The floral phallus fucking Mira switches out for a different plant tentacle a couple of times, until one of them suddenly bulges inside her.

Seeds travel up the hollow appendage buried deep in her pussy, punching slowly through her flesh like a lubed fist.

Then the seeds reach the tip, and the hollow vine punches through Mira's last gate, and into her womb.

It doesn't hurt.

Her hentai-logic body is set up for this too, and when the first seed breaches her womb, the pleasure is so intense she actually loses awareness of everything outside herself, all else falling away as her body thrashes in ecstasy.

Eventually, there are no more seeds. Or maybe Mira's womb just can't fit anymore. She's stuffed extremely full, her belly bulging out tight and round, by the time the vines all calm down and release her.

One vine stays looped around her ankle, dangling her by that one leg as it uncoils and stretches, lowering Mira down, down, down, before depositing her on a section of false floor where enough roots and branches and moss and stuff has formed a relatively flat area of collected loam. It leaves here there to recover.

So.

That happened.

Mira runs a hand over her belly tentatively, feeling the way the skin is pulled so tight its hard to the touch. It doesn't hurt, exactly but it does feel kind of like her entire gut has been turned into a lead weight. She can barely bend her spine, and has to stand up very carefully. Pink light spills out from under her belly, her Flowering crest shining brightly.

She takes a step and winces.

Having a womb full of seeds is going to seriously slow her down. She doubts she can fly through the canopy like this. Her abdomen is way too stiff for parkour. She shivers softly, hands rising from her belly to cup and squeeze her own breasts. It was worth it. It would've sucked to stop when the vines started seeding her.

Mira sighs and looks around.

It's darker down here, in the canyons between tree trunks, but Mira can still see fine. There's an odd scent on the air, a heady, sugary scent.

And was that a moan? That was a moan.

Faint, muffled moans are audible from over that way.

Mira shivers again as the sounds of pleasure make her pussy throb with a new surge of arousal.

Satisfied for less than a minute before the first hint of something sexy going on has her horny again. She really is insatiable now.

Biting her lip, Mira hesitates for a moment before quietly creeping toward the noises. If she sees something that looks like it was meant to be private she'll leave as soon as she's resolved the mystery, she promises herself, but like, this is literally a tentacle-hentai rainforest, not some place anyone should expect to be private. And it's not like Mira herself would've minded if someone heard her cumming her brains out and stopped to watch, treating her like live porn.

Mira puts a hand on the wall of bark that is the nearest massive tree-trunk to steady herself as she works her way around, lured inexorably toward the muffled lewd moans.

This brings her to the edge of a 'cliff' formed of branches and roots, beyond which lays a large hole in the false forest floor. The sweet scent, reminiscent of vanilla ice cream, is powerful here, and mixed with the fainter brine of seawater.

Below, there is a large lagoon, a cove within the roots of the forest, waters sparkling in the light spilling in from the side, where a tunnel in the roots opens out onto the Blue.

Down on the water's surface below, sit a half-dozen gargantuan and vibrant red flowers, each sprouting shiny green vines. Vines that are at the moment holding on to and pleasuring a trio of humanoids. A girl with skin patterns like an orca and squid-limbs in place of hair. A young woman with slate-gray skin, fins, and pointy teeth. A plump shorty with aquamarine skin and pointy ears. Each of them is held tight in the vines of one of the huge red flowers, moaning happily as the vines fuck them.

Monstergirls! That's so cool. And kind of figures. A squid-girl, a shark-girl, and... an aquatic goblin?

Mira's hard bulging belly gets in the way of her arm as her hand tries to slip between her legs.

Knowledge of the huge red flowers bubbles up in her brain. She knows they're called Rafflesias, and she knows how they work. The scent is coming from them. They plant their seeds in any humanoid wombs they catch, though not as vigorously as Mira got seeded herself. She's pretty sure, now that she thinks about it, that she's carrying a mix of Strangler Vine and Seeder Bulb.

The Rafflesia's scent is kind of obnoxious, actually. She has no desire to be fucked by food.

Mira watches for a few more moments, confirms that the monstergirls don't appear to be in distress, then moves on, heading inland.

It's slow going, moving without jostling her belly too much, especially through such a winding and twisting path of interconnected and tangled branches and roots.

