"Uhhnn.." the vine left her body with an audible slurp. Now she only had to worry about the mana smashing into her body. She glared daggers at the angel. "That is none of your business!" she hissed. The witch did not care if the angel wanted to compare to Natsuki or not. Natsuki at least took better care of her than this even if she had paid a high price for such pampering.

She could feel her muscles still tensing. But with nothing directly stimulating her anymore, she was finally able to relax. The witch let her eyes droop. This was probably going to be the only time she would be allowed to rest so she was going to make the best of it before the monster decides to toy with her somemore.

Kanoe was indeed allowed to rest, for a while at least. The outskirts of the garden could not support a flower needing as much energy as the flower of death, and so Seraph decided to let Kanoe rest for a bit before his newly invited 'guests' arrived. As she was resting the moss grew up her neck, and soon engulfed her head. Surprisingly the patch of moss covering her mouth was full of holes, and apart from the faint taste of mana in the air did not affect Kanoe's ability to breathe.

Kanoe's sight was blocked, and so she would not see the sudden change in scenary as the flower was teleported back to it's normal place of rest. She would feel the amount of mana around her drop and the sounds of moans and screams of bliss sounded a lot closer, but otherwise she was free from stimulation. In fact the moss covering both her holes withdrew, although her legs were still held wide open. What Kanoe could not see that she was on the edge of the path, her holes sitting invitingly within reach. A reward for any thing that made it this deep.

Soon Kanoe would hear a new sound, something approaching along the path. She could not see the 'guest' as it saw her, could not see it's lustful gaze. After all it had walked through nearly two thirds of Seraph's garden, watching student's being fuckedby various plants for a full half of the time it had been in here. It wanted something it could fuck, and here that something was. The guest drew closer and closer, and the sound of gravel crunching beneath four feet grew louder and louder. In response to the sound the roots of the moss 'woke up' and started caressing all of Kanoe's skin. The only parts that were spared were her two lower holes. After all, it wouldn't do for Seraph's 'gift' to not be welcoming to his 'guests'.

It was difficult to rest as the moss suddenly grew and engulfed her in darkness. She could still breathe but now she was completely blind and had no idea what was happening around her. But still rest came as she hung limp in her bonds.

The mana pressure became less suddenly. Perhaps she was moved but she did not feel any movement around her. The lessened mana came at a price though as she heard the sounds of moaning students followed by screams of ectasy. A cool breeze suddenly welcomed her still dripping folds. What was happening? Her head moved some but it was useless as she could not see through the moss covering her sight.

She heard heavy footsteps approaching her. Were there other monsters here? This was the forest so it was not uncommon. Her entire body trembled at the thought of being fucked in this state. Blind and helpless, things could not possibly get worse.

Seraph watched on as the monster continued to approach Kanoe. He watched as the roots covering Kanoe resumed their work, caressing her body and paying particular attention to her breasts and nipples. Hundreds of gentle soft roots slid over her impressive bust, and dozens of roots would slide around and flick her nipples every second. Her cunt was still dripping from a mix of her earlier session with Seraph and the amount of mana in the air. He could guess just how much her mind was racing ... was it Seraph approaching her? Or was it something else? Earlier, while Kanoe's mind had been overwhelmed by pleasure he had discussed putting her out as a 'gift' for any monster that wandered by ... was that now the case?

The monster continued to approach Kanoe, and when it drew close it could not contain it's lust. Without a second thought, and without checking to see the state of Kanoe's holes, it plunged two cocks into the helpless' student's pussy and ass. It simply pushed it's way effortlessly past any resistance provided by Kanoe's inner walls. The monster let out a part roar part hiss of pleasure at the sensation, and settled into a rather fast and brutal rhythm as it pulled back and plunged deep into Kanoe.

Muffled groans sound from the plant bound woman. Countless roots had returned to stroking and kneading the firm flesh of her swollen tits. Her nipples pulsed and grew even harder and more erect as the tiny roots flicked and pinched her sensitive peaks. "Uhhnnn.. Ugh.." she grunts as she felt hot blood throbbing in the engorged nubs. They stuck out like tiny thumbs, exposing more of the darkened flesh to the plants advances.

