More 'quality time' with the treants

When the Shadow Hunter woke up, she found herself being carried by one of the treants as they lumbered through the forest. She was sore all over, as well as sticky with the fluids that her tree-like captors had covered her in when they came. Venus knew she should attempt to escape but she was far too tired to make the attempt. The treants had worn her out with their sexual prowess and thus she would need to wait for her moment if she had any hopes of escaping.

One thing that Venus learned about treants during this time was that they were very ponderous when they wanted to be. They were traveling somewhere to meet with druids, from what she had heard, but little else was said on the matter. There wasn't very much discussion between all of them. Instead, the living trees preferred to spend their time having sex with her.

The first day, the group stopped in a lovely little glade where Venus found a pond. The treants allowed her to bathe, watching with those yellow eyes as she washed their cum from her body. She found the lack of privacy at once frustrating and exhilarating. Once she was finished, stepping from the once clear water now slightly murky with treant jizz, they approached and began to take her.

Knowing that resistance against these creatures was pointless, especially now that she had no weapons with which to combat them, Venus gave up on fighting back and simply let them have their way with her. As with the night before, the treants fucked her with incredible skill and the sort of experience only such ageless creatures could accumulate. Before the end, the Shadow Hunter wasn't simply assenting to their desires, but eagerly taking part in the activity, moaning as she slurped upon one of the mighty pricks of her tree-like masters while two others expertly drilled her other holes.

Once most of the treants had satisfied themselves upon her supple, young, body, Venus was left alone with their leader, the same treant who had first captured and **** her. She learned that his name was Yrmgrrl, a rather difficult appellation for her to pronounce with her human tongue. Thus he suggested, while she serviced him with her mouth, that she call him 'Master'. In her position, lips wrapped about the tip of his prick, sucking up the thick, honey-like, cum that spurted out onto her tongue, she wasn't able to suggest otherwise.

This became Venus' routine for the next week. Traveling with the treants, stopping to clean and eat, then being fucked by each of them before being left to pleasure Yrmgrrl. If the attentions of the others weren't enough, the leader of them would take her again and again until she was exhausted. It seemed there would be no opportunity for her to escape from the treants, but worse than that Venus began to find herself wondering if she even wanted to.