It's a tough call.

Go north. Follow the River.

Go east. Follow the coastline.

Chase after the Oasis Gang. Get her stuff back. Maybe get re-captured. Apparently the slave collar around her neck 'counts' when it comes to her bizarre inability to free herself from bondage. She tries to ask her slimesuit to do it for her, but her throat locks up, her mind locks up. She can't ask. And her slimesuit isn't proactive enough to do it on its own.

It doesn't help that a part of her likes it. She doesn't naturally get off on following orders but it feels a bit like a missing piece of what her natural kinks are, like the collar is completing her somehow. It's a shivery thought. But she does want it off, she can feel the reluctance in herself to interact with society again while its still on her, not fear, but awkwardness.

Chasing down the Oasis Gang and demanding her stuff back with the collar still around her neck would be awkward. It'd be awkward even without the collar, actually, but the collar makes it an order of magnitude worse. It's not like she's attached to any of that stuff.

So, the alternative.

Write off the stuff she got dropped into this world with, leave it to the Oasis Gang as a further thank-you for getting to live out one of her fantasies, and go in a different direction. Normally she wouldn't get within ten miles of a jungle, but on this world... the calculation is very different. Not only is Mira herself basically invincible, the jungle itself is... not like a jungle on Earth would be. She can tell, even, just by looking, isekai-implanted knowledge bubbling up inside her brain: she knows what all of the plants around her are called and what properties they have, and she knows how to use what she finds to keep even a frail baseline human alive in this literal tentacle-hentai jungle, nevermind her superpowered hentai-girl-dream-body.

Mira always loved the jungle aesthetic, even if on Earth she kind of hated being in nature in full generality. In this new realm, though? It literally is a tentacle-hentai jungle, not a 'real' jungle. Sure, if she didn't have magical superpowers now she still wouldn't go near it, but it's not revolting like a 'real' jungle, like nature-on-Earth, would be.

And she remembers the broad strokes of the map she arrived with. To the north? Less tentacle hentai. To the east? More tentacle hentai.

Well, when Mira puts it like that, it's kind of obvious which direction she's going, isn't it.

The canopy is like a carpet of lush green cloud, with leaves thick enough to lay upon, but soft enough for a leg to sink in, a foot to slip through. Running on top of the jungle is a futile exercise in frustration.

Below the canopy, thick mossy branches tangle into an intricate network, illuminated by the soft glow of dappled sunlight. Here, there is much more room to move.

The way Mira can move now is utterly exhilarating, a raw childlike joy and primal wonder as she traverses the ancestral environment of the hominid in a way no brachiating tree-dweller could hope to match. She mentally commands her slimesuit to reform itself around her legs, coating her from toe to thigh in black latex, wrapping especially firmly around her ankles and feet, while leaving her bare from mid-thigh upward. She bounces in place a little, testing how it feels. And jiggling her breasts to check if she needs support there. Miraculously, she still doesn't.

Running along the branches becomes leaping from branch to branch becomes flying.

She hurtles toward a mossy trunk at the speed of a missile, flicker-dashes through the wood, and rematerializes just in time to kick off the other side and hurtle onward. Branch to trunk to branch to trunk, the wind roaring in her ears, her flight is almost smooth, never needing to circumnavigate a foothold or a point of leverage when she can flicker-dash through it instead; obstacles become speed-boosters rather than impediments.

Mira keeps the ocean in sight off to her right as she rockets through the arboreal terrain.

She plays with another of her powers as she goes. Every time she leaps, she can feel that energetic charge in her body, and when she tries she can change direction in mid air, leaping a second time off of nothing. Each time she does, it eats up the entirety of that charge, regardless of how little or how much she deltas her vee, and then the next time she so much as brushes a fingertip over a tree trunk or branch or other solid surface, the charge returns, bursting back to full strength.

As she grows more familiar with it, she start's playing closer to the edge, zigging out into sunlight over open water, before zagging back into the canopy, grinning with childlike glee.

There is very little in the Green that can challenge something as fast as Mira, but that doesn't mean there are no hazards.

