He didn't specify what would happen if he went too long between feedings, but the way he trailed off suggested to her that it wouldn't be good for him. Probably not immediately fatal, or he wouldn't know the time limit, but it still might cause irreparable damage. She debated with herself on what she should do. He was unique, and she wanted to help, but this wasn't how she'd envisioned her first time.

I could try to find someone else to help, but who'd believe me? None of the other students, that's certain. Maybe if I could find the scientists he mentioned… no, they're probably from the N.I.C.E. labs, not the school, and I don't know if I could even get there, much less how soon. That's the real problem; I don't know how long he really has. For all I know, he might have been going to get help when he decided to talk to me. If that's the case, don't I have an obligation to…? Well, maybe not; I didn't know. Even so, I have to do something, and there aren't many options.

Her mind more-or-less made up, she looked him in the eyes again. "Well, it's not what I meant when I said I loved plants…" She giggled nervously at her own joke. "But I suppose I… I could help you… this once, at least." She unfastened her jeans and then paused. "It.. it won't hurt, or damage me, or anything? I… I don't want my first time to be my… my last." She'd wait for his reply before taking them off.

He had been glad that he had waited, surprised at her reaction only because he had not had anyone offer up themselves to him before, not without a little “convincing” of course and while he was not 100% certain he could be fairly confident that she would return.

Birch had considered experimenting on himself before with experimental drugs to make an aphrodisiac. He thought that maybe if he could get a girl addicted to him in some way that she would return at least on occasion to feed that need and he his own but things had not gone as planned.

He chuckled a little noticing a bit of nervousness that covered her own joke though this continued to be sweeter … she was a virgin? The concern of being hurt had been there of course which told him that she had no experience in these matters and virgins tasted especially as sweet. He did not know why that was, if it were a mixture of blood and juices or what, the only thing that had tasted better was that magical aura, that unique feel of that Sapling Pia threw her connection with sexual magic though he had never figured out why that was.

But there was no rejection of her offer as he was planning on having her one way or another but if she did this on her own accord then Birch did not mind seeing that she would be more willing to return and by then he would have her ensnared in such acts with greater regularity. Maybe only on occasional in the beginning but more frequently as time went on, he was uncertain as to how often she would come around and would have to play that by ear.

“I have means were it won't hurt,” he assured her as he came forward, his eyes sweeping down her body as she played with the button of her jeans, his hands cupping her breasts and giving a bit of a squeeze to them.

The fruit beneath felt ripe and he assist with her shirt either fumbling a little with buttons or using vines to lift it over her head as the case may be after he studied the garment a little to see how it worked though bras always baffled him. He had learned that they unfastened at the back some how and Birch had to turn her around to see what he was doing to unhook it unless she did it first for him of course. Once that was done he'd turn her so that the Sapling was facing him again, drawing in the sight of her as he nodded a light in approval of what he had seen thus far.

At his reassurance, she slid her jeans down her legs. "That's good, I don't… Eep!" She cried out in surprise as he squeezed her breasts, their size only partly concealed by the binding she wore to de-emphasize them. Although she was uncomfortable with how aggressive he was, she didn't voice any complaint – she had volunteered to do this willingly, after all – but instead slipped off the blouse she'd worn as a light jacket. Vines slid under the lower edge of her t-shirt and began to lift it up over her head; she raised her arms to assist the maneuver.

When he turned her around and started to fumble with her sports bra, she quickly held up a hand to stop him. "I'd better do that," she said, worried that he might damage either it or the elastic bandage beneath it. The bra and bandage soon joined her other clothes in a pile, and she turned to face him again, clad only in her panties and still blushing lightly. Freed from their restraints, her breasts were at least a size larger than they'd seemed before.

He allowed her to deal with the bra and bandages, after all he did not destroy things unless it became necessary always mindful that his victims would appreciate not running about the wilderness stark naked though as she turned back around he had been blessed with the fact that her fruit had appeared much larger than he had given them credit for.

