Tiffany's mouth filled with the taste of burnt toast as Slarr released his seed into her... It was what she had been waiting for... it was now or never. As soon as she felt that first jet of his hot, smoky essence spray against the back of her throat, she gathered her feet beneath her. She was torn between bolting immediately, thinking that in the middle of cumming, Slarr might not even get up until he finished, OR... actually letting him finish in her mouth, thinking that if he was satiated, he may lose interest and not give chase. In the end, it was somewhere in between. She swallowed the first spurt (it was either that or choke on it) then she pulled back, giving the swollen, sensitive, gushing head of his throbbing shaft a final hard suck before releasing him from her mouth. Then she made a break for it.

She leapt to her left, trying to position the tree Slarr had originally pushed her up against, between the still groaning Smoke Devil and herself. Then she ran. Her legs felt rubbery and she was keenly, uncomfortably aware of her nipples; still erect and tingling, but she ran as fast as she could... she didn't know if Slarr would chase her or not, but she didn't look back to find out. She just ran... as fast as her legs would carry her...

He was relaxed, rupturing into her mouth and aloud. At first he did not think anything had been amiss as he felt the tightening of her lips. Hearing the audible pop as he came free of her mouth he lifted his chin seeing her dash off.

“Son of a bitch!”

Rather then springing up to his feet he broke apart into smoke and pursued. It was quicker then springing up to his feet and taking flight with all the tree and branches to deal with. Often he dealt with them when toying with someone where he was in no hurry to snare them. But the direction she headed in made it more of an urgent matter that he catch up.

She did not need to see him though. The smell of burnt toast hung in the air. Whenever he went insubstantial in full or in part he emitted that foul odor and those familiar with him may know what to expect.

That scent grew stronger and stronger as he closed in. Then a lucky break when a gust of wind struck it blew him apart. The smoke collected back together once the gust past and once lumped together he proceeded but she had managed to get some distance between him. There was just a hint of that smell now when she came to the area with all the strange plants. Colorful ones, many that had bore strange large fruits or others she had seen. Most of the plants were unknown to her but the place seemed orderly. Plants were separated by types and the garden was devoid of trees so running through it would be easier but at the same time afforded her no cover should Slarr show up. Assuming he was in the same form he was distant enough where she no longer smelled burnt toast.

When Tiffany broke through the trees and saw the garden, she was at first elated. This place was obviously tended, and that meant someone might be around to help her. As she looked around at the colorful vegetation however, she got an uneasy feeling. What kind of plants were these? She was no expert, but she couldn't identify a single one of the strange specimens growing here. It made her feel like a nightmare version of Alice in Wonderland if Alice had been wearing nothing but a skirt and knee-highs.

What to do? Should she call for help? Or find a place to hide? She didn't see (or smell) Slarr, but that didn't mean he wasn't coming. And he was fast...

Hide. Yes, a place to hide would be better. She realized her feet left deeper tracks in the soft soil of the garden than in the leaf-litter of the woods. She had an idea. Tiffany ran across the garden as fast she could (she was so tired, but felt so much more in control of herself now) breaking a few of the weird plants on purpose as she did to leave a clear trail. Then, as quickly and carefully as she could, she walked backwards in her own tracks and laid on the ground behind the thickest brush, trees and bushes she could find. She tried to dig herself into the leaves and dirt as quietly as possible, keeping her eyes (and nose) peeled for the winged nightmare chasing her...

The reason why she had not smelled Slarr was because he had been solid now. After the delays with the gust of wing his form wouldn't be broken apart though at times he became smoky rather then wasting time going around trees. All in all though he was slower and had not noticed her as he went by into the garden.

“Oh boy!” Slarr stated. He paused there surveying the damage as he slowly advanced across the garden. He had barely disappeared from site when she heard him calling for her.

“COME OUT NOW BEFORE HE FINDS YOU! COME OUT COME OUT COME OUT!!!” He called though it seemed like it was more of an effort to make noise then to draw her out as if that ploy ever worked.

Even in the movies a target stayed hidden up until they were discovered. She would hear his voice fade though she guessed he was still in ear shot but as long as he was calling out to her she could track his position easier.

"Oh, thank goodness..." Tiffany thought, lying half buried in the underbrush. Slarr hadn't seen her. And better yet, she could hear him as he moved further and further off. It was strange though... why would he call for her? He couldn't possibly think that after what he had done that she would go out to him. Also, this was the second time he had mentioned someone else being around. Who was he talking about? Was he actually trying to warn her about someone? Who could be worse than a yellow-eyed demon that could turn to smoke??? Even so, the thought made her uneasy.

When Slarr's voice finally faded out of earshot, Tiffany quietly extracted herself from the underbrush and did her best to brush herself off.