The Green is dense with diverse life, and only most of it is erotic.

In that gap between trunk-branches, ahead, there appears to be something floating, suspended without support.

Faint, gleaming lines hang in the air.

One instant, everything is fine.

The next, Mira's head is wrenched backward suddenly and violently by some invisible force. She hears a horrible crunching-tearing sound inside her neck, and then darkness.

Mira snaps awake with a gasp and a wince as some last thing finishes popping back into place inside her skull. Awareness rushes back as her regeneration finishes repairing her mangled spine and leaves her able to feel her body again. A surge of adrenaline has her force her eyes to focus and orient to what she's feeling.

She's stuck to thin gossamer strands. A spider's web, large enough to hold a dozen of her.

The impact sort of folded her up and stuck her in a very awkward position. Her spine is folded back on herself, her scalp almost touching her ass, which is stuck to the web just above her head. Her legs are stuck to the web as well, at right angles to her body, as are her arms.

That other thing that was also caught in the web wriggles, shaking the strands, and calls out to her in a whispery girl's voice. "Hey, human! Hey! Are you alive?"

It's... a giant moth, with a humanoid upper half, fuzzy antenna, and a cute face. A moth-girl.

"I'm alive."

Mira glances around as best she can. Mira wriggles but remains firmly stuck. She shudders.

"Please tell me you have a spider-girlfriend and we're not about to be eaten by an actual giant spider?!"

"No, we're doomed."

The moth-girl's jerks her head toward one of the trees supporting the web.

Clinging to the wood is a beefy black spider the size of a lion. It isn't moving, but it is staring at them.

"It was eating a panther when it caught me. But I think it might be ready for seconds soon," the moth-girl hisses in a terrified, raspy whisper.

And then the spider starts climbing toward them.

NOPE.

On raw, visceral panic, Mira twists her mana through [Attack] and just blasts it out of herself in all directions.

At her level of mana control, with no spellchain, this results in a ragged magical wind that erodes and inflicts pain on anything it touches. At her level of mana output, the effect is pretty dramatic.

The web around Mira's body rips apart into dust within a heartbeat. The bark on the nearest branches shatters like glass. The moth-girl lets out an agonized scream as the magical wind scours away layers of fluff, scales, and skin, and shreds her delicate wings.

And the giant spider? It recoils as its eyes burst, shrieking horribly as loses its grip and falls along side them.

The moth-girl has enough wing left to at least attempt to slow her fall, but the spider plummets like a stone.

Shit! Fuck! Bad!

Mira spins in the air, clamping down on her panic as her mana hits [Projectile] and she launches a barrage of spellbolts at the falling spider. The spellbolts hit, and pierce through its carapace, killing it and ripping the corpse to pieces.

Then she kicks off of thin air to flicker-dash toward the moth-girl, catch the small fluffy demihuman in her arms, and spin them around.

Mira's back hits a branch, her body cushioning the moth-girl while her own spine snaps with a sound like thunder and blinding pain lances through her whole being.

Mira gasps awake out of a dark pit of timeless agony as her regeneration puts the last pieces of her innards back together. That was twice now, in as many minutes.

"Ow..." Mira expresses herself weakly.

The moth-girl's face is staring down at Mira from inches away.

"You saved me! That was amazing! You're so strong!"

The moth-girl gives Mira a pained smile. Something hot, slippery, and meaty slides out of the moth-girl's thorax and slaps against Mira's thigh.

"You'll be so good for my babies. Maybe some of that power will rub off on them!"

The moth-girl's thorax lifts, and the hot, slippery appendage curls down to prod at Mira's vulva, rubbing up and down between the human's pussy lips.

Babies?!

Oh, moth-girl eggs.

That's an ovipositor she's feeling.

Wait, moth-girl eggs?! She, uh, okay that's still kind of hot and she's actually conflicted here, but...

