It was probably best to stay away from flowers thats effects were more obvious. Frozen flowers would involve ice magic and so forth. The precaution did little for the flowers that looked like ordinary flowers though as she found out quickly from a plain tulip.

The new information about teleportation was even harder to take in than the last. While the threads showed before the witch, electricity jolts through her thin gown and right into her swollen and exposed clit. "Aiiiee!" She cried out in slight pain and shock. Her mana sight was lost as she slumped to her knees.

Kanoe could do nothing but rest her hand on her lower belly as her insides jolt and twitch violently. Her sex was contracting hungerly as juices dribble down her inner thighs. Her precious pearl stood at full attention and throbbed between stings of pain and waves of pure rapture. A weak groan escaped the woman's lips as she just sat there for several moments.

Her hand trembled, wanting to get relief. She managed to force back the impending climax but that only left all the heat and desire blazing in her loins and belly. The dark witch finally rose onto wobbling legs, gasping with nearly every movement. Blinking slowly, she forced herself to absorb more of the mana around her and reactivated her mana sight. Slowly she half walked half stumbled to the next flowers. She almost had the key needed for the portal. Though she still had to find the portal itself as well.

Seraph watched as the lightning flower almost wiped out Kanoe's last fragments of control. In fact she only just managed to force back the climax as her three sensitive peaks were all fully erect. She, rather shakily, rose to her feet and continued along, trying to find a flower that wouldn't further arouse her. Of course in this part of the garden, and considering that she was a student and not a visiting monster, that was an impossible hope.

Seraph glanced ahead to see just what would probably catch her attention next, and was actually quite surprised to see the flower of life already active. Muffled moans came from a student. The very fact she was here was surprising ... she must have either been in the forest at night and wandered in before Kanoe had, or around the same time. Seraph did remember checking the garden when he had first summoned Kanoe, and he must have been too distracted watching her to notice this new arrival.

The path leading past the flower of life had numerous mossy weeds growing across it, more parts of the flower that had grown across the path to help entrap anyone nearby. The new student was held just off the path, the moss having almost completely engulfed her. Her hands were bound crossed over each other behind her back, and her stomach was still bare skin ... although even as Seraph watched he saw the flower growing even more. The student writhed and squirmed in her bonds, although the reason was not immediately visible. Tiny roots had grown out of the moss, and were constantly caressing the student's skin, while a much larger root had grown at her cunt, seemingly drawing it's size from the juices seeping out of there. That particular root was retracting and entering, almost as if the flower was in fact fucking the student.

To get any deeper into the garden Kanoe would have to get past the flower, and if she made one wrong step she would find herself joining the already trapped student.

As if the spell flowers and heavy amounts of mana in the air were not trouble enough, Kanoe's eyes widen at the sight of a new obstacle blocking her path. The spells were getting stronger meaning she was at least going in the right direction towards the center. But this flower seemed to have the ability to entrap students. Seems she was not only captive in this garden afterall.

It was doubtful the student would be of any help to her. But she needed to get rid of the moss and vines that seem to grow at a rapid rate. The witch's breathing was still heavy from the long exposure to this magical environment. Her nipples and clit were so swollen and erect now that they ached and throbbed with pure pleasure. She knew if she delayed any longer she would not have the will to fight this thing.

The first few words of magic gasp from her lips. The sudden surge of mana from the air itself caused her entire body to tremble. She felt supercharged with energy and strength as she continued to chant and weave the abundance of threads in the air. Flames flicker and form in her hand as she suddenly swiped her hand upwards. A small wave of fire scorched along the ground and across where the vines and moss were. If she severed the source perhaps that will be enough to pass and possibly free the student.

The wave of fire may have started small, but it quickly grew into an inferno as the over abundance of mana in the air fed into the magical fire, fuelling it. The flower of life was burnt, badly. Charred ash lay on the path it had been, and it had even been pushed a couple of feet back away from the path, only ash remained where once had been healthy plant. The trapped student was moved back, further away from the path, and remained trapped, but safe from the blast of fire.

