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Claire 1 again O_O Your luck is terrible
Vine 12
Entangled 4.
Vine 15
Claire 3 -4= -1 ... Yup, this one is over.

Getting rather annoyed with it's quarry, the vines decided a little shaking was in order and proceeded to thrash around, shaking Claire like a ragdoll in the air even as her wrists was rebound and the vines around her ankles coiled farther up her legs, the grip becoming constricting as they only climbed higher. Rather then risk her using her hands, which the plant seemed to have figured out, it crossed her wrists above her, her palms facing outwards as it began to rapidly lift her into the nearby trees. The world became a swirl of green as Claire was quickly repositioned, her body forced to move whether she liked it or not, soon having her arms folded up behind her back and tightly bound before being yanked forcibly against the trunk of the tree, some strange limpet like growth on it's trunk seeming to be the creature she had been fighting.

With her back suddenly engulfed in the dark green fleshy interior of the growth, Claire found her entire torso soon covered in slowly tightening vines even as a pair slid under her tank top to curl around her breasts, the motions of them slowly groping and kneeding her chest bringing a blush to her face as she felt her legs pulled apart and spread against the tree, bound there and immobile as two vines continued to slither up her thighs, slipping under her shorts to travel over her hips, stroking and prodding around, as if looking for something specific. It didn't take long before a long, teasing, and insistent stroke drifted over her panties right across her folds even as another vine curled around her neck and ran over her face, forcing her to keep looking forward as the tree molested her body.

Although the idea to blast herself free seemed a good one, it wasn't to be for even as her arms were bound, she felt several thing creepers twine around her fingers and wrists, and force her hands into fists, keeping her from calling on her power even as whatever the hell this was started to get more insistent....
 
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And that was the day everyone found out it was actually possible to roll lower than a 1.

Despite her best efforts, Claire just couldn't break free, the vine swinging her around making it impossible for her to get a grip on her tendril-like opponent. As her wrists and even hands were bound up behind her back, she sighed in defeat. She knew she was beaten now, there was no way she could break out. Still, she gave a few struggles against the vines, but her heart wasn't really in it. She was hot and exhausted, and she just couldn't seem to best this silly vine thing.

As she was forced against a tree, her breasts pushing uncomfortably against the unyielding wood, she saw a strange, limpet-shaped, object attached to its trunk, it looked as though the vines were coming out of that. So that was the thing she had lost to. And now it appeared to be claiming its prize. Tentacles were slowly crossing around her body, further binding her and spreading her legs against the tree. More vines joined in, slipping under her clothes and caressing her flesh. Her breasts, and pussy, both were the subject of the groping. As its efforts intensified, Claire felt a hot blush come to her face. "H-h-h-HEY!!! What are you doing?! Let me go you pervy plant...thing!" She let out an involuntary whimper and shuddered a little as the vine pressed against her pussy through her panties.

The situation seemed to have taken an alarming turn.
 
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The plant itself couldn't care less about Claire's own preferences regarding the situation, and the insistent molestation was only making her body hotter by the moment as she was rather shamelessly groped and carressed under her clothing. It was with a slight shudder and a soft, unbidden moan, that she felt her panties drawn to the side, the tendril now able to directly press against her rapidly slickening folds repeatedly, teasing her in the most infuriating way as the tendril that had coiled around her neck moved in front of her face, it's tip splitting in four directions to reveal a bright white flower, a series of thin golden tendrils smelling of honey waving in front of her face as it moved closer.

Moving in tandem with itself, which wasn't surprising at all, Claire felt the teasing to her breasts increase in frequency as her nipples were teased to hardened points in a steady rhythm and she felt her slit invaded, the tendril slowly easing into her depths, pushing into her folds with little resistance as the flower's own sought entrance to her mouth, pushing and sliding across her lips as the flower continued to move closer, the smell intoxicating even as pleasure washed through her body, the tendril in her folds quivering slightly before starting to slowly and gently thrust into her. As if to compound her situation, Claire felt another tendril pressing around her back door, pushing at her pucker experimentally even as her slit was slowly plundered.
 
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It soon became readily apparent that Claire was at the plant's, if it could be called a plant, mercy at this point. It easily shifted her panties aside, and after an agonizing delay, rhythmically began to penetrate her while massaging her sensitive breasts. Claire moaned aloud, the treatment starting to get the best of her body.

