[0.9.140-PUBLIC#6397] Drivani Cultist

[Theron]

The independent weaving of the four radglow tendrils cease as the quartet begin to move in unison to line up the business-ends of their horsecock-like spouts. Their sudden unity is accompanied by a series of thick bulges moving up their lengths that can only mean one thing: they’re preparing a seed bombardment! There’s nowhere to hide as the cum begins to geyser from the firehose vines, drenching you from stem to stern with one blast after another! The scent, the sight, the sound, the feel... every sense is overwhelmed by swelling heat that leaves you teetering, dizzy, and half-drunk on the perverse opulence of the corrupted nature all around you!

Your deployed turret doesn’t seem at all interested in the cultist’s teasing.

The slightly-discordant psychic song of the four radglow vines presses against your mind with the raw intensity of the need to breed and be bred. To multiply. To flourish. To spread. Your focus slips for an instant and the musical temptations crash against your mind with the shock of a summer storm, coaxing you closer toward a sweet surrender and the depraved enticements of becoming one with nature!.

The writhing host of radglow tendrils move in concert, darting forward and sweeping around you in an attempt to bind you tightly in the grassy knot of their embrace! The tentacles securely wrap around you--You’ve been grappled!

One of the gravid divrani’s bonded radglow vines whip out at you! Deceptively adroit curves send the peak flicking out in an unexpected way. You try to dodge, but end up taking the plant’s weighty cockslap right to the side of your head! Your deployed turret’s shield crackles but holds.

Descriptions assume it's targeting Steele. In all cases, they were actually targeting a Deployed Turret. May have missed a few, it's hard to tell.

The glistening oil dripping from the divrani’s curves carries with it a rich, intoxicatingly sweet scent that leaves your mouth watering. It’s hard not to imagine licking your way over every inch of her voluptuous, fertile frame. The pheromonal perfume has your tongue hanging from your mouth and drool leaking from your lips. You just have to taste this girl!

Steele is wearing Airtight Armor.