Guardian of the Chislewood

Guardian of the Chislewood

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Author's note:

This is fanfiction of the OC 'Akeisha' from the animator Elasid. It's also a very long one shot that is essentially one like sexual encounter with multiple scenes one after another. I recommend not reading it all at once if that bothers you, and taking it in parts. Really, it was just something to express appreciation for a really neat character and animator, as well as practise for a future elastic character. Enjoy all the same.

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Four people trudged through thick undergrowth and stepped over the twisting roots that blocked their path. They had come prepared for this, each of them wearing bright yellow backpacks stuffed with water, food, supplies, and other equipment including emergency beacons if they really got lost, though the one behind the lead - Sasha Popov - was making sure to keep a track on their bearings. That way they wouldn't have to worry about getting lost in the first place, the shoulder-length platinum haired woman jotting down their path on a topographical map projected on her hardened tablet. It was a lot more convenient than drawing it on paper. Her pale blue shirt and thick black jeans didn't seem the most appropriate attire for exploring a dense forest, but she didn't skimp on the thick black boots like the whole group wore. She sported a navy blue cap, mostly to give a little bit of extra shade to her face, because the sun didn't shine too strongly through the canopy, but the humidity was bad enough.

She might've been quite a beautiful woman - slender, tall, and almost ethereal with her smooth and pallid skin - but she wasn't shy of dirty places, and nor did she embellish herself with any jewellery. She was a navigator, not a supermodel.

"Are you sure we're going in the right direction?" the man in the front asked, one George Locke, brushing aside a spider descending down from a branch above with a disgusted face, checking his short red hair for any webs that might've got tangled in it, since he had no hat to keep his head safe. His green eyes and freckled face and slightly less pale complexion compared to Sasha were stark indicators of his Irish heritage, though his accent was almost nonexistent. His clothes were a little more practical, a button up red polo and thick polyester pants, grey in colour and covered in pockets. There was a silver ring on his index finger, something from his college days. None of them were married.

"Yes, I'm sure, the terrain matches what we've faced so far," Sasha answered with an almost exasperated tone, her blue eyes betraying her mild annoyance as they rolled.

"How can you tell anything about the terrain through all this?" the man behind her inquired sceptically. Hans Grunder, the 'pack mule' of the trip owing to both his burly frame and his meticulous packing methodology, getting as much into a backpack as possible, while perfecting the art of proper weight distribution and making the most of the straps on their bags. He had his cap on backwards, a white one for a baseball team, though the logo was so faded it was almost impossible to tell what team it was. He was bald, and so his sweat was running down his brow something fierce. His khaki shirt and shorts seemed just a little small for him, exposing his white socks that were slowly getting stained by the forest, and his thighs, demonstrating why the others had brought long sleeved clothing, with all the red marks on his skin from midge bites. They warned him there'd be a lot of biting insects, and it was better to have less exposed skin. But he was confident the repellent would be enough. It wasn't. But, he was a tough man, so he suffered through the regret without complaint. His eyes were blue, but unlike Sasha's, they were so pale as to be almost grey.

"Because I've taken the time to actually study the terrain based on the maps, and I'm keeping an eye on the slopes we deal with," Sasha retorted.

"If you say so," Lilian Bennelong answered, not sounding so sure herself. She was bringing up the rear of the little group, wearing a white polo and red cargo pants. She wanted to make it obvious that she was the team medic for this little expedition, and she wanted to stand out as well in case things went wrong. She was a fairly voluptuous woman, though it wasn't from eating in excess, rather just how her body grew. Sweat glistened off her black skin, a broad brimmed hat set on her dark, curly hair. There was a silver chain around her neck, a little faux emerald pendant hanging down in her deep cleavage. Her hazel brown eyes betrayed a hint of weariness, especially as sweat beaded down her face, but looks were deceiving, the indigenous Australian no stranger to hot and humid conditions. And nor was her backpack a burden, the woman almost as strong as Hans was.

"I do say so," Sasha shot back, starting to sound even more annoyed at the people around her doubting her ability to navigate. "If it helps, I don't want to get lost either."

"Calm down, I wasn't trying to make anything of it," Hans assured with raised hands, taking the opportunity to grab the straw of the Camelbak that each of their bags had, sipping on some water.

"Please, let's not start fighting now, it's only day two," George pleaded, while keeping his eyes ahead of him. There was a machete strapped to his backpack, just in case they needed to forge through some thick undergrowth, but so far they hadn't needed it. It was also there in case they ran into more 'aggressive' trouble.

No one exactly knew what was living in the Chislewood.

"Yes, we wouldn't want to turn back now," Sasha agreed, hoping to put an end to the nagging doubts from her fellows. "We're barely even deep enough to find anything."

"And what are we looking for?" Lilian inquired. "We spent most of Day One prepping to enter the forest, we didn't exactly get far."

"I'm sure we'll know it when we see it," Hans remarked. "I mean, that's what this is all about, right? We don't know what we're looking for, we're just looking for something."

"Well, ruins would be a nice start," George answered. "You remember what the people in the village said? That there were legends of some secret place deep in the jungle? It matches up with some things I found out doing research on this place. I'm hoping there might've been some sort of temple there. Or maybe even the remains of a village from a long lost tribe."

"Not hoping for treasure, are you?" Sasha ventured wryly.

George turned around and gave her a look.

"I'm not some graverobber looking for a quick buck, you know. Sure, I'd happily enjoy getting rich off a great find, but I'd rather it be from the find itself, not pilfering trinkets to sell to black market traders."

He turned around again, and continued talking.

Sasha looked a little cowed, but then shrugged, realising it wasn't worth trying to raise tempers by apologising immediately. Maybe tonight, she'd do it.

"But do you remember what that old man kept saying? Something about 'beware Akeisha'? That doesn't raise alarm bells?"

"I did some research on that," Sasha continued. "Not a lot to go on, seems like a very local superstition, but what I was able to find out was Akeisha is a sort of... spirit? A guardian entity? I'm not entirely sure, but they're supposedly part of the Chislewood."

"Sounds like local tradition alright," Lilian remarked. "They exist all over the world, plenty back in my home. Just means we should tread carefully if we find anything of significance."

"Yes," George agreed. "We're going to document and record, we don't take anything we find unless we absolutely have to. Our impact should be kept to a minimum."

"Is that why you're barely hacking away with that thing?" Hans quipped, nodding towards George's machete.

"Well, I don't see a reason to go slashing bushes when we don't need it. It's not like this place is a jungle. Just dense."

"Plenty of vines though," Lilian added, looking up at the thick green organic cords that seemed to stretch and weave among the boughs of the trees.

"They're not in our way, are they? We don't need to cut them," George assured.

"Not quite what I was getting at..." Lilian muttered.

"Hmm, we should be reaching something of a gully," Sasha suddenly spoke up. "A ridge ahead, and then it's going to descend into a depression that'll stretch for a kilometre at least. But, it does look like it'll lead us to a fairly flat patch of higher terrain, and an easier way to the heart of the Chislewood."

"Won't that mean we have a good chance of missing out on things?" Hans suggested.

"True, but we can always check on the return trip," Sasha answered. "What do you think, George?"

"I think it's a good call, besides, there might be something in the gully. Though I doubt it's going to be all that empty of trees," George agreed.

The four expeditioners found themselves walking up a slope right as Sasha said they would, and then they found themselves going down it, the ground curving up gently either side of them. It wasn't cramped, almost a football's field worth of width between the edges of the gully, and the slopes were quite shallow.

It was still fairly cramped, however, thick, gnarled trees popping up in their path, making it impossible to see that far ahead. But still, George didn't need to break out the machete just yet.

They continued their gentle downwards descent, the incline gradual enough they barely noticed. What they did notice was the trees themselves.

"Is it me, or are the trees getting bigger the deeper in we go?" Lilian remarked.

"Most forests are like that," Hans mumbled as he wiped his face down with a cloth.

"I know, but... this is different. I don't know, something's just... weird."

"Very descriptive," Sasha teased.

"No, I feel it too. There's just something a little... strange here. These trees are thick, but they're not especially tall. Strange for their species. They also seem very healthy. More than you'd expect of a place like this," George explained.

"It's far from human major habitation, it hasn't suffered the same impact as other forests around the world. The village near its edge is small, and doesn't even have working electricity. The people lead very traditional lives, and their superstitions keep them from going too deep. I'd say that's a suitable explanation for why this forest isn't especially degraded," Sasha interjected.

"Maybe," George answered. "Still."

He pressed a hand to the trunk of a nearby tree, feeling its gnarled, rough bark. He stayed there for a moment, brow furrowing in thought.

Sasha paused behind him, and looked at him quizzically before pressing her own hand against the bark. She didn't feel a thing.

"Are you okay, George? You don't have heat stroke, do you?" she inquired, an edge of derision in her voice along with the concern.

"No... no, it's nothing," he answered.

Hans walked up behind them, readjusting his pack, and scratching the side of his head.

"Seriously, you're not going all weird on us?" the man remarked. He had gone along on this expedition out of curiosity like the rest of them, even if his motivations might've been a little more material in nature. He had investment ideas he wanted to fill, and perhaps earn himself a place at some research institute. He was well adept at going on expeditions, and finding himself a position where he could go on better funded expeditions would be great for his career.

"I think Lilian's just gotten into his head. You really should be more careful with the things you say, you don't want to go around unnerving--"

Sasha cut herself off when she noticed Lilian wasn't there.

"Lilian?"

The others turned around, and their heads started pivoting.

"What? Where'd she go?" Hans added.

"Lilian, don't leave the group," George chided. "What happens if one of us gets hurt? You're the one with the medical equipment."

"I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings," Sasha added, sounding a little remorseful.

Still no response.

"Okay, now I am starting to get a little creeped out," Hans murmured.

They started looking around, creeping around the trees that surrounded them, and still did not find Lilian... until Hans ran into her outstretched behind, the woman bent over and letting out a yelp and almost falling over.

"JESUS!" she shrieked, hand to her chest.

"Where were you?" George asked as he came rushing over, a look of relief and annoyance on his face.

"I was just looking at this flower," she said, pointing to a flower the size of a fist, several lavender petals surrounding a small, pinched core, its stamen barely visible. It grew from a thick green vine wrapped around the tree trunk, disappearing into the canopy. "I smelled it, and it wasn't like anything I'd ever seen before."

"Is that why you started ignoring us then?" Sasha grumbled as she pulled out a compact digital camera to take a picture of the find. "We were calling out to you?"

Lilian returned a blank look.

"I didn't hear anything," she said.

"How could you not, we were only twenty feet away?" George muttered.

"I didn't hear a thing, honest to god," Lilian insisted.

"Did the flower smell that good?" Hans remarked with a sarcastic look on his face.

Lilian looked back at the purple flower, an uncertain look on her face.

"Well... not anymore," she admitted.

Sasha leaned in and took a quick whiff. Her face softened in satisfaction.

"It does smell nice, but I don't think I'd go deaf smelling it," she remarked as she took several closer pictures. "Can we take a sample?"

George thought about it, and then shook his head.

"No, leave it be. We don't know what'll happen if we try and cut a bit off it. We haven't seen any others, so it could be extremely rare," he denied.

"I didn't know you were such an environmentalist, George," Hans quipped.

"I've always been mindful of nature, but we're scientists here. Maybe informal, but respecting our subject of study should matter. Besides, if we want access to this place in the future, it's better not to piss off the locals, even if they are scared of the place."

"If you insist," Sasha said, though she sounded disappointed. "I know some botanists that would've loved to have had a look at this."

"If we find more, maybe then we can take a sample. For now, just mark it on your map or whatever. We can always come back later."

"Fine, fine," Sasha agreed, jotting something down on her digital map.

"Are we good to keep going?" Hans asked.

"Yeah, let's go... Lilian, you good?" George asked.

Lilian was still staring at the flower, her face unsettled.

"I swear, I didn't hear a thing," she repeated.

George frowned, and moved over and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Are you good? We can turn back, I won't force you to go on, but I won't let you go back alone," he said, fully aware of what he was suggesting. An early end to their expedition before they'd even found anything more interesting than a new, sweet-smelling flower.

But as expedition leader, they all knew he had a duty of care to those he hired. He took that seriously. And Lilian was their medic, they needed her in good condition.

Yet she shook her head.

"No, no... I'm fine. I'm not gonna turn this expedition back. I guess I just got lost in thought," she insisted.

George looked her in the eyes sternly, sceptical, but she returned his gaze with equal strength. She was not about to make a mess of things, and she was going to keep her head in the game.

"Okay, if you're sure," George said with a sigh.

He turned around, and gestured for the others to follow.

"Come on, it's going to be night soon, we need to get out of this gully before then."

The other three nodded, and followed after George, continuing to trek into the heart of the Chislewood. But Lilian paused, and made one last look over her shoulder at the strange flower, and felt a shudder course up her body.

She followed after her compatriots, looking up at the canopies as if something was watching her.

They eventually reached the top of the gully, just as the sun was beginning to set, and had a magnificent view through a gap in the trees out across the canopy of the Chislewood, its green leaves like a thick blanket over the land. Birds sung, flitting over that blanket as they settled for a place to sleep for the night. Other critters called out in the deepening gloom of the woods, the shadows stretching out like grasping fingers ready to clench the woodland beneath the boughs in darkness.

The expeditioners were quick to set up their tents, and once that was done, Hans got to work fixing the team some grub, Lilian walking around them and checking them over while they did what they did for anything like leaches, ticks, or scratches from trees. Sasha and George spoke with each other, compiling data for their two compatriots who were staying back in the village, as was the agreement; four would go on the expedition, two would stay behind in reserve as well as to do more external research. Should George's group go missing, they'd go and look for them while alerting authorities.

"I hope Yumi and Rajesh are okay in the village," Lilian remarked.