However even as Kanoe watched the flower started to regrow at a very rapid rate. Within seconds it had reclaimed it's position off the path, and every second it spread onto the path again. It's progress growing across the path was slow, but still visible to the naked eye. This was the flower of life after all, destroying it, or stopping it from growing, was almost impossible.

However even if one could only stagger they should be able to get passed before the flower grows back over the path. Soon the flowers changed, from the bright and vibrant colours of life magic, and the various schools that drew from the same 'wind' or source, to darker colours. No matter where the flower of Life moved in the garden the flower of Death followed it. The mana in the air subtly shifted, in fact it became more 'welcoming' to Kanoe. Of course this would just mean more mana was bombarding the student ... but if she was interested in learning something new here would be the most likely place to find a spell she could learn to cast.

Luckily the heavy magic in the air made backlashes near impossible so even such a powerful spell did no damage to the witch's body. But channeling had left her entire body blazing with a wild tingling sensation. Her body was more aroused than ever. The woman's sex could not stop contracting, eager to be filled by anything at this point.

Unable to help the student, the witch continued down the path before it became blocked once more. The air suddenly felt different. The world seemed to take a darker tone as the flowers became black like death itself. Just standing near the flowers left her feeling tainted. But being a dark witch only made the taint feel good as dark mana flowed into her system. She groaned softly as her own dark desires were brought to the surface.

Shaking her head weakly, she tried to keep her mind clear. Faint day dreams and fantasies began to flow into her thoughts distracting and arousing her body further. All the dreams involved sex in some form or another whether it was being defeated then raped till she was tamed or if she was the one doing the dominating. Closing her eyes, she did not open them again until she could see the dark threads flowing in the air. She had to keep going, the portal must be nearby.

Kanoe slumped to her knees instead of kneeling as she reached for another flower. She almost had the key needed. She did not want to backtrack. The witch had no choice but experience these dark spells until she learned what she needed to escape.

Seraph smiled to himself as he watched Kanoe. Her resistance was almost gone, her body was begging for more sensations, and even her mind was starting to waver, to dream and fantasise. She had lost her senses so much that when she slumped to her knees and reached for a flower she accidently brushed against two, activating them both. One had the final piece of the key she would need to escape, the ability to visualise the end point of a teleportation.

In the case of the flower that end point was directly behind Kanoe, and two whips of shadow formed before lashing across Kanoe's back. The moment the whips first made contact a hand of darkness formed around Kanoe's entrance and a pair of long fingers slipped into her contracting sex. The fingers remained for several long seconds, twisting and squirming inside Kanoe's cunt, before the entire hand faded away. As the hand vanished so did the whips, although not before whipping Kanoe one last time as they faded into nothingness.

The witch found the final key. All her focus was on the display of strands before her as shadowy whips formed behind her. The crack was all she heard before pain lanced through her body. Kanoe arched, unaware of the second spell activating between her thighs.

"Ahhhhhnnnnn!" She groaned as fingers made of shadow plunged into her depths. Her panties did nothing to hinder the dark digits as they drill and swirl her insides. The witch could only whimper as pain and pleasure attacked her from two sides. What little of her firey will was left clinged for dear life as her hand trembled right over her lower belly. She knew if it went any lower she would not be able to stop herself.

The shadows fade leaving her there sitting on her knees. Juices flowed like a river down her trembling thighs. Her breathing was ragged to the point of near hyperventilating. Her pale skin was covered in sweat causing her body to glisten like a goddess. She was so close to climaxing. All she had to do was reach down and finish it off. But she knew it would all be over if she gave in now.

Her desperate will was no enough to stop her hands completely as the other hand began to slowly stroke and gnead a swollen mound. She moaned softly as her body trembled. She trembled for a few minutes before she could manage to actually stand back up. The world around her was just a garden to her eyes now. Her mental strength was gone, she could not achieve mana sight anymore. All that was left was the slow walk towards the very heart of the garden. Her eyes slowly begin to glaze over as the dreams and images became more and more real to her. Muscles began to tense and flex as it believed the visions of having sex and being dominated. Kanoe swayed weakly, barely able to remain on her feet as she continued her long journey.

