What kind of powerful sorceress would she be if she fell for the first trap encountered, twice? Yet, the tingling never ceased as she kept taking deep breaths of tainted air. The vines were tightly intertwined, rubbing against her as she pushed through. It wouldn't have bothered her any other time. Now though, her mind kept drifting. The tingling grew to an almost unbearable distraction.
She kept finding herself lingering as she straddled or rubbed against a vine. Wishing it would press back against her. Rowena gulped, biting her lip as her face flushed in embarrassment. The firm plant against her quim awakened cravings she'd always pushed away.
Okay the vines didn't awaken those feelings. The strange mist women had the pleasure of doing that. She risked a glance backwards, heart racing.