"They'll be fine," Sasha assured, tapping away at her tablet. "The villagers mightn't be too warm towards outsiders, but they're still hospitable. Foreigners just aren't common for them."

"They did appreciate the fuel we shared for their generators, they were running low. I think that's earned a bit of trust," George said.

"Yeah, true," Lilian agreed. "They did give me a bit of bread before we went into the wood."

"Like Sasha said, they're a little cold, not hostile. I just hope Yumi and Rajesh can track our beacons down in the event we get into trouble, like we discussed. It'd be hard going just the two of them if they were coming to our aid."

"Speaking of cold, the stew's ready, so eat it before it gets cold," Hans spoke up, ignoring what Sasha said about their colleagues, pouring out each of them a bowl of vegetable stew, quite generous with the mushrooms. They'd taken very little meat with them, just jerky and a few cans of braised beef. The vegetables were canned too, the only fresh fruit they had being oranges and some apples kept in sealed containers so they lasted. Everything else was either preserved or processed, like the hard candies and the little chocolate bars they kept with them, both for an energy boost and for a nice treat. The only thing they had to drink was water. And quite a lot of nuts. They had plenty of nuts to last them well after the expedition was done.

The other three gathered around and took their bowls and started digging in as the light began to fade. Lilian turned on a bright lamp to give them light, reflecting off their orange tents; their bags and their tents were all brightly coloured as a precaution, something that stood out amongst the sea of green and brown.

"Well, this is going to be a fine night, don't you think?" George remarked, as he watched the fading strokes of pink vanishing from the horizon. "Feels like the humidity is going to drop a bit."

"Thank fuck for that, I've been sweating my ass off," Hans grumbled between spoonfuls of his stew. "Not much I can do about it, so I never complained about it then. Gonna complain about it now though."

"This is nothing," Lilian added. "I lived in the tropics back in Australia, humidity gets real bad there."

"Shut up," Hans grumbled.

Sasha and George ignored the quibbling, the former leaning over to show something to George on her map.

"I've been looking at these satellite pictures, and I've noticed something interesting about the tree growth," she said, pointing towards the centre of the Chislewood on the map. She circled her fingers around a particularly dense section. "Forests and jungles being denser towards the heart isn't unusual, but this is especially noticeable, see? The trees aren't much taller, but they're packed in a lot tighter. Perhaps there was something to what Lilian said earlier."

George took the tablet and looked it over, brow furrowing in scrutiny.

"Yeah... it's subtle, but it's definitely thicker. Getting through that will be a pain... hmm... that's odd," he said.

"What?"

George flipped the tablet around for Sasha to see, and pointed to the same map.

"It is denser, but only around the edges. It's almost like a barrier. That is curious."

"Perhaps a natural soil formation causing that?" Sasha asked as she took back the tablet to observe what George had pointed out.

"I don't see what else it'd be," he remarked as if it were obvious, but a hint of uncertainty was not lost on Sasha.

"Don't tell me you think there's anything to the superstitions now," Sasha remarked with a deadpan tone.

"Anything supernatural, no. But I am getting this feeling that there's more to this forest than just superstition and a lack of exploration."

"Do you think it had anything to do with that flower earlier?" said Lilian, suddenly interjecting and crouching down beside them with a bottle of water she was sipping from.

"Why would the flower have anything to do with it?" Sasha asked.

"Well, when I saw it, I was really taken by the smell. I was enjoying it, looking really close at it. Nothing seemed odd until Hans bumped into me. Then after, the smell was... well, it wasn't as good or strong."

"So?" George questioned.

"I didn't hear you guys calling for me. I didn't notice anything was off until you told me... I don't know, but that flower gave me bad vibes after. I feel like it's not normal."

"Well, it's certainly odd for a flower, and definitely stands out in this forest, most of the species here are fairly ordinary and well documented," Sasha explained.

"I know, but I'm just... I don't know, I feel like there's something else about this forest. I'm not sure about it."

"Well, that's why we're here, isn't it?" Hans suddenly spoke up, chewing on a piece of jerky as he stood over them. "To find out whatever we can find out about this place? We don't even know what we're looking for, but we're confident will find something."

"A reminder that I have some leads to suggest we might find the remains of a lost society," George retorted. "Civilisation might be pushing it a bit far, but my research has revealed that people did call this place home, once. Whether they were another culture that arrived and then moved on, or something else, is unclear. But I'll happily take fascinating botanical discoveries, we just... need more for this to be worth it."

Hans didn't seem so convinced. Unlike George, Sasha, Rajesh and Yumi, he wasn't that deep in anthropology or botany. His area of focus was logistics and geology, and there so far wasn't much need of a geologist on this trip. But every expedition needed logistics as much as they needed a medic like Lilian.

Which was why he was about to tell them it was time for bed. The last rays of sundown had vanished, and the deep blue of early night was slowly shifting black, the stars appearing overhead through the gaps in the trees above and their view from their vantage point over the rest of the Chislewood with such brilliant clarity, the kind you couldn't get even in a small country own.

It was beautiful to look at, and he'd have plenty of time to stare through the window of his tent without the lamps.

"We have to conserve the batteries on these lamps. Come on, time for bed kids," he joked with a wry smirk.

Lilian rolled her eyes, but they all understood and finished up what they were doing. Hans had already cleaned up his cooking mess and bagged all the waste. Didn't want to attract critters after all.

With her cutlery put away, Lilian stood up and focused her eyes on all of them.

"If any of you experience any sort of distress, don't hesitate to wake me," she informed. It was nothing alarming, just Lilian doing her job. The others nodded, before turning off the lamps and switching to small handheld torches to light their way to their individual tents.

One by one, the tents, lit up by those torches like bright orange lanterns, went dark, as the expeditioners settled in for the night, sleeping light; even though the humidity dropped as George expected, it was still there. And they had the noises of the woods at night to keep them company; insects chirping and droning, and critters in the undergrowth snarling and yapping, and the bats taking flight at night.

But standing out among all of them was not a sound, but a smell... sweet, subtle, and nagging at their slumbering minds, making for a less than restful sleep...

The morning came, and the four explorers emerged from their tents in varying states of grogginess. Lilian looked especially tired, while Hans didn't look like he lost much sleep at all.

"Ugh, what a shit night," Sasha remarked, her blonde hair all a mess.

"You too?" George remarked, heavy bags beneath his eyes.

"Yeah, could barely sleep. Something kept tickling my nose... just this... weird smell," she muttered.

"Same here," Lilian muttered. Sasha and George looked her way.

"You look like death, girl," George remarked.

"I feel it," Lilian grumbled as she started groping around a bag for some breakfast snacks.

Hans looked at all three of them, and sighed.

"Guess I'm making breakfast too," he acquiesced.

"How are not you tired?" George grumbled.

"Well, I am a little, but my body clock is hard to shake. If I go to sleep, it'll take more than a smell to keep me up."

"It's weird though, it wasn't a bad smell," Sasha went on to describe. "It was quite nice, but I wasn't sure if I wasn't just dreaming it."

"Yeah... it was like it wasn't really there, like it was in my head," Lilian agreed.

"Maybe that flower from yesterday wasn't the only one," George suggested. "Maybe there's more. Perhaps an unusual pollen."

"Narcotic, maybe?" Lilian theorised.

"Not impossible, and definitely something that I wouldn't want getting out if it were true," George murmured. "Though if there's any medicinal properties... well, that could be worth it."

"So now can I get a sample if I find one of those flowers?" Sasha remarked.

"If we find another, yes. But I still want to head deeper into the forest. I feel like we're getting closer to something..."

"That's not ominous or anything," Hans quipped as he made some porridge for the group, earning a fierce glare from George.

Once they had breakfast, and shook off the night of bad sleep, they packed up camp, and continued on their journey, finding the terrain a little easier now that it was flatter, but now things seemed a lot more nondescript, making even Sasha feel annoyed at how hard it was to keep track of their position. They had a GPS, but they knew going in it was going to have difficulty pinpointing their exact position. Wireless communication was spotty at best out here, and other natural sources of interference made it unreliable outside of squawking out a distress signal with their beacons if necessary.

There was one change though; they noticed a lot more vines slung along the boughs and low hanging branches of the trees around them. Healthy, fat and a deep, beautiful shade of green that stood out among the rest of the flora around.

It didn't take them long before working out they were not dissimilar to the stem the flower from yesterday was growing out of. Which they were certainly curious about.

"We might find more flowers," Sasha remarked.

"Yeah... maybe..." Lilian muttered, sounding less enthusiastic about the idea.

George didn't say anything, too lost in thought about their current situation, and what they might expect to find the deeper they went. If perhaps his goals would shift from uncovering evidence of human habitation in the Chislewood, to finding out more about those flowers.

Hans didn't say anything because he was just enjoying some personal solitude while the others were relatively quiet.

Their trek continued, until they came across yet another clearing. And this one had a surprise for them; several more of those lavender-petalled flowers, all growing from vines wrapped around the trunks of several of the trees, the grass in the middle looking especially plush, shining under a rising morning sun, the shadows from the trees slowly retreating.

"Now this looks magical," Hans remarked wryly. "Hopefully we don't run into any faeries."

"If my grandma were here, she'd slap you upside the head for suggesting that after she saw this," George remarked.

"Well, there's at least five of them, I think I can take samples from one of them," Sasha remarked, the woman setting her bag down and pulling out a pocket knife and a little bag normally meant for storing food waste so they didn't leave it around.

George stepped into the clearing after her, looking around the place. Lilian followed, but faltered, anxiety building inside her. Hans simply stood on the edge in silence, not seeing anything for him to do.

"The grass here is incredibly soft," George remarked, reaching down to brush his palm over it. "The soil here must be especially fertile. Naturally occurring compost perhaps."

Sasha didn't pay him any heed, too busy examining the flower in front of her, wondering what she should try and cut first. She had her camera with her too, to document any reactions to being cut. She wasn't a botanist, but the one she knew would certainly like to know as much as they could. And Rajesh back at the village would also be curious, he did passing study into botany.

Lilian, however, was growing more worried by the moment, slowly shrinking back from the clearing.

"We shouldn't be here," she said, eyes darting side to side. "This place isn't for us."

George sighed and turned around to face her.

"I get what you're saying, and I feel strange too, but there's nothing to... where's Hans?"

Lilian blinked, and turned around, head swivelling side to side looking for the man.

"Hans?" she called out.

Sasha let out a frustrated sigh, turning away from the flower before she could take a sample.

"Not this again... Hans, this isn't funny, and it's definitely not like you," she called out.

And there was no response.

"I don't like this..." Lilian murmured. She pulled something out of her bag slowly.

Sasha grumbled and stormed over towards the edge of the clearing, ignorant of the creaking above her...

"I think you're not going to like what I'm going to do to Hans when I find himaaaaaah!"

Sasha's yelp drew both George and Lilian's attention, the two whipping around to see what was wrong, only to find her gone.

"What the fuck...?" George muttered.

"Oh god, what's going on?" Lilian whimpered.

George stepped forward and looked around, Lilian creeping on the edge of the clearing in fear.

The man scanned around him... and then something fell to the ground in front of him.

He looked down, and spied the glint of Sasha's pocket knife.

"What the..."

He looked up. But all he saw was emerald coils descending upon him, something moving quick as a flash to wrap around him like a snake, and haul him into the canopy above.

"Shiiiiit!" he cried.

"GEORGE!" Lilian screamed in shock, only for smaller limbs of green to suddenly snake around her shoulders and her torso, wrapping all the way around her until they grasped her hips, and she was pulled into the canopy as well, kicking and screaming, and dropping the little yellow plastic object she had in her hand, until she was among her fellows, all struggling in a veritable web of vines now lashing across the open space above the clearing, moving like tentacles and wrapping around their arms and legs.

Hans was there, his mouth covered by... a foot? Yes, it was a foot, the others noticed it in turn, but that foot belonged to an ankle, and a calf, stretched all the way around his torso, elongated to impossible lengths and emerging from somewhere.

That was why he couldn't scream, and Sasha was silenced too, a twisting limb that looked almost like a shin stretched out too covering her mouth.

But George wasn't silenced, and now they were all snared, there was no need to keep them quiet.

The limbs around Lilian unravelled from her, their place taken by snaking vines. So many vines, some of which were tipped with strange, fat-headed flowers, their bulbs possessing three meaty petals that were closed up now, but quivered like hungering maws.

"George, GEORGE!" Lilian called out again.

"Hold on... I'll try and... get us out of this... shit..." George groaned, wrapped in what seemed like a person's glossy green torso, the navel just on display above his chest.

He was struggling to grab his machete, craning his arm to get it off his backpack.

"Almost... got it..."

"George, get us out of here!" Sasha suddenly called out, her mouth now exposed.

"I don't want to die to some goddamn plant!" Hans called out too, now able to run his mouth.

They were all struggling, all trying to free themselves from the animate vines that now worked to restrain them.

"Almost... go it..." George echoed. "There!"

He managed to get purchase on the hilt of the machete, and though he had to weave it out of the way of vines attempting to lash around the tool, he managed to get a good swing in.

Only for a hand to suddenly swoop in out of no where, and wrap around his forearm before grasping his wrist, the leverage ensuring the impossibly flexible limb stopped his swing right before it made contact with that thick, stretched torso around his body.

He grunted, trying to resist the pull, the others looking on in despair at the sight.

And then in utter shock when the fingers of that glossy green hand began to stretch, and slither around George's wrist, weaving across the back of his hand to start prying open his fingers, despite his best efforts to grip the machete, to not give it up.

It became a fight, one that George was winning initially, but his face tensed, veins bulged in his brow and the back of his hand, the knuckles going white.

Eventually, the green digits used leverage to wedge his fingers open wider, and the Machete dropped to the ground, out of his reach.

"Dammit!" he cursed.

