Allow yourself to be pulled up

Weighing up your options, you decide to take your chances with this odd woman over a possibly fatal fall down the hill. The vine brings you back to the edge before her hands reach out, grabbing you and throwing you to the floor behind her. Before you can react more vines burst from the ground restraining your arms and legs to the floor.

You look to the bush and can only make out the green eyes staring back at you. “Erm, hello?” You ask, trying to hide the panic in your voice, while the eyes just watch you inquisitively. “...thanks for the save back there, but do you think you could free me?” You start to doubt this woman can understand you when she starts walking towards you from the bush, it’s leaves seem to caress her body, no longer demonstrating the sharp catchy attributes that more or less shredded your clothing. As the woman draws nearer you realise parts of her body are seemingly covered in leaves, or possibly made of it, as you can’t tell where the leaves end and her skin truly begins.

Stopping just before your feet you’re given a great view of her body, as well as a strangely sweet smell in the air that seems to emanate from her. She’s short, barely pushing five foot coupled with a young looking face it’s hard to pinpoint her age, though you wouldn’t guess more than 18. Her skin, where free from leaves, is a deep green becoming paler around her face atop which sits an unkept mess of hair, flowing down her back, over a pleasantly juicy set of ass cheeks and stopping just short of her ankles. Small but pert breasts stick out from her chest, you’d guess a b or maybe c cup. It dawns on you how her hair resembles the vine that grasped you leg, small flowers running down it’s length make it look more like an entwined bunch of roots than fine strands of hair.

The woman for her part seems unfazed by your obvious ogling of her body until a slight twitch beneath what remains of your pants catches her attention. Staring at this beautiful creature appears to have stirred something in your loins and the sweet smell that’s been surrounding you seems to be getting stronger. As your cock becomes more erect beneath your pants it’s impossible to hide the bulge forming, the woman eyes it curiously before her hair seems to grow, meeting the floor it snakes over to you, piercing and wrapping into the fabric of your clothes they are pulled in opposite directions shredding the remaining fabric and leaving your throbbing erection exposed before her.

She eyes your pulsing meat curiously, as if not sure what to make of it, before the extended tendrils of her hair move towards it, one strand wrapping around it from the base and the other circling your balls, drawing them to the bottom of the sack before gently pulling them away as if testing how strongly attached they are, only stopping when you elicit a small grunt of pain as your cords are stretched a little to far.

The vine on your cock gives a few experimental tugs, wrapping around the length of it and lightly probing the head with its scratchy tip, causing it to twitch and swell further. Seemingly satisfied with this response, the woman steps forward standing just above your cock before looking as she’s made her mind up on something.