[Aether watches in wide-eyed horror as the plant plunges into Brickston's throat, all the while keeping his teeth gritted to avoid a similar fate. Maybe a few burns would be worth it if they managed to escape? Attempting to dodge the bulb threatening to force its way into his mouth, he starts to mutter a spell under his breath--]
[But all attempts at spell casting go out the window as the nuruname seeks out a different means of injecting those potent aphrodisiacs. It urges past his face and down into his shirt, forcing its way lower and lower before finally sliding into his pants. Even without being able to see what's happening, its final destination is all too obvious. Two vines work to force Aether's legs apart, as the one slithering under his clothes tries to force it's way up inside him.]
[He struggles harder then, biting back a cry of pain as he feels his eyes beginning to water. The size of those bulbs was nothing to sneeze at, after all. But it doesn't last, and it isn't long before the pain gives way to more pleasure than he knows what to do with. Was this what the plant wanted of them?]
[No longer able to fight it, he finds himself rolling his hips against Brickston's, hardly realizing he's doing it as his mind grows hazy from sheer arousal. He can feel it reaching deeper, practically pouring more of that sweet nectar inside him to make him comply. It's utterly humiliating -- but above all else, he hates how much he's enjoying it, frustrated grunts replaced with unmistakable groans of pleasure. This world has truly corrupted him, hasn't it?]
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[But all attempts at spell casting go out the window as the nuruname seeks out a different means of injecting those potent aphrodisiacs. It urges past his face and down into his shirt, forcing its way lower and lower before finally sliding into his pants. Even without being able to see what's happening, its final destination is all too obvious. Two vines work to force Aether's legs apart, as the one slithering under his clothes tries to force it's way up inside him.]
[He struggles harder then, biting back a cry of pain as he feels his eyes beginning to water. The size of those bulbs was nothing to sneeze at, after all. But it doesn't last, and it isn't long before the pain gives way to more pleasure than he knows what to do with. Was this what the plant wanted of them?]
[No longer able to fight it, he finds himself rolling his hips against Brickston's, hardly realizing he's doing it as his mind grows hazy from sheer arousal. He can feel it reaching deeper, practically pouring more of that sweet nectar inside him to make him comply. It's utterly humiliating -- but above all else, he hates how much he's enjoying it, frustrated grunts replaced with unmistakable groans of pleasure. This world has truly corrupted him, hasn't it?]