Chapter 1 - 1

The Kumungu Jungle is a vast and hostile place, easy to get lost in, and even easier to lose your mind. Long ago, one of the most destructive conflicts in the entire Rune Wars was fought here using stealth and guerilla tactics. Thousands of protective wards and magical sentries were laid down, and the lingering magic of the runes continues to poison the ground today.
 
The ways one might meet their end are practically without count thanks to the layer-upon-layer of ancient curses and hexes that haunt the area. Even the most mundane objects come with a lethal surprise: Levitating stones that hurtle murderously towards heads; living quicksand that sucks people down in an eyeblink and eviscerates them with the glass-sharp grains of sand; and weather that can turn in an instant from a sunny day into a lethal monsoon, all thanks to the sheer elemental energy still locked up in the runes. Small wonder that Ryze is such a self-righteous dickhead. 
 
Of course, being a jungle, the magic has penetrated every kind of flora around: Carnivorous plants with strong whiplash tentacles that can wrap around your thigh, and in an instant, leave you dangling above the open, drooling mouth of a venus mantrap; trees with acidic sap to discourage insects from boring into their wood; and the legendary spine-throwing Needleplant, which uses its long, thin body to whip its head at lightning speed and send deadly poison-tipped darts to stick in the flesh of many an unwitting adventurer. Virtually all plant-based food is poisonous (or hallucinogenic) in some way, requiring much preparation and some luck in order to be ingested safely. And vegetarians say meat is murder… In Kumungu, so are the killer veggies!
 
And that’s even before we mention the fauna, the dangerous animals that roam the jungle. Large animals became even larger and stronger: The common rhinos were almost covered with spike racks, similar to the ancient Stegosaurus, in addition to growing a solid inch of armor plating that can turn away even the strongest Demacian steel like it was a blade of grass. Carnivores had their claws and teeth lengthened and toughened, and many relied on poison to fell their enemies. Staying near a pissed-off, spike-coated rhino was a stupid idea no matter how big your chops were, and it was handy to be able to sink one’s fangs into its neck and watch it perish from a safe distance. Then there were the huge insects that buzzed the same tone as nails on a chalkboard, equipped with foot-long probosci that could penetrate bone as easily as flesh… There was a very real danger of being paralyzed by their venom, before they shoved their long tendrils down your cock and impregnated your balls with their squirming young. And of course, most famously, the jungle-cats of Kumungu are big and tough with steel-like fur. Luckily for every other beast, cats are naturally asocial. A pack of tigresses roaming the jungle would be a virtual genocide for anything they came in contact with. Local myth states that the Champion, Nidalee, was raised by such beasts and somehow absorbed their powers.
 
Dangers do not limit themselves to the ground. Great horned birds called Opteryx rule the skies, watching the jungle-floors with eagle-sharp vision for potential prey. They swoop down and kill with a single strike of their immense, scimitar-curved beak, typically aimed right at the base of the neck. 
 
Of course, all creatures need a source of clean water. The high-traffic banks of the Kumungu river are frequented by all kinds, and predated by vicious mutant piranhas who are legendary for their ability to bite down and release a virulent poison from oral glands. It’s said that anyone unlucky enough to come in contact with the poison will feel pain from the injury for the rest of their life, to the point that they usually commit suicide by throwing themselves into the water. Rumors of Void-born “landsharks” should be discounted… or at least this researcher hopes.”
 
-Excerpt taken from the Diaries of Stephanie Erwin, a posthumously-published archaeology textbook. She avoided the water fearfully, and ironically was killed by a rampaging Xer’Sai landshark. 
 