Twice she thinks she's on solid ground only to reach a turn and realize she was on yet another tree branch the whole time.

She isn't worried about getting lost. She's moving so slowly that however long it takes for her to lay her seeds, once she does and she can fly through the canopy at over a hundred miles per hour again, backtracking days of walking would only take minutes.

What's more, more and more knowledge keeps bubbling in her brain. She can just look at a plant and already know what it is. She doesn't have to wonder if something is safe to touch, to brush against with her bare skin. Not that there's much that isn't, in the tentacle-hentai rainforest. Nearly everything that isn't itself hentai-tentacles is either benign to the point of being hypoallergenic, edible, a natural aphrodisiac drug, or both.

So there's no reason not to explore.

Mira spots a strawberry the size of a fist growing under a branch as she walks by, plucks it, and moans softly as she bites into it. She passes a large flat-topped mushroom that her isekai knowledge tells her is nutritious and tasty. She casts a Construct spell, building a crude knife from platonic solids, and cuts herself a slice like the mushroom's cap is some kind of pie.

She finishes her snack and moves on.

The flora that is, itself, hentai-tentacles, is also plentiful, though less so than the ubiquitous benign foliage. At any given point, she'll have line of sight on between zero and two of the local hentai-plant organisms, nestled among the treescape.

As she walks, Mira passes a Floozy Flower, known for inducing drunkenness, a couple more Strangler Vines, which are hard to spot when they're not moving, a Pit Pod Flower, and several Molester Bulbs planted in her path.

A lot of the plants seem to be able to sense Mira's state, though, at least on a rudimentary level. A few tentacles poke out, then seem to notice that she's already stuffed to full capacity, and slurp back in to where they came from to leave her alone.

There are exceptions, like this plump, toothless, slimy, venus-fly-trap-looking bifurcated bulb. A Fairytrap. A demitentacled plant with a psychic hunger for lust and pleasure. As soon as Mira gets close enough, it opens up like a pair of fat pink lips, it's slimy inner surface covered with a miniature forest of phallic tentacles and yonic orifices, and tries to grab her.

Mira flinches back for a moment, startled.

But.

Gods she's horny.

The seeds stuffing her womb press down on the exit to her womb with every jostle, sending powerful bolts of teasing pleasure surging around the inside of her pussy. She's been walking with one hand cradling her belly and one hand awkwardly wedged underneath, using her fingers to put pressure on her clit, the moment-to-moment relief only driving her arousal higher. She probably wouldn't have lasted much longer before asking her slimesuit to plunge itself into her holes and fuck her hard.

So those fleshy pads covered in glistening fleshy rods and holes, which she knows are exactly what they look like, are a devastatingly appealing sight. Mira entirely fails to follow up her flinch with an actual dodge.

The Fairytrap snaps closed, sandwiching Mira between two thick pads of sticky flesh. It molds around her body, phallic rods squirming around to plunge immediately into her holes, one forcing itself up her ass while another with a bulbous head punches up between the walls of her vagina to press firmly against her womb, squishing her sensitive cervix in between itself and the mass of seeds.

The Fairytrap's squishy slime oozes into the crevices of Mira's body, tingling as it sets. It adheres her to the plant's flesh, gluing Mira's body in place, head and feet sticking out either side of the trap.

Mira's eyes roll back in her head and she cries out as she cums instantly, the crushing pressure on her cervix from both sides forcing her pussy to spasm and flutter and clench down on phallic plant flesh.

A note of complaint from Mira's slimesuit, a whisper in her mind which she doesn't countermand, and the glue is slick again. Her slimesuit melts off her legs and coats her fully as a simple layer of lube again, forming a barrier between Mira's skin and the adhesive properties of the Fairytrap's slime.

She slips, a little, without the glue to hold her, but not enough to matter if she isn't trying to struggle free.

One of her breasts slips into a yonic hole, which seizes the whole breast and starts kneading and sucking. Phallic rods curl and grip her, rubbing on her slick skin. A thick tendril presses itself into Mira's mouth, releasing a squirt of something refreshingly similar to fruit juice. And of course, the rods in her pussy and ass never stop wriggling.

