The Dryad

As your body improves your venom/blood ratio, you become aware that you are drunkenly weaving through the woods. Where had all the little demons gone? You needed their seed... Godsdammit you needed to fuck! This wasn't even the fun kind of drunk, you had perfect clarity but your body wouldn't listen when you told it to go fuck itself. You couldn't seem to stop moving, no matter how much you wanted to drop to the ground and cum yourself into oblivion. At least the hallucinations had stopped... except for that green lady over there.

You did a double take.

The maidenly woman was sprawled on a patch of loamy soil, covered in sap and tiny barbs. You dimly recognize them as demonic in nature but you're far more interested in the naked lady herself. She barely moved, chest rising and falling fitfully while her faintly glowing eyes flickered green and yellow. She looked much smaller than before, ****, you saw no trace of the divine spark that she had manifested. She whimpered quietly and you recognized her desire, "Mas-master... don't leave... don't... need you... not... I serve... I don't serve...?"

She was obviously confused and addled by demon venom, probably whatever had gotten Indra. You're relieved you hadn't had to fight it, considering what it had done to the dryad.

Blood pulsed painfully in all your erogenous zones and before you knew it you were staggering toward the beautiful woman. A devilish thought occurred to you, so much so that you wondered if it was really your own **** mind that had first conceived it. You wanted to touch her everywhere, to feel every inch of lovely skin (bark?), but something held you back.