Due to her mana soaked form and the constant teasing of her heavy mammaries, her sex was already trembling and dribbling juices. If the sight of a bound cunt to fuck was not enough to attract monsters, the sent of her juices filling the air certainly would. The witch was left in darkness as the first of possibly many predators came to claim their prize.

"Uhhhnnn!" she groans through a mouthful of moss as twin cocks plowed hard and deep into both entrances. The vines and angel fucking her before at least prepared her body for the thick trunks that were now spreading her wide open. She could feel the large cocks pulsing with need and could feel them twitch inside her tight folds, eager to fill her body with fresh spunk. Heavy grunts and moans soon filled the air as the monster sawed both cocks along her twin passages. Her belly was already quivering as butterflies melted into that familiar liquid heat that seeped into her loins and being.

The witch struggled and squirm but that only made her prey to the roots that stroked every tender area of her body. Very pump of the monsters rod dragged along her swollen clit, forcing the tender nub to grind up against more of the stroking roots. Kanoe's body was far too hypersensitive to endure this brutal attack. Blind eyes were already fluttering as her hips were soon bucking with the creature as the first of many climaxes tore through her weary body and mind.

The monster grunted in satisfaction as it felt Kanoe bucking her hips against the pair of shafts plunging into her, as it felt her inner walls clamp tight around it in orgasm. It's own thrusts grew faster, and more frantic. With the sensations of Kanoe's walls gripping two of the things cocks so tightly it could hardly control it's own lust and it slammed into the helpless witch, using her body as roughly as it could. It didn't take long before the monster couldn't hold back it's own climax, and both it's cocks pulsed as they spurted cum deep into Kanoe's holes.

When the pair of cocks finally settled down the monster moved on, eager to find out if more such delights awaited it deeper in the garden. Kanoe would get a few minutes rest before the next 'guest' arrived. Again she would hear the crunching on gravel as it approached, that slow build up. Instead of a pair of cocks this time she was filled by a half dozen smaller tentacles in each hole, each tentacle thrusting at a different pace and depth. The roots of the flower had never ceased their stimulation, although they had reduced the amount they gave so that Kanoe could not orgasm unless a monster arrived and started to fuck her. By the time Seraph's guests were finished with Kanoe she would be desperate for them, desperately listening for that sound of crunching gravel that would precede every fuck.

The monster was quickly losing control as it drilled into her body faster and faster. This was a creature seeking its own satisfaction rather than trying to tame the bound witch. It still did not limit the climaxes that were still rippling through her shuddering form but, the beast already reaching its own limit. Sensing this, Kanoe began to clinch and flex her muscles, doing all she could to bring the creature off sooner.

The end came as the creature's seed emptied into her ass and pussy. The climax sent Kanoe over the edge as well, mixing her juices with the thick load now in her womb. The beast pulled out of her with a wet slurp and the sound of footsteps began to fade off in the distance. Hearing the other moans and screams of pleasure, she was certain that other students were bound like she was.

The plant tightened its hold on her, ensuring she could not stimulate herself as she hung that waiting for the next beast to arrive. As time past, various cocks, tentacles, and tongue had entered body all with similar goals in mind. The monsters cared not for the bound woman and would soon leave after climaxing or feasting on her sexual juices. The roots kept her body primed and ready for more, giving her little actual rest before the next creature visits her. Weak groans sound with every breath the woman took, the train of monsters taking their toll on her body and mind.

Seraph watched Kanoe, simply ignoring the fact that once the monsters got past her they would generally touch something they shouldn't and end up dead. He was far more interested in watching Kanoe's torment, watching her either in orgasm from a monster or trying to writhe in arousal as the roots stimulated her and kept her on the edge. With the ammont of mana in the air, plus what mana he had spurted into her, Kanoe's body wouldn't give up. She could spend the rest of her life being fucked here and her body would always remain strong. Her mind on the other hand ... that could not draw strength from the mana around her.

When she was finished with all the 'guests' Seraph let his voice carry straight into her mind. Is there anything you want to say, or ask, Kanoe? Or do you just want to wait there in sileance until the next guest arrives? It would be interesting to see if she answered, or was even capable of answering.

