The blast knocked Erillia senseless.  When she did recover, it was with a long groan, quickly followed by rising panic.  It felt like a nest of snakes was covering her but, recent memories made it seem rather unlikely.  It was a sad day when she would have preferred to have fallen into a nest of snakes...<br/><br/>She let out a whimper as she felt the vines moving against her, over her, their slime and the friction of their movement only serving the heighten the feelings that had been building within her all day.  She twisted and bucked, trying to pull free, but managing little more than to rub herself against the vines even more.<br/><br/>She glanced between her pubic hair and the woman, not sure if she should be horrified or amused.  She opened her mouth to answer, then thought better of it and clicked it shut.  Her body tensed as she felt the vine rubbing against her opening, and she locked her eyes on the demoness.  She would resist how she could... if she could.