When the flower lowered in front of her and opened, it's intoxicating aroma, combined with the pleasure she was already receiving, made her begin to pant heavily, allowing the golden tendrils easy access to her mouth. Almost subconsciously, she felt her tongue reach out to touch one of the golden things, curious to know its taste, despite the situation she found herself in.

She was still reserved about what was happening, sure her body was enjoying itself, but she was being raped by a plant dammit! Then she felt a tendril slowly beginning to probe her ass. This shot all sorts of alarm bells off in her head, she had never even imagined taking it up the ass before, ever. This made her so nervous and scared that she actually began to softly weep at the state of her affairs. "Oh please, no! Nonononono! Anywhere but there! Look I'll be cooperative, I'll be good, I won't complain or struggle at all, just don't stick it there! Pleaseeee! She was begging, bawling really. In an effort to appear compliant as she had said, she began to roll her hips, to the extent she could in her bound state, on the vine penetrating her soft pussy, moaning in pleasure as she did so. She didn't have the first clue if this creature could understand her at all, but that wouldn't stop her from trying to save herself from a butt attack from a horny plant monster thing.
 
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Much to her surprise, the plant did indeed seem to understand and the vines around her tightened for just a moment before the tendril slid away from her ass, leaving her anal virginity intact for now even as she bucked her hips and allowed the flower access to her mouth. The tendrils of the flower did indeed taste like honey, a sticky sweet taste as all three curled around her tongue and the plant pressed the flower against her mouth, silencing her completely as it felt like she was being kissed and force fed the sticky substance at the same time. Having acquiesced and allowed her to not have her ass penetrated, the plant didn't expect any trouble. It was almost as if it was a symbiotic creature and it's thrusting into her folds took a deep and steady rhythm as her hips bucked against it and she moaned lewdly into the flower. It wasn't long before an orgasm ripped through her body, her juices covering the vine thrusting into her folds as she screamed into the flower in pleasure, the plant drinking in her fluids like a kind of food.

Starting to get what it actually wanted from her, the plant showed no signs of stopping, the thrusting only increasing in strength and speed as it pounded into her folds and forced her through more climaxes then she could count even as it fed her something. The honey, because it lacked any better name in her lust addled mind, seemed to ease any pain in her muscles and relax her completely as her rape continued and only after Claire was so wracked with pleasure that she could barely stand, did it stop, simply holding her there for awhile as she recovered before setting her back on the ground. At no point did the thing even undress her, and as she stood there, looking at the retreating plant, she realised that she smelled like the honey herself now, and her face was smeared in the substance....
 
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In between her moans of pleasure, Claire gave a stifled sigh of relief as the probing tendril moved itself from her ass. 'For small mercies', she thought to herself, and as the plant loosened itself a little in response to her promise of cooperation, she increased her participation in the act to compensate. The thought of going back on her word, given in fear did not cross her mind. Indeed, this plant had shown her some degree of mercy when it didn't have to, she would remember that.

As the golden, honeyed tendrils twisted about in her mouth with the flower sealing it all inside, she passionately sucked on them, finally letting go and enjoying herself. Between the apparently lust-inducing honey, the romantic flower, and the pleasure she was getting from the breast massage, she was having a not at all uncomfortable experience. And of course her pussy just felt fantastic, the vine plundering her soft dampness at its own pace as she bounced her hips up and down on top of it. This didn't feel all that bad for her first rape. And then she suddenly went over the edge, the tendril knocking her cervix and causing a brief gush of orgasm to shoot from her folds, being eagerly absorbed by the plant. As the flower muffled her screams of pleasure, the vine in her crotch went into overdrive, going from an almost rhythmic lovemaking to an eager fucking in seconds. She came and came for the plant, and with the delicious, relaxing, honey being fed constantly she enjoyed every minute of it.

After the plant had had its fun, it withdrew from her, though it still supported her, allowing her to recover some before setting her down and retreating, leaving a lightly cum-stained, honeyed, sweaty Claire on her own. She watched it leave with her head cocked to the side, going so far as to give the thing a friendly wave, it had been rather kind to her after all. She idly ran a finger across her face, collecting honey and sucking it off.

