by Firehead » Fri Feb 01, 2019 2:38 am
Your arm is shaky as your bring it up preparing to smash the stamen that was forcing such pleasure on you, but you had to focus lest the tree finish whatever twisted machinations the corruption had given it. Steadying yourself wasn't easy, but you gritted your teeth and swung knowing that if you missed again, you might not be able to stop yourself from giving into the pleasure. (14)Your aim is true, and you smash the bottom part of the stamen. However, force of your smash forces the next bulge to fire off within you filling you with another surge of tingling sap. The tree, meanwhile, shakes and writhes as if in pain from the damage you'd caused.