A short while later a large, tightly woven ball of vines rolled out of the treeline and stopped in front of the porch. The ball opened like a flower. Inside was Jess. Naked, covered in golden sap, hair a mess, eyes glassy. She looked wrecked and high at the same time.
One of the fae floated beside her.
“She did well,” the fae said.
The vines carried her inside and put her in the shower. Water was already warm. I stayed close while the vines and moss cleaned the worst of the sap off her. She didn’t fight it. Once she was clean I wrapped her in a towel and took her back out to the porch. We sat her between us and pulled a blanket over all three of us. Nobody spoke for a while. The air was cool. The forest was quiet.
After a few minutes her breathing settled. She was still out of it, but the worst had passed. We just sat there under the blanket while the forest calmed down around us.
Eventually I stood, lifted Jess, and carried her inside. I laid her on the bed and pulled a light cover over her. One of the smaller fae settled near the headboard and watched. We left them and went back out for a while before turning in ourselves.
Some time later the small fae from the bedroom came to us. Jess was gone. She had followed the lights out into the trees and the path had closed behind her.
I felt the shift through the forest at the same time. Something sharper was already waiting. We got up and went out after her.
The forest guided us. Soft lights drifted between the trees, fainter than the ones that had drawn Jess, but clear enough to follow. The same sweet scent hung in the air. It felt almost careful, like the forest knew it had let things go further than they should have and was trying to bring us to her without delay.
We found her in a small clearing. The gentler vines were already on her, slow and patient, guiding and touching. She wasn’t fighting hard. Nyra was there at the edge of the darker trees, watching. At first her dark vines only brushed against the gentler ones, testing, joining them in small ways that could almost look like cooperation. The softer vines didn’t fight it. They just made room.
We stayed at the edge of the clearing and watched.
Then she pushed further. A few of her vines slid in alongside the ones already on Jess, matching their rhythm so the change felt natural. Only when Jess had relaxed into it did Nyra start taking proper control.
The ground under Jess softened. Her first step sank deeper than it should have. When she pulled her foot free, thick soft moss was already wrapped around her ankle like a cuff, cool and slightly damp. The darker vines slid over it a moment later and locked in place with firm pressure. She tried the other foot. Same thing. Each step felt heavier. The ground took more of her weight and gave less back. Soon she was sinking to the knee with every step and having to use her hands to drag her legs free. The effort burned in her thighs. She tired fast. It wasn’t long before she was waist deep and breathing hard, the moss already climbing her hips.
More of it covered her stomach as she was drawn further down, cool against overheated skin. The vines followed and sealed each new section until only her head and neck were free. Everything from the neck down was held. Moss soft against her, vines keeping her exactly where Nyra wanted her. She tested the hold and found nothing gave.
When she finally stopped trying, the growth began to rise.
Fresh moss wrapped her as she left the earth, cool and clinging. The darker vines followed and locked each layer. By the time she was clear of the ground she was sealed in a thick living cocoon that hung like a closed, nodding bulb. Mottled dark and lighter green, only her head free. Several thick vines twisted together beneath it, taking her full weight. The slight sway made her stomach turn.
Inside, the thinner vines started to move.
They worked through the soft moss and found her skin. One slid under her breast, the touch slow enough that she felt every inch before it circled a nipple and stayed there until the peak hardened and ached. Another travelled the soft skin of her inner upper arm and into the crease of her elbow. The unexpected sensitivity made her twitch. A third traced her ribs and the hollow just below them, pressing just hard enough to make her breath hitch. More moved behind her knees and up the backs of her thighs, then into the fold where thigh met groin. A place that made her hips try to shift even though there was nowhere to go. One stroked the sole of her foot and between her toes while another found the wetness between her legs and spread it in slow passes without pushing inside. The contrast left her unsettled and sharper with every touch.
The moss kept everything cushioned. The vines kept finding new skin. The small of her back, the sides of her neck just above the seal, the thin skin over her hip bones, the underside of her breasts again. Heat built in layers. Every small movement only pressed her into the next one.
She was held like that until her breathing had gone shallow and the long teasing had done its work. Her body had stopped fighting cleanly. It kept leaning into the next touch even while some distant part of her still tried to say no. The cocoon started to move again and she felt a flicker of real fear, then something hotter underneath it. The need for whatever came next.
