Forest God's Sacrament

Tommy had been hiking in the woods 3 days when he heard the babbling brook. It was picturesque, not on the map, and seemed completely untouched by humans. This was what backpacking was all about. He dipped his hand in and felt how cold the water was. Without thinking he cupped his hands and took a drink of the cold clear liquid. Sweet, clean tasting. Delicious. Why did he do that? Tommy was an experienced hiker, he knew all about the nasty critters that lived in backwoods streams. # *You belong to me now. Be fruitful* Tommy felt hot, like his clothes were burning him. he stripped down as quickly as he could before the pain brought him to his knees in a mud slick. The dark muck felt good on his skin. He writhed, his body sqirming and changing. He ached, he needed something, he neeeded- # *Worship*

She needed to touch herself. Fuck it felt so good, cumming like a slut there in the mud, compelled by a strange voice she found herself thinking of as her Lord. Images popped into her mind. On her knees, servicing a man. She liked men now, this body craved them. After the 3rd orgasm, she was satisfied enough to wash clean in the cold clear stream. She felt radiant as she air dryed # *Present* Vines snapped around the new woman's arms, hoisting them above her head and pulling her to her feet. Shivering, the nameless woman spreadd her dripping hole for the Lord of the Forest.

Thick white sap poured into her. *I'm being bred* She belonged to the forest god, and he was planting his seed in her. A tendril entered her mouth. She sucked greedily as her holes were violated, filled with gallons of the sticky, cumlike syrup. This was holy sacrament.

# *Go home. Raise my childe, and worship daily. Goodbye, my beloved*