She decided that she would remember the kindness shown by the plant if she ever encountered it again, and as she recovered the strength to set off, she was careful to avoid any vines that looked like they might belong to similar creatures. Though weather it was out of desire to avoid a confrontation with them, or actually a desire to not harm them she wasn't sure. It would probably do her well to remember that a species could not be judged by the actions of an individual though.
 
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The honey from her face tasted just as good as it had before, and made a small shiver of pleasure arch up her spine for a moment. It seemed the plants were dependent on repeat business, however, wisdom was the appropriate choice and just because one had been unusual didn't mean the others would be. Walking around on slightly shakey legs, Claire soon regained her composure. She knew, despite losing time in her encounter, that her friends had to be close, and after about another hour of very carefully making her way through the jungle without incident, she smelled the smoke of campfires and cooking. She was close, Really close.
 
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Enjoying the leftover honey on her face, Claire continued on her path through the jungle. Finally she smelled a campfire and figured she had to be close to her group. Still, now that she was, relatively, clearheaded, she didn't speed up or rush herself, knowing that in a jungle like this haste most certainly made waste. And rape too. That in mind she still proceeded forward cautiously, not wanting to choke on the homestretch and wondering if her group had run into the same trouble she had.
 
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Going slowly proved to be a good idea, because now that she knew what to look for, she saw several slowly moving vines that signalled another limpet like plant that would undoubtedly take advantage of a mistake. Circumventing it completely, unless she chose otherwise, Claire could make out the camp now through the trees. And her friends. There was Margeret, the leader of the expedition in her labcoat and glasses, her blue jeans covered in mud, and even a smear on her face as she untied her sweating blonde hair and sat down. "Any word on Claire yet? We need her, this place is a pain without her magic, it's why she had been hired." She said to who could only be charles, the armoured man holding a rifle walking into view. "Non yet M'am, I'm a little worried. And you hired her because she had a nice ass as well. Too bad you bat for the other team, because so do you" He said jokingly, which earned the tall brunette man a thump in the arm which made him laugh.
 
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Navigating around the limpet creature, she didn't like them that much, Claire finally got within sight of the camp. She caught the exchange between Margaret and Charles and blushed a little bit. Apparently her naivety had transferred to the game quite nicely because while she recognized the two, she had not realized the woman actually swung in her direction. But gazing upon her from afar, she was an attractive woman herself, and the blush deepened in her cheeks as she imagined what sort of fun two women could have in this jungle. She shook her head violently, she wasn't that lustful...was she?

As her emotions fought within her, she smeared a little mud on her cheeks in an effort to conceal her blush. Then she decided it was time to rejoin the group.

Channeling a little magic she cut a small plant out of her way with a flourish and walked into camp more or less calmly. "Did someone call for the mage? Sorry about that, I still don't know how we got separated so badly. The blasted creatures here...er...didn't really help matters... I hope your journey was not as rough as mine." The last bit was stammered, and she felt a strong blush creeping back, her memories of the limpet creature quite vivid.
 
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Both people, and several more within the camp looked surprised, and Charles all but freaked until he realised it was her. Margeret however ran forward and hugged her. "Holy shit I'm so glad you're okay, we we're all worried sick!" She said, her body entirely too noticeable for Claire for just a moment before Margeret stepped back and Charles stepped forward with a canteen. "Drink up you spazz, we've been wondering when you'd show up, as I told Margeret repeatedly, I don't tend to worry too much about people who can control the elements with their mind. Still, glad you're okay. The rest of the crew is making lunch if you're hungry. As for the trip, we had a few complications, but everyone is relatively alright." Patting her on the shoulder, the uniformed man went to sit near one of the fires, pulling a flask from his pocket and taking a pull.

Margeret however refused to leave her side and insisted she eat, practically dragging her towards another fire with the rest of the technicians, a healthy smattering of 7 other people, 5 women and 2 men, all messy, sweaty, and still smiling.
 
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Claire gave an embarrassed laugh and rubbed the back of her head at the barrage of comments that hit her. She was still a little out of from her...adventuring, and now that she could smell food, her stomach began to rumble mightily. She offered a shrug to Charles and Margeret and after draining the water said, "Well you know, errr yea, nothing i couldn't handle!" Her familiarity with these people, artificially induced or not, seemed to have helped her out of her out and out shyness with them, but she was still somewhat awkward, as denoted by being an apparent spazz. Oh well, there were far worse things to be, she imagined.

