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[ Fending off robots was something she could handle. She was fine on her own. The sudden appearance of strange plant life however is giving her some trouble. All it took was one wrong step. What looked like ordinary underbrush turned out to be a trap. Now she finds herself bound with vines to a tree, frustrated with herself for not being more careful. She considers her options and looks around. If there's nobody here maybe she should go ahead and contact someone. ]

[John on the other hand. Not so keen on the robots. Or the bitey, lashy plant... thingies. He's more of a lover than a fighter, truth be told. And while he could hold his own, he'd rather not risk the ire of their supreme machine overlord by taking out the robots or getting some kind of infection from any thorned plants.

Which is not to say he's going to leave a damsel in distress and keep on going when he comes across one while he's drifting between hideouts. But apparently he's not jumping in to help burn the vines or cut her out, either, keeping a short distance between them.]

Hello love. [His eyes can't help but drift to where those green tendrils slither across her chest.]

[ At least she doesn't have to worry about her uniform being stained, having left it in her shelter in favor of a light t shirt and shorts. She sees him coming and watches for if he seems to be changing direction and if she needs to get his attention. But since he's approaching there's no need. It's lucky somebody is here to find her so quickly. At the same time it's somewhat embarrassing to have to ask for help. ]

I got tangled up and I'm stuck. Would you help me out?

...depends. [John steps in a little closer, tearing his gaze off of her tits to watch the vines warily. This doesn't look like the kind of predicament he wants to get caught in, himself.]

What'll you give me in return? [They're all stuck here with scavenged food and supplies. He's not running a charity.]

I take whiskey dollars. Or sexual favours. [No point lying - she's looking pretty hot, ensnared like this.]

[ She has people she can contact that won't ask for favors. But that would leave her out here longer. She can't defend herself like this. She looks up at him for a moment and then nods in agreement. ]

If this is about those cards then fine. Whatever you want. Just get me out of here.

[He takes a step closer, caution slowly slipping away as the corner of his lips curl into a smirk. That was easy. She's not worried that he's some psychotic chainsaw swinging cannibal or anything?]

What if what I want involves leaving you right there? [His gaze flickers down to where he can see her legs spreading from some tightening tendrils slithering between her legs. Naughty, naughty.]

It's less fun if you're not that keen about it, you know.

It's not that I just haven't done this very much. So I might be a little nervous. Don't leave me here.

[ Her face turns red just from admitting it. That and from what the vines are doing with her legs. She struggles to pull them back together. That only seems to make it worse. She imagines the plant continuing to wrap around her until she's completely encased. That would not be ideal. ]

Haven't done what much? [Gotten attacked by some very intimate plantlife? Flirted with a tall, ruggedly handsome stranger? Promised potentially anything away in an act of desperation? Yes, he realises time is of the essence here, but he seems interested in talking. She shouldn't worry.

Finally closing the distance between them, John runs his fingertip down her right cheek, curling his finger under her chin.]

Look at me. [His smile widens as his hand starts to trail lower.] That's it. Just relax mate. [He's got this. Probably. As his fingertips drift lower the snake-like, thick, moving stems curl tighter around her, until he's rubbing slowly between her legs. She's still clothed, but he likes gauging her reaction, feeling her tense and twitch beneath his touch.

His hand drifts upwards again and he hooks one finger between the waistband of her knickers beneath her shorts and her skin. He tugs down, low enough to invite a couple of creaking, stretching, opportunistic tendrils to slither over her hips and down between her legs.

It'd be morbidly fascinating if it wasn't rather sexy. John slips his hand in as well, rubbing the length of his finger back and forth in between her folds.]

You could ask me nicely. I'm sure you've done that before.

[ And here she was thinking he would free her first and they might find somewhere else for her end of the deal. Apparently he wants it right here. Hopefully nobody else happens to wander by. She does her best to relax and makes no effort to stifle the noises she makes at his touch. This is not so bad at all considering how strange the whole plant thing is. ]

Please. I need you.

