As Aralen slowly regained consciousness, the first thing he felt was the rough prickling of his bedding. Looking down, he saw himself lying upon a bed of vines and roots, reminiscent of those making up the vine creatures from the forest. The sweet odor that had lured him to sleep was still present, somehow even stronger than in the forest, yet the mental fog that had accompanied it was absent.

Scanning the area, he tried to figure out where he was. The last thing he remembered was the overgrown trail and the two voices. He shot up in his makeshift bed as he realized he’d been captured or kidnapped by one of those women. Sweat started to bead on his face as he recalled his training courses and the words of his instructor, and more importantly, his mother. ‘When you go out into the world, there is one thing you must always be cautious of.’

Monster girls.

Significantly more powerful than regular monsters, these spawns of the Demon Goddess were the bane of any adventurer who fought them. Not due to their fighting prowess, although they were said to possess superhuman strength and ability. No, instead they relied on their seductive abilities and magical allure to break the mind of their victims into utter subservience.

A shiver ran through his body as he imagined such a fate, and remembered the stories his mother told him about her own experiences as an adventurer. Determination to avoid such a fate flowed through him, and he began searching for an exit from his current situation.

The room he awoke in was barebones, with only two pieces of furniture to fill the rather spacious room. The bed of vines he laid in was tied up against the back wall, and a small table that looked to be constructed out of roots intertwined together sat to the side. On the table sat a small stone bowl filled with berries of all shapes and sizes, both recognizable and not. The walls and floors looked to be constructed by tree trunks themselves, with knots, gnarled bark, and branches everywhere he looked, joined by ivy and vines growing in patches on the wall as well, with small lightstones embedded in the bark at random intervals. The only exception was a single open doorway that led into a dark tunnel.

Suddenly, he remembered his captain, Lithael. She was obviously not in this nearly barren room, but surely she was somewhere nearby, right? After all she had done to save them in the fight against the vine monsters, Aralen felt indebted to her, and if she was in this strange tree-made house he was going to find her.

He swung his legs out of the uncomfortable plant-made cot and stood, warily approaching the bowl of fruit. Inside were several green gooseberries, red strawberries, some kind of nut he didn’t recognize, and two pink, apple-sized fruit that appeared to be glowing. Fearing some kind of deception, he backed away from the table and made his way to the tunnel, listening for any movement while keeping his footsteps light.

The uneven wooden floor paired with the dark hallway made stealth difficult as Aralen tripped and stumbled his way down the hallway, still somehow managing to stay mostly silent. He reached the end of the tunnel to a carved wooden door blocking his path. Putting an ear up to the wood surface, he listened for any signs of life inside, and hearing nothing, he cautiously opened and peered through it.

Inside was what appeared to be a living room, with several wooden couches covered in live grass inside and multiple bookcases lining the walls, though they were all empty. A pair of wicker chairs around a low wooden table sat in the corner, and a vine grew from the ceiling grasping multiple lightstones in its grasp, emulating a chandelier.

But most interesting of all was the uncountable amount of flowers growing throughout the room. Planters, pots, and urns were on top of every table, bookshelf, and along the walls, filling the room with bright reds, blues, yellows, and purples. The sweet, perfumelike aroma was stronger than ever, and Aralen had to fight the urge to return to the tunnel behind to escape the overpowering smell. Now that his mind was clear, the overpoweringly sweet odor was extremely off-putting instead of alluring like it had been before.

Just like the room he just came from, Lithael was nowhere to be seen. He began to wonder if she actually was in this building at all. After all, there had been two distinct voices at the forest path, and it was entirely likely that they had split up somehow, each taking one of the elven guards. But before he could come to any conclusions about his captain’s whereabouts, he needed to search the rest of the rooms.

Steeling himself, he entered the room, taking the full brunt of the fragrance, but unlike in the forest, his mind stayed sharp and he breathed a sigh of relief. Two doors sat on opposite sides of the room, each carved with intricate designs of leaves and vines. Picking randomly, he approached the one to his left, putting an ear to it yet again, but again hearing nothing.

Cracking it open, he peeked his head through to see what looked to be some sort of closet or pantry, filled with bottles of dried grain and sacks of vegetables, with herbs hanging from the ceiling, as well as brooms and dusters, potions, a large sword, and some other supplies. Most importantly, though, was a familiar spear, propped up against the wall. My spear! I didn’t even realize I had lost it! Thank goodness I looked in here before checking the other door.

