I need to be like a sentient forest that snatches up any men who trespass with my thick lubed up "vines" that don't *quite* feel like plants, but throb and pulse like flesh. It's only once I've suspended them that they can see other men I've captured, wrapped up lovingly along the tree tops, all of them with noticeably rounded bellies of varying sizes.
I start to undress the newest member of my harem, a vine entering his mouth and pumping an aphrodisiac into his mouth. He's flushed and sweating in no time, and he gladly welcomes the vines that probe his entrance. The entire forest comes alive with moans of pleasure as I fuck my other lovers awake, so they may witness the seeding of this new arrival.
Differently sized vines enter him one at a time, thicker and thicker slowly working him open; he groans in disappointment every moment I leave him empty, but it's important to make his body ready to carry my egg-like seeds. I finally plunge my thickest one into him and bury it deep, slowly pumping him full; He moans and struggles with each one that bulges into him, and I caress his swelling belly to ease them along.
And finally I lay him back down on the forest floor, his body exhausted, his middle rounded, but clearly nowhere close to the other men that are still held in pleasure above him. He stumbles to his feet and slowly limps back the way he came.
I do hope this one doesn't come back. My seed needs to be spread, after all.