The mana kept restoring her body no matter how badly she was ravaged by the monsters. Her sense of touch remained crystal clear as she hung in darkness. Every brush of the root, every stroke of a cock inside her body she could feel and feel how it sets her flesh on fire with desire and need. She knew she would not last. There was no way of knowing if the line of monsters was getting longer or shorter. For all she knew, some may be coming around for another round of her ass and womanhood.

Kanoe writhed in her bonds as she suddenly heard a voice in her head. It was probably the one voice she did not want to hear right now. Panting heavily, her body was drenched in sweat beneathe the moss and roots. She grits her teeth as she tried to get some bearings back before finally speaking one word. "B-Bastard..."

Seraph smiled at Kanoe's reply and he gestured towards the portal he was using to watch her. Kanoe, obviously, couldn't see the results of the gesture as a rather large being, it's cock almost as big as Seraph's own at the moment, formed silently behind her. It didn't breathe, and it's heart didn't beat. This was a being of mana, and as long as it had mana it would thrive and grow.

I'm glad, and impressed, you have managed to keep a clear head, despite all of my guests. Of which I'm sure you will be quite happy to hear got a little too greedy as a result of you and wandered off the path to try and take another girl from a flower. None survived doing so. So this must be the first time you have ever played a vital part in killing one of the monsers inhabiting Shokushu. Congragulations ... witch.

At the word witch the mana elemental that was waiting suddenly slammed it's cock into Kanoe's ass, her first indication that something was there in fact. It quickly set up a rythem, and whenever Kanoe crashing into orgasm she would feel her mana being sucked into the being fucking her ass. Of course that mana was almost instantly restored, a never ending cycle that would tear at the witches soul and mind. Unless Seraph decided to give her a respite she would be trapped here, having her mana constantly drained away by the rather large cock slamming into her ass.

The witch shuddered as the angel continued to speak. Her mind was clear as mud but her anger was the only thing keeping her mind from completely spiraling into oblivion once more. Perhaps if the situation was different where she was not being used as rape bait, she may have been happy about removing some monsters from the island. But she was certain that was not Seraph's intention.

The word witch felt like a bat hitting her between the eyes. Of course it was not just the word that brought this numbing sensation through her mind but rather the giant mana cock that had just teared into her ass. "You! Aiiiiieeeeeeee!" One slam instantly brought the already mana saturated witch straight into a vicious climax. The liquid heat seared right through her very soul as her entire body arched in a mixture of agony and bliss. Parts of her mind and soul were drained out of her body from the elemental's mana drain ability, ebbing away her strength, mind, and spirit all at once.

Though the mana in the air would ensure she would never reach critical levels of mana, it did not replace the mental energy that was sucked away from her along with her climax. Kanoe bucked and writhed helpless as the beast raped her without remorse. The pure mana cock soaked into her clinching passage, keeping her on edge and ready for another climax. Kanoe screams echo through the garden as the thick rod seared in and out of her tight ass. She was not one for taking it in the rear but in her hyper aroused state, anything could send her into climax at this point.

It only took a few bucks of the monster's phallus to leave her too weak to resist anymore. Five climaxes in and her mental strength was gone. Her body trembled and shuddered as wave after wave of sexual release rolled through her system followed by a wave of fatigue from the mana drain. With her mind and soul sundered, the witch began to grind back against the cock as best as she could. Kanoe was being reduced to nothing but a sex doll as her climaxes grew more and more frequent by the second.

Seraph smiled to himself as he watched Kanoe scream as orgasm after orgasm rocked through her helpless body. The combination of the roots constant caresses, her earlier fucks, and the large cock now plunging into her ass throwing her over the edge. Every time she came part of her soul was shredded and absorbed by the mana elemental, her mana, her mind and her soul all weakening. Of those three mana was the only one the elemental was actually interested in, and mana was the only one that was restored. The elemental's pace increased with each of Kanoe's climax, and so did the amount of mana being stolen by the elemental's cock.