 
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Sweat dripped from Nidalee’s bronzed flesh. Her supple neck glistened, and rivulets trickled down into her cleavage as she exerted herself. It was spring, on an unusually cool day, but Nidalee was hard at work making things hot. “Haaaah… haaaah…. Haaaah ❤” She whined softly, and tilted her head back, a shiver passing quickly through her body from her head to her toes. “Aaaaaah,” she gasped, pushing the dildo deeper, letting the rubber head stretch her out, able to feel it almost all the way down her dick now. Her tight, muscled abs flexed wildly, and the smooth head bulged slightly out the upper ridge of her cock. She’d been sounding herself for some time now, able to shove the rod deeper and deeper every time as her cock stretched, becoming used to the strange sensations. She was masturbating to a video she’d made of Janna in the showers using one of the League’s odd recording devices.
 
She’d used the video quite a few times.
 
She pursed her lips and exhaled, her eyes rolling up into her head as pleasure spiked. She was on her back, showing off every inch of smooth, chocolate skin with her legs spread wide and her erection throbbing. Ten inches of solid shemale meat, with darker veins running its length and capped with a thick cockhead. Hours of edging had made her rock-hard and needy. She panted, masturbating furiously for a few seconds, then letting the pressure leak away while keeping her arousal high. She sank her teeth into her lip, moaning erotically as she pushed the sounding rod a little deeper, bending it slightly and making it nudge the upper edge of her urethra. Little jolts of pain made her twitch, and her urethra was visibly bulging and reddish from the abuse, but it just felt so damn good. She pushed deeper, touching the limit of where she’d gone in the previous session, and pushed just another half-centimeter deeper, making her cock ache with pleasure at being touched where it had never been touched before. It was like taking a virginity; incredibly painful but undeniably pleasurable, completely worth it at the end of the day.
 
Spasms ran up and down her arms, but she managed to keep two fingers pressed against the circular top of the rubber sounding rod, pumping it in and out of her sore, aching cock. Her natural tightness squeezed down on the slick rod and pushed it out again, and her fingers almost disobeyed her brain’s order to push it back down, but with a shuddering growl of pleasure she stretched her urethra out once again, her cock almost doubling in thickness after the rubber rod took up its place. “Aaaah… god, Aaaahh…” she wrenched her eyes shut as orgasm threatened to hit, and she closed her eyes, turning her head away from Janna’s glorious ass long enough that it faded away again.
 
Janna’s holes were her favorite. The windmage was soft, smooth, and sensual. Their lovemaking was passionate, and the support made sure Nidalee’s cock was well taken-care-of, gladly even slurping the taste of her own asshole off of the dark chocolate dick. Nidalee moaned, remembering how much she’d cum after fucking Janna’s butt senseless, and finding her sucking her off before she’d even really recovered from her orgasm.
 
As she pushed the sounding rod deep, twisting it slightly, she felt herself pass over the line of no return by accident. One way or another, she was going to cum, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to stop it. And at the same time? Half of her brain cried out in joy that the insane pressure was finally going to be released, while the other half was simply disappointed that it hadn’t been even greater.
 
Nidalee pulled the sound free, and stuck it in her mouth, sucking the sweet taste of her precum off of the head. She wrapped her fingers around her fucktool and violently jerked off, increasing her pleasure rapidly as her orgasm threatened to hit. The first rope exploded from her dickhole, surprising her and painting the wall with a thick, white splatter of jizz. “Hhhurts sssso fucking good,” she moaned, swirling the fingers of her free hand around her gaping piss-slit, eventually pushing a single one down and twitching with unbelievable pleasure. Cum burst from the sides of her fingers, soaking her hand and the bed, making her scream in ecstasy and pull the finger out once again. She was so tight it felt like something was going to sprain if she didn’t. Roughly and callously, she milked her dick for every drop she could, her cock twitching obscenely and spurting line after line of sperm from the mushroomed head. A few hours of sounding had made her nuts insanely hyperproductive, and she just kept cumming and cumming until she felt like her balls must be empty, but yet more sweet juice drooled free of her tip. It felt like her dick was gonna explode…
 
She was so hot, so wild, so free. Everything was spinning. She was a part of everything, and then she was nothing. Then her mind returned to the present, as she slowly came down off the superb high, blinking her dry eyes as the sound of her heartbeat filled her throat. She swallowed, and sighed, relaxing backwards into the leafy bed. “I went too far,” she breathed, her cock still twitching limply and oozing seed. I definitely won’t be able to do that again for a few days… I wonder if I should get in touch with Janna or Soraka in the meantime… She closed her eyes and drifted off into a dreamless sleep, utterly at peace.
 
