The Legendary Monster Layer!

Unfortunately, though she may have defeated the vine in her mouth, and no others seemed to be taking its place, that didn’t mean Ari had freed herself from their powerful grip.

And Cecile—the guiding force behind the plantlife—apparently had an idea on how to heat things up, and get Ari closer to breaking her composure, because she didn’t let Ari dangle there in the air; seeing her defeat one of the vines violating her, Ari was suddenly being carried through the air.

She bumped into Claire, bodies being forcefully pressed together, and with Ari’s face right next to hers.

Ari had somehow been ignoring her own pleasure to some small degree—ignoring the vines still thrusting out of her two lower holes, however insanely satisfying—but now, so close to Claire, and hearing the whines and moans escape past the sloppy violation of her friend’s throat, Ari’s thoughts were ten times more compromised.

Down lower, vines worked away at Claire, too, but of a different sort. A large, thicker, hollow one pumped away at her cock, milking her in a diligent frenzy. Ari could see each thrust fill the plant life up, making it bulge outward, then see it seal back closed as Claire’s cock left it.

“Keep it together,” Ari panted into her ear. Their bodies jostled together, hot, sweaty flesh rubbing and slipping as they were fucked by the mass of vines. “We can win this. You just have to hold out.”

“Mhmggmg.” Claire’s response was, obviously, strangled. She had who-knew-how-many inches of vine wiggling around in her throat.

It might be up to me. Ari looked around the room at her teammates. Lori and Silvy weren’t doing much better. The sight of their bodies writhing around in pleasure somehow did more to make her stomach clench with need than the sensation of her own holes being used—which, let her state for the record, was in no small way easy to ignore. Especially when she was actively using her [Tight Grip] skill to squeeze down on them and milk their {Stimulations} higher, trying to defeat them so she could reach the mini-boss.

“I believe in you,” Ari murmured into Claire’s ear. “It doesn’t feel that good. Tell yourself that. We need to win.”

Claire nodded rapidly, but by the tears springing up in the corner of her eyes, Ari didn’t think she stood much real chance.

It’s definitely up to me. Which wasn’t wholly surprising. Ari was the one with the class specifically built for this—she had better stats, a higher {Stimulation} limit, and even skills to help her along. Her Menagerie members were limited to mundane efforts—if admittedly they gained stats and higher {Stimulation} maximums, too. Just not to the extent Ari did.

The squeezing of her lower holes finally yielded results, and a good thing, too, because Ari was finding it harder and harder to fight back the burning heat that threatened to turn explosive.

Inside her, synchronized, two thick, eager-thrusting vines shuddered as they lost their fight. Warm seed spurted into her, splashing against her womb and inside her ass, quickly filling her up with slippery life-giving liquid. Ari wiggled her hips side to side as she pressed her face into Claire’s shoulder, desperately preventing herself from taking too much pleasure in the feeling of being emptied into.

They slipped from her, and Ari lowered to the floor, the vines supporting her losing their strength. She bumped into the ground with a slight jar, and Ari panted from the effort of restraining her desire.

She looked up at the real enemy.

Cecile stood there, arms crossed, a picture of composure. Except … not really. There was a hint of flush on her pale-green cheeks, and her lips were slightly parted. By her heaving chest, she was breathing hard. The vines might be their own ‘encounters’, but Ari suspected she felt through them. And the sensation of violating not one, but four girls—and all of their holes, or cocks—at once must be overwhelming.

{Stimulation: 22/41}

Sure enough, her intuition was right. Cecile was already half-way there. But compared to her teammates … who, with a quick scan, put them all at above two-thirds … it was still a close fight. As expected for a level six miniboss being attacked by a group of threes and fours.

But still. Winnable. Especially if Ari could get to Cecile herself.

She staggered wobbily to her feet. Her pussy and asshole pounded from unfilled need, and from the frenetic, not-so-gentle violation they’d just been through.

Cecile watched her come, and Ari could see the excited glint in her eyes that said she was happy one of them had broken through their writhing confinements … and that now she had to handle them herself.

It took a bit of a climb—especially with her shaky limbs—to clamber up and into the … flower-pot? … of the alraune’s central body. Ari heaved herself over the edge, and she sank up to her knees into a see-through pink liquid. The bottom of the mini-pool was squishy, but supportive.

Ari blinked down at the pale green woman. She was shorter than she’d seemed from down on the ground … but then again, she sprouted from the pink pool of liquid at knee height, so she was missing almost a foot of height from that alone.

“Um,” Ari said, abruptly feeling a bit silly, now that she’d arrived. What was she supposed to do, just throw herself on Cecile and start pleasuring her? It felt too sudden. Plus … Cecile’s eyes were seriously compromising, and with how tightly they were pressed in to each other—the pool where Cecile stood, between the flower petals, was barely large enough to fit the two of them—Ari had a great, up-close sight of them. They were a vivid, intense red, the same color as the flower petals. “Hi.”

Cecile quirked an eyebrow. Her hands slid around Ari’s waist, then down to her ass. “You four are putting up more of a fight than I thought.”

“We’re, um. Hard workers. That’s us.” Seriously, Cece’s impassive, snare-like gaze was way too intimidating. And intimidating in a good way—in a way that had Ari’s stomach squirming.

One of Cece’s hand slid from her ass, tracing up and across her lower back, then around to her stomach, and finally down her pelvis. Cool, long digits slid between Ari’s legs, and Ari startled, remembering what she needed to do.

It’s a close fight, but we can definitely win. Ari just had to show this plant-girl a good time.