Ritual of Trees
From Create Your Own Story
You whisper in a druidic tongue that calls to the trees around you. It's an ancient language of long, slow syllables. Poetically, you beseech the trees to welcome you into their world, to experience the tranquillity of being united with the earth, steadfast and passive. Roots spring out of the ground and bind you down at your limbs. Your legs and arms are wrapped entirely in roots, which spread you out in an "X" shape.
Gently, vines untangle from the trees and slither toward you like snakes. They poke and prod your body, leaking thick tree sap with strong earthy smells. Some slather the sap onto your body, covering your skin in sap. They trace their way to your nipples and suction themselves there, tugging and churning your sensitive points as they try to break free and spread their sap.
In your other holes the trees act no less invasive. Though gentle, the vines don't consider your comfort at all as they trail into your vagina and rectum. Your mouth they hesitate at, as you still must finish the chant, but as soon as your call to the trees finishes, they insert themselves. You've heard about what the trees do once their inside you, and you believe it. The vines stuffing your throat with their sap choke you as they fill out deeper and deeper. You use breathing techniques through your nose to deal with it, but with so much sap in your mouth it's a delicate balance.
Coming up from above, multiple vines writhe in your ass as they make their way to your stomach. You bulge and leak as you're packed with sap. The substance can hardly be called a fluid. It's thicker than honey, and stickier too. You feel bloated once the vine meet at the center in your stomach, pumping you full of its magical sap. Your grin and bear it all, but the vine in your pussy threaten to break your resolve. They coil within you and shoot cold stream of sap. The more that sticks to the walls of your vagina, the more they're able to jerk your insides around. The only thing keeping you from losing it is how wet you've become, which gives some lubrication to the vines.
After ten minutes, the trees drag you down into the earth, planting you like a seed. You emerge a few minutes later, all the sap completely washed out of your body. Your skin is still soft but it has a bark-like pattern on it, and you feel attuned to the trees of the forest. Now you can begin your duties.
