As he withdrew from her, she gasped for breath, trying to get enough energy to fight back if he did anything more to her. Even with the brief pause, she still couldn't manage to put up a struggle when he turned her over. "Uhn… Please… No more," she gasped out, pulling weakly against the vines as the plants began to rub her clit.

We are nearly finished, sapling. He answered her pleas. He wasted no time pressing back into her as she struggled with the plants that were attacking her clit, rubbing against it as that root delved into her from behind.

He filled her then, his hands skimming down the expanse of her arms eventually drawing her arms back and sweeping her hands behind her back, he used one hand to secured both wrists as he reached around her to grope a breast as he pulled her back onto her knees as that root slammed inside her then, his body clapping against her own as he did so.

His reassurance did nothing to calm her anger. She made a token attempt to pull away as he pulled her arms behind her back and thrust his root back into her, but lacked the energy to manage any real resistance. "Uhn… No… Ahh… Stop… Ung… Don't…" she moaned, her protests coming in time with his thrusts.

Despite her attempts to resist and her already tired state, she was beginning to get wet again.

She was succulent, those nourishing juices that he harvested only prolonged this issue longer for the more she produced the more he would suck up thus her pleas were essentially meaningless until he had gotten to a point where he had eaten enough.

His root quested deeper inside the chalice of her body swirling against her inner walls as he went, the hand on her breast only pressed a bit harder as he lent over and suckled her neck letting that moist enzyme covered tongue to lick against her neck between bouts of suckling.

Yes, so sweet.

He was thrusting quicker inside her, coaxed on by her own arousal, a small groan slipping from his mouth reverberating against her neck as they continued.

She gave up voicing her complaints; the creature wasn't making claims she could argue, nor was it listening to her. Each thrust of his root into her depths elicited a soft grunt from her as the motion caused her breast to rub against his hand. So far, he hadn't managed to find the sensitive spot again, but it was only a matter of time until he did.

He was determined. Although quiet young he would live for hundreds of years and thus knew patience as he explored her body, that tube sucking up whatever essence she produced hoping of course to acquire more as he patiently search out her inner most sanctuary, his root brushing up against her inner walls as it begins to bloat. Rather then sucking up her essence he fires forth a stream of his own painkillers in the form of that enzyme though his body begins to suck that down along with whatever he can of her remaining juices.

Birch groans, his fingers press into the delicate curve of her breast as his tongue swishes behind an ear. He pulses inside her as that enzyme coats her then he sucks it up in one fell swoop, small raspy noises emitting from his mouth upon doing so though the root still flails about her inner core as he does so.

She gasped in surprise as the enzyme coated the walls of her sex. As the (rather mild) pain his assault and her resistance had caused was numbed, she quickly became wetter as he thrust deeper into her.

Soon enough, he managed to find a sensitive spot, possibly the same one as before, causing her to throw back her head and cry out. Due to the lack of pain, she made even less of an effort to pull away than before.

Rewarded by more of that sweet nectar Birch finds that her resistance is slipping away. If he had only known ahead of time he would have used the enzyme first for he was not a callous being. He ate because he needed too. While such nourishment could struggle and fight it was going to happen one way or another. He preferred willing subjects but if he could not feed from those it did not matter if they but up any token resistance for he had yet to come across any that had really challenged him.

Fingers gripped both breasts as he continued to assail her from behind, her moisture adding to that which was already there as he sucked up the offered juices. He was nearly full now and shifted his attention from his nourishment to her pleasure, a thank you if you would for the treat. He sought to pleasure her now, that root quested inside her twirling against those pink inner walls.

He would be finished eating soon and he would be done with her, barring her wants for her own release he would stop soon, of course he did not expect this. His body slapped against her ass as he pressed into her again a little more forceful as his fingers tighten against her breasts, his fingers brushing against her nipples as that tongue continued to lavish her neck. He whispered into her ear then.

It's alright if you cum now sapling.

"No… I don't… not from… you things," she protested weakly, but it was clear from the way her breath came in short gasps that her body had other ideas. The more he thrust into her, the wetter she became; soon enough, she cried out in pleasure as he drove her to a second climax.

Her struggles ceased entirely as she rode out the wave of the orgasm, her body awash in involuntary pleasure. As the climax died down, she fell limp in his grasp, too exhausted to do anything right now.

He impaled her deep and hard, that root rewarded by the moisture of her body that he sucked down greedily. He relaxed against her thought he felt her release sweep over him.

Birch would see out another day, sated by the meal he just digested. He was only a bit peckish at the start though clearly now it would be another few days before he reached that state. Pushing her forward and away from her that root retracted from her core. He was finished with her, at least for now despite her resistance he had gotten what he was after all along.

The vegetation around them stopped moving, a hand caressed her back.

Thank you, sapling. Because of you I shall linger a few days longer than I would have.

She weakly tried to move away from his hand; although he was obviously finished, his caressing her like a lover was in some ways worse than his assault on her. "Uhn… Just go away… Don't want your…" She spat the word out. "Gratitude… or your… intimacy."

Her reactions were typical, what he had been used to and so they had not surprised him as he drew out of the sheath of her body. Eyes cast don upon her, that root reeling into his body as he gazed down at her.

There had been nothing further for him here. He was not callous in that he took more than he needed. He got his fill and actually listened not for her sake but because he was going to do so anyway. Stepping back he gazed at her one last time.

Regardless if she wanted it or not he was grateful though he took what he wanted and did not offer her the choice of giving it freely. He had little time for that, a courtship process was totally alien to him and took far too much time.

Thank you.

He repeated, stepping into a nearby tree and jaunting to another as he left her there.