"'Mmphhh—!!'"
The first thrust arrived without ceremony.
His cock pressed against the tight ring of her asshole — warm from the tree's ambient heat, slick with what he'd prepared of her already, the blunt head of it nudging the puckered skin once, twice, testing — and then pushed.
The vine at her mouth absorbed the sound.
PAH.
Her back arched off the moss, both wrists yanking at their vines, the living restraints giving exactly one centimeter and then pulling her back down. Her thick thighs spread by the ankle-vines, her whole generous body pinned open on the moss bed like something offered up and then told to stay.
His tail — the thick incubus appendage, spade-tipped, slick with its own lubricant — slid into her pussy from below simultaneously.