Nidalee had built a small cabin for herself in the wilderness, using only the materials she could find locally. It was like a sort-of vacation, except vacationing in a place where everything was trying to kill you. Only Nidalee could find such a getaway relaxing (Or perhaps Karthus) but of course, she grew up there. Kumungu was her comfort zone, even if she sometimes did have to fight tooth-and-nail for her survival.
 
When she awoke, she found herself hungry. She briefly searched the room for food, but found only traces of last night’s dinner, the shells of some tree-nuts she’d brought with her. Sighing, she made her way to a small bowl of clear water. “Hunting today,” she mumbled to herself, cupping her hands and splashing some water onto her face, refreshing her from the several-hours nap she’d enjoyed. Naked, as she always was, her cock was practically a limp rag, and there was so much dried semen on her bed that it was pretty much a solid mass. “Maybe I overdid it…” She sighed again, feeling up her smallish chest and staring down at her heavily-veined dick. She went unshaven, leaving a patch of dark fur above her veined dick and in her armpits. The itchy feeling simply wasn’t worth dealing with, even naked, and free to scratch herself whenever she wanted. She smelled strongly, preferring to go unwashed and natural, and she stank like semen even at the best of times. 
 
There was a pressure in her groin. Nidalee stretched herself, arching her back like a cat and letting out a long groan. “Mmm.” She scratched her filthy cock, then pushed open the door and exited into the jungle. She walked a short distance away, and leaned back, holding her dick out and beginning to piss. Hot amber spilled from her thick rod and splattered against the ground, offering sweet relief. There’s nothing quite so refreshing as this, she thought. Finishing soon after, she wiggled her dick up and down to shake the spare drops away from her foreskin…
 
And then, she smelled it. Something new, something unique. Something that was foreign to the smells of Kumungu, yet… strangely familiar? She put her nose in the air and breathed deep, trying to figure out this strange smell. Bizarrely sweet, like a corpseflower, but it certainly wasn’t a rotten scent. It was fresh, gorgeous, even addictive. Immediately she made her way forward, in the direction of the new smell, and it got stronger every step of the way. Her senses were as acute as a wild animal’s and she made a beeline straight for a place in Kumungu she’d never been before.
 
She pushed her way through bushes and shrubs, sustaining a few minor scrapes along the way. She passed up the chance to hunt, fixated on this delicious smell…
 
At last she found herself at the edge of a large clearing, the beauty of which was unknown in vicious Kumungu. It was almost perfectly circular, with grass so green it almost shone. Small pink, yellow, and white flowers sprouted up before her very eyes, growing and withering in a hyper-accelerated life cycle. “What…?” she gasped, having never seen anything like it…
 
Then a thin vine erupted from the ground and wrapped itself firmly around her leg. Nidalee screeched and pulled away, but the vine was strong and she only pulled up an inch or two of its ‘roots’ with her efforts. In a moment, another vine lashed itself around her other leg, leaving her immobile and helpless. I need to escape. She took a short breath and channelled her magic, feeling energy blossom in her core and spread to her extremeties. In a half-second she would transform into a magnificent jungle cat and tear her way free…
 
But as the energy reached her legs, the vines went crazy. They thickened massively, sprouting tiny red thorns and tightening their grip. Just as easily as she’d summoned it, all the magic in her body was sucked away through her legs and into the ground.
 
“Ahhhhh…”
 
Nidalee shot her head from side to side, looking for the source of the noise. “Show yourself!” she yelled, pawing for a knife, anything, but being naked she had nothing of the kind. 
 
