Yrmgrrl claims Venus as his own

The day greeted Venus as it had every other, laying against the massive frame of the leader of the treants. He carried her while they marched on through the woods, seeking a place to stop which they found near a stream. Yrmgrrl set the Shadow Hunter down while he and the other treants simply stood by and waited. Already knowing the routine, Venus plodded into the cold water and began cleaning herself of any sticky traces of the previous night's activities.

Their yellow eyes were focused upon her, enjoying her generous curves and the way the water made her pale skin glisten in the morning light. It was no wonder that they enjoyed fucking her each night. It made their servitude to the druids bearable, though they knew they would have to return soon. However, their leader was beginning to think differently on that matter. As he watched Venus bathe, the mighty treant realized that he had become quite enamored with his human captive. It would be a waste to offer up such a lovely, eager, creature to the druids.

When she was finished washing up, Venus left the stream and approached the group. Several of the treants approached and she began to take up her usual position to receive them when Yrmgrrl raised one large hand, signaling them to stop. The huntress blinked, confused, watching on her knees as the treants began speaking to one another in their own tongue. It sounded like deep, rumbling, growls mixed with the groaning of heavy branches to her and she could not understand any of it.

As the discussion amongst her tree-captors ended, they began stepping back except for Yrmgrrl. He turned toward Venus, his crooked mouth turning into a smile as he looked down upon her. "Little fleshling," he spoke in the common tongue so that she could understand him. "You have proven to be quite an exceptional creature. I will not take you to the druids. No, I want to make you mine."

The Shadow Hunter was rather shocked by this declaration. Did the treant have feelings for her? Even Venus had to admit at his statement of 'making her his', her heart fluttered with desire and possibly something more. They had barely said a word to one another since he had caught her, unless all the moaning and begging she had done in the last week counted. Venus was compelled to ask, "What do you mean?"

Yrmgrrl's green vine-like cock extended out from his body, growing rigid beneath her gaze. A shiver of hunger ran through her and Venus momentarily thought back to the past few days she had spent pleasuring him in every way she could imagine. It seemed to her that he had made her his rather thoroughly.

"I want to plant my seed inside of you, little human." The treant's jagged maw almost seemed to be grinning as he saw her confusion. "I have cum in you, yes, but you have not received my true seed. I would make such an extraordinary creature as you mine and give you my children. What do you say to that?"