Being snagged by several looping, powerful green vines and slammed into the soft wall of plant life was, to be honest, a bit disorienting; Luna had to fight down the urge to resist.

The perverted trap spared no time in getting to its purpose. A thick, slimy vine wrapped around her neck, then, having locked her in place, winded forward and slithered into her lips, forcing them apart despite her instinctive efforts to keep her mouth closed. Her mouth was suddenly violated by a lubricated invader, and it writhed around, bumping against her cheeks, then shoving further, impacting the back of her throat. She gagged, once, before it had shoved itself further, filling up her throat.

S-So violent, she thought. Being used like this …

It was … it was …

So hot. 

It was hard to keep up with the assault of sensations. A slimy vine wiggled between her breasts, groping and stroking. Another slipped between her panties and starting rubbing between her thighs. She closed her knees, instinctively, but the vine wasn’t dissuaded in the slightest; it pushed forward, trying to force through. It wiggled into the gap between her thighs, sliding against her pussy, and driving her thoughts wild. That thing’s going to be inside me, soon. No matter what I want. She was being attacked from every direction, and the sensation was overwhelming.

The vine in her mouth crammed further down, expanding her throat—it had to be bulging, now. It slid in and out, and Luna gagged, lost in a haze of lust, the pleasurable sensation of being used erasing her thoughts. 

This is so amazing. 

All dungeons should be like this.

The invading vine lower down finally managed to get its bulbous head lined up at her entrance, and it pressed forward. If Luna’s mouth hadn’t been crammed full, she would have gasped at the sudden girth that had filled her up. She moaned—through a throatful of vine—as her lower hole squeezed against a girth she’d been wholly unprepared for.

It’s so big …

It feels so good.

Faster. Violate me more. I’m yours to be used.

The squirming plant life had its way with her, taking full privilege of her throat and pussy. 

Something was building—something hot and twitching—but in the back of her mind, Luna realized:

It’s draining my lifeforce.

It was hurting her. Not in a way she normally associated ‘hurt’, but she could feel her lifeforce—that enigmatic shield that protected her from real danger—dipping, bit by bit. She didn’t have much left. And once it was gone, she risked actual injury.

That’s so not fair, she whined. She wanted the trap to keep violating her. She was getting close!

But it’s a trap. Of course it’s hurting me. For all she wished it was, it wasn’t a toy built for her pleasure. I can’t … I can’t let this keep going.

With terrible regret, Luna unleashed a [Fire Nova], scalding the mass of vines and forcing it to release her. The sensation of the vines fleeing her upper and lower holes sent a pleasurable shiver down her even as she collapsed into the ground. The impact of her knees into the stone floor jolted a spike of pain up her. She shuffled away on her hands and knees, putting distance between her and the trap, before the vines could rally from her attack and grab her a second time.

She panted against the far wall.

That was … that was amazing. The vine’s slithering grasp had electrified her skin wherever it had touched. 

Her pussy pulsed with unfulfilled satisfaction. It’s not fair I had to end it early. The vine’s violating thrusting had been so … filling.

What am I doing? Luna thought, suddenly. I need to … I need to treat this seriously.

And besides. A natural defeat meant she’d be taken care of, anyway.

She staggered to her feet, her legs shaking. She cleared her throat, the invasion of her airways having left the lingering need to cough. 

She grabbed a health potion from her belt and downed it. The empowering suffusion of lifeforce refilled her wasted reserves. It didn’t top her off, but it brought her back to fighting shape.

Okay, Luna thought. Treat this seriously, here on out. If we lose, we lose. 

Really, it was a win-win. If she managed to work through the whole dungeon and defeat the boss, then she’d receive impressive treasures for a level four adventurer. But that was unlikely, to say the least. As a single level four, she’d be lucky to clear a few encounter rooms at best, even for a dungeon this young.

But again. Win-win. Either she made it farther than she thought, or she’d …

Well, her holes would be filled up by the dungeon’s monsters. 

I wonder what being violated by goblins feels like.

Her stomach squirmed with anticipation.

Maybe … if somehow I get close to winning … I'll stop trying my hardest.