"God... what a mess I am!" she thought as she looked down at herself. She was dirty and disheveled; burrs, leaves and twigs were stuck to the bottom of her now filthy knee-high socks. Somehow she had lost both of her shoes... when had that happened? She couldn't remember exactly, but it was probably during one of her sprints through the woods as Slarr had chased after her. And of course, she had other problems now. For one thing, she was completely lost. She had absolutely no idea which direction she had originally come from. Secondly, if she did manage to find her way back or come across someone who could help her, she was practically naked. Slarr had shredded her top and bra, torn off her panties and she had lost her shoes running away. That left her in a skirt and a pair of dirty socks. How could she possibly talk to anyone dressed like this? She would die of embarrassment! Wistfully, she looked back in the direction she had come running from. Maybe if she went that way she could find her clothes...

Tiffany stood there at the edge of the garden and the woods trying to figure out what to do next.

Back tracking as best as she could manage there were few tracks in the jungle unlike the garden itself. There were some signs of her passage, broken vegetation and such but she was no outdoorsman. She had to tread slowly mindful of Slarr and the terrain she had to be quiet and keep her ears open.

She managed to find a shoe but lost track of the direction she had come from. Not knowing where she was it was tough to find her way now. Fortunately she still had the light so traveling through the terrain was easier then it would have been but her inability to make out anything familiar really hadn't helped her.

Eventually she found her second shoe. She was on the right track at last. But she felt something coil around her throat after she placed the shoe back on. It jerked her back to the ground with sufficient force and as she struggled to remove the vine she was being dragged back towards a tree. Roots and rocks coursing over her back roughly.

She halted, able to draw the vine away as it went inert she would see a being about six feet in height that resembled a tree himself. His gaze at been upon her, his features rigid given his nature but there seemed something sinister in that glare as he stepped out of a tree.

“So you're the one!” As soon as she got the vine off her others snaked down from the trees to seize her wrists and ankles. She was drawn off her feet suspended there though these vines did not ease up as the other had.

The creature stepped in front of her gazing at her, perhaps milking in her reactions.

"AHH!!" Tiffany shouted in startled surprise as the woods around her suddenly came to life, the trees themselves reaching down with their vines and pulling her into the air, suspended. They seemed to be under the command of the "tree-ghost" that had seemed to have walked out from the inside of a large tree...

She thrashed and pulled at the animated vines that were holding her by the wrists and ankles, thinking maybe they would break if she could twist at them enough. But they were so STRONG! Her eyes were wide with fear as she looked at this new monstrosity that had appeared before her. So, Slarr had been trying to warn her of something after all...

She may have had a chance if those were normal vines as he infused the plants he took control of with a small portion of his essence and vitality. He watched her squirm until she found that it was useless. No question as to the color of her “leaves” if Slarr was around it was going to be one of two colors.

He stepped in as if inspecting the color. The red flowers had not blossomed about his territory. It was a sign that he had been enraged he relayed that to others and there were none today. He was hungry, he always was, but he had been in control of that aspect. But she had damaged his garden and he was pretty upset about that.

“I don't care what Slarr gets into. Nor do I care as to what you get up to. Provided that it does not involve me. But you damaged my plants and for that you will pay.”

The vines tightened then stretched her limbs so her thighs were force apart and her arms were out at her sides. When that had been done a vine cracked upon her already irritated back much in the same fashion as a whip.

“For each plant you damaged you have earned yourself a lash sapling.”

"AAHHNN!"

Tiffany screamed and thrashed as the vine lashed at her. Hot, searing pain exploded through her. She realized that while the vine whipping at her would have certainly hurt under any circumstance, the excruciating agony she was feeling was not proportional to the force of the blow. It must be another side effect of the liquid Slarr had made her drink! It must not have worn off yet. The stuff must amplify pain the same way that it had amplified pleasure. And if this creature was planning on hitting her more than once... dear God! It might kill her!

Tiffany begged, still writhing in the grip of the vines, fearing another lash...

"Wait! Please! It wasn't my fault! Slarr... he attacked me and... he made me drink something. He wasn't sure what it was I don't think... but it... amplifies sensitivity... please stop! It hurts so bad... please..."

He paused rubbing a chin as he assessed her words. Another crack came from the vine though. He had observed the results more closely then last time though he was sill upset about his garden he was sill clear headed more or less.

“Then he has merely assisted me in your punishment.” He gave her four more lashes though after that he drew closer as he animated other vines that began rubbing over her, slithering against her flesh as if they were serpents.

He took a breast rubbing his hand against the curve while his thumb traced against a nipple. “Shall we continue?” He said all of a sudden as the vines retracted save for the ones holding her.

“Or shall I feed from you? That should be a suitable punishment though from the looks of it Slarr has already introduced you into that aspect.” Vines uncoiled from her ankles once he was between her thighs and had a grasp of each leg.

His root extended out of his body first rubbing against her flesh, searching for any moisture. The tip acted like a vacuum in a way sucking up any moisture it came in contact with. It became all too clear as to what he was after though he had yet to take her first cheeking as to how ready she was or messy he assumed.