That and they felt larger too as he could not resist touch then, his touches becoming a bit softer as he fondled her a little as he paid particular attention to her there, Even as he drew his hands away from her he replaced the touch with the coiling of vines about those orbs.

Bending down, he let a moist tongue move over her nipple as it swished back and forth. A hand moving down beneath her legs rubbing slowly against her crotch, eager for this but savoring it at the same time knowing that it would not be long now.

He considers for a moment. He could take her here against a tree but that wasn't the best for a first time experience. Perhaps next time if he had encountered her again. Those vines draw away from that succulent body and Birch casts his gaze upon her before gather her clothes up through the assistance of the vegetation.

“Come, follow me. It is not far.” One hand offered out to her, the other carrying her clothes.

He leads her from the garden a short was to the river, various flowers and exotic plants line the river banking as well as a field of those flowers that she saw earlier though they were only partially opened.

“I kept something from you earlier hoping that you would be the first to actually return. Watch.” With his command of vegetation it was no effort at all for him to get the entire field to bloom as if they were beneath the light of the moon.

“It still is quite the sight under moonlight though.”

Despite his needs and his earlier haste in undressing her, he was apparently not in as much of a hurry as he'd seemed earlier, for now limiting himself to some fondling and licking before leading her elsewhere. Even if she hadn't agreed to help him, she had little choice but to follow, as he gathered up her clothes and she had no wish to return to campus naked.

His destination was a nearby river lined with even more unfamiliar plants; she began to suspect that she could spend all of her free time in the forest and barely scratch the surface of the new flora. Maybe I should've looked into what the library had about the plants here, but that would've cut into the thrill of discovery, she thought as she considered the size of the task. Then again, if Birch hadn't chanced to encounter me, I'd never have known about that flower blooming under moonlight.

His reason for leading her here was at least partly for a field of those flowers, in fact. “I kept something from you earlier hoping that you would be the first to actually return. Watch,” he said before causing all of the flowers to bloom. She had no doubt that it was actually his doing, rather than a combination of careful timing and some lying about when the flowers opened; among other things, the speed of their blooming seemed faster than it should be. She assumed that this wasn't going to be harmful to them; it seemed a bit much if he was trying to impress her otherwise. His words implied that he could do much more than this, possibly including things she might find disturbing, and she wasn't going to even try to work out the full ramifications of that just now.

“It still is quite the sight under moonlight though.”

She nodded. "That's… That's amazing," she said, referring both to the field and to his ability. "But, 'the first to actually return'? You've had similar encounters with other students, then?" That was a slightly unsettling note, although it would depend on why the others hadn't returned.

But he had noted her concern. There was no reason to lie though about such a thing, he had already told her that he had encountered others though he had not professed to the degree of his interactions with any of them.

Birch nodded at her question. “As I have mentioned most flee. Granted, it is not every day that one sees something as strange as I but that cannot be helped. I tend my garden or otherwise spend most of my time alone when Slarr is not bothering me.”

At least she would not have to worry about Slarr base of the Demon's particular fetishes, and since he had never truly known when Slarr was about this pleased him all the more.

He did set her clothes down though further fighting that rising compulsion. Various plants would hold the clothes in place so that they would not blow away any where.

Returning to her he set his hands along her arms, gazing at the swell of her breasts, wondering why some had taken pains to conceal them but all he can think of was that she thought they were disfigured in some way.

“These are lovely my dear,” a wet tongue traces over a nipple as he wiggles it back and forth a bit, his hand reaching between her thighs rubbing it back an forth against her as he attempted to stir up her desire.

He tried to maintain control here rather than fall prey to that hunger preferring to enjoy every curve of her body as his hand explored them, caressed them as he trickled his tongue against her kin. When she seemed to be responding he laid her down, his hands gracing her legs as he spread them apart, dipping down to run his tongue against her sex, a hand reached up drawing a circular pattern over her clit, attempting to coax it out of hiding.

His explanation was pretty much what she'd expected, although she realized after a moment that it led to another question. By that point, he'd put her clothes down and was ready to start on their agreement. "Sl-? Oh!" she started to ask before his tongue ran across her nipple and his hand slid between her thighs.

