She bounced off springy material, then filed as she soared through the air. After a few more bounces, and some tumbling, she scrambled to her feet.

  Had it been a trap thee her instincts telliherwise?

  No. She was unharmed. Thrown into a new room, activated by her use of the ussy above, but safe.

  Still, she fumed at the situatioe finding no immi danger. She’d been close to finishing. Her cock twitched in dissatisfa. Her entire body coursed with heat, with the o rut into a tight, hot pussy like she had been a moment prior. Why had the dungeon cut her off?

  Though … slowly … her better senses arrived.

  Her teammates. Jordan, Sofia, Liz, Ana. They’d heard her fall. Probably, they’d assumed she’d activated a trap, and were frantically looking for a way to help.

  Which was mortifying. Natalie wasn’t that stupid. She wouldn’t be caught in a floor-one, he-entrarap, as simple and obvious as they teo be.

  Then again, maybe she had. She hadn’t appraised the room she’d arrived to, so she didn’t know her circumstances. Only intuition told her she’d merely been moved around, not endangered.

  So. Time to make sure.

  The room was a solid mass of pnt life. Floors, walls, and ceiling, thick masses of green rope writhed in a slow and steady rhythm. Natalie stood there, her pants still around her ankles, her cock wet and throbbing from the annoyance of her pleasure being cut off. She stared incredulously.

  What had her dick gotten her into, this time?

  There were two objects of note. With no visible way in or out, not even from the se of roof she’d fallen through, she had a sneaking suspi she’d have to figure out what they did—what they wanted from her—to escape. She sensed nor saw no immediate danger from this bizarre enter, but she couldn’t stroll out aurn to her friends whenever she wanted, either.

  The first item of i sat at the ter of the room. Chest tall, the enormous flower bud swayed with the same steady rhythm as the rest of the room. Alive. But it hadn’t flowered yet; it stayed tightly bunched up. Was something i? The bud bulged at the middle, and she briefly wondered whether she o force the flower open.

  The other object of note was more intimidating. Attached to the far wall, the thick mass of vines wasn’t a ft grid of interlog pntlife, like what made up the floor, walls, and ceiling. Rather, the vines protruded outward, long, grasping ropes waving around, as if seeking out targets. Some of the vines were … strange. Bulbous at the end, as if made for a specific purpose.

  sidering how she had ended up here, and her css, she could make a few guesses.

  Her cock throbbed iement, ae herself, she blushed at the reaaybe she wasn’t a prude, but throwing herself into a wiggling mass of vio be vioted was something even she found dubious.

  Then again, she’d only a few seds ago been fug a hole in the wall, so she ast the point of letting shame win.

  Swallowing, and her breath pig up, she scooped her pants from around her ankles so they didn’t catch, then approached the flower bud. A closer iion revealed nothing more, so she he protruding vines, .

  They sensed her ing. The slow, waving ropes swiveled toward her, then honed on her, aligning in dire. She stayed a safe distance away. They didn’t snap out to scoop her up—and she was too far if they tried—but their i was clear. They wao get their hands on her. Her assumption had been, while not literally proved, strongly reinforced.

  So, what? She was supposed to let herself be vioted by vihen it would free her, somehow? Returo her friends, who were undoubtedly panig over how she’d gone missing?

  A thicker vine caught Natalie’s eye, cutting off her thoughts. The others looked, while thicker at the ends than most vines, meant for thrusting, not—well, what this one seemed purpose-built for. It had an opening at the front. Inside, fleshy green walls pulsed, and the viraioward her waist, as if trying desperately to tch to her cock. It was lohan the rest; it almost reached her.

  Natalie’s cock stiffened, having briefly settled dow thiches of girl cock swelled to full attention, still wet from the earlier event.

  Embarrassingly, she stepped forward, her feet carrying her more than an active decision did. The vine closed the gap. It tched to her cock, swallowing her member with tight, hot, bumpy walls. The feeling was even more incredible than the hole above. Tighter, slipperier, and with a mind of its own, it thrust along her length, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine.

  The vihdrew, cutting off the amaziion. It swayed a few feet back, as if beio e closer.

  To where the rest of the virained for her.

  Which was, to say the least, highly suspicious. She could infer with total fide this point, that if she stepped forward, she would be grabbed by dozens of vines and shortly be vioted. Maybe she would have done so happily, even, but beied into it? The vine-pussy having pleasured her, then pulled bad swayed in pce, as if trying to draw her in? Dubious. Extremely so.

  Then again, what else was she supposed to do? There didn’t seem to be as. The flower bud was firmly closed, and she didn’t think f it open was smart. In fact, if she had to guess, ‘fulfilling’ this enter would be how she advahe stage of whatever this puzzle room was. Because that was what it was, right? A puzzle room? Or maybe not so much a puzzle, just an enter of sorts. Of a lewd variety. Fitting to her css.

  So she had a logical reason to do this. Her friends were undoubtedly worried what had happeo her, so she should get this over with as quickly as possible.

  That was the excuse she used.

  The real reasoning, which she didn’t admit to herself, was of course her poundi, and the anticipation of what dozens of writhing vines would feel like squirming across her, a vine-pussy pleasuring her with eager thrusts.

  She took several steps forward, putting herself withilife’s grasp. The vine pussy tched to her cock, returning to its eager pleasuring of her cock, and its friends joihe assault. Ihan a sed, she’d been grabbed in half a dozen pces, by arms, legs, and waist, then lifted into the air.

  She hoped they were gentle.

  Or maybe she didn’t.