[ She gasps as vines make their way between her legs. It's hard to tell if the slickness is her own or something contributed by the plant. Either way she's starting to enjoy this. ]

[Where's the fun in that? The plantlife saves him a whole lot of work, frees up his other hand to roam, down the side of her neck, down over her breast where he gives it a firm squeeze. She sounds so sweet when she asks, he ought to feel bad for taking advantage of the situation.

His hand is a little wet when he pulls it out of her shorts and he glances up to meet her gaze for all of two seconds before he plucks the button apart and unzips her shorts. He'll do his best not to ruin it since changes of clothes are somewhat sparse around these parts. He only needs them and her knickers halfway down her thighs after all.

Tilting his head, he leans in to press his lips to hers, play-biting on her bottom lip as he starts unbuckling his own belt. His trousers hang loose off his waist, enough to get his cock out without making too big or obvious of a scene. No one has to know, right?]

Good girl. [John couldn't resist. He has a feeling she's just a little shy, rather than not genuinely wanting this. He goes back to rubbing between her legs, smearing her wetness on her lower thighs, getting some of it on his dick as he traps it between her legs with his thumb and moves his hips, breathing slow as he sinks his teeth into the shell of her ear. Nudging just the head of his cock in, he pushes past those hot, wet lips until he can bury the entire length of the shaft, one slow inch in and half an inch out at a time. He's been so turned on since he got here and it's not really let up regardless of how often he's tried to fuck it out of his system, it's hard to be patient or overly gentle.]

[ She looks at him and then to his hand realizing just how aroused she is by all this. It's not long before she finds herself moaning against his mouth and kissing back. Her hips shift enough that he can pull her shorts down. When he pulls away she tries not to stare but she wants it, to feel him buried deep inside her. She bites her lip at first but she can't help crying out the deeper he pushes through. ]

I've never actually... had anything more than fingers inside me before...

[His eyes flutter open at that. It's either the best time or the worst time for that kind of confession but whatever the case, it's a little too late to change course.]

Does it hurt? [He thinks it might. He's not sure. She's pretty fucking tight despite the fact that she's gushing all over his cock. He presses his hands over where the vines are holding her wrists, keeping her pinned in the web.

Maybe the more apt question is if she likes it either way.]

You like that? It's not too much. Don't stop. Everyone's been so gentle with me since I got here...

[ She seems a bit frustrated by that. He could be the one to give her a nice hard pounding. She can handle the pain even as she stretches to accommodate his cock. Breathing slowly she tries to relax. She didn't think that being restrained would turn her on but it's a distinct possibility. ]

Maybe you should tell them. [He slides his hands under her thighs and pulls her in closer, not necessarily fighting with the vines but not content to let them have all the fun either. A quiet groan rumbles up his throat as she meets him halfway and gets him wet right down to the base of his cock. Maybe whatever she's entangled in is helping them along, secreting something that's giving him a light buzz, but it feels better than it usually does regardless. Hopefully it isn't poisonous.

It sounds downright pornographic, sticky, wet, skin slapping against skin, his grip on her legs tight enough to leave red marks alongside the reddened welts already forming where the vines are gripping hard.]

Guess that means you've not had anything here before either? [He slows down to deep, slow thrusts as a finger drags some of the vine slime to her tight, puckered asshole. He flashes her a small grin as he tries to push just the tip of his finger inside her.]

[ Slowly but surely she's learning what she likes. She doesn't mind the strangeness of the predicament she finds herself in currently if only because it's clear from the start there's nothing more to it than an exchange of favors. Just when she had adjusted to his cock she feels something else. She looks down in surprise to see what he's doing. ]

What are you— oh!

How are things?

[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.

Just in general? I'm getting by. I've met some people.

And yourself?

For your card, or just in general?

I'm doing alright.

I'm maintaining a truce with Mcgillis and so far, it's working to our mutual benefit.

Sounds questionable.

I did manage to get some squares completed on my card.

I promise it's mutually beneficial and I'm doing my best to fuck the revolution out of him.

That's good to hear. I think I'm going to start testing that system. A bunker would be nice to have in this mess. And more clothes, I don't want to wear out my uniform.

I'll have you know that that's really rude.

[ HE'S WORKING DAMN HARD, ]

[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.]

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