Azalea stepped carefully, lest the fey that lurk in these woods detect her presence and react... unkindly.

 

Azalea was a half dryad, born to a human mother (the dryad being her useless absent father), and belonged to the druidic circle that watched over the woods from which she was born. This was not the forest she belonged to. This forest was watched over by different druids, and belonged to different fey. She did not belong here.

 

But it was the shortest way to her goal. She'd taken a simple quest from the small village in the heart of her forest. She was to travel to the town of Iceshorn Plateau, nestled into the outer layers of the Iceshorn Forest, and purchase some rare herbs from the market there. It should be easy, and the theoretically hardest part (the climb) was already behind her. Now he just had to take it slow, follow the path, and watch her footi-

 

*snap*

 

Azalea stepped a branch and immediately felt a rumbling from below. Without sufficient time to dodge, she simply groaned at what was about to happen.

 

Thick vines surged out of the earth below her, wrapping around her arms and legs and entombing her in a cocoon of leafy matter. Smaller vines immediately set to work removing her clothes and gear. Not even waiting for the pleasantries, I guess.

 

A feminine voice addressed her from the side. "You don't belong here, little one-"

 

"Yeah," she interrupted, "I know, lemme go and I'll continue on my way. I promise, I mean no trouble. I'm only passing through."

 

It continued, "I think not, river blossom. Not without paying a consolation, of course~"

 

Azalea could tell by the sound of its voice that the fey that had caught her was a dryad. A full dryad. Dryads, and nymphs in general were notorious for their libido, and if Azalea's was anything to go by, their reputation undersold it. She expected something like this might happen. She was most concerned about the delay she'd suffer from having to be some nymph's plaything for the afternoon. Once was charming, but the longer it took her to get through this forest, the more likely she was to get caught again, and again, and again until it wound up taking a decade to find her way home.

 

"I have valuables in my pack!" she offered. "I'm willing to barter them for safe passage as long as I can keep the coin I need for my quest."

 

"I have a better idea," the dryad replied.

 

By now, most of Azalea's clothes had been removed. The vines had done so gently, thank the gods, and probably set them in a neat pile nearby. She felt the vines start to ooze something that tingled when it touched her skin. She was familiar with the feeling, and her eyes darted around her cocoon until she spotted it: creepers, woven around some of the thicker vines, sporting purple flowers that seemed to ooze a viscous sap. The flowers were lovers' tears, and she was in for a rough night.

 

"I'll inform the local druidic circle that I've allowed you passage through our forest, but first I'm going to punish you for trespassing in the first place."

 

Her body was heating up alarmingly fast as smaller vines massaged the sap over every square inch of her exposed flesh, and thicker vines began to work her feet up to the level of her ass, and her hands up and together above her head. The empathogenic effect was already bonding Azalea to her captor emotionally, and thinking straight was a fantasy at best. That fantasy retreated further into unnamed realms of impossibility as a vine nestled against her vulva between her lips, and further still as it began to slowly pump back and forth.

 

The vine cocoon closed around her until every inch of flesh was in contact with the agonizingly pleasurable vines, and a hole opened up for her head to stick through. The dryad stood in front of her, looking directly into her eyes.

 

"Thank me for my kindness, pet."

 

Better to bend than to break. Azalea valiantly struggled to fit some words of gratitude in between her gasps and moans. "Th- AANH! Thank you, M-mistress!"

 

"How easily you submit to me! What a good girl you are! And good girls deserve rewards~"

 

The vines composing Azalea's prison all began to undulate at once. Vines rocked against her body, and vines groped her breasts and her ass. The vine that had been teasing her down below split in two, and then the two vines reinforced themselves back to the same thickness and entered her, front and back, all at once.

 

The sound Azalea made in response would be best classified as a scream, though one could argue for its classification as a whine or a moan instead. The front vine twirled off a small nub to tease her clit, truly leaving no part of her untouched. Her graceful moans and whines devolved into the animalistic grunts of a thing for which sapience was a far off dream, and she rocked against the vines fucking her.

 

The dryad stepped back and looked up. "Well, I suppose I have a bunch of druids to go argue with on your behalf. The vines will play with you for a while more, and then they'll expand back out to keep you safe until morning. I suggest drinking plenty of water tomorrow~"

 

Its words sank in. Words were a thing beyond Azalea's meager comprehension at the moment, but she would remember them when the time was right.

 

The dryad walked away, leaving the druid to her ecstatic misery.