The thick twisted vines under the bulb drew the base upward. The whole structure tipped. Blood shifted hard behind her eyes. Her hair fell past her face. She made a small sound that was half protest and half something else. When the movement stopped she was fully inverted, head lowest, open end of the bulb pointing down, legs drawn up and spread. The pressure in her skull was constant. Every heartbeat felt too loud. She was already soaked and aching from the teasing, and the new position only made the emptiness sharper.
The lowest part of the cocoon opened with a soft wet sound. Cool air hit overheated skin. The stem split into three thick vines. Two locked tighter around her ankles and feet, keeping her spread. The third held the weight. She hung exposed and dripping. The inverted angle made everything run the wrong way. Her hips gave a small involuntary rock toward nothing.
Thin vines found her again. They pressed against her entrance and her mouth. She tried to turn her head and only managed a weak movement before they pushed inside. The ones between her legs slid deeper. Upside down, every advance felt heavier. They started to swell once they were seated. The stretch grew in waves. A muffled, needy sound escaped around the vines in her mouth even as another part of her flinched from how much she wanted it. Her hands flexed uselessly inside the sealed growth.
Inflation vines followed. Thicker. Expanding until her belly tightened and the pressure sat heavy and constant. Her legs shook. She tried to close them and the ankle vines held her open. The earlier teasing, the blood in her head, the stretch, the fullness. It all stacked. She wasn’t composed any more. Broken wet sounds kept leaving her. Her body kept pushing into the next swell even while her thoughts flipped between too much and don’t stop.
When Nyra finally paused, Jess hung inverted and dripping, twitching, still aching for more. The darker fae looked at her with quiet satisfaction.
I reached through the forest and brushed both their minds so we could feel what Jess wanted. The fight was gone. What was left was raw need. I let Nyra continue.
The third thick vine that had been support shifted. It rose, already slick with warm sap, and pressed against her. Jess felt the broader tip and a raw sound tore out of her. Half warning, half demand. It was thicker than anything that had been inside her. Nyra took her time. The vine pushed in slowly. Each inch forced her wider. Jess’s breath hitched and broke. She tried to say something and only managed broken noises as the shaft stretched her further and sank deeper. Upside down she had no way to ease it or change the angle. She felt every ridge, the heat of the sap, the way her body kept giving even when the stretch edged toward pain. A part of her was still scared. A larger part was already rocking into it, desperate for the fullness after so much teasing. The vine kept going until it was fully seated, then stayed there, thick and pulsing. She hung on it, shaking, hips trying to move, needing the pressure and hating how much she needed it.
After a while it pulled out with a wet sound. The sudden emptiness made her whimper out loud. She was left stretched, inverted, dripping, and already aching to be filled again when the structure began to move her toward the centaur.
The thick vines adjusted her height and carried her through the clearing until her open, inverted hips were level with the centaur’s head. She was brought to him crotch-first, still fully held and suspended.
He didn’t need to drop his head far. His tongue was broad, hot and rough. The first long stroke dragged from her entrance all the way up over her clit. Jess jerked hard in the restraints. He did it again, slower, pressing firmer, tasting the mix of sap and her own wetness. Then he pushed his tongue inside her, working it deep in steady thrusts while his breath warmed her. He pulled back to focus on her clit. Tight circles, then broad flat strokes, then light sucking. Every change pulled another broken sound out of her. Her thighs tried to close and couldn’t. The vines kept her open while he took his time, tasting every part of her until she was shaking and dripping onto his tongue.
His cock responded while he worked her. It thickened and rose, the flared head darkening and swelling until he was fully hard and dripping. Only then did he lift his head.
Nyra adjusted the vines. Jess was tipped and shifted until she hung in a low-shoulder, high-ass position, still suspended and bound, open and presented under him.
The broad flared tip of his cock pressed against her, hotter and heavier than the vine had been. The size difference was obvious. Jess’s breath caught.
The vines on her legs started to pull. They drew her slowly back onto him. The flared head stretched her wider than anything so far. The pressure built until the thickest part of the tip finally popped inside. Her eyes went wide, then rolled back as the vines held her there.
