Mire needs her slimesuit's help, to stay quiet, when the ritual-generated lust-field hits her. Her whole body shudders, her pussy clenches needfully, and her Pleasure crest flares alight. A bare instant before a loud and obvious moan of desire is torn from her throat, her slimesuit melts off her legs and shoots up to cover her mouth and nose, cutting off her air completely to prevent any noise from escaping.

Mira claps one hand over the Pleasure crest itself, hiding the glow, then pushes a further idea at her slimesuit.

It melts again, flowing out over her whole body from head to toe, shifting into a mottled green pattern like camouflage body-paint. It seals itself over her, leaving only her eyes exposed, before plunging itself down her throat, up her ass, deep into her pussy. On the inside, it feels like she has a trio of inflatable dildos stuffed deep into each of her holes. On the outside, the 'dildos' are hollow constructs, merely coating the inside of her pussy and ass and throat, simulating girth.

Her slime suit holds her still, holds her silent, and fucks her holes with slow, firm strokes.

Mira watches goblin girl after goblin girl rape the elk-man, and shudders in sympathetic orgasm, forced to cum again by her slimesuit each time another goblin mounts that ensorcelled cock.

It would not be accurate to describe Mira as distracted by her base urges. Her mind is, in fact, tracking the tangle of ethical considerations both obvious and implied, as well as the risk of discovery and possible consequences thereof, not just to herself but to the goblins and the elk-man too, all in one big wordless tangle of imagery and concepts.

Nothing that's happened yet has broken her heuristic default toward inaction-under-uncertainty. The risk that the elk-man is currently being nonobviously traumatized in some consequential way while she's getting off on watching his orgasmic violation, the probability that he'd thank her for interfering even on reflection, is being quietly tracked in the back of her mind, it just isn't interfering with her visceral feeling of how fucking hot this all is.

It's pretty fucking hot.

The elk-man's panting breath hisses through his teeth as the last goblin girl flops away, leaving his cock unattended. He's still raging hard, and he squirms in his bonds, hips bucking, desperate for more stimulation.

The shaman takes her turn last, stepping up onto the altar and squatting down to take his cock inside her, and the elk-man moans in relief, his pride broken. He lets out a whine of gasping pleasure as his cock spasms, pumping out yet more cum into thirsty goblin pussy.

The shaman sinks all the way down, her mouth open in a silent pleasured cry as she takes his cock to the base. Then she stays there, her belly slowly swelling as the elk-man's cock pumps spurt after spurt after spurt into her womb, bucking up into her, fucking her from below with what little movement he can manage.

The ominous red glow reaches a crescendo... then winks out, going quiescent.

The elk-man falls limp the instant the ritual glow is gone, no longer moving, no longer anything except breathing. The shaman carefully dismounts him, leaving his soft cock to splat onto his belly. A couple of the other goblins help her down and coo over her as they support her.

The team of huntresses is assigned to undo the elk-man's bonds, which they do, and then they drag his unconscious body off the altar and start carrying him out of the glade.

Mira shudders through one last orgasm herself before poking her slimesuit into returning to its thigh-high-booties form.

She picks her way carefully around the boundary of the glade, following the huntresses, just in case they're planning to kill the elk-man after all. She wants to be in a position to stop them.

Nope!

The goblins dump the passed-out elk-man a short distance from the glade and then head back to rejoin the feast.

After a short while, the elk-man stirs with a soft groan.

Good.

Mira takes a moment to burn the entire event into her memory, then quietly slips away, wandering in a new direction through the hentai rainforest.

There's at least a decent chance that Mira is on the actual ground, now, thought it is still hard to tell for sure.

The distant sunlight filters down through canyons of trees and foliage, making the leaves glisten and the treebark softly glow.

Chitters, creaks, moans, and other faint sounds of life whisper through the air.

A voice, not too far ahead, faint, as it calls out. "H-Help. Help m-me!"

Mira hurries forward as best she can without jostling her belly, and while still keeping her steps quiet.

She quickly finds the source of the voice and peeks out at it.

A naked young woman, held tightly in the glistening vines of a huge, flat, red-petaled flower that is perched against the base of one of the massive tree-trunks.

She's flushed, panting, her body glistening with sweat, as thick green vines stretch and thrust into her pussy and ass, roughly double-penetrating her and making squishy wet sounds as lubricating slime drips and sprays. Her eyes fall onto Mira just as she cringes through another orgasm, her body shaking in the giant flower's sinuous grip.

"P-Please! I n-need a break but it w-won't let go... Help..."

Mira quickly picks her way forward.

"It's okay! I'll help you. Don't worry."

That's a Walking Flower. Ambiguous if they feed on pleasure or are just horny in a more conventional sense, but they are unusually responsive among plant-tentacles to their "victim's" mood. It's unexpected behavior for one of these to hold on to someone who is struggling against it.

The flushed girl's eyes widen in sudden panic.

"Don't hurt it! I like this one, so don't hurt it, please?"

"I won't, don't worry," Mira assures the girl.

Well, there's one obvious way to give the girl a break without hurting the Walking Flower.

Blushing a little as her pussy throbs in anticipation, Mira darts in and grabs both of the vine-tentacles fucking the girl's holes and gives them both a firm yank, pulling them out of the girl and redirecting them toward Mira's own holes.

