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.