"What the fuck is going on?" Hans demanded to know, head looking around while he tugged on the vines that held him up.

"Oh god, Lilian was right, I'm so sorry, you were right," Sasha babbled, the woman starting to sob.

"This place... this place... we're sorry, please let us leave!" Lilian cried out, pleading to whatever force had caught them.

And then the thick green trunk wrapped around George, so slender and smooth, started to unwind, sliding off him, stretching out to simply pull away laterally.

It disappeared into the trees... and then emerged again... only this time, there was an upper body attached.

"What... in God's name..." Hans muttered, transfixed on the sight before him.

The others didn't even have words as they looked upon this... 'woman'.

That much was evident, with her generously endowed breasts bared to the world, dark green nipples erect and firm upon her bosom.

But her skin was that same emerald green of the vines around them, if not a deeper, glossier colour. Skin smooth like an apple, but soft and taut like a contortionist's.

Her arms retreated back to her body, returning to a normal length and jointed posture, crossing beneath her bust.

But all eyes were on her face... and the lack of eyes of her own.

She was beautiful, ethereal even, her features sharp and impassive, aloof. But above those plush green lips and that hawkish nose, was a painted wooden mask of intricate make and craftsmanship. White dots lined the lower edge of it, also present on sharp, horn-like protrusions in the top sides of the mask. There was shimmering bronze paint or something on the middle of it, while splashes of green dye of various shades covered that.

It was like a strange masquerade mask... only there were no cutouts for the eyes.

That didn't seem to quell the unsettling sense among the four humans that this... woman, was regarding them. Scrutinising them in some way. But she wasn't looking directly at them either, each turn of her head swinging her glistening green hair around, the tips brushing her shoulders, and pointed ears poking out through her hair. Her 'gaze' never quite landed on any of the expeditioners' faces.

She knew they were there though... and more vines emerged from the canopies of the trees around them to start brushing their tips all along their features, making them whimper and shudder.

"What... what the fuck is she?" Sasha remarked, going paler than ever when the inhuman woman neared the cartographer, exuding a sweet scent, both from their body, and from the white rose that seemed to adorn the left side of their head... bobbing as if growing right out of her scalp.

"It's Akeisha... it has to be..." Lilian guessed with a shallow voice.

"Akeisha... that's impossible, that's just a superstition, isn't it?!" Hans blurted out, flinching as a leaf from a vine tickled his cheek.

"I don't think this is a superstition!" George hissed under his brief, watching as 'Akeisha' loomed in closer to Sasha, who quailed beneath the masked 'gaze' of the forest spirit.

Sasha's breaths were light, shivering, her lips quavering. Her pupils were pin pricks, and her eyes practically bulged out of their sockets. Her shaking only worsened when those hands approached, and started groping her face with delicate attention... fingers starting to stretch and slither over the features of her face.

Whatever the group thought, they knew in their hearts this was Akeisha... and they quickly realised she was studying them.

The spirit pulled herself away, her upper body practically floating on her impossibly stretched torso, though she grabbed for the vines strung about the space to help her move, 'crawling her way over to Hans, the man starting to pull away in vain from the encroaching plant woman. Every move she made came with a soft, rubbery creaking, the vines pulled taut around them all sounding not unlike strained ropes. But Akeisha herself, the sounds she made were almost inaudible.

Akeisha began studying Hans, the man breathing hard as those soft, flexible fingertips prodded and traipsed across his skin.

Meanwhile, Lilian was examined too, watching a set of hips descend on an infinitely stretching stomach from above, a pair of legs hanging and shifting with weightless grace.

They started stretching, and Lilian found herself turning her head away from a pair of glistening feet, the soles so smooth and silky it seemed Akeisha never set foot on the ground.

The woman groaned as she was smothered by those feet, which started trailing over her face with the same tender slowness as the hands upon Hans and Sasha before. And toes stretching too, coiling around her and touching her ever so thoroughly.

Soon it was George's turn to be 'mapped', those feet leaving Lilian to be replaced by groping hands, George finding himself smothered by those soles himself, toes entwining around his skull so completely.

One by one, they were touched, their faces meticulously studied, each graced by a pair of hands and a pair of feet... and soon one at a time, each limb expanding out with perfect, unerring accuracy to the spirit's four captives, Akeisha exploring them all at once.

Their groans of disgust, confusion, and fear went unanswered, Akeisha saying nothing at all... but getting ever more invasive with her touching. The vines she seemed to command were no different, moving in close... and starting to slither beneath clothing.

Lilian yelped as she felt her backpack taken from her, Hans trying to swing his arm around to prevent his own from being removed. George could do nothing, and Sasha had gone deathly still... until a vine slipped beneath her pants, and coiled all the way up her leg, gliding between her buttocks and making her clothes bulge.

She still said nothing, but now she whined in shock, fear, and revulsion... even if the vines themselves were silky smooth and moist only as a dew covered plant would be. But that moisture allowed it to glide easily along her sweaty body, Sasha's eyes tracking the advance of the tentacle-like vine as the bulge crossed over her belly, tracking upwards towards her chest... and rather deliberately slithered through her cleavage.

It emerged from the top of her shirt, and she groaned at its touch upon her neck.

Hans and George were faring no better, flinching as tentacular vines wormed between their rump cheeks, their clothes bulging and threatening to burst. Lilian was especially terrified, doing her best to struggle and break free.

"N-No, stop! Let me go!" she begged, tears starting to form in her eyes, though the pleas did not stop the wiggling appendages starting to creep beneath the edges of her bra.

Akeisha, however, did seem to react, turning away from George whom she returned to study, upper body wending through the air on her stretching torso like she was surfing, coming to grasp Lilian's cheeks in those glossy green hands.

This shocked Lilian into silence, staring in terror at the impassive visage of the forest spirit, though Akeisha's fingers grazed over Lilian's face with a strange tenderness. One of them brushed over a tear, and Akeisha paused.

There was a moment, where the spirit seemed unmoving... and then she moved in to curl a bright green tongue, slimy and glistening like metal, up Lilian's face. It felt nothing like metal though, the thick organ long and dexterous, the spirit lapping up Lilian's tears, before pulling her head back.

There was another pause, Lilian staring at Akeisha with pure confusion... and then Akeisha struck, that long tongue stretching and invading Lilian's mouth.

The medic didn't even comprehend what was happening fast enough to even think of screaming before Akeisha's lips were upon hers, and she was trapped in the most aggressive kiss of her life, a thick tongue thrusting insistently towards her throat, and coating her own in saliva that tasted like the tangy juice of a delectable fruit.

Lilian's eyes went wide, utter shock and bewilderment overtaking her before she realised her gag reflex was being tested by a tongue wending into her throat.

The others watched in sheer disbelief as well, at a complete loss as to what this spirit was doing, only that Lilian was starting to loose panicked, muffled grunts of shock and confusion.

"What the hell..." Hans breathed out.

"What's going on what's going on what's going on what's going on..." Sasha repeated over and over again.

George was lost for words... until he felt his pants slowly pulled down his legs.

"Hey, what the!?" he blurted out, instinctively reaching to pull his pants up, only to be reminded that he was presently bound by several vines. Others were busy trying to remove his pants, and they were succeeding.

Sasha screamed when several vines coiled around her breasts and started lifting up from where they had slipped beneath her shirt to help others take it off, and Hans desperately kicked his legs to stop his clothes from being plucked off one by one.

"No, let me go, get me out of here, I don't want to die!" the normally stoic man started blabbering, only to be cowed by the appearance of one of those lavender-petalled flowers, a swelling bulb a few inches down the vine its head grew from glistening like blue glitter.

On pure instinct, he pulled his head away from this flower, to no avail. And then that bulb contracted, expelling its contents, a deep blue gas or pollen washing over his face.

One inhale was all it took for his head to instantly spin, his world turned upside down and the periphery of his vision to blur.

And his cheeks to redden as a tantalising warmth filled him, replacing the fear that now drained from him. He felt tight in his pants, blood flowing to another part of him instead of all around his body from pounding terror.

"Hans! Hans!" George called out, not blind to the sudden half-lidding on his eyes and the slackening of his face to take on a dazed expression. The flower drugged him, that much was clear, but George didn't know to what end until Hans' pants were pulled with his shoes from his body.

The burly man's underpants strained hard with a desperate erection within, quickly freed by groping vines doing away with the garment that let his rather impressive specimen stand free, circumcised with a head utterly swollen with need, the dark, wiry bush doing little to conceal how generously endowed he was.

George and Sasha stared with disbelief beyond anything they had yet witnessed, so transfixed by what they were seeing they didn't notice Akeisha leave Lilian, who now sported an expression all too similar to Han's, her body stripped piece by piece. Her stained underwear was pulled away, but the dark patch was not from Lilian pissing herself in fear, but an arousal instilled in her by whatever narcotic substances this woodland spirit produced, a vine brushing over her vulva, parting away the fuzzy bush she had to expose the bright pink flesh behind those dark nether lips.

Akeisha made a twisting path to George, who noticed only too late he was now the focus of Akeisha's 'affections', the man trying to clamp his jaw shut and keep her from kissing him... but another of those treacherous flowers descended before his eyes, and he was dusted by the same substance, a shuddering groan escaping him, and immediately he was trapped in a kiss as deep and erotic as what Lilian received, Akeisha's lips sucking upon his own, the spirit's jaws working so hungrily, pushing into every smacking kiss, driving her tongue down into his throat such it bulged at the neck from its invasive touch.

And he barely gagged, whatever was in that substance seeming to do wonders to suppress such discomforts and exaggerate every little point of sensitivity. But he wasn't totally unaware of his circumstances, a part of his mind realising that Akeisha had drugged him. Another part, more aware, was focused on the sensations he was experiencing.

Leaving Sasha the last to join her comrades in intoxicated arousal, a flower descending before her and quickly dosing her with that same substance, making sure she lost her fear and despair, to be overtaken by that same arousal her compatriots felt. But not robbed of total awareness, her half-lidded eyes lazily drifting back over to Hans, to see that his cock was being teased by one of Akeisha's feet, the plant spirit gliding her silken soles up and down the man's throbbing length, toes curling whenever it pushed up to his head to graze and tug on his helm.

Lilian 'suffered' from the other foot, pressing against her vulva, grinding left and right with luxurious precision, shifting down ever so slightly, every now and then, to prod her clit through her bush with the big toe, the flexible digit tweaking Lilian's bud with movements like someone toying with a joystick, twisting and rolling it in circles... while the other toes began to extend and stretch without getting any thinner, doubling back to start grazing along her labia. They teased and stroked, like the touch of fingers and the alien grazing of wriggling tentacles, worming beneath Akeisha's own sole in order to probe Lilian's entrance.

The medic gasped and groaned, watching thick vines coiling around her breasts, their tips rolling over her turgid nipples, left erect after experiencing a taste of Akeisha's kiss, the plant woman salivating thickly into her mouth like they were feeding her. Lilian succumbed shortly after, and now her half-aware mind made her gasp at all the vines twisting around her body, and the foot and spiralling toes teasing her womanhood.

There were more vines approaching, coming in at many angles, and they all sported different tips, including some rather fat-headed bulbs, thick like succulents. They revealed themselves to be flowers, three-petalled and glistening with slimy plant flesh within, a thick central stamen of a darker green colour, almost metallic in how it glistened in the sunlight.

That stamen was not unlike Akeisha's tongue, and it descended towards George's cock.

The man was freed from Akeisha's kiss, his eyes struggling to return to a level gaze from the overwhelming intensity of it all, drool trickling down his lips. He regained some of his faculties though, enough to comprehend what was happening around him, but only so far as his now raging lust cared for, watching one of those thick, three-petalled flowers descend towards his manhood, while Akeisha herself moved over to Sasha, to steal a kiss from the navigator whom whimpered in arousal and what remained of her fear, now little more than an uncertain nervousness.

None of them now wished for this to stop, but they worried what awaited them as well... Akeisha was no mortal lover. And she was already showing so many tricks. Like the thick stamen starting to stretch further out from the thick flower, its fat vine deftly winding around George's waist, pushing a kink between his legs to first press against his balls from below, and then to pull a loop over them in order to massage his sack, while the tongue-like stamen of the flower began to twist and swirl around his cock, coating it in slippery secretions that gave off an incredibly pleasant aroma. An aroma that was barely acknowledged by any of them when they were first caught, too overcome with fear and shock and transfixed by the appearance of something... someone so unnatural, to notice the minor details.

But now that perfume seemed to invade their minds, and they were losing themselves to the desire, even as fear still lingered in their minds; there was no resisting the powerful need swelling in their loins, making their cocks throb and their pussies wet and quiver.

George couldn't keep his hips twitching involuntarily into the coil of the flower's 'tongue' as it swirled around his girth, slithering further until it was rolling around his testicles and matting down the very shallow patch of hair just above his cock and around the base of his testicles, a far cry from a 'bush'. Precum oozed from his tip, smeared into the green flesh of the stamen each time it rolled over his glans.

Sasha's eyes rolled up in the meanwhile, overcome by that tongue worming in her throat. It easily reached to the level of her shoulders, and doubled back on itself in order to fill more of her gullet with its twisting, wriggling mass. She would've choked on it, were it not for the effects of Akeisha's pollen, and the nectarous saliva that the forest spirit so generously supplied. Sasha found herself sucking on that tongue without much of a thought, until the kiss was unexpectedly ended, Akeisha pulling over a foot of bright green muscle right out of the navigator's mouth, causing Sasha to sputter and gasp.

