I am already weaker it's been a long while since I have eaten. Thus, I need you, Meredith. He responded, matter of factly. He answered as she grew wetter, her legs closing about his hand doesn't do anything to stop him from moving his finger over her.

For him it had not been about the rape for the sake of it, it was a means of harvesting something that he needed and he needed this perhaps more than she would realize. But he was slow for two reasons. The prime one being that he wanted her wetter than she was now to make harvesting easier, the next was more for her understanding. He wasn't maliciously raping her for the sake of it but because he had little choice in the matter. Whether or not she could fully process that was another matter entirely though.

Without you I would wither and die. I have not yet hit the withering stage but it is not far off. He moved his hand from her breast and set her down upon the ground before him. She was a small girl, even so his hands grasped her hips as the foliage retracted from her lips.

Remove the rest of your clothing, unless you would see them ruined, I will spare you the shame in wandering back to the campus stark naked.

She actually remained silent for a few moments as she listened, the only noise coming from her mouth being her slowly more off-kilter breathing. She wasn't really so much trying to prevent him from "harvesting", really. The main thing she was worried about was being seen like this. She's one of those types of girls that, had she ever been given the chance to have sex with a boy, would probably insist that they do it with either most of their clothes on, or with all the lights off.

Which is why his next words didn't help with her embarrassment level at all. Of course, she was glad to be placed back onto the ground, since her arms were starting to kill her, but... did she really have to remove everything? Then again, she wasn't entirely sure as to how he would do this "harvesting" process, and she really did prefer to come out of this with her clothes in tact...

She took a deep breath and opened her eyes, her gaze wavering slightly, but... actually on the creature, giving him a blushing nod. Her eyes were still a little red from tears, but there was an odd sort of acceptance in them. "I...I understand." And then, the gaze was lowered once more as she awkwardly removed her glasses, setting them next to her bag.

She then lifted the shirt up above her stomach, sliding over her head, revealing her simple white bra, her nipples already starting to poke their way through. As she set the shirt aside with the rest of her things, she then started to reach behind her to try and remove her bra, looking towards the ground. It came loose perhaps a little easier than she had expected; Perhaps her hands were trembling less than she'd thought. She slid the straps down her shoulders and down her arms, revealing her breasts. They're speckled, much like the rest of her body, but the nipples themselves were rather pretty shade of pink, the slightly-bigger-than-average areolas around them a similar, but lighter shade. Once her bra is with her other things, she turned back around, gulping.

"O...O-Okay. I'm... I'm ready," she informs him as her hands seem to move on their own, trying to cover herself up. She's clearly much less ready than her body wants her to be. Those nerves are going to be a problem.

He watched her comply with the removal of the rest of her clothes and glasses. She had even told him that she was ready for this, so accepting of what was going to happen he could not help but grin as he cast his eyes upon her.

One hand swept up from her hip, seizing an arm and gently pulling it aside to reveal one of her breasts. He gazed at it, then bent down, licking it with his tongue which resembled some sort of root in appearance though it had been moist saturated in the juices in his mouth.

Perfect …

He cooed as he coaxed her down upon her back. He followed her down to the ground, resting upon his knees, his other hand left her hip coaxing her legs apart.

My savior … I will be gentle with you sapling ...

Merideth couldn't prevent the small whimper from escaping her as he pulled her arm aside and gazed upon her. Before she could look to the side, though, she saw what she could only guess was his tongue slip out and start to tease her nipple. She breathed in sharply, eyes wide in fear, but also in curiosity.

It looks like a root, but... it's wet? How... how incredibly fascinating!

Yet despite her nervousness, and despite her nerdy intrigue-- or, perhaps, a little bit because of it-- she felt herself rather enjoying it. Though her breasts themselves were not the biggest in the world, they did appear to be rather sensitive. The creature's tongue quickly appeared to coax her nipple to further hardness, and Merideth found her breathing becoming a little heavier.

She blushed further at his comment, beginning with a barely-audible, "...I'm not that--" but cutting off and trailing away at the end as she slowly goes down on her back, briefly looking back up at him with those nervous, dark-honey-colored eyes of hers. She felt her nerves start to build back up as he joined her on the ground, and she suddenly found it hard to move as she began to realize what was happening. His promises of being gentle seemed to soothe her somewhat, so slowly and very, very hesitantly, she started to spread her legs for him. Hints of "nectar" glistened from her tiny pink slit, hard to see in the dimmed light of the forest.

She didn't say anything more, just closing her eyes and trembling as she waited for the inevitable.

When water is given to a parched man in the desert it is the finest thing he has every drunk in his life. You are that glass of water my dear. He assured her as her legs parted opened. He doubted that he had to restrain her, she wouldn't get far if she had tried to run and even now she had to fight him off and scramble to her feet.