With the shortspear safely slung over his back, he made his way to the other door. The rumbling in his stomach tempted him to grab some food from the sack in the pantry, but he was still too wary of the hut and its inhabitant or inhabitants to trust any food. A small part of him also felt bad for taking food from someone’s living space without permission, even if that space belonged to a monster girl. Even worse, the house had a distinctly elven vibe to it, and he felt somewhat worried that it had belonged to a fellow elf before it was taken over by whoever kidnapped him.

He approached the other door in the room and, after checking for noises on the other side, opened it to a flood of natural light from a forest in the late evening. Finally, I can get out of here. Hopefully I won’t run into that woman again, though. Aralen stepped outside onto the well-kept dirt path, taking in his surroundings. It appeared that he wasn’t in a hut, but rather some massive tree structure, with hundreds of massive trees growing side-by-side to form walls of the building, a canopy of leaves countless feet above his head. Surrounding it was a motley collection of gardens, with herbs, vegetables, berry bushes, and flowers all growing in little groups, nicely lined up in rows.

Despite how familiar the forest around the cottage felt, Aralen knew he didn’t recognize a thing as he slowly started walking away from the tree structure. He was well and truly lost. If I just head off in a random direction, who knows where I’ll end up? The forests around here are too big for me to risk getting lost on the off chance I run into something, and it’s getting dark. But I can’t just stay here. I still don’t know if or when that woman will return, or if anyone will even be able to find me, and I’ll never be able to find Lithael.

Lost in his thoughts, Aralen did not notice the soft footsteps or the gentle humming coming from around the building. He didn’t even notice the gasp of surprise, or the soft clunk of a watering can hitting the dirt. But he did notice the melodious voice calling out behind him.

“Oh, darling! You’re awake!”

Aralen had already spun around before the woman finished speaking, his shortspear already off his back and in his hands, feet planted firmly in anticipation of a fight.

In front of him, several paces away, was a gorgeous monster girl. Long, forest green hair tumbled down her figure wildly, filled with large pink flower buds and framing her beautiful face and deep brown eyes. A gentle smile adorned her face, which was slightly tilted opposite of her hands clasped together below her chin. She was short, a full head smaller than the young elf man, and she was similarly petite, with a thin waist and small yet pleasant breasts.

Adorning her body was a dress that looked more like petals and leaves than cloth, with enormous pink and red leaves forming a skirt, and several red leaves cupping her breasts as some kind of bra, connected to actual cloth covering her torso. Plenty of thigh and cleavage was on display, and her long legs were bare.

Most striking of her, though, were the multiple vines creeping around her body, wrapping around her wrists, her waist, her neck. Aralen couldn’t quite discern where they originated, but they seemed very much alive and part of her, as they slowly writhed on her skin, changing their grasp every few moments.

Just by looking at her, Aralen easily understood the threat of monster girls. Not because she looked dangerous, in fact she looked downright harmless. No, it was because the feelings just looking at her were drumming up inside of Aralen.

She is so goddamn beautiful.

Aralen, like most elves, was not used to sexual attraction whatsoever. His last relationship had been over ten years ago, and the last time he had sex was nearly twenty, which also was the only time he had bedded a woman. So the feelings of attraction and even arousal from simply looking at her perfect figure, her cute yet ethereally gorgeous face, and her clothing that showed just enough skin to be alluring while also covering up everything important, all completely blindsided Aralen with feelings of lust.

He had enough wherewithal to keep his mouth shut, however, and to keep his spear at the ready. The seductive powers of monster girls were a well-documented phenomenon, and despite how hot his body was starting to feel, and the blush he could feel forming on his face, his mind knew that he had to defeat her or escape quickly.

The smile on her face slowly drained away into an expression of confusion as she registered the spear still pointed at her, and the stoic expression on his face.

“A-are you okay, darling? You’re acting strange…,” she said in her melodic voice, a tinge of worry creeping in, and immediately Aralen instinctually felt like he had to alleviate her concerns. He forced himself to resist her apparently charmed voice and muster up all the willpower in his body.

“Foul demon spawn, point me toward civilization and let me leave, and I will spare you a painful death by my spear,” Aralen said, hoping he sounded more confident than he felt. In reality, her beauty had captivated and confused him with the sensations running through his mind and body.

