"Mnnnnyesssss...." Lacey wriggles between tongue and tendril, her hips moving to accept both of them into her as she picks up the rhythm they use. She struggles against the vines that hold her down, wanting to ride Birch's face until the orgasm she wants so much shatters her mind. It's unbelievable that anyone should be teased this far along...the tendril in her ass helps some, rubbing against that thin membrane even as the tongue works against the other side...but it's not enough! She wants to cum!

She blushes and gives a pleased moan as he murmurs his opinion on her taste, hips arching up as he pulls back, inviting him back inside. "Then don't stop..." She purrs at him, her backside still clenching against the tendril as it twirls its way slowly inside her from behind. "Ooooh..." She shivers a little at the touch of that finger against her inner lips, the texture so rough but the touch itself so gentle...it sends little shocks squirming down her spine. His want is written there clearly in the way he kneels between her legs...and Lacey is only too eager to match his wants with her own. She can't help quivering as he traces that finger slowly up and down her slit, teasing along her feminine flower with his expert touch, making her twitch a little.

"Mmmmh!" Her sex clenches over the finger as he decides to slip it within her depths. She replies by gripping that finger as though trying to suck it into her very core. His finger comes to match the pace of the vine in her ass, slowly in and slowly out. Lacey matches his rhythm once more, hips rising and falling in tandem with his finger and the vine, her eyes locked onto his, watching him as he teases her, toys with her, her lips trembling with each breath she takes. She rides his finger and his vine, and the look she gives him is only further encouragement, her cheeks flushed with need, the heat she feels throughout her body clear in her eyes. She wants him in the worst way, and she wants him to know it.

"Yesssss..." She shudders a little as his finger strikes that sweet spot within her, her moan partly in answer to his question and partly just a verbal release of the ecstasy that floods her at that touch. "Please yes....show me...give it to me....want it so much...please, Birch, give it to me..." She whimpers, begging for him, wanting everything he has to give her, only too eager to give him the sustenance he needs in return.

His finger returns to that sensitive spot, triple checking now that he got it right before that digit slid out of her. He suckled it clean then stood abruptly the vines of her legs and grasping her waist recede for the time being. Even those on her ass retreat as h stands, vines pressing against her chest as others held her arms but moved them so that they were now stretched out above her head.

Standing, Birch cast his gaze down at her. “Then again perhaps I should just leave you here for a bit … just a few hour to let those juices ripen." He was teasing her of course, that “root” coming into being, a retractable flexible member that slid into view from a knot in the wood just a shade lighter in coloration.

The slit in the “root” at the tip of that 10” root had been a bit bigger than would be found in a human. But she would experience why though he had explained. Vines lifted her legs up then took a hold of them, the vines retracting. He held her there for a moment allowing her to see that root before drawing her back so that her weight rested on her shoulders and he had her in the pile-driver position.

Once he had though he angled himself against her and she could could hear that suction already as her juices were drawn up inside that root, he groaned at the feel of tha closeness, that exquisite taste.

“How many rings have you acquired?” No that was unimportant right now, perhaps a confusing question too though one that had him curious never the less.

“Later. Tell me if it begins to be too much.” She probably wouldn't have to worry about it as he began the slow decent into that heated core groaning out as he slowly gave her about half his length, that root honing in on that point of pleasure that he had discovered thrice before.

Again his finger quests into her hot embrace, and again her sex clenches around the digit tightly as he finds that sweet spot, trying to encourage him to wiggle that finger a little, to move it back and forth, to take her higher while he explores her. And again he does none of these things, slipping his finger out of her instead, making her whimper in frustration. Empty again...aching to be filled again...toes and fingers curl against the grass in her frustrated need, her hips grinding uncontrollably, left with nothing but the tendril in her ass. Her poor cunny wants something too!

The tendrils around her ankles and thighs withdraw completely, as do the ones on her waist and her backside...only the tendrils binding her arms remain, and they shift position so her arms are now bound above her head. Her hips give a slow arch that rolls its way up her back, making her body shift and dance for him in slow motion as he stands, staring down at her. Her legs remain spread for him, her pink pussy absolutely drooling for his touch again. "Birch..." She whispers softly between panting breaths, heated beyond measure from all the teasing he's given her. Her body feels so good...so warm and tingly...she wants more of him. She wants to cum.

