29 – (R-18) Miniboss

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Cecile - Lv. 6

Alraune

{Stimulation: 0/41}

{Pleasure: 0/100}

Constitution: D-

Skill: F+

Charm: D-

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Ari stared with wide eyes up at the writhing mass of vines. “R-Remember guys, stay focused. We can win this.”

Though, a level six … and with such impressive stats. And forty one stimulation! Sure, it was a four on one, but they were all two to three levels lower. In a normal encounter, a group of four adventurers might be able to handle this, which was what gave Ari hope they could, too. But it’d be a tough fight.

And all those writhing vines were going to pose a threat. After being teased by the mimic’s slimy appendages, she’d been looking forward to her next encounter with something similar. And here it’d arrived.

“This is odd,” the recently transformed monster girl said, looking around at herself, and down at her body—which melded into the center of a six-petaled red flower at knee-level, though everything above was tantalizing, plush curves. “This form is … unusual. And the method of fighting, too.” She spoke with a reserved, impassive monotone—a clinical analysis. Her expression didn’t change in the slightest to the revelation that had most of Ari’s targets blinking in surprise. “No matter. I will still come out the victor.”

“How do we pleasure v-vines?” Claire asked, even as they started to crawl across the floor, headed for them.

“Try to get to the body,” Ari said. “But who knows? Just do your best to take care of them. I bet they’re sensitive.” Then, right before she was scooped up, she said, “Just remember! Hold yourselves off!”

And then two powerful vines grabbed Ari by the ankles, and she was yanked off her feet and into the air.

The vines wasted no time getting to work. They slithered around her limbs, pinning her tight and suppressing her struggling. Two wrapped around her thighs, and the slimy pressure as they wiggled so close to her sensitive area was seriously compromising.

{Stimulation: 0/41}

Ari needed to keep constant watch-out for that stat. {Pleasure} was more or less irrelevant—they were already fighting outside of their comfort zone, so they would simply be looking for a win, here, not to maximize Pleasure.

The vines were cold, unlike the warm tendrils of the mimic. They were also more powerful, firmer, and numerous. They engulfed most of her body—neck, thighs, calves, stomach, swirling around her tits and squeezing them.

Two of them clamped down on her nipples, shocking her, and started sucking. She cried out at the intense sensation of being pleasured by plantlife, before the noise quickly turning muffled as a vine shoved into her mouth.

It explored around, bumping around her cheeks and bulging them out, before going further—slipping into the tight hole of her throat and slithering down. Ari gagged against the vine, shivering at the speed and forcefulness of the violation.

At the same time, vines worked away at her lower half. Bulbous cock-like plantlife rubbed at her pussy, spreading her lips open and teasing her, but not pushing in. She grinded against it, begging for entry. Instead of that one obliging, though, she was attacked from behind, a cold vine pushing into her asshole with no warning.

She groaned in pleasure as it spread her open, then stirred around in her insides, pushing more and more of the flexible material into her. She couldn’t tell just how deep it was going, but Ari felt so full, and yet it kept pushing and pushing.

Then the third vine plunged in, and Ari was being violated by three—five, consider the sucking at her chest—plants at once. They each thrusted in and wiggled about, pushing against her tight holes.

The assault was most mind-erasing down low. Stuffed from both those locations at once, she’d never been more full in her life. She could feel every squirming movement of the two vines as they entangled themselves in her insides, exploring with a dexterity she’d never experienced.

She hazily looked down at her stomach, which was bulging out the smallest amount as the vines pushed to and fro, examining and toying with every inch of Ari’s inner walls.

It feels … so good …

She wanted to be used and thrusted into, to close her eyes and give herself over the sensations. But she couldn’t. She had to fight back. Pinned in the air like she was, her options were limited, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t fight.

First, she had to stave off her lust. A surprising amount of her combat style was simply keeping control of herself, fighting down orgasms as they threatened to arrive.

Next, she had skills to utilize. Her level three skill was [Tight Grip]—a skill that afforded her holes extra dexterity and power, the ability to pleasure her partner in a way most people couldn’t. She clamped down on her pussy, asshole, and throat, making the restrictive holes even tighter, even more pleasurable to the vine’s thrusting efforts.

She couldn’t know this for certain, but Ari suspected they were vulnerable to pleasure, too. Ari could defeat the plant-woman at the center of this writhing flora—or at least weaken her—by bringing the vines to orgasm.

{Stimulation: 5/9}

And sure enough, Ari’s intuition was right. The vines were their own ‘mini-encounters’, and Ari needed to defeat them individually. So she let herself be used, gyrating her hips back and forth and squeezing down on her holes, trying desperately to bring the vines to climax. She sucked and coaxed the underside of the one in her throat with her tongue, gargling and choking on it as saliva fell from her lips.

It shivered, and let go. Warmth suffused her stomach and throat as it shot out its viscous, hot load. It slid from her throat and fell to the side, defeated. Ari hacked and coughed to clear her airways.

One down, two to go.

And once she’d broken through, she could make it to the plant woman—Cecile—herself.