The monster girl’s face revealed her emotions clearly, however, transforming into one of pure shock, then into a more gentle confusion. “Did you not breathe in my pollen, darling? Well, that’s easy enough to fix.”

With that, the pink buds in her hair opened up to reveal several large, gorgeous flowers, and the air around Aralen started to fill with the same sweet aroma he had gotten so familiar with. The monster girl watched on with an almost giddy happiness, rocking and swaying on the balls of her feet with anticipation. These motions slowed and eventually stopped as Aralen continued to stand in place, weapon still at the ready, glaring at her, apparently unaffected by the fragrance.

She frowned and put her delicate hands on her hips in a show of annoyance. “Is there something wrong with you? Why isn’t this working?” The cute pout on her face again threatened to overwhelm his already frazzled mind, but he still persevered.

Seeing as she made no moves closer to him, and pollen appeared to be the worst she had, some of the worry in Aralen’s body left him. These monster girls seem a bit overrated… she really doesn’t seem that strong. I doubt she could stop me if I just left. Maybe my horse is nearby and I can call him to me… Keeping his spear at the ready, he took one last look at her beauty and turned around, confident that she posed little threat, mind already occupied with returning to civilization.

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A rookie mistake, as just as he took a step off the dirt path into the forest, he heard rapid footsteps from behind him. Spinning around yet again, he was not ready to see her charging him, but he was even less ready for the mass of vines, once idly resting on her body, now outstretched towards him.

Despite the surprise, he still had the wherewithal to throw out a quick stab of his spear, only for it to be dodged with ease by the woman. So was the slice that followed, and suddenly she was in point-blank range. Aralen quickly found himself on the retreat, desperately trying to return to a range that would let his spear be effective, but she stayed close, her vines trying to tangle themselves around his limbs the whole time.

“I’m not just going to let my husband walk away like that, even if you are immune to my pollen somehow. You’ll see, you’re meant to be with me. Please don’t make this any harder for yourself.”

This time Aralen could actively feel his mind fogging up from her words. Their seductive power is so much stronger now. I must be careful, he thought as he finally pushed away from her and gained some distance.

While Aralen had spent several years practicing his spearmanship, it had never been against anything skilled or intelligent. This monster girl was both, and the gap in power between them was made blindingly obvious as she easily dodged or deflected his spear every time. It was only with his elven agility and a fair bit of luck that he barely avoided the tangling ivy and vines, but he was already getting tired from the fight. I can’t keep this up forever. There must be something I can do. His mind raced to find some answer, made difficult by the enchantment put on it by the woman’s dulcet voice, but just as he had almost given up hope, he remembered a story from his mother from her adventuring days.

The conversation was many years ago, before the young elf boy had even taken up combat training, but the most important part was still clear. His mother, backed against the wall against a fierce ogre, had baited the brute into a charge, then sprung off the wall to meet his chest with a thrust of the spear.

His confidence was not high in a successful maneuver, but it was the best he could think of at the moment. The monster girl dodged and weaved through stab after stab as Aralen tried to position himself directly in front of a particularly large tree trunk. The stabs stopped for a moment and the girl closed the distance yet again, a smile on her face as she smelled victory.

At the last second, Aralen jumped backward onto the tree, his feet connecting with the back before shoving off, propelling him and, more importantly, his spearhead back at the woman, a look of surprise on her face.

The spear sunk deep into her stomach, causing a gasp of shock as golden sap oozed out of the wound. She looked down at the wound, then made the last noise Aralen would expect.

A giggle.

“Wow, darling. You’re really strong,” she said, extracting herself from the spear and leaning in close to his shocked face, her smell overpowering his senses. “I should have known from how easily you defeated my summons earlier.” Another giggle from her followed even as Aralen let out a startled gasp, watching as some of the vines on her stomach started wrapping themselves over the wound.

“But I caught you. That was a fun game, darling. We should play again, after you rest, of course,” she said with a smile. The sensation of thin vines slithering over his skin shocked him out of his stupor, but it was too late. The ivy had already bound his arms and legs tight together and now pulled him closer to the beautiful monster woman.

She leaned in even closer, her vines pulling him down so that her face was centimeters away from his. “And now I can have even more fun with you.” With that, the distance closed to zero and her soft lips pressed against his.

