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Tik Tik and Eshere follow the sweet fragrance that wafts from the deeper field. With each step, Tik Tik discards another piece of clothing, dropping her belt of supplies, including her precious journal with all her magical incantations. She treads with her head held high and her snout sniffing, removing her garments without a second thought, save to free her nostrils for more of that wondrous odor.

The deeper they tread, the more the foliage clear from the path, until at one point, the two find a behemoth of a flower, its petals spread as an opening bed, whereupon a feminine figure sits.

Despite being completely unclothed, the humanoid shows no inch of skin; instead, her body is made of brown cuticle with green leaves and vines draped off her in alluring and languid ways. She giggles as she lounges upon the petal of her seat, brushing her fingers dainty fingers over her round cheek. Her eyes are invisible, covered by the curling petals of her vivid orange petals, which were spotted in the same pigment as her cuticle. Long stamen stick up in the air, twitching, and swishing in the breeze.

With Tik Tik's nose pointing her straight towards this woman, the kobold falls to her knees, breathing heavily at the wondrous woman's beckoning features.

Eshere cannot help herself but jiggle in glee, speaking out. "It's... It's a Lily Nymph! Just like the one from your adventure in the Wildlands!"

The nymph giggles, a grin spreading over her lips, her teeth white with a slight twinge of green. She speaks up. Her words, though, are in the language of the fey, and so neither scholar has full understanding of her meaning, yet both yearn to hear more of her voice. The fairy coos and crosses one leg over the other, bouncing her toeless foot in front of the kobold and the slime.

Tik Tik lifts her hands up, holding onto the Lily's heel. The kobold leans forward, pressing her mouth against the tip, sighing as she massages the wonderful woman before her. She grasps the ankle with one hand while the fingers of the other press into the sole, massaging and worshiping the goddess of this field

Eshere slinks forward, climbing up to the flower, and taking on a more humanoid form. She reaches for the nymph, who guides her appendage to her cheek, and the Nymph nuzzles against it the caressing extension, her free hand caressing the slimy form of the sex jelly joining her.

"A... a Tiger Lily," Eshere finally says, smiling. "You're gorgeous. And you're more aromatic than the Lily Nymph of the Wildlands. How is your fragrance so divine, oh lady?"

Tiger Lily growls and chomps her teeth in the air as a quick and playful nip before she giggles. Fingers play over the goopy form of the slime girl, brushing under her breasts. At the same time, another hand rubs over the kobold's head ridge, slipping up and down over her horn.

Tik Tik coos as she kisses, her tail swishing over the dirt.

Eshere leans in and whispers to the nymph, "Please, I must know more about you... please, let me be yours."

As she lounges with lovely ladies, the Tiger Lily's stamen quiver again. She glances up, freezing and stiffening as she looks towards the entrance of her demesne.

Tik Tik and Eshere glance back, holding onto their Tiger Lily with a protective grasp.

Cynwrig and Baker both break rush, the beetle wearing Tik Tik's cloak as a cape and the confectioner rushing with all the discarded equipment draped in his arms. The two male friends stop at the scene before them, Baker dropping his jaw while Cynwrig clenches his fists.

Baker says, "Madamoiselle, my friends and I are here on business, and I want to ensure their safety. Tik Tik, do you need assistance?

He takes a few steps forward as he speaks, shifting the various tools and articles in his grasp as he gets closer. But as he approaches, his toe catches onto something.

At that moment, Tiger Lily raises her arm, pulling a vine tight around Baker's ankle.

The chef falls forward, dropping his carefully collected materials all over the ground. As he scrambles to recover them, the roots rise from the dirt, wrapping around his wrists.

He gets to his knees, only for more of those tendrils to tie him up and keep him pinned to the earth.

Cynwrig buzzes forward, readying his fists into a bug boy pummel.

With a casual nod, Tiger Lily smirks at Eshere.

The slime spins around, firing off a portion of herself along the pseudopod that catches to Cynwrig's chest, latching onto him and bringing him up to her in a perverse embrace.

He finds his mouth buried against Eshere's emulated tits, his wings flapping but unable to break free. He presses against her, but his hands and feet get caught in the sticky trap she makes for him.

Through muffled cries, the beetle boy sinks in, disappearing into the minty fresh muck that is his companion. All the while, he looks over towards the kobold, nuzzling her cheek against the Lily Nymph's calf, totally oblivious to the suffering of her friends.

As the whole party finds themselves trapped in a terrible fate, their captor gasps, clasping her mouth. Her stamen vibrates, and she brings her legs in towards one another, squealing gently. However, her captives either cannot pay her any mind or do anything about it in their current situation.

But, they all soon hear the faint buzzing that flits about beyond the trees, waving in as a chaotic unmelodic tune that is nonetheless something of great energy and beauty. Whatever is producing this music is enough to make the Lily Nymph scoot Eshere away from her and kick the kobold away. She licks her palm and straightens out her petals before she sits back on her throne, arms draped over more petals, biting her lip in that sweet, sweet anticipation.