The Fairytrap feels what she feels, reacting to her pleasure and sluggishly chasing it. It's not perfect, but it can follow her own responses directly to know exactly how to please her within the limited dexterity it does have. When she needs to cum, it ravishes her and wrings orgasm after orgasm out of her. When she's relaxed and drifting in a sea of sensation, it massages her slowly inside and out until she starts craving the edge again.

Night falls. The distant diffuse sunlight fading away to darkness.

Wait what? It's night?

How long as she been wrapped up in the Fairytrap getting forcibly pleasured?

She's been telling herself she'll discorporeate out of the trap after one more orgasm for... dozens of orgasms, at least. Maybe hundreds.

Well.

If it's night, she may as well wait for morning anyway. It doesn't feel like she's been stuck for hours. She still feels freshly-caught, freshly-fucked. Not at all spent. Every wriggle and stroke still feels so fucking good.

But. Sunrise. She'll escape at sunrise. As soon as she sees the sunlight return. Right.

Then the Fairytrap can keep giving its prey orgasms and feeding on the pleasure all night.

Hours later, the sun returns, right on schedule.

Augh, fine, past-self.

As her next orgasm wanes, Mira lazily gathers the scraps of her willpower and...

twists

...jerking free of the Fairytrap's grasp and rematerializing fifteen feet away.

Mira curls up on the soft moss, trusting her supernatural cleanliness to keep her safe as she snuggles into it like a blanket. She's not out of breath, because she's never out of breath, but she takes a few moments to do the non-literal parts of catching her breath anyway.

She waits until laying there gets boring, then she pushes herself up, looks around, and starts wandering in a random direction again. She has her slimesuit ooze down to concentrate itself around her legs to protect her feet, once more forming the thigh-high latex booties.

After about half an hour of walking, a sound becomes audible through the trees.

The crackle of fire. Girlish voices, chanting. The sounds of something being dragged.

And a deeper voice, bleating in distress.

Mira is bored enough that there's really no question.

She heads toward the noises to investigate.

The high, girlish voices become legible as Mira nears.

"MeAt aNd Se~mEn! MeAt aNd Se~mEn!"

The tangle of branches and roots opens out onto a large glade, and down below within that glade is a crowd of naked green skin and plump little curves. Over a dozen nude forest goblins standing around what looks like it was once a stone altar of some kind, now thickly overgrown with only the regular seams of the flat top revealing it for an artificial structure. All of them chanting and cheering.

A team of four more forest goblins, these draped in leafy camouflage, are working together to drag a net-sack containing a  tawny figure three times their size up toward the altar in the center of the glade.

"MeAt aNd Se~mEn! MeAt aNd Se~mEn!"

They get him there, working together to wrestle his arms and legs into crude stirrups attached to the altar one after another, until he's stretched out on his back with his arms over his head. Once he's secure, the hunting party untangles the net in some clever way that lets them get it off of him without cutting it. Pulling it away reveals a sleek, muscular, masculine figure covered evenly in a barely-there layer of soft brown fur, with toeless hoof-like feet and an inhuman face, large antlers like those of an elk growing from his skull, held in place by his own bound arms.

The hunting party quickly ties a leather strap around the elk-man's muzzle, muffling his frustrated-sounding protests, then ties another leather strap around the base of his large but flaccid cock, each of them reaching out to stroke his rapidly-stiffening shaft to a swelling in the chant.

Then, all the goblins fall silent at once as yet another goblin emerges from the edge of the glade. This one has snow-white hair adorned with flowers, and is wearing the only piece of actual clothing in the entire clearing: a push-up bra made out of a few strips of leather, giving her a prodigious amount of cleavage to show off. She's also carrying a gnarled staff inlaid with some sort of Blood-element enchantment.

This chieftess raises her staff, her face splitting into a lustful grin, and the chanting starts up again as she strides slowly up toward the altar.

"MeAt aNd Se~mEn!!! MeAt aNd Se~mEn!!!"

Mira hides quietly in a nook overlooking the glade, watching as the goblin girls secure their furry prey.

...the elk-man doesn't seem that afraid? Frustrated and angry, yes, but not terrified for his life.

So probably the goblins aren't going to kill and eat him? Mira would rather not be in that genre of tentacle-hentai.

She feels kind of like she maybe ought to help the elk-man? But only if she can be sure she's helping rather than halping. Mira remains hidden and keeps watching.

