You know that every second counts, but your exhaustion has left you in no position to help anyone. Maybe in the morning you will be better prepared for the battle to come.
“Sure, I’ll stay with you,” you tell them with a smile.
The dryads cheer loudly at your decision and take your bundle of clothes and pack from you. They invite you deeper into the forest, where they live. As you travel inward, the canopy blocks more and more light. Yet, the girls are happy, giggling and singing. They seem to have recovered already from the orgy.
You are brought to a spot in the forest with enormous trees growing together. It is a magnificent sight, but you don’t see any shelter.
In awe of the trees, you say, “It’s so beautiful here. I’ve never seen trees like this before. Oh, and thank you for your hospitality.” You felt your mother entering the conversation a little bit at the end.
“Thank you,” says one dryad. “We love when new people come to the forest— especially when that person is as talented at sex as you.”
You blush in modesty at the comment and realize you are still naked.
“Thank you for the compliment, but you gals did most of the work.”
Another dryad states, “Don’t worry about that. We’ll have plenty of time to enjoy sex fully once you become one of us.”
You start to say something, but stop when that last statement sinks in. “Um…what do you mean?”
Suddenly, vines from the giant trees circle around your arms and legs. You try to fight them off, but you are still too tired from the sex battle.
“We are going to make you one of us,” the dryad states cheerfully. “We’re glad you like your new home. And you did say you wanted to stay with us.”
You try to tell them you only meant for the night, but you are too busy fighting off vines and branches. One of the large trees opens up a hole like a large mouth as you are pushed towards it. You fight desperately while dragging your feet to slow down, but nothing helps. More vines circle your torso and thighs, brushing briefly along your still recovering sensitive areas. The sensation distracts you for just a second, but it is enough. The vines push you completely into the tree, which promptly closes shut.
The insides of the tree are warm and moist. You are floating in a green, spongy substance and there is only dim lighting. It feels like you are back in the womb. You try to break free, but find you cannot move and inch. The substance permeates through your skin and enters every orifice. You feel the same inner warmth of the tree and feel drowsy. Slowly, you submit to your fate and fall into a deep trance-like sleep. You dream of life in the forest, growing from a single seed, digging roots to find water, taking energy from the sun, and becoming a towering tree. You see the beautiful dryads dance along the branches. They protect the forest from danger, but spend most of their time in enjoying the pleasures of their flesh. You feel peaceful and one with the forest. All other cares slip away.
When you emerge from the tree, you are greeted by the girls once again. You look at your hand and find your skin is now a pale green in color. Your hair is now more a deep purple like the petals of a flower.
“Welcome back, sister dryad!” one girl exclaims. “It has taken a few years, but now you have joined with the forest.”
You smile and walk into their open arms. You can feel their caresses and you give as much as you get. You look forward to a long life with your sister dryads in the heart of the forest.
But what about Amy? Is she still alive? Or did something get her too? These thoughts never enter your head. You are content to live the sensual life of a dryad and have abandoned your humanity. You will become a slave to the dark master like the other dryads, but it will not matter to you.
Your journey is over. |