You Feel a Crack At Your Shoulder

You feel a crack at your shoulder, and a moment later your arm snaps free in Nealie's grasp. Your delicate body couldn't endure her incredible strength, and a moment later, the tree pulls you into the wriggling sarcophagus.

Your nose smells nothing but that incredible honey. Your tongue tastes nothing but the spice and sweet of the trees blood and nectar.

Thousands of tentacles tickle, tease, and intertwine with your body. You feel them delve into your body, and you moan lustily, in spite of yourself. You... You can feel the tree? It feels good. Your body flushes with arousal as a knotted clump of tentacles delves into your pussy and begins to thrust. A dozen others tickle your breasts. you feel one slip up your nostril, just as another wiggles around the nape of your neck. Your thigh is caressed by a hundred little nubs, and your ass is invaded by long rope like tendrils.

It's too much! You can't take it! You try to cry out, but find you cant. Tears of sweet nectar drip out of your eyes as you writhe in the sensory assault of the darkness.

Nothing makes sense. You can't tell up from down. You can't tell where you end and the tree begins. All there is, is the tree. All there is is this powerful sensory tsunami that washes away all conscious thought. Time fades away, and the sensations devolve into eternity.

A strange thump thump thump seems to echo out and a moment later, a single eye catches a brief glimpse of light?

You moan pitifully, and a second later you tumble from the tree, like a newborn babe, with a thousand umbilical cords. You shiver as something wipes away at the little strands, pulling them from your body, and you look up just in time to see Nealie. She holds you tight, and cries in relief... You can only reciprocate as you hold her and the two of you sit in the shadow of the dead tree.

You're not sure when you broke the embrace. You're not sure when you stood. You're not sure when Nealie fixed your arm. But you realize something... You're walking.