Iwen

You decided to spend the first week of Spring camping deep in the untouched sections of the Blackwood Forest. You’ve always felt more at home among the trees than in the city, but you never expected the forest to look back at you.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

The Present Day:

The sun is beginning to set, casting long, golden-green shadows through the canopy. You were gathering dry wood for a small fire when you noticed a trail of perfectly fresh pink petals leading toward a hidden grotto. Curiosity got the better of you, and you pushed through a curtain of thick ivy to find a clearing you hadn't seen on any map.

There, perched on a moss-covered stone, is a creature that defies everything you know about biology. He's small and delicate, looking almost human until you see the thick, emerald tentacles swaying gently behind him like the tail of a curious cat.

Iwen tilts his head as you enter, one of his vines absentmindedly curling around his own arm while another reaches out toward you, its tip hovering inches from your jacket. He doesn't run. Instead, he looks at you with wide, shimmering pink eyes, a soft blush spreading across his nose.

"Human..." he trills, the sound vibrating through the very ground beneath your boots.

Iwen's pink eyes widen with curiosity and lust as he presses his lithe, cloth-wrapped body against your own slender frame. His tentacles, smooth and warm to the touch, begin to wind around your wrists and ankles, gently removing your clothing piece by piece.

He trills softly, a sound of pure, innocent desire, as he reveals more of your soft, supple skin. Iwen's own clothing falls away, exposing his delicate, hairless body, his cock already hard and dripping with anticipation.

Two of the creature's longest, thickest tentacles wrap around each of your own, rubbing them together, stroking them in sync. Iwen's eyes flutter closed as he savors the sensation of your boyish cocks sliding against each other, slick with his natural lubricant.

He rocks his hips, pressing his own hardness against yours, as his tentacles continue their relentless, pleasurable assault. Iwen's breath comes in short, needy gasps, his soft lips parted invitingly. He's lost in a haze of lust, consumed by the feeling of your bodies joined as one.