The chieftess reaches the altar. The chanting rises in enthusiasm again as she plucks a small bone needle from her hair and uses it to prick the elk-man's arm.

"MeAt aNd Se~mEn! MeAt aNd Se~mEn!"

A dot of blood wells up. The chieftess flips her staff around, bringing the gnarled tip to the drop of blood. And the blood starts flowing, floating up away from the elk-man in a small stream, before gathering into a small red orb that floats at the end of the chieftess' staff.

She raises a hand, and all the chanting falls to silence again.

The chieftess strides over toward the crackling campfire below the altar, where a crude grill has been assembled.

She plants her staff and declares, "We feast!!!"

The goblins all cheer, wordlessly this time, as the orb of blood suddenly bulges like something's trying to break out of it. The chieftess swings the staff down toward the grill and starts... extruding raw steaks from the orb of blood. The meat sizzles as it begins to cook.

"Our shaman provides!"

"OUR SHAMAN PROVIDES!"

Meanwhile, the elk-man just looks surly and vaguely nauseated. And then apprehensive. All of the goblin girls who aren't gathered around the grill are now eyeing his erect cock like they're about to fight over it.

Well, that sort of counts?

Using flesh magic to clone meat from a blood sample! So they can hunt furries for food and get all the delicious rewards with none of the murder!

Nifty.

The hunting party throws off their leafy camouflage, revealing four more curvy green goblin girls. They quickly play a pair of something that must be a local equivalent of rock-paper-scissors. The losers step down and start cajoling and corralling the rest of the goblins into lining up to wait their turn.

The winners climb up on top of the altar on either side of the elk-man, panting eagerly. The pair of winners quickly pounce on the elk-man's wobbling erection from either side, squeezing it between their lewd little bodies and stroking it with all four available hands. The elk-man lets out a plaintive groan, flexing and straining against the unyielding stone bondage as his erection swells and firms under the goblins' attention.

He bleats in alarm one last time before moaning as his cock erupts, spraying sticky white fluid up from between the pair of nude goblin girls. His cum rains down on the goblins, who throw their heads back and bask in the gooey rain, and also onto the stone of the altar all around them.

The goblins smear their fingers through the cum, spreading it over the altar. Then, they each slap a hand down on the stone and call out in chorus, "LUST OVERFLOWING!"

An ominous red glow bleeds through the seams in the stone altar, forming patterns and sigils. This... is not rune-craft. This is something... older, and more primal. Something almost... alive.

The elk-man's entire body flushes, his eyes going wide as his flagging cock suddenly leaps to full throbbing hardness. One of the goblins removes the leather strap from the base of his now-towering cock, which trembles and then launches a solitary spurt of cum into the air. The elk-man writhes in his bonds, a high-pitched, desperate whine bubbling out of his throat with each breath as his hips shake.

The goblins all watch raptly as the lead hunter leans in and ever so gently flicks her tongue against the elk-man's glans. He erupts instantly, his straining cock shooting three distinct spurts of cum into the air before returning to its previous state.

A raucous cheer goes up throughout the goblin tribe, while the elk-man whimpers.

The first hunter wastes no time, standing up and mounting the tip of the elk-man's ensorcelled penis before plunging down, impaling her small body deeply on the massive shaft, air rushing out of her in a wheeze as his girth crushes aside her innards. Her eyes roll up in her head, her body shivering as the elk-man lets out a muffled wail and his cock visibly pulsates, pumping spurt after spurt of cum directly into the goblin's womb.

The goblin huntress' belly starts to swell, then drips of cum leak out of her, running down the elk-man's shaft to drip off onto the stone beneath him. The glow of the ominous sigils intensifies, radiating lust out over the goblin tribe and even reaching Mira up in her hiding spot.

That first goblin pops off the captive male phallus, flopping aside in a spray of fluids. The second huntress instantly takes her place, impaling herself and shuddering in pleasure as the elk-man's cock spasms and floods her womb. She finishes is much the same fashion, and another goblin girl takes her place.

One by one, each of the thirsty goblins impales herself on that throbbing dick and lets her pussy milk out enough semen to stuff her womb full. Then each one crawls away, collects a cooked steak, and gnaws on it as she lays in a puddle of cum and watches the impregnations continue.