And then Margeret was dragging her off to get food, and once they got close, Claire was no longer being dragged. Her stomach easily took point, and she piled as much food as she could get and began chowing down next to the fire. She looked around and was glad to see that the jungle at least hadn't dampened anyone's spirits. Beckoning Margeret over to sit by her she asked the project leader, "So what's the situation, anything I should know? Oh geeze where are my manners, how are you? How did your journey go? What complications did you guys have?" After all the concern Margeret had shown for her well being, it would be rude not to ask how her friend had fared during their time apart. Just girls sticking together, right?
 
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Margeret chuckled and nodded. "I had the strangest encounter with some kind of vine creature, and a giant frog, but you know Charles, that man knows his rifle, we all turned out alright, although Sherry there got a little more then she bargained for" She said laughing, pointing to a redhead with freckles and wide rimmed glasses who blushed furiously. "What... It felt good and you guys couldn't hear me... You know... SHADDUP!" She said blushing again much to the amusement of all. "We're just happy you're alright, despite the disheveled state we found you in, interesting species, we should name them" one of the men said, who was grinning ear to ear, apparently having thought the episode was rather amusing since no one had been hurt. "KYLE!" Sherry said loudly, bonking him with her canteen and blushing again. Apparently Sherry was the only one to suffer during Claire's abscence, and from personal experience, it wasn't really suffering...

Claire was also accutely aware of the smell of honey on Sherry, like a pheremone, and she immediately thought about the two of them intertwined, moaning... Shaking her head, Sherry seemed to sniff the air, looked at Claire and blushed again, although she didn't say anything.
 
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Claire listened to Margeret's recounting of their journey with a smile as they were apparently in good spirits about it. "Frogs huh? I didn't run into any of those, fortunately. I... May have seen one of those strange vine things you mentioned. Looked kind of like a limpet with a bunch of vines coming out." She decided to not mention just how close of a look she had gotten. Instead she listened to the group poke fun at poor, flustered Sherry, seemed they had a little in common. As the wind shifted, she picked up the familiar scent of the honey on Sherry, it evoked images of lust-fueled passion, wild sex in the middle of the jungle. She blushed and averted her eyes for a second then noticed Sherry sniff and look in her direction, appearing to have much the same response as Claire herself did. She gave a rueful smile at Sherry, sending her a knowing look.

Maybe she had a little scientist in her, because she found herself curious to know if other people could smell the honey on them and if it caused them to feel the same lust, or if it could just be picked up by the plants and people who were recently exposed to the honey. Claire casually glanced around, looking to see if other people looked like their imaginations were running a little wild like hers.

"Well I'm glad everyone's alright. Sounds like quite the little adventure. Still, lets try to not get split up next time!" Claire laughed a little at this, then nudged Margeret, saying, "So what's next on the agenda, boss?"
 
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Sherry blushed and then smiled, but didn't let on that she knew what had happened, and then her eyes wandered over Claire's form and she blushed again before continuing to eat. It seemed that no one else could smell the honey, or was having any adverse affects, meaning that it must have been a way for the plants to mark people, and to try and get them to come back once in awhile. there was no telling how long it would last, and it seemed that those marked in this way knew eachother. Another way of inspiring the feelings that would hopefully lead back to another feeding. Which Claire was now absolutely certain it was.

Asking what was next, Margeret chuckled and finished her meal. "Well, next is the ruins of course, we need to study them, apparently it's a massive ziggurat that no one has taken a close look at in decades, and I'm extremely curious. Odd legends surround it, but they're all just rediculous. Undead legions, what nonsense." Laughing again, Margeret got up. "Alright people, we leave in an hour, take what breaks you can and get whatever business you have settled, because in an hour is our final push to the temple!"

Despite any misgivings in the camp, and they're didn't seem to be many, the air was filled with clapping and cheering for a moment, apparently Margeret was not only respected but well liked and trusted. A strong woman indeed. At the mention of having an hour of free time, Sherry wandered over to her own tent, looked at Claire, and then slipped inside. A clue perhaps?
 
