"Oh... Oh my! You really... Ah!... have been waiting for this," she said as he fondled and sucked her breasts. One hand pressed his head slightly more firmly against that orb while the other went down to stroke his root; while she didn't know if that would actually affect things, it was certainly unlikely to hurt.

The enthusiasm he'd noticed was a combination of several factors. Part of it was simply because she had promised, of course, but there was more to it than that. There was certainly gratitude for his help, which had been more than she'd expected, and some of it was just to erase the worst memories of the tentacled thing. Deep down, there was also the subconscious realization that this was probably as close to a relationship with a man as she'd have until after she graduated. While she had a budding relationship with Bria, and encounters with the other Tramps were starting to convince her that she was bisexual, she definitely had urges both ways.

He nodded withing reason murmuring as he sucked on that full breast. She had always felt good, good and soft and so he delighted in the experience. Indeed she had shown her eagerness at this and he was not going to stop her.

His root may have felt unusual in that it was not a throbbing warm mass of flesh. It was neither hot nor cold, the same temperature as the rest of his body though not being a warm blooded creature that wasn't too surprising. In fact she had been unaware if he actually had any blood though that root felt the delight of her fingers moving against it.

He used it to feed though it was surprising sensitive to the touch, perhaps it was designed that way deliberately. Perhaps it was deemed that if the act was pleasurable to him that he give in to the cravings quicker though that was not the case so far.

All these sensations were knew though and Birch had not made sense out of them all. While he did allow her to take the lead here he did reach between her thighs covering her sex and rubbing against it. Discovering that human females enjoyed it long ago a thumb traced over her clit lightly as he continued to suck on her tit between lashes of his tongue over the hard bud that he found in his mouth.

"Oh... Aah... Oh, yes!" she moaned as he stroked her clit. She began to gradually increase the speed she rubbed his root, knowing that he got some pleasure from it even if he didn't exactly get normal erections. Her other hand traced down his back, following the contours of his treelike body.

Soon enough, the attention to her sex became more than she could bear. "Mmmmm... Ah... Take me!" she cried, spreading her legs and starting to guide his root to her waiting sex.

He groaned at the movements of her hands though his had the same effects. As he suckled that breast he broke away when hearing her words and feeling her guide him forth. The suction of that tip eagerly anticipating the juices that he was about to lap up.

Moving his hands to her hips he lifted her partly up. Her legs where still in the water but half way up her shin. She had opened up for him nicely and Birch wasted little time in stepping forth between them.

“Gladly,” he answered as guided to that sacred treasure there was little need to be too forceful as he allowed gravity to do most of the work for him though there was an upward push as well as that full root took her.

The suction began as he attempted to draw in what nutrients he needed as his mouth folded over her other breast this time, his tongue tracking along that nipple slowly between strong sucks as he peeked up at her as he continued, that root eagerly moving within her like a live wire now.

She gasped as his root penetrated her, its length easily sliding into her wet passage. Almost immediately, it began the suction it used to take in the fluids he needed, even though they were in short supply at the moment. She quickly began to slide along its length as it writhed inside her, aiming to give him what he both wanted and needed without too much delay. Soon enough, as the root found her most sensitive spots, she could feel a climax building up inside her.

This was what he remembered. She felt so good around him, sliding along that root of his as he worked it inside her. He heard the sounds of their joining bodies and the slosh of the water that he had been standing in.

There were no plants around, at least not major ones so he had to do all this one his own. His mouth leaving on breast in favor of the other.

His hands adjusted on her hips then journeyed to her ass to get a better hold of her as he kept her lifted upward complimenting her with deep groans against her breast, the sound being muffled against her. Whenever he took a break from suckling against that impressive orb his tongue dashed around and even over the erect nipple.

He was not the only one feeling good though. He could hear it in her build up. This only spurned him on faster though he noted the scarcity of her own juices. The nutrients were there and he fired forth a glob of enzyme ensuring that she was lubricated well enough. While this was suctioned up as well it only would have him fire off again as necessary. That was one plus with his control. He could essentially rupture at will and from pleasure it seemed. In either case though it did not seem to diminish his stamina, after all this act served to restore it though he never took more than he needed.

“You need not hold back,” he told her, his root moving quicker within her to the familiar parts of her body that showed promise before.

Each shot of his enzyme elicited a small gasp from her as she grew closer to a climax. Soon enough (almost immediately after he told her that she didn't need to hold back, in fact), she cried out in ecstasy and locked her legs around him as his ministrations pushed her over the top, her juices soaking his root almost as fast as he could suck them in. The timing was coincidental; while she'd have to pace herself somewhat to avoid exhaustion, that was for between orgasms. Right now, she simply rode out her climax, awash in waves of pleasure.

A groan punctuated by more release of that enzyme as her legs locked around him. He like that, especially since it made him feel as if he had been wanted there. That root of his stilled with her though and he released her breast.

Birch held her ass in his hands granting it a squeeze before leaning in further to trickle his tongue against her neck. When he got to her shoulders though he bestowed small kisses there. He drank up her juices in silence for a moment before drawing away from her shoulder to gaze at the red head.

Hair the color of tree leaves in Autumn. When he looked to her he spoke. “Let me know when you are ready to continue.” He then looked toward a nearby though he had waited for the signal before he would even walk with her the short distance deeming that the more she recovered the better off he was as that correlated to longer moments of pleasure. Of course it had not been his intention in utterly exhausting her but he knew there were more juices to collect.

