You stumble as the ground you walk on suddenly changes, glance down as your foot starts sliding from the stuck boot. The giant trap springs shut, you have just enough time to scream before you're caught. Moisture gathers on the inside of each leaf, you can feel droplets fall onto your exposed skin.
Where the droplets land tingle, a pleasant buzz, and you suck at your lip, let out a moan as your taste buds go wild. A smell reaches you, drifts up your nose, and you sigh in response, your body reacting to the thickening musk. Nipples harden, tenting the fabric of your tank top, and a blush reddens your cheeks as your juices make trails along your thighs.
You're lost and plunge a hand down your shorts, grind your palm against a soaked mound. You strip, writhing as you cast off your clothing, and with your free hand squeeze a breast, the pleasure/pain racing to your clit.
There's barely a reaction as something slithers up your leg, you throw your head back as the skin it touches lits up with feeling. The hand fondling your pussy is moved aside, a whine escapes at the loss, before you experience a white-hot jolt of lust, the something driving deep into you.
Its motions are rhythmic, you bend your knees and take more of it. Every inch of you feels more alive than ever, wet flesh glistening in the reduced light inside the trap. A dim part of you is helplessly screaming, you know your fate, but passion has overtaken reason as you cry out in orgasm.
It is hours before the trap sucks you down, your body pulled into its buried second stomach. Most of you has melted away, just bone and deep muscle left of a once vibrant woman. The trap's leaves lower to the ground again, just waiting for the next explorer to step on it.
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