Resist
From Torg Adventure
The Alraune rolls her tongue gently over the head of your cock, eager to taste your cum once again. You grip the sides of her head, not to pull her towards you this time, but to push her away.
"No...stop..." You whisper through your teeth.
Simply doing that required an immense amount of willpower, and now you are struggling between pushing her off of you and pulling her deeper against your dick. All the while, your futile motioning is simply getting her to bob faster, slurping with reckless abandon on your manhood. You groan inwardly as the waves of pleasure wash over you but you manage to hold onto your sanity, if only by your fingertips, and keep from cumming into her mouth again.
With one unsteady motion you somehow manage to extract your penis from her mouth and pull her off of you. But instead of pushing her away, your body betrays you for a split second. The Alraune's sweet scent wrests away your self-control and you spontaneously kiss her on the lips. This mistake proves to be costly, as you feel the plant-woman force a saccharine liquid into your mouth and down your throat. No doubt the paralytic sap you feared so much.
Immediately you feel a numbness spread from your belly as the sap works its way through your body. Your muscles start to seize up and become rigid from paralysis. Without the ability to maintain your balance, you fall backwards and lay motionless on the grass, spread-eagled and defenseless.
You watch the Alraune crawl on to you, straddling you with her legs. It runs its tongue up your chest, licking and biting your nipples, and kisses the nape of your neck. It presses its lips against yours and forces more sap into your mouth, making you lose any control you had left in your body and also stiffening your rod in preparation for more sex. With one hand, it takes hold of your cock and positions it underneath her, ready to penetrate deep in her body.
Looking down at you, no longer is there the look of a sweet, longing girl. The Alraune has transformed into the dangerous life-form that its reputation precedes. It gives you a malicious, predatory look, almost mocking you falling for its charms. Staring down like you're nothing more than food and prey, it begins to lower itself onto you.
- Fwip* *Thunk*
Less than the blink of an eye, you watch an arrow slice through the air and bury itself in between the breasts of the Alraune. Both of you freeze in shock, staring at the arrow shaft as it protrudes awkwardly from the plant's chest. Then, slowly, the plant-woman opens its mouth and lets out an ear-piercing scream.
The sound is unnatural and your entire body quivers in response to the noise. The Mandrake's scream sends your mind reeling in shock and the pain starts becoming overwhelming. Your vision starts to fade and the screaming begins to filter into the background. The last thing you see before passing out is watching another arrow strike the Alraune. This time in the throat.
It is nighttime when your eyes finally flutter open again. You hear the sound of a fire, crackling somewhere behind you, and the heat that pours from the flames is a welcome change to the cold night air. You breathe a sigh a relief, somehow you managed to escape the Alraune with the help of a stranger. From your position, lying on your back, you look up to face your savior.
Who is it?
