Birch was in a bind. Not many people had ventured into the region seeing that word of mouth got out to stay away. Of course there was always the foolhardy girl that didn't believe the rumors that came out this way.

Normally he had not been too bad with his victims. He tried to be gentler than most though there were times where he had lost control until he sampled that sweet nectar again. Normally he did not wish to be so bestial though that was a risk that he often ran as he went as long as he could without succumbing to his baser needs though since targets were fewer lately it meant pressing the envelop most of the time, such as now.

“Say … I saw a nice little number that way but she wasn't a blonde ...”

Slarr had mentioned o him though in his current state he hardly heard the words of his companion that came around from time to time for the strawberries or he passed by when he was taking them from a strawberry bush as he was now.

He looked in the direction that the Belzar pointed in then phased through the nearest tree without a word as his hunger was getting the better of him.

Ginger worked her way through the woods as quickly as her tired, still-sore body let her. While she wasn't sure how long she'd lain exhausted after the creature had finally tired of its assault, the sun was nearly below the horizon; she doubted she could get back to the dorms before it was dark. Not that she was sure that she wanted to go back right away; after the damage done to them, her clothes no longer covered her properly, and she didn't wish to display her body to anyone who happened to be passing. Later, after curfew, when there were only prefects and head girls to avoid, or even in the morning before most people had woken up, would be better.

Just staying where she was didn't seem like a good idea, however, with at least two creatures lurking that would surely be happy to have their way with her if they found her, not to mention the risk of the mass of tentacles changing its mind and coming back to rape her again. Fortunately, her first encounter with a non-human intelligence had given her a relatively safe place to go. She wasn't sure how safe it would be if Birch wasn't there. She also hoped that he wouldn't be angry that she hadn't returned in the months since that encounter; between adjusting to college life and trying to sort out her feelings about things, she simply hadn't had the chance.

Realizing that she was on the path that led to Birch's garden, she pressed herself to move a bit faster. As a branch snapped under her foot, she was silently grateful that at least her shoes had survived the encounter unscathed.

(OOC: this takes place not long after this thread.)

Whether it was the waning light as it grew dimmer given the trees blocking most of it when the sun hung this low in the sky or it was sheer exhaustion Ginger missed the warning red flowers that were in bloom closer to his garden.

While Birch would have been pleased to have a return visitor even after so long he was simply fueled by hunger at the moment. He continued to move through the jungle swiftly and silently though there was no telling just how far the student was. Slarr knew of his abilities of jaunting between trees so a great distance could be a short one to him. He only had a direction though as he passed out of one tree he heard the snap of a branch.

There had been a recent storm, it was a tropical island after all and storms were common so there were lots of downed branches. So he judged by sound and that brought him closer to the sapling. He had a tough time determining the shades of color of the leaves of saplings … he had other factors though such as the glasses or the pig tails to help recognize Ginger had he been in a clear state.

True, it was evident that this one had been attacked already but that was something that he did not take into consideration in his current state. He was incapable of waiting for just the right moment though and that may have assisted Ginger at least in the immediate as the vegetation about came to life, vines snaking in her direction, even the bushes and trees bending in her direction though most obviously not reaching her all wished to hinder her movements.

Birch passed through one tree and emerged behind and near her at another in an instant. He was like a bull seeing red and though he was not often in such a state of being he was so now that the hunger had built up within him. He rushed forward behind her, while his legs passed through fallen branches as if they had not been their he would hear the heavy thuds of his feet against the ground. Wood passed straight through him as if it were air.

The sudden movement of the surrounding vegetation told Ginger that she'd been noticed, presumably by the owner of the garden. She stepped back to avoid the vines reaching for her. "Birch? Could we please not…?" She looked around for the tree-creature, her voice trailing off as she saw him rushing towards her. Something was clearly different from last time. He seems… desperate, somehow. Vaguely, she recalled him saying that he needed human sexual fluids to survive; had he been without for too long? Looks like I'll be paying for protection, and sooner than I'd like. With a sigh of resignation, she turned to face him fully, waiting for him to reach her without making any further attempts to avoid either him or the approaching vines.

Even a dog recognized its name and though he did not have much of a comprehension in that state he had heard his name and thus saw that she was trying to communicate … did he know her? She moved to avoid the vines but when she had assessed the situation it had not seemed that she was moving. Good. He really could not afford the energy.

Getting to her he kept moving even after picking her up by the waist. So close to her, her features looked familiar though he stopped as he planted her back against a tree. He had seemed to recognize the fact that he had her as he did not slam her against the tree but used it as a hard surface to keep her from moving all over the place.

Her legs either side of him that root extended from itself as it eagerly moved toward that sex heedless of the fact that he was getting the left overs of another monster. Need drove him on as the end of that root fired forth that green enzyme subconsciously using it to numb up the area.