The ground in front of her began to bulge, the dirt breaking apart into tiny pieces as vines erupted from the earth. Nidalee shivered, terrified, as what seemed like a great blossom of shockingly-red human hair came forth, followed by a smooth face with glowing yellow eyes. The… human? continued to rise, the dirt not clinging to her silken body in any way. She was modestly covered by leaves, her yellowish skin unlike any human complexion, appearing to glisten slightly like grass in dew. Her bust was heavy, her waist was tiny, and her hips flared like the greatest broodmothers, while a sinewy cock dangled between her thighs, yellowish-green with a bright pink tip like a flower.
 
“Finally something interesting stumbles into my garden,” Zyra cooed, her voice layered in eldritch magic. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”
 
Nidalee struggled, grunting and whining as she fought the strong bonds that held her. “What kind of beast are you? I only ask because I’ll want to tell stories about ripping out your throat!”
 
Zyra chuckled lightly, and covered her ruby lips with her hand. “It looks to me like you’re in no such position. Meanwhile, I…” she glanced to the ground, and immediately a green flower bloomed, the petals arching out at least a foot in every direction. Then, from within the petals, a massive vine sprouted upwards, tapering to a deadly needle that dripped with venom. “I seem to be the one with all the power here. So why don't you calm down? To answer your question, I'm a human, of sorts… I used to be a plant, but I got a little carried away when I ate one of your human spellcasters. Her magic filled me, and I directed it outwards, into… this." Zyra stretched out her arm, admiring her fingers and nails, her slender and alluring body. "I transformed, just like you did, but I can't ever change back now. I'm stuck like this, and I'm going to make the most of this new body." She licked her lips slowly, her tongue a vivid red, and stepped forward, massaging her cock to erection.
 
Nidalee growled, trying to transform once again but immediately feeling the magic sapped away through her legs and into the vines. Zyra moaned softly, tilting her head back as her skin briefly glowed with the stolen power. “Thank you,” she purred, her cock stiffening in her hand, revealing a pair of very vascular, plump balls. “Your essence is sweet. I’ll keep you alive and milk you over and over again, I think… It would be a shame to waste someone so potent.”
 
Nidalee roared in frustration, and in a burst of anger managed to pull one leg out of the captivating vine. In less than a second, three more exploded from the ground, wrapping around both her arms and her freed leg, leaving her in even worse of a position than before. “Damn it!” she screamed, as the vines raised her up a few inches into the air, making her attempts to fight them completely worthless. She shook and jiggled in the air, her breasts and cock swaying as she raged and spat. "Don't touch me, you freak!"
 
Zyra cooed, stepping forward and drawing her hand up to caress Nidalee's cheek. "Ooh. Have I hit a sore spot? Don't worry, I'll kiss it better," she whispered, drawing the wildcat into a deep, hungry kiss. Nidalee fought against it, biting down on Zyra's tongue only to be rewarded with a spray of bitter juice like she was chewing on a flower. "Yuuurgh!" she spat, and Zyra looked confused, maybe even hurt. "The woman I ate… I have her memories. I remember she had a lot of fantasies like this. If you aren't willing to play along, I'll just get it over with." Nidalee squirmed, relaxing ever so slightly, realizing suddenly that Zyra was hardly even self-aware, like a young child coming to grips with its own body. Just doing what felt right. In that moment, her anger broke, replaced by something like pity, as the plant/animal chimera stood unsure of herself, nibbling her lip in arousal at the jungle cat's fine body.
 
