He was beyond stopping. This was her punishment after all though he did not savage her as one would suspect. “You brought this upon yourself.” He teased his tongue against the other side of her neck now.

That root shot more of that enzyme inside her though trying to ease matters for her a bit. He could taste that nectar, not a virgin but close. That moisture clung to the enzyme and she would feel a suction now inside her as that moisture was sucked up along with some of that enzyme.

His body transferred that nutrients to the proper places within him. There was a brief delay as something inside him acted much like a strainer allowing the moisture to get where it was needed before he fired that enzyme into her once more to gather up more of her essence.

He had never left her completely dry though. When there wasn't much of that enzyme or moisture inside her he paused long enough for her to build it back up or infuse her with more enzymes.

One hand came away from her ass lightly cupping a breast. It was rough in texture but surprisingly gently as he tweaked the nipple. Another vine had been directed to her clit gently rubbing it back and forth as he continued to fill her slowly.

" OHH! Nnnnhhh...Ohhhh...sto... ahh! s-st-stop..."

Tiffany's hips thrashed and twisted as another vine coiled around her waist and slithered down between her legs, the tip lightly stroking back and forth against her swelling clit, sending exquisite tingles of pleasure rippling through her body as the tree man continued to punish her. The pain was lessening though as her body began to acclimate itself to the thickness of his invading member and the vine strumming over her magic button stoked the heat of her building arousal to inferno levels.

"Aahh! Hhnnhh... no-oohh!... ohhh...aahhh..."

He wouldn't need to worry about drawing away too much of her fluids at once; she was so wet now. The hot nectar of her lust flooded her tight channel, fueled by the amber liquid that coursed through her veins, amplifying her responsiveness far beyond her control...

“It will hurt less if you do not move so much,” he instructed. His one handed grip on her didn't display his overall power since the vines about her wrists were taking most of her weight. This allowed him to continue playing with her breast.

A contrast of a rough touch but delicate as he applied it muting the sensations together as he worked that orb. He found that there was no shortage of nectar, something Slarr possibly did though he filed it away to ask the devil latter as to what that was.

Rarely did he eat so well. Mostly he took what he needed when he could not resist any longer, like a vampire attempting to go without feeding. His will eroded though there were those that allowed him to gain nourishment prior to him loosing total control.

She was not one of those. Nor was he ravenous but he taught her a lessen about destroying his plants. Plants were as sentient as mammals but thought in other ways. They were more intuitive, lacking a brain.

He eased up just enough rather then harming her without reason. Feeling that the rape was good enough, in the long run he doubted that she would refrain from destroying plants but at least she wouldn't bring harm to his garden again.

Once she seemed to adjust that root of his began to squirm inside her a little seeing how she dealt with the new sensation as he continued to press inside her.

Tiffany's head thrashed side to side in desperation as the invading tendril began to twist and writhe inside her.

"Aahh! Hhunhh... oohhh... n-no! I don't want this... aahhh..."

Mentally and emotionally, she didn' t feel excited or aroused in the slightest. Pain, fear, desperation and anger filled her mind, but were muddled together into some new unfamiliar emotion by the alien elixir still coursing through her.

On a physical level however, her body had raced far ahead of her mind. His rough skin brushing over her rock hard nipple, the lashing vine strumming back and forth over her swollen clit, and the thick root wriggling deep inside her slick, wet vessel... so tight and hot... had pushed her nearly to the brink of her limits. Her inner walls spasmed hard around him, clutching his thick, thrusting shaft tightly in a rapid sequence of fluttering, sporadic convulsions. Hot nectar flooded her depths like a banquet for the tree beast.

"Unnhh! Ahh! Ahh! Oohhh... Nnnnhh! St- stahh... ahhh..."

“You are not suppose to enjoy punishment so don't expect me to stop.” Despite his words he was remarkably gentle. The texture of his touch was rougher but far from abrasive. It may have felt like sandpaper rubbing against her skin had he desired it to harm her or discomfort her further.

With the remnants of that drug in her system he capitalized on that tweaking her nipple, even bringing that vine against her clit as his root pressed into her.

“Ahhh ...” a satisfied groan. She was nice and tight and warm against him. He eagerly drank up her nectar tasting something utterly alien to him. She was not a virgin but it was soon enough after her ordeal where he absorbed some blood with that nectar and enzyme making the meal taste better then most, not outstanding yet far from mundane either.

A hand ran through her hair drawing her head back and leaning his face down closer to her ear. “You taste good. See how your body has already begun to respond to this place? My guess is that you are new here. Soon you will find this place like no other.”

Tears trickled from the corners of Tiffany's eyes as the tree demon pulled her head back by her hair, forcing her to meet his gaze as he spoke to her, his "punishment" of her continuing unabated all the while.

" Unnhh!  ...please... Hhnnh! ...no more... I can't... ahhh... can't..."

In spite of her weak protest, the tight sleeve of her body continued to flutter wildly around him, feeding her nectar to the thick, writhing root as it wriggled within her, thrashing like a wounded snake and thrusting itself deeper and deeper into her silken depths.

He had not relented. The thrusts were slower. His tongue panted down the column of her neck. Her tears had been confusing to him in a sense. He himself absorbed water and did not shed it. Sunlight, nectar and water, there was little he actually needed to sustain himself and he could go for about a week without nectar.

Continuing to rub her breast and tweak one of her nipples he kept a hand holding her golden locks and thus tipping her head back. The warmth of that tight sheath caused him to rupture, ejaculating an enzyme into her that both numbed pain and made it easier to collect the nutrients of her body, clinging to it so they were easier to suck up.

At least it had appeared that way, that he released at about the same time she did. Feasting on her juices he pulled free when they were nearly gone. The vines began to release her drawing away. By the time they had he was holding her hips, spinning her about to face him.

“Have you learned your lesson or shall I keep you a bit longer?” Unblinking eyes regarded her, his grip tight but not fierce so they may have been a chance that she could have pulled away before he managed to tighten his grip, the problem was that she would only get one attempt at it.

At last, the beast seemed sated. Both the demonic root and the vines that had been holding her up withdrew from her leaving just his hands on her hips. Tiffany's legs felt shaky and rubbery. Like Slarr, this monster too had made her cum. This time though, instead of short, and explosively powerful, it had been long and drawn out. Near the end of it , Tiffany felt like she was in a constant state of orgasm as he flooded her with his hellish fluids and then somehow seemed to absorb them back, the serpentine root grinding against the most sensitive recesses deep within her all the while. She realized she had a chance now to flee, but she was so tired... worn out beyond any fatigue she had ever felt before. At last she decided what other choice was there? Birch had not only raped her, he had whipped her first. Surely he was not capable of mercy. This was Slarr's fault... HE had brought her here in the first place. Anger and shame burned hot and red on her cheeks. The rage strengthened her a bit. As Birch lowered her to the ground, she leaned against his powerful wrists for just a second, then pushing his hands away as hard as she could, she made a break for it.

" If I live through this... I will find a way to make Slarr pay for what he's done..." she thought as she bolted.

Exhausted she took a brief break then made her move able to brake that grasp and fall back to her rump at first. Scrambling back Birch simply gazed down at her. He lacked any sort of facial expression that told her what he was thinking. Surprise? Confusion?

“Now why'd you do that?” He questioned. It should have been obvious that she would try to flee or was it the fact that he could control plants and easily thwart her from getting too far. That was if he cared to do so.

He made no such move toward her however. He watched her scramble away then run not finding it necessary to snare her back up after her welcome to her home for the next four years.