You were hired to protect me. A strong, fearless knight, a foot taller than me and double my weight in pure muscle. My father, the king, had entrusted my safety to you.
Yet, here you are, raping me.
As you had been leading me through the forest, a strange magic overtook the trees. Roots tore out of the ground, scattering rocks and dirt as they wrapped around both of us.
I was pulled to the ground, earthy tentacles holding each wrist and ankle in a vice. You were brought to your knees, arms pulled behind your arched back, still managing to look over me.
The roots wormed their way under your armor, tearing through it as easily as they tore the cotton of my trousers. They fondled your muscled body, massive tits jiggling, balls swaying, cock worked to hardness. One began to work its way into your asshole. I saw the tip, thin and tapered, before it disappeared behind you and you howled. It quickly grew in girth, but it did not stop. You panted and thrashed helplessly as it filled your guts. You were strong, but this was an attack you had no way to defend against. As I saw the roots swarming beneath the taught skin of your belly, I felt relief that it wasn’t me suffering. The roots still held strong, but they had no interest in me past stripping me of my pants, leaving me exposed and humiliated. Still, as pre cum dripped on the forest floor between your legs, I knew I had escaped with the lesser of the two evils.
Until the tentacles in you stopped moving. Your abdomen was distended and rock-hard with stilled roots. You panted, tears rolling down your face. I grimaced, maybe you weren’t as strong as you had looked. Then, my legs were spread, and you, manipulated by the mass of tentacles in your body, were moved over me.
I screamed at you, that I would have you beheaded if you laid a finger on me. How dare you! My threats did nothing as roots maneuvered your cock into me. I shrieked, your cock as massive as the rest of you pummeled past my entrance. I’ll have you killed for taking my most precious gift! A common knight as yourself.
The tentacles pulled you back for a moment, just long enough to flip me around and force my ass into the air. Then, you slammed back into me in one motion. The air was knocked out of me, my eyes rolled back into my head. Your constant mantra of sorry’s being cut off was just barely audible over the blood rushing to my ears.
I continue to scream and berate you as you were thrust back and forth, your body nothing more than a puppet for these trees to control. Tentacles danced over my body, but never once dipped into my holes as they had yours. Despite this, I was certain I had received the worst of our two fates. You were nothing but a talented- not so talented, after all- knight, while I was the child of the king. You were expendable. I was not meant to suffer like this.
The tentacles grew bored and switched our positions. You were sprawled onto your back and I was air-lifted to sit on your cock straight up. Then, I could see what had cut off your words. A tentacle had worked its way past your lips. I could see the bulge in your throat, but I had no idea how far it had reached. I saw you were still crying, and it disgusted me. The roots lifted me until just the tip of your cock remained inside, and dropped me. I sobbed as you bruised me deep inside.
I noticed the roots inside of you had started moving back and forth, in and out. The sight of them moving under your skin disgusted me, so I looked away, but I could still hear your gagging beneath me.
My head snapped back when I felt your hands grab my hips, the tentacles around your wrists forcing you to grab for me. “How dare you?!” Mid-rant, a tentacle darted between my teeth, the trees finally having enough of me. It threaded itself past my tongue, past my gagging, and into my spasming stomach, showing me just how deep the one in your throat was. My jaw felt like it was being torn from my skull with the mass of this thing. It tasted like dirt as it rubbed back and forth on my tongue.
We changed positions once again. We were rolled over, me now under you once more, face to your chest. My legs were forced to wrap around your hips, you on your knees, elbows on either side on my head. You rutted into me, deeper than I would’ve thought possible. Even as I felt your seed jet into me and squirt out around your cock, the roots did not allow you to slow. I screamed in outrage around the tentacle in my mouth. But, I was starting to feel a different kind of frustration as well. A frustration that you had came and I had yet to.
We remained on the forest floor for quite some time. I lost count of how many times you had came inside of me. My stomach had started to bloat a bit with the load. The tentacles continued to change our positions periodically, but I had yet to come. I was a sobbing, begging mess by the time a tentacle decided to work its way into me alongside of you. I felt certain I would tear, but I also found I didn’t much care, chasing anything to bring me closer to the edge.
The tree started to pump something inside of me. Little bulbs made their ways through the root and into my guts, each one squeezing and milking your cock as the tentacle in your ass milked your prostate, causing you to endlessly pump cum into me with the deposits of seeds that were causing my stomach to grow. Only after I was filled to burst, looking 6 months pregnant, did the tentacles begin to recede. You were dropped on top of me, your weight crushing the mass in my guts, causing me to moan. As both of our bodies were vacated of those roots, our limbs free, we were both too boneless to move, your cock still inside of me, us both panting and crying.
I recovered first, shoving you off of me. I dragged my shaking body to its knees and straddled your face, sinking down. I commanded you to eat me out, still having had not cum, and you had no choice. Despite this, I still promised you that I would reconsider your execution if you had a talented enough tongue. Your hands gripped either globe of my ass as you set to work with a new found energy. I gasped, and part of me wanted to reprimand you for touching me, but the way you sloppily made out with my fucked-out hole had me wordless. Your own cum dripped out and covered your chin. After a moment of trying to find my words, my hand fell over one of your wrists and you stilled for a moment.
“Finger me,” I commanded, and you did so eagerly, quickly working in one finger at a time until you were practically fisting me before feeling any true resistance by my loose walls. I came with a scream, grinding down onto your face and hand. Despite the uncomfortable position, you continued to service me through my long-awaited orgasm. Perhaps, I would keep you around for a while as my personal guard after all. Though, we would have to figure out what to do about my belly.
Into the early morning hours, I had you fishing every last seed out of me.
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