Vines crept down from the trees and while he did not restrain her wrists they swept over the circumference of her breasts as he angled himself against her sex smeared with his enzyme. Birch did not hesitate though, already the suctioning of that root began as it attempted to draw up any juices though he was getting mostly enzyme at this point. Though he had not stopped at that, pressing forth and thus connecting their bodies.

“UNGH,” he grunted, the whip-like motions of that root followed as it pressed deeper sucking up any and all left overs as those vines did what they could to stimulate her jugs. Another coiled about a leg stopping at her clit as it rubbed against her there to promote arousal in an effort to get the nourishment she would provide him.

The desperation she'd thought she saw in him when he was running at her showed itself more obviously as he grabbed her and forced her against a tree; while he wasn't actually cruel or brutal, his actions showed that he wasn't willing to give her any chance to resist or escape. She wasn't going to try to do so; she'd suspected that this might be the cost of his help, although she'd hoped it would wait until the morning.

His root penetrated her with no preparation beyond his enzyme, causing her to cry out in mixed pleasure and pain, although the effects of the enzyme meant it was more the former than the latter. A gasp escaped her as a vine began to rub her clit, the sensitive nub already in a slight state of arousal from her earlier experiences.

"Ahn… Not so… ahh… Not so rough… oh… please," she gasped out between thrusts, although the tone of her voice wasn't in agreement with her words. With her arms free, she was able to take at least a little control over the situation, getting a grip on his shoulders to give herself the leverage to thrust her hips against his root, setting a more comfortable pace for herself. Despite her tired and sore state, she could feel her arousal building up pretty quickly as they thrust against each other.

He was unable to help himself at first. He was eager and he felt those sinful pleasures that only added to the situation as he worked into her though her freed hands allowed her some leverage and her words began to make a degree of sense as he ate. Just a word or two broke through that fog and she would feel a certain easing of his thrusts, the eagerness died just a little now that he tapped that source of nectar and had a steady stream going as he devoured what he could.

His head lowered to one of her imprisoned tits, capturing it and sucking against the globe. Vines still rubbed against her as hey coiled about her breasts as he continued to hold her in place against the tree.

“Mm ...” That root continued to suck. Occasionally there was a new squirt of enzyme so there was always moisture, it hopefully collecting with her juices or so was the idea. Any time it seemed that the enzyme was close to being all sucked up he shot some more inside her. It was as if he were cumming time and time again and in a sense he was though he did not halt his movements.

Instead he began to time his movements better with her own though that root twisted within her this way and that. The vine caressing her clit though eased up a bit as it stroked against her with less urgency using more of the leaves on the vines to rub up against her as they continued.

Her image danced before his eyes as he glanced up at her features, his tongue smearing against her nipple as it swirled against it, that familiar feeling growing more and more as they continued though the fog had not lifted completely.

Although he didn't stop, he did ease up slightly and begin to work in time with her movements, suggesting that she'd got through to him to some degree. The new pace served to increase her arousal even more as the root squirmed inside her, hitting the more sensitive spots inside her. "Oh… OH! OH YES! Right there! OH… OH… AAAAAH!" She cried out in bliss as he hit her g-spot, driving her already-sensitive body over the top to a climax, soaking his root in much-needed love juices.

Birch dank up the nectar that her sweet body offered her. His movements began to work with her's and hat saturation of his root with her nectar gave him a moment of pause though his hips had not been moving his root still was stirring up the insides of her body.

His mouth came away from her tit which had a slick coating of enzyme on it from his mouth. Though he possessed no eye lids he gazed at her though now it had seemed evident that pieces where clicking together.

“Ginger?” Then a more certain calling of her name before he gripped her hips firmer his thrusts becoming eager once more though now he used a degree of care drawing her away from the tree so her back wouldn't chaff for starters and using care not to trust his root too deeply inside her.

He had been excited. This had been the first time that he had ever encounter someone for a second time though he still had yet to calculate the reasons why. Some clarity hit him though a lot had been overlooked too since it had mattered only that she was here right now. In time it would all come back together.

The time of the day might have indicated to him that she had not been out here initially to see him though the state of her attire might indicate that she was coming here and got side trekked. The island was full of dangers after all

Returning to her breast his tongue swept about her nipple for a moment longer. He had kept going for a few minutes out of eagerness before stopping altogether. A grin etching over his features. He still needed more, he was borderline sane and insane but there was enough within him to attain his senses for a short while.

The vine even stopped rubbing her clit. Dropping to his knees he controlled the plants to form a blanket of sorts before laying her down though that root was still inside her, still drinking. “I need more,” he said though for the time being it seemed that he was giving her a chance to catch her breath.

Her orgasm seemed to bring him back to himself, apparently recognizing her for the first time. Trapped as she was in the throes of her climax, she wasn't able to respond to his tentative identification of her, but her still seemed to gain both a degree of excitement and a bit of care for her well-being.

