Walking through the late summer woods, empty basket in hand after an unfruitful day of foraging. Spying a thicket of berries, illuminated by a golden shaft of afternoon sun through the canopy.
Running over, excitedly starting to fill your basket with the bounty. The basket spilling to the forest floor as something comes over you, your body freezing in place as if by magic.
Stealing my berries are we? A sweet voice with a mysterious edge falling on your ears.
Your words of protest laying dead on your tongue, your body compelled to kneeling among the leaves on the forest floor, squishing spilled berries under your bare knees.
A figure appearing out of the briars before you, elfin features nearly obscured by the tangled thicket of their hair, a mischievous glimmer in their catlike eyes.
I'm not one for unfairness, I'll accept a trade for them. Their tongue flicking over rows of teeth, sharp like the thorns of berry vines. A hunger for a hunger? Does this deal suit you?
Barely hearing your own voice responding over the frantic hammering of your hearbeat: Yes.
The Thicket Fae grinning ear to ear as they draw to their full height out of the tangled briars, four sinewy arms reaching towards your kneeling body. Their cock swelling forth, rippling like the coils of a vine's tendril.
Clawed hands tangling in your hair and gripping your jaw as your mouth is filled with their cock, berry-sweet sap smearing your tongue. Pushing deep, filling your throat with their cock and your nose with their fertile, earthy scent.
Pulling you away by your hair, leaving you empty and gasping. Claws ripping at your clothes, your suddenly bare skin crawling with gooseflesh despite the warmth of the day.
The Thicket Fae easily picking you up, turning you around and moving you as they please, protestation the last thing on your mind. Your cunt aching, dripping as a pair of hands grips your hips and grinds you against their massive cock.
A hand grips your neck, squeezing gently, their lips roaming your shoulder. Sinking their thorny teeth into your delicate skin, heady warmth spreading through your body like venom.
Their fingertips finding the ripe berry of your clit, sending a shudder of ecstasy through your body with circling pressure. The tip of their cock pressing eagerly into your cunt, stretching you without filling you, drawing whimpers from your gripped throat.
Hands forcing down on your hips, their cock entering you to the hilt in one swift stroke, stars in your vision as you're dragged right to the edge. Another stroke and you come undone, writhing in the grip of the Thicket Fae.
Their breath in your ear, their teeth finding purchase in your neck, their hands grabbing you rabidly, feverishly pumping their cock into your drenched cunt. Your body, hungrily used by the Fae, overflowing with pleasure.
Thrusting determinedly, stretching you deliciously, their cock shuddering as they fill your cunt with their flowing seed. Pulling out, gasping at your emptiness, seed spilling out and oozing down your thighs.
The chuckling of the Thicket Fae echoing through the trees as they fade once more into the tangle of briars. A deal well struck, Sweet One.
Looking down, your clothes restored to their previous state, your bite marks fading to bruises, your knees unblemished by stains. The thicket once again illuminated by a shaft of golden sunlight. Your basket overflowing with perfectly ripe berries.
