They chattered to each other, leaving Hjotra unable to understand what they were saying. They pointed to her, and she vaguely realised they were talking about what was between her legs when the Matron slid a single claw inside her. Hjotra almost exploded in pleasure. The wood rubbed against her insides incredibly well, and the claw was angled enough to catch her sweet spot. She moaned, and the Matron hopped back in shock. After a few seconds of watching the Nord pant, the Spriggan returned her claw. Hjotra's eyes bugged out as the Matron slowly pushed her claw in deeper. When it hit her cervix Hjotra cried out in pain and the Matron jumped, stepping back. But curiosity overrode the Spriggan's defenses, and the guardian of nature slid her wooden finger back into Hjotra's sex, stopping just before she reached the cervix. She began to move her claw out again and paused as Hjotra moaned again, louder this time. She pushed it back in, and was rewarded by a keening cry. Satisfied that she knew why the Nord was moaning, the Spriggan began to move her finger in and out of Hjotra's slit, covering her wood in slick, clear lubricant as the Nord cried and wailed in pleasure. The human trembled, hardly able to take the stimulation. It was almost too much pleasure all at once, and yet she found herself bucking her hips into the stimulation, always angling the Matron's finger to catch her most sensitive spot.
Fireworks danced behind her eyes as she orgasmed, clamping down on the Matron's finger. The Spriggan shrieked in surprise, withdrawing her claw, as the slickness ran down her legs. Her head fell back against the tree, panting in exertion from the pleasure. She was about to close her eyes when she felt something thin rub her inner thigh. As she look down, a vine slid into her. It was much thinner than the Spriggan's claw, but it seemed to grow as she watched, until, when it pulled back, she felt it drag along her inner walls. The Spriggan was watching her again, and as the vine dragged she groaned loudly. She heard it laugh, and cursed at it. For answer, the Earth Mother flicked her wrist, and a second vine slid into her slit. She gasped, the two vines beginning to work away in her slit, going in opposite directions. Hjotra stammered, her breath coming out in loud, helpless grunts.
"No-gods-please-I-I-"
She twitched, stomach muscles clenching, legs tensing and trembling, as her sex began to drip lubricant, the vines doing wonders inside her. Sweat began to drip from her body, and she tossed her head from side to side, red hair sticking to her skin. Her chest heaved as she took deep breaths, and she became dimly aware of something rubbing her clitoris. Her mouth dropped open as she screamed out her orgasm, clamping down on the vines. They slowed down gently as the dazed Nord came down from her high, rivulets of salty sweat running down her skin. A single vine slid out of the lubricated vagina, and wormed its way into her rear. Hjotra's eyes flew open, groaning in a mixture of surprise and pleasure. It felt better than she'd anticipated. Not fantastic, but better than she'd anticipated.
With barely a pause for breath the vines were moving again, rubbing across her clit, inside her vagina and violating her rear end. By the time vines slid up Hjotra's stomach, a few minutes later, she was ready to go, body weak and helpless. A frisson of heat crawled down to her clit as a vine rubbed delicately across it, sending an orgasm tumbling through her frame. The plants on her stomach wrapped gently around her tits, looping around the skin until they reached the nipples, which they circled and pinched. Her breathing became ragged as the vine loosened from around her neck. Shouting wasn't even on her mind right now; her eyes rolled back into her head as the vines began to massage her breasts.
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Damn Spriggans 2
Date: 2013-07-22 05:03 am (UTC)Fireworks danced behind her eyes as she orgasmed, clamping down on the Matron's finger. The Spriggan shrieked in surprise, withdrawing her claw, as the slickness ran down her legs. Her head fell back against the tree, panting in exertion from the pleasure. She was about to close her eyes when she felt something thin rub her inner thigh. As she look down, a vine slid into her. It was much thinner than the Spriggan's claw, but it seemed to grow as she watched, until, when it pulled back, she felt it drag along her inner walls. The Spriggan was watching her again, and as the vine dragged she groaned loudly. She heard it laugh, and cursed at it. For answer, the Earth Mother flicked her wrist, and a second vine slid into her slit. She gasped, the two vines beginning to work away in her slit, going in opposite directions. Hjotra stammered, her breath coming out in loud, helpless grunts.
"No-gods-please-I-I-"
She twitched, stomach muscles clenching, legs tensing and trembling, as her sex began to drip lubricant, the vines doing wonders inside her. Sweat began to drip from her body, and she tossed her head from side to side, red hair sticking to her skin. Her chest heaved as she took deep breaths, and she became dimly aware of something rubbing her clitoris. Her mouth dropped open as she screamed out her orgasm, clamping down on the vines. They slowed down gently as the dazed Nord came down from her high, rivulets of salty sweat running down her skin. A single vine slid out of the lubricated vagina, and wormed its way into her rear. Hjotra's eyes flew open, groaning in a mixture of surprise and pleasure. It felt better than she'd anticipated. Not fantastic, but better than she'd anticipated.
With barely a pause for breath the vines were moving again, rubbing across her clit, inside her vagina and violating her rear end. By the time vines slid up Hjotra's stomach, a few minutes later, she was ready to go, body weak and helpless. A frisson of heat crawled down to her clit as a vine rubbed delicately across it, sending an orgasm tumbling through her frame. The plants on her stomach wrapped gently around her tits, looping around the skin until they reached the nipples, which they circled and pinched. Her breathing became ragged as the vine loosened from around her neck. Shouting wasn't even on her mind right now; her eyes rolled back into her head as the vines began to massage her breasts.