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[Is that a good 'oh' or a bad 'oh'? He can't tell and honestly right now he might not genuinely be interested since he's starting to really get into it.]

Come on. Relax. [It's just a finger, although if it's her first time it probably feels a lot bigger than that. He can't seem to be both gentle and hard and fast at the same time; he has to fuck her with a lot less gusto in order to also ease his finger into her other hole, but at least he's not stopping.

Though he might be a little eager if the speed at which he adds the second finger is anything to go by.]

[ Her breathing is heavy and it's hard to hold still. She knows it will feel better if she relaxes, supposedly. It's worth a try. She just can't seem to figure out what to make of it. Regardless of her apprehension his fingers start to open her up. Between that and his cock the feeling is intense. It's getting easier to give in. ]

I guess one just isn't enough for you.

[Look, he's not necessarily greedy, he's just... 'easily excitable'. And as she relaxes while he stretches her out with his fingers, he finds it difficult to be patient.]

It's tighter. [And if it's her first time, if she feels awkward about it, if it hurts a bit - he wouldn't necessarily admit to enjoying it more even though he does.]

I think you like this. [She's already relaxing and he's eager to pull out, to rub the head of his cock against her other fuckhole, feel it wet and hot gliding against her skin. She probably won't like it as he starts to rush things because he hasn't spent nearly enough time warming her up to it, but when he manages to ease in past the head, he rocks his hips and insistently pushes in the rest of the way.]

Fuck- [That's good. That's- just right.]

[ If he's taking one first time what's one more? With nothing else to compare it to she can only assume this is how it always feels. Her concern soon shifts from how his cock is going to fit to what it's going to do to her. She feels him overcome her body's resistance and then still deeper. Even through her strained whines she wants to push her limits. In agreeing to this she thought she might at least be spared the indignity of these vines. She would be wrong. Yet another one, thick and covered in some substance, creeps around her shoulder and up to her lips while she tries to turn her head away. ]

This... thing...

[He's a little focused on what's happening on the lower half of her body - he has to do a double-take to figure out what exactly her new friend is doing with her.]

Don't like it? [He's more referring to the vines than what he's doing. Reaching up under her jaw, he grips her neck and pushes under her chin with his thumb, tilting her head back. Applying a bit of pressure to her throat before his hand drifts upwards, thumb and forefinger press hard against her cheeks to coax her to open her mouth.]

Come on, you- [Fuck it's hard to have a conversation when she's clenching hard around his cock.] you've liked everything else, so far. [No harm letting a weird alien tingling slime-secreting tendril into your mouth - what's the worst thing that could happen?]

[ It hardly feels like she's being saved at all. He seems to be helping the vines more than her. Yet the way he grabs her while making use of her ass arouses her in ways she doesn't quite understand. Maybe she doesn't need as much help as she wants to believe. The moment her mouth opens the tendril darts in. Whatever's all over it doesn't taste so bad but she's not sure what kind of effect it could have. Her eyes sting with tears forced out as it slides deeper into her throat at the same time she feels yet another between her legs. Pulling at her wrists just seems to get her further entangled. ]

[Funnily enough, when he can go back to focusing just on screwing her brains out, he's a lot more aggressive and careless about leaving marks and bruises to add to the red welts that the vines are giving her. The harder he fucks her the more the vines seem to take her in, and it becomes a bit of a struggle to pull her back out from the entangled mess so he can move deeper inside her.

Thankfully the vines don't seem all that interested in him. It'll make it a lot easier to pluck her from their grasp once he's finished.]

Oh, fuck- [She's clenching around him tighter than ever now that she's struggling. Maybe he should be paying more attention to said struggling, what it's doing to her, what he's doing to her, but he's almost there.] I'm close--

[ The warm liquid forced down her throat is quickly absorbed into her body. It seems to make her find the pain pleasurable. Unable to breathe, her struggling begins to subside. Any sounds she makes are muffled. It's only a matter of time before she passes out. The moment she seems to accept that is when she finally comes. ]

[Okay, a bit of struggling adds to the fun, but completely dropping out of consciousness like that? Just a teensy bit worrying. He can't even really blow his load in peace, as much as he enjoys cumming hard and deep in someone and knowing that they'll feel it the next day, and possibly even the day after that, that someone else might find the mess.

When she starts to come to again, she'll find herself in a sheltered area, properly-ish clothed and freed from the vines. The closest plant life hovering nearby is at least twenty feet away. She's in a bit of a sticky mess, but he at least had the decency not to leave her to be swallowed by the alien plant monster thing. He was blissfully fucked out and had entertained fleetingly the thought of just leaving her there, all entangled with cum dribbling down her legs, but let it not be said that John invariably always breaks all his promises.]