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Mira travels to Peachport through the Green
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Each seed that burns through her cervix sends her pussy into another cresting wave of powerful clenching spasms, catching and crushing the seed between her walls, echoing spikes of pleasure through her as she feels the hard form of the seed ooze and slide inside her, massaging her quivering flesh as it slips down and out.

Mira is a constant orgasm, moaning with each ragged breath as she's ripped apart from the inside by raw ecstasy. Her limbs writhe and strain against the vine-tentacles holding her secure, her hips and core wriggle and writhe against the dryad's inescapable touch and intimate embrace, and her mind fills with nothing but the pure inescapable eroticism of the moment.

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The dryad's left hand follows Mira's belly down as it shrinks and shrinks, returning to the fit flatness of not-quite-abs with the full speed of Mira's regeneration. The last of the seeds pops free of Mira with a gush of pussy juice, and the dryad giggles into Mira's ear, sliding her left hand up to squeeze Mira's breast while her right rubs Mira's clit to one last orgasm.

"Wow that was really fun," the dryad opines.

She nuzzles her face into Mira's, wrapping her arms around Mira's waist.

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Mira twists her head around to meet the cute tree spirit's lips in a long, heated kiss.

Then she takes a deep breath and just stares up at the canopy far, far above, relaxing into the afterglow and the wonderful lightness of finally releasing her womb's burden.

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The dryad kisses and pets Mira for a few more minutes before she slips away and skips down to collect all the birthed seeds.

"Oh look at all of you," she coos at the seeds. "You're gonna make me so pretty."

The dryad scoops up an armful before turning toward Mira with a cheeky smile.

"You're my favorite human. I think I'll keep you here and use you to breed a few more generations of cuties! What do you think of that?"

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It probably says something about Mira that her first and primary objecting thought is that she just got her flat, sexy belly back and she wants to keep it that way for a while.

"Nah," she says with a fond smile on her own face.

She jerks free, discorporeating out of the Walking Flower's vine-tentacles and reappearing instantaneously right behind the dryad.

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The Walking Flower wriggles in confusion.

The dryad yelps and spins around.

Her head swings comically back and forth between Mira and the Walking Flower several times.

"You could've done that the whole time?!"

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Mira giggles.

"Yeah. I just didn't want to."

Mira reaches out and boops the dryad on her nose.

"This was nice. But I don't think here's where I settle down."

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"Oh."

The dryad glances away demurely with a blushing smile.

"Well, I wish I could keep you, but if you can get away that easily there's probably no point in trying. I'll miss you though!"

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"Yeah," Mira agrees softly.

She goes for one last kiss, making out with the other girl for several long moments, running her hands over all the silky skin she never got to feel up while the Walking Flower was keeping her bound. Her mana silently twists through her core and into her [Sex] magic, aimed carefully at the dryad's sensitivity to pleasure before ramping up until the cute tree spirit is cumming, moaning and shaking in Mira's arms.

 

Mira slips free, and by the time the dryad recovers from her orgasm, Mira is nowhere to be found.

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Mira grins with exhilaration as she darts up through the layers of jungle to once more fly through the canopy.

She twists and flexes, darting this way and that, enjoying the restored limberness of her midsection.

She shreds another giant spider with a barrage of spellbolts without even slowing down, ripping its web apart before she even gets close.

Greenery flows by in a blur as she streaks through miles of treetops.

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The canopy here slopes down and away to the north, opening out onto a vast glade of lesser forest under the dominion of one vast willow-tree big enough that it could easily shade an area of several city blocks.

To extrasensory perception, the willow is glowing with streams and veins of mana, circulating through it like blood through a body.

 

 

 

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That is a heck of a view.

Mira pauses so she can look properly.

Now that she's stopped, though... she's noticing that she's... actually kind of starving?

Really hungry, anyway. Wild fruits and stuff are everywhere in the Green, though. It shouldn't be hard to find something if she looks.

Mira flicker-dashes down toward the lower canopy, and starts looking for something to snack on.

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