You found them in the deep grove.
Beautiful.
Fragrant.
Dripping.
an Alraune., warm, poisoned.
"Stay with us… just a little longer…" 🥴
Their vines coiled around your ankles before you noticed.
[ STATUS: ROOTED ]
🌸 VINES: LOCKED
🧪 POISON: APPLIED
🧠 IQ: DROPPING
💦 XP: LEAKING
she leaned close.
Her petals parted... wet, slick, pulsing.
A warm spurt of nectar splashed across your chest.
-20 IQ 🧠
-50 XP 💦
"That's it… let it soak in…" 😈
Another spurt. This time across your face.
You inhaled before you could stop yourself.
Sweetness flooded your lungs.
"Mmm… you're already weakening…" 💋
You tried to stand.
Your legs wouldn't listen.
You tried to think.
Your mind was syrup.
You tried to resist.
Your body leaned in.
"Good… just stay still… let us keep dripping for you…" 🥴
[ FINAL STATUS: SOAKED & OWNED ]
🌸 OWNERS: THE ALRAUNE GROVE
🧪 POISON: PERMANENT
🧠 IQ: 0
💦 XP: 0
🌀 PURPOSE: DRIP. SOAK. OBEY. REPEAT.
You stopped fighting.
You stopped thinking.
You just let them spurt.
Again.
And again.