The last embers of the campfire glim dimly as you open your eyes. Getting up slowly you hold on tight to the moss blanket covering your body. If you hadn't gotten lost you would have been home to finish the quest already but instead found yourself in the forest. No tent and just enough rations to last the night. Foraging some herbs and the last few berries still on the brushes around you. The night was cold but the dense blanket of moss and the flickering fire kept you warm.

Now awake you take some more stick and drink another cup of the herbal tea you made to warm up more. Your hands are cold and you feel the cup slip once it's almost empty, tumbling out of reach. As you try to get up you notice your legs aren't moving. Lifting the moss blanket you see multiple vines wrapping them up. Growing out of the ground and tightly pinning you to the ground. You pull and tug trying to uproot the plants but they won't budge.

Looking around for your knife you notice it's barely out of reach. Lying down stretching your body towards it. You can almost touch the handle when the ground next to your hand cracks open and another vine traps your hand. A soft chuckle, barely audible somewhere from the dark forest, reaches your ear. You look around straining your eyes but only your shadow dancing in the campfire's light is visible.

“Are you looking for someone dear?”

A tall slender figure steps out of the shadows. Her arms are overgrown with flowers and she smiles at you. In her hand you can see multiple vines. She is wearing a dress made of moss and bark. Only slightly covering her light green skin.

“You took from the forest my dear. No prayer, no exchange, no questioning. Have you ever learned how to treat mother nature?”

She takes multiple steps towards you kneeling down giving you a short look under her dress. Her legs are long, small winding vines grow all over her body. Sweet smelling flower buds and delicious looking fruits fill the bag she is carrying. You struggle turning fully towards her, but she lets the vines go a bit, loosening the grip around your hand so you can face her.

“I don't want to hear excuses, I don't want to hear anything from you dear. Mother nature will take what she needs from you in exchange for the fruits you ate, the herbs you harvested and the shelter my moss brought you.”

She takes multiple herbs, adding them to the tea and handing you a cup. Holding it above you offering you to drink, which after a small pause you do. Your body heats up as you feel your arms go numb. She easily presses it down, as she ties both your hands above your head the vines around your feet slowly spreading your legs. You would protest but your body feels warm and numb. The coldness of the night fully fading as the dryad sits down on a stump Gazing at your body waiting for her special tea to take effect.

“It's so easy you would even have needed the blanket if you just asked the forest for help. It could have been so easy. Understand that, this is your lesson so learn for me.”

Her voice is softer than before or maybe your mind fogging up slowly is playing tricks on you. You breathe slowly looking at her as she rests her feet on your chest taking multiple plants and fruits out of her bag. You aren't sure how much time has passed drifting in and out of reality, the bonds holding you making it easy to focus on nothing but the nice numbness all over your body. The dryad gets up and undresses you, leaving just enough space with the vines to easily take off your clothes. You're not cold but can't help but feel embarrassed as you lie bound and naked on the moss blanket in front of her.

“You are a fine specimen. You will be good for me.”

She chuckles seeing your cock slowly begin to grow from the embarrassment. You look away blushing slightly as she takes a bundle of flowers scattering them around your head, the dried and fresh flowers smell incredible, a mix of fruity sweet and herbal notes begin to fill the air. Your slow breath quickly speeds up trying to take in more of the aroma. Your cock fully standing at attention, you hear her laugh. The plant woman takes a few of the fruits, cutting them open and dripping the sweet juice and sap over your body. Your chest and stomach are quickly dripped over, as she hovers the fruits over your cock squeezing the rest of the sticky nectar out.

“You are doing so well. I love an obedient ritual partner.”

The word ritual makes your ears perk up but before you can get any word out the dryad begins to chant. A soft hum like the whispering winds blowing through the leaves. A clicking of the tongue and words in a language foreign to you. The sound is wonderful, making you listen and stare. You breathe the sweet floral scent and begin to feel the nectar covering your body thicken and warm up. A tingling sensation spreading over the places she covered. Your chest and nipples buzz and your cock jolts and twitches as it begins to itch and heat up.

