was in charge. The musky scent of cock overwhelmed all other smells as the hot bulbous head pressed against her lips and then pushed inside her mouth, throbbing against her tongue. Even if she wanted to bite down, her jaw lacked the strength to do so. The nymph started face-fucking her, slowly and hesitantly at first but soon building up speed and confidence, letting out a low moan of pleasure when the flared tip of the stiff yet spongy shaft bumped against the back of her victim's throat. Rubbing against her lips and tongue, it left a strong savory taste in her mouth.<br/><br/>While the nymph took her sweet time thrusting her hips into her fucktoy's face, little "mm"s and "nn"s sounding as though she was trying to hold her voice in with bitten lip, the half-elf felt tendrils of some sort growing around her limbs. It seemed rather unnecessary as she still lacked the strength to put up a struggle, but the vines wrapped themselves around her arms and legs anyways. Something woody prodded her panties and rubbed against her lower lips through the fabric, sometimes even spreading them, but although its teasing touch never let up, neither did it ever get past her undergarments. The face-fucking was getting rougher, turning into throat-fucking, both hands clenching tight fistfuls of her poor hair - it would have hurt a little if the sensation hadn't been blocked - to hold her head still as the flared mushroom head scraped her throat and her nose got smacked by a pelvis on every thrust. It was getting harder to breathe too, her mouth filled more often than not, and the lack of air was making her dizzier by the minute.<br/><br/>Her vision would have spun and darkened if she had been able to see. The nymph skull-fucking her at a frantic pace was getting close, not bothering to pull out of the warm wet mouth she was thrusting into anymore, not caring if Rayne could breathe or not. Unable to resist in any way, she felt her body turning numb, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and desperate moans growing distant, the sensation of thick meat plugging her throat and the teasing knob against her other set of lips becoming fuzzy. The last thing she was dimly aware of was something hot and gooey spurting into her throat...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Darkness. Paralyzed. Unable to move.<br/><br/>But Rae-lynne could feel: the hard, smooth, definitely-not-soil surface that she was lying on her back, the pulse in her body beating within her flesh, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.<br/><br/>Faint and distorted, as though underwater, she heard a voice, male, cold, clinical.<br/><br/>"...oxygen flow to number one hundred and nineteen is dropping. What's going on?"<br/><br/>Another voice, a woman's, but no more caring. "She's asphyxiating in-game. Pandora must be simulating it by cutting off her air in real life. There, overridden, oxygen levels back to normal."<br/><br/>"Nothing like this was sup... ...in Pandora's routines."<br/><br/>"I know... ...rewriting her own code."<br/><br/>"...third time today. Tell the dev... ...going on... ...it. The last... ...rogue AI..."<br/><br/>She faded out again.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Accept my gift... be a servant of the spore... great power awaits you..." The nymph was whispering, her seductive voice promising forbidden pleasures and powers if only Rayne would accept, into her ear. The defeated arcane archer was still in the clearing; she felt something thick push deeply inside her pussy, with a flared tip that scraped every inch of her passage on the way in, sending waves of bliss through her helpless form. And on the way out too, as the nymph pulled back completing one stroke and then immediately started on another.