Kanoe's mind was almost completly shattered, she was struggling to move, her body was glistening with sweat, her breathing almost sounded as if she was hyperventilating. Even while her mind dreams and fantasised about being fucked, being dominated, her body walked on dreamily. She was trying hard to reach the center of the garden ... but she probably didn't know that not only was she only about half way through the garden, the difficulty of travelling through it jumped by several magnitutes once she reached the inner circle.

Not that Seraph really expected to reach the inner circle ... after all she still had to get past the flower of death itself. While the more lethal aspect of the flower would not activate if Kanoe touched it there were other parts of it's ability. It had completly grown over the path, leaving only stepping stones for someone who wished to cross. In addition to that it had it's own mental effect, anyone near the flower would feel drawn to it ... would feel as if touching it would let them feel their wildest dreams and fantasies. The moment they touched it however their bod would become lethagic, and then the flower would follow the more sexual guidelines Seraph had placed for this part of the garden. The lethagy would make it very hard for someone to move ... and it wouldn't take long for the flower to throw Kanoe over the edge and shatter her last remnants of control.

It was almost time for the real entertainment to start ... Seraph was smiling in anticipation as he watched Kanoe stumble along.

She could feel her hot sexual juices running down her thighs. Her sex was twitching as if it were truly being pounded away by a large cock. Every breath left her lips as a moan of pleasure. She at her breaking point. The visions alone were almost enough to send her into bliss. Her hand continued to grope her chest as she continued to walk in her dream like state.

Despite her daze, the witch was at least staying on the path and not stepping off into the flowers. But her luck was going to run out as she came closer to the next large flower blocking her path. This time she had not only had no strength to clear the way, she had no will left to fight the plants power over her. Shaking her head weakly, the plants spell drew her from her dream and brought her eyes at the strange black moss and vines.

There was no fighting it, no struggle. Kanoe only knew she had to move closer to the plant. She had to touch it. Stepping on the vines, she felt her strength ebbing away as her movements became sluggish. Even as the vines and moss began to spread, the witch reached for the plant to touch it before slumping to her knees. Sitting on her knees, she could only stare at the plant as it began to envelope her body and begin its vile acts.

Seraph smiled to himself as Kanoe gave in, willingly stepping on, and even touching, the flower of death. Seraph watched as she slumped to her knees, her bare flesh touching the plant activating it fully. The lethagy would have set in, effectivly paralysing Kanoe, but without also removing her sense of touch.

At the touch of skin the flower of death fully woke up, and it's vines grew and slithered towards what had activated it. A pair of vines entwined themselves around first the finger, then the hand, and finally the arm that had activated it. As it did so more pairs of vines wrapped around each of Kanoe's legs, pulling them apart. All of this was done slowly, deliberatly. The slow creep of death, unstopable once it arrived, but slow in getting there.

Once Kanoe's legs were pulled apart two more vines formed underneath her, growing up towards her two holes. Just like the earlier vines they were not quick, but when they reached the holes and prodded against Kanoe's panties they simply continued to push. The fabric was forced inside Kanoe, at least until the vines broke through and the fabric ripped. Once that happened the two thick vines continued to push deeper into Kanoe, taking both her holes at once with no pre-amble or finesse.

The witch sat there with glazed eyes as she watched the moss and vines spread along her fingers and hand. She did not move or resist as it continued to spread down her arm as other vines began to pull her legs apart. Fully entranced in the plant's spell, it was only a matter of time before the death plant would be feeding on her juices.

"Ohhhnnn!" Her body arched as the vines pushed against her panties and pierced through. The pain throbbed in her anus as the vine pushed her tight passage wider. The other vine had a much easier time, slipping into her juicy folds with a wet slurp. But the pain came as neither vine pulled back at all. It was all one continuous push to enter deeper into her body.

