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- [MALE]
- Screeching in triumph, the demon holds your defeated form aloft and begins to shake you. “Oh, my little meat...” Holli coos dangerously. “Was I not clear enough before? You exist to worship me. If you won’t give your mind to me, I’ll have your body, instead.” A floral tendril descends from her upper branches, slipping into your mouth and beginning to drool a nectar down your throat. Forced to drink or drown, you gulp unhappily, feeling increasingly light-headed with each swallow.
- She strips off your goo armor haphazardly, rending and shredding with vicious tugs and leaving deep lines where the clasps bite into your sexy, orange and black striped skin before parting. Each of your cocks exposed, she lowers her mouth to the mushroom-like tip and engulfs you. Holli’s tongue plays over your slit and she looks up at you for just a moment to be sure you’re watching.
- Once she’s captured your attention, she smiles disarmingly around your shaft... until you feel a prick at the end. A small stem slides into your cockhole, and you freeze in panic. Holli’s eyes dance with amusement at your discomfort, and she begins to work her lips up and down the smooth shaft, giggling into it every time the insertion scrapes your inside and you flinch. It’s hardly more than a few minutes of this internal and external stimulation before your doped-up mind is at the brink of climax, and your dick twitches eagerly. Holli responds to this, halting her current plunge and watching you again.
- Your pleasure-fogged eyes goggle at her face for several minutes as your impending orgasm recedes at a glacial pace - when the demon judges you to be calmed enough, her neck ripples and extends grotesquely, and her head begins to migrate down all 30 of your prick with alarming speed, pushing the stem inside along with it. The sensation of having your entire penile flora penetrated and sucked into her hot, wet, clinging throat pushes you back toward the edge and over, and it literally becomes a race for Holli to reach bottom before your nerves fire. Her wet lips impact your crotch with a lewd splatter, but her tongue keeps going deep into your body, stopping only once it reaches your prostate. A small bulge fires down the thin stem, forcing through your slit and into the shaft to lodge in your gland. Holli’s mouth and tongue withdraw once it is in place, and she grabs your cock in her hand, masturbating you vigorously.
- It’s too much; your climax comes in a flood, and your four cantaloupe-sized nuts draw close to your body to unload. Your eyes roll as you flex and flex, but nothing comes out. As you conclude your dry orgasm, you begin to feel a pressure on your prostate.
- Holli smiles. “That’s right, my toy... water my little seed. Let it grow.” The swelling increases, and you shiver as the pressure on your prostate forces out another squirt of fluid... which also never sees the light of day. Each miniature orgasm causes the swelling to increase, which provokes yet another. As you reach the conceivable limit of what your prostate could produce, hoping desperately for a respite, you feel a pincushion’s worth of jabs in it, followed by a suffusion of fluttering warmth and growth, and then your agonizingly pleasurable squirts begin again. You can actually feel a pressure finally begin to ascend your dick, and anticipate the release coming. Closer and closer it creeps, right up to the tip, until what must be the first drop is peeking out. You look down, and Holli’s eyes join yours, to behold... a small green nub. She smiles, leans down, and gingerly kisses it; a visible vibration travels back down your body and your prostate feels like it’s overheating. The sprout explodes from the end of your sinuous tentacle-cock, a fleshy tentacle that lashes in the air, swaying your shaft wildly and drooling your cum from an open slit in its end. More buds can be felt inside now, migrating the other direction into your quartette of cantaloupe-sized testicles, entangling and infiltrating them, filling them with the same warmth, then pressing out against your sack. Your stomach turns as the sprouts push their way through, crawling from your crotch down the outside of your feathered legs to root in the dry earth. The shoots thicken into fibrous roots, forming a trunk that supports you and pushes you closer to Holli and lower to the ground, until your writhing, tentacle-tipped prick is lined up with her pussy flower and within her easy reach.
