The Morning Wood Tree

by Siggy Shade

The Morning Wood Tree contains the following content warnings: Abduction Anal sex Blood drinking (menstrual) Bondage Dendrophobia (tree phobia) Double penetration Double vaginal penetration Enema Figging Forced feeding Forced lactation Forced marriage Forced pregnancy Imprisonment Nipple bondage Lactation kink Male pregnancy Menstruation play Nasophilia (nose sex) Orgasm denial Period sex Perverted old grandpa Pinnochio kink Spanking Water sports

He releases the woman’s nipple, which dribbles with milk, and turns to meet my gaze. “Milly,” he says with a broad smile. “You look breathtaking.” My eyes widen at the man’s audacity. It’s one thing to have a lactation kink, but how dare he cheat on me and not give a shit that he’s been caught? “Is it time for us to leave already?” The other woman raises her head and offers me a serene smile. It’s his mother. I just caught my fiancé breastfeeding from his mother.

I may have been born to addicts and spent my formative years in foster care, but nobody gets to use my background as fodder for gaslighting.

“Erik was supposed to bring back a girl eager to continue the family tradition.”

“If I spend too much time apart from Mother, then her milk will run dry. Since Father’s also accompanying Mother, he will need to feed from Grandma.” I turn to Mikael. “Then who’s going to breastfeed you?” The old man’s gaze drops to my cleavage.

I’m being edged by a carnivorous tree and all I can think about is getting that orgasm.

“I can’t kill you, no matter how delicious you are. All I want to do is keep you pleasured and safe.” “Then why am I tied up with a ginger root up my ass?”

“Look at you,” he says, his voice filled with wonder. “So passionate and hot. You’re more beautiful than anything in the forest.”

“I want to keep you at my side until the end of time,” he murmurs into my hair, his fingers soaking up the moisture from each strand.

“There was a choice. I could retain my immortality and cast off my heart, or sacrifice it to be the man you want.” He gazes down at me, his eyes glistening. “I chose you.”

“What I was before was a mere branch to the being I am today. Now, I am the fruit of your love.”

“Oh, god,” I say. “Wrong,” he growls. “You are my goddess and I worship at your temples.”

“With a touch of my magic, the being I plant inside your husband will use his body as a host to incubate our offspring. When the time is right, it will break free.”