Birch delighted in the first sheen of her liquid catching upon those silken walls, the aroma in the air, thick and arousing. He had no nose in the conventional fashion but had she of asked he most certainly could appease that nerdy inquisitive side of hers.

Birch bent down, letting him tongue sweep against her pink slit, tasting her essence against that root-like appendage. It wriggled inside her just barely, the enzymes there serving as a drug, not surprising as some plants could be beneficial.

The enzymes that coated her now dulled pain, and he licked against those walls eagerly. He brought his hand up rubbing against her clit. His “skin” was a rough bark like texture though with the enzyme flowing through her now and the gentleness he used the touch felt quiet pleasant as it brushed against her.

So lovely, Meredith. I am surprised that you have never chosen to do this before. And back he went, between her thighs, licking at her as he shallowly pierced the folds of her body.

Merideth was actually caught a bit by surprise, not quite expecting to feel the same tongue that pleasured her nipple to be lapping at her folds. She let out a short, surprised little squeak as the root-like tongue briefly teased her entrance, causing her nectar to flow a little more freely. It was slightly uncomfortable at first, seeing how she wasn't used to accepting anything within her tunnel, but she quickly seems to relax, any signs of pain starting to fade away. In the back of her mind, she does find it rather interesting that the enzymes seemed to dull her pain, yet, at the same time, they don't effect her pleasure at all.

And there is a great deal of pleasure she's experiencing right now.

Her breathing becomes harsher than before, the occasional whimper escaping her barely-opened lips. though it was clearly not a whimper of pain, or even of fear (well, perhaps a little fear.) She was starting to really enjoy herself. As his hand found her clit once more, she lifted her hips towards it for a moment, a quiet moan escaping her. Though she'd found his touch rough before, she found it to be much more pleasurable now.

"N...No one's... ever... ever wanted t-- AH!" Her voice sounded just a tiny bit restrained at first, though the moan that she trailed off into made it clear how much she was starting to enjoy herself. It was clear from both this and the copious amount of nectar flowing onto and around his tongue that, at this rate, it wouldn't be too long before she gave in and allowed the pleasure to completely overtake her senses.

Really, sapling? He looked up her body as if that statement surprised him though he was not human and thus did not know what criteria that they used to gauge attractiveness. To Birch so didn't appear beautiful nor ugly. Any time you wish to be harvested you can come to me.

His hands reached up to her unbound breasts as his fingers closed around them. His head bowed letting his tongue push a little deeper inside her using care to stop before he robbed her of her maiden head.

Her nectar was making her body ripe for the taking, almost to that point now to be harvested. He licked against her though as his fingers squeezed her breasts as his thumbs twirled around her nipples working at those erect points to keep her on edge. Vines snaking out now at his command brushing against that clit as it twirled in counter clock wise spirals. He was eager for that nectar, near ravenous and yet he haed himself in check simply because she was so compliant, that and he said that he would be gentle with her.

"I... I don't know if... if I... sho--oo...oooh..." Her nervousness had started to melt from her facial expression as he caressed her bare breasts with his rough hands, both of her nipples beginning to harden to their fullest and stand out proudly on her chest. As his tongue slid in just a little bit deeper, she lets out another moan, hips starting to lift up further to allow him better access as her back starts to arch.

She's right on the edge now, the lustful sounds escaping her mouth starting to go higher and higher, to a fevered pitch. "I... ah... I think I'm... mmh... I'm gonna...!"If he continued to push her like this, then she would eventually let that one last tiny bit of hesitation be broken through, and a sudden gush of nectar would flow out and onto the creature's waiting tongue as she would reach her peak.

He delighted in her state of being as her resistance melted away against the touch of his fingers and the quest of his tongue. The vine rubbing over her clit made her good and ready for harvesting now as he got her ready but the flood of enzymes from his tongue flowed through her body serving to dull that pain, pain that had yet to begin, pain that he was seeking to avoid.

It had not always been the case that he was so gentle, but he was now. As long as she didn't struggle he had no need of being overly violent with her though now vines coiled about her wrists drawing her arms over her head. There was no need to restrain her for he was sure that she was going nowhere but his fingers pressed against those breasts that rode up higher on her chest.

He would continue to assail her, and while he was eager to have that nectar as his own he wanted her good and wet too before he took her fully. His tongue wriggling against her core while that vine played with her clit as he rubbed against her.

Whether you do or not it is understandable being in your position … to offer up your nectar freely is something I would not expect of you. Today was the rare exception that I left my forest so you know that you will not find me outside of it.

I have decided to make you that rare exception. I need you but it seems as if you are truly ready now … that the harvesting is about to begin.

He returned to her sex greedily lapping at the juices that her body freely offered up.

Merideth would probably have expected her arms to start to complaining once more as she was lifted back up by the vines, but to be honest, she doesn't really seem to care too much this time. Perhaps it's the enzymes making their way through her body, dulling what pain she has in her shoulders and arms. Perhaps it's the fact that she's a little busy mindlessly grinding herself into the face of a creature she had just met just a little bit ago and covering it with her warm, sticky juices. It's most likely a little bit of both.

