Till Next Time 1

His carmine eyes fluttered open from his dreams as he sensed an abrupt twitch against his mind. Almost immediately, his curious cock followed suit. He was all too familiar with the signals of life the forest sent him every waking hour--the vines alerting him to any sign of movement, whether it be a squirrel carrying its food to the canopy above or a young buck rubbing its antlers on a nearby tree. He had grown intimate with the motions of the woods; able to distinguish them well enough from each other that more often than not neither he nor his member paid mind to most of them. The fall of a human footstep against the vines--his vines--, however, was a sensation that could wake him from the deepest sleep, as it just had.

Quietly, he slid himself up from the mossy bed he'd crafted into the side of the burrow he called his home. Brushing aside a few strands of chestnut hair that had fallen into his face, he blinked the sleep from his eyes. He peered towards the entrance to the surface--the golden light shining through the gaps in the vines serving as a door hinting that it was likely just before sundown. A little bit of an early rise for him, but what a better way to start his day. As his long, bare body rose from the bed, his morning wood rose with him. He had no intention of letting it go down anytime soon.

He felt another motion coming from the vines outside, but this time it was akin to a soft stroke. Someone must be curious, he mused to himself while a soft grin grew on the corners of his lips. Why not play back? He closed his eyes and without hesitation, he became the forest above. He felt the moisture in the grass beneath him, the warm, ebbing glow of sunset around him, and, most importantly, he felt footsteps. Delicate and inquisitive--if not a little precarious. Like whoever was nearby was just here to take in the scenery. A happy fool with nowhere to be and no one to come looking for them. The grin that had been forming on his face stretched into a full smile.

That smile was like pure electricity through the vines, causing them to pulsate eagerly; hungrily. It had been mating season for going on a month now, and not a soul had bothered to venture out this way. He had spent every night up until this very moment venturing towards the nearest town to watch the women of the village from the outskirts. As their sensuous bodies would gather to dance together by bonfire in the square on certain nights, he could almost taste their decadence. Summer's evening heat dripping down their chests, glimmering in the dim lights; their sips of wine breaking down their walls until their laughter would sometimes become moans as pairs would slip off together into the shadows--it was enough to make him feral.

There was one, softer than the rest with curves that resembled clouds, who never went off with the others for their secret trysts. He had wondered what kept her so reserved, but as he watched her smile and laugh and gaze into the fire in the square when no one was looking--he didn't care. All he knew was that he wanted to be the one that broke down the walls the midsummer wine would not--that drew the soft moans from her throat and made her gasp as the walls beneath her skirt opened desperately for him, begged him to spread her open and fill--

He shook his head, realizing he was daydreaming. He didn't have time to daydream right now. The vines above him had been moving restlessly as his mind had been reeling about the girl, and suddenly he was aware that they were wrapping firmly around whoever was outside. He tapped back into the senses of the forest and felt a heartbeat coming from what the vine was pressing against--where the vine was pressing against. It was supple, warm, and wet, and reaching deeper into the senses, he realized it was sweet. With his own ears he heard a soft gasp and grass rustling directly outside the cave's entrance. His hunger surged and he poured his full attention into the movement and senses of the vines. Moving them up and down the body, he felt smooth curves bending themselves over towards the burrow. He used the vines to explore the body outside, running them sensually over what he discovered was a perfect, round ass and soft, petite tits. The vine that had tasted the sweetness, just below her ass, probed further, pressing firmly against her core until it gave way.

The blood in his cock throbbed as he felt the vine slide into her warm walls. Her slick interior hugged the ridges of the vine as it wriggled inside of her. He heard her sweet whimper from above, followed by her mouth opening to pant something out. Immediately he ordered the vine tracing her tits to the opening, and a startled and muffled gag could be heard. He savored the vibrations of the moans coming from the back of her throat as he used the vines to his whims--pumping in and out of her creamy hole. His cock pounded and he could no longer resist the temptation to see his indulgent victim. The vines covering the tunnel unraveled and he stepped forward into the dim light.

There, on all fours and eyes rolling into the back of her head like she couldn't bear for it to end, was the restrained girl from the dances at the village. Her dark hair fell in curls around her flushed face, and drool leaked down her chin as the vines continued to pump in and out of her. His eyes narrowed in on the scene, and his hand immediately reached for his cock, squeezing its solid length so hard he could feel his own heartbeat in his hand. The vines in her throat and dripping pussy thrusted away, and his hand stroked greedily at his cock in tandem. The vines stroking and wrapping eagerly around her legs and arms tightened as the vines inside her neared their finish. With one final pump, they released the breeding hormones, a pink viscous liquid that leaked down her thighs and face, and withdrew. She was left limp in her disheveled sundress on the forest floor, save for the firm grip the remaining vines had around her extremities. Her chest heaved, and whimpers escaped her mouth as her alertness returned. Her eyes, blurred with tears and lust, peered up at him for the first time.