He started to thrust. First strokes were shallow so she could adjust. She took maybe a third of him at first. The thick shaft opened her further with every slow push. The forest kept a steady flow of slick sap between them. He worked deeper. She took half. The lower ridge of his cock started catching and rubbing her stretched entrance on every stroke, sending sharp jolts through her each time it dragged free and pushed back in.
Nyra put a hand on his flank and slowed him.
“That’s enough for now. Any deeper and she won’t walk for days. We can’t break her. She’ll come back to us on her own.”
I let the limit stand. There would be time for more later. She needed to want it, not just survive it.
He listened. The thrusts stayed long and deep but never went past halfway. The flared head kept popping in and out with wet heavy sounds. Jess was shaking, close every time it pushed back in.
After a while a smaller nub appeared above the main shaft and started leaking thick precum. Nyra felt what I wanted and brought me forward. The vines adjusted Jess’s head so her mouth was at the right height. Her mouth opened for my cock straight away. We took her from both ends. The centaur filled her with those slow heavy strokes while I fucked her throat.
The centaur came first. His cock swelled and pumped into her. The force pushed her forward onto me. The vine in my ass finished me right after. I came down her throat. She gagged and some of it spilled from the corners of her mouth.
Jess went limp. Nyra let the vines go. The forest caught her as she slid free and lowered her to the ground. I told the forest to look after her. The vines wrapped her and carried her away into the trees.
For a moment the clearing went quieter. The centaur’s presence faded. Nyra’s dark vines pulled back into the shadows.
Then the forest turned everything on you.
Vines filled every hole, thick and relentless. Others worked your tits until they were red and swollen. You were gone under it, shaking and open, making broken sounds with every thrust.
The air changed. The temperature dropped a little. The vines slowed, almost respectful.
Cernunnos stepped into the clearing in his second form. Human torso and arms, deer head and lower legs, big antlers with soft glowing moss and faint light. Glowing runes sat across his chest. His eyes were old and dark. His thick ridged cock was already hard, the head flared and wet.
He came straight to you. Big hands grabbed your hips and lifted you like you weighed nothing. He lined you up and started lowering you onto him. The flared head pressed in and the stretch hit immediately. You felt every ridge as he and gravity pulled you down his shaft until you were fully seated, stretched wide around the base.
He held you there for a moment, just feeling you. Then he started moving, lifting you and dropping you in slow heavy strokes. Every downward slide scraped those ridges inside you. His breathing got heavier. You felt the knot at the base start to swell, pressing against your entrance on every drop, wanting in.
He tried once to push it into your pussy. It was too much. He stopped, lifted you off, and turned you. The slick head pressed against your ass instead. More of the forest’s warm sap coated both of you. He worked the tip in, then more of the shaft, stretching you open with short careful thrusts. The growing knot forced you wider each time until it finally pushed past and locked deep inside.
You cried out at the sudden fullness. He made a low sound and started fucking you properly, the knot holding you in place while he thrust. Every movement tugged at the lock. His pace picked up. When he came it was with a deep roar. Hot seed flooded your ass in thick pulses while the knot kept it all sealed inside.
The pressure and the heat and the stretch tipped you over. The orgasm hit hard and tore through you until your whole body shook and your voice broke.
When it was over the forest looked after both of you the same way it had looked after Jess. Soft vines and moss cleaned the sap and sweat, calmed the overstimulated skin, and carried you back through the trees.
After the centaur the forest had taken Jess to the spring that fed the fountain. The fae kept her there for the rest of the night, washing her, giving her the restorative liquid, and watching over her as a quiet apology for letting her get so fragile. Only when she was deeply asleep and stable did they bring her back.
She was still asleep, wrapped in living moss, when the forest settled the three of us into a wide cradle of branches and thick moss high up in the canopy. Soft living blankets covered us. The first gold light was just starting to come through the leaves.
I lay in the middle with you under my right arm and Jess under my left. All three of us were warm, clean, and still faintly marked with residual sap. The forest was quiet except for the slow creak of the cradle and the first birds.
I pulled both of you closer.
“What a fun first day,” I whispered. “And we still have two more to go…”