Marae Corruption

You approach Marae’s tree and note that the bark of the tree is smooth, practically wet looking. The goddess’s form is already exposed, as she leans out from the trunk and blows you a kiss. Her breasts look as if they’ve filled out quite a bit since your first meeting, jiggling teasingly with every motion she makes.

She smiles lewdly and beckons you to come closer. “Do you like the new me? I don’t know why I was resisting this in the first place. You shut down the factory, I could feel it in the ground, and I was so happy. Then I realized HOW you shut down the factory. I could feel it seeping into my roots. I was so afraid, feeling that corruption flow through the ground back to me. I promised myself I would kill you when you dared to show your face. But then that warmth started flowing into me, and it just melted my anger and resolve,” she explains, pushing forwards a bit further out from the trunk.

You watch as a tiny purple bud blooms below her belly button, just above her junction with the tree. The petals unfurl into a very familiar shape, looking more like a vagina than a flower. Marae reaches down and brushes her fingers across the outer petals, cooing in delight. You glance up at her eyes and she’s practically beaming – she knew where you were looking.

“I don’t mind, I’d like you to watch,” she says as she begins to masturbate in earnest. Nectar begins to drip from the flower while she talks about her corruption, “I couldn’t help it, it was like lust was filling me up until there wasn’t room for anything else. I started groping my tits, feeling them grow heavy while I teased and pinched my nipples. I must have been like that for nearly an hour. And when the runoff finally started washing into my lake, mmm, I just had to give myself a hot little honeypot. It felt so good to give in. I see why the demons do what they do. It isn’t evil, they just want to share this... this pleasure, with everyone and everything.”

Spellbound, you watch as she forces more and more fingers into her hungry flower-hole, “Ever since then, I’ve just been drinking in more and corruption, and waiting for someone to come here and help fill my hole. I’ve played with my flower for what has felt like days on end. Every time I come harder and harder. The more I let go the better it is. Do you know what I did this morning? I let my branches grow tentacles to fuck my mouth and pussy at the same time. I came over and over and over, and then I had my roots pull in all the cum they could find to fill my womb with.”

You gasp at the change she has gone through, getting more than a little turned on yourself. Thinking that a once chaste goddess has been reduced to a horny slut makes you wonder how you stand any chance of victory. Marae keeps up her show, “It’s so good. Come join me in it. I gave in to the pleasure already. If you look behind me, you can see what’s left of my soul. I could feel it dripping out through my cunny a little bit each time I came. After a while it flowed together and started to crystalize. I think the demons call it lethicite, but I just wish I still had a soul so I could do it all over again. Come fuck me, I want to watch you go mad while you cum out your soul.”

It sounds like a very pleasant offer, but it would mean the total abandonment of your reasons for coming here. You could probably get away if you were to run, she doesn’t seem to be nearly as powerful. Or you could risk trying to steal the lethicite before making your getaway, but it wouldn’t be hard for her to catch you that close.

>ACCEPT

She approaches you, her breasts swinging pendulously and dripping sap. Mesmerized by her swaying mammaries, you watch until she mashes you into them with an enormous hug. A hand traces down your chest to your groin. She giggles and presses your face into her one of her verdant nipples. You open your mouth to accept the purplish-green bud, licking and suckling it, encouraging her sweet sap to flow into your hungry mouth. She gushes fluids and pulls you tightly against her tits, crushing you with soft flesh.

The sap inside you makes your throat and belly tingle warmly, as if you had taken a strong drink. Her milk-sap flows so quickly that you have to gulp it down to keep up. Tiny burps escape your mouth every now and then as you work to gulp down the tainted treat. You feel happy and secure, nestled in the bosom of a lust goddess. Foggy euphoria seems to float into your mind, making it difficult to think of anything but emptying the nipple in front of you. You feel the last few drops splash on your tongue before unnatural strength breaks the seal, yanking you away and forcing a fresh dripping tit into your lips.

You drink deeply, suckling her thick syrupy milk with strength born of an instantaneous addiction. The desire to attain more of her 'milk' overrides any other thoughts, clouding over them like a dense morning fog. The slick nipples feel like they tense and squirm in your mouth as you draw every last bit of their delicious cargo into your greedy gullet. You pleasant hips twitch and squirm, throbbing and hard, making your demonic cock bob in the air. Heedless of your groin’s incessant begging, you work the nipple in your mouth as if it was your whole world, trying to pleasure as much as suckle. You can feel your huge, demonic dong squirming in the air as if reaching for her. Wait, squirming!? You’re pulled back from her nipple and given the chance to look down, where you see your wide, wriggling plant-prick waving around, seeking a nearby orifice to fuck!

“Yum,” whispers Marae, throwing you against her tree and advancing confidently, “nothing feels quite as good as burying a squirming tentacle into some hot wet cunt’s pussy and asshole.” She beckons you closer and begins advancing on you. Your body edges closer of its own volition, as if she has a hook buried in your groin and pulling you away from the tree, towards her needy flower. When she closes within a few feet, your fat, wriggling plant-shaft splits into a dozen different appendages, each waving in the air with licentious intent. Before you can react, they lash forwards, wrapping her arms and legs tightly, hauling her onto two central tendrils. In seconds, your primary tentacle-dick buries itself up to her cervix, pressing roughly against her internal opening while it squirms like a trapped snake inside her cunt. The secondary cock-vine manages to penetrate her bum with ease, tingling as lubricant splatters around the rough penetration.

You don’t really know what’s going on anymore. You’re leaning against a tree while your crotch is forcefully double-teaming both of a goddess' holes. You’re too full of warmth and arousal to do anything about it, so you slump down and enjoy it. Marae cries and moans like a bitch in heat, clearly enjoying the two wriggling tendrils working her over. Sap leaks from her nipples, and a few spare tentacles immediately latch on, their tips forming into twisted lips. You can taste the flavor... with your tentacles. The fog in your mind thickens, and you squeeze another tentacle into her ass without thinking about it. One more erupts from the bundle at your crotch, and latches onto the goddess' clit, locking her in a state of near-constant orgasm. Her orgasms milk your cocks with violent muscle contracts, actually managing to pull the member buried inside her through her cervix and into her womb. It’s too much and you start to cum, blacking out from the intensity of it.

Some time passes...

You’re still on the island with Marae impaled on two of the wriggling monstrosities you call your cocks. You haven’t pulled free in days, but why would you? Your bodies are made for each other, a pile of wriggling fuckmeat with holes that drink your cum like the desert drinks water, and a once-hero who lives to sate his mass of seething tentacles. The two of you are two halves of the same puzzle, locked together in an endless orgy. You fondly remember watching the shining liquid that was once your soul drip from the wet folds of her flower-petals, crystallizing into a tiny rock much smaller than Marae’s own.

GAME OVER