Errant
A moment of clarity kicks in, you understand why you've gotten so warm. As close as she is now you can tell the sweet scents of the room are coming from her. And you realize what she is: a nymph. And she's done something strange to you; you're not about to let it continue. You tell her as much but are surprised to see that she only pouts at this reaction. Like this is only a minor setback for her.
"I like it when my guests are willing," Her pout unfurls into a villainous smile. "But I like it more when they resist." Suddenly hundreds of roots start to wrap about your body, like they were just waiting for their mistress's say so. Each ankle is held and pulled to the side splaying you atop your mushroom bed. Curling tendril reach around your body stroking you as they move. A thick rope of them curl around your neck, not applying any force but serving more as a warning. The bindings on your cock begin to tighten.
You try to thrash about hoping to loosen the grip but find the resistance met with retaliation. The nymph slaps you across the face before planting a kiss on your raw cheek. Like the reaction she pulled from you she does it again, again, and again. It isn't particularly painful--you've been slapped much harder in the past--but it reinforces a sense of helplessness in your current situation.
The vines start to work on ministrations of their own squeezing your nipples and pinching them between curling rings. It isn't long before the ones holdin your penis begin moving up and down like an ephemeral hand job. The nymph gives you no breaks either. Her delicate fingers trace your jawline before she uses them to force your mouth open. "No biting, okay?" She says in a sickly sweet voice before reaching her other fingers into your mouth. She plays with your lips and tongue, nearly gagging you with the force and depth she occasionally applies. When she's satisfied she removes her hand from you and begins to focus on herself. Still gripping your chin she forces you to watch as she unlatches her skirt at the hip and reveals herself fully. You have a full view as she begins to rub herself in rhythmic circles. Then one finger goes in as she moans on top of you. You can't keep any sounds down either as your mouth is held agape and your body being fondled and played with.
Another finger goes in, all the while she stares you down as she masturbates on top of you. She's getting off on the control she has over you. And all you can do is let it happen.
"I like it when my guests are willing," Her pout unfurls into a villainous smile. "But I like it more when they resist." Suddenly hundreds of roots start to wrap about your body, like they were just waiting for their mistress's say so. Each ankle is held and pulled to the side splaying you atop your mushroom bed. Curling tendril reach around your body stroking you as they move. A thick rope of them curl around your neck, not applying any force but serving more as a warning. The bindings on your cock begin to tighten.
You try to thrash about hoping to loosen the grip but find the resistance met with retaliation. The nymph slaps you across the face before planting a kiss on your raw cheek. Like the reaction she pulled from you she does it again, again, and again. It isn't particularly painful--you've been slapped much harder in the past--but it reinforces a sense of helplessness in your current situation.
The vines start to work on ministrations of their own squeezing your nipples and pinching them between curling rings. It isn't long before the ones holdin your penis begin moving up and down like an ephemeral hand job. The nymph gives you no breaks either. Her delicate fingers trace your jawline before she uses them to force your mouth open. "No biting, okay?" She says in a sickly sweet voice before reaching her other fingers into your mouth. She plays with your lips and tongue, nearly gagging you with the force and depth she occasionally applies. When she's satisfied she removes her hand from you and begins to focus on herself. Still gripping your chin she forces you to watch as she unlatches her skirt at the hip and reveals herself fully. You have a full view as she begins to rub herself in rhythmic circles. Then one finger goes in as she moans on top of you. You can't keep any sounds down either as your mouth is held agape and your body being fondled and played with.
Another finger goes in, all the while she stares you down as she masturbates on top of you. She's getting off on the control she has over you. And all you can do is let it happen.