"Th- Thanks," she said in reply to his compliment, flushing slightly. It seemed honest and he seemed to have interest in her for more than just her body, both of which were pleasant changes from many of her past experiences; she'd been one of the first in her class to develop, and between the lewd or jealous comments and boys trying to cop a feel 'to see if they're real', she'd quickly taken to binding them so they weren't as noticeable. Perhaps she wouldn't have those problems so much here – she'd certainly noticed a few other well-endowed students already – but old habits die hard.

Birch's skilled hands and tongue soon had her gasping in pleasure as they explored every inch of her body. She offered no resistance as he lay her down, spreading her legs readily for him. "Oh! Oh, yes! That feels sooo good," she moaned as his tongue traced her sex and his fingers stimulated her clit, soon drawing the sensitive nub out and causing her to cry out in pleasure.

Questions were built up and cast aside then, there were probably always going to be questions he realized, one thing building on another though for the moment at least. Perhaps she wouldn't think about it much, or keep darker thoughts to herself and just keep things to herself seeing that this was not the same.

But he meant what he said about her breasts. Keeping them concealed like this, well that had been new to him though he had encountered all shapes and sizes . She was endowed for certain though there were a good number of girls her that had shared such a trait.

Birch thought that it was a psychological thing that she may or may not get over in time. But he was not about to gt to involved in that, not just yet when he was growing hungry.

This was different … his hunger was growing, was spiking in a way that it never had before. He was going to enjoy this and could think that the rising sensations had been sheer desire and want rather than a need to feed.

With her on her back he first circled her clit one way then the other as his tongue crept up her body. There were no larger plants here that he could use to restraint her he realized, not that he was considering holding her down but rather using a little extra stimulus.

The enzyme he produced numbed pain in the same way that a mosquito dulled an area before feasting … well it was different of course since one still felt matters they just didn't experience pain.

Whether through injecting it in his “cum” or using his saliva he could relieved that enzyme to assist with matters as he did now. She sounded as if she were enjoying herself and he was glad as the tip of his tongue pressed inside the folds of her sex. He would not go to deeply though, nowhere near her hymen for that was yet to come. For now he grew busy in delivering that enzyme to her, in getting her ready.

A hand swept down her inner thigh as he played with her clit, halting fro rubbing he began tugging it nice and slow as he drew in that unique taste.

“You taste sweet dear.”

She gasped as his tongue found its way inside her, gently probing her womanhood. Her passage was already beginning to get wet in anticipation simply from his tongue and his attention to her clit. She gave a cry of surprise as he tugged that sensitive nub, not expecting the change from the caresses he'd been giving it earlier.

"Ahhh… Mmmm… Thank you… Ooh!" she moaned in response to his compliment, not yet completely overwhelmed by the pleasure of his ministrations.

It was good that she was enjoying this though he altered from rubbing and pulling her clit tenderly as he allowed his tongue to work, that enzyme being gathered up there in her passage as he ensured that there was enough of it worked into her to do the job.

Encountering that barrier within her several times he had not attempted to advance beyond that point though he drew back for her after she was good and ready, that taste rewarding him, increasing that hunger for his mouth had not been an effective means in collecting that nectar of hers. Yes, he was looking forward to this.

Resting on his knees he drew her up onto his lap as he caressed a breast as he sucked the other briefly before gathering her attention.

“I am going to put it in now. You are ready,” she was ready five minutes ago but Birch was pressing the limits of his own hunger that built up within him, his root sweeping out of his body seeing that it was retractable and now moving between her thighs finding the petals of her sex as he knowingly rubbed her there back and forth before that root slowly drags back in search of her entrance as he begins to push the very tip against her, looking to her face as he massaged those breasts in the palms of his hands watching her reaction.

His preparations drove her into a state of heightened anticipation before he finally drew her onto his lap and stated that he was about to begin. She nodded in response to his comment, although it wasn't so much a question as a statement of fact.