- “Foolish little meat,” the demon smiles down at you, “I am Mareth. There is a part of me in everything born in this land. And now, in you as well.” Your tendril reaches for Holli’s nethers at her unspoken command, dragging your slithering vine-prick into her wet, lush depths as she wraps her arms around you...
- [NEXT]
- The young, brown-haired woman steps from the swirling portal, and the vortex collapses behind her. Casting her eyes around the blasted, cracked landscape, she’s surprised by the presence of two trees a short distance away, apparently healthy despite the lack of water and clouds of dust. At first leery, she changes her mind when she cautiously edges closer and sees the huge, juicy fruits hanging from the branches of the leftmost tree. Deciding that it would be wise to gather and use what she can find before dipping into her reserve, the brown-haired girl begins walking toward the strange trees.
- As she approaches, the outer barks of both trees part smoothly, exposing humanoid figures. One, a voluptuous, green, horned beauty, steps down from the fruiting tree and stretches her arms toward the girl-next-door in greeting.
- “Hello! You must be the new Champion! I am Hollicynthea, a dryad in service of this land’s goddess, Marae. I have taken root here to provide support for those who are forced to travel through the portal, that they may establish a foothold to better resist the demons. Though admittedly, I could use your help in securing my orchard, I will still aid you however I can.”
- The brown-haired girl regards the dryad calmly. “How can you help me? Moreso, how could I begin to help you?”
- Holli gestures to the second tree, whose figure has remained silent. A masculine shape, it bearsa bundle of monstrously thick, mixed cocks, standing erect and hard as iron; the brown-haired girl blushes and looks away.
- “Be not shy, Champion,” the dryad teases. “My companion holds the answer to both of your questions.” She reaches up to the silent figure’s boughs, snapping off a strong branch and causing the tree to shake as if in pain. The dryad draws the branch through her hand, and the wood straightens as the young twigs and leaves shift and congregate near the tip. “Take this. I have imbued it with a bit of my magic, and you may tap it to a plant to cause it to fruit or give up its nectar should you require sustenance. I also notice that you are woefully unarmed; it will make a fair bludgeon until you can find something better.”
- The brown-haired girl graciously accepts the offered staff, and Holli continues. “As to how you can help us... do not think me forward, but we could best be served by energy. If you would lend some of your vigor to us, it would help us remain strong.”
- “And how am I to do that?” the newest Champion counters.
- The dryad gestures once again to her companion’s wriggling bunch of towering, mixed cocks, causing the brown-haired girl’s mouth to hang open a little. “I can think of few better ways to demonstrate your vitality,” Holli coos. “Do not feel indebted to us, but if you would share of yourself, we would be grateful. And, in truth, is it not a hint of longing I see in your eyes? Come, join with him for a while and clear your head.” As the dryad speaks, the silent figure’s twisting tentacle-prick shudders and begins to shrink, dwindling to a size that would fit him prospective lover.
- The brown-haired girl wavers a bit more, but then appears to come to a decision. Quietly unfastening her clothing, she bares herself, revealing a pair of C-cup breasts, a slender waist with wide hips, and a healthy handful of backside.
- “Ahh, you have nothing to be ashamed of, my pet,” the dryad murmurs. She extends a hand to the new Champion, then pulls her closer to the figure in the tree. Several branches bend down from the canopy, forming a crude seat behind the brown-haired girl; as she sits nervously upon it, they draw her groin closer to the throbbing rod.
- “I’m not sure...” the girl begins. With a grin, Holli cuts her off by pushing her makeshift swing forward, impaling the Champion’s pussy on the penile flora. “Ahh!” she shrieks, as the branches begin to sway of their own accord in time with their master’s pleasure. A small trickle of blood seeps through the leaves, dripping onto the ground.