Akeisha was once again on the move, gliding her ever twisting torso past Sasha's body, creaking and hissing with sliding contact against captive bodies, pulling on the many criss-crossing vines to reach Lilian again, coming up from below the medic's legs, pulled wide by the vines that ensnared her. Akeisha's arms slithered forth, coiling around Lilian's legs like snakes, coming together at Lilian's pussy, fingers splaying her labia wide for the long tongue extending from Akeisha's mouth, undulating through the air, flicking off Lilian's clit before Akeisha's head was even past Lilian's knees. Akeisha closed in, and soon latched onto Lilian's bud with a hungry suckling, leaving those hands to continue their binding journey, wrapping around Lilian's body, crossing over each other at her belly and back, until they grasped her breasts from behind, kneading and groping the woman's voluptuous chest, digging those fingers in, the long nails Akeisha sported proving to be rather soft on Lilian's skin. Not squishy or bendy, but they did not scratch or pinch.

The fingers did, however, start to work their way around Lilian's bosom, stretching and coiling like many different feelers, a finger each coiling around her nipples and constricting to gently pinch and tweak those sensitive nubs, making Lilian squeal, her voice especially shrill from Akeisha's mouth sucking hard on her clit.

Elsewhere, Hans was nearing his limit, a foot now wrapped around his mast like a broad, flat tentacle, stroking up and down while the toes stretched and encircled his balls, the big toe starting to rub and massage his back door. The other foot had come up to his head, and wrapped around it, smothering his face in soft calf flesh, the toes on that foot extending to tease his nipples. He leaked precum profusely, adding extra lubricating for the spiralled sole's efforts, pumping up and down, juggling his balls with the toe, and grinding a heel against his glans in every impossible way.

He could feel himself nearing an orgasm, ready to burst for this impossible woman, defying every ounce of logic to bring pleasure of the likes he had never before conceived. And more was coming, two of those fat-bulbed flowers with the three petals descending to unfurl their slippery stamens over his sensitive nipples, earning a strong flinch in return.

Out of the corner of his eyes, however, he saw what was about to happen to Sasha... herself watching as several vine tentacles began coiling around her limbs alongside the ones already holding her up.

These were different however; their tips were not tapered, nor were they flowers, but cocks. Inarguable, fat-headed cocks, the glans bright green and glistening with moisture.

She watched them approach her body, gripping tight so she could feel every inch of their lengths gliding along her skin, wrapping around her calves and thighs, and twisting along her arms. Their goals were obvious, especially those between her legs; they came to her crotch, clean-shaven owing to a personal distaste for the sensation of sweat trapped in her pubic hair.

The glistening green cocks started probing her nether holes, leaking thick precum possessing a subtle green tinge, more than any human man could produce, perfectly lubricating themselves as they prodded and twisted against her vulva and her back door. The one to her pussy slid back and forth, splaying her folds wide while grinding Sasha's clit beneath its slick, smooth surface, like the softest and silkiest of plants. It was oddly warm, and she could feel the throbbing within, the tentacle dicks feeling all too real.

The one at her rear was twisting like a reciprocating drill, digging its swollen glans into her pucker, not quite applying enough force to squeeze inside, but they weren't out to penetrate her just yet.

The other two went to her head, and her breasts, one coiling around her neck and wrapping around the back of Sasha's head to glide over her cheeks, pushing out into the air before her, then doubling back to prod her lips. The other coiled around her breasts in a figure-eight, rearing up to push against her nipples in turn, oozing thick precum over each of Sasha's buds.

That precum proved delightful, like honeydew, though quite a bit creamier. She could feel it seeping through her teeth, so sweet and enticing... she saw no reason to resist its intrusion, opening her mouth and letting that tentacle push inside with fluid ease, rolling over her tongue. It was thick, parting her jaw wide, forcing her lips to seal tight around the smooth girth of the cock. Well, not entirely smooth. As it pushed a little deeper, she felt subtle bumps in the flesh just behind the tip, the cock 'uncircumcised'.

If she could feel those bumps with her tongue... she'd feel it inside her. And she did, her pussy stretching wide around a girthy tendril pushing in deep, those little bumps gently tugging on her strained folds. But strain did not translate to pain, Sasha taking the girth of the tentacle vine with surprising ease.

She didn't take the one slowly pushing its way into her ass nearly so well, enough to make her groan and tense as it invaded her rear, but with a small pop, it suddenly slipped deep, and what pain she might've felt was gone, replaced by a stimulating tension, and a pressure in the flesh between her passages, compressed by the twin lengths that now started to pump back and forth inside her.

Which just left the tentacle on her chest, now angling up from below to slide in between her tits, two normal vines coiling around her bosom to squeeze them together neatly, their tips wriggling and teasing her nipples.

Slowly, all four tentacles began to pump and thrust, not enough to force Sasha to cum any time soon, but it was plenty enough to get her moaning.

George was facing similar treachery, as more of those three-petalled flower vines converged on him, also unfurling stamens to lap at his nipples, but also to tease his pucker, slow curling 'licks' making him flinch.

The pace of the efforts of the vine upon his dick meant he had leaked a lot of precum, but was far from close to orgasming... things were perhaps about to change, as he felt more vines encircle his body, finding every sensitive point to tease and leave nothing for him to find respite in.

Not even his mouth was spared, his eyes locking onto the unfurling petals of another ravenous flower, descending towards his face. His gasping mouth offered no resistance to the stamen that now pushed between his lips, lathering his tongue in sweet flavours. It pushed deep, causing him to grunt and gag, though his reflex was as suppressed as the others thanks to that pollen. But soon his sight was consumed by slick green flesh, the flower closing upon his head and trapping his skull in its fat petals, gripping tight and refusing to let go, pushing the stamen even deeper into his mouth, bulging out his neck.

His cock soon experienced the opposite, the flower stroking his rod with its tongue-like stamen using that grip to pull down upon his mast and swallow it within a tight, constricting passage of hungering plant muscle.

Another sucking flower caught his balls, and started pulsing and tugging, squelching sounds like swallowing emanating from it and the one pumping his prick. Leaving the one to his ass to finally relent on merely leaking and probing, instead using its slimy, tapered length to invade his rear, petals gripping his cheeks and latching onto his hips to force that stamen right against his prostate, the flower focused upon the organ and coaxing more precum right out into the one that now milked his length.

And two more followed still, these ones latching onto his nipples, splaying their petals wide so his small buds could be caught within the tight openings of the 'throats' of these flowers, the stamen emerging from deeper within to delicately tease his trapped nipples with their very tips.

George was entirely overcome, the thick vines of the flowers wrapping around him as if further ensnaring him, making sure there was nowhere for him to retreat to, not that he wasn't stuck already. And as the flowers slowly increased their efforts, the man could feel himself nearing an orgasm.

Though it was Lilian who came first, crying out in ecstasy from a tongue stirring up her innards; Akeisha had moved their mouth from her clit to her pussy proper, and let that writhing muscle invade and prove to Lilian just how dangerous the forest spirit was when it came to pleasing others. Each fold licked and tugged, her G-Spot lashed with quick flicking movements, and her cervix tasted relentlessly. Of course, her clit wasn't spared, a finger from each of Akeisha's hands descending to flank Lilian's bud, rolling it between delicate fingertips.

"Oh fuuuuck!" she exclaimed, only to have her voice silenced - and her view blinded - by Akeisha's torso coiling around her head and smothering her face in impossibly stretched belly flesh.

Two loops wrapped around Lilian's body, one around her head, the other around her torso below her bust, squeezing tightly, but not enough to be uncomfortable. Just enough to contain Lilian's shuddering while Akeisha gulped down Lilian's orgasm, sucking and swallowing and tugging on her vulva and making sure Lilian's first climax was incredible.

Lilian's muffled groaning was pure ecstasy, and in the darkness beneath Akeisha's smooth, plant-like skin, Lilian's eyes were rolling upwards, every shudder through her body accompanied by incredible pleasure.

After a good, thorough tongue thrashing, Akeisha finally relented on her oral efforts, whipping out nearly two feet of tongue from Lilian's pussy, and giving the medic a parting flick against her clit as the forest spirit decided to depart from the helpless woman, winding her way over to Hans. But Lilian was not to be left alone, beset by more of those fat-headed flowers, two of those bulbs hungrily latching onto her generously endowed breasts, the vines having more to grab compared to Sasha's body.

The others instead opted to give her pussy and her ass a deep 'tonguing', writhing those wriggling stamens about within her. Lilian found her chest squeezed between the two loops of Akeisha's coiling body, the plant woman teasing Lilian's bosom with careful squeezing. A single vine cock pushed into Lilian's cleavage, the squeezing from the two loops of torso creating a perfect passage for the organ to thrust into, while the flowers sucked on her breasts as if they had milk to give. Leaving her mouth, ass, and pussy to be stuffed by writhing stamens.

Akeisha twisted around Hans, who barely acknowledged her arrival save for a quick glance her way, before turning his focus back to the foot presently about to make him cum, especially as a big toe started twisting its way into his ass, its surface slick with moisture from somewhere. Just enough lubrication to make the bizarre invasion easier, and to effect the wicked teasing of his prostate, making his cock bounce in the coiled grasp of Akeisha's foot.

Hans could feel himself ready to cum, gasping and panting, but Akeisha wasn't about to just let him focus on that, suddenly grasping his head in one hand and pulling his mouth against one of her teats, the turgid nipple prodding his lips. At first he loosed a confused squawk... but the taste of something sweet and creamy caught his attention then.

A pale, whitish liquid dribbled from her nipple, a smell following that only enticed him further with the promise of a liquid treasure, a nectar sweeter and more delicious than anything he'd ever tasted before.

Hans did not hesitate to open his mouth and latch on, tongue pushing against the forest spirit's teat as firmly as he could in order to taste the delight, his lips sucking hard, and his jaw working away to nurse upon Akeisha's breast. More of her 'milk' followed, a steady flow of delicious, exotic ambrosia that Hans found himself growing quickly addicted to after only a few gulps.

Akeisha caressed his face, brushing fingers down the side of his head with a strange affection, touching him as a blind person would, but charged with bizarre eroticism.

Her foot continued its surreal pumping, the big toe in his rear making sure his prostate was preparing a healthy load. His balls, trapped in her toes, soon found themselves trapped by a hand instead, one of her arms curling over his shoulder to meander down his spine, fingers 'walking' along his back until the hand and stretching arm squeezed between his glutes and the big toe pumping his ass to grasp his balls from behind. The elastic toes that were teasing it before retreated back to the foot, coiling around the root of Hans' prick to prepare for the final blow.

He was grunting into her breast, ready to explode a moment's notice, the pressure in his loins so strong now. Thus, it only took a few more bizarre strokes of her stretched, twisted foot to start making him buck his hips as much as they could, his ropes sailing into the air, and falling down upon his belly, the vines holding him suddenly tilting his body to ensure not a drop fell to the ground, every last string staining his gut.

And she made sure to wring out everything, stroking and stroking and stroking, until he was starting to squirm and shudder once there was nothing more... but even as the stimulation became truly intolerable, he kept drinking of her, kept gulping down her incredible nectar. Nothing could stop him from feasting until she pulled herself away... and she didn't, not yet. But she wasn't about to let all that cum go to waste either.

Her neck started to stretch, and she let her head descend down Hans' body until she was over his belly, and quickly lapped up the mess he made, her long tongue whipping out and sweeping over his belly firmly, the plant woman thorough in her approach. Her lips came to some ropes, sucking up his seed, before moving on to his cock, still trapped in her coiled sole, her lips wrapping around his tip to suck every bit of residue from his glans, which remained very sensitive, enough to make his hips twitch.

But she decided to leave his length be, for now, letting her head return to its normal place on her shoulders, every drop of his cum thoroughly swallowed.

It was only then she pulled Hans off her tit, the man whining at being robbed of such a delightful - and invigorating - nectar. But he could not ruminate on this loss, not with her grasping his chin and forcing him into another invasive kiss, her green tongue invading his throat before her lips even sealed to his, and when they did, it was an exceptionally aggressive kiss, one that saw Hans' eyes roll backwards.

The kiss was ended when the sounds of orgasm, albeit muffled, rang out through the clearing, Akeisha pulling away from Hans to turn away from him towards the source of the sound; George, losing his fight with the flowers invading his body, the one on his cock milking his load for every drop, tiny, tiny bulges visible in the vine behind the head travelling along with subtle contractions before vanishing into the girth of the mottled green appendage.

George was utterly overcome, his cock pumped both by contractions from the ravenous limb, and the coiling swirls of the tongue like stamen within, so thick yet malleable.

Akeisha left Hans, her torso gliding over his face, while vines descended towards his panting body to begin teasing him, those treacherous, fat-petalled flowers opening up to start teasing him with slow, firm 'licks' against him with their stamens. Keeping him aroused, erect, and prepping him for another round.

George shivered, the flower sucking on his cock unrelenting in its efforts, even after his ejaculation came to an end, his glans alight with such intense pleasure, the stamen grinding into it as if to torture him.

Reprieve only came when Akeisha arrived, gliding her hand sensually along the underside of the vine upon George's prick. It took only a little tug to coax the flower off his member, the plant woman guiding it to her mouth, its stamen tongue extending to meet hers, and she let it slip into her throat as if kissing the damn thing... and the one latched to George's head removed, allowing him to watch this obscene display, and all others around him.

Akeisha's kiss with the flower was over quickly, more eager to shower George with attention. So she walked a hand along his thigh, until she found his dick. Her fingers climbed his sensitive shaft until they perched upon his glans, making him flinch. Especially since his balls were still being sucked and his prostate pumped as well. She teased him a few moments more, before her attention was caught by yet another explosive climax, a shiver racing through her as well this time.

It was Sasha, spasming and arching her back hard, warm, slimy 'cum' flooding her depths, the white tinged with a subtle green, like creamy mint. Each vine cock pulsed and throbbed, pumping more of the musky, aromatic semen into her, sending her writhing and shaking into post-orgasmic torment, the tentacles continuing to pump and thrust with a reckless abandon, all too eager to send her mad with bliss. And with so much intoxication flowing through her from every little bit of liquid and pollen that had entered her body, Sasha did not try to stave it off, sucking down the cum that poured down her gullet, neck bulging with each thrust that tentacle made.