"Do what you must," Nidalee croaked, and Zyra's lips curled upwards into a gleeful smile. She stretched out her hands towards the ground, and several thorny vines rose out of the dirt, green and studded with red points. Nidalee swallowed loudly, feeling her stomach drop. "What… uh… what are you gonna do with those?" she said nervously, and a stray thought ran through her mind. I wonder what those would feel like compared to my sounding rod. She shook her head, banishing the dreadful idea, and came back to the present as she felt the vines wrapping upwards around her legs. Then her middle, then her breasts, then her throat. "What—" she managed to gasp before vines forced open her mouth and pushed themselves inside, squirming in a strangely animal way. Nidalee shrieked, pulling away from the invaders, as three thick tentacles pressed against her tongue. They were slightly salty, mostly bitter, and prehensile enough that they reached the back of her mouth in an instant and plunged down her throat.
 
The vines bulged out of her neck, stretching her sweaty, dusky skin and making it look deliciously oily. Zyra moaned and leaned in, hotly licking Nidalee's throat with a slimy tongue, already recovered from the tiny injury her teeth had left. Plants are very sturdy, after all, and now there was the ominous question of if Nidalee would break before Zyra had her fill. Tears spilled from her eyes and she gagged loudly, thick throatslop spilling from her dark lips as she dangled in the air. An intense pain, the barbed vines poking like a studded dildo, making every motion just that slight bit more intense, becoming overwhelming. She screamed, but was muffled by the trio of tentacles rammed down her throat, and inch after inch kept forcing themselves into her until she felt the tentacles burst into her stomach and fill her like a good meal.
 
The tentacles that had wrapped their way around her ankles started to slide up to her thighs, and then just a little bit further, squeezing her generous asscheeks and even giving them a playful smack. Nidalee shrieked, struggling, as their heads pushed up against her puckered asshole, black and crinkled, and without waiting bulled inside, stretching her backdoor wide, wider than it had ever been. Tears stained her cheeks, and Zyra tilted herself upwards, licking Nidalee's tears and enjoying the salty flavor. "I remember tears… Do they always accompany pain?" Nidalee screamed bitterly, it coming out in a horrible gurgle as Zyra's tentacles brutally fucked her throat. It wasn't even a proper fuck; that is, in and out. Instead, foot after foot of thick green vine unloaded straight past her lips and into her body, every inch another invitation to push deeper and explore Nidalee's body properly.
 
Her stomach bulged, and she looked down to see a coiling mass of vines clearly visible on her belly. The toned abs that she loved so much were gone, replaced by a smooth pregnant belly that was positively wriggling. 
 
Worse, she couldn't deny that she was horny as all fuck. Her cock was standing straight upright and throbbing with arousal, spilling her seed onto the ground as vines pressed on her prostate and filled her guts. She burbled weakly and her eyes rolled back as the tentacles in her throat entered her intestines, while the ones in her ass pushed up into her stomach and beyond. Several more wrapped around her cock, squeezing her balls and curiously exploring her foreskin.
 
She realized what was happening an instant before it happened. All she could do was think No before two fresh tentacles rammed up her throat, stretching it to obscene limits. Her throat was raw, well-used by the rough-skinned vines, and suddenly they sprouted from her mouth, having pushed their way completely through her body, and writhed happily in the air. A few seconds later, the ones in her mouth made a mighty push the rest of the way and popped out of her asshole, three squirming heads happy to be on the other side.
 
This is hell. This must be hell, she thought. This can't possibly get any worse. She focused her eyes long enough to see Zyra's ecstatic grin, and then another two tentacles rammed past her lips and another two up her asshole. Her knees weakened, the pressure in her body reaching insane levels, while vines bulged from every available inch of skin on the outside. The pain was incredible, especially as the vines stirred up her gut and made her want to puke. There was no way she was gonna be able to do that with this much plant-meat rammed down her gullet, and she could only hang miserably in the air as Zyra went to further and further heights to pleasure herself, jerking herself off as she watched Nidalee's struggles.
 
"Let's see what else we can do," Zyra panted, as thick off-white cum drooled heavily from her tip. Still more vines erupted from the ground, which was practically a writhing mass of tentacles by then, and slid quickly up Nidalee's body, not concerned with wrapping her up like the others had. These ones had a mission, a goal, and Nidalee quickly found out what it was.
 
