The Flowering Lattice must have had experience with elves, it was singing to the Peace Walkers about Isabella’s wet appendage as the pair stood to either side of the girl that hadn’t even been kissed before today. The tendril in her throat withdrew to make room for the sasquatches as the first one took a gentle hold of her head, and used her lulling tongue like a ramp to slide his cock into her mouth.
There was no gagging, or struggle to breathe when the sasquatch bulged her throat. The Lattice was keeping her in perfect sync to maintain her health. At 15 inches long, and 2 inches thick, with large bulbous balls packed with unspent semen, the poor lass was going to be used like a cheap whore and her body was going to be left ruined, though hopefully the Suture Vine would heal the minor injuries, and she wouldn’t be too scarred by the acts she was performing.
It took a couple more thrusts before the girl’s nose was planted inside the ape’s body hair, and the deep reverberating moan that shook Thorin told him all he needed to know “May as well get comfy.”
Isabel was vaguely aware of the penis in her mouth, the stench of river water, sweat, and musk that should have disgusted her, but she was enjoying herself. Thorin was nearby, he had sat down “Who Thor… who?” her mind was going blank aside from the still burning need between her legs, and the sensitivity across her body, like ants under her skin. She knew she couldn’t move on her own anymore. “What am… what is…” she was forgetting who she was without realizing it “Want… more…” as if answering her, the hairy creature pulled her face into his hair, and released her to the other creature, this one had an even bigger stamen to push into her mouth and made it hard to breathe. She wanted to keep making the hairy nature man feel good. Suddenly, she could move her head again -or was she always able to? She didn’t care. She started bobbing forward and backward. Letting the nature man feel good with her mouth, letting his musk mix with the other scents in the air. She was pulled off his body, and the other nature man pushed into her mouth, rougher this time, smashing her nose with each thrust.
Watching Isabella get passed back and forth was actually hot, watching her throat bulge and her smooth tits shift on her chest with each movement. Fluids dripped from her cunt, and chin. She was actually enjoying this. Sitting on her knees, being face fucked by greater intelligent beasts and having her mind fucked by plants. Drool ran from ape cock to her lips, and her mouth was filled by the massive head of the sasquatch’s cock opening her mouth, slamming her down to the base of his shaft and his balls slapped the lass’ chin.
After a few minutes of pleasuring themselves, one of the sasquatch lifted Isabella from under her arms while the other cradled her head and shoulders as she leaned back, tits to the tree canopy. Both of their cocks pointed upward, one at her snatch, the other at her mouth. “I really hope they’re gentle with her back…” With deep groans, they entered her from opposite ends; the larger of the pair was no doubt tearing her inner walls before being stopped by her cervix, while Isabella’s eyes vanished in behind the other’s heaving balls. Her back was arched under the strain of being manhandled by a half ton of horny ape on either side. Throat filled to the edge of breaking, jaw forced open, ape cock noticeably stretching her. She should have been screaming, been begging for mercy, or struggling to be free. Instead she moaned like a whore, the kind so hopped up on drugs their minds are gone. Isabella mewled like a slut when the ape ruining her pussy slipped out, and rammed it back in hard enough that Thorin could see the shape of its cock in her belly.
Thorin hadn’t failed to notice the bulge in his own pants “There isn’t really anything else I can do right now…” he thought while pulling out his cock and stroking it “This… feels kind of wrong… Oh well.”
Trapped in her own mind, Isabel finally pieced together what was happening, the nature men were mating with her. Somewhere in her mind there was a wrongness, but that part didn’t have a voice anymore. Everything felt so wonderful; the pain in her face, mouth, and neck. The firm grip on her hips and ribs. The feeling of pain that only made her want more. Her belly was straining, crushed on both sides, and hurting from the impacts that felt like being punched. Had she been hit in the past? The memory wasn’t there, but the hairy balls slapping against her eyes reminded her of something bad. Past? What is past? She couldn’t fathom time anymore. There was only here and now: mating with the nature men and plants. Fully and blissfully aware of every pleasure fueled sensation of touch and pain, and something began sucking on her nipples, and a sensitive spot at the top of her vagina, but without the ability to look up, she could only lose her mind as the pressure between her legs reached its limit, but was never satisfied.
The greater apes was getting louder, they had been plowing the poor lass for close to 10 minutes, and the Suture Vine had joined back in, using two of it smaller vines to suck on her tits, letting sap run down her ribs while a third had latched on to her clit. Isabella would have lost her mind by now if she hadn’t already had it taken over “Fuck…” his cock twitched when the image of her fucked silly face flashed in his mind. The sasquatches started picking up speed, and fucking her harder. Before they had been in good sync with one another, both thrusting at the same time, now they were fucking her back and forth like a ragdoll, pulling her away from the other only for her to be pulled back even harder. Sometimes thrusting together and bending her back into an awkward angle, sometimes one would thrust several times quickly in a rapid plap plap plap. As quickly as the pair had started, they finished: grunting loudly and burying themselves as deep as they could, ballsacks tightening, and cumming as deep as possible.