- “Oh, Marae! A maiden chooses to share her purity with humble dryads!” Holli coos. “Your hymen is torn, robbing you of your virginity, but we must make this first time memorable!” The brown-haired girl can answer only with panting and wide eyes as Holli’s clitoris swells and elongates, growing into an erect, green penis capped with sepals. As they open to reveal the plant-woman’s new glans, she steps up to the young Champion’s back and caresses her breasts from behind. “Sweet young hero, accept my thanks for your offering, and be filled with the land’s blessing.”
- “N-no... ah!” the brown-haired girl yelps as Holli’s shaft slides into her precum-slicked pussy on the next return swing. Gibbering and drooling, the deflowered maiden is rocked back and forth with both dicks stretching her hole, rubbing in opposite directions as she swings; when one pulls out, the other slides further in. The girl shudders and locks up as her first orgasm hits, but in spite of her sensitized nerves and cries for respite, the branches continue to sway between her lovers.
- By the time the girl reaches her third orgasm, her partners are tense and near the breaking point; with an shudder and a stilling of the shaking branches, the silent one opens his mouth in mute ecstasy and ejaculates, spraying the girl’s stomach and tits with waste seed from his unused manhood and filling the Champion’s pussy with so much semen it cascades from her stretched hole as Holli continues to pump.
- The dryad herself soon gives a cry and pushes her tits into the brown-haired girl’s back as her climax comes. A bulge ascends the green shaft, disappearing into the beat-up cunt of the Champion, and a trickle of golden sap leaks back down Holli’s cock. Pulling free, the dryad wipes her member off and folds it back into its bud; it shrinks and dwindles until nothing is left but her clitoris. The silent one’s branches lower the girl to the ground, his always-erect pricks drooling aftershocks onto her breasts.
- “Thank you, Champion,” Holli prompts, and the girl’s eyes snap open. “The first time of a virgin is priceless; I could not help but partake. Your gift of vitality is accepted. Take as much of our fruit as you like, and go with our blessing.”
- Dazed, the brown-haired girl struggles to her feet, wobbling from the pounding her pelvis took. “Uh... you’re welcome. Happy to help resist the demons in... any way I can.” The silent figure’s girthy, smooth shaft twitches and pushes out one last drop of semen, and the girl looks at the shaft wistfully. Shaking her head to break up her daydream, she dresses herself, picks up the staff, and collects several of the fruits, then makes her way into the world, disappearing into the ever-present red dust.
- “Simple-minded fool,” Holli spits at the distant, retreating back of the newest Champion, stroking the erect shaft of her partner. “I’m eager to see where and when she will take root. Though, I wonder if your seed will impregnate her before mine can absorb it all?”
- GAME OVER
- *****************************************************
- [FEMALE]
- Screeching in triumph, the demon holds your defeated form aloft and begins to shake you. “Oh, my little meat...” Holli coos dangerously. “Was I not clear enough before? You exist to worship me. If you won’t give your mind to me, I’ll have your body, instead.” A floral tendril descends from her upper branches, slipping into your mouth and beginning to drool a nectar down your throat. Forced to drink or drown, you gulp unhappily, feeling increasingly light-headed with each swallow.
- She pulls impatiently at your goo armor, ripping the fastenings and tearing it off of you to expose your crotch. With a caress between your legs, she murmurs, “Oh, my pet, we are going to plant something beautiful in this little furrow of yours.” Raising you above her head, the demon buries her face in your virgin, moist snatch, penetrating it with her wet, flexible tongue.
- You peal in surprise at the sudden insertion but Holli does not relent or dally, pushing past the sensitive entrance and deep into your pussy, butting up against the cervix with a twinge. Fretting, you look down at the demon, who meets your gaze with a diabolical smile. A push and a pinch and her tongue slips past the gateway to your womb, tensing your body involuntarily.
- Holli hums happily as her tongue reaches deep into your body. Abruptly, you feel a small bulge pass through your entrance, and a moment later the demon’s tongue withdraws. Your curiosity mounts as she unbends and draws up to eye level - what was that bulge? She offers no answer, instead kissing you on the lips gingerly and pushing your hair away from your face. “Now for the fun part.”