Mira starts to push the moth-girl away, raising her arms and legs to guard herself. "H-Hey wait-"

Mira's words are cut off by a soft girlish moan as the slick, meaty ovipositor plunges into her pussy, stretching her walls open as it sinks in deep and presses up against the entrance to her womb. Her hips curl upward to ease its passage into her depths as her arms and legs flop open, the will to resist wiped away by the pleasure of one thrust.

"S-Stop."

In principle this is one of Mira's kinks but now that it's about to actually happen to her she has questions about several pertinent details concerning what she's in for in this specific case. But the throbbing phallic egg-tube just feels so good inside her, her hips are still moving helplessly, fucking herself on the moth-girl's ovipositor even as she frets about the unknown consequences to come.

"S-Stop. W-Wait. I..."

The moth-girl pouts.

"It's now or never. You tore up my wings!"

Then the moth-girl shuts the human up with a kiss. Her lips are soft and slick and her tongue is much like Mira's, humanoid but long enough to plunge down Mira's throat.

"I'm probably going to die anyway. So you just lay there and be a good girl for me while I pump you full of cute little eggs, okay?"

She seals her mouth over Mira's lips and kisses the human girl hard as she starts pushing the first egg down her tube with an orgasmic shiver.

Be a good girl.

Mira shivers and then the slave collar floods her with warm fuzzies as she obeys the order to just lay there.

The moth-girl has a point that it's Mira's fault she's grounded. Mira does feel guilty about that. Also, Mira has regeneration and thoroughly supernatural sex organs as well as protections and immunities to a whole bunch of things. There is very, very little that can actually go wrong, here. Fear of the unknown is powerful, but so is the exaltation of being a good girl.

Mira gasps, her body convulsing as a gentle orgasm surges through her. Pink light flares from her crotch and rips a second orgasm out of her, echoing and amplifying the first. Then she feels the first egg, the phallus thickening and bulging up at her entrance. A wriggle of heated excitement squirms through her guts, her body trembling as she gives in and submits.

A component of Mira's womb tattoo is the Flowering crest.

Which just lit up, casting pink light over the moth-girl's body.

The moth-girl stops violating Mira's throat with her tongue long enough to blink and look up. "Huh?"

A thick green vine slams into the moth-girl's side. Her ovipositor gets yanked out of Mira's pussy before it can deposit even one egg and the startled flash of confusion on the moth-girl's face is the last Mira sees of her before she goes hurtling into the darkness in an uncontrolled tumble.

Mira's hips spasm as the rapid removal of the ovipositor shaft shocks her pussy into another small orgasm, which her Cascade crest doubles again. She cries out, lewd girlsounds echoing through the trees.

She jolts up, reaching for the long-gone moth-girl even as her pussy clenches and pulsates, achingly empty, and her limbs tremble. What? What happened?

A massive motile flower, that's what.

A wide fan or red petals blooms open on the side of the trunk above, stretching out away from the wooden surface on a thick green stalk. It's surrounded by meaty green vines, one of which just slammed into the moth-girl and knocked her away.

That vine slaps down across Mira's chest, wet and slick as it crosses between her boobs to pin her chest down on the branch. Four more vines lash out, spiraling into loops which slip onto and around Mira's wrists and ankles, before yanking her feet-first into the air.

Mira yelps as she's flipped upside-down, and instinctively struggles.

She finds purchase on thin air.

Mira vanishes out of the dangling flower's grip and reappears on the branch in a three-point crouch.

She blinks, it suddenly hitting her that she just discorporeated out of being restrained!!!!! How?! Do plant tentacles not count as bondage? The spider-web counted, she only got out of that because her indiscriminate attack had blasted away the silk while she was too busy panicking to think about it.

Okay, what happens if she lets the dangling flower snare her again, can she escape twice? On purpose?

The confused giant flower twists its vines around nothing a few times before unfurling everything in a sudden jolt.

It can sense where Mira is, obviously. Its vines shoot out again, striking like snakes as they coil around Mira's limbs and neck. Once again, it hauls Mira up toward itself feet-first.

Once again, this does not trigger Mira's mental compulsion to remain bound up.

Mira appears back on the branch a second time, staring up at the thrashing flower-creature in abject confusion.

