The vines wrap with surprising speed around your legs, holding you tightly. You almost panic as you realize that trying to rip a leg free form the vines could easily unbalance you, sending you crashing down into the foul water - where, half tied as you are, you could easily drown.
Before you can come up with any other plan, more vines have reached your waist, and send of shoots that tightly clench your wrists, leaving you trapped standing in the middle of the swamp, still as a statue.
Thankfully, the vines don't seem to be growing any further right now - perhaps all that rapid growth exhausted them? - though you have no idea what you are going to do to get free, immobile as you are.
You look up with a start as you hear a low, throaty laugh. Sitting a few feet away on a moldy log is a strange looking woman. She's only a little more than three feet tall, but definitely an adult - her breasts and hips wold be generous on a human sized girl, and on her are huge. Her skin is a dark oily green, gleaming in the dim swamp light, and her jet black hair is tied back into a sloppy pony tail, revealing long pointed ears. She's barely wearing clothes at all, just an assortment of scraps of leather and chain mail the look as if they were randomly tied onto her. Her face is pretty, despite her somewhat unnerving pointy toothed grin, and she leers at you hungrily.
"So," she says, her voice surprisingly deep and husky, "You want me to fuck you senseless, right?" |