Green eyes go wide in panic, not wanting him to leave her there like this...not like this. It's not the fact that she's tied down out in the open that worries her; it's the thought that she'll lose her mind if she doesn't have him inside her soon. "Please no! I can't...I want it...! Please, Birch...don't go..." Whimpering and panting, almost sobbing with need, the little redhead's body arches again, her arms struggling for freedom, as though she'll chase him down and take him by force if he wanders off. She shivers as she watches his thickness, his root, slide from a knot in his body, standing proud and firm. Lacey lets out a soft little coo of pleasure at the sight of it, knowing that this is what she's been waiting for, yearning for, this entire time. It looks long and thick...certainly enough to reach into her melting core and quench her need for her.

Her lust-hazed eyes look up to his face, confusion clear on her own as he asks his question. "R...rings...?" She doesn't know what he means just now. Later, she'll likely put it together; tree ages measured by rings and such. But at this moment, in a panic that he might leave her if she doesn't give an answer promptly, she struggles with the question. "I...I have one...m...my class ring from my old high school..." She murmurs, her hips pushing up towards him as he comes closer. "B...but why do you want to kn--Ohhhhhh!" Her eyes squeeze shut as his thickness presses against her soaked netherlips, then gently begins to sink into her, pushing its way inside her gripping channel.

"Oh Goddddd....don't...don't stop...! PLEASE don't stop!" She wails to him as he enters her, his thickness spreading her cunny, stretching her so sweetly and..."OH GOD! AHHHHNNN! Y..YEEESSSS!" Her scream as that slow shaft strokes just so over her sweet spot. Between the fullness within her embrace and her body's sensitivity after being teased for so long...kept on the edge for so long...just pushing himself into her is enough to make the little redhead climax. Her legs go around Birch's hip, squeezing nearly as tightly as her twitching sex does around his root, her hips grinding towards him as she tries to pull him further in. Clearly, he needs not worry about it being too much; if Lacey's immediate orgasm and continued urgency to have him inside her are any indication, Birch won't be going to sleep hungry tonight at all.

He chuckles as she answers. Class ring? Ah, yes, jewelry. He'll explain it later, not important as he presses inside that needy body of hers. Finally she is given what she craves and he gets to dine on more of that nectar.

She cums being so wind up and he has not even gotten half way inside her, the crushing tightness against his root is only dwarfed by that succulent taste that he slurps up continuously. Vines assail her breasts tightening against them as his fingers grip her hips as he holds her at an angel as he presses forth.

Such sweet folds around him, he watches the features of her face as he hits the 6” mark, then the 7. Still nothing to deter him he presses on to 8 where he stays as his hips press against hers.

The sweet sounds of sex collide with his ears as he slides into her then just as slowly retracts though even with that slow motion the cock itself is very flexible and even with her tightness manages to caress the insides of that passage. He pulls back and though he never truly leaves her he nearly does then presses forth again into that sweet body. Again he rubs against those pleasured points making a showing of whipping that root against her there.

For several minutes he continues that slow and steady pace before pulling her up by those vines to be chest to chest with her. A vine leaves a breast as he suckles on it, more enzyme spurting inside her. It feels as if he had cum but he's ensuring that there is enough of tha drug. 9” is pressed into her then Birch explodes in an uncharacteristic burst of speed as he urgently joins their bodies thrusting away at her diligently.

Bliss washes through her body, burning through ever nerve, leaving her trembling on her back. Even as she quakes in ecstasy, Lacey tries to push down on that thickness as it enters her...but Birch refuses her again, continuing at his own pace. Even when he's taking her, he's teasing her! Her arms bound together above her, all she can do is beg him to partake of her body, stretched out for him, as though she's some kind of offering to a forest diety. His slow pace drives her crazy, makes her feel as though she'll lose her mind...and she can't get enough of it. She's never been teased with THIS much patience before; the creatures of the island all seem too eager to move into her to ply her body this way. This is something altogether new to the petite redhead.

