Dungeons and Dalliances

7.68 – Into the Basement VI

Natalie couldn't help but feel like a voyeur as she watched the vines squirm their way up Vanetta's legs, especially when her pulse quickened in response. It wasn't that she was excited to see her partner suspended in the air, being groped by vines, but—uh, well, the image did do a few things to her. Thankfully, Vanetta's attention was too occupied on her eager new captors for her to notice the obvious arousal on Natalie's face. She definitely would've gotten an earful, if she had.

The situation developed much the same as it had for Natalie: two vines looped around Vanetta's ankles and upper thighs. The other girl was less exposed in her armor, though, with less skin bared, so the slimy appendages touched only the leather and cloth of her pants rather than direct skin. Still, being enveloped and squeezed by vines was stimulating enough on its own. And an attractive sight; she appreciated the view.

Vanetta was clearly flustered by the experience, not just because she was less accustomed to sexual encounters in general, but probably because Natalie had dealt with vines twice before; this was Vanetta's first. She didn't resist, though, even as another vine grabbed her around the stomach and two more around her shoulders.

Then, they discovered a flaw in Vanetta's armor—or maybe a strength of Natalie's. Because Natalie's metal gear clung to her skin tightly, for there to be any contact with more private regions, pieces had to be removed. With Vanetta's, though? It was form-fitting, like most sets of leather rogue armor, but there was some breathing room.

Which meant there was room to slip in. One vine wiggled down from the top of Vanetta's neckline, not needing to strip her to gain access. She gasped in surprise as there was suddenly a squirming invader inside her armor. Natalie could see the bulge of the vine as it ventured to her chest and began playing around there, presumably also slipping into her bra.

"Oh. Oh, that—feels weird."

"You good?" Natalie asked, concerned.

"Fine, I'm fine. Just … caught me by surprise."

A vine tried the same trick of wiggling down Vanetta's waistband, but her belt provided more defense. She grabbed it and shoved it away regardless. Not discouraged, it tried again, but on the second denial, seemed to get the point; it didn't try a third.

But it did go for her lower half. Pressing firmly between her legs, it began to rub up and down along the leather. Vanetta's hips jerked backward by reflex, though after a moment, she forced herself to relax again.

"Rubbing is fine," she murmured. "I did say that."

She bit down on her lower lip as the vine pressed insistently against her crotch, sliding against her in a steady, firm motion. Her body's movements betrayed her interest; even Natalie could tell she was rolling her hips against the vine as much as it was rubbing into her. And with that encouragement, all the vines, not just the one focused between her legs, moved with greater eagerness. Slithering around Vanetta, they grabbed her and lifted her into the air.

Vanetta sucked in a breath in surprise, but didn't make any move to escape. A thick vine looped around her neck, creating a green collar, and two more wrapped around her wrists and forearms, pulling her arms up. Natalie watched Vanetta, suspended in the air, wriggle in the hold of the vines, face flushed with arousal and embarrassment at being handled so lewdly by an aggressive plant. Though her body was covered by armor, she could see the vines squirming inside her shirt, and the way she was being rubbed lower down.

That went on for a while, Natalie trying to stay alert for Vanetta's sake, though the whole display made it hard to stay focused.

Then the second stage arrived. A vine with a pink flower, glistening with pink liquid, slithered up between Vanetta's legs. The girl's eyes locked to it, obviously recognizing it as the one responsible for—the more notable part of Natalie's experience.

It went for her waistband, trying to wiggle in like its sister had. Vanetta batted it away, but with the many vines holding onto her wrists and arms, the movement was awkward, slowed-down. And the pink-flower vine was more insistent than its sibling; it didn't get the hint right away. It even managed to slip inside, past her belt, before Vanetta yanked it out and drew a dagger.

The vines went still at the baring of steel, but Vanetta wasn't dissuaded. She waggled the blade at the flower-bearing vine.

"No," she said. "Not inside. Off limits."

The vines were clearly not intelligent enough to understand speech, just enough to recognize the hostile intent of drawing a blade.

Vanetta hesitated. "How about … my mouth, instead? If you need—a hole."

Since the vines remained frozen, seemingly staring at her dagger, she sheathed her blade and grabbed the flower-vine with both hands, beginning to stroke up and down. That set the mass of plantlife at ease; they returned to groping her and squirming across her body.

Pulling the flower one toward her mouth, it got the hint—and accepted her compromise eagerly. Vanetta grunted as, all at once, the green appendage invaded her mouth.

Not just inserted itself, too. It immediately started thrusting back and forth. She made a surprised gagging noise as the pink dripping length worked its way deep into her throat, bulging her neck outward.

Trading her mouth for her pussy was about as good of a compromise as could be expected, but Natalie couldn't help but wonder what consuming that pink substance would do to her. Would it make her throat sensitive, like it had Natalie's cock? Were her hands sensitive, for that matter, since she'd grabbed onto it earlier?

Like with Natalie, the effect was immediate. Vanetta began to squirm against her restraints, but the movements were different this time. Less surprised, instinctive struggling, and more … erotic. Clearly in pleasure. She squirmed against the vines grabbing her all over, rolling her hips and rocking back and forth against the one between her legs as the one in her mouth pumped in and out. Pink liquid dribbled down her chin, as if the flower vine was creating more and injecting it straight into her stomach. The fluid spilled down onto her chest in gushes.

Vanetta's writhing became downright frantic. Clearly, consuming the pink substance had made her hyper-sensitive. Except maybe all over, since it had been consumed rather than applied to a specific spot. Natalie's own breath caught as she watched Vanetta rushing toward her orgasm in a matter of seconds. At least she wouldn't be alone in the embarrassment of climaxing so quickly.@@novelbin@@

But then something shocking happened: the vines retracted. All of them. The ones holding Vanetta, and the one in her mouth, withdrew at the same time. As if they had no real interest in drawing out an orgasm for their captive.

Disappearing into the ground, Vanetta was left alone, disoriented and panting on her knees after being dropped.

"What?" the girl stammered. "Why did— but I was almost—" She swallowed before staggering to her feet. "W-Well, good. I can go, then?"

She clearly wasn't of the right mind as she staggered across the vine hallway, but she was more than happy to accept her free passage. She made it through in one piece; the vines truly had lost interest, to both their surprise.

She caught Vanetta as her legs went out, and the smaller girl's head lolled onto her chest.

"That was a mistake," Vanetta groaned. "Shouldn't have … let it inside my mouth. Oh, gods, it poured so much into me. What— what does it do? My head is— I can't— I can't think straight."

Natalie became aware, just then, that Vanetta was rubbing her lower half into her thigh.

Abruptly, her gaze snapped up to Natalie.

"I want it."

"What?"

Natalie's lower armor was stripped before she realized what was happening—and Vanetta was pulling her own belt off at nearly the same moment.

She didn't need to clarify what 'it' was. The vines had been riling her up, but hadn't satisfied her—and had also poured what she could only assume was an insanely strong aphrodisiac straight into her stomach.

"Get inside me right now, Natalie," Vanetta demanded in all but a growl, yanking her own pants down to her ankles and grabbing Natalie by the cock.