The Morning Wood Tree

by Siggy Shade

branch rises from the floor ahead of me, obscuring my view of the forest. Its tip softens to form a bud, which then expands to the size and shape of an average penis. The wood gleams in the sunlight, looking so polished that I almost mistake it for stone. “Is that to your liking?” the tree asks. “Longer,” I rasp. “Thicker, with a bulbous mushroom tip.” The tree’s deep chuckle rumbles across my front, and the leaves caressing my clit tighten to form a cocoon. Every fine hair on it sways back and forth, each stroking my sensitive bundle of nerves. A pleasant shudder runs down my spine and settles in my empty pussy. All thoughts of the tree wanting to murder me vanished, replaced by a desperate need for the wooden dildo. Within a few heartbeats, the dildo transforms into a ten-inch toy. I’m panting so hard that I can barely say the words. “It’s perfect. Give it to me, please.” The branch rises in an arc over my head and circles my opening, making me buck my hips. “Please,” I whisper. “Stop teasing. I need your wooden cock.” “Eager little human. If you want this cock, then you must give me what I need.” He wants blood. And a little pussy juice. There’s little I can do to speed up the flow apart from writhing around like I’m in heat. The tree withdraws the dildo, and the last part of my dignity snaps. I grind my hips and press my belly into the massaging fingers, trying to encourage the flow.