The vines plying her perky tits only add flavor to this slow, sweet torture; they seem to share Birch's patience, moving slowly over the modest orbs, tightening in tandem with his fingers on her hips, caressing and stroking against her sensitive peaks, pushing the mounds together and gripping at her flesh. Combined with the plants stroking her sides and the root sinking into her, she's in heaven...though she has a feeling she'll be even higher still if she can just outlast Birch's slow and steady approach. Hard to do, to say the least...Lacey has plenty of patience herself, but not when she's aching with need and only getting a little of what she wants at a time!

"Mmmmhyeah....fill me...all the way inside..." Inch by slow and patient inch, the tree-man pushes himself into her tight little tunnel, stretching her folds and making her inner walls twitch and grasp at him, at the wonderful texture of that firm yet flexible rod he gives her. His hands on her hips, holding her up at an angle, make it so that each of those inches grind against her sweet spot as he moves, pushing into her heated depths and making them clamp that much tighter over him. He sends delicious waves of sensation through her, just going slowly as he does. She finds herself almost drooling at the thought of what he could do to her if he would go fast. She bites her lip, her gaze fixed at the point where his root joins with her flower, watching him sink himself into her with that agonizing patience, completely unaware of him watching her in return.

He stops his slow descent into her depths when their hips touch. Lacye purrs as her hips grind against his, urging him to move some more, to take her and make her dance and squirm for him some more. As though in reply he does move...slowly pulling himself back out, inch by inch, every bit as slow and controlled as he had been when entering her. "Aahhhww..." The sound in her throat is part moan, part whine as he continues to tease her; even while moving slowly, that root of his manages to poke and prod at her sensitive folds, grinding against all the right spots as he pulls back out, making her want him even more. She feels her sex clamping down on him, trying to hold him within her...but he's as inexorable as he is patient. "Please!" She begs him. "Please take me...go faster...make me cum again!"

But he doesn't, not yet. For what seems an eternity, he continues his slow and steady pace, pushing in and pulling out only slowly...making sure to grind hard against those sweet spots, his vines gripping her chest and teasing her peaks to keep her on edge while he teases her. For what feels like a lifetime, he gently pushes into her depths, refusing to take her any faster, any harder. Minutes that feel like years pass with Lacey locked in sensation; enough to have her gasping and panting, but not enough to bring her off. She's actually sobbing with need now as he pulls back again at that maddeningly slow pace, her sex clutching greedily at him, her body dancing for him as she tries to urge him on. "Pleeeeaaaase!" She wails, need and desire her only thoughts. "PLEASE Birch! Take me...fuck me!" She wants him so badly...wants him to bury himself into her with a vengeance.

She whimpers as he adjusts her position, pulling her up against him now, holding her perches atop the tip of his shaft easily, only slowly letting her slide down his inches once more, making her want to cry with desire. A tendril slips from her breast, and as his mouth moves in to cover that peak with its warm embrace, her back arches to meet him, offering herself to him with abandon; she's wild with lust now, only too eager to offer her body up to him to do with as he pleases. "Please..." She whispers heatedly to him. "Need it...want it so much, please..." he stops and she almost DOES cry...

Right up until he decides to hilt himself inside her, giving her the last inch with a quickness he hadn't shown before. The little redhead gasps...and the gasp turns into a shriek of joy as he pulls back and thrusts in again, fast and hard and deep, fucking the student senseless. She sways dangerously in his arms as her body arches hard. "YES yesyesyesyesyes, FUCK ME!" She wails, her greedy cunt wrapping around that shaft as it pumps into her, shattering her mind and setting her to twitching and trembling even harder than before as her second orgasm breaks over her.

The little redhead goes wild, bucking and grinding against him at his new pace, eager to meet him thrust for thrust with her body, to have him hilted inside her. She can feel his shaft gushing something into her, her sex already trying to milk him for it...his seed? Whatever it is, it makes her tingle inside, spreading further warmth throughout her body...some part at the back of her mind idly wonders if she's going to catch fire...the rest of her, however, is far more focused on the root plunging into her depths, taking her hard and deep and making her quiver and shake, her petite body bouncing against him with the force of his thrusts. "Fuck meeeee! Just like that! Don't stop! GOD, don't stop!"

