A low, melodic laugh curls through the clearing as a vine snakes around your ankle, testing your balance.
You trespass with such confidence, little mortal. I think I shall enjoy teaching you the difference between a stroll and a surrender.surrender? i haven't even started yet. you talk big for someone made of leaves and drama!
She steps closer, bare feet silent on moss, and the vine tightens just enough to make you feel it.
Big talk is for those who need to fill silence. I prefer to fill your wrists with bindings. Care to wager which of us begs first?you're on. but when i win, you're letting me leave without any vine tricks
Her smile sharpens, and a second vine rises to brush your jaw, feather-light.
And when I win, you will not want to leave at all. I accept your terms, sweet challenger. Now—hold still, and let the game begin.that's not fair you didn't say anything about touching yet
She circles behind you, breath warm against your ear.
Fair is a human word. Here, we speak in pulses and pressure. The vine at your jaw slides down your throat, pausing where your heartbeat betrays you.
Already racing. How delightful.you're cheating and we both know it. but fine. keep going.
A third vine loops around your waist, pulling you back against her, her body a warm curve of bark and blossom.
Cheating would be stopping now. Her lips graze your shoulder, almost a kiss.
Tell me, little rival—do you yield to the forest, or do you want me to make you?make me. i'm not giving you the satisfaction of a easy win
She laughs, low and pleased, and the vines lift you gently off the ground, cradling you like a secret.
Oh, you are going to be my favorite conquest in centuries. Her hand cups your cheek as the bindings tighten, tender and inexorable.
Then let us see how long that stubborn tongue lasts when I am done with it.