Then, abruptly, it clicks.

The flower isn't tying her up, it's holding her down. It isn't using objects meant to restrain her, it just is restraining her with its own strength. No different than someone grappling her in a fight. Of course that isn't bondage of the sort she Must Not free herself from.

Something in her chest unclenches and relaxes. Mystery solved.

The frustrated flower lashes out at her with its vines yet again.

Mira leaps straight up, over the vines, shooting up past the flower itself.

Its vines whip upward, trying to catch her in mid-air, but Mira flicker-dashes out of the way, recorporeating in the air above a higher branch.

An entirely different horny plant creature snatches Mira in its vines before she can touch down, suspending her above the dangling flower in a tangle of green.

Thick green tentacle-vines slither around her neck and face, squeezing off her air and blinding her. At the same time, another slippery sinuous vine loops around her thigh before shoving itself against her pussy, wiggling until it's thick phallic girth slips between her folds and plunges inside.

Mira's instinctive grab for the vine wrapped around her head turns into a weak flailing spasm, her limbs falling limply aside, as her pussy is again invaded and fucked, a helpless cry of pleasure expelling itself from her throat as her mental universe narrows down to the slick, wriggling girth grinding against the insides of her needy tunnel.

(It's a choice, still. To allow herself to be pleasured into submission. Without an urgent reason to reject the pleasure being inflicted on her, it's the only choice her concept of herself can make, but still.)

Her body trembles and squirms in silence, the wet shlick-slurp coming from her crotch loud in her ears and the constriction of the vines sending shivers through her nerves as the thicker vine fucks her and fucks her, and Mira cums again and again and again, all in silence, all without taking a single breath. Aware of and exulting in every second of it.

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.

Mire needs her slimesuit's help, to stay quiet, when the ritual-generated lust-field hits her. Her whole body shudders, her pussy clenches needfully, and her Pleasure crest flares alight. A bare instant before a loud and obvious moan of desire is torn from her throat, her slimesuit melts off her legs and shoots up to cover her mouth and nose, cutting off her air completely to prevent any noise from escaping.

Mira claps one hand over the Pleasure crest itself, hiding the glow, then pushes a further idea at her slimesuit.

It melts again, flowing out over her whole body from head to toe, shifting into a mottled green pattern like camouflage body-paint. It seals itself over her, leaving only her eyes exposed, before plunging itself down her throat, up her ass, deep into her pussy. On the inside, it feels like she has a trio of inflatable dildos stuffed deep into each of her holes. On the outside, the 'dildos' are hollow constructs, merely coating the inside of her pussy and ass and throat, simulating girth.

Her slime suit holds her still, holds her silent, and fucks her holes with slow, firm strokes.

Mira watches goblin girl after goblin girl rape the elk-man, and shudders in sympathetic orgasm, forced to cum again by her slimesuit each time another goblin mounts that ensorcelled cock.

It would not be accurate to describe Mira as distracted by her base urges. Her mind is, in fact, tracking the tangle of ethical considerations both obvious and implied, as well as the risk of discovery and possible consequences thereof, not just to herself but to the goblins and the elk-man too, all in one big wordless tangle of imagery and concepts.

Nothing that's happened yet has broken her heuristic default toward inaction-under-uncertainty. The risk that the elk-man is currently being nonobviously traumatized in some consequential way while she's getting off on watching his orgasmic violation, the probability that he'd thank her for interfering even on reflection, is being quietly tracked in the back of her mind, it just isn't interfering with her visceral feeling of how fucking hot this all is.

It's pretty fucking hot.

The elk-man's panting breath hisses through his teeth as the last goblin girl flops away, leaving his cock unattended. He's still raging hard, and he squirms in his bonds, hips bucking, desperate for more stimulation.

The shaman takes her turn last, stepping up onto the altar and squatting down to take his cock inside her, and the elk-man moans in relief, his pride broken. He lets out a whine of gasping pleasure as his cock spasms, pumping out yet more cum into thirsty goblin pussy.