Birch approaches this matter with patient lust. Fighting his own desires, that need to drill deep, to consume her juices near over takes him with their slowness. She may be the one begging but he is in need too, agonizing need though he experiments.

It does not seem to matter how good it is or seems to be. He is close to the campus only by a few routes and while some of his territory is closer to such prime real estate his gardens end to be further away to avoid discovery.

She probably won't be back, she said as much, so he seeks to give her something o remember as he keeps himself in check for as long as possible. And then when it seems as if she is on that boarder of sobbing he draws her up.

It is not his intent to leave her in need but rather build up that need, that want, her begging for something so primal and hen he gave hat to her after so long so that it felt as if she had earned this state of being. He gives it to her, hard and fast, more of that enzyme released into her to ease that friction and to ensure tha there was going to be no pain as he pushes inside those tight folds, feeling her release over him.

That passage growing tighter making his thrusts harder but he is just as determined as he brings thrust after thrust into her. A vine wraps over her back and his keeping her in place as her arms are released then.

His mouth and tongue work on her breast with those relentless trusts, each one filling her a he brings them further together. Eagerly he drinks of the offered up juices with hat cock of hi drawing her very essence with him.

He frees her breast as he gaze once more at her, checking her stamina, aware that this is not her first joining of the day. After which his mouth finds hers and locks with her lips, his tongue pushing against her own as it slides over it and against it. His hands snaking around to her ass then giving each cheek a squeeze further pressing her against him.

Spreading her cheeks she can feel the return of that moist vine that presses itself to her puckered rear, spiraling there though not pushing into her, not yet at least.

"O-o-oh, G-G-Goddd!" All the little redhead can do at this point, swallowed up by her need and her want as Birch indulges her in them, is to wail her joy to the heavens above even as her little frame is bounced up and down that firm, flexible root. Her swaying motions are ceased as another vine wraps around her back, lashing her safely to Birch's body as he takes her deep and fast, reaming her out and making her beg for more. The second her arms come free, they go around his head, pulling him against the breast he suckles upon while he takes her.

His root, like the rest of him, has a rough texture inside her...but thanks to that enzyme he secretes and her own soaking-wet state of being, it doesn't register as uncomfortable at all; rather, it's an interesting sensation as that texture grinds into her folds, pumping quickly into her tight embrace and squirting yet more of that enzyme as it goes. She whimpers with each thrust, urging him forward every time he strikes that sweet spot inside her. She can feel the ache inside where he reaches past her limits, into her very womb...but even that is dulled to almost non-existence by his enzyme. Her sex devours every inch he gives her, milking him by instinct even as he seeks to drain all the honey from her wet embrace.

Mouth and tongue upon her breast only serve to heighten her pleasure; she can feel that wet muscle dancing over her sensitive peak while his lips massage and caress the area around it. Lacey clings tightly to his head even as her flower does to his root, almost as though she's trying to force the entire perky orb into his mouth. Her breasts aren't large, but they're certainly too big for that...but it doesn't stop the redhead from trying. She's lost to logic, wanting nothing more than to be washed away by the sensations he sends shuddering up and down her spine, throughout her athletic form.

Her eyes are half-closed as he pulls his head back, her mind more focused on what she feels than what she sees just now, her mouth open as breath gasps in and out of her. Her body tries to keep pace with his thrusting, faltering only a little every so often and quickly picking his rhythm up again. Her green eyes slowly come all the way open as she realizes that he's not longer sucking on her peaks. "Birch..." She moans softly to him just before her lips are captured by his, her tongue eager to dance with his as she kisses him back. "Mmmmmmhnnnn!" Her moans are sucked into his mouth as she rides him, telling him without words how good he feels inside her.

That enzyme is sticky and attaches to the walls of her sweet sex. He sucks some of it in with that powerful suction but every so often he stops sucking and pushes forth his enzyme before returning to drawing up that essence. The enzyme added flavoring to that taste like adding ketchup to a hot dog.

