Seeing how she and Camille had fled the sparring yard in full gear, they still had their ons with them. Natalie had set her hammer in front of the door to help fend off invaders. Camille, though, had leaned her staff against the er of the sink, within arm's reach. She grabbed it now, leveling it toward Natalie, happy to take the lead.

  A familiar tingling to Natalie's sixth sense annouhe formation of Camille's spell. Though Natalie should have expected it, the vihat appeared beh her feet caught her off guard—she tried to step away, but the thick green mass whipped out and slithered around an ankle, smming her foot bato the floor. A different one grabbed her other foot. Before she k, both legs were anchored firmly in pce. Several hard yanks didn't make their grip budge. It was a rooting spell, at its core; even Natalie couldn't break free.

  "Those things are seriously annoying," Natalie said, eying the slippery green loops as they encircled her. "Dunno if I've mentiohat." As Camille's cssmate, she'd been on the receiving end of the spell more than ohough never in this particur way.

  "Snares are awful, I know," Camille agreed with a ugh. "Especially fhters." She grinned. "Maybe they … say sorry to you, today. You might not hate them so much."

  The vines tio slither around her, entombing Natalie's shins and slowly advang upward. Her heart started to gallop as they encroached higher and higher. She was familiar with the spell, but it had always stayed well beh her knees. A simple root. They'd never gohis far. Onto her thighs. Then higher still.

  "I didn't know you had this kind of trol over them," Natalie said, trying to resist her instinctive urge tle—and only half succeeding.

  The vines slipped under her uniform jacket, then wiggled down into her skirt. She shivered as slimy green flesh slid across her skin. Had they always been this slippery? She didn't think so. Though it would certainly help with … other activities. At the same time, the slimy residue might be annoying, sidering she had still had css the rest of the day; it was getting all over her and her uniform.

  Then again, that was where the sing liquid would e in handy. The unsung hero of yesterday's loot.

  "It took some practice," Camille admitted. "Spells don't have that much give to them. They be stubborn to ge." Her brow sched down, then she made small adjustments with her staff, which she still had poi Natalie. Guiding the spell. "And usually they're not this responsive. I must be gettier." She sounded vaguely fused.

  A thick rope wiggled its head iweehighs, f through and popping out the other side. It slithered a loop around her left leg's upper thigh and squeezed hard. Another followed, seg her right leg. The tact against her sensitive areas extracted a groan from her.

  Despite the quickly advang distra, her thoughts tched to what Camille had said. She was finding it easier to trol her vines? Enough that she even sounded fused about it?

  Was that Natalie's fault? Was her lust-based css passively helping the enter along? It had dohat before, but only with her spells. None of her teammates had bumped into an iion like that.

  Then again, none of her cssmates had tried to fuck her using their skills. None of them had abilities that could—otherwise Jordan probably would have tried.

  Though, thinking it over, maybe Ana had spells that could be used that way. How did those bck shadow tentacles of hers work? Did they have physical substance like Camille's vines?

  Either way, this was a first. Would all csses react to Natalie's when used for inappropriate reasons? Did that mean anything, practically speaking? Could it be used, somehow?

  Or had Camille really just improved her trol, and Natalie was overthinking this?

  A vine snuck up Natalie's stomach, rubbing its slippery body across her stomach, then slipped underh her bra. It coiled around her breast and squeezed. Her hand shot to her chest, and she clutched the writhing, strig mass through her uniform jacket and undershirt, shivering as she was assaulted. Natalie's brief curiosity over the situation disappeared, her brain occupied with other matters.

  Camille gestured upward with her staff, and two vines roughly encircled her wrists, then scurried upward, dragging her arms along with them. The power behind the spell wasn't anything to dist: it ell built eo disable a person. While it couldn't harm her, even if Natalie struggled, it would take a while to break free. That was the whole point.

  Why did that get her heart rag? That she was at Camille's mercy?

  The two seg vines settled above her head, twisting around each other and going still, their goal aplished. Natalie was left with both hands stretched above her, and a quick struggle indicated that, indeed, she was stuck this way whether she wa or not. All four limbs locked down—her movement almost entirely disabled.

  At the realization, her cock throbbed. Vines writhed beh her shirt, slippery appendages groping all across her body, making her shudder. Breathy groans escaped her, growing in iy. The pnt life stayed pointedly away from her lower half, besides the two huggihighs, brushing against her more by act than with any explicit i. Was that Camille's goal? Was she waiting before she really got to it? She could only assume so.

  "I thought … this was a colborative practice session," Natalie said, uo stop herself from squirming i life's grip, despite the a's futility. "'t help but notice that you're just having your way with me."

  Despite the situation—being tied up and very mu the receiving end—Natalie wasn't especially perturbed. While being at Camille's mercy was exg, she wasn't a blushing mess like … well, previous events, the day prior. It took a lot to break her posure, as had happened with Ana. Like sing bodies and having her own cock spped onto her face. Maybe she had found a nereciation for submissive tendencies, but it definitely wasn't her default.

  "We'll get to that," Camille said. "First, we're pying with my vines. You'll have to wait your turn. I know you've been waiting to try them, anyway, you pervert."

  Her staff pointed down, and finally, the first vine slipped into her underwear, no longer just brushing against her. Natalie's hips bucked as the lubricated appendage ground into her, burying around the restrictive space. The pnts struggled to move around iight space, with all of Natalie's clothing still on.

  Natalie's eyes caught the mirror, briefly, and it was a lewd sight, seeing herself strung up by green ropes, wiggling masses expl her body—skirt bulging out as the most adventurous pyed arouween her legs.

  Then two more viarted teasing at the edges of her waistband, and Camille murmured, "Well, the's let her out to py, yeah? You've got no idea how long I've been waiting."

  Gesturing with her staff, the two vines yanked, and Natalie's skirt and panties jerked down to her knees. Eight throbbing inches of girlcock popped free, bobbing as it settled—which Camille's browracked, going wide as she took in Natalie's on.