She doesn't say anything to him, his words registering within her mind on some level, though she doesn't quite seem to know what there is to say. What is there to say after a creature that is scientifically improbable has brought you to your first orgasm that wasn't done awkwardly by your right hand?

"...Unnngh..."

...That, apparently. She's still pretty dazed from what's happened, and her nectar is practically starting to drip down her slender, freckled thighs at this point. If there was any time that she was perfectly ripe for "harvesting", this would probably be as close to that time as he's going to get.

She was moist, she was ready to receive him now and more importantly he was eager to receive her. Taking her legs he tossed them over his shoulders as a thick vine extracted from his body much like a tape measure his cock was retractable, the softer material more susceptible to damage other wise.

Lowering her down she could feel the tip of that “root” against the silken wet folds. It was much like a tube with a hole in it that sucked up the juices on the outside of her labia though he was going to tape that root into her softer body in just a moment.

His mouth fell back to a breast, swirling against the erect nipple as he lowers her down a little, the tip of him pressing against her moist folds.

Removing his mouth from her, green eyes meet her own.

You are ready now, are you prepared? Gentle. I see no need to be rough with you sapling.

You know how calm she was before, what with her being mostly-compliant, and her even starting to enjoy what this creature was doing to her?

All of a sudden, she tensed up again, just as she felt the tip of the creature's "root" brush against her slippery folds, a hint of panic starting to appear in her eyes once more. "I-I-I'msorryIdon'tknowif..." she started to stammer, just as his mouth found her nipple again. She sucked in a breath as she tried to focus on the pleasant sensations that it caused, focusing on the tingling sensation that seemed to travel from her nipple straight to the heated juncture between her thighs. She bit her lower lip, trying to calm herself down, even as she felt him press a tiny bit further, the tip now firmly placed at her virgin entrance. This... this wasn't just about her. He... he needed this to survive, right? And even if she started trying to get out of it now... she somehow doubted that he was going to be able to respect her wishes.

Very, very briefly, her eyes flickered to his green ones nervously, then look back down to where they're soon connected. She swallowed a bit, nervous tears starting to gather in her eyes again as she took a deep breath. And very slightly, barely to the point where he would be able to see it, her head would give the slightest nod, this being the only sign of her supposed readiness.

He waits patiently, this close to the junction between her thighs it's tougher for him to stave off but he waits upon her. It was like giving that parched man in the desert just a sip of water when you had an entire pitcher at your disposal. He was getting a little taste of what the sapling had to offer his parched body but he needed more of this nectar.

Even so is hands reach up to the water she wasted rubbing the tears away though catching her nod that she had been indeed ready.

I need you, Meredith, he repeated to her. Then as his hands returned to her chest, rubbing those orbs and pressing them together. Thank you ... He commented as if she had chosen this. In a way she was afraid but could have approached this differently. She made this easier on both of them as he lower her down experimentally just a bare portion of him pressing inside her folds as if seeing how she reacted thus far. The harvesting began as he began sucking her juices up with that tube like cock that was slowly making it's way into her soft folds.

Despite her nervousness, she was still, on some level, thankful for the incredible care that he was taking to ensure that this didn't hurt. Someday, she would most likely look back at this and be thankful that her virginity had been taken in this manner.

...Given, it would probably be after countless other monsters had stretched her holes to the point of no return, but hey. Memories, right?

Merideth closed her eyes and leaned into his hands a little more as he caressed her, her tight opening beginning to slowly stretch around the tip, reluctantly accepting it. She let out a tiny bit of the breath she was holding in, her body still tight and tense. Though she most likely should have expected it, it... didn't hurt nearly as much as she had thought it would. Then again, he hadn't even reached the hymen yet.

Sure enough, though, as he continued to lower her further onto his "root", it would eventually touch that barrier. She tensed again, realizing what has happening and mentally preparing herself as he slowly started to push against it...

When he reaches that precious spot within her he pauses as he basks in the feel of her. More of that enzyme leaks into her, mixing with the same juices that he is gathering. He lets his hands roam against her breasts, his thumbs dancing against her nipples as he leans in, his mouth sealing to her neck allowing that moist appendage to sweep over her.

Birch could have taken her just then but waited as more of that enzyme numbed her up further. He was aware that he was in for a tasty treat, her blood mixed in with the nectar and enzyme was a rare delicacy.

He waited for a moment then lowered her on his “root” through the lowering of the veins that restrained her. Slowly he pierced her though when he was fully lodged inside her he waited, letting her get use to the sensation of something inside her, the sweet taste enriched him and almost immediately he could feel his strength returning.

After a moment his green eyes gazed at her. I am going to move now.