Powerful thrusts continue to drive into her, slow on the way out, quick in the decent now as he lays claim to her senses. Her body responding to the bliss that steals over her again and again, he feels how she's attempting to milk him of that seed though he didn't really cum. More and more of that enzyme built up with that increase of friction within her.

He took her mouth feeling her hold upon him, following the silent call of her body as he pressed into her time and time again. That kiss broken so that she could breath and so as not to smother her though he hilts himself followed by an intense spurt of enzyme being released inside her.

He holds her there though his root is still squirming inside her like a live wire as he sucks up her juices. For minutes he caresses a breast as he devours the other before removing the vine that secures her in place and lifting her off that root.

Setting he down he holds her hips ensuring that she's steady first before turning her around to face a tree and walking towards it with her. “I am not quite full. Do you wish to continue?” He asks with her facing that tree making it clear that he was going to take her from behind in some fashion if they were not finished here.

"Mmmmm-ahhh!" Birch breaks their kiss, and Lacey clings to him for dear life, breathing heavily, whimpering into his ear as he pounds his way into her center, slurping away at her nectar and coating her walls with his enzymes, flooding her passage with his essence. He splashes her tight embrace with the stuff, setting her walls to tingling as he stretches her with his thickness. She quivers around him as he fills her, entire body shaking with bliss so intense it's almost painful, only intensifying as he hilts himself within her, letting one of his hands caress one of her orbs while his mouth moves to occupy the other. She arches to him, squirming and whimpering...and realizing he's not moving anymore, not plunging into her depths as he had been.

"N...nooo...don't stop....!" She cries out to him as he ceases that heavenly thrusting. No longer does he drive himself into her, hard enough to shake her little frame with each push...instead the vine binding her to him comes loose, and he lifts her off his shaft, carrying her somewhere. Has she done something wrong? Is it the ring question?! Her mind races as she looks for an answer, looks for a way to get him to start moving again, to start taking her again...she wobbles a little as he sets her down. Is that why he's stopped? She's not THAT tired...just a little unsteady--

It's only as they're walking towards the tree before them that she calms down a bit; he's not stopping, he's relocating. Lacey manages a breath of relief at this thought. She glances over her shoulder, watching that glistening root of his as he tells her he's still not full yet...which is fortunate because she's not finished yet either. She leans her body back against his, all softness and warmth against him, before she leans forward and places her hands against the tree in front of her. In this position, even her slim body shows off intriguing curves...the flowing arch of her back to the flare of her hips...giving way to the curvature of her tight little backside, supported by toned thighs...the calf muscles tense and tight as they support her...

Lacey stands there for him, looking over her shoulder at him, bathed in moonlight and shadow beneath the tree. Her sex glistens in the moonlight between those thighs, inviting him to come back inside. Some of his enzyme and her nectar leaks down her inner thighs as she squeezes, aching in his absence, wanting him back in her depths. "Please yes...don't stop, keep going....I want you inside..." She pants heatedly at him, her body braced and ready for him, toes digging into the soil, arms flexing a bit as she sets herself to receive him once again.

He grips her breasts as she leans back into her then as she leans forward he gazes at her slowly gazing at her excitement, the moonlight causing a pale glow to sweep over her as he gazes at her. She wants this and truth be told even if he were full he would have used that as an excuse for he had taken to doing this out of pleasure too if his selected targets wanted it and she wanted it alright.

A hand rubbed against her ass cheek, nice and slow before he spanked it with a stinging slap. He lined himself against her before a hand curled about her hip so that his finger circled that digit lightly. His other tangled in those auburn locks pulling her head up slightly as that root pressed inside her.

She could feel that suctioning as that appendage swirled within her siring up those juices as he pressed back into her, welcomed by her body as he did so.

“Very well, Lacey,” he took her from behind with slow even strokes as he rocked back and forth against her. He was relentless though not as quick a he had been using slow even thrusts, slapping her ass at each joining of their hips.

“UH!” He groaned out as he filled her, vines moving to take her breasts once more, squeezing them as they coiled about her tugging ever so gently against them as he played with them.