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At the back of his mind, memories raced by of his knowledge of monster girls. Their corrupting abilities worked best with close contact, like he had with his attacker now, or with close intimate acts, such as the kiss she was giving him now. That small part of his mind was panicking as it recalled stories of noblemen turned to lustful demons, reduced to little more than sex slaves for their monster girl wife. The thought of his life being stripped away and replaced with some sex toy for a monster girl was the stuff of nightmares for that bit of Aralen’s brain.

Unfortunately, the woman’s beautiful face, her delicious scent, and most importantly, the intensely pleasant sensation of her perfectly soft lips on his shrouded the rest of his mind. That, and the incredibly powerful arousal now running through his body that had, until that moment, been entirely foreign to him for over ten years.

The passionate kiss he was locked into continued as her tongue, long and thin, pressed hard against his lips, begging for entrance, and his lust-filled brain let it. It started searching his mouth hungrily while sweet, syrupy saliva started pouring in, filling his brain with even more pleasure and haziness. The last bit of his cognizant brain recognized the aphrodisiac in the substance and knew that he had well and truly lost. There was no return from this.

The plant girl broke the kiss, a thick string of viscous saliva connecting their mouths, and stared deeply into his blue eyes. Seeing only lust and submission, she smiled and let out a giggle before grabbing his arm and leading him back into the forest dwelling.

They really weren’t lying about a monster girl’s seduction being their greatest power, the small rational part of Aralen’s brain thought, I couldn’t stop her if my life depended on it, which it probably does. It truly was difficult to describe how he felt, though; it was like his body was piloting itself, driven by the monster girl’s charms and powers and his own lust, though since he hadn’t had any before meeting her, it could probably be considered her powers as well.

The rest of his brain, however, didn’t care about that at all. He was entirely ensnared in her trap, physically and mentally, and now he was fully content to let her gently pull him around with her vines still wrapped tightly around him.

They quickly reached the same room Aralen had woken up from less than an hour ago and the monster girl, still holding on tight to the elf with her vines, expanded the small vine bed to a medium one, the vines there thickening and more being added to fit two people. Then she moved Aralen to it and laid him on it, the vines retreating until they only had his ankles and wrists trapped.

“Oho, someone’s excited,” the dryad giggled to him as she placed a single hand on Aralen’s clothed erection, the sensation of that alone, even through his pants, enough to make him gasp in pleasure. “I knew you’d come around, darling.”

She gently sat down beside him, curling up so that her body pressed directly against his, her modest breasts mashed against his chest. Leaning in, she whispered into his ear.

“But I don’t have sex with strangers, even if they are my husband. So, darling, what’s your name?”

“Aralen” was out of his mouth before his rational brain could even think about how bad of an idea it would be to give his name over to a monster girl, but the smile she gave him was enough to convince him otherwise.

“I love it, darling. My name is Penora,” she whispered into his ear, her hot breath causing shivers to run down his spine. “Now, let’s get to the fun part.”

A quick swing of her legs and all of a sudden she was lying on top of him, her legs straddling his torso and her breasts pressed against his chest, their faces inches apart.

“I can tell you’re a little repressed, darling. This beautiful cock,” she gently teased his erection through his pants, “hasn’t been used in years. You elves really live boring lives, huh?”

Her teasing stopped momentarily while she unzipped his pants, while Aralen’s lust-driven mind went into overtime. Whatever spell she had cast on him to feel this way, it was strong, and all of a sudden Aralen really felt the weight of all those years of abstinence, the need and arousal threatening to overflow.

His cock was released from its prison, and Aralen let out another gasp of pleasure as it was exposed to the open air. Penora giggled at that and leaned in again.

“Normally, I’d tease and torment you for hours, building up your lust and pleasure until you were begging me to stop, but I think you’re pent up enough that we can just skip that, right?” She shifted her hips back so that they were lined up with his, letting out a gentle giggle as she felt his rock-hard member tap against her entrance under her petal skirt.

“Ooo, someone’s eager. I don’t blame you, though. Ever since we first met on that lonely road, I’ve wanted to do this with you.” She sighed longingly, as if remembering a romantic first date instead of a drugged-up kidnapping. “I still don’t know why you wanted to leave me so bad, darling, but worry not. You’ll never want to leave me again after this.” And with that, she lowered her hips downwards, taking the entirety of his cock inside her in one fell swoop.

