You've dealt with mages before, and know that the key to them is to not let them get any painful fireballs off. As the party passes you, your tendrils spring out, swatting the other two away as you drag the mage, screaming her lungs out, away from safety. You retreat into the thickness of the forest, where the her friends cannot follow, and size up your prize. Her black mageweave does a pitiful job of hiding her lovely breasts and firm round ass, and your tendrils tighten in anticipation. This only furthers her weeping, as she realizes what her fate is.