"Mmmmmh..." Her body gives a slow arch against his as he grips her breasts, squeezing her perky orbs gently. Purring softly, she leans forward and takes her pose against the tree, watching him as he comes closer. Lacey shivers a little as those hands come to her body, rubbing her tight little backside. "Ahhn!" She gasps and rolls her hips back to him as he delivers a stinging slap to her rump, biting her lip and wiggling her hips at him, inviting him forward.

"Yessss..." she whispers as she feels him pressing against her soaked nethers, stroking his root up and down against her slit. His hand on her hip, squeezing gently, holding her in place as he aims himself at her...his other grips her hair, and she gasps again in delight as he pulls back on her hair, tugging her head up a little...right as he pushes himself inside. "Oh God yes!" She moans, her sex immediately clamping down on his shaft as he feeds it into her once again.

Slow and powerful, he takes her from behind. Her fingers claw at the tree in front of her, her teeth biting into her lip to stifle cries of delight at his slow, heavy thrusts. She can feel him within her, thick member suckling at her walls...it's an odd feeling, to be certain...but in a pleasant way. "Mmmm! Birch...!" Particularly when that sucking tip rubs up against one of those tender spots inside her...absolutely delicious.

"Oooooohhhh!" Her slim frame arches between the tree-man and the tree he takes her against. She pushes her breasts towards the vines that swirl over her frame, tugging at her peaks, while rolling her hips in rhythm with Birch's steady, patient thrusts, accepting him into her depths as far as he wants to go, feeding him with her honey and taking her pleasure in kind. "Hhhahhh! J...Just like that...!" She whimpers as his hand slaps against her ass, the percussion to their joining, keeping their beat and making her sing while they move through their erotic dance. She'll have his handprints on her ass tomorrow...not that she minds. Remembering this part of the night isn't going to be horrible for the redhead at all..."Take me...f...fuck me!"

And that was what he was after. He wished to instill a pleasant memory within her as certain as his root was within her now. He loved the way she responded as he touched upon those sweet spots within her.

A deep even pace follows as his finger dances over her clit. She had good stamina seeing what he was aware that she had been through. To cap that all off with a near gruesome encounter with Slarr, who he had figured would forever feel the sting that she brought to him but at least it would be diluted from the murderous rage that he had as he would begin t consider the repercussions for such a horrendous act.

Birch did not come from the stars and only knew that they were on Shokushu. You could say that he was “native” in a way though without Ashen science he would not exist and so he had his origins among he stars.

He was in the dark about space, he had no desire to go there and did not know what happened to the girls though recently he had toyed with the idea of keeping one or two on hand so he would no have the inconveniences of leaving his gardens but the powers that were had not allowed him that recourse.

Another slap to that backside. He rubbed it as he sped up digging deep inside her as he went at her. At some point he grew full but he had not stopped. That suctioning did though that root twisted and filled her as he plunged inside her.

Friction was getting the better of him and as he groaned deeply he pulled out of her, his enzyme splattering across her back and even in her hair. He was delivering more of his essence on her than a normal release and he was getting her ready, rubbing that enzyme against her back, giving her a massage as those vines played against her nipples, rubbing against her peaks only retracting them as he drew er upright and turned her around.

“I am still hungry, Lacey,” his “eyes” did not change at all though. His gaze settled over her though as his palms close over her chest as he pushes her up against that tree. “Are you still hungry, Sapling?” The last sort of just slipping out as he said it before he could self correct himself.

"Hhhff...hnnn...NNNHAAH!!" A sharp arch and cry of delight greets his questing finger as he strokes just so over her clit, in rhythm to his thrusts. Lacey shudders and divides her grinding between that finger and his root. Part of her notes that he's not suckling against her walls anymore...but it's unimportant, all things considered; he feels good, and she wants more. THAT'S what matters to her. His touch...his thrusts...his vines over her breasts...his desire for her body answering hers for his. These are the important things to her mind right now.