- Something slips between your thighs and noses at your virgin, moist twat. A phallic tendril, unnoticed by you as the demon was probing you with her tongue, slips into place, pressing insistently for admittance. Muddled and slack-muscled from the her nectar, you can do nothing to keep it out; it threads its way between your well-lubricated labia with a soft, smooth scrape, forcing a sigh from your mouth.
- Holli smiles wanly at your body’s betrayal, thrusting the tentacle in time with your wanton gasps. Within minutes, her face pinches and your cunt is flooded with thick, liquid pressure. The tentacle withdraws, triggering one last flush as it brushes by your labia, trailing hot, sticky sap. Your expression must reveal something of your disappointment at its exit, because the demon takes your face in her hands and brings it closer to hers.
- “Oh, my little toy... did you think us finished already?” From the corner of your eye, you see another tendril drop into place as she speaks, followed by five more. Against your better judgment, your eyes and mouth widen into an anticipatory smile, and then a moan as the next of Holli’s rough-skinned arboreal cocks forces into your dripping cunt.
- This tentacle climaxes before you do as well, ejaculating a fresh load of the hot goo into your packed pussy and making you feel full. Holli gives a short sigh and slumps against you as it pours forth, pressing her soft breasts to yourchest. The demon looks up, breathing heavily. “Don’t worry, lover. When your time comes, you will as well.” She holds you, looking into your eyes with her own eerie black portals, apparently waiting for something; as your heaving body calms down, she strokes your moderately long, silver feather-hair. Increasingly able to focus your thoughts on something other than the pleasure of being thrust into, awareness creeps in on you. The wet, yielding pressure of Holli’s ejaculate is receding as it oozes from your spread-open cunt, but in its wake, it’s leaving a lesser, solid sensation.
- Your musings are interrupted as another rough tentacle is jammed into your virgin, moist muff, filling your mind with pleasure and chasing out reason. The green demon thrusts to orgasm again, and once again, bringing you maddeningly close to your limit but always depositing a fresh load of goo and withdrawing the spent tentacle for another bout of holding you still before you can peak. Through Holli’s unwelcome pauses and the sap of the fourth and fifth tentacles, the sensation from your cunt continues to change; by the entry of the sixth, it feels as though the walls have thickened and are gripping onto the shaft of Holli’s appendage, every inch as sensitive as your bitch-button and entrance used to be and wracking your body. The demon bites her lower lip and this tendril climaxes as well; as it slides out, it feels as though the walls of your pussy are sliding out with it. With a pop, something comes free, and you look down to see a bud of fleshy, vibrant red petals unfurling from your entrance. Eyes glittering with excitement, Holli releases one of your hands from her grasp, and you automatically reach down to touch the flora emerging from your sex. The simplest stroke sends near-orgasmic convulsions up the inside of your pussy and to the base of your spine, and the flower drools lubricant.
- “What a pretty blossom you have become, my pet.” The demon traces your new petals with the tip of her last tendril, destroying your muscle control and making you helpless in her grip. Pressing herself to you, Holli slides the tendril in slowly, dragging it across the inside of your florid pussy, which constricts to perfectly fit the intruder and causes your eyes to roll back in your head as every tight inch of your new, sensitized vagina is stimulated. In just two thrusts you’re at your peak, and the demon squeezes you to her chest as she speaks. “As promised, your time is now.”
