Peace and the tree

	Sadness that is what stalked the heart of Antimony Carver as climbed the hill towards the tree, their tree. Tears streaked her face red with embarrassing flushes to her cheeks. How could she have not seen this coming but she knew the answers to that already. Annie had never been that good with people and now it looked as if she was going to lose the only one she had ever really felt to call a friend.

		Annie stared at the bottle that she had brought with her to the tree. The people of the forest had given it to her when last the feeling of loss had entered her heart. She rolled the glass bottle around in her hand, those feelings were had been from the last time Kat had been gone and now this time those feelings were increased tenfold. She pulled the wood plug and drank deep the elixir.

	The tree grew warm aginst her back and she could feel the life surging through it just like the elixir had done with the trees in the forest. Annie reached out and grasped the trunks lowermost branch. The small branch was stubby and terminated in a smooth flat cut on its end.  Annie placed her hands on the end of the stump and channled the energies the elixir allowed. The branch became spongy almost like flesh under her careful touch, she'd been warned to keep her emotions netural during this lest the wood become, rowdy. Annie molded the wood into a thickened shaft half the length of her arm curving it slighty as to give one decent purchase. She moved her hands shaping the glans her mouth puckering in anticipation.

	The tree twitched as she finished the head, it lacked the texture of the actual thing but the trees girth would be sufficient for her needs.

	Annie removed her skirt and undergarments and kneeled down her face level with the branch's tip her bare knees digging deep into the soft soil.

	She grasped the base of the branch and worked the head of the branch with her mouth steadly moving the enchanted length in and out revelling in the sensation its flesh mimicking contenice sent across her pallete. She pushed herself further onto the branch letting the branch glands slide further in up and down her throat.

Balancing herself so as not to relent Annie placed one palm flat on the ground as she started to explore her own moist regions. Spreading her lower lips with thumb and ringfinger she plunged her middle finger deep onto her sweltering hot insides. Relentless she sucked and plunged throwing herself utterly into her own esclating passions and away from the present and those currents of emotion and return to the sea of ancient pleasure.

	Annie collapsed into a shuddering climax her mouth popping off the branch and leaving the branch coated and slick with spittle. Wobbling and short of breath she pulled herself up onto the branch and pulled herself along its warmed lengthy mass thrumming with magical life. She felt her lower lips part as she pulled herself tighter along the length grinding deep into nethermost regions.

She she let out a short as she came over the small rise and landed on the thick swollen glans of the branch. Steadily she pulled herself over the head feeling each inch of the trees grainy texture slide inside her.

Carefully she wrapped her legs around the branch and pulled herself up and down the length of wood pulsating inside her. The warmth of the wooden shaft helped chase away her concerns and doubts, she felt... at peace, she let a wry smile cross her face. "Wonder if I could get a piece of peace." Annie chuckled as she channled more magic into the branch causing it to become more erect and slam her into the trunk.

She grunted as she bound herself to the tree channeling into the branch to keep its trusting pace as she worked out a plan, plans for peace.

She willed her bark restraints to spread her legs and give the livley branch greater access to her lower regions. She giggled as the branch began to poke her bottom.

"Awww, you poor thing." She teased her animate wooden "puppet" "Would you like to play some more?" making its fluid slicked head nod vigorously splashing her with fluid like some slobbering puppy. Annie smiled as she willed the tree to extend the restraints on her legs elevating them till they we're about level with her head and giving her eager branch access to her eager clenching bottom.

She bit her bottom lip as willed the branch up into her the opposing force of her own reflex attempts to force out the obstruction helping her attain a consistent thrusting pace. She was about to reach climax again when this time she felt the tree shudder.

Annie gasped the tree bent under her, blood rushed to her head as she looked up the hill, down at the sky and someone standing in front of her.

Annie's heart raced and her face turned even redder from embarrassment rather than just the blood rushing to her head as she looked at, Paz.