Her eyes went wide as his root revealed itself, in surprise at both its size and agility. Soon enough, however, she gasped in pleasure, throwing back her head with eyes half-closed, as the root teased her sex and he continued to fondle her breasts. "Oh… Oh, yes… Do it!" she cried out as he seemed about to push into her virgin depths.

That root was so flexible too and could twist and turn at his leisure it seemed. Birch enjoyed the moment for she was only a virgin once after all, the tip of his member pressed against the heat of her passage, the tube of the tip adding a suction as he draws in the barest of her nectar as he continues to fondle those breasts.

He mouths one letting his tongue course against that nipple, his hips rising up slowly pressing inside her further as he basks in the tight sensations as he drinks.

Back and forth he barely moves inside her leaving that hymen intact then, when confident that the enzyme is doing it's job he presses in, the taste of virgin blood mixed with the nectar of her nubile body is exquisite, he groans as pleasure courses over him.

He brakes away that hymen though he lodges himself within her, watching her for any signs of pain or discomfort, their should no be but seeing that she had not put up a fight and the fact that she may very well be likely to return he does not have the intention of hurting her.

“I am going to move now,” and a hand drifts to her hip after he ensures that she is OK, he begins to move a little beneath her as he allows her to get use to the foreign feel of his body moving through her own.

She moaned in pleasure as he slowly built up towards taking her virginity. When that thrust finally came, breaking through her hymen, she threw back her head and cried out, her hands grabbing his shoulders to keep her balance. The feeling was odd, as Birch's enzyme eliminated the pain that her mind told her should be there from the tearing of that barrier. She quickly overcame the feeling, surrendering to the pleasure of the experience.

She nodded enthusiastically at his next comment, shifting in his lap to wrap her legs around him. While their positions could allow her to take more control, she had given in to his greater experience, letting him take complete control; so far, things had been enjoyable with him in charge, and she didn't see a need to take a more aggressive role if that didn't change.

He still had not worked out why he had enjoyed that taste so much, was it the mixing of the chemicals with both the virgin blood and other juices? He had never really experimented in that regard and he had only ever tasted one student as sweet, sweeter than that of a virgin based on her connection to sexual magic.

Birch essentially gave Ginger the top position here though, knowing of her inexperience here he had not expected her to take the lead here. That rich taste, so exquisite and divine washes over him then as he begins to harvest her juices as he suctions them up at a slow pace.

Lifting upward, his root squirms deeper inside her passage as he fills her completely. His enzyme coated tongue rolls over a nipple while he seizes her breast with his other hand giving it a squeeze.

Nice and slow he moves inside her for now as he allows her to get use to the alien sensation that presses into her. His hunger, like his passions are held in check, fed a slow steady stream he enjoys his meal fully rather than taring in it all at once and sating himself quickly.

He didn't think that she would mind much and may have even enjoyed the slower pace. Even so that root twists inside that extremely tight passage, barely able to move at all as he tries this approach from different angles as he shows her new things, seeing just what seems to take better.

“Thank you, Ginger,” either way he was going to take her but if she had concluded that she willing gave this to him, that he appreciated it (which he did) then what was the harm if he had benefited from this later on perhaps?

If she'd been familiar with the true nature of the island, perhaps she'd have suspected that she'd never really had a choice here. As it was, she was fully convinced that he'd have let her leave earlier if her concern for him hadn't been so high.

Even if she had been aware of his manipulations, she probably wouldn't have had any complaints right now, not with his root writhing inside her to stimulate all her most sensitive spots and his tongue playing with her nipple. As his root sucked up her juices, she was aware of the strange feeling of both thrusting and sucking at the same time pushing her to higher levels of ecstasy. She heard him thanking her, but the pleasure building up inside her was overwhelming, keeping her from replying or even fully understanding.

Eventually, no matter how much either of them tried to delay it, the stimulation was bound to send her over the top. "I… ahn… I'm… I can't… I'm gonna… aaaaaah!" It was like a dam burst within her as, with a final cry, she came, her juices soaking his root as it worked to suck them up.