Her entire body trembled as she sat there, allowing her body to ravaged by the unfeeling plant. Like the student before, she would soon be covered in the moss and her body would experience pleasure until her mind shatters. At this point none of that even registered in Kanoe's head.

Seraph gestured as the flower of death pushed slowly, but deeply, into Kanoe. Without warning, or any form of indication, suddenly the 'plant', and the student trapped inside it, were teleported into the heart of the garden. The way Kanoe was positioned she could easily see Seraph watching from a throne that seemed to be made from light, and the portal that lay just behind him. Of course if she actually had the presence of mind to notice the sudden change in scenery to a barren area surrounded by walls of light was something Seraph didn't really know.

For now Seraph simply watched as the flower of death continued to grow, moss spreading out from the vines entangling her limbs that started to slowly cover both her upper and lower body. Only her head was left uncovered, and as the moss grew 'roots' spread out over Kanoe's body, caressing and sliding over it. The vines inside Kanoe finally reached as deep as they could go. They instantly started pulling back, their speed unchanging as the thick vines slowly made their way back out. Just before they completly withdrew they shifted momentum again, setting up a pattern of fucking Kanoe slowly ... but very deeply.

The sound of moaning revealed Kanoe's arrival to the heart of the garden. With the mana being the most condensed and pure, the witch's mind was immediately bombarded with more visions from her dark magic. Eyes flutter and slowly roll back in her head, nearly overwhelming her mentally.

Kanoe had no idea how close she was to freedom. The portal was there but she was not looking at it. The moss spreads over her body. Fully entranced, she allowed the plant to do what it wished with her body. As long as she remained close to it and was touching it, she did not care what happened to her.

"Uhhhnnnn... Ohhnnn...." Her head slowly shook from side to side as countless vines stroked and massaged her body. Kanoe's body trembled as the vines finally entered her completely. Without a pause the vines began a series of long and slow thrusts into her body. Toes curl and uncurl as the plant teased her body. She was burning with desire at this point. Her pussy oozed with juices as her muscles clamped down on the invading tendrils. She wanted relief and she wanted it now.

Seraph watched Kanoe as she trembled with arousal, with desire. Seraph could see in her soul the demand for her to orgasm, for her to release. But the flower of Death changed it's pace for one being, and one being alone. Seraph could command it, could order it. No other being could influence it, and without that influence it remained true to it's nature. Death was slow and resolute, and so unless Seraph told it otherwise that was how it's flower fucked anyone caught in it. Kanoe was no different.

By the time Seraph rose from his throne and walked forward to stand in front of Kanoe, his bubble of mana unnoticed as the air here was already heavily saturated with mana, all of Kanoe save the head had been entrapped and covered in the flower. Roots squeezed and kneaded her breasts and more flicked and gripped her nipples. Her entire body was massaged at once, although Seraph did direct the flower to not stimulate her clit. After all, Seraph did not want Kanoe orgasming unless he specifically allowed it.

Seraph stood in front of Kanoe, his erect cock clearly visible and within reach of her mouth if she moved her neck forward a bit. Can you hear me Kanoe? Because if you can't than you won't learn what you will have to do for the flower to give you the release your body craves.

Her entire body was writhing as pleasure rolled in waves constantly crashing against her already crumpling will. Drool trickles from the corners of her moaning lips. The witch desperately tried to buck her hips, trying to impale herself faster on the invading vines. But being fully impaled on both orifices made it near impossible to move her hips.

Kanoe's eyes cross as she saw the large piece of meat before her face. Heated breaths caress over the tip as she pants and groans like a wanton whore. She was slowly registering who was before her. "O-Oh.. Oh god..." she whimpered. The witch was much too weak to fight this monster.

Her eyes could not look away from the monsters meat. Already visions of it pounding her in every hole in her body was filling her mind. She unconciously licked her lips before she began to groan once more. The constant pinching and stroking of her massive mammaries have caused them to pulse rapidly. A light grip of her nipples all it took to start her flow of nectar dribbling from her engorged teats. She knew she was defeated and she knew she would not care soon enough.