Chapter 170

Natalie slid into the tight, squeezing plant-pussy. The texture was unusual, strange, but still: it was a hole. A hot, wet, slippery hole for her to use. In her current state, she didn’t care beyond that. Her hips jerked forward, pushing deeper, and then again, and again, picking up speed. Squelching filled the air as she rutted into the hole Camille had given her. She moaned loudly, hips gyrating without conscious thought, her mouth falling open as she panted with pleasure.

Camille seemed surprised by her enthusiasm. She watched, wide-eyed, as the vine engulfed Natalie’s cock, bulging with each thrust.

“How does it feel?” Camille asked, her attention flickering between Natalie’s face and the lewd sight down lower, as if she couldn’t decide which to focus on.

“Good,” Natalie moaned. “Amazing.”

The tight plant-pussy gripped her like a vice, the slippery walls caressing her as she pistoned into it. And across her body, other vines were still teasing, squeezing and tickling and fondling her breasts, her legs, her arms. Two rubbed into her pussy and asshole, but not threatening entry, just playing.

“You like it?” Camille breathed.

Natalie nodded frantically. Camille hopped off the sink and approached Natalie, leaning in close, putting her face in front of Natalie’s. Her voice came as a breathy whisper.

“Well, then, what about this?”

One of the vines pressed into Natalie’s pussy, no longer just rubbing. It wiggled itself against her, teasing penetration. Natalie’s hips bucked forward in silent permission—in silent begging.

Camille grinned at the response, then leaned forward and kissed Natalie. At the same time, the vine pushed into her. Natalie moaned into Camille’s mouth as she was spread open. Her cock, her pussy, and her mouth, all claimed by the woman at once.

And somehow—despite how amazing the bumpy tightness was, or the thick girth spreading her—the kiss might have been what got her the most. Camille’s lips were soft, hesitant despite everything she was doing to Natalie. Natalie pried her mouth open and pressed her tongue in, happy to take charge in the small way she could. Her cock twitched, throbbing within the tight confines of the vines. The mage made a little noise, then started kissing her back earnestly, her brief reservations dispelled.

They kept that way for a while, kissing, as Natalie thrust into her hole. Her hips jerked faster and faster, fucking the vine-pussy. She moaned and gasped, which Camille gleefully swallowed. Her partner seemed to love the way Natalie wasn’t able to help her reactions, the way she was giving into the pleasure without shame.

“How about a third?” Camille panted, her mouth pulling away, a trail of saliva bridging their lips. Making it clear what she meant, a vine started pushing into her ass, rubbing around, starting to spread that tight hole.

Natalie had no objection. She nodded frantically.

Camille kissed her again. Natalie’s asshole was spread, the thick vine plunging inside. Natalie’s moans were, like the ones before it, swallowed by the mage’s mouth. She tried to meet the kiss, to respond, but could only gasp as the vine in her ass pushed deeper. The one in her pussy wiggled and squirmed just as eagerly. Both her assailants slid in and out as she kept humping into the plant-flesh covering her cock.

It was too much. Three points of attack—four, considering Camille’s kiss. Natalie could only take so much.