The shaman sinks all the way down, her mouth open in a silent pleasured cry as she takes his cock to the base. Then she stays there, her belly slowly swelling as the elk-man's cock pumps spurt after spurt after spurt into her womb, bucking up into her, fucking her from below with what little movement he can manage.

The ominous red glow reaches a crescendo... then winks out, going quiescent.

The elk-man falls limp the instant the ritual glow is gone, no longer moving, no longer anything except breathing. The shaman carefully dismounts him, leaving his soft cock to splat onto his belly. A couple of the other goblins help her down and coo over her as they support her.

The team of huntresses is assigned to undo the elk-man's bonds, which they do, and then they drag his unconscious body off the altar and start carrying him out of the glade.

Mira shudders through one last orgasm herself before poking her slimesuit into returning to its thigh-high-booties form.

She picks her way carefully around the boundary of the glade, following the huntresses, just in case they're planning to kill the elk-man after all. She wants to be in a position to stop them.

Nope!

The goblins dump the passed-out elk-man a short distance from the glade and then head back to rejoin the feast.

After a short while, the elk-man stirs with a soft groan.

Good.

Mira takes a moment to burn the entire event into her memory, then quietly slips away, wandering in a new direction through the hentai rainforest.

There's at least a decent chance that Mira is on the actual ground, now, thought it is still hard to tell for sure.

The distant sunlight filters down through canyons of trees and foliage, making the leaves glisten and the treebark softly glow.

Chitters, creaks, moans, and other faint sounds of life whisper through the air.

A voice, not too far ahead, faint, as it calls out. "H-Help. Help m-me!"

Mira hurries forward as best she can without jostling her belly, and while still keeping her steps quiet.

She quickly finds the source of the voice and peeks out at it.

A naked young woman, held tightly in the glistening vines of a huge, flat, red-petaled flower that is perched against the base of one of the massive tree-trunks.

She's flushed, panting, her body glistening with sweat, as thick green vines stretch and thrust into her pussy and ass, roughly double-penetrating her and making squishy wet sounds as lubricating slime drips and sprays. Her eyes fall onto Mira just as she cringes through another orgasm, her body shaking in the giant flower's sinuous grip.

"P-Please! I n-need a break but it w-won't let go... Help..."

Mira quickly picks her way forward.

"It's okay! I'll help you. Don't worry."

That's a Walking Flower. Ambiguous if they feed on pleasure or are just horny in a more conventional sense, but they are unusually responsive among plant-tentacles to their "victim's" mood. It's unexpected behavior for one of these to hold on to someone who is struggling against it.

The flushed girl's eyes widen in sudden panic.

"Don't hurt it! I like this one, so don't hurt it, please?"

"I won't, don't worry," Mira assures the girl.

Well, there's one obvious way to give the girl a break without hurting the Walking Flower.

Blushing a little as her pussy throbs in anticipation, Mira darts in and grabs both of the vine-tentacles fucking the girl's holes and gives them both a firm yank, pulling them out of the girl and redirecting them toward Mira's own holes.

The Walking Flower eagerly plunges into Mira's holes, fucking her as it reaches out to restrain her limbs.

"Tee~hee!"

Up close, there's something fey and ethereal and definitely-not-human about the girl. Her suddenly-unencumbered arms wrap around Mira and pull her in so she can kiss Mira forcefully.

Mira tenses for half a second before the knowledge fills in.

A dryad. Fond of childish trickery. Oh. That's probably fine.

She lets herself relax into the kiss and moans into the dryad's mouth as she licks and sucks at the dryad's tongue.

After a few moments of enthusiastic makeouts, the dryad giggles against Mira's lips.

"I totally got'cha! Right? I got'cha!"

Mira shakes her head, rolling her eyes a little with a flushed smile as the Walking Flower fucks her.

"Y-Yeah, you got m-me."

Mira manages to arrange her face into a pout.

"You m-made me think... you n-needed help. Y-You tricked m-me because I w-wanted to be n-nice."

"I do need help though!" the dryad exclaims blithely.

She gestures upward at the tree that is presumably the real her.