- Holli’s lips dart to yours, locking you up in a kiss that carries pulses of slippery nectar and demonic energy through your throat and torso and down to your groin to meet the ones rising from her spurting cock-tendril. As your body shudders in your devastating, long-wished-for orgasm, the pressure in the back of your vagina swells painfully and expands, racing along your walls toward your entrance. When the sensations reach daylight, Holli pulls away and numerous long tendrils of your own snake from the gaps between your cunt and the slippery-sticky petals growing out of it, winding down your legs and up your torso, digging into the soil and tracing a lattice of slender, criss-crossing ivy over your chest that hangs just far enough over your nipples that a stiff breeze will drag it into them, then continuing over your back and up your neck. The tendrils thicken and multiply, occluding your forearms and lower legs in a casing of young bark and leaf buds, and Holli’s own release you as yours take over the duty of holding you in place to receive whatever pleasure she forces upon you. You’re left in a salacious pose when the growth subsides, suspended several feet off the ground with your arms held over your head, your back arched in a memorial of your incredible orgasm, your thighs spread wide open, and your nectar-drooling flower-sex exposed with your miniature clit bobbing in a state of permanent semi-arousal.
- The young sapling encasing you bends toward Holli with a gesture from the demon, and she leans over you. “Sweet little toy... you never had a chance. I am Mareth. There is a part of me in everything of this world. Now, in you as well.” The verdant woman smiles darkly as vines cover your eyes, blinding you. As something begins nosing up to your pussy, she whispers, “It won’t be lonely, though...”
- [NEXT]
- The weedy-looking young man steps out of the swirling, violet pool of the portal. As the flickering shadows of its chaotic light recede, the lush glade that greets him is reminiscent of Ingnam’s wilderness... apart from the nude bodies woven into the trees, bearing sundry and random erect animal cocks, voluptuous racks, wet pussies, and patches of smooth, trembling flesh - occasionally a tree will present all four. A tent begins to form in his comfortable pants as he surveys the lewd greenery for a means to proceed.
- “Welcome to Mareth, Champion,” calls a voice behind the youth. He turns around, blushing with shame and arousal. A gorgeous green face with dark eyes and curved horns regards him from the shadow beside the now-empty portal frame. As she steps toward the young man, her own nudity is revealed in her swaying breasts and bare muff. The bulge in his pants grows even as he assumes an amateurish boxing stance.
- “I-identify yourself!” he calls, stuttering. “Friend or foe?”
- “Oh, please put your hands down,” the woman answers. “I do not wish to challenge you, hero, but to aid you. You are in the Glade of the Dryads, put here by the goddess of this land, Marae, to give succor to those brought through the portal. I am Hollicynthea, her daughter.”
- “That’s... well, it does explain the people in the trees. Why are they all nude, though?”
- Holli glances down at his erect penis, now drooling a small spot of precum through his pants, and raises a smooth green eyebrow. “Do tailors often make clothes to order for the trees in your village?” The young man blushes again, and lowers his hand in front of his cock to block the dryad’s gaze. “Set your questions aside,” she continues. “I offer you equipment and provisions for your journey, as a gift from my mother. No payment is required, though if you wish to express your gratitude, we can certainly accept it.” She glances pointedly at his concealed groin again, then approaches the two largest trees in the glade.
- The left tree lacks the nude resident of its fellows, though it appears older and thicker than any of the others, while the branches of the right one are bent low with juicy-looking fruit. The figure in the right tree is contorted into a lewd pose, its chest crisscrossed with a mesh of fine vines, its legs elevated and spread apart to display a a wet, drooling cunt that practically begs to be filled. Though its eyes are covered, the figure’s mouth works constantly, biting and licking its lips as if beset by otherworldly amounts of lust. Holli beckons the youth toward this tree.
- As he approaches, the dryad reaches up to the canopy and pulls down a fruit-bearing branch; it snaps smoothly and the nude figure shudders, sending a tremor through the vines. Plucking the fruit from its stem, Holli throws it to the young man. “Eat that,” she commands. As he looks over the fruit suspiciously and bites into it, the dryad places the broken end of the branch between her thighs and begins to draw it through, producing a smooth, straight staff glistening with her secretions. Cock throbbing against his pants, the youth watches her show and chews distractedly as the twigs and leaves shift into a cluster that sticks out behind Holli’s heart-shaped ass. Withdrawing the new staff, Holli passes it to him, smiling knowingly as he touches her pussy-wettened hand and his cock spurts another glob of precum through its fabric prison.
