Birch rubbed against her clit, her words for release had to fall on deaf ears she would realize and while he could feel for her that didn't mean that he would just let her go.

Good, then there is no reason to prepped you more than necessary. But the smell of her moisture waived in the air indicating it was already too late. She was moist for harvesting now, he drove two fingers inside her rubbing back and forth against heated walls as his digits moved against and withing the core of her body.

She could feel those rough fingers spreading her open, sweeping inside her to promote even more of that moisture he would collect from her. His hand had to leave her breast to settle on her hand to pull it way from her covered sex to get those fingers to plunge strait into the chalice of her body but once there he released her wrist knowing that she would be hard pressed to remove him.

"No… Don't… Ahh!" she cried out as the creature's fingers penetrated her. She attempted to pull away, but the vines holding her prevented it; worse, her struggles served to increase the stimulation the thing's hand produced. She moaned as her juices soaked its hand.

She was ready. He felt the proof as her wetness smeared his questing fingers. He pulled them out of her soon after, placing them in his mouth and sucking them clean. Ah, she tasted sweet. He grinned paying no attention to Susan's protest.

Setting one hand on her shoulder he shoves her back, looking down at her as the wines keep her spread wide for him so he could see how aroused she was. He knelt between her legs, a long root extending from his body, whipping about.

There was a hole in it and the root was like a tube. He would collect the nectar that she produced which would get him by for the next few days. He crawled over her then, his tongue, coated with the same pain reducing enzyme that his root could use captured and licked a breast as he seized the other. Other vegetation moving to secure Susan's arms.

Your sweet, sapling.

She ignored the comment as she attempted to pull away from the root, avoid the vines, and hold the creature off. With only one arm free, managing any one of those things would be difficult; managing all three at once proved impossible, the vines quickly catching her arm and pulling it to the side.

"Uhn… No… Stop," she moaned as the creature began to lick her breasts. Her legs strained against the vines as she tried in vain to close them before the root could penetrate her.

He was ravenous so he was not quick to trust his way inside her. No, he promoted that warmth, that nectar from spilling from the chalice of her body. He gobbled a breast, a hand rolling over her breast as he squeezed it in his palm.

She struggle but it was futile. He made his way between her parted thights the tip of that root brushing against her clit, whipping about it in a frenzy of movement.

If you were starving and someone presented a meal to you would you not take it?

Ther root slowly slipped down the slit of her sex. He pauses as he gazes down at her then slowly plunges inside her.

Even with the… distractions… the creature's actions were causing, she saw the flaw in its attempt to justify its actions very quickly. "I didn't… ngh… 'present a… ahh… meal to you…' ooh… You chose to… ohn… try to take it… Aaah!" Even as she spoke, the thing started to slide its root into her, making it clear that it was almost certainly going to succeed in its goal, barring some unexpected event.

With such an event unlikely to happen, and even less likely not to result in another monster getting her, she concentrated on trying to resist the creature's effects on her body. Her moans alone would make it obvious just how little success she was having there, but she held on to the hope that it might give up if she could hold out for long enough.

Perhaps not to you knowledge. More like leaving a meal on the door step and ringing the door bell. Anywhere else, the beach, the mountains, the dorms … but you have so freely come to my home and I simply cannot pass up the opportunity to feed.

He cupped both her breasts, squeezing them in his hands before licking at the side of her neck again. It was already too late. Her body had reacted and even if it hadn't he would have played with her a little to see if it responded before he gave up.

But she was moist enough so that root thrust with the core of her body then, the tube sucking up the moisture as he moved it deeper inside her as it wriggled against her passage allowing a groan to slip out of his mouth.

Any retort she may have had was lost when the root thrust into her, causing her to cry out. She strained weakly against the vines, lacking the leverage to put up a proper fight.

As the root moved inside her, it caused her body to release more juices. She gasped, a hint of pleasure in her voice, as it rubbed against a particularly sensitive spot.

Birch heard her gasp, the hint more than enough to get him to return to that spot again and again as the root collected the juices that she offered up. He hit that spot deliberately now to draw more juices from her own arousal.

His hands closed over her breasts, squeezing them in his grasp as he pressed them together. His tongue sweeping over her neck as more plants creep up rubbing over her clit in a counter clock wise motion as she struggles to free herself.

Birch knows that despite this she cannot disguise the amount of pleasure that she is receiving and ultimately his own pleasure begins to peek as he drinks from her body.

I see that this is not entirely unenjoyable for you. Good.

She shook her head to try to deny his claim, unable to get out even a single word between gasps as he thrust deeper into her. Despite this, the sound of her moans and just how wet she was showed the truth of his statement. As his tongue ran along her neck, she tried to turn away, although she could only turn her head more than a fraction of an inch. Her breath was coming faster now, showing how close the creature's attentions had brought her to a climax.

Despite her denial the evidence of her rising pressure had been there, the mans, those raspy sounds unmistakeable as he pressed into her, feeling that her body was getting wetter, that she was offering up more of that nectar, whether willing or not it was there as her head turns trying t get away from that tongue as it tucked behind an ear, wiggling against it as his hands held on to her breasts giving them a squeeze with his rough hands before he pinched those nipples, rolling them back in forth softly as he had learned as some of the saplings liked that.

He consumed her nectar as best as he could as his root quested inside her, wriggling against her core. That plant still rubbed against her clit as others tightened against her wrists and ankles.

That's it. Give me more of that sweet nectar.

Susan moaned and squirmed as the creature fondled her breasts, gasping when it licked behind her ear. Despite her resistance, the thing seemed to instinctively know her weak points.

That's it. Give me more of that sweet nectar.

"Uhn… Nooo… Let go… I don't… AAAAAH!" Her back arched as she cried out, the creature's attentions having forced her to a climax.

It will all be over soon enough. I only harvest the nectar I need to survive. Unfortunately I have not developed a means of storing it efficiently and have to use the old time and true methods.

She was giving him what he needed despite her resistance. He proved to be quiet adapt at getting what he needed. Of course he had years of practice hear to as evident by his tongue slipping behind her ear.

His rough hands pressed the peaks of her breasts together as his thumbs brushed against the peaks of those nipples.

Birch groaned feeling the intensity of it all, drawing in the nectar that she freely produced now.

Pressing inside her he was delving into her hard and fast now, riding against her as he sought to bring her to that crescendo, that ultimate state of bliss though when she achieved it he thrust inside those fold even quicker, his rough body sliding against her smoother one.

Her struggles died down, lost as her body was trapped in the throes of her involuntary ecstasy. His attention to her breasts and the actions of his tongue heightened her arousal, eliciting moans of pleasure as he pistoned inside her. His thrusts served to prolong the orgasm, one climax leading into the next so that it was hard to tell when one ended and the next began. Deep inside her mind, a small part wondered if this would ever end, and if she even wanted it to.

Her struggles subsided as the throes of passion increased. He was glad about that as his root came down slamming into her sex, filling her as it collected the nectar that her body so freely offered now.

Pleasure swept over him then, his eyes always seeing given that he had no eye lids to shut this out.

Feeling that body sweeping against him and her struggles ending the plants that bound her lips retracted.

He made one long lick of her neck as rough hands pressed against her breasts squeezing against them as he pulled back, that root slipping out of her.

Looking down at her, Birch grins. So sweet mt dear. He rolled her onto her hands and knees, a portion of vegetation going back to her clit, rubbing against her clit as it seemed obvious that he was preparing to take her from behind now.