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The woman was ecstatic. "I'm glad you accepted, Fhor!" Before you could react, she was holding you close, her lips close to yours.
The dryad's thick tongue penetrated your mouth violently and found its way down your throat, her slimey sap running down your neck and chest, clinging to your skin like honey. Soon enough you gagged, unable to take anymore, and tried pushing her back, but her grip was steadfast. As she pinned you down, you began to panic, thrashing about wildly.
And as your consciousness faded again, you could faintly hear her laugh in your mind, a faint, sinister chuckle echoing in your mind.