She remained where she was as her climax died down, hands gripping his shoulders and legs around his waist. His kisses elicited a soft purr of pleasure even as she considered the state of her body. As she'd hoped, the combination of time, rest, and his enzyme had worked to mostly deal with her soreness; while she wouldn't be up for any marathon sessions or hard-and-fast pounding for a while, she was more than okay for anything she'd want to do.

As she got her breath back, he told her to let him know when she was ready to continue. She followed his gaze to what was likely to be the site of their next round. "Well, as long as you don't rush things, I should be ready by the time you get over there."

He nodded at the acceptance of that statement as she granted him the green light in a sense. He moved slowly in that direction trying to remain as still as possible though there was no preventing all those movements that he made as little as they were they came natural with all that walking.

When he got to that tree he pressed her back against it as vines snaked down from the branches. One entwined about her waist to offer additional support as the others curled about her wrists drawing her arms upward and elevating those large breasts of hers.

He went to work on one breast then the next sucking on each with his tongue sliding against her flicking over her nipples. Granting a squeeze to her ass he kept her partially removed from the tree trunk, at least her lower back to prevent her back from rubbing against the tree too roughly.

He then began moving, nice and slow, that root pulling back then pressing back inside her as it guided itself to that cherished spot within her. A fourth vine lowered from the tree now, this one circled a thigh coiling up it then bending toward her clit rubbing against it as once more he filled her to the brim nice and slow even strokes that drew groans of pleasure from him each time he pressed forth.

The simple fact that he'd waited for her to give the okay before carrying her to the tree helped to allay any discomfort she might have had with the vines; if he was willing to be cautious with the minor effects of walking while they were entwined with each other, she felt sure he'd release the vines if they made her uncomfortable. After her experience yesterday, they might have felt too similar to the tentacles if this had been her first encounter with Birch; however, he'd used similar restraints in their previous meeting.

She gasped and moaned softly in pleasure as he explored her body, both his tongue on her breasts and the vine he caused to rub her clit. Her moans became louder when his root probed her wet sex, their positions giving him almost complete control over how quickly she would be driven to her next climax. In a corner of her mind, she realized that he was one of the few she didn't mind giving so much control to, along with Bria and maybe some of the other Tramps. The bulk of her attention, however, was occupied with the pleasure she was receiving at his hands.

It had been clear that he had not sought to hurt her or even discomfort her. He had not seen anything that made him pull back on what he was doing, nothing to be concerned with as he allowed for her pleasure to guide his actions.

Feeling good within her, it had always been a comfort to be within her. Just being around her had been pleasant enough, there were few that were as interested in nature after all and she provided a genuine interest rather than just a meal or convenient snack. Not that he would have minded too much if she wasn't so inclined provided that she wasn't deliberately harming the environment he would have most likely gotten along with her unless there was something in her personality that shifted.

He had to wonder though if her appreciation of nature had made her a bit more receptive to him then if she did not possess such an interest to begin with. Birch would never know though as her excitement grew adding to his own his pace grew out of that going quicker in response.

Slowly that pace increased by comfortable increments. He did not wish to press her into that tree after all and so he maintained a hold on her rump as he filled her. Sucking up that juice and sputtering forth that enzyme.

“So good, how are you faring?” He was pulling her towards him as he pushed into her making less of an impact on her upper back though half a step back would draw her away from the tree trunk completely, his thrusts becoming upward strikes now rather then pressing into her given the lack of support.

He did not slow much in doing this transition though, only by what seemed natural seeing that less support equated to using less sped to get a good rhythm going.

Even yesterday, when he'd been in desperate need of her juices, he'd been far gentler than the other non-humans she'd encountered; now that he was fully in control of himself and able to pay attention to her needs as well as his own, she was almost floating on a cloud of pleasure. Her moans became more intense as he sped up his thrusts, her passage growing wetter around him until the root sucked up the juices.

In response to his question, she gasped out, "I'm fine... Ah! I'll let... oh... you know if... uhn... I need a... ah... a break." While her movement was limited by the vines, she began to slide her hips along his root in time with his thrusts, increasing the strength of each one slightly.

That felt good, her sweet movements against him matched his own as his root began to drink up more of her juices as she produced more juices now. It was as if he were tapping a tree for sap, at first that sap leaked out slowly like ketchup out of a bottle until a decent flow got going.

Vines entwined about those breasts squeezing them as another played over her clit promoting her to create more of that sweet essence. While he sped up those vines held her tightly though not too tightly.

Moving his mouth against her shoulders he kissed them. By the time he got to her neck though his tongue skimmed over her neck slowly climbing up it in contrast before sweeping back down that path he came.

Nice and slow as she would feel the squeeze of his fingers against her ass. Groans spilled out of her neck as he continued. He had always been one of the gentler beings on the island though he was often filling her with that enzyme sucking it up to prevent too much filling of her core. At last he stilled within her, the vines on her wrists freeing her arms though his hands brushed along her sides now as other vines coiled up beneath her ass forming a swing like structure to support her better as he played a little.

Birch would let her recover a little further before moving on that tongue of his drawing away from her.

“You taste as sweet as ever. Do you desire the top or bottom?”

Birch's actions brought her to the edge of another climax before the vines released her wrists and he asked whether she'd prefer the top or bottom. She gave a slight moan of frustration before answering, "Bottom, I guess. Not sure I'm up to being on top today." As she spoke, she put her arms around his neck and started to lean back; while she could have straddled him if she chose, she suspected that residual soreness would slow her down too much to properly repay him for his help. As she lay back, she gave a sigh in anticipation of his root starting to move again.