One tentacle each poked itself against her nipples, the soft rounded head inverting her nipples and making her breasts squish outwards slightly. "Mmmmmg!" was all she managed to say before they penetrated her, stretching open her nipples with their dirty exterior. They seemed to push inside with great excitement, her nipples easily allowing the absurd penetration. It wasn't long until those vines found the very depths of her breasts, ramming up against a soft, fleshy wall and forced to turn around even as more and more tentacles eagerly invaded her chest. Nidalee wept softly as her once-average tits swelled with plant-flesh, ugly and bulging with writhing vines, as they coiled on each other dozens of times, desperate to fill the void until there wasn't even a single pinprick left of un-fucked boob. 
 
"My apologies, I forgot about lubrication. My host wasn't very fond, she just never washed her cock and let it get nice and greasy for easy fucking. As for my tentacles…" she raised her hand, making a quick change to their structure. A vein opened up in the middle of all of them, which quickly filled with white cream and spurted from their barbs, instantly soaking Nidalee from head to toe in slimy seed. "Mmmmg! Blllp!" she belched cum from her mouth in huge amounts, splattering onto her breasts as they swelled even further to insane proportions and leaked cum like a fountain. And still, they kept coming, kept sliding into her, seemingly excited by the cum and the pleasure that was obvious on Zyra's face. "Oh god, this feels good. Going balls deep. My lovelies don't have balls, so there's really no end to how deep we could go. You aren't saying no, so I'm assuming that means keep going." Nidalee screamed but only succeeded in spitting up more cum, as her asshole actually pushed outwards slightly as absurdly-thick plant-sperm started leaking from there, too. She was full at both ends, and Zyra wanted more?! 
 
Nidalee got to find out exactly how full "Full" was. Every time she thought it must be over, Zyra summoned another plant or three and rammed them straight into her holes. Two went up her nostrils, making her want to sneeze, but just made the pressure crush her ears. Then, two more slipped into her ears themselves, squirming deep into her skull until she could swear she could feel tentacles poking and fucking her brain. Every last one that went into her mouth and asshole eventually came back out the other end, and several of them even wrapped around her body a second time, penetrating her backdoor again and jutting out of her mouth again until she felt like she was going to be ripped in half. The twisting forced her to bend forward, putting even more pressure on her stomach and making the vines bulge angrily, enough that even her belly button popped outwards. A single tentacle took that as an invitation, and rammed its slimy head against her navel hard enough to penetrate the warm hole, fucking her stomach wildly.
 
She would have been ashamed to admit that she'd already come multiple times, each orgasm leaking into the next one as her body was abused. Her cock was limply throbbing, veins standing out against the skin as Zyra's plants teased her shaft. They had wrapped around it some time ago, but up until now were perfectly content to simply drag up and down without getting tight enough to let Nidalee really thrust into them. The vines slid forward, inch after slimy inch, completely covering her dick with green flesh, before finally the two heads arced gracefully around and plunged whole-heartedly down Nidalee's urethra.
 
She let out a mewl of pleasure, one of the first true jolts of real pleasure she'd had as her dick was suddenly and violently raped by two thick vines. The buds hurt, but hurt in an exceptionally addictive way, and in moments Nidalee was crying out for more. Inches of squirming tentacle simply unloaded themselves down her cock, twisting around each other and writhing worm-like as they went deep. Her cock shot to erection, holding its shape well enough for the tentacles to penetrate all the way down. Zyra was by no means gentle, and it only took about ten seconds for her vines to push past her balls and into Nidalee's body properly. Already she was almost insensate, her head tilted forwards and drooling on her chest as five vines continued to pump in and out of her mouth, her throat well past raw. She managed to open her eyes, staring at her cock which looked like it had taken on a life of its own, moving in inhuman ways as the vines continued to pour down her cock, pressing on the very most sensitive parts of her entire body. "Gaaahhhhh…" she panted, sweat dripping down her toned body, as suddenly she felt the vines change direction inside her body.
 
