<2> Nalia’s furred chest heaved as she worked to regain her composure, and her feline face turned to look at her trapped twin with a coy smirk on her lips. “Who said I was done?” she purred, picking herself up and shaking out her fur as she began to prowl around her trapped sister, as if sizing up her prey. Besana squirmed and gasped all the more as Nalia disappeared from sight. She struggled to turn her head to see her, but the vines were far too tight to allow her to move much. While the possibilities of what her sister was capable of unnerved her, she couldn’t help but feel a heated excitement flutter in her chest. “N-nooooooo,” she whined, but her excitedly swishing tail betrayed her feelings. Her intense blue eyes darted all along the trapped feline’s body, and as her twin sister’s haunches came into view, Nalia’s tongue flicked out to lick her own lips. “Well, well, well…” she purred and sauntered up dangerously close behind Besana, practically eye-fucking the delicious-looking womanhood between her legs. Much of the fur below her nethers was matted with her love nectar, and even more continued to trickle down over the pinkish skin of her womanhood. “Is someone [i]enjoying[/i] this?” “M-maybe [i]you[/i]!” Besana insisted, but as her sister’s warm breath washed over her nethers, she simply couldn’t hold back a soft mewl of delight. Her limbs flailed briefly among the vines, but all that served to do was spread her hind legs even wider. Nalia simply couldn’t resist. Her wide, coarse tongue flicked from between her feline lips to press down against her twin’s nethers, dragging it upward deliciously, so far that she even teased at the outer rim of her hidden pucker before sliding it back down again. That first lick brought forth even more of Besana’s nectar still, the familiar taste of which made Nalia moan huskily herself. Besana moaned even louder than before. She did not struggle as her sister continued with a series of slow, savoring licks, each one causing the druidess’ tail to twitch as it lifted high and curled behind her twin’s neck. No matter how much of her nectar Nalia devoured, even more seemed to take its place to perpetually wet her desirous nethers. “H-hey… no f-f-fair!” When Nalia finally pulled back, her muzzle was utterly drenched in her sister’s nectar. Besana couldn’t see it, but the rustling sounds that ensued only meant more ‘trouble’, particularly as the click of something wooden bumped around from within Nalia’s bag. The druidess began to struggle against her vines once more, desperate to see exactly what her sister was up to. That is, until Nalia let out a sharp, trilling moan of pleasure, accompanied by the salaciously slick sound of something sliding into Nalia’s soaked slit. “Nnnnnnnff… perfect fit,” Nalia cooed, giggling deviously as she sauntered back up behind her helpless twin. Another flash lit up the clearing as well, the S.E.L.F.I.E. camera acquiring another trophy of Besana’s entrapment. “Wait!” Besana protested as she suddenly felt her sister’s furred belly press down onto her back. The added warmth brought another moan from within the trapped Besana, but even if she had been free, Nalia’s larger wild shape would have been difficult to struggle beneath… not that she ever did so seriously. Besana’s head turned to look back at her sister, only to suddenly be thrown for a loop as Nalia’s muzzle mashed into hers fiercely in a passionate kiss. The larger of the twins mewled and giggled as she teased her sister’s maw open little by little with her own. Her coarse, wide tongue eagerly slid into her opened mouth, working to graze and intertwine with Besana’s tongue throughout the intimate exchange. Her own scent was thick upon her sister’s lips, and Nalia gladly regifted Besana’s tasty nectar in kind. Gentle, breathy gasps escaped the both of them, and Nalia’s furred belly slid back and forth softly, causing Besana’s fur to bristle happily in response. Little by little she worked her way forward, and finally the longer rounded head of her wooden toy began to slide itself up and down along Besana’s helpless quim. “Mmmmmph!” Besana moaned, wiggling her backside to and fro, almost as if she was [i]trying[/i] to get the toy to slip in. Try as she might, the vines were far too taut, leaving her at her twin’s complete mercy. Nalia reveled in her sister’s torture, giggling even more deviously as she slid herself forward little by little, applying gentle pressure until the resistance of Besana’s feline womanhood gave way with a slick-sounding ‘pop’. Besana cried out and moaned as she writhed even harder beneath her sister, her chest heaving as she felt the toy slowly but surely slide into her inch by thick inch. It certainly didn’t hold a candle to the real thing, but the sisters had shared many wonderful days with their trusty tool, and it was more than enough to satisfy them… at least for the time being. Nalia felt every slight shift of the toy embedded in her quim as she slid it deeper and deeper inside Besana until she could go no further. “Naliaaaaaaa…” her twin gasped between kisses and moans, her haunches trembling at the thickness that had filled her tight folds. “Yesssss?” Nalia cooed breathlessly, flicking her tongue over her sister’s nose as she held her in place. Besana squeezed her eyes shut, and with another moan she shoved her backside as hard as she could against the toy, nearly yanking it right out from inside her twin. “Q-quit teasing and fuck me already!” she cried, though she was in no position to make demands. Then again, Nalia had a hard time saying ‘no’ to her sister in some regards, and with a moan of her own she slid backwards to re-embed the toy, then drove her hips forward to hilt it once more inside her twin. “You wanna… get… fucked?” she breathed, her hindquarters drifting backwards just a few inches before plunging the toy into Besana’s nethers yet again. “Careful… what you… wish for!”