Her nipples burned with intense sensitivity, sucked by flowers and groped by vines, much as what had become of Lilian.

But like George, she was spared by Akeisha's arrival, the woman pulling herself over by the vines, until she could crawl up Sasha's body, hands gliding so sensually along her pale skin, such a contrast to the glistening emerald hues of the spirit.

The flowers and vine cocks retreated from her body, as they began to do for George, save for simpler vines remaining to tease his sensitive bits.

Sasha groaned from the touch, but found her eyes being covered by a hand, palm stretching around her skull and wrapping around it like a blind fold, leaving her as sightless as Akeisha. But Akeisha knew where Sasha was, and had no trouble guiding her to one of those erect green teats, the other one to what Hans had drunk from.

And like Hans, Sasha began to drink with no resistance whatsoever, the angle in which her head was tilted causing spillage to roll down her cheek. But Akeisha did not care, she had more than enough for them all. And a body to take every last one of them.

Her torso began to stretch, and her hips began to finally follow after it, gliding around Hans' body, causing him to groan... and then his eyes widened as those hips rolled around and fell upon his crotch with a weighty clap, Akeisha's glutes jiggling from the impact, the plant woman taut and pliant in all the right places. And while that torso wound around him, the vines holding up his limbs releasing and restraining him again, those cheeks pushed into his erection, and started grinding hard against his rod, leaving her legs to coil around his own, proving their boneless, elastic impossibility.

Her belly smeared over his face, smothering him in the succulent smoothness of her skin. But it was George that found his glans suddenly popping into Akeisha's soft navel, the plant woman starting to grind that rubbery depression against his glans with twisting motions, earning more than a few submissive groans.

Meanwhile, as that was happening and Akeisha was feeding Sasha, she let one of her hands descend down Sasha's back, much as it had done with Hans, but it descended a little further than her rump, passing her leaking back door, to curl around and angle up beneath her soaking, stained pussy.

The hand hovered there, shifting listlessly as if kelp in a weak ocean current. And then the fingers twitched, and stretched, fanning out like tendrils going in their own directions, but they all converged on the same place; Sasha's pussy.

Akeisha's thumb being the exception, wending its way to start prodding Sasha's pucker, smearing residual seed from the tentacle vines into the ring of muscle, now very sensitive after all that had happened.

The fingers at her pussy split into pairs, one forcing its way into her entrance and wriggling deeper into her depths, the other attacking her clit, two fingers spiralling around each other to attack the bud at different angles, gently pinching and rolling Sasha's clit every which way. Efforts to stimulate, but perfectly measured not to cause discomfort. Leaving the two digits wriggling about inside her pussy, tugging on every fold, and finding every sensitive nerve, made all the more sensitive by the aphrodisiac effects of the cum that had flooded her.

And even as she whined, Sasha greedily drank down every drop of nectar from Akeisha's breast, muffled whimpers escaping between hungry gulps and other such lurid sounds.

Which just left Lilian, shivering constantly from the teasing of vines and tongue-like stamens upon her body, without Akeisha's present attention. Even with Akeisha's hips grinding against Hans' cock, Lilian's tits were still wrapped by a pair of coils from Akeisha's infinitely elastic body, a cock still thrusting between her tits, directly down into them, so Akeisha wasn't completely absent.

But now Akeisha decided to up the ante, stretching an extra length of body in one of those coils to loop between Lilian's legs, all to start slowly grinding sensuous flesh back and forth against the woman's vulva, causing her to moan and wine, while a vine cock hovered before her face and dripped precum onto her lips, taunting her, teasing her with a sample of the flavour it could provide.

All four exeditioners were now thoroughly embraced by Akeisha, all subject to her many flavours of temptation. More was to come, as Akeisha had the means to ensure their longevity for this affair. And no amount of moaning or ecstatic screaming would see them saved. They were deep in the Chislewood, far from the reach of anyone. Akeisha had all the time in the world.

Her efforts intensified, her glutes grinding against Hans' manhood, her cheeks squeezing with a surprising tightness... and seemingly getting bigger to better envelop that hapless, leaking cock in plush, taut plant meat, wrapping so beautifully around his rod.

Sasha's innards were stirred up relentlessly, two fingers and a thumb tracing every contour and fold within her pussy, and pumping her previously stretched ass for extra stimulation, respectively. Two more digits tweaked her clit, causing more than a few strong flinches to course through Sasha's overwhelmed body.

George started leaking copious amounts of precum into Akeisha's grinding navel, the moisture from that, and the 'sweat' she seemed to exude when she desired, providing both pleasant lubrication, and a source of suction, tugging and pulling on his glans, stimulating the most sensitive point on his body, while loops of stretching torso slowly wound about his body.

While a loop rubbing into Lilian's crotch began to do so with such energy, she felt like she was riding a bucking animal, barely any friction to cause discomfort upon her sensitive vulva. And it did nothing to shake loose the coils squeezing her breasts, ensuring they maintained a tight little pocket for that vine cock to thrust into, leaking so much precum it had no need to worry about friction, turning the skin of Lilian's cleavage slippery and wet. Its thrusts were so perfectly measured, it barely 'kissed' her sternum, even though it thrust with the force to be practically punching her chest.

And as if to add more stimulation to it all, her nipples were suddenly suckled by those fat-headed flowers, sucking harder and harder. While the loop of green torso between her legs started rippling and shuddering in strange ways, the flesh beneath that succulent skin flexing like it was experiencing extreme muscle spasms. Right against her most sensitive point.

Lilian could feel herself nearing another intense orgasm, ready to explode at a moment's notice. As did everyone else, entirely at Akeisha's mercy, driving them all towards another round of ecstasy.

George was the first to blow, cum sputtering out in all directions as he filled that endlessly grinding navel, each throb sending another hot rope to be sprayed out like a sprinkler. And he was made to go on and on, Akeisha's body unceasing in its grinding.

Sasha followed him up shortly after, the five-digit attack on her pussy impossible to resist for much longer. She bucked in Akeisha's grasp, and cried out in pure bliss against the plant woman's teat, spilling much of that delicious nectar, while her ecstasy spilled from her womanhood, each spasm sending a sharp sputter down onto the grass below.

Hans wasn't even inside her, and still he found himself losing control of his lust, moaning and bucking wildly within the constraints of the vines and those coiled legs, letting semen cascade down upon Akeisha's glistening rump, each rope another line marking her stroking ass, the rest of her torso still stretched and wending all over the clearing, around every one of her captives.

And finally, Lilian started making strange squeaking noises of bliss, the grinding to her sex more than stimulating enough to drive her to a most intense climax, sending juices sputtering all over that emerald trunk so slickly pulling against her womanhood.

The moans of the four humans rung out throughout the clearing, Akeisha craning her head to listen to their sounds of ecstasy. Her face remained impassive through all of this, but even in the throes of ecstasy and through the haze drug-addled lust, the expeditioners knew, somehow, that the spirit was enjoying this. Enjoying making them cum and moan.

And they knew that it wasn't over. Akeisha made sure to torment them, continuing her efforts after their orgasms to wrack them with the intense, mind-numbing stimulation that came with such torture.

When she eased up, there was almost a simultaneous collective gasp of relief from the four captives, slumping in the grip of the vines that restrained them.

The sun still shone down from above, lighting up their bodies and making sure they could see every detail of what was happening. And keeping them nice and warm, not that the intensity of what was happening wasn't going to heat them up.

But in this moment of rest, Akeisha took the opportunity to collect what she was owed, her neck stretching, sending it snaking through the air like a tentacle, her head sliding along Geoge's body, dragging a tongue along his skin while descending towards his crotch.

Her torso rolled off his prick, sticky strings snapping between the two body parts. The stains of cum covered both their skins, and Akeisha was quick to lap up every drop like it was a delectable treat. She was thorough, digging her tongue into her own navel, fishing out all residue left behind, before ending on George's prick, Akeisha's tongue coiling tight around that mast, and stroking up slowly to drag every stain up with it. Her tongue retreated into her mouth, and she swallowed it all.

The forest spirit's head continued over to George, who was even now still panting from the come down post climax. Akeisha's ass still rested just before his prick, still hard and throbbing, two orgasms not enough to make him soft.

Akeisha used her tongue to feel around, finding her rump and sweeping it clean of every bit of semen Hans had shot on top of it, worming the muscle down between her glutes to ensure nothing was missed, and slowly curling her muscle firmly up the length of his manhood, earning numerous strong twitches from the beleaguered man.

And once she was done with the men, she moved to Lilian, the woman flinching at the head and neck gliding over her still constricted breasts, though now the vine that had been using them as a fuck toy had retreated... having filled her cleavage with a hot load of sticky floral cum. Akeisha did not bother with the seed of the plants she commanded, instead descending between Lilian's legs and pulling the loop of torso around the woman's crotch away, all so the spirit could lap up the lustful juices Lilian had leaked, Akeisha making sure to kiss and lick the medic's pussy for good measure, eliciting more flinches.

And so Akeisha's head continued, returning at last to Sasha, the hand that fingered her retreating, those waving, elastic digits bending towards Akeisha's incoming lips, the plant woman wrapping them around her fingers to suck off all the residue with an aloof promiscuity.

And with that done, her head returned to its normal resting spot, that green tongue curling over her lips in silent satisfaction. Then she began to continue her erotic onslaught, a flurry of moment causing the captive humans to groan in stimulation, loops of torso unwinding and pulling taut again, only to find themselves in new positions, and new situations.

There were two who had yet to partake in Akeisha's nectar, and so she made her vines pull Lilian and George together, the man's cock prodding the woman's pudgy belly. They didn't seem perturbed by the erotic intimacy, not when Akeisha climbed up vines before them to put her teats before their faces, her hands going to the back of their heads and pulling them against her bosom.

They did not ignore the offer, their mouths opening and their tongues unfurling to taste the sweet liquid already leaking from Akeisha's turgid buds. First they licked, and then they latched on slowly, their jaws working away hungrily, greedily gulping what Akeisha provided.

The plant woman regarded them both with impassive satisfaction, and moved to stimulate them further, the fingers of her hands extending once more to slither down their backs, wending this way and that along the vertebrae of their spines, creeping down between their glutes to their genitals, Lilian's vulva feeling two wiggling digits like tendrils slide between her labia and gently pinch her clit between their tips, while the other two glide along the other edges of her folds, wriggling back and forth as the thumb gently kneaded her back door. George, meanwhile, felt his balls utterly ensnared by twisting fingers, forming a massaging cage around his jewels that fondled them constantly. The fingers continued further and wound about his cock, converging on his glans and stroking it, the thumb pushing up along the underside of his length to start rubbing circles against his frenulum with the tip.

Both jumped and twitched, muffled groans of pleasure leaving them. But they did not stop drinking Akeisha's milk.

Which left Hans and Sasha. The spirit wasn't going to neglect them. Though in their case, they were going to be offering Akeisha stimulation in return; the plant woman's hips began to stretch, that green torso coiling around Lilian and George to hold them to Akeisha's bosom. The spirit's crotch slowly dragged itself along vines with stretching movements to position itself between Hans and Sasha, while the vines that restrained them started pulling them close together... until Hans found his face trapped against Akeisha's leaking pussy, and Sasha's was buried between those pliant glutes. Vines wrapped around their heads to pull them even tighter against Akeisha's hips, such Sasha's mouth pressed against the plant woman's perfect jade-green pucker.

Akeisha exuded an enticing perfume at all times, but trapped hard against her flesh, it was even stronger for them both. And neither had any confusions over what Akeisha expected them to do; Hans let his tongue roll against that pussy, the juices leaking from it so very sweet, so very enticing, he couldn't get enough of the flavours that Akeisha could offer them, pressing hard against the plant woman's perfect slit, flicking right up until his tongue smothered her clit.

Sasha began much the same, though she also kissed the spirit's exquisitely pinched back door, her tongue gliding along the smooth muscle, while Akeisha's cheeks smothered her face in plush comfort.

But since all of them were using their mouth on something, yet only George and Lilian were receiving any sort of pleasure, Akeisha decided to correct that, her great lengths of torso stretching more to form inescapable coils that slowly wrapped around Hans' and Sasha's bodies. But for Hans, his cock was caught between two of those loops, trapped between tightening plant flesh, the coils creaking and glistening with moisture. And then they began to move, loosening and tightening, stroking Hans' cock between those succulent layers of impossible muscle and flesh. Every time Akeisha's torso coils seemed to tense, more moisture seemed to coat her skin, making it even easier for her coils to grind into Hans' manhood, sliding slickly and making a wet clapping noise.

Which just left Sasha... who found herself being teased by Akeisha's feet, those legs stretching down her sides and curling up to start rubbing one big toe to her clit, while the other went elastic and pushed into her pussy, finding her G-spot almost instantly.

The clearing was awash with muffled moaning and taut creaking, with not a single critter nearby to add their call to the mix, kept at bay by Akeisha's presence. It was just the humans, and the forest spirit, whose body slowly started twitching and shivering, the efforts of Hans and Sasha starting to bear fruit... not that Lilian and George's hungry suckling wasn't doing something for Akeisha.

Both Hans and George started leaking fresh precum, a warning sign of their next orgasms. That they were going to be on their third ejaculation did not seem to exhaust either of them, the nectar Akeisha provided more nutritious than most foods... and devilish in its effects on the human body, pushed to greater erotic heights.

Lilian and Sasha were shivering as well, their resilience as degraded as their male comrades, unable to hold off for long once the stimulation began, so delicate and precise. Akeisha knew every vulnerable point on their bodies, and attacked them at once. And she wasn't above throwing a curve ball, that neck of hers once again stretching and carrying the head on top away from Akeisha's torso.