"AH! MMMNhhhyeah!" She moans as he swats her ass again, pushing herself back against him, begging for more...more spankings, more thrusting, more touches...more everything! He's driving her wild, and she enjoys the ride. Her hips buck against his thrusts, a familiar rush building up inside her as his fingers caress that sensitive little bud..."Oooohhhh....MMMH! Oh God...." She whimpers, using her arms against that tree to push herself back harder against him. Her hips tilt as he enters her, helping him to find those spots inside her he seeks, and rewarding him with her cries every time he grinds over them. Her pussy starts a familiar twitching as he pushes into her depths, her wet silky walls clamping down on him.

"GOD YES! Oh God...BIRRRRCHH!" The little redhead clings to the tree for dear life as her body quakes, legs shaking as she continues to accept that thickness into her, to urge him in deeper. "MMMMHNN! Fuck meeeeee!" She stares over her shoulder at him as she hits her peak, crying out to him with all her desire, begging him not to stop with her body as much as with her voice. Even trembling as she is, the girl grinds herself back against him, massaging him with her sweet honeypot, urging him on even as she goes over that divine edge into bliss.

Looking over her shoulder, up at his face, she sees the moment where he loses control, biting her lip and smiling in a pleased fashion as she watches him pull out of her. "Hahhh...hfff...Mmmnnn...Ooooooooh...." His enzyme splatters across her lower back in thick and wet spurts, as though it's his seed and he's marking her. She coos as he splatters that essence on her body, purring gentle approval even as she rolls her twitching hips, stroking her ass against his root, trying to help him empty out all that essence for her.

"Mmh!" She twitches as those vines release her stiff peaks, popping free...and making way for Birch's hands. He turns her around, pinning her back up against the tree and driving home just how much bigger he is than she; for once, it's exciting rather than frightening. Gazing up at him with wide eyes, her arms go above her head, fingers curling and scratching gently against the tree as his hands grope and massage her chest, making her whimper. "Uh-huhn...feed me some more..." She purrs at him. Despite earlier friction over the nickname, she doesn't seem to mind being called Sapling anymore...something of a pet name perhaps? She's not sure what it means to him, but she likes the familiarity in it a little more than she had when they'd first met.

Wrapping her arms around the tree trunk above her as best she can, she uses them to hold her up while she wraps her legs around Birch's waist, the muscles of her body flexing in interesting ways as she does so. More interesting however, in her opinion anyway, is the way the tip of his root feels as it slips against her slit, prodding against her clit. "Ahh!" She gasps and arches from the contact, looking up at him with heat in her eyes despite how weary she really is. "More...please, give me more, Birch..."

That had been a mistake in movement though it felt pleasant and one he had not considered before. That suction returns to her as he very tip of his root exerts itself over her clit; pulling against it with a minimal suction then smearing the region with his enzyme to give him something o suction, tat enzyme flowing over her sensitive nerves.

But he is a little busy playing with her breasts, grasping at and twisting those perky nipples with a gentle that one would not expect from his rougher texture that moves against her. While he does this she presents herself o him, the enzyme on her back serving to dilute the discomfort of friction from he tree behind her. That and to provide her with a lubricant against the bark of the tree so it would no chaff as much.

Birch drifted is hands down to her hips as she would feel him shift his root against the slit of that sex, the tip of that root prodding against her labia then stroked against her slit like a finger caressing back and forth against her before angling against her sex.

Then in. He thrust within her burying that root to the hilt in one sudden thrust. Ensuring that everything was right he slow thrust inside the tight folds of her body dragging her up and down that tree.

He groans again, aching but most pleased with that tightness that surrounds him. He moves more urgently against her now, a tongue caressing down the side of he neck then he shoulder as he thrusts away at her.

That root drilling now, spilling with each thrust and it is amazing that he has that much control of it as it shows her the latest dance. It seems such a waste all that juice and no having the stomach for it! He could feel the enzyme building back up but for now he managed to keep himself in check.

“Lacey! So splendid. Cum for me Sapling. Cum.” And he picked up the pace then as he worked frantically within her core a he held her in place.

"Ahhhh...Mmmmmh! Feels so good..." Lacey murmurs, offering her breasts up to the tree-man as he toys with them, squeezing them and tweaking her peaks, sending little shocks through her spine, little tingles through her body. She's so warm, even in the cool night air..."I'm gonna melt..." She whimpers, rolling her body for him, offering herself up to his gentle hands to do with her as they please. Even just this much feels so lovely. Now if only he would take that thick root of his and--

"OMMIGAWD!" Green eyes shoot wide open as the root in question decides to do something she hadn't considered. Rather than filling her sex once more, plunging into her depths and stretching them so sweetly, Birch decides to press it against her hypersensitive little clit, right up against the bottom of the bundle of nerves, where she feels best...and start suckling against her while prodding and rolling her with the tip. The little redhead arches so hard, it's a miracle she doesn't push Birch away in her ecstasy. Her arms leave the tree to go over Birch's shoulders, her hips grinding down against the shaft that sucks against her little love button. Small, loud cries escape her as she pushes herself down towards that rod. "Oh GOD...OHGOD, don't stop! Don't stop, PLEASE don't stop!" The little redhead screams for more even as he gives it to her, that same enzyme splashing out over her pink nub, making her tingle and twitch even as he continues to suck on the little bundle of nerves.

His hands slide down from her breasts, down over her body, touching her and exploring her. Her body responds with a slow, rolling arch that follows his touch, instinctive but no less fluid for not being a conscious motion. He grips her hips, and Lacey whimpers softly as he lifts her up a little, positioning her just so while he drags that miraculous sucking shaft over her twitchy pink slit, slurping against her wet entrance....back and forth, up and down, she can feel his progress as he teases her with the tip, teasing her outer lips, her inner folds, her clit, the very entrance to her honeypot..."Ohhyeah..." She whimpers as she feels his hips start to move against her, that shaft pushing against her, tip sliding into her.

"OOHHHYEAH...!" A louder cry now as he pushes in all in one thrust, filling her soaked depths with that thickness. "Mmmhnn, YES! Take me...take me deep! Fuck your little Sapling!" She wails to him, her body grinding against him. Her back slides up and down that tree...but between his enzyme's pain-dulling effect and the lubrication it provides, the rough bark of the tree feels like it's doing little more than giving her little love-scratches. She likes it...though not nearly as much as what's going on inside her body. She can feel that flexible root shuddering as she grips it within her, forcing him to push harder, making him strike those sensitive areas inside with more force. She quivers against him, crying wordless noises of pleasure so intense, it's nearly agony. Her eyes squeeze shut, but they always open to see his face as he watches her dance for him.

"Hnnnnnnnhh!" A little sigh of delight as she watches his head descend to her shoulder. Lacey tilts her own head to one side, giving him plenty of room as his tongue flicks out over her neck, her shoulder, bathing her soft skin in that enzyme and making her tingle. "Feels good....feels so good!" She whimpers into his ear, biting her lip to keep from screaming next to him. Her sex clenches so hard over his root as he continues to dive into her depths...her body twitches, her sex gripping spastically over that thrusting root...it won't be long now. "Fu...fuck me!....don't stop, Birch, fuck me!" She quakes against him, her fingers clawing at his back, gentle but urgent as he plows forth into her silken walls. "Don't stop...Oh GOD don't stop!"

Arching to his thrusts, pushing herself down at them, urging him deeper and deeper, harder and harder...the little redhead's trembling body clings to him as he takes her up to that shining edge again. She can feel the tip of that root dribbling enzyme into her cunny..."MMMMMNNNOHYESSSSS!!" Eyes squeeze tight as that root starts twisting inside her, as though it's drilling its way into her depths, twisting back and forth. Lacey clings to Birch for dear life as he adds this new step to their dance. "God yes...don't...I'm gon..AH! Gonna...mmmmmmHHH!...OHH GOD YESSSSSSSS!"

Ecstasy and bliss burn through her, searing her nerves and her mind as he drives her wild and pushes her to her peak, climax washing through her body. Her hips buck and jerk as he fills her, taking him into her as hard as she can get him, driving herself over him and wailing pure joy even as her gripping sex gushes her sweet nectar over his root, bathing him in her love-juices. Shaking heavily, she tries to keep up with his pace, but her body is a twitchy mess of signals; it's impossible to coordinate her movements with his. Still she tries, wanting him to join her at that peak.