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Observing the behavior of the other people in camp, Claire felt she could safely conclude only people 'marked' with the honey could sense it on each other. It definitely seemed like a way for the plant to get some repeat business, encouraging fierce, wild, sex. As Margeret continued, she listened to the plan, feeling a chill go down her spine at the mention of undead legions. "Hahaha of course! What a silly legend!" Okay, maybe that laugh was a little unconvincing, but it sounded an awful lot like a cursed temple, and well, that sort of thing could really give a girl the heebejeebes!

Once the group got the word to take an hours rest before departure, Claire stood up to stretch. As she did, Jenny caught her eye as she walked into her tent. A blush tinged Claire's cheeks as the tent flapped shut behind her. Surely not... they didn't even know each other that well,
did​
they? But then she caught a whiff of the honey and she shrugged, taking a glance around and then walking right on in after Sherry. A now familiar heat beginning to take hold of her loins.
 
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Sherry was waiting for her, and as Claire entered the tent, she was immediately and passionately kissed, Sherry pressing against her as the heat in her loins became an inferno. She was right, they hardly new eachother, but at the moment that didn't really matter in the slightest. After breaking the unexpected kiss, Sherry looked at her and said "Hello." Which was admittedly hysterical, but the humor was lost on the lust addled pair as Sherry moved in for another kiss, a cot nearby seeming to call to them, or the floor, or the desk....
 
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Claire let out a muffled 'mmph' as Sherry kissed her upon entering the tent. Her surprise quickly gave way to desire as she sank into the kiss, aggressively probing Sherry's mouth with her tongue. When she pulled back to say 'hi', Claire just smiled back with a mischievous look in her eyes. As Sherry moved in for another kiss, Claire pulled her back towards the cot.

As they went back, Claire was rapidly alternating her hands between feeling up Sherry, stoking the fires in her own loins, undressing herself, and undressing Sherry. Given all of this, it was somewhat of a miracle that she managed to be completely nude by the time she backed against the bed, and Sherry had to be in some state of undress by now as well. Grinding herself against Sherry's leg, Claire pulled the researcher down on top of her, giving her the dominant position. It was only fair after all, she had initiated.
 
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Sherry giggled into the kiss before moaning into Claire's mouth, helping with the frantic disrobing as both women let their interest be known to eachother and Claire pulled her down onto the cot on top of her. Not wasting much time, Sherry kissed Claire before moving to her neck and gently kissin her way lower, one hand steadying herself while the other had begun to drift up and down Claire's folds, sending small waves of pleasure shooting up her spine before her warm lips wrapped the peak of Claire's nipple in the heat of her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh as Sherry's surprising skilled fingers settled over her clit, and began to gently mimic the motions of her tongue, moaning into her chest as the pleasure began to build. Only after Claire had reached a peak would Sherry move. And soon enough, the skilled lover was rewarded with just that, Claire's inner walls rippling as her body writhed in it's peak and her back arched into Sherry's mouth.

Sliding up again, Sherry teasingly kissed her neck, grinding her body against Claire's as she recovered, panting and moaning softly in her own lust as her hips ground against Claire's leg, her folds moist with arousal before she moved into a 69 on top of Claire, slowly lowering her glistening slit towards her mouth even as her own tongue was felt dragging upwards across Claire's petals before diving into her flower, moaning and gasping softly as she waited for Claire to return the favour.
 
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Claire happily fell back on the cot with Sherry on top. She just knew she wanted sex, now. She happily tweaked her unattended nipple while Sherry simultaneously sucked on one while she also pleasured her dripping folds orally. Claire bunched up a sheet and moaned into it as she arched her back, the pleasure electrifying her body. For such a bookish looking girl, Sherry was quite good at lovemaking, for they hadn't been going long at all before she came, squirting love juices right onto Sherry's hand.


As Sherry lay on her, panting and grinding her pussy against her leg, it was all Claire could do to just lay there and not moan too loudly. She just sat there, enjoying Sherry using her body. After a few minutes though, Sherry was ready for more. When Claire found herself in the bottom of a 69 with Sherry's tongue already re-penetrating her, she quickly grabbed the girl's ass and pulled her down onto her face, burying herself in Sherry's pussy. She was far too aroused to be tactful at this point, making up for her lack of skill with tenacity as she ate Sherry out with gusto, relishing the 'honey' her body naturally produced, moaning lustily all the while.
 
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