DnD Sex Edition

A shambler, or shambling mound, is a plant creature that resembles a mass of vines and other vegetation, blending in with the surrounding forests or swamps. They may or may not have the necessary intelligence to see a human bard as a viable, consensual mate, but they mate by absorbing living tissues which makes the idea of consent rather moot. The shambler would be trying to engulf any would be humanoid suitors for both food and reproduction. 

Tentacles vs vines. Is there really that much of a difference, you wonder. Tentacles have a delightful suction but vines could have a spiked wheel sensation. The swamp water you’re mucking through doesn’t seem like it would be home to any tentacled creatures you might find attractive, but the long, thick vines ahead of you remind you of a certain mindflayer you slept with. The vines twitch to life even as you watch and you pause in your approach, unsure if you saw them move or if you were just fantasizing a bit too hard. You hear a loud squelching sucking sound as the entire plant-covered hill you’ve been trying to reach suddenly rises up. Vines reach out their grasping touch and you are stunned. Your very fantasy is coming to life right before your eyes and you didn’t even have to try!

You hold perfectly still as the leafy tips of the creature begin exploring your clothes. They tickle a bit as they slip under your shirt. They seem to shy away from your metal belt buckle, but you’re more than willing to undo that for this great living hunk of swamp.

Performance check to see if the PC vibes with the vines (DC 15).

On a success: You make quick work of your belt and pull out your manhood, swiftly becoming erect from the sensation of prickling plants exploring your body. A thin tendril tentatively explores your hardening cock. It begins wrapping around like a pea plant climbing a trellis at a hasted speed. The vines exploring your body become thicker, until they are the same thickness as your cock. You reach out and catch two in your hands, stroking their stiff flesh, tiny thorns embedding themselves the skin of your palms. More and more vines layer themselves, all the while, the living hillock inches towards you. You feel yourself becoming truly entangled. You try to pull back, to set some healthy boundaries, but it is too late.

Initiate combat with the Shambler getting a grapple attack as a surprise round.

On a fail: The vines lack that special something that makes tentacles tantalizing, you realize with disappointment. You begin brushing off the exploratory vines and find that some have already dug in.

Initiate combat with the Shambler getting a grapple attack as a surprise round.