Lila had already come four times, and the night had barely begun.
Her body trembled violently in the wooden frame, thighs soaked, p***y stretched obscenely around the thick, living vine that had grown from the first seed. The vine pulsed inside her like a second heartbeat, thicker now, ridged with swollen nodes that rubbed relentlessly against her g-spot. The smaller tendril wrapped around her c**t continued its merciless sucking, flicking the sensitive nub with petal-soft tongues while dripping warm, tingling nectar that made every nerve sing.
Elowen circled her slowly, golden eyes glowing with possessive delight. Fresh flowers had bloomed across the dryad’s own body in response to Lila’s orgasms, deep crimson petals opening along her collarbones and hips, drinking in the sweet scent of
