"Orgasms," she explained. Professor Lily's rose flower, which grew naturally from her scalp, seemed to shrink back into a bud, and retreat under her thick mane of forest-green hair. A sure sign that the buxom forest nymph was distressed. "That's why Dryads seem to be bound to their trees; Orgasms." She and the pink-haired pixie, Lisaeluriel (Lisa for short) were staring through the steamy glass of a greenhouse that sat alone in a cleft of hills, nearly hidden from view. The golden-haired Unicorn girl, Corona of the Elysian Fields, (Cori for short) stood lookout; her golden eyes scanning the nearby doors, and the small gravel road leading away from the secluded greenhouse for any sign that their investigation was being noticed.
Peering through a window clouded by the humid steam that roiled within the moist confines of the Greenhouse, Lily pressed her copious breasts against the glass as she continued;
"Human myth teaches that Dryads were nature spirts bound into a tree, that their lifeforce depended upon the tree, but the humans were mistaken; look closely Lisa, inside there by those roots, and you'll see what the Dryads really are." Brushing away a strand of hot-pink hair, recently stained with multiple loads of semen, the pixie stared wide-eyed into the Greenhouse...
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She had to remind herself of her name. As Viviana sprawled naked in the soil, she had to sift through her own mind, overcome as it was by the waves of pleasure. The Trees were unlike anything she had seen before; unlike anything on Earth; interspersed amidst the leaves were the vines, vines that ravished her. Green ropes whipped, thrust, and slipped in and out of her cunt with preternatural agility. The busty, naked human did not need the velvety flowers to blast that strange, golden pollen into her face, electrifying her senses with narcotic ecstasy, yet they did so. The flowers were all in the shape of vertical, puffy lips. each with a small, hooded bud at the top. The blossoms swelled and pulsated, giving the impression that the lips were engorged with lust. Light glistened off small, almost transparent hairs that surrounded the blooming lips.
As the vines entwined her hips, her legs, her pussy, The flowers caressed her, moving with uncanny volition. Golden, glittering pollen tingled against her olive-colored skin, her every synapse firing with bliss. Periodically, the flowers would begin to drool, and a substance sweet enough to make nectar taste like ashes by comparison would sometimes appear inside the lips. The soft blooms were pink, yet they seemed to shift radiantly through different phases and shades of pink, as the obscene angiosperms dribbled clear juice onto her.
There was an impulse to bury herself in the sensation; to forget everything that she had been, so that no thought, no reservation would detract from the soul-searing ecstatic rapture that melted Viviana's resistance. The vines, the creeping vines from the plant filled her womanly sanctum, channeling pure sensation into her tenderest flesh; the experience defied explanation or comprehension. It was as though her leafy paramour was ejaculating the essence of ten-thousand orgasms into her at once; indeed the dark-haired human could not even tell if she had orgasmed herself! Was the sweet, copious ejaculate that glistened luridly against her toned thighs from a woman's body, or was it more of the plant's sex-nectar?
Viviana neither knew nor cared. As it ever was with the Dryads and their trees, the mere moment it touched her sexual core; she was buried beneath an avalanche of bliss that had no conclusion, no increase. There was no building up towards climax; when the plant buried its pleasure-givers within her womb, she has carried to a sensory level higher than mere orgasm, stimulation far less should have brought on the spurting, the slickness, the release of female lubricant as her girl-cum eased the path for impregnation for some lucky sperm.
She had almost forgotten the pleasure to come. With each impact, with each planting of the precious Dryad seeds, she lost some measure of herself. She became devoted, with each thrust, to caring for, nurturing the new life within her womb.
"One..."
"Two!"
"Th-nn..." she gurgled in primal bliss. "F-four!"
"N-nahh! F-fi..." her grunts became fearsome, inhuman, beastial, as her sweat-slicked body glistened beneath a shiny layer of sexual fluids. "SEVEN!" came the howl.
What Joy! What a blessing! This was why the humans had told the Dryad legends, the women seemed so dependent upon their trees; and so they were! But not for life; for the pleasure! The ecstasy of the impregnation; the exaltation as the tree chose to implant more, and more of its precious seeds!! Before, she had only carried three at a time; yet the Tree was pleased! It now deemed her worthy to nurture seven of its precious seeds! The new women; those just recently implanted, were given only one seed in their wombs, perhaps two if they were exceptionally voluptuous. The Tree needed to invest its seeds wisely; depending on how quickly she fed them, how well they were nurtured, how soon she birthed the matured offspring, the Tree might decide to give her more seeds for care. It trusted Viviana! It trusted her to nurture seven of its precious spawn! She would not disappoint her lover; she had grown wise in the ways of procurement; she knew that especially now, with Spring Break in full swing, she could provide the seeds with their proper nourishment:
Male Sperm. And busty, sultry Viviana would not fail.
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Lisa felt a slight tingle in her pussy. Although she had attracted the attention of more than enough human males to become fully impregnated; her baseline state of scarcely contained nymphomania sent shivers through her at the site of the human woman under such sexual onslaught. The gravid fairy rubbed the mound above her own pussy in subconscious sympathy with the rapturous ravishing that was going on inside the Greenhouse.