Her eyebrows, weak and furrowed, raised in senseless confusion. Her lips parted, as if to start a question, but he cut her off with a smug grin and said, "Looks like they finished. Don't worry though. You'll enjoy it." With her eyebrows still furrowed, she panted out, "What... do you... mean?" He explained the breeding hormones to her, letting her know that her already ravished body was about to become much more agreeable, if that were possible. "Do you feel it yet, love?" He said, his tone insatiable. Flustered, she stuttered out, "F-feel what, Daddy?" A look of bewilderment crossed her face, like the words that had just left her lips were not her own. He noticed her breathing had become shallow, and the skin on her chest deepened into a splotchy pink. The dew on her skin left by her escapade with the vines had begun wandering down her neck into the low-cut neckline of her dress. He sniffed the air faintly, and a dark glimmer appeared in his eyes, pupils dilating, at the heady aroma drifting from between her legs. He took that as a undeniable "yes". At the moment, he directed the vines clinging to her body to suspend her in the air in front of him. She let out a panicked yelp, an expression of pure terror and confusion masking her normally genial face. His cock twitched excitedly at the fun he was only beginning to have with the now-truly-restrained girl, and he began to approach her. He saw her eyes flicker down to his lengthy cock, a fleeting look of impression and hunger dancing across them, and when she looked back up at him, his face was in hers.

The moment her eyes met his, his hand thrusted for her soaked mound. She sucked in a gasp, and the air around them seemed to go quiet for a moment, like she had stolen every semblance of sound from the woods. He could feel her heart racing through her legs and arms, and her pussy jumped at the sudden warmth against it. He let the silence grow, a smirk playing on his lips, as her gentle but baited breaths counted the seconds until his next move. "I need to breed, dear. It's mating season, and you just so happened to stumble into my hunting grounds." Her bloodshot eyes widened into a look of desperation. "Please, no, I can't breed. I--I don't even know what's going on. Please, just let me--". Cutting her off, he grabbed her face so that her flushed cheeks turned white. He pressed his lips close to her ear, letting a breath fall on them, before whispering softly, "It's like a drug. You'll love every second of this."

Without a moment's hesitation, with one hand he hitched the skirt of her dress up and drove his length into the warmth of her cunt. His other hand wrapped around the small of her back firmly, and she let out a squeal that broke the silence she had made. Suddenly, the forest around them hummed with all the feral sounds of a midsummer's eve. The way her walls gripped to his cock as he began to thrust with a year's worth of lust made it impossible for his eyes not to roll toward the sky that was beginning to show the first signs of stars. The vines began to assist with his movements, bringing her body down onto his cock over and over. With each thrust, her head threw itself back in ecstasy, exposing her soft, pale neck. His heated passion overwhelmed him as he sunk his teeth into it.

The man's unruly desire took hold and a vine from the ground snaked up her leg decisively, running its soft tip across the crease of her ass. He felt her body shiver and her mouth open to moan, and, quickly, he directed the vine to her throat. As he continued to bounce her yielding body up and down on his cock she began to suck on the vine greedily, and he relished in her complete submission to him. Spit flowed down the vine with every thrust, and after another pump he quickly withdrew it from her mouth. Her eyes pleaded for him to put it back, but before she had a chance to realize his next move, the vine was already shoving itself deep between her asscheeks, spreading her eager hole with no resistance. The girl's back arched against his arm as she let out a howl that sent the birds above them fleeing into the sky. Her face erupted into pure ecstasy as her holes sucked him in.

Cries continued to erupt from between her lips, which only intensified his desire. Every thrust into her holes produced a soft squelching sound that drove him wild, so much so that he lowered the girl to the ground and rolled her swiftly onto her stomach. The vines readjusted around her limbs to put her into the position he wanted--no, needed-- her in. Two grabbed her firmly by the wrists and yanked her front half forward onto the moss. Two more wrapped around her waist, lifting her ass into a perfect submission, while two more restrained her thighs at attention. Finally, he brought a vine down from the canopy above, which launched itself around her neck, jerking her head back. The curves of her milky ass, rising up into the air for him in the looming moonlight, combined with the expectant whimpers coming from her with each position, was too much to simply admire.

He forced the length of his cock into her depths, and she screamed hungrily. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her to him in a rhythm he hadn't known he could make prior to that moment. Watching her squirm and squeal was intoxicating, and with one final moan from her, he rammed another vine into her mouth. Over and over, he was bewitched by every inch of his cock that her sweet pussy could take--every inch of vine her throat could swallow. Reaching over her, he wrapped one arm around her neck and the other around her waist. They moaned in synchrony as his thrusts varied between slow and fast, until finally, he couldn't last any longer. His head began to cloud, and lips began to tingle as the vine pumped more of the hormone into her body. With one final thrust, stars clouded his vision, and his seed spilled into her.

She heard birds singing first, then became aware of the moss against her cheek. Her eyes squinted open, and she found herself lying belly down on the forest floor. She rolled over and sat up, peering into the dim woods around her. The sky was just beginning to lighten above her, and much of the forest was still dark. She stumbled to her feet. Her sundress was damp at the front, which she raised to her nose to sniff--it was sweet. The longer she stood, the wetness dripping from between her legs was impossible not to notice. Suddenly, the night before came rushing to her. She looked around frantically for the man, spinning in a circle, but he was nowhere to be found. In fact, as the forest began to lighten, she realized that she was nowhere to be found. None of her surroundings were familiar, and a brief moment of panic flitted across her face. Was it all a dream? She hitched up her skirt and warily began to wander forward, following the direction of the sun home. She hoped it wasn't a dream.

From the shadows of the forest, the man watched her shuffle her way through the undergrowth. "Till next time," he thought to himself.