When Kanoe started to buck her hips against the elemental Seraph smiled again and issued a mental order. In response the elemental pulled out of Kanoe's ass and held it's cock poised to plunge back in again. Good witch. At the word witch the elemental plunged back into Kanoe, only this time it was fucking her cunt. Before it had been breaking Kanoe, now it was trying to milk her for as much mana as possible. It would not come, it was not in the elemental's nature to give to someone else. This was a being that simply took and took until there was nothing left to take. But in this enviroment the mana would always return so that no matter how long it fucked the witch, no matter how much mana is sucked out of her, she would always have more.

Seraph watched as the orgasmed resumed, watched as all traces of Kanoe's soul and mind were sucked away along with her original mana stores. All she had left were the stores granted by Seraph's garden, the mana that her body continued to absorb at an exponential rate. And no matter how much Kanoe's body absorbed the elemental stole from her next climax as the hard rod slammed deep into her tight dripping cunt again and again.

"Auuuugghhhh!" her body arched as the mother of all climaxes tore through her soul as the words were spoken. The cock had invade her clinging folds and were slurping audibly in and out of her spasming form. The moss was covering her eyes so none could see the tears that were now wetting her cheeks. She had lost herself before due to overwhelming pleasure and bliss but this was different. It felt as if everything about her was being sucked away from her all at once with each climax.

Kanoe began to forget things as she came again and again. A scream echoed as she felt herself slipping further and further away. Soon it was nothing more than feelings and desires. Her mind and spirit no longer knew how or why it was here like this. Another climax gushed out of the woman, draining away her reasons to fight and to question. Her name was the last to go as the last of her mana and soul were hungerly eaten away by the mana elemental.

The student grunted and groaned as she began to buck her hips wantonly. The witch no longer knew who she was as the mana beast continued to replace her mana with Seraph's own. Her existence was now in the palm of the angel's hand.

Seraph smiled as he saw the last remnant of Kanoe's soul being sucked into the mana elemental, consumed just as easily as it did all mana. That gave him a blank slate to use, for the moment at least. Eventually Kanoe's soul would recover itself. The fact her body was still alive proved that she still had the slightest flicker of her own soul. That would slowly rebuild itself. Seraph didn't want to completely destroy Kanoe's soul, that would be too easy and would give him something no better than an elemental he could already summon. But no matter what she did her soul would have to use at least some of his mana to rebuild herself, and that gave him a way to manipulate and possibly even control her. It would also mean that she would find her magic easier to cast, and the backlash from her spells reduced. A win-win for both parties, at least that was how Seraph saw it.

At a gesture multiple things happen to the area around Kanoe. She is released from the flower of death. The mana elemental, mostly, collapses and all that is left is it's cock buried deep inside Kanoe's cunt. It remains motionless, waiting for Seraph to activate it ... either as a reward or a punishment. The final change is Kanoe herself is teleported back into the heart of the garden. Seraph remains seated in his throne as she appears in front of him, the spell changing her posture so that she appears kneeling at his feet. Seraph uses a compulsion spell to make Kanoe feel like that is a good posture, that she should be like that when in front of the being of light sitting on the throne. He is on a throne, therefore she must kneel, for that was what this was called, to him.

Who are you? Seraph asks, interested in if she can even speak or understand vocal commands. Interested if she even has a sense of self, of identity. Or if she was a completely blank husk he would have to teach everything.

Nearly an empty shell, the climaxing woman soon found herself before an angel sitting on the throne. The witch felt she knew this being but in her current state she was too weak and befuddled to know what to do. She did not notice she was kneeling before him or why but she felt no need to move. Not that moving was an option. Her body was still twitching as juices gush around the cock still inside her. The feeling of fullness remained as the rest of the mana beast was gone.

The question was a difficult one indeed for the helpless witch. Her mouth moved but no words came for several moments as if the knowledge of language was still being sifted through in the remains that was here brain. "I... I... don't... k-know.." she pronouced. There was fear in her voice as this unknowing tore at her. Part of her knew she used to be someone, but why couldn't she remember.

Juices continued to flow freely down her trembling thighs. Her entire body tingled as if the roots were still stimulating her. The afterglow was crashing hard, leaving her euphoric. Her eyes were blank as tears wet them. Who was she? Who was this man? She clutched her head as she shook it. Something was wrong but she could not remember anything. All she could remember was pleasure, heat, and bliss.