I of course denied this but it was obvious that I still wanted Evelyn. That evening we met up as planned although Evelyn was alone. She made an excuse...for her husband, stating he felt unwell and was having an early night. I was well pleased as I had never liked her dick head of a husband. Evelyn herself looked stunning in a flimsy white cotton shirt with no bra , a very short denim skirt and wedged sandals. It was clear her tits were as full and firm as when she was a teen. That being the last. The plant doesn’t stop though, and I start crying as my now tired pussy is still stretched, and my sensitive clit flicked and rubbed and twisted. I want so badly to lay down. Then, the plant starts pulling me down. The vines outside me seem to be shortening, absorbing themselves into me, and I am pulled mercilessly to the ground until my butt and cunt lay nearly flat. Then, the roots disentangle themselves from the dirt and pull themselves up into me, and shakily I can stand. He set our house on fire to kill Sven, only my brother and I were not home and escaped the flames. The fire burned in my dreams, lighting up Prince Meinard’s soldiers standing outside.“If you were free, what would you do?” Ealaín asked.Irritation flared through me, fed by my weariness. “Well, I’m not free. He killed my sister! My parents! And I have this dumb amulet, too.” I glared at her. “That’s why you’re here, right? To help me destroy this amulet? Why are you asking these questions?”“I’m. “Yeah, some fruit, if you have it.”“We have apples, oranges and bananas. I’m having an apple.”“A banana would be great,” she said.I thought I detected a hint of playfulness, but I wasn’t going to respond at this point. The conversations were so deep I thought teasing or innuendo was a really bad choice.I munched on my apple as she peeled the banana, looked me in the eye and suggestively put it in her mouth. And then bit down - hard. I winced.She laughed, “Sorry, I just needed a bit of humor..