Not wanting to lose his opening despite the pleasure the Camila’s body was giving him as it pressed firmly against his own, Aaralon tugged against the restraining vine and with some difficulty managed to free his leg. Quickly he backed away as more vines attempted to grasp him. Aaralon was thinking quickly now and raking his mind for a spell, any spell that would but the evil flora to rest. "Transmutation!" he almost yelled out with joy. Finally the magic he had learned under the exceptionally boring tutelage of an ancient wizard of named Samson- who as many of his students would admit was more adept and changing the state of his students attentiveness then any thing else. However, despite his faults Samson had taught Aaralon and his students some very useful magic, one of which was a spell that would transform water into alcohol.
With some regret he looked up at the buxom instructor cumming hard against the wrist sized vines and began to chant the spell, “Vatis Ceru Aqua Alcoholis.” As he released the spell the offending vines flailed for a moment, releasing Camila, and then went completely limp. Aaralon now gazed at his instructor as she struggled to remove the large vine that was still deeply embedded in her womanhood. To say the least Aaralon was more then a little aroused at the site of the beautifully endowed illusionist as she struggled to pull free the intruder. She groaned and grunted in pleasure and pain as the vine slipped inch by inch free of her moist, clinging folds, until finally with a soft pop and a moan the tentacle like phallus slid free. Without further energy Camila lay on the ground panting.
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