She looped around her enraptured captives, and started teasing them with teasing licks and lecherous kisses in turn, Lilian finding her earlobes briefly nibbled, while George felt his neck teased with lurid kisses.

And further still, she wound her head over to Hans and Sasha, gliding her tongue up their bodies, finding George's feet and sucking several of his toes into her mouth in teasing attention, and then she swapped to Sasha's toes, giving them a thorough tasting too.

She focused on their feet, switching between them both and making sure their soles were thoroughly wet with glistening saliva, before moving back over to Lilian and George to tease them as well, their genitals under incessant attack by Akeisha's fingers, though they did not stop drinking the glorious nectar the forest spirit provided.

The others were no different, even as Akeisha's toes worked aggressively against Sasha's pussy, thrusting away, attacking her clit and her G-Spot within, showing no mercy.

It caused her to whine madly against Akeisha's back door, but the navigator did not at any point stop lashing her tongue against that perfect green pucker. Even as her hips started to twitch and jerk.

Hans was the same, working his tongue with a maddened reverence, pushing it as deep between Akeisha's walls as he could manage, roiling it about and catching her luxurious folds, every contour seemingly shifting as if alive. A devilish passage that would devour any man's cock, draining them dry. And he was barely an inch inside.

They were all drawing closer towards intense orgasms... including Akeisha herself, her coils twitching more erratically, her torso flinching and jumping. Still, no noises came out of her mouth, the forest spirit a total mute. Her face only betrayed a modicum of the pleasure she was feeling, mouth opening like she was experiencing mild fatigue. The way her body reacted betrayed her real feelings, as did the surge in secretions from her pussy, sweet and honey-like.

They were all building to a mutual climax this time, but as usual, people had different limits. This time, Sasha cried out and spasmed, moaning hard against Akeisha's rear, sputtering around the tentacular toe that now thrust madly into her pussy to keep that orgasm going.

George followed almost immediately after, cum leaping from his cock in long strokes, caught by waiting flowers, making sure nothing went to waste, while Akeisha's fingers moved to reposition how they gripped his cock and hips, making sure his bucking movements were at least somewhat restrained while her digits danced along his jewels and shaft.

Lilian, right next to him, came several moments later, shuddering violently and sputtering all around the fingers rubbing her clit and pussy so intensely, twisting left and right, her breasts and cheeks jiggling from her motions.

And finally, Hans, his cock trapped between the succulent flesh of two coils of Akeisha's torso, stroking back and forth, twisting in and out to wring semen from his manhood, multiple spurts flying through the air, only to be caught by Akeisha's outstretched tongue, the spirit moving her head before his length, between Sasha's legs, to make sure every drop sailed into her mouth.

She gulped down everything... and then spasmed hard herself, the last to experience such bliss. All her body writhed and shivered in chaotic ways, her face showing signs of tension, her mouth opening wide as if releasing a silent gasp. Juices of an even sweeter flavour sputtered into Hans' mouth, the man instinctively gulping down the surge without any thought.

And all of them experienced the pressure of Akeisha's stretched, sprawling body tensing around them, constricting them in the spirit's ecstasy, making them groan madly, until Akeisha's release was ended, the plant woman going slack. Her coils fell away from Hans' body, and her feet and hands flopped away from the genitals of the other captives, all of them slowly freed from Akeisha's twisting body, George and Lilian finally robbed of Akeisha's wonderful breast milk.

They were left panting, starting to finally feel a hint of fatigue through the invigorating fugue of Akeisha's nutritious nectar, and the intoxicated daze of her pollen. But, they were not yet free of the spirit's antics, as Akeisha's body soon tightened itself up again.

She 'surveyed' her captives, licking her lips subtly with an impassive face, considering what to do next.

She didn't take long to make that decision, for the expeditioners found themselves caught up in her grasp once again, Akeisha crawling around them by way of the criss-crossing vines filling the clearing. She separated the group, and then paired them up differently; now Sasha was close to George, while Hans and Lilian found themselves forced very close together, the logistician having his face buried in the depths of Lilian's hefty cleavage, while vines forced his prick between the medic's plush thighs, something that shocked them even in their lusting fugue, and further trapped by several of Akeisha's torso coils.

Leaving the spirit's upper body to crawl around the four of them, planting wet smooches against their faces and taking the opportunity to kiss and lick at their sensitive points, even briefly prying Lilian and Hans apart so she could suck on Lilian's nipples, and Hans' right after. George and Sasha were subject to the same attention.

But such lurid acts were brief, crawling up George's legs until she placed herself between his crotch and Sasha's. Right before George's prick. Akeisha's lips caught his glans, and the man groaned at the attention.

He was so very sensitive, but Akeisha did not care, her tongue pushing past her lower lip to wend along the length of his shaft, reaching all the way to his base and then further to curl against his balls, keeping in the middle and wrapping beneath the sack, before shifting to wrap around the sides, gripping his scrotum and slowly rolling her tongue around to massage and knead his balls.

The rest of her tongue unfurled and stretched more length past her lips, wrapping those loops around his cock like a snake's coils constricting its prey, while she focused her attention on his sensitive glans. Fresh precum trickled from his tip, and she lapped it up in an instant, each gulp making her cheeks suck in and hug his tip, at least once she finally started dropping further along his cock.

Which left Sasha... and Akeisha knew just how she was going to torment the navigator; the forest spirit's hair suddenly arched, as if electrified. And then it began to lift, and wave, like fibrous kelp in a beachside current.

The tips angled upwards, and formed fine tendrils of several interwoven strands each, forming smooth, silky feelers.

Feelers that congregated on Sasha's clit. She twitched when she felt the first several fine brushes against her sensitive bud, and moaned loudly into the air the more hairs concentrated on her clit.

They wiggled and stroked with impossibly fine movements, creating a mesmerising display of glittering light and scintillating green flashes. So many fine points of contact all brushing away with feathery touches, applying no pressure. Just dozens of points of fleeting contact teasing the most sensitive part on Sasha's body.

Akeisha's lips slipped down George's rod with graceful ease, even as her lips rolled over the ever-shifting coils of her pumping tongue, keeping both George's cock and his balls entirely ensnared in her glistening tongue. Soon, his glans pushed into her throat, hugged tight by the rippling walls of her gullet.

He couldn't suppress his moans, mixing with Sasha's as they were both pleasured in wholly different ways.

Hans and Lilian were given a nice view of this, their pressed together bodies viewing the action from side on. Yet Akeisha wasn't about to make them please each other, even if they very well were thinking about it, still so very needy; the coils trapping them fell away, only for the vines holding them to put them in new positions, oddly perpendicular to each other.

The strange arrangement soon made much sense, as Akeisha's hips started coiling around one, then the other, binding them in individual lengths of coils, while the spirit's hips found themselves in between the two. One of Akeisha's legs curled around Hans' to press a foot into his rump, the other wrapping around Lilian's waist to control her hips.

So that Akeisha's rump could position itself between them, forcing Hans to prod Akeisha's back door, while Lilian's vulva 'kissed' the spirit's. Drawn together, Hans moaned coarsely at the strain his cock soon experienced as he was forced inside of Akeisha's rear. But there was little painful friction, a subtle lubrication already present in her passage, light, slippery secretions to eschew the need for external lube. Just another of the strange things this impossible woman was capable of. Even Hans' endowment was no concern for her, just another source of pleasure.

And the moaning only got more intense when Akeisha's hips started grinding against his hips once he was trapped to the hilt... invariably grinding the plant woman's pussy against Lilian's, their labia squashing together, their clits grinding past one another, and slowly smearing the aphrodisiac-laden arousal from Akeisha's sex all over Lilian's sensitive mound.

And then the foot against Hans' ass curled around his waist like a tentacle, holding him in place and stretching out its toes to start fondling his balls. Leaving Akeisha's hips to begin moving, rocking back and forth upon Hans' prick and grinding hard against Lilian's pussy in the process.

He groaned from the intense constriction of Akeisha's rear, and Lilian practically squealed over an act that should've only been 'pleasurable' in porn causing her pussy to spark with intense stimulation.

George and Sasha were not much better, the navigator whimpering and twitching at the utterly focused, fleeting attack on her pussy, Akeisha's hair like living wires delicately teasing the most sensitive part on her body. And those hairs didn't seem to stop there, their entwined, glistening strands crawling up her body with ticklish proximity, finding her nipples and attacking them in much the same way her clit was.

Such a sight made George's eyes widen in disbelief, even as he gasped and groaned at the stroking gulps of Akeisha's throat around his manhood, while her lips rolled and tugged with succulent tightness on his mast, and over the constantly twisting, spiralling tongue that had his balls trapped.

There was no way he could resist that, George feeling another orgasm approaching, again so swiftly. He had no resilience left, yet so much stamina. He knew Akeisha had done something to him, but now so deep in the fugue she inflicted on him, he wanted nothing more than to continue until he was properly spent, each throb of his prick oozing out more precum to be lapped up.

She sent her hands up his sides, one moving to fondle his balls, fingers stretching and wrapping around it, the other gliding up his waist and then coiling around his torso. Moving until they found his nipples, four fingers splitting into pairs to start teasing his buds with erotic attention, though it was nothing like the feeling hairs that tormented Sasha in front of him.

They were all starting to squirm now, that intense, overwhelming moment right before release, the men leaking precum judiciously, the women soaking their groins in juices of arousal, the shivers coursing through them and the squeaks and groans that escaped their mouths. Pleasure they couldn't resist, or slow down, or avoid.

Ecstasy came, and one by one they began to climax, driven quick to this new release with very little effort. Hans loosed a breathless, unmanly moan into the air, just as he loosed still-thick ropes of cum into the undulating walls of the ass humping his cock, Akeisha's glutes rippling with every impact.

Lilian shuddered, arching her back, her clit and vulva soaked in the devious fluids that seeped from the spirit's own gash, so wet with plant-like arousal. She humped and bucked and squealed, her breasts wobbling madly.

George practically whimpered, wrung out by Akeisha's ravenous throat, her tongue pumping and her walls stroking such it imparted an unbearable suction that stimulated his prick to unexpected heights, hips lurching as much as they could in Akeisha's grasp, his balls jumping to pump that load out, even as it was caged by her massaging fingers.

And Sasha, she seemed to experience the most intense orgasm of all, writhing and crying out with sharp, desperate yelps, the minute points of all those entwined threads of hairs imparting such acute stimulation, it was too much for her to endure, whipping every which way as she sputtered from her sex.

Leaving Akeisha to continue her attack on all of them for just that little bit longer, her elongated body starting to twitch and shiver. Until she stopped all her efforts, sinking her lips to George's hilt and slamming her ass down on Hans' crotch. Spasming followed, rippling all along her stretched length, that emerald flesh glinting as it caught the sunlight above, like a snake in its death throes.

All until calm followed, Akeisha working down from her release, having utterly drowned Lilian's crotch with her own fluids of ecstasy, a sweet, floral aroma filling the space. Still, the spirit did not seem especially exhausted, even as her captives panted, their endurance finally starting to wane... but they weren't quite spent yet. They still had the vigour of her milk in their bellies, ensuring they could go just a little bit longer.

Akeisha did, at least, allow them a chance to rest, loosening her body around them, unwinding and pulling back together into a more proportional state, watching them all gasp and moan in the afterglow, the sweat glistening on their bodies, their hair dishevelled and matted, from perspiration and the many fluids of this whole ordeal.

But once Akeisha was satisfied they'd rested enough, she began pulling them apart from one another, separating them, her vine tentacles making sure they were all where she wanted them to be, the ones with cocks descending on Lilian and Sasha to start grinding their heads along their skin in depraved teasing.

As for George and Hans, she had them face each other, though several metres apart. Still close enough they wouldn't miss the details of what was to come, Akeisha stretching her torso again to coil around her captives, winding around George and Hans and smothering their faces with succulent, silky belly flesh, albeit briefly so they were not blindfolded. And as she moved, her hips slid up George's body, while she wound around Lilian and Sasha.

She trapped them in her coils, exposing their sensitive bits to the vines that had encroached on them, prodding their entrances and teasing them with fleeting touches. Akeisha had something planned for them, so she descended back towards Hans, the forest spirit practically crawling down his back, dragging her breasts and her elongating body along his skin, making him flinch.

She pulled away, then doubled back to up up behind him, perpendicular to his body. Akeisha then grasped her breasts, and started fondling them... and with each luxurious knead, she seemed to draw them out, making them bigger, heavier even, until she was able to wrap them around Hans' girth, even his member utterly engulfed in her bosom.

But it was her tongue touching his backdoor that made him flinch, hips bucking and a gasp escaping his mouth, followed by a husky groan when her lips made contact too, Akeisha starting to lick and suckle with lurid focus.

Hans seemed to go slack then, cock bobbing in the prison of Akeisha's breasts, though the relaxation was brief, the plant woman starting to pump her breasts up and down his mast, stroking and rolling.

Meanwhile, Akeisha's hips pressed to George's, and his cock was slotted between her thighs. They dropped a little, until her vulva came to rest upon his erection. There, her thighs clamped tight, trapping his prick between succulent plant meat, so soft and tantalising. Her hips began to move, and her legs crossed over to coil around George's opposite legs, creating a nice tension with every stroke, her pussy grinding into his cock.

He moaned as shamelessly as Hans, and flinched just as strongly upon feeling a three-petalled flower open up its bulb and push a moist stamen into his back door, stretching it wide and finding his prostate within moments, forcing a little gasp from his mouth. It started to pump back and forth, a quiet squelching noise lost among the din of moaning and creaking vines and Akeisha's tensing body.