The Walking Flower eagerly plunges into Mira's holes, fucking her as it reaches out to restrain her limbs.

"Tee~hee!"

Up close, there's something fey and ethereal and definitely-not-human about the girl. Her suddenly-unencumbered arms wrap around Mira and pull her in so she can kiss Mira forcefully.

Mira tenses for half a second before the knowledge fills in.

A dryad. Fond of childish trickery. Oh. That's probably fine.

She lets herself relax into the kiss and moans into the dryad's mouth as she licks and sucks at the dryad's tongue.

After a few moments of enthusiastic makeouts, the dryad giggles against Mira's lips.

"I totally got'cha! Right? I got'cha!"

Mira shakes her head, rolling her eyes a little with a flushed smile as the Walking Flower fucks her.

"Y-Yeah, you got m-me."

Mira manages to arrange her face into a pout.

"You m-made me think... you n-needed help. Y-You tricked m-me because I w-wanted to be n-nice."

"I do need help though!" the dryad exclaims blithely.

She gestures upward at the tree that is presumably the real her.

"I'm so boring and plain! You've got a belly-full of cute seeds I could use to decorate!"

"That's what y-you want?"

Mira groans and shivers, her hips jerking with the sensations of building orgasm as the Walking Flower's vines wriggle and rub her insides.

"Y-You could've just... a-asked."

"That would be boring," the dryad says dismissively.

She has the Walking Flower flip Mira around so that Mira's back is resting on the dryad's breasts. The dryad's arms snake under the vine-tentacles to wrap around Mira, one hand molesting Mira's breast while the other slips under her belly to start slowly but firmly stroking Mira's clit.

"I've got you either way, don't I?" she breathes into Mira's ear from behind. "So that means all your cute little seeds are mine now."

Before Mira can reply, another vine-tentacle snakes up and shoves itself into Mira's mouth.

"Mmphfjuglurk..."

Nevermind.

Mira shudders as she rises toward orgasm at a steady, unstoppable pace, and her womb tattoo flares up as it does, forcing a second orgasm on the heels of the first, and then attempts to force an uninhibited cry out of her as she's wracked by pleasure. The vine-tentacle in her mouth muffles that cry, and without even deciding to her lips close around it and she starts sucking on its phallic girth. It's smooth and slick and doesn't taste like anything in particular, cooler than flesh, but quickly warming from the heat of her own body.

Mira is perfectly fine with giving the dryad the products of her impregnation to use to decorate her tree, and the way the cute tree spirit is groping and fingering her is so hot, it makes every thrust of the vine-tentacles feel twice as good.

The seeds aren't quite ready to come out yet.

The dryad can hurry that along a bit just by being a plant-element being and keeping Mira's Flowering crest blazing at full power, but she's still going to be keeping Mira bound up at the base of her tree for a few days.

Oh but she won't neglect her! This human she caught is cute and hot and really fun to play with. The dryad can easily spend most of those few days groping and molesting and talking to the girl about stuff. Despite her childish sense of humor and her flighty manners, she is a tree, and she has the patience of a tree.

It's nice.

Choosing to be patient rather than bored doesn't always work, but sometimes it does, and this is one of those times. Being at the sexual mercy of a cute friendly dryad for a few days is... well, nice. Cumming and cuddling, affection and skinship. It's cozy in its simplicity.

It helps that she can play with her [Scrying] when she has nothing else to occupy her attention. She uses [Construct] to create a flat surface to display the result, then practices sending a [Skim] shooting out into the Green. Despite how rare reflective surfaces are in the hentai rainforest, she still never manages to land on the same spot twice. The Green is big, and she's aiming by feel over an area of tens of thousands of square miles.

She does, briefly, catch a glimpse of something.

Something immense, shrouded in mist.

Something that almost seems to be looking back at her.

Then it's gone.

"Ooh, I think its time!"

The dryad is suddenly there again, slipping into Mira's reach an pressing herself up against Mira's back, her hands questing over Mira's skin to grope and fondle. Her left hand settles on Mira's belly while her right slithers down between Mira's legs.

True to the dryad's word, Mira's Flowering crest is blazing brighter than ever, and there's a slowly building needy ache in her womb.

"I'm so excited. I can't wait to see them come out..." the dryad breathes as she starts rubbing slow circles over Mira's clit.

Mira shivers in the dryad's embrace, her hips curling as the dryad rubs her pussy.

Her body is flush with need, sweat beading on her skin as the throbbing deep in her core gets more and more intense.

A sudden stab of not-pain breaches her womb, a spike of raw sexual need that rips through her like a bullet. Mira cries out loudly with a flare of her Pleasure crest and cums, but the orgasm is almost an afterthought, a pulsating backdrop to the ecstatic crackling heat she feels as the first seed squeezes through her cervix.

The dryad holds Mira's shivering, sweaty, tightly-bound body close, easing the seeds passage and stoking Mira's pleasure higher as she wraps her legs around Mira's hips to hold herself steady and continues to rub Mira's defenseless clit.

Slowly, seed after seed works its way down the length of Mira's pulsating vagina until it stretches her vulva as it pops free.

"That's it, just like that," the dryad coos. "Keep 'em coming and keep cumming!"