“Almost ready to start.”

You pull on the restraints, your cock pulsing again and again, your hands wanting to touch yourself so bad. Squirming, but not even able to grind your legs together spread out open. Her chanting stops and you manage to finally take your eyes off of her wonderful body. The floral scent is even stronger and sweeter filling the air in an almost cloying fog as your body starts to burn up the jolting and tingling and itching for touch increasing every second. You whimper and thrust your hips into the air. Helplessly wagging your cock in the hopes of getting rid of this aching need. Multiple vines wrapping around your stomach smearing the honey like nectar over your skin and pulling you down.

“Look around, be good and I will make that ache disappear.”

You look around you confused, before noticing the flowers and plants sprouting all around your body. Grown from the seeds and plants she surrounded you with no doubt. The miasma of the thick sweet scent filling your lungs mixed with the aching need all over your body starts to overwhelm you, just as the Dryad leans down. YOur cock throbs and you tense your body the best you can. Then you feel a soft plant bulb slip over your cock. The inside is warm and wet as the dryad pushes your cock inside. The sudden touch of pleasure ripping through your body almost makes you black out. Gasping for air taking the wonderfully addictingly sweet scent in. Your mind fogging up as a sweet fuzzy numbness spreads through your mind. She strokes the walls of the flower clinging to your tingling cock. It feels like it's melting as you feel precum gush out. Your tongue slips out drooling over yourself helplessly.

“That is perfect to keep that expression. I won't let your mouth feel lonely.”

Her voice is teasingly sweet as a fruit dangles from a vine in front of you. You lick your lips seeing it's wonderful vibrant colour. A drip of honey like juice dripping out of it into your mouth. A slightly sour taste jolting through you as your hips shoot up your cock spasming as you edge. You can't help yourself indulging in the sour tasty fruit. Licking and biting, eating it sensually. Your eyes roll back as she lifts the bulb of your cock. The edges combined with the jolts of pleasure ripping through your body. Your hips shaking, spraying precum over your body and the grass around you. Your tongue is sensitive each bite and lick forcing another edge.

“My my! Leaking and going dumb and melty for me.”

You can barely understand what she is saying as the fruit is taken away. Your cock squirting out more drops of precum. It's swollen and throbbing. Your balls clench and feel so heavy. The dryad looks down at you and licks her lips while wrapping a wet slimy vine around your balls as she leans over you and sticks out her tongue letting multiple drips of drool accumulate and drip down her tongue towards your mouth. Eagerly swallowing her spit your mind breaking from the new taste.

“We aren't done yet you won't break for me. Not yet. “

Any word coming out of your mouth has been replaced with moans and whimpers, your mind emptying itself with each breath. Replaced by the scent, the taste, the pleasure. Your arms and legs are numb, your whole body is either tingling or paralyzed and you can't help but love each second. With a flick of her finger, multiply thin vines encase your cock only your tip sticking out. Their soft leaves brush against your leaking tip and they begin to tighten and release. Over and over. Writhing and twisting around your shaft while teasingly brushing against your tip. Your toes curl and your eyes roll back. You feel yourself getting pushed over the edge but as you finally feel your mind emptying with the electricity of an orgassm running down your spine. Your cock only twitches. The vines tying off your cock and the orgasm quickly ebbing away. As sudden as it came it stopped.

“Don't think you get to cum just like that. I am in control my dear.”

You drool softly, starting to lick and suck on the nectar dripping vine in front of you. Your cock tortured and teased relentlessly by the writhing tentacles. The dry orgasm has fully emptied your mind, unable to form a thought. Filled with pleasure. She takes leave covered with thin wispy hairs and starts trailing it against your precum oozing tip. Brushing it is just barely against you. You scream arch your back. The orgasm builds and stops, as she laughs.

“A few more and you will have forgotten how to actually cum.”

You suck and drink more of the nectar. The vines speeding up their movements as you feel her blow cold air on your tip. Your breath quickens once more, sweat dripping down your body as you huff the cloyingly sweet miasma and pulse in another mindless dry orgasm. Your precum flies out almost squirting on her face.

