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Choose Your Own Adventure: Lady of the Woods 4C

<This post continues from the 3D “bathe in the spring” decision > You can feel the affection, or perhaps the desire, radiating from the Lady’s wet and all too close body, but you remember the warnings and your self preservation takes priority. You reach for the water and begin to bathe as the Lady had before. Her expression softens. Something like a quiet resignation replaces the spark of lust in her eyes and she pulls back to finish bathing herself in silence. The space between you suddenly feels bigger and colder, the silence too heavy to break. You finish bathing quickly and find her staring at you with longing. “You did well. The Woods have accepted you. From this day forth, you are a part of them. A necessary part. The fairies and nymphs here will require your life force, but in return you may eat these golden flowers and remain here as long as you like.” She turns to leave. But you remain perplexed. You ask where she is going. “Back to the grove. The Woods require my services as well. My arrangement is different though. I was hoping my contract might finally be fulfilled, but… no luck. May you enjoy your stay in the Woods. You won’t see me again.” The Lady leaves. You try to follow, but she vanishes into the mist without a trace and try as you might you cannot seem to find the cave you took to reach here from her grotto. Your hunger gets the better of you eventually and you try to eat one of the flowers. It tastes like honey and dried fruits and a single flower seems to fill you entirely. More than that you feel awake. Energized. And…. Aroused. Almost on cue, a fairy appears in the spring. She doesn’t speak, there is no preamble or ceremony, she simply saunters over to you eagerly, eying you like a snack to be savored, her gaze primal and hungry. She grabs your already erect cock and begins eagerly stroking with vigor. She holds up a flower and eats it, her cheeks flushing with arousal as she presents her dripping wet pussy to you. She seems to be feeling the same thing you are, that overwhelming burning need to breed that the flower stoked in your gut. You couldn’t stop yourself if you tried. You grab her tight butt and drive your penis deep into her eagerly waiting hole. It slides in easy. She’s tight but slick with lustful need and her body syncs with yours almost immediately, You move in sync, neither one dominating, neither one leading. The flower’s spell leads you both in a spiral of instinct and passion. The raw heat of the act is too much to savor. The fever builds to a crescendo and with one last thrust you cum deep inside of the fairy. You both stay intertwined for a moment, then with no more fanfare than she arrived, the fairy licks you clean and flies away. Another arrives an hour later, a nymph with large but perky breasts. She too eats a flower, sharing some with you, and immediately wraps her tits around your penis and begins working it with intense motion. The soft texture envelops you, the flower enhancing every little sensation into something almost too pleasurable to be true. She sucks you dry down to the last drop. The rest of the day brings more visitors. An allurane that deep throat’s you to climax. A dryad who’s plump ass you pound for two rounds. A fairy who grinds you until you can hardly stand. An endless parade of beautiful flowers all of whom need your pollen. Night brings no rest. Those too shy to approach you alone and eagerly in the day show in in groups at night. They do all the work, feeding you flowers to keep you going while pressing each other into increasingly intense sexual positions and services. You spend the night being licked, sucked, ridden, stroked, and fucked until time looses all meaning. Sometime in the early hours, you find yourself alone for a moment. You have lost count of how many times you climaxed. How many partners you had today. The flowers seem to never end and as you ponder one the Lady crosses your mind again. You haven’t heard a spoken word that wasn’t a horny giggle or a moan of pleasure since she left. In the coming months you would come to fixate on her. The fairies weren’t much for conversation. Even when your cum turned gold like the nectar of the flowers and you began to recognize and even name the Woods girls who serviced you day and night, when flowers sprouted from your head and your skin began to green, the pleasure never lessened nor did your thoughts of the Lady. < Ending F - King of the Woods >