Above them, Lilian and Sasha hung, still restrained by tentacle vines holding their limbs, but almost engulfed in the glistening jade coils of Akeisha's torso, squeezing and slipping as if it constantly tease them. Their breasts were squashed beneath that succulent flesh, and their rumps squeezed as well. Only their heads, limbs, and groins remained exposed, and for good reason; new vines appeared, tipped with flowers that resembled a strange mix between a shampoo ginger and a jambu, their purple and yellow 'scales' and strands glistening with moisture. But more than that, they seemed to quiver and twitch in ways that didn't make sense.

They pressed to both their pussies, making them groan in pleasure, especially when they started to slide back and forth. The hairy strands felt like a gentle brush catching on their sensitive points, while the scales tugged on their clits with a bit more force. It was soft pleasure, but it made them tingle with how sensitive they were, especially when those flower heads started circling and making gyrating motions against their pussies.

They were deceived on the real purpose of these flowers, however... when they suddenly started shivering and vibrating, a powerful frequency thrumming right into their clits.

They yowled and shrieked, their bodies starting to wrench and jerk in Akeisha's coils... and soon it got worse, the loops of succulent emerald flesh parting to reveal their breasts, allowing more of those flowers to descend towards them, pressing to their erect nipples and beginning to buzz silently.

For Lilian, it was a very new, very intense sensation, the flower heads stronger than any vibrator she'd ever used. For Sasha, after the menace that was Akeisha's hair, she had a bit more resilience, but they still felt different, the vibrations coursing far deeper than the fleeting, acute caresses of the hair ever did.

The two women could do nothing but writhe and whine in Akeisha's grasp, the flowers secreting a slimy nectar that ensured the touch of such textured flesh at high frequency did not rub them raw. Thus they were forced to endure such intense stimulation, while the men below couldn't keep their dicks from leaking profusely.

Hans whimpered especially pitiably, feeling his backdoor incessantly licked, kissed, and sucked by the ravenous forest spirit. But Akeisha wasn't content to just attack the surface; she pushed her lips firmly to his pucker... and her tongue even firmer, twisting its way inside his ass to find his prostate. When it did, she started squirming it hard against the organ, making his cock jump more vigorously between her breasts. Breasts which leaked milk down into her cleavage with every squeeze, lubricating his prick constantly, along with his precum.

She didn't just pump either, she squashed them together rapidly, like she was slapping his prick with wet bags, or she stroked in opposite directions, always making sure to smother his sensitive glans. Squeezing at the base and loosening towards the tip, or vice versa, swapping directions or shaking her bosom aggressively around his mast. Always, Akeisha kept things different.

There wasn't as much she could do with George's prick between her thighs, but still, they squeezed in tandem, grinding in opposite directions, or shaking up and down. Akeisha did have one trick up her sleeve... George wincing and loosening a surprised grunt as it felt like a little tendril had slithered along the underside of his manhood, and found his glans, coiling around it and digging into his tip with firm prodding and grinding.

It was Akeisha's clit, stretching itself and proving that almost nothing was beyond her control, teasing his helm and stimulating herself intensely at the same time, her coils starting to shudder and flex erratically around all of them. Even her tongue seemed to spasm against Hans' prostate, only intensifying the massage it felt.

The flower thrusting its stamen inside George's rear was not quite so phased, but it was a girthier organ than Akeisha's tongue, and stimulated George plenty, eking out thick precum from his cock with no mercy.

Another barrage of orgasms was coming, the shaking of bodies the telltale sign of the impending ecstasy to be shared amongst them all.

The girls were the first to fall, orgasming simultaneously, bucking and writhing and sputtering from their pussies, all over the buzzing flowers that thrummed incessantly to their gashes, the release sending them to new heights of stimulation as their sensitivity increased to the maximum, with those flowers continuing their devilish work on their clits and nipples.

The men followed moments after, also practically at the same time, George cumming just a little faster than Hans, the expedition leader groaning and spraying cum over Akeisha's thighs and all over a flower that hovered before his tip to catch every drop, the plant woman's clit writhing against his glans to make him squeal.

Hans shivered weakly in Akeisha's grasp, spraying a healthy load onto her belly and between her cleavage, while her tongue massaged his prostate relentlessly to coax out every last drop.

And then she followed suit, at last pulling away from the men and calling off her flowers attacking the women, the spirit enjoying another climax, the expeditioners feeling her body rippling all around them as usual.

The moans were like a symphony of depravity, echoing around the clearing and through the trees beyond, though there was no audience to hear it but the birds and beasts steering clear.

Now the expeditioners were really starting to feel the fatigue, panting and groaning with half lidded eyes once Akeisha unwound herself from around them again. But they were still hard, still aroused, still filled with desire. Their bodies hadn't given out yet, and Akeisha was going to make sure they had no energy left once she was done with them.

There was another reprieve, this one longer than the last, and Akeisha spent it worming around her captives, and teasing them with erotic, assertive kisses, causing grunts and gags whenever she thrust her tongue down into their throats, bulging out their necks with the writhing of her muscle.

By now, the humans were utterly stained with sweat, residue from their various orgasms, and Akeisha's own secretions, or that of her vines.

She made sure to clean herself up, sending her tongue down between her breasts to lap up what Hans had released between them, and further still to clean off her torso beneath her bust, using the time to let the expeditioners rest further.

And then she was on the move again, spreading out her body in all directions, her limbs and her torso stretching to find her desired targets.

She laid out George flat on his back, still suspended in the air, while crawling her upper body towards Hans to hover before his crotch. She let her arms coil around his waist, before moving up to Sasha, coiling around her legs until they came to her nethers, one hand letting its fingers tease her pussy and clit, the other tracing soft, gentle circles against his back door.

George groaned at this new position, but his tired eyes widened when he saw Akeisha's hips roll over to his top, slapping down upon his crotch, cock gliding against her belly. He felt her arousal trickling down onto his balls, so warm and sweet smelling. He watched her hips lift themselves up, legs coiled around his own for leverage. And he grunted at her labia parting around his helm, the plant woman seating herself upon his prick, gyrating back and forth slowly as if to polish his sensitive glans.

While she soaked George's cock in her arousal, Akeisha summoned many of her vine tentacles to converge on Lilian, their throbbing, leaking cocks darting towards her holes.

She barely got a cry out before her throat was filled by a tentacle, bulging out her neck with its lurid thrusting, another coiling around her head and blindfolding her, while leaking musky precum down her cheek. Two of the fat flowers homed in on her breasts, and latched on with a hungry fervour, sucking on her sensitive nipples. In lieu of milk, they drew up every little speck of sweat that had collected on her dark bosom, before the two flower vines began to firmly tug as if looking for milk anyways.

With both her ass and pussy filled, Lilian now knew what Sasha had gone through, more than just having sucking flowers thrust their stamens into her depths.

Sasha, meanwhile, felt one of Akeisha's hands coil around her body in more snake-like movements, fingers walking across her skin until it came to one of her breasts. Akeisha started groping and kneading the mound eagerly, nails carefully scraping Sasha's skin, fingertips gently pinching her nipple between their squishy pads.

The other hand curled around Sasha's belly from behind, slipping down over her vulva. Little and index fingers slid along her labia, while the middle two digits curled and stretched into the navigator's pussy, pushing deep and wiggling erratically, leaving the thumb to twist around and start rolling Sasha's clit beneath its tip.

It was simpler pleasure than what the others were experiencing, but it made Sasha moan all the same, too sensitive for it to not have a lurid effect on her.

And then George and Hans found their pricks buried inside squishy, wet holes, Akeisha dropping her hips down upon George's waist and taking his manhood to the hilt, and forcing Hans' hips to start rocking back and forth wildly with rippling arm movements and tugging and pulling motions from assisting vines.

Just so Akeisha could make him fuck her face, Hans gasping pitiably the faster his hips were forced to thrust inside the plant woman's waiting mouth. Her tongue formed a tight coiling tunnel inside her mouth, but did not extend past her lips, and made her throat hug his tip whenever it was buried deep into her neck, bulging out from Hans' more impressive size. And she took it in an effortless stride.

He groaned and rocked his head back, tugging on his limbs, feeling another orgasm rising up within him, the fatigue making the effects of her pollen, her milk, and every other fluid he'd tasted from her all the more potent.

George was no better, his hips jerking weakly in lusting reflex, stimulated by the incredible walls inside Akeisha's pussy; tight, textured, deep folds that seemed to writhe and cling to his manhood, digging up beneath his corona and threatening to trap him inside her pussy. And given her walls were rippling with powerful stroking contractions, she could've wrung him out without even moving her hips.

Her flesh was especially concentrated on his glans, Akeisha making no attempt to draw out this pleasure. She wanted it all.

Lilian went slack in the bondage of the vines, shifting and jolting as the cocks thrust into her, and others smeared precum all over her skin. She was blindfolded by a vine, but beneath it, her eyes had rolled up, utterly overwhelmed by the pleasure flowing through her body. The vines hit every sensitive point, applied pressure anywhere it mattered, and drowned her in that sweet, carnal musk that played on her fatigued, drug-addled mind.

They were all shivering and twitching weakly, while wet clapping run out through the clearing, Akeisha's hips slamming down upon George's hips with ever increasing intensity, those green cheeks rippling and flashing reflected sunlight... now at a steeper angle, heading into the afternoon. They had been enduring this gauntlet of ecstasy for so long now... and they weren't done just yet.

Sasha loosed a low, erotic moan, whimpering from intense stimulation, her pussy quivering in climax, sputtering all over Akeisha's hand and wrist. Those glistening green digits continued their work, thrusting away into her pussy with ruthless abandon, keeping Sasha's orgasm going on for longer still, her body twitching and wrenching back and forth, unable to control her hips.

Akeisha's soft, tight mouth, and constricting throat were too much for Hans, who bucked with waning vigour into her throat, the spirit's vines pulling him firmly against her face, wherein her tongue, her cheeks, and her throat all closed in on his shaft, leaving her lips to suck and tug on his root, his balls free to jump and contract without bondage.

The vines thrusting in Lilian's body had grown quite erratic and excited, twitching and flicking unpredictably. Their throbbing had intensified, and the precum they leaked thickening. They increased their speed... and then thrust as deep into her holes as they dared, twitching and convulsing, powerful loads flooding her womb, her ass, and of course, her throat. She did her best to gulp down every thick rope of the vines' sweet tasting seed, but in her fatigued state, she ended up sputtering and spilling quite a bit.

Which left George, his breathing accelerating into shallow, rapid grunts as Akeisha's hips rode him relentlessly, rocking side to side to twist his manhood about, left and right, back and forth, stirring him about writhing innards.

He couldn't say a word in this state, overcome by the pleasure and the fatigue. All he could do, was moan when he finally came, twitching his hips up and filling Akeisha's pussy with his warm spunk.

His climax prompted her to ride even faster, forcing George to squirm and writhe in unbearable post-orgasmic torment, twitching and flinching. He whimpered desperately, as if he was trying to beg but couldn't.

Relief only came when Akeisha reached yet another orgasm of her own, her hips impaling themselves on his cock, and squeezing down so tight against his crotch with the help of her coiled legs, it felt like she was trying to strangle his waist.

Once again, her entire body spasmed wildly, from tip to toe, shaking like a maddened snake, each unnaturally elastic muscle in her body quivering wildly. Juices splashed all over George's crotch, drowning it in her own pleasure.

And then they all went slack, Akeisha's four captives panting and exhausted. The forest spirit's own body loosened again around them, as she unwound herself from her victims. But they were still not done. Almost. Almost spent, almost at their limit, almost ready to make sure they did not leave this forest with the knowledge they had learned.

Just one more round, and then Akeisha would be satisfied.

She started moving them around again, and they all began to whimper and groan, the prospect of one more round more than they could bear, even in their still inebriated states.

This time, Lilian and Sasha were pressed together, trapped in the coils of Akeisha's winding body, crawling along the web of vines to survey the poses she was placing on the four humans.

Her hips slid off George's cock at last, not wasting a single drop of his precious cum. But it didn't go far. Instead, she wound herself around him, and Hans, kissing them both in turn, tongue reaching deep into their throats, before pulling them taut together with only Akeisha's body to separate them. And her hips sandwiched between them too. Wrapped together in her coils, they felt their cocks brushing against her holes, George feeling the pressure of her plush cheeks squashing to his crotch and his manhood prodding her sphincter, while Hans felt the endless secretions of lust trickling down his manhood from the forest spirit's womanhood.

And so Akeisha returned up to the women above, their bodies squished together, so close they could scent each other's breath... sweet and enticing, not exactly human. Residue from all the substances they'd been forced to ingest since this escapade started.

Akeisha wound her way about their wrapped bodies, clutching their heads in her hands one at a time, taking the time to kiss them both, deeply and erotically, letting her tongue slither deep into their throats, refreshing the tangy flavour of her saliva on their tastebuds, before crawling down them again.

She doubled back up between their legs, hands gliding on their sweaty skins, until she was before their pussies, squashed together thanks to the coils of Akeisha's torso.

Akeisha slipped her hands up between their legs too... and began torquing them and their fingers together until they formed twisted, blunted stumps. Akeisha's compressed hands flopped on flexing forearms, losing all rigidity to take on a tentacular approach... as she squeezed them past her head into Lilian's and Sasha's pussies.

They both yowled at the intrusions of such thick organs, and then gasped when Akeisha added another layer to the stimulation; her tongue, slithering forth to waggle between their clits, brushing back and forth wildly.

And beside them, the men found one of Akeisha's legs each coiling around their lower limbs, gaining the leverage needed to drag her hips down upon their cocks, taking both at once with relative ease, though a ripple coursed all the way along Akeisha's impossible length.

Though while she took them with ease, they groaned in intense ecstasy, the tightness of the plant woman's innards made stricter by the pressure their cocks imparted on each other through the tissue separating Akeisha's nethers.

