Woodborn

Rosalind was having another one of those dreams. Even though the influence from She Who Slumbers had dissipated, her resting mind couldn't seem to shake its slide into depravity. Right now she was railing a cumcow who kept switching between calling her mommy and goddess. As she felt an orgasm rise in her, the scene disappeared. She was floating, naked and still erect, in a fathomless void.

--ROSALINDFLOWER--

The scientist shuddered. "Earthmother? H-how is this possible? I'm not even in the Black Root!"

--THOUGHT ABOUT YOUR WORDS. REALIZATION THAT FLOWERS INCOMPLETE. ONLY FEMALE--

"Oh." There's something about hearing your god describe your failings that just sucked the wind out of your sails. "I thought you made us in your own image?"

The voice in the emptiness made a horrible sound. A low, jerky expulsion of wind that sounded like a dying man's final breath. Rosalind's flesh prickled and she started to sweat. Did Earthmother just laugh?

--NO. LOOK MUCH DIFFERENT--

"We don't need our own males. They're just lusty, violent idiots anyways."

--FLOWERS MUST BE PROTECTED. SENT ENVOY. THEY HAVE AWAKEN--

Rosalind awoke. She shook off sleep, only to hear the sounds of the town watch's alarms ringing frantically. She quickly got dressed, making sure to retract her cock before she clambered out the door and into the street. Florans of all walks of life had emerged, defying emergency procedures to see what was the matter. It couldn't be an attack, could it?

Then they saw it.

Slowing marching down the street was a tree. Standing roughly twenty feet tall, it was humanoid in appearance and gait. Skin was mottled bark, hands coming to roots that slithered and wiggled as if they had minds of their own. Green leaves covered him like body hair.

"Earthmother..." Rosa found herself saying, in both its function as exclamation of wonder, as well as naming the culprit. Tree men is what she made? But from what she saw, it had no external genitalia.  So how did it intend to fulfill the male role?

The tendrils on its hand snapped out, grabbing a floran who had gotten too close. They quickly stripped her of her clothes, hugging her tightly as she struggled against their grip. With her arms pinned to her sides and her legs slid apart, she could only moan as a thick tentacle entered her already slick pussy. Apparently she didn't mind tentacles Too much. The appendages fucked her, while the tree man continued to walk. She gasped as another root slithered up her rear. Doubly penetrated and unable to resist, she came hard. The tree man grunted as well, thick bulbs of liquid distending its tentacles and sliding one by one into her holes. She bloated up, stretched holes gushing the tree's fragrant seed. When it finished, the tree man laid the completely inseminated girl down on the road with gentle care. She cooed as she drifted off to sleep, cum pouring out of her in front of everyone. The tree continued its march to the World Tree, florans giving it an even wider berth.

"Oh. So that's how they do it."