- “If you find yourself hungry or thirsty, place the leafy end on the nearest plant to cause it to fruit or give up its nectar. It is imbued with the energy of my mother, the goddess. It should be quite resilient and able to serve as a weapon until you find something better. You may also take as much fruit as you can carry.”
- The young man handles the staff reverently. “I don’t... I don’t know how to thank you for all this.”
- “I told you before, did I not?” Holli retorts. “We already know how you may thank us. Share with us your vitality and help our kind to flourish.” With a coy smile, the dryad reaches over to her lewd companion, spreading the labia and exposing the eager, clenching hole inside.
- “O-oh man, seriously?” the young man moans. “I mean... I gratefully extend my thanks.” Nearly ripping off his clothing in a comical, awkward dance, he exposes his lean frame and rock-hard, dripping cock. He steps up to the tree and lines up with the dripping hole, then leans in, pushing his cockhead past the entrance with a small 'ssllp' noise. The silent, blind figure opens her mouth in surprise, then closes it in a shy smile as her branches bend lower around her lover in imitation of an embrace.
- “She likes you,” Holli says quietly, from behind the young man. “Feel free to play with her body, if you wish. It will please her.”
- The budding romantic, already thrusting eagerly, leans down and kisses the !Unknown multi-word tag ""!'s smooth chest, causing her to arch her back in pleasure. His hand slides to the tiny button above her wet fuck-hole; collecting some of the frothing lube from their wet sex, he smears it over the little button and then begins to trace up and down the underside with a finger. “Does that feel good?” he asks, upping the pace of his thrusts. As if in reply, the woman in the tree arches her back and her virgin, moist fuck-hole clamps down on his tool.
- A gush of female orgasm pours from her pussy, and her mouth opens wide in pleasure. The tree branches surrounding the young man seem to close in, pushing him toward her. Getting the message, he leans in and kisses his lover; her tongue probes his mouth with abandon as her body shakes out its fit and her virgin snatch wrings his prick. Pushed past his limit by her lewd display, the young man groans, shudders, and begins to unload his pent-up cargo. Falling on top of his partner’s slick chest, he goes limp and slack-jawed as his dick squirts, filling her vagina.
- “Ah... ah, sorry!” he says, coming back to his senses and withdrawing his dick with a wet sound. “I forgot to pull out!”
- “Don’t worry about it,” Holli replies, passing her hand over the silent woman's stomach. “In fact, she seems to have enjoyed it so much that she would have me bestow a blessing on you.”
- Kneeling before the young man, Holli takes his wet, half-limp cock in one hand and quickly slurps it into her mouth, right to the base. He moans, and the dryad smiles as her tongue narrows, threading down his urethra, and then bulges to deposit something.
- “Ow,” he says, as she pulls away. “What was that?”
- “A seed of my mother’s power. Many creatures in this land will try to overcome you by attacking your lusts, and this seed will absorb your excess ardor and keep you safe.”
- “Oh, wow!” the young man exclaims, gathering his clothes, staff, and some clean fruit. “You guys are amazing... thank you so much for everything. When I beat the demons, I will be sure to come back here again!” With a wave, he sets off through the trees.
- Holli watches him until he’s out of sight. “When something seems too good to be true... it probably is. Stupid imbecile.” She turns to the figure in the tree, who is frowning deeply. “Oh my... I was just lying before, but do you actually like him? Well, you’ll meet him again - when he sprouts and joins with Marae’s roots. In the meanwhile, I’m eager to see what the child of a pure human man and a once-human dryad like you will be. I wonder if its tree will be more interesting than those of the imp- and beast-spawns you’ve given birth to already?”
- Game over, man! Game over!