"I'm so boring and plain! You've got a belly-full of cute seeds I could use to decorate!"

"That's what y-you want?"

Mira groans and shivers, her hips jerking with the sensations of building orgasm as the Walking Flower's vines wriggle and rub her insides.

"Y-You could've just... a-asked."

"That would be boring," the dryad says dismissively.

She has the Walking Flower flip Mira around so that Mira's back is resting on the dryad's breasts. The dryad's arms snake under the vine-tentacles to wrap around Mira, one hand molesting Mira's breast while the other slips under her belly to start slowly but firmly stroking Mira's clit.

"I've got you either way, don't I?" she breathes into Mira's ear from behind. "So that means all your cute little seeds are mine now."

Before Mira can reply, another vine-tentacle snakes up and shoves itself into Mira's mouth.

"Mmphfjuglurk..."

Nevermind.

Mira shudders as she rises toward orgasm at a steady, unstoppable pace, and her womb tattoo flares up as it does, forcing a second orgasm on the heels of the first, and then attempts to force an uninhibited cry out of her as she's wracked by pleasure. The vine-tentacle in her mouth muffles that cry, and without even deciding to her lips close around it and she starts sucking on its phallic girth. It's smooth and slick and doesn't taste like anything in particular, cooler than flesh, but quickly warming from the heat of her own body.

Mira is perfectly fine with giving the dryad the products of her impregnation to use to decorate her tree, and the way the cute tree spirit is groping and fingering her is so hot, it makes every thrust of the vine-tentacles feel twice as good.

The seeds aren't quite ready to come out yet.

The dryad can hurry that along a bit just by being a plant-element being and keeping Mira's Flowering crest blazing at full power, but she's still going to be keeping Mira bound up at the base of her tree for a few days.

Oh but she won't neglect her! This human she caught is cute and hot and really fun to play with. The dryad can easily spend most of those few days groping and molesting and talking to the girl about stuff. Despite her childish sense of humor and her flighty manners, she is a tree, and she has the patience of a tree.

It's nice.

Choosing to be patient rather than bored doesn't always work, but sometimes it does, and this is one of those times. Being at the sexual mercy of a cute friendly dryad for a few days is... well, nice. Cumming and cuddling, affection and skinship. It's cozy in its simplicity.

It helps that she can play with her [Scrying] when she has nothing else to occupy her attention. She uses [Construct] to create a flat surface to display the result, then practices sending a [Skim] shooting out into the Green. Despite how rare reflective surfaces are in the hentai rainforest, she still never manages to land on the same spot twice. The Green is big, and she's aiming by feel over an area of tens of thousands of square miles.

She does, briefly, catch a glimpse of something.

Something immense, shrouded in mist.

Something that almost seems to be looking back at her.

Then it's gone.

"Ooh, I think its time!"

The dryad is suddenly there again, slipping into Mira's reach an pressing herself up against Mira's back, her hands questing over Mira's skin to grope and fondle. Her left hand settles on Mira's belly while her right slithers down between Mira's legs.

True to the dryad's word, Mira's Flowering crest is blazing brighter than ever, and there's a slowly building needy ache in her womb.

"I'm so excited. I can't wait to see them come out..." the dryad breathes as she starts rubbing slow circles over Mira's clit.

Mira shivers in the dryad's embrace, her hips curling as the dryad rubs her pussy.

Her body is flush with need, sweat beading on her skin as the throbbing deep in her core gets more and more intense.

A sudden stab of not-pain breaches her womb, a spike of raw sexual need that rips through her like a bullet. Mira cries out loudly with a flare of her Pleasure crest and cums, but the orgasm is almost an afterthought, a pulsating backdrop to the ecstatic crackling heat she feels as the first seed squeezes through her cervix.

The dryad holds Mira's shivering, sweaty, tightly-bound body close, easing the seeds passage and stoking Mira's pleasure higher as she wraps her legs around Mira's hips to hold herself steady and continues to rub Mira's defenseless clit.

Slowly, seed after seed works its way down the length of Mira's pulsating vagina until it stretches her vulva as it pops free.

