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… after rolling Aries into one of its deepest, most protected groves, the creature would have continued attending to her- stroking her, squeezing her, exploring her with its firm vine-like appendages. The clothes and other things have since been hoarded away somewhere else, seeing as Aries won't exactly be NEEDING clothes again. Not if the creature has its way.
It spends hours, then days, then weeks filling Aries with more juice to add to her own production and capacity, fondly listening to the sounds she makes as it does so. It's glad to know the mercenary-turned-berry seems to have accustomed to her possibly permanent state, practically perking up as daily, probing vines would descend to feel around her, squeezing against her taut ripe body, nestling inside her juicy puss and tightly between her folds and the place where a vine had fused to her, linking her to the creature.
It seems as though sometimes, the wolfess wants to growl at it, even bite the vines that stroke her ripe cheeks. But she doesn't, now settling in as a protected part of the creature's network, getting comfy and swelling larger every day.
Maybe her heartrate and warrior's spirit might spike with a fierce blush should a traveler or another mercenary stumble upon her grove- but even then they'd most likely be caught and swollen to berry proportions just like Aries. Just not as favoured or as big. And then she would settle again under the creature's care.
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