And then her hips began to move back and forth, soft flesh grinding against their bodies while her legs helped pull her crotch down on the cocks of the two men, forcing them to moan into Akeisha's smothering torso flesh.

She didn't waste time getting up to speed, and nor did she wait to start gyrating her hips as much as she could, not only stirring their cocks about inside her constricting walls, but grinding her succulent flesh against their bodies too.

Hans was especially shameless, his voice taking on an almost shrill pitch now that he was experiencing the constriction of Akeisha's incredible pussy, those folds rippling and stroking in ways no human could manage, while George endured the crushing tightness and potent suction of her ass.

They moaned, trapped in the coils of Akeisha's body, muffled and contained, while Lilian and Sasha loosed their ecstasy into the air for all to hear, feeling Akeisha's tongue and arms working away with relentless focus. The sensation of Akeisha's twisted hands and fingers, the contours tugging on both their folds, made the women twitch and squirm, Akeisha's limbs feeling like they were now 'ribbed for their pleasure', grinding against their G-Spots and pushing right to their cervix, though no pressure was applied to those sensitive openings. Akeisha only wanted to make these final orgasms as intense as possible.

She worked her tongue faster... and let it slither further, worming between the bodies of the two women, up through their pressed-together cleavage, and between their faces. Lilian and Sasha eyed it warily, but still did not resist it when it started pushing past their lips, gliding slickly into their throats and bulging out their necks in turn. One, then the other. While the rest of its length still waggled manically against their clits, increasing the stimulation further and further.

Their moans were shrill, sharp, and husky, a mixture of their exhaustion and their utter bliss. They weren't muffled like Hans and George were, the noise that was most heard from them being the sloppy clapping of Akeisha's hips colliding with their own, simultaneously or quickly in sequence.

They could feel themselves nearing one more climax, barely cognisant now of the stimulation they were experiencing, their minds at the limits of what Akeisha's substances could do. Her milk could invigorate and provide only so much nutrition to produce semen and other fluids, and though they were still in the daze inflicted by her pollen, it could not sustain their lust forever.

They were exhausted, weak, and soon to be hungry. This would need to stop sooner rather than later.

And that was Akeisha's plan, to get them so utterly exhausted they could not remain conscious. And then she'd be free to do what she needed.

But her ecstasy wasn't being ignored here either; everything she was doing, not just to the men, but the women as well, was bringing her pleasure, making her body ripple throughout its incredible length... length that only increased as her pleasured form started wrapping more and more loops formed out of her stretched body around the four captives.

Coil by coil, they were smothered in veritable quivering mounds of elastic green body, squeezing and flexing chaotically. Not wild yet, but Akeisha was going to join her lust-drunk captives in the same kind of bliss, all of their moans now silenced by the quivering balls of glistening emerald coils enveloping them.

Their minds were all adrift, the intoxicating cocktail of ecstasy, aphrodisiac, and exhaustion all working to send them spiralling into an abyss they couldn't crawl out of.

Were there any observers, all they'd see were a pair of tightly bundled knots of quivering, wriggling green lengths, glistening and glinting in the sunlight, muffled moans from within them almost drowned out by the creaking and dull clapping of plant-like flesh on flesh.

The shivering grew more intense, as did that muted clapping from inside one of the balls. While the moaning soon grew louder, the captives within these writhing prisons all nearing a fateful climax, one that promised to send them to a veritable heaven within their own minds and bodies, even as the line between reality, physical sensation, and the out-of-body sensation of such intense pleasure began to blur.

Akeisha moved harder, faster, eager to see them expend the last reserves of their energy, and to fill herself with some more delightful seed. She rocked her hips with an almost brutal force into the two cocks front and back, taking them with ease, and gripping them with a merciless pressure. Such tightness stroked the two men's cocks with milking hunger, while a constant secretion of fluids ensured suitable lubrication.

As for the women, they were just about at their limits, Akeisha's twisted arms thrusting like tentacles into their pussies, thicker than anything they'd taken yet, and more textured. And their clits together ruthlessly stimulated by the endless waggling of a tongue squeezed between them, writhing between their breasts, and taking turns filling their throats, stretching all the way up from their groins to their mouths.

All of them twitched and writhed, their squeals of pleasure as shrill as could be, man or woman. They could feel their orgasms coming. And Akeisha's too.

At long last, the real finale arrived, as a sequence of intense orgasms ripped through the four captives, practically all at once; Hans and George thrusting up into Akeisha's pussy and ass, Lilian and Sasha jerking violently with Akeisha's arms subject to the tight clenching and spasming of their canals. Juices sputtered against Akeisha's tongue, removing itself from the two mouths above to let them practically scream their ecstasy, even embraced by endless green coils of silky, sultry flesh.

And for Akeisha, she felt hot, warm cum flood her nethers, prompting her to slam both the men's cocks up into her hips, making her rump jiggle even as it was squashed against George's crotch. She squeezed tight, making sure nothing was wasted.

And that in turn was the last straw of stimulation needed to send Akeisha over the edge herself, her coils suddenly clenching hard and spasming wildly, impossible to tell where the shaking ended and began.

Even as she experienced such bliss, she remained entirely mute, not even making a squeak. Her face only slightly cracked with the pleasure, but the violent shaking and creaking of her stretched body revealed the true extent of her bliss, the forest spirit lost and indulging in the veritable feast of ecstasy.

It seemed to go on and on, the constant writhing, shaking, rippling of green flesh, glinting and flashing in the sunlight. It was almost impossible to tell what was happening... and then it all went still.

The loops seemed to sag, the knots of emerald lengths loosening up... and then they all began to fall away.

Akeisha pulled herself out from between the women's groins, and pulled her hips off the cocks of the men, slowly unwrapping herself from the four humans and leaving them to breathe shallowly, having calmed down from their own orgasms.

The men were still hard, but Akeisha knew they were all now at their limits. And she was certainly satisfied enough. There was nothing more she could extract from them that wouldn't finally be harmful.

Now, however, they were ready for the final piece. Exhausted and weary, she would have no trouble ensuring they remained silent on anything they saw within the Chislewood.

She 'looked' on them, her hands clutching their faces in turn. They barely reacted beyond some weak twitching and shallow groaning. They hung limply in the vines that held them, barely aware of their surroundings, staring off into space. Occasionally they twitched in lingering pleasure, their genitals looking as if they could go on.

Akeisha was very tempted. But she ultimately had a role in all this, with the Chislewood, now it was time to finish it, looming in towards Sasha, clutching the woman's cheeks.

Sasha barely responded, staring weakly back at Akeisha's masked visage. She didn't even react when Akeisha's long tongue slithered out a full foot and brushed against her lips, while those purple petalled flowers with their glittering sacks appeared once more, hovering over Akeisha's shoulders.

Akeisha loomed closer, ready to seal Sasha in the deepest kiss the woman would ever experience.

And then a noise caught her attention. A little shrill beep. Her head turned, and her tongue recoiled back into her mouth. There was another little beep, coming from the ground.

Akeisha let go of Sasha, and doubled back, bending over and descending towards the forest floor, looking near the bag Lilian was wearing. Akeisha sent out her arms, and made her fingers stretch into metres long tendrils to sweep the grass of the clearing. And there she felt it, a small plastic box.

She clutched it in her hands, and brushed her normalised fingers over its hard surface, as it continued to intermittently blink.

Her impassive face betrayed no emotion, but she cast a blind look back towards her four captives, while holding up the beacon sending out a specific distress call...

---

Yumi and Rajesh were exhausted, but they were pushing themselves hard; they received the distress call from the rest of the expedition yesterday morning, and now it was the early afternoon of the following day. They tried to cover as much ground as possible, while making repeated attempts to contact them on any device they had, with little luck. All they had was a little tablet with a GPS map giving them a vague reading on where George and the others were.

"I hope they're alright," Rajesh remarked as he constantly checked the tablet, making sure that they were headed in the right direction. They needed to find the others as quickly as possible. Other rescue services had already been alerted, but they'd be days off yet. Rajesh and Yumi wanted to find the others and help them first, and that's why they had packed extra beacons, food, and medical supplies in their bags, taking no other equipment except what was needed. They both wore bright orange jackets and jeans, their muddy boots trailing grass and dirt as they tromped through the Chislewood. It was risky to go chasing after the expedition like this when they'd run into trouble, but the two just couldn't sit around doing nothing. It was what they had agreed to.

Yumi had even brought a compact shotgun. Nothing fancy, just something for self defence in case it was a wild animal that had beset the others.

"We won't know until we find them, let's hurry," she said, her eyes scanning the environment. They were travelling up a gully, nearing its end, and emerged into a small clearing that overlooked the forest, afternoon rays bathing the treetops in slowly tinting light, the canopies rippling in a gentle breeze that carried aloft a sweet aroma.

They found evidence of a campsite here, so they knew they were close, and continued onwards, keeping an eye on their surroundings.

They marched some more, until they arrived at yet another clearing. This one was covered in a few errant shadows from vines criss-crossing the space between the trees. What caught their eyes however were the flowers around the trunks of the trees, some fat-headed and growing from the ends of bright green vines, others smaller and sporting five lavender coloured petals.

What caught their eyes more was something sitting in the middle of the clearing. They approached it slowly, Yumi holding her shotgun low.

Rajesh crouched down and picked up the object; the yellow beacon that the expedition had carried with them, still quietly loosing its intermittent beeps.

"It's one of their beacons alright," Rajesh remarked. "But where are they?"

He looked around, as did Yumi.

"Where's their stuff?" she asked, though Rajesh had no answer.

And then, a sound. A muffled, weak murmur, and the sound of rustling and creaking. Rajesh and Yumi flinched, and turned around; nothing. But the sounds continued... above them.

They slowly turned their eyes up, and they widened in utter shock.

There, in the canopy by the edge of the clearing, was George, Sasha, Hans, and Lilian, strung up in vines, stripped naked and beset by all manner of obscenity; the two men with their faces snared by a sucking flower, something bulging out their throats, another latched to their ass, and a third gently milking their pricks, smaller vines teasing their nipples. And the women were filled in all their holes by slowly pumping vines with heads like penises, fat-headed flowers like what assailed the men sucking on their breasts.

They twitched and quivered, groaning weakly at the gentle depravity being done to them.

"What the..." Rajesh uttered, while Yumi just couldn't find the words.

So bewildered by what they were seeing, they failed the notice the emerald green figure creeping up from the shadows behind them, winding hands hovering just outside their fields of view...

---

The SAR party leader groaned as he looked at the tired, weary, but otherwise healthy individuals before him, on the outskirts of some remote village next to an old forest. He'd brought his team all the way out from the nearest city after an alarm was raised about some scientific expedition going missing, only to find them in a dishevelled state looking sorry for themselves.

"You're telling me... you two," he said, pointing to Rajesh and Yumi, "received a distress call from the others' beacon, and called us. Then you went to go looking for them as well, on your own... and you find them... then you all got lost because your maps were wrong?"

"That's about the size of it," George muttered, scratching the side of his head. They had all their packs and most of their gear, but some of it had gone missing. Sample bags and their cameras, and a few of their tools like George's machete.

"Do you have any idea how much of our time you've wasted? And how much money it cost to get us out here?" the SAR leader growled.

"I am fully prepared to pay for any costs incurred," George conceded, trying to appease the simmering rescue worker, his men standing around looking a little grumpy themselves.

"Take it up with HQ then, nothing I can sort out for you," the man muttered. "What were you even out here for, this place is damn remote and dangerous. People don't like going here."

"We were, uh, on an expedition, looking for some ruins or evidence of a long lost tribe," Sasha explained.

"And did you find anything?" the SAR leader muttered idly.

At that, George and the others seemed to flinch.

"No. We found nothing at all," he answered, almost monotonously.

The SAR leader gave George a quizzical glance, and then shook his head.

"Whatever, we've wasted enough time here. Come on, let's get going," he said to his men.

As they turned to leave, George seemed to relax a little, and turned to his colleagues.

"Well... we better get going too. I'm going to enjoy the shower when we get back to civilisation," he remarked.

"You and me both, I stink," Lilian remarked.

"Do you?" Hans interjected. "You kinda smell like flowers."

"We all do," Sasha agreed.

"Yeah... so do we," Rajesh added.

"What did we even get into to end up smelling like this? I don't remember many flowers," Yumi asked.

They looked looked at each other, a blank look falling over all their faces, before they simply shrugged.

"Whatever, I think it's high time we head home," George said.

That was something they all agreed on. The expedition was a failure... but at least it was an experience. They all now knew that hiking could be really uncomfortable, and were looking forward to the nice relaxation of a good hotel, heading back into the village to collect their gear. Oh well, there was no guarantee they would've found anything anyways...

As the six expeditioners walked away, a figure in a cloak of local make watched them from around the corner of a shed. He brought his hand up to his ear.

"Subjects appear to be healthy. Slight dehydration and mess, but otherwise unharmed. Memories appear to have been wiped, as expected. Specimen's influence is also evident, causing them to claim they found nothing. Any equipment that might've contained or externally carried evidence has also been removed. HQ, how advise?"

"Continue monitoring the specimen from afar. Don't take any unnecessary risks, employ thermal micro drones as needed. Another team will observe the subjects to determine any other influence from the specimen."

"Acknowledged. Will continue long term surveillance. 'Forester' out."

He ended the transmission, and watched the six people enter the brick house that they'd been living out of since first arriving, before four of them entered the Chislewood. Now all of them were leaving within only a few days of launching their trek into the forest. Much like others who entered and returned with news of nothing interesting within, and yet locals still feared the place. Those people always came back a little tired, dehydrated, and smelling of roses. But whenever pressed for information, it was like an enchantment made them state the 'truth'.

He knew the reality... but not quite all of it.

'Forester' frowned.

"Akeisha... just what else are you protecting in there," he murmured to himself.