"That's it, just like that," the dryad coos. "Keep 'em coming and keep cumming!"

Each seed that burns through her cervix sends her pussy into another cresting wave of powerful clenching spasms, catching and crushing the seed between her walls, echoing spikes of pleasure through her as she feels the hard form of the seed ooze and slide inside her, massaging her quivering flesh as it slips down and out.

Mira is a constant orgasm, moaning with each ragged breath as she's ripped apart from the inside by raw ecstasy. Her limbs writhe and strain against the vine-tentacles holding her secure, her hips and core wriggle and writhe against the dryad's inescapable touch and intimate embrace, and her mind fills with nothing but the pure inescapable eroticism of the moment.

The dryad's left hand follows Mira's belly down as it shrinks and shrinks, returning to the fit flatness of not-quite-abs with the full speed of Mira's regeneration. The last of the seeds pops free of Mira with a gush of pussy juice, and the dryad giggles into Mira's ear, sliding her left hand up to squeeze Mira's breast while her right rubs Mira's clit to one last orgasm.

"Wow that was really fun," the dryad opines.

She nuzzles her face into Mira's, wrapping her arms around Mira's waist.

Mira twists her head around to meet the cute tree spirit's lips in a long, heated kiss.

Then she takes a deep breath and just stares up at the canopy far, far above, relaxing into the afterglow and the wonderful lightness of finally releasing her womb's burden.

The dryad kisses and pets Mira for a few more minutes before she slips away and skips down to collect all the birthed seeds.

"Oh look at all of you," she coos at the seeds. "You're gonna make me so pretty."

The dryad scoops up an armful before turning toward Mira with a cheeky smile.

"You're my favorite human. I think I'll keep you here and use you to breed a few more generations of cuties! What do you think of that?"

It probably says something about Mira that her first and primary objecting thought is that she just got her flat, sexy belly back and she wants to keep it that way for a while.

"Nah," she says with a fond smile on her own face.

She jerks free, discorporeating out of the Walking Flower's vine-tentacles and reappearing instantaneously right behind the dryad.

The Walking Flower wriggles in confusion.

The dryad yelps and spins around.

Her head swings comically back and forth between Mira and the Walking Flower several times.

"You could've done that the whole time?!"

Mira giggles.

"Yeah. I just didn't want to."

Mira reaches out and boops the dryad on her nose.

"This was nice. But I don't think here's where I settle down."

"Oh."

The dryad glances away demurely with a blushing smile.

"Well, I wish I could keep you, but if you can get away that easily there's probably no point in trying. I'll miss you though!"

"Yeah," Mira agrees softly.

She goes for one last kiss, making out with the other girl for several long moments, running her hands over all the silky skin she never got to feel up while the Walking Flower was keeping her bound. Her mana silently twists through her core and into her [Sex] magic, aimed carefully at the dryad's sensitivity to pleasure before ramping up until the cute tree spirit is cumming, moaning and shaking in Mira's arms.

Mira slips free, and by the time the dryad recovers from her orgasm, Mira is nowhere to be found.

Mira grins with exhilaration as she darts up through the layers of jungle to once more fly through the canopy.

She twists and flexes, darting this way and that, enjoying the restored limberness of her midsection.

She shreds another giant spider with a barrage of spellbolts without even slowing down, ripping its web apart before she even gets close.

Greenery flows by in a blur as she streaks through miles of treetops.

The canopy here slopes down and away to the north, opening out onto a vast glade of lesser forest under the dominion of one vast willow-tree big enough that it could easily shade an area of several city blocks.

To extrasensory perception, the willow is glowing with streams and veins of mana, circulating through it like blood through a body.

That is a heck of a view.

Mira pauses so she can look properly.

Now that she's stopped, though... she's noticing that she's... actually kind of starving?

Really hungry, anyway. Wild fruits and stuff are everywhere in the Green, though. It shouldn't be hard to find something if she looks.

Mira flicker-dashes down toward the lower canopy, and starts looking for something to snack on.