Chapter 70

She bounced off springy material, then flailed as she soared through the air. After a few more bounces, and some tumbling, she scrambled to her feet.

Had it been a trap then, despite her instincts telling her otherwise?

No. She was unharmed. Thrown into a new room, activated by her use of the wall-pussy above, but safe.

Still, she fumed at the situation, despite finding no imminent danger. She’d been close to finishing. Her cock twitched in dissatisfaction. Her entire body coursed with heat, with the need to rut into a tight, hot pussy like she had been a moment prior. Why had the dungeon cut her off?

Though ... slowly ... her better senses arrived.

Her teammates. Jordan, Sofia, Liz, Ana. They’d heard her fall. Probably, they’d assumed she’d activated a trap, and were frantically looking for a way to help.

Which was mortifying. Natalie wasn’t that stupid. She wouldn’t be caught in a floor-one, near-the-entrance trap, as simple and obvious as they tended to be.

Then again, maybe she had. She hadn’t appraised the room she’d arrived to, so she didn’t know her circumstances. Only intuition told her she’d merely been moved around, not endangered.

So. Time to make sure.

The room was a solid mass of plant life. Floors, walls, and ceiling, thick masses of green rope writhed in a slow and steady rhythm. Natalie stood there, her pants still around her ankles, her cock wet and throbbing from the annoyance of her pleasure being cut off. She stared incredulously.

What had her dick gotten her into, this time?

There were two objects of note. With no visible way in or out, not even from the section of roof she’d fallen through, she had a sneaking suspicion she’d have to figure out what they did—what they wanted from her—to escape. She sensed nor saw no immediate danger from this bizarre encounter, but she couldn’t stroll out and return to her friends whenever she wanted, either.

The first item of interest sat at the center of the room. Chest tall, the enormous flower bud swayed with the same steady rhythm as the rest of the room. Alive. But it hadn’t flowered yet; it stayed tightly bunched up. Was something inside it? The bud bulged at the middle, and she briefly wondered whether she needed to force the flower open.

The other object of note was more intimidating. Attached to the far wall, the thick mass of vines wasn’t a flat grid of interlocking plantlife, like what made up the floor, walls, and ceiling. Rather, the vines protruded outward, long, grasping ropes waving around, as if seeking out targets. Some of the vines were ... strange. Bulbous at the end, as if made for a specific purpose.

Considering how she had ended up here, and her class, she could make a few guesses.

Her cock throbbed in excitement, and despite herself, she blushed at the reaction. Maybe she wasn’t a prude, but throwing herself into a wiggling mass of vines to be violated was something even she found dubious.

Then again, she’d only a few seconds ago been fucking a hole in the wall, so she was past the point of letting shame win.

Swallowing, and her breath picking up, she scooped her pants from around her ankles so they didn’t catch, then approached the flower bud. A closer inspection revealed nothing more, so she neared the protruding vines, next.