<1> “Nnnh! Naliaaaaa! Where’d you goooo!?” The high pitched cries rang out through the Moonglade’s tree-laden reaches, but it did not have to travel far to reach the feline ears of her traveling companion. A half-sigh of frustration escaped the shapeshifted druidess’ maw as she turned tail and darted back through the trees, stopping short of the similar-looking feline entangled in the grasp of a series of unruly vines. Her cheetah body had been lifted just a few inches off the ground, with her front end arched higher than her back end. Vines had been thoroughly wrapped around her four ankles, and several of them even encompassed her midriff. “[i]Again[/i], Besana!?” Besana’s brilliant blue eyes looked sheepishly at her twin sister. “I’m sorry! These stupid things get caught up in my fur really easily!” “They never bother [i]my[/i] fur,” Nalia shot back, but a thin smile appeared on the cheetah’s face as she watched her sister struggle. “I suppose you want help then?” “Would you?” Besana returned desperately. Each flail of her limbs seemed to cause the vines to grow tighter, though not tight enough to cause damage to her legs. The buckles around her ankles surely helped with that. Nalia stared into her sister’s identical eyes for another moment before she decided to saunter up to her. Her nose began to twitch as she boldly pressed her face into her sister’s chest, inhaling deeply as she rubbed herself against her. She knew her sister’s scent all too well, and that distinct, intense bouquet that met her nose told her everything she needed to know. “Mmmmmnot just yet,” she purred and took a few steps back. “This time you’re just gonna have to pay the price to get freed.” “Price?” Besana chirped curiously, trying hard to swallow the excitement in her voice. Nalia’s smile widened, and a few smaller vines sprouted from the ground to handle the messenger bag slung around her furred shoulders. “Of course, you used up your get-out-of-vine-free card yesterday. This time, you owe me.” From within the bag, the wriggling vines produced a fancy-looking S.E.L.F.I.E. Camera, which was immediately turned toward the trapped Besana. “Say ‘moonwell’,” Nalia echoed smugly as the camera flashed. Besana flinched before the bright light, but any thrashing only seemed to make the vines grow tighter. “Okay, fine, you got a memento of my shame. Now can you [i]please[/i] get me out of here?” A soft giggle escaped Nalia. “You’re kidding, right? That was only the first step, ‘Sana. Let’s make this [i]memorable[/i],” Nalia teased as she tantalizingly swung her body around. Her long, thick tail swished its tuft to and fro, teasing her sister’s cheeks as she presented her rear end to the helpless druid. The well-built Nalia’s hindquarters were exceptionally toned, making her haunches lean and firm to the touch; something that Besana had grown quite fond of. A few slow steps backwards brought Nalia’s exposed quim within inches of her twin’s muzzle, allowing her torso to press against the ground as she arched her rear end upward, tantalizingly swaying her hips from side to side before her. “Well? I’m waiting…” Nalia added with a giggle, right as the camera flashed to take a second photo nearby. “R-really?” Besana feigned indignity, but she barely waited more than a few seconds before she lunged forward, completely burying her muzzle into her sister’s sensitive slit. Her prominent nether lips were pronounced enough for Besana to eagerly suckle upon them, while her wide, coarse tongue began to slowly work its way into her tight confines. Nalia hissed quietly at first, but within moments a series of soft, lustful mewls escaped her feline muzzle. Gentle, warm waves of taboo pleasure began to radiate from her sensitive quim, and she couldn’t resist backing herself into her sister’s face even harder. Her quim dripped with her eager nectar each time her sister so much as flicked her tongue, and soon enough her gripping paws released herself, causing her hindquarters to sandwich her sister’s face between them. “Deeper…!” Nalia breathed, pressing her paws against the ground and spreading her clawed fingers with delight, digging into the dirt as if to keep herself from going completely wild. As indignant as she had acted, Besana’s licking grew more and more eager as the moments passed. Soon enough her tongue was diving in and out of her sister’s sweet cunny, not unlike one’s manhood might plunge into her depths, and her wet nose had itself pressed tightly against Nalia’s taint all throughout. Even Besana dared to let out a series of mewling moans, causing her sister’s pussy to vibrate with each hum. The ever-tenacious druidess relentlessly feasted upon Nalia’s quim for what felt like an eternity over the course of several minutes. Even if she could have backed away -which she definitely, absolutely couldn’t of course, not a chance in the Shadowlands- Besana was far too enraptured in her sister’s delicious taste and scent to stop. “Haah… haaaaaaaaAAAAH…!” was all Nalia could eke out. The vines around her bag shuffled again, producing a leather-bound, oblong rod covered in small bumps and deep gouges. The toy was quickly ferried over to the moaning Nalia who opened her maw wide and bit [i]hard[/i] into the durable leather as her body began to shake. Her thick tail twitched as it suddenly curled itself around her sister’s neck, and all at once she fell into a series of uncontrollable convulsions. Her climax crashed into her body like a wave against the shoreline, and her sensitive quim erupted with a sudden burst of her nectar, flooding Besana’s waiting maw with several sharp jets of her liquid pleasure. Besana purred with delight into her sister’s quim, eagerly drinking and lapping up every last drop Nalia had to give her. Her tongue continued to plunge in and out of her sensitive slit, milking a few final jets of her love juice before the amorous cheetah collapsed before her. Besana’s tongue continued to lap over her lips and nose, overwhelmed by her sister’s scent, which in turn caused her own nethers to dribble with arousal. “Nngh… okay, you’ve had your fun,” Besana whined and squirmed in her bondage. “Can you pleeease let me down now?”