- *******************************************
- [GENDERLESS]
- Screeching in triumph, the demon holds your defeated form aloft and begins to shake you. “Oh, my little meat...” Holli coos dangerously. “Was I not clear enough before? You exist to worship me. If you won’t give your mind to me, I’ll have your body, instead.” A floral tendril descends from her upper branches, slipping into your mouth and beginning to drool a nectar down your throat. Forced to drink or drown, you gulp unhappily, feeling increasingly light-headed with each swallow.
- She pulls your goo armor free without care, breaking the fastenings in her haste. A raised eyebrow meets your bare crotch, but Holli doesn’t pause for long. “My simple little toy... if it were so easy to keep out the corruption of this land, the demons would be overthrown tomorrow.” Revising her plans, the demon turns you around and slides a finger between your asscheeks, bending close. With some difficulty, she forces it into your pucker. “I think we’ll just use this as our inroads, instead. It may be slow going, but the journey is half the fun.”
- Holli’s eyes darken in concentration behind you, and you shudder and squirm as you feel her appendage swell and distort inside your ass. The demon’s fingertips pull apart, forcing your asshole wide open, and her hand begins to elongate, pushing the width of her palm deeper into your bud. Your loose backdoor is now a little loose. After an agonizing minute of intimate stimulation and expansion, Holli’s face contorts to a grimace and veins begin to protrude on her arm. A small bulge swells in her chest, briefly pushing her breasts into you before passing through her shoulder. Down her arm it glides, pausing at her wrist as it meets the fear-inspired resistance of your backdoor, then disappearing into your backside with a painful push. She sighs as the bulge slides the last few inches to the end of her hand, and your lower body is flooded with warmth.
- “My gift to you,” the demon murmurs, pulling herself free. As she extracts it, you can see over your shoulder that her hand is stretched to twice its former length and oozes a viscous fluid from a slit in the palm that matches the one drooling from your abused rectum. The mangled hand slowly shifts back to a recognizable shape, but another bulge begins to form on Holli’s mons.
- “Ah... ah-ahhh!” she moans, as her body quivers and pushes out the growth. “H-here you are, my toy - I’ve made the perfect key to unlock your body.” Your jaw hits your collarbone as Holli angles the florid head of a long, narrow penis into your field of view. Judging by how far it comes up her chest, it’s almost a foot and half long, and it’s drooling sticky sap all over your back. With a twisted smile, the demon pushes it along your spine until it reaches your nice toned derriere, then shoves it toward the hole. The sap oozing from her member coats your passage,
- “O-oh, my little toy, be excited,” she pants. “I’m about to give you your purpose in this woh-world!” With a shriek from the demon, Holli’s shaft erupts and fills you with another wave of liquid warmth. As she rests, panting, on your back, your ass itches with arousal; your own unreached orgasm hangs out of reach, maddening you. Your demon lover pulls her rapidly-deflating tool from your backside, and your once-tight pucker reflexively squeezes shut as best it can, trapping all but a few trickles of Holli’s deposit inside you. The freshly-grown shaft between Holli’s legs begins to shrivel, withering and browning like a cut flower. With an expression of mild disdain, she pulls it from her body and casts it aside, where it crumbles to pieces.
- The fluids in your gut begin to mingle, sending a disquieting pinprick sensation through the skin. Panic intensifies as the sensation quickly focuses on your crotch, and when the tendrils holding you push you away from the demon’s tree, your curiosity gets the better of you. You look over your shoulder again, trying to see what’s happening. As you strain to watch, you feel hundreds of tiny, sharp pinches and small vines begin to creep from your body, just below your ass. The vines merge and thread into thick trunks as they get closer to the ground, pushing deep into the dirt and mooring you to the spot. Arousal builds in you as they join the web of roots linking the demon Marae and Holli, as does a swelling at your crotch. Another cluster of thin vines push free from your groin, growing upward in a lattice and lashing your arms into place, folded atop your chest. They continue past your face, reaching over your head to form a canopy similar to Holli’s own. Struggle as you may, when they’re done growing you’re left unable to budge and locked in a rather artful pose, head turned over your shoulder with your fair butt thrust out and your legs concealed below your buttcheeks by a thick tree trunk.