Tiffany's tortured howls echoed through the trees as the vine lashed at her. Six blows it had delivered in all. The first had made her beg for mercy. The second had made her weep like a child. The third had made her scream like a banshee, the wailing spirits of myth and legend. On the fourth, the pain had made her black out, though this was of no avail to her as the fifth revived her, awakening her to her own screams of anguish. By the time the sixth and final blow landed, Tiffany was sure she would die. It felt as if her back had been set on fire and she thought her flesh must have been stripped to the bone, though in truth there were merely six intercrossing red welts that were barely serious enough to even leave a bruise.

When at last the tree-beast relented and moved between her parted thighs, his intentions obvious, she could only whimper as she hung suspended above the ground.

The tree man's "root" rubbed against her and she stiffened with fear. It was huge... nine inches at least... and incredibly thick. The fluid evidence of her coupling with Slarr had long since dried upon her thighs and she feared if the creature tried to force that massive phallic growth into her it would tear her apart. She couldn't bear the thought of any more pain...

"p-please... d-don't..." she moaned weakly.

“Perhaps you may have persuaded me sapling if you had not damaged my garden. But I am no sadist.” She was dry and in such a state offered no nutrients to him. He rubbed against her nice and slow prior to releasing his enzyme into her as he angled himself against that entrance.

In the least it would provide some lubrication if he had been unable to promote her further arousal. If it did not work, however, he was still going to punish her for the damage she had caused. Seizing a breast his tongue flicked over her nipple. It was wet and coated in that same enzyme that had been fired inside her. The only effect that the enzyme had was clinging to water and moisture though that enzyme felt like sap that his tongue kept moving about her.

Hands grabbed her ass cheeks to steady her as he pushed the very tip into her albeit slowly before holding himself there. Birch gave more time for her body to respond before escalating maters further then he took them at present.

The huge phallic protrusion sprouting from between the creature's legs rubbed against her, but slowly and softly. It pressed against her, but not hard enough to force its way inside. Instead, it released a sudden gush of warm, thick fluid. At first, she thought that he had climaxed already, but she quickly realized that was not the case as he continued to rub against her, pressing his thick root against the now wet folds of her labia, teasing them apart, rubbing the warm fluid deeper between her legs. Her eyes widened in fear as she realized what the purpose of that release had been.

"N-No... you-you can't... its too big... you'll tear me apart... please..."

The pain of the lashing he had given her was already fading though, and the amber liquid Slarr had given her still coursed through her blood. Now it seemed to be shifting back to it's original effect. The thick, vine-like growth rubbing and pressing against Tiffany's slick, wet sex was starting to feel... good... so good... it didn't matter that the wetness hadn't come from her... yet.
Heat blossomed between her legs, slowly building as the tree demon patiently worked her body, his movements slow and soft and methodical.

"OH! D-don't! Please... stop... you... you don't understand what... aahhh... what you're... ohh! ...doing to me... please..."

Despite her begging, a shiver coursed through her and her nipple hardened quickly as his tongue lashed over the sensitive pink nub. The heat between her legs continued to rise; he would be able to feel it soon if he didn't already. Tiffany twisted in the monster's grip, trying to wriggle her body away from him as much as possible, but the sentient vines and his large, powerful hands were so strong... holding her so tightly...

He knew exactly what he had been doing. As she began to squirm he had to maintain a tighter hold on her rear. She was warming up nicely, his unblinking eyes shifted to her features watching them contort. Clearly he heard the change in those sounds and that struggling nature she made as if to resist.

The tip of that large portion of him pushed inside her, barely within though once the tip had been in The rest of his root would have an easier time of matters once he began. He could twist and turn that root like a live wire but she felt too tight for that at present.

She would find just how patient he was. Playing with one breast he soon moved to the next. Allowing her to get use to that feel inside her he used that enzyme as a lubricant to push that root into her nice and slow. He spared her from the complete 9” inches using about two thirds in.

He moved it in and out nice and slow as he moved to her neck bathing one side of it in that enzyme as his tongue painted it matching the nice and slow movements he established with that root.

Tiffany thrashed and kicked and pulled... but the monster's grip was like steel and the clutching vines held her so tightly she could barely move. She gasped as the pressure of the root pressing against her steadily increased, stretching her painfully as it pushed into her.

"Aahh! Nnnhh... n-nooo... hurts... it hurts... Oohhh! st-stop..."

The vine-like tendril was smooth and round, and slick with the fluids that still dripped from the opening at its tip, but it was so big... impossibly thick... Tiffany felt like it was splitting her apart as it slowly forced it's way deeper.

"Ahh! st-stop... it's... oohhh... its... too big... ohh!"

He was only a little more than halfway inside her when he began to move slowly in and out. It hurt, nearly stretching her beyond her capacity. Tiffany felt like she might tear in half at any moment. Yet despite the pain, that strange, inhuman flesh filling her... so big... a little deeper with each slow, steady thrust... it felt so good... it felt so, so good...

"Ohhh... n-no... I... ahhh... I don't want it... oohhh... stop..."

Her mouth begged him to stop, but the heat between her legs baked against his skin now and the hot, tight sheath of her sex was suddenly slicker than before... wet... she was getting so wet...