Wooden lust

As she continued wandering into the mist, the arousal started to progressively come back, to the dismay of Eleanor. She had nothing left to remove, how could she calm down the heat now? She tried to think about other things to ignore it, but the constantly changing thick mist made that a hard task.

Fortunately, something soon appear on the horizon, breaking the monotony, something looking like a lonely person. "That must be Agnes", Eleanor though as she rushed toward the lone figure. But as she got close to it, she realized this was not her friend, simply a dead tree. A bit disappointed, she resumed her journey through the mist.

Over time, more and more trees started to appear. This was still far from a forest, but it quickly became impossible to watch any direction without seeing three or four of those leafless trees. Even stranger, their shapes were feeling more and more familiar, their leafless branches mimicking the posture of a man. Soon, the bark itself seemed to change, turning the dull, wooden surfaces into complex mazes of roots and wood that her mind couldn’t help but associate with faces. This tree almost looked like a wooden version of Gregor, the farmer from down her street; this one was just like mister Sanfeld, the mayor, it even got his lame posture right. And there: these two trees were just like her brother and her father.

"No, my brain must be playing tricks on me", she thought. But her reason could not deny what her eyes were seeing. The wooden faces of the tree were smiling, their carved eyes blinking somehow, and she could swear that some of the tree themselves were slowly moving. And in the midst of all of that, the arousal she felt earlier was back, more intense than ever. Probably intensified by these strange trees taking more and more suggestive poses, and silently inviting her to succumb to her hidden fantasies, inside their gnarled arms.

She tried to resist the temptation, but another figure appeared in a nearby tree and pushed her over the edge. It was David, Agnes’ big brother, for whom Eleanor had always had a crush. She had always tried to ignore the signals from her heart towards David, fearing that it would taint her relationship with Agnes, but today she didn’t care. This place has twisted her mind, and Agnes was nothing more than a distance memory for the young woman, her mind ready to satisfy fantasies that had been reproved for too long.

Anxiously, she touched the wooden face in front of her. At this point, it was no longer surprising that it didn’t felt like wood at all, but soft and warm. With her eyes closed, it almost seemed like she was touching a real human being. All of this excited her even more and pushed her closer toward the humanoid tree. She was drowning in its branches, her fingers running through the bark but, to her mind twisted by this place, she was held lovingly by the arms of David, while caressing what she felt like a human body.

As she continued fondling with whom she believed to be David, her hands suddenly came to a stop. She knew, deep down, that what she felt was just a branch, but the shape, the position… she couldn’t help but thinking she had stumbled across his penis. She had never touched one but, at this moment, she was completely disinhibited, and immediately got to her knee before starting to suck the thick member. It was her first time doing this, but anyone seeing her would have never guessed. Her mouth was running back and forth on the branch like she had been doing it her whole life, and the intended result was there: she wooden was growing in her mouth, just like the real thing.

At some point, she had a sudden moment of lucidity and saw herself, on her knees, in front of a group of strange humanoid trees, busy sucking the wooden shaft of one who happened to look like her crush. What would people in the village think about her? Or her parents? How would they react to their daughter, naked in the middle of the most dangerous place they knew, showing off her new-found blowing skill to a bunch of supernatural entities? How would Agnes react?

Agnes! She had almost forgotten about her, but the sudden reminiscence of her friend allowed Eleanor to snap back to reality. She tried to stop her sucking and get back up, but without success. Nothing was holding her head, but a strange **** was locking her on the wooden shaft. Meanwhile, she was feeling the member getting bigger and bigger and, soon, it started shaking. She had a fairly clear idea of what was going to happen and had no intention of letting the tree expel its seed (or whatever it was) in her mouth, yet she found herself incapable of stopping it. The wooden David shook on last time, and a mysterious black liquid erupted from its mockery of a penis, filling all of Eleanor’s mouth.

Her task accomplished, she finally managed to free herself, trying to spit as much of the black goo on the ground, before raising her head. The scenery was still the same, the mist covering the whole place, barely letting her see the desolate ground. But what she managed to see was the trees. They were still there, but they were now all pointing a specific direction with their arm-branches. She turned her head in the direction pointed and finally saw it, wondering how she could have missed it.