“I think you are ready.”

The vines around your arms and legs disappear and you can finally move and stand up. You get on your knees and start mindlessly pumping your cock. Stroking hard and fast, your legs shivering you reach the edge. More pumping you are so close. Close closer and then. Nothing! Something is missing you are sure. You let your cock go and look at the dryad grinning ear to ear. You stare at her breasts, legs peeking at her wonderful pussy underneath her skirt. Grabbing and stroking yourself again. Fast soft rubbing your tip. The feeling rises and grows and then. Blank. Precum leaks onto the ground soaking the moss. Your mind oozes with sweet bliss and pleasure as you pump. Finding a rhythm pleasuring yourself. A feeling growing and fading. You feel like you are waiting for something but all you can think about is the pleasure and the sweet scent. Your head feels wonderfully empty. Dripping more and more precum. Milking it out of you covering soaking the ground as a puddle forms.

“You need to stay hydrated dear.”

She takes the tea and lets it drip down her finger making you nibble and drink as you worship her hand. You barely notice your arms going limp and your body falling backwards into the grass. the vines wrapping you up as more drips and squirts of precum leak out.

“You forgot something and only I can give it to you now. To finish the ritual.”

You move slowly writhing and tensing as the spikes of pleasure come faster and faster. Your mind snaps and fries slowly as you try to remember. Try to find what you have forgotten. The fog inside your head won't fade. It's thick and sweet, so heavy and numbing. The dryad stands up and sits down slowly on your chest. Your cock is leaking a steady stream of precum. But something is missing. The dryad smiles looking at your pleasure drunk face.

“I will help you remember words, feelings and the things I took from you. You gave me so much energy to feed the forest, it's time to end the ritual.”

You focus on her lips moving not following what she says, just staring as she licks her finger covering it in drool. She leans down slowly writing on your chest kissing your neck and lips. Each kiss each time she pushes her tongue into your mouth the fog lifts a tiny bit. The smell isn't fading but the fog is lifting slowly. You can feel her fingers write down a simple word.

She kisses and grips your cock moving her lips. They form a word over and over. You follow them trying to listen to what she says. Until you finally remember what you have been craving.

Her voice is clear. An order.

“ORGASM” The world goes white as the vines tighten getting ready to hold you. Your body begins to spasm. Your mind flooded with pleasure as your cum erupts. It's not multiple ropes feeling more like a constant stream. Your body catching up with what you have been missing out on over and over. Your mind struggles as she keeps repeating the word.

“ORGASM ORGASM FOR ME”

You want to scream but only manage to let out feral grunts, your cock spraying cum into the air. Your breath is ragged and you would curl up if not for the vines and her body holding you tightly bound, making sure you can't hurt yourself in the throws of the mind shattering orgasm. Your cock finally over stimulates fully getting soft rapidly still leaking out a steady stream of a thin pent up cum. Your mind is blank, shivering and shaking as the dryad caresses your cheek. Only her vines seemingly hold your mind and body together.

“It's okay if you repay your debts and more. Don't fight it. "Let go.”

You aren't sure what she means but feel your consciousness fading. Unsure if more cum leaked out or you wet yourself. You can't care, you can't think. Your eyes roll back and everything goes black.

In the morning you awake lying on a wonderful meadow your body is warm but every muscle in your body is sore. Your mind is hazy and as you try to move you find yourself weak and shivering. You hear a few other adventures call out to you. Picking you up on a carriage. You apologize for not being able to move but they dont mind. You look at their clothes. some of them bearing marks of more experienced adventurers. and all of them carrying a necklace made of roots. The druids, as you later find out, were called since a friendly forest spirit asked for their help retrieving a young adventurer. They take you in and let you recover. In a few days you should be able to walk again. You relax in bed still sore, you feel like you forgot something again, something slipping your mind. But it can't be that important you are sure. You take a deep breath, a sweet scent filling your lungs as you feel yourself leaking a rope of cum and falling asleep again to recover.