- “Lovely,” Holli admires. “You’ll make for a fine ambiance.” The demon sticks one finger into your still-drooling asshole, stroking the inside of the ring and fanning the flame of your magic-driven lust. “I may even consent to use you for release occasionally... if I can’t find someone more interesting to have a tryst with!” With a cruel laugh, she pulls out of you and retreats into her tree, leaving you staring at her bark, smouldering with desire and helpless to indulge it.
- [NEXT]
- The tall, fit traveler steps through the portal, and its swirling colors dissolve to empty air behind him. The blasted red landscape that welcomes him does so grudgingly, filling his face with a cloud of blown dust that sets him to coughing and sputtering. Peering through a teary squint, the man looks around for a place that might provide some shelter from the wind and allow him to get his bearings, and a pair of scraggly trees nearby would seem to fill the bill.
- As he draws closer, though, it becomes evident that he’s not the only one with the idea: two figures are already leaning on the trees. Both nude, one is a gorgeous woman, albeit green-skinned and with horns, while the other appears to be orange and black striped-colored and wrapping its body around the tree in a way that makes determining its sex impossible. No... it’s not wrapping around the tree, but embedded in it up to the hips!
- “Ho, stranger!” the green-skinned woman calls out. “Come under our trees and shelter from this awful dust storm for a bit!”
- The traveler nods warily and steps under the broad canopy. “Who are you two? What’s with Stumpy here?”
- The green woman laughs. “We are dryads, put here by Marae, goddess of the land.” As if to reinforce her words, the branches in the canopy bend down, blocking out the dirty red wind. “I am Hollicynthea, her first daughter. I have matured enough to leave my tree and walk about... and 'Stumpy' has not. And yourself?”
- The stranger thinks for a moment, then replies. “Got lost in the jungle and found by villagers from somewhere called Ingnam. Had no skills except wilderness survival and nobody at home to go back to, so I agreed to become their 'Champion' and go through the portal.”
- “Ah, is that so? We have been waiting for you. My mother bade us provide the new Champion with supplies and her blessing. As you can see, it’s been a bit of a dry period; we have no fruit to give. But if you’ll allow me...” Holli reaches up to the canopy overhead, pulling down one of the branches from her companion’s tree. It snaps off with a splintering crack, and the mute figure shivers as the stranger winces. The dryad draws the branch through her hand, causing bark and wood to shift and straighten, evening out. The twigs and leaves gather into a cluster at the end, and Holli jams the finished stick into a crack in the red ground. “Take that with you when you go. It has my mother’s magic in it, and you may tap its end to a plant and cause it to fruit or give up nectar.”
- “And the blessing?” asks the stranger.
- “Mmm...” Holli lowers her eyes and smiles shyly. “That’s yours as well if you want it, but the giving is a bit more personal. Would you... lie with me? Here, in the shade of my tree? Your shared vitality and energy will also help us to recover from the drought.”
- The stranger nods slowly. “What about your buddy?”
- Holli begins undressing her prospective lover. “Aras is a bit of a weird one. It has no sex we could use. Customarily, we can choose whether we want to manifest as male, female, or both... Aras chose to be neither, and turned its back on the whole affair of sexual interplay - symbolically and literally.”
- “How principled,” the traveler mumbles, shedding the last of his clothing. “It must get bored often.”
- “Indeed it does,” Holli agrees. “But when you make a choice, you accept the consequences. Is that not so?” The dryad pulls the traveler onto her body, then begins to moan as he caresses her breasts and enters her; the eyes of her mute sentinel follow the lovers to the ground and a blush of lust colors its sexy, orange and black striped skin...
- Game over, man! Game over!
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