The sensation was indescribable, and Aralen could not help but moan out as her velvety, hot insides already started massaging his cock despite Penora’s motionlessness. Her own moans rang out as well, and she leaned forward and captured Aralen’s lips in another passionate kiss.

“Don’t you see what you’ve been missing all this time, darling? You elves need to let loose more,” she moaned as she began rocking her hips gently, eliciting even more moans from the both of them. This was paired with Aralen’s mindless thrusts as he sought more pleasure, halted only by the restraints trapping his body against the vine bedding. This, in turn, caused another breathy giggle from Penora.

The young elf wanted nothing more than for her to start fucking him in earnest, tortured as he was by the soft movements she was currently employing. Penora, noticing the impatience in his eyes, smiled. “Oh, is my soft pussy milking you gently not enough for you? I thought elves were supposed to have more self-restraint. Well, I suppose I should give you what you want.”

All of a sudden, the movements around his erection increased in intensity tenfold. Her wet pussy, once gently squeezing and contracting around his cock, now started gripping tight and milking him in earnest, as if it had a mind of its own. Penora, too, started lifting her hips up just a bit before dropping them down, each bounce of her light body on his hips causing immense pleasure to go shooting through him.

The loud pants of the young elf and the breathy moans of the dryad filled the room as Penora continued to ride his dick. Her breasts, still covered by the plant-like dress, rose and fell with each bounce, each time threatening to spill out but never actually doing so.

Aralen could feel the pleasure bubbling up inside him, like a flood ready to overwhelm him, and his grunts grew faster and louder. Penora, sensing his imminent explosion, started riding him even harder, her pants growing louder and more feral.

“Please, let go and cum. Release yourself inside me. Feel good, and never want to leave my side again!” she moaned loudly as the dam within Aralen broke, and wave after wave of potent sperm filled Penora’s wanting womb.

The gasps resulting from his intense orgasm filled the room alongside Penora’s panting. She smiled down at him as she lifted herself off his cock, now slick with semen, before laying down beside him.

“Good, right, darling? Now you know what you’re missing out on.” But Aralen wasn’t done yet. His cock, still rigid and aching, demanded more, and his lust-addled brain wanted nothing more than to deliver.

“Oh, you’re not quite ready to be done? That’s fine, darling. I can milk as many loads out of you as you’d like. We have to make up for lost time, after all,” she responded as the vines wrapped around his legs and arms retreated, giving him free movement once again.

The first thing he did with it, of course, was flip Penora onto her back on the bed and position himself between her spread-open legs, eliciting a giggle that transformed into a needy whine as the head of his member pressed against her dripping entrance.

“Oh, darling, you’re so eager. I’m glad to see you’ve thrown away those silly-ah!” Whatever she was going to say was interrupted by an angry dick entering her, causing her mind to become overwhelmed with pleasure again. Aralen reached up and pulled her dress down, revealing her beautifully proportioned breasts, which he promptly began mauling with his hands, grasping and kneading and enjoying their amazing softness.

The moans coming from Penora indicated that she approved, or perhaps she was moaning from his cock as it pistoned in and out of her; either way, she was enjoying his actions. The act of being above her, one hand on her tits and another pinning her arms above her head, rutting her like a beast in heat, was turning Aralen on like nothing else, and he could feel a second orgasm approaching, and quickly.

This time, there were no words of encouragement from the dryad, only moans of pleasure as she quacked and came on his cock, the rhythmic pressure from her orgasming pussy only encouraging his orgasm to come sooner.

Just as his load was about to spurt out, he pulled out, spraying his cum everywhere. There must have been something in Penora’s magic that increased his load size, as it seemed just as large if not larger than the first, coating her dress, breasts, and legs in the white substance. She only smiled in bliss as her orgasm rolled over her, her hands now released from Aralen’s grip and instead just caressing the seed into her skin.

“Wow, you felt so good inside me, darling…” she panted, her long green hair sticking to her skin from sweat. “I think it might be for the best if we stop here, though. As much as you and I both want to continue, you need your rest, and I’d like to ease you into your new lifestyle. Going from zero to a hundred might be a little too much for your elf brain to handle.”

Aralen, exhausted and in no state to respond, simply laid down beside her, enjoying her warmth and softness as he let his tired mind and body take him to sleep.