Though the dryad was of simple means, in a certain season she was consumed by heat and had to mate. Because the dryad was so headstrong, for this was no caprice, but biological need, and because he was her employer, our hero felt he could not refuse, though he had a partner and a child. He did not tell the doe, and did not meet eyes with the dragon that morning, out of guilt and went to the solemn deed.
When he met the dryad she was bare to the waist. She ordered him to sit on the chair; he complied; she sat on his lap; he closed his eyes; her thighs were very soft; he became very hard; she became very heavy; she became unbearably heavy; he opened his eyes; she had become a tree, he was underneath this tree, and could not move.
The mage investigated, the sisters looked into it, the businesswoman read about it, the doe scolded him. The dryad’s roots wrapped around our hero firmly; it was impossible to get him out without killing her. Meanwhile the roots entered his papilla, entered his urethra, and drained nutrients and water from him, which he very much felt; unless he ate and drank in great quantities, the dryad would drain him to death. He thus was given heaps of food to eat, and gallons of water to drink, and he felt his jaw close to falling apart, so tired were they.
As our hero was immobile, he had many hours to think on his light novel. It was clear that, because his protagonist was the hero, he was strong, intelligent, and just. It was clear that, because he was strong, intelligent, and just, women were quite attracted to him. It was clear that, because women were quite attracted to him, there could only be one he would truly be in love with. And it was clear