They held her there, fluids entering her, filling her belly with hot sticky juice, that began running out of her lower entrance when there was no space left. The roots in her head twitched, and her throat opened wide to accept the goo and release her partner without forcing him out. She wanted to stay there, being filled in every way by nature.
The ape in her cunt pulled out first, spilling volumes of cum that a human couldn’t produce let alone contain, carefully setting her down until the other ape popped out of Isabel’s mouth, the only fluid that dripped from her lips was spit, the ape must have shot his load straight into her stomach. But her face, “Good Kami…” Thorin nearly busted his nut right there- her eyes had rolled back, tongue hanging out, blushing, and moaning like a slut with roots twitching in her ears and nose, no doubt drowning her brain with more nectar and pollen. She’d been fucked and rewired so much, there wasn’t much of a person left, just creature that craved cock. It was tempting to take advantage, especially with the Suture Vine letting go of her now swollen clit, and sliding into her twat, pumping her full of its healing sap, she’d be as good as fresh virgin in moments, and he could use her any way he wanted, especially with the Suture Vine also flushing the cum out of her. He could slam his cock inside as hard as he wanted, and she’d love it. Tempting, but it was bad enough that he was jerking off to her.
The man that brought Isabel here, he was watching her while he mated without a mate. She wanted him to feel good too, she wanted his penis inside her, and the roots listened.
Isabella jerked like a puppet suddenly on string. Crawling to him and his wanting dick on all fours in an unnatural motion, stopping as she got to dick sucking range. Roots poke out her mouth, dripping nectar on his member, lubricating it for what was to come. He had to restrain himself from skull fucking her right there. But a moment later, she had turned around, granting him a perfect view of her hairless, pale and puckering asshole before she took a position facing away, above his cock. “Ma- mate… me…” she muttered weakly. Thorin didn’t need to be told again. He took a hold of her hips, and guided her down so his slick cock touched her molested back door. And sat down like a lifelong whore, sinking all the way to his base without stopping, and only barely slowing. They moaned with one another, a beautiful song to match the silent choir of nature.
Finally she was having sex with a sentient mortal that wasn’t one of Nature’s Children, and as the Suture Vine forced its way into her pussy again, Thorin began. He leaned back, using his hands to lift and drop the 130 pound woman, she was little more than a weighted sex toy, moaning like a bitch in heat with gut violating insertion. Thorin did his best to be gentle, easing the lass up and down his shaft, but couldn’t keep his hips from bucking into her intestines with force. She was tight, and the roots in her skull twitched from time to time, making her asshole clench like a vice grip. In Thorin’s many years, he hadn’t been with someone being possessed and puppeted by another entity, parts of her body were limp, other parts were more sensitive. The vine sucking on her tits and clit kept her shaking and twitching, while the one in her snatch kept pounding and pushing her cervix inward, increasing the pressure against Thorin’s cock while his own orgasm rapidly built up.
Isabella gasped, the roots suddenly started shaking and twitching, and convulsing. Pouring sap into her skull as the Lattice Vine was finally overwhelmed by Isabella’s repeated orgasms that it had held at bay, and her entire body shook from the sudden release as she half experienced her first orgasm, compounded by all the rest that the Lattice Vine had been holding at back. Thorin stopped moving while the roots withdrew, leaving a trail of healing goo. For the first time in almost a half hour: the lass was her own person again.
That was, until the Suture Vine forced its way past her cervix with one vine and into her ear with the other, violently thrusting and pounding a hole through her brain while pumping fluids into her head and cunt, forcing her to cum in a thrashing jerk. His self control overcome: Thorin starting fucking her hard and fast, and his cum shot into her ass, matching the explosion of nectar and seeds out of her unfilled ear, nose, mouth, and throat. No doubt her womb was being filled and fertilized as well, her belly was already swelling from being pumped full until the sap burst out of her twat, spattering her legs and Thorin’s lap in plant cum.
The Suture Vine finally withdrew from Isabella’s body, releasing her fully into the care of Thorin, who she fell back onto, leaving the both of them staring up at the sky, or at least, Thorin was, Isabella’s eyes were crossed and rolled back, unable to focus, blinking out of sync while the nectar leaked out of every orifice. A few tiny roots wormed into her ear again, gently this time, to begin putting her brain back together.