They kept pushing deeper, but now they were tilting upwards. Nidalee knew nothing about how exactly her reproductive system looked, but in a few seconds the vines had gone around in almost a full circle, stretching out every inch of her urethra and her inner flesh, before finally they separated from each other and each went down a separate tube. Two bulges appeared in her balls as the tentacles shot into her nuts, and she screamed in excessive pleasure as the cumming plants filled her testicles with seed. They jiggled and swelled, skin quickly growing taut as the pressure inside them increased. "Hhuuurtssss," she manged to gargle around the tentacles in her throat, as more and more filled her balls: More vines, more cum. It felt like getting kicked in the nuts, at the same time as it was easily the single most pleasurable thing she'd ever experienced. Her balls grew insanely, the individual bulges of the vines soon disappearing beneath the flood of cum, just as her abs had disappeared beneath the vines. The swelling was almost audible as her skin stretched and turned pink, almost (but not quite) turning red under the stress of holding in all that cum. 
 
Just when she thought it might finally be over, she felt a third vine poke its head against her urethra, and without waiting it jammed itself down, going straight through the other two and forcing them to wrap around it, almost doubling the size of the stretching on her poor cock. She sobbed, but didn't want it to stop either as the third vine poured down her urethra with lightning speed, clearly determined to go where it wanted. It wasn't long before this one punched past her urethral sphincter and into her bladder, suddenly making her wet herself there on the floor. The vine greedily filled her bladder to the utmost, adding a meter or more of squirming green tentacle to her packed-to-the-brim body while her balls swung like pendulums under her aching dick. 
 
And only then did the fucking truly start. Slowly but surely, the tentacles all stopped pouring into her body and began to reverse direction. Nidalee let out a mournful groan as she'd already cum as much as she thought she possibly could but Zyra was barely even half done. Like machines, the vines started to pump in and out rhythmically, but all completely out of time with the others, ensuring that at no moment was Nidalee free from the violent reaming of one or more of her tender holes. Everywhere there was another tentacle, and instead of coming and going like cocks at a glory hole, each one simply rammed itself into the already-overstuffed hole, stretching her out just that little bit more and turning her into a glorified cocksleeve.
 
Cum spurted from every hole. As Nidalee filled up with the stuff, it was inevitable that the incessant fucking of the vines would push some out, and it had finally reached the breaking point. With every push, a thick gout of seed blasted out of Nidalee's ears, nostrils, asshole and dick. Her sagging, bulging breasts took the worst of it as the vines wrapped around each other and coiled into a veritable knot, jizzing like crazy all over everything until her nipples were fat, aching, and drooling heavy loads of cum. She looked like a broodmother with her tits as big as her head and her belly swollen with children, even if she still had a thick cock between her legs she still looked like an absolute whore, especially with her bronze skin glazed with cum, and dripping out of every hole and off of every toe, finger, elbow… 
 
Already it felt like it had lasted for hours. Her body was demolished, stretched absurdly and still with more and more tentacles plugging themselves into every hole. She could only taste vines and cum as some of the tentacles curled around for a third or fourth pass through her body from one side to the other. Zyra herself was nowhere to be seen, presumably having transferred her consciousness into the plants themselves and actively taking part in the insane rape. That would certainly explain the buckets of cum and the total disregard for Nidalee's wellbeing as her dark skin glistened with seed.
 
At last, she passed out. It was too much, far too much all at once. Her brain, overwhelmed, simply shut down in the face of what had gone far past something anyone would call sex. Zyra and her plants continued to fuck her, violently and passionately, for hours, until the entire clearing stank of sex and Nidalee's stomach was as big as a beach ball, stuffed with tons of vines and cum.
 


 Chapter 2 soon.
 
 
 
 
 


