<strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 3: Kyoko, Ishmael, Jon, Lily<br/><br/>Barely safe from the twitching plant fingers Ishmael has neither the footing nor time to work any real rope magic. He tosses the haphazardly bound lasso. It falls gently around Kyoko and Floran, not really doing a thing to hinder the fucking Kyoko endures. The Florans laugh mocks him, “Haha! Your turn will come boy. Hold on. Until then...” She undigs her nails from one of Kyoko’s abused tits and points them at Ishmael. Floran fingers twirl in magical gestures and her tongue calls forth a spell with language incomprehensible yet strangely familiar to the bard’s ears. The casting ends, and she continues, “...you should ready yourself for me.”<br/><br/>Looking down Ishmael realizes that he had sort of dropped most of the rope along the way as he ran. And sort of tangled parts of it around his feet. Uh-oh. With that realization he feels a yank. The rope goes taut and Ishmael is swiped off his feet, his ass thudding on jungle moss. From the ground before him rise the wide shoulders and head of a plantoid figure. Those very same Floran’s flower vines that had chased him converge there into a humanoid shape. They bind moss and grass, growing the figure taller with every moment. Four feet, five, six, seven… it rises tall. The vines still snake along its surface, molding the details of the muscles and limbs. A manly shape has been conjured. Its hands have a grip on the lasso. The creature reels in rope and with it Ishmael.<br/><br/>In the same moment as Ishmael faces peril a gagged Lily bursts out from the bushes! Floran turns to look at her. She blinks. Now her hips pause, hilting within Kyoko. “Huh?” Head leaning back against the ground she looks at her first prey walking all free and ungagged. “You are free? Where is Sprout? I told you to wait there,” she says, disappointed. Her words drowned beneath the loud banter and accusations between the two adventuresses. Irritation grows on Floran’s brows. “Grrr… You. Will you behave?” She snaps at Kyoko, giving the adventuress’ breasts a violent spank - a good handful of violent spanks. “You. Noisy adventuress. Would you like a gag as well?” She did not gag Kyoko however. Grin on the Floran lips betrayed that she obviously preferred for her moans and whimpers unmuffled.<br/><br/>“And you. Ungrateful. I had you bound comfy,” she says to Lily as her nails once more torture Kyokoy’s freshly spanked tits. They burrow into nipple flesh and gouge deep for big sadistic pinches. Floran pulls as she thrusts her cock against the cervix, spreading the nipples out and stretching the skin. She lets go of the right one, just to give it another open palm hit. That hand moves then to share the pain with the woman’s rear cheek. Floran’s pants and grunts interrupt her own speech at times. “Ngh… You, metal pany girl. You should…  sleeeeep,” Floran sighs, leaning her head again into the moss to look at lily. And with that exhale she releases a cloud of spores. The sneeze inducing wave washes over Lily, tingling skin and leaving it hot - aroused. The danger of Floran’s spores is obvious to the young knight at once. This is the infernal scent that she used to torture Lily last night and make her wish for the chastity belt to come off!<br/><br/>Not far from them Ishmale wrestles with his own issues. The vine servant has him. It grabs his ankle and pulls him up, however not to look at him eye-to-eye. Instead Ishmael gets a good glimpse of a mighty thick luminescent rod dribbling droplets of sweet glowing pollen. It’s at least as loin numbing in girth as the rod penetrating Kyoko.<br/><br/>Vine servant is not intelligent enough to be chatty, nor does it seem to hesitate. With its free hand it secures Ishmael by the hair, not sparing any niceties in the way it grips him. Then, the creature pushes his face and mouth against its cock, assuming that the adventurer would know to submit and suck. The thick sloppy dick rubs against Ishmael’s face if he resists, filling his nostrils with a heady scent of floran arousal.<br/><br/><strong>Adventurers. Everyone is more or less in trouble. Ishmael fucked up and the vines he left behind have now converged into a larger more robust servant that seeks to facefuck him. Kyoko keeps on receiving abuse. Her cunt is slowly getting rinsed from Jon’s cum by continuously being flooded by the Floran’s. Lily too might soon get to re-experience her last torturous night in bondage and arousal as she finds herself in middle of the pollen cloud. What do you do?</strong><br/><br/>OOC: Lily you could defy danger. Tell me how you do it and we figure what’s appropriate stat. Kyoko can try aid any ally she likes with con roll (to figure out whether she has energy to really outfuck the Floran or not). Kinda have her disturb the Floran’s concentration and give allies bonus. Ishmael’s feet are tangled and he is upside down, held aloft by the vine servant. A cock big tries to find entrance in his mouth.