After a bit, she came down from her peak and he slowed his attentions before stopping altogether and creating a bed of vegetation to put her on. His root remained inside her, still taking in the remaining traces of her juices, and it seemed he wasn't fully recovered. “I need more,” he said, although he didn't act on that need just yet.

She sighed slightly in resignation; the situation was far from ideal, although it beat most of the alternatives. "Fine, just… take it easy, please. I've had a really rough day."

“Certainly,” he agreed. He had enough to keep from his bestial state for a little while but it was barely enough to stave off such a state for any real length of time. His hands moved up to her breasts seizing each as thumb and index finger encased her nipples rubbing them between those digits as he again injected her with more enzyme.

His root was still for this then he began moving once again though he did no suck up that enzyme straight away letting the juices grow first it seemed. The vegetation surrounded her providing a soft mattress of sorts and others reached up caressing the insides of her thighs, back and buttocks.

Leaning down his tongue traced along her neck then dipped behind an ear. “I will take what only what I need for the day,” he added as that root stirred in that enzyme within her core as I slowly twisted and turned within her.

She smiled at his agreement. "Thank you. I'll probably be able to manage more in the morning after I can heal a bit." In fact, his enzyme was already helping somewhat in that regard, numbing some of the soreness from her earlier assault.

She moaned softly as his root moved inside her, slowly now but clearly a prelude for what was to come. While both position and relative energy meant that he would be taking the lead, she wasn't going to make him do all of the work, slowly grinding her hips against him as she took a grip on his shoulders for leverage.

“There are many medicines that can be manufactured from my plants,” of course his contact with humans had been limited where he had not tried out the complete gamut of plants against them. Birch did have a basic understanding of what worked and what didn't with their psychologies having studied them a little as his Aschen creators taught him though if he had a greater understanding of them h could have come up with greater remedies.

He was borderline right now and would revert in an hour or so but that was the whole purpose behind getting more at least enough to endure the day. In the morning there would be the opportunity to feed again to store up the necessary energy to get through the remainder of the week.

She began to move against him and he used more care though he remained excited that she had returned regardless of the reason he was not going to think too much about the reasons why. This was more enjoyable, from their last joining he had learned the pleasures of this rather than simply doing so just to feed.

It felt good, feeling those inner walls work against him as his touch flowed over her body grazing over her sides as her hands rested on hi shoulders. In a continual cycle that enzyme flowed into her then was sucked back up collecting some of her juices at the same time. His broad tongue sweeping over a nipple before he halted above her bursting forth inside her with more of that enzyme. The root throbbing inside her as that suctioning subsided for the time being as more of that drug flowed through her sore body

“Thank you,” his mouth came away from her breast though he had yet to disengage from her. “That should get me through the day at least.”

The burst of that enzyme inside her triggered one last orgasm in her, not as strong as the previous one. She hoped that that was enough for him for now, as she wasn't sure she could manage any more right now; the assault earlier had largely drained her, and what food and water she'd brought with her wasn't nearly enough to let her fully recover.

His words as he lifted from her breast fulfilled her hopes, as he had taken enough for the time being. She'd have to do more for him in the morning, but she should be better able to do so by then. The effects of his enzyme were spreading through her body, easing the soreness the tentacles had caused. "Ah… Thank you," she sighed as the throb diminished to a barely noticeable ache. "I was hoping to find you; I can't go back to the dorm right now—not like this—and was hoping to spend the night in your garden. I was worried that you might be angry because I hadn't returned in so long, though." His reaction once he recognized her seemed to prove that worry unfounded, but she still felt the need to explain. "Sorry. My schedule made it impossible until I got used to it, and then there always seemed to be… other things… when I made plans to come here." Literally other things, usually, and even more unusual than a walking, talking tree. In her state, she didn't even notice that she was starting to babble slightly.

He halted against her, his root milking that last orgasm as he siphoned up those delicious juices. Turning his attention to her as she spoke a lone finger lifted to her cheek rubbing against her skin slightly as she drew near the end of that explanation.

That contact was to get her to realize that it was no flesh rubbing against her, that he had no been human. “It would be a lie to say that I wasn't disappointed that you had not returned sooner and I am young but time is measured differently between our species.

“While a year may seem long to you it is but four seasons to me. Some of the trees you have knowledge of have existed for thousands of years. While I am unique and unsure as to how long I shall live when it is all said and done I will probably live as long or at the very least a few hundred of your years.”

Slowly his root drew out of her and he assisted her into a sitting position. “I harbor no anger and it was the hunger that has motivated me. I foolishly went too long. I tend to reside deeper in the jungle at times, the plants are more exotic and while I do have some in my garden I tend to care for the wild ones as well. It is easy for me to loose myself in such pursuits and that deep in there are not too many students.

“You are always welcome to stay for as long as you would like. I have some supplies, food and clothes … Slarr is probably around so I could always send him on an errand to find something in your size, I doubt what I have on hand will fit seeing that I have only a basic understanding of clothes and sizes.”