The moment Natalie uhe strings seg her lower armor, a vine was already wiggling io help finish prying it off. Flig the metal piece away, it immediately began nuzzling against her cock. She sucked in a breath of surprise at the sudden onsught of slimy sensations, the pleasure of having her cock rubbed by a lubricated appendage.

  Slithering up from the ground, another vine appeared—this oh a rge pink flrowing on it. She watched it approach her cock with apprehension. Like its sisters, the vine was covered in shiny liquid, but the secretions had a different hue: a faint, shimmering pink tint rather than the clear color of the others. That meant something, surely. But what?

  She didn't have much ce to wonder, or sed guess whether it was safe. Repg the previous, the flower-adorned vine looped around the base of her cod began stroking, sliding up and down with a firm grip. Her cock was quickly lubricated in the slippery pink material.

  It didn't take long to discover what the substance did. Immediately, her cock was set on fire. But … in a good way?

  In an overwhelming way. Her back arched, entire body seizing as every nerve ending became hyper-sensitive. A lewd groan was torn from her lips as the vine pulled upward, sliding its grip along her length, then back down. Hot sensations crashed through her, whitihoughts out and makioes curl.

  It was too much, overwhelming in how pleasurable the movement was. The small part of her brain that wasn't being drowned in bliss aowledged that this robably why the vine enter belonged in the Pace Basement. Vines had seemed too tame, hadn't they? But there was a chemical factor as well. A potent one.

  She groawisting against the vines' hold on her, but unlike previous times, they didn't loosen their grip. Maybe because they sensed her struggling was from ecstasy rather than an actual attempt to resist. Whatever the case, she twitched and jerked against the vieeth g as waves of pleasure bsted through her.

  "Nat?" she was vaguely aware of Vaa's voice asking in arm.

  Natalie had fairly formidable sexual stamina by this point—especially when she was being stantly 'taken care of' thanks to the various city assigs. But uhis exquisite chemical torture?

  With her cock coated in a slightly piivity-enhang substahe vine pumped up and down owice, three times, and on the fourth—less than ten seds ter—she already felt her stomach g as heat rushed down to her cock, signaling an ining climax. A part of her was embarrassed, distinctly aware of how she was being watched … that Vaa would be seeing her cum almost immediately to the simple act of a viroking her cock, and she wouldn't know that she had been promised.

  Her asm took her, leaving her breathless and shaking as ropes of white spurted out of her twitg cock. She writhed in the grip of the vines—which had lifted her off the ground, something she only notiow, lost in pleasure—as she tio be milked. If she'd thought the initial stroking had been overwhelming, being jerked off while climaxing was another matter entirely. The sensations bio overwhelm her. The noises ing out of her mouth didn't seem like they beloo her; harsh gasps and guttural moans as the vine worked up and down her length insistently, spilling hot bursts of liquid heat from her cock.

  Whe stringy burst ulled out of her, she went limp in the vines' hold, gasping for breath and flushed from head to toe.

  And just like that, the vines dropped her.

  She nded on knees and elbows, entire body feeling like getin as she panted for air, barely able to keep her eyes open. Her cock throbbed rhythmically, oversensitive and tingling even after it had stopped being stimuted.

  Dizzy, she forced her head up to take note of her surroundings, reminding herself she was in the dungeon. But the vines had disappeared.

  They'd gotten what they wanted, already? One and dohat was it?

  'That was it'? That underpyed the event. It had almost been too much, aainly more than she'd expected. Sure, all the vines had done was rub against her cock, going 'less far' than previous events in some objective sense. But that had been seriously intense. Almost too much.

  Struggling to her feet, she met Vaa's eyes. The girl had taken a few steps forward, daggers drawn, clearly w whether she o help.

  "Fine. I'm fine," Natalie mumbled. "It did something to me," she groaned in expnation. "Sensitivity? Some kind of … substance." A coherent description was hard to formute in her current state. Her head was swimming iermath of her climax. In some senses, it had been the most explosive one she'd had—though definitively not her favorite or 'the best'. Pleasure driven up to eleven, and not necessarily in a good way.

  Still not thinking properly, Natalie grabbed her cock to crify, in a gesture, what she meant by 'sensitivity substance'. As soon as her fingers ed around that rigid length—it hadn't softened iermath of her asm—she sucked in anasp of air.

  Because it felt good. Way too good. Her sed hand joihe first, and without intending to, she began stroking herself. All other thoughts wiping away, she jerked herself off with two hands, masturbating right in front of Vaa—not that the girl's presence eveered at that point.

  Pleasure arced through her with every motion, building rapidly as her hands moved faster and faster. Hot sparks of sensation burst through her with each up-and-down. She should have been less sensitive right after an asm, but it didn't feel like she was rec from one. She sprioward another climax, the pressure a building faster than she could believe.

  Already?

  Already. It took a handful of pumps, like with the vines, before her legs were shaking aoes curling. Her mouth opened in a silent cry as anasm ripped through her. Pleasure swept her away on waves of dizzying bliss. Cum shot out of her co jets, spraying onto the vines between her and Vaa. She milked herself desperately, needing to prolong the high for as long as possible.

  She came back to awareness some unknown mier, sitting on the ground, legs spread. Vaa was staring at her, even more ed than before—and visibly more flustered as well.

  "I'm fine," Natalie mumbled. This time, she kept her hands firmly away from her cock; even the air brushing against it felt way too good. "I'm fine. Just—sensitivity serum."

  The vines hadn't moved; they really were doh her, apparently. All they had wao do was grope her a bit and coat her in whatever that substance was.

  F herself to her feet, she stumbled down the hallway, scooping up her discarded armor as she went. For all she knew, if she stayed too long, the vines would take i again, and she wasn't sure she could take another round of whatever that had been.