The flora of the forest

Before she could do anything, a vine had wrapped itself around Viviana’s ankle. It yanked and pulled her off her path and along the forest floor. The witch couldn’t help but scream. This was a new horror of the woods that she hadn’t heard anything about before. She had no idea what to expect.

The forest soon revealed exactly what had captured Viviana. She was being pulled into a tangle of vines. The main stem wrapped tight around a dying tree, casting off tendrils across the forest floor. It looked like she was being pulled toward a maw out of which probably 50 vines extended. The maw looked ready to swallow her whole as more tendrils reached out to grab ahold of the witch’s limbs. She tried to struggle, pulling free of one or two only for four or five to take their place. She was thrown against the tree and heard it creak under the **** exerted by the vine creature. It moved with an intelligence she didn’t expect, binding her to the trunk hard and fast.

For a moment, everything was still. Then she felt the thing begin to spread her legs wider. She screams again as two, smaller tendrils wind their way around her breasts, making them stand out obscenely like they’d been tied with rope. The vines around her tits began to squeeze and she watched as two, thin tendrils peeled off from the mother vine to encircle her nipples. They stood out hard in the cold night air, so the vine had no trouble teasing them. Viviana struggled against the creature, but she couldn’t deny what it was doing felt good. She’d alway enjoyed having her tits played with. And this thing seemed to know exactly what to do.

She twitched again as she felt a phallic object at her entrance. As much as she could, she looked down to see her legs spread obscenely and a vine pressing against her pussy. Did this thing mean to fuck her? To what end? She screamed as it began to enter her. It was thick and she wasn’t ready. The pain was blinding. Suddenly she felt something thrust into her mouth. Another vine had plunged into her throat, silencing her. She struggled to breath, but found that even with the thing invading her throat she wasn’t wholly cut off from the air. She tasted something sweet in her mouth. As she salivated around the invader, the ichor the vine seemed to be releasing entered her bloodstream. She found herself starting to relax.

The thing in her pussy pressed deep against her cervix. She felt a pleasurable burning sensation between her legs and she realized she was absorbing more of the vine’s ichor through her cunt. As her body relaxed more, she realized she was also getting more and more turned on. Her brain went hazy as the thing began to thrust in and out of her. The pleasure taking over her body was only intensifying and she could feel her higher level thought leaking out of her increasingly wet pussy. She only lubricated more and more until her own juices mixed with that of the vine and dripped down the appendage fucking her.

Viviana came explosively as the thing continued to thrust harder and faster. She squirted onto the forest floor, something she rarely did but which she couldn’t contain today. She felt the tendril inside her pussy expand as it absorbed her juices, stretching her more deeply. If it weren't for the tendril in her throat her screams would echo throughout the forest. She shook against her bondage, thrashing as the pleasure crashed through her body. The vines around her breasts squeezed even harder, intensifying the sensations coming from her nipples. It felt like her climax would never stop.

She felt a heat deep in her womb and realized something was happening. The thing was excreting something new. She saw as her belly began to swell from the sheer volume of whatever it was depositing inside her. A wail of fear cut through her screams of pleasure. If she were impregnated by this thing she could lose her magic. The idea that her magic would siphon off into some vine’s offspring rather than her own daughter was horrifying to her. Would whatever it was planting inside her even count? She had no idea. But the last thing she wanted was to find out.

The tendril stayed inside her as her belly swelled with the thing’s seedlings. It plugged her hole so not one could escape. She felt the heat of the creature beginning to grow anew inside her womb. It writhed inside her. She could see the shape of vines begin to grow and twist through her stomach. It was agonizing as it grew. It stretched her stomach, distending her horribly.

She was dimly aware of something pressing against her asshole, but was too overcome with other sensations to really notice. But, when it entered her, her eyes went wide. She’d never had anything up her ass before, it was too dirty for her to even consider. But now she felt the vine’s ichor begin to seep out inside her anus and the warm pleasure began to spread again. It began to pump slowly, almost agonizingly. She was stretched to her limit by the creature as it began to pleasure her anew. And she was being pleasured. She was ashamed, but it felt too good for her to ignore. Her tight little asshole was stretched to the limit for the first time.

It wasn’t long before she was moaning. It was a deep, throaty sound that resonated against the tendril in her throat. It was impossible to deny how pleasurable this anal fucking was. She was shocked she’d never considered something that could make her feel so good. As she drew closer and closer to climax, she felt the mass inside her begin to move in a different way. It pressed against the lower part of her womb and she realized it was pressing for release. She moaned as the contractions began. Her body readied itself to push the creature’s offspring from her body. The tendril plugging her pussy began to thrust again, in time with the one in her ass, and that pushed her over the edge.

She squirted again, going limp against the vines holding her to the tree trunk. She felt totally drained as her juices spilled over the forest floor but she knew she had to stay conscious. With each wave of pleasure, she felt the impulse to push. She realized that the vines had vacated her holes, making way for her progeny.

It felt slick as it exited her pussy, spilling out tendril by tendril. She screamed against the vine in her throat as she pushed the thing from her womb. Finally it all spilled out on the forest floor. The mass writhed as it struck out, moving of its own accord into the depths of the woods. Viviana felt the other tendrils begin to withdraw from her, releasing her breasts and leaving her throat.

She fell forward to the forest floor once again, drained after two explosive orgasms and a strange kind of birth. She took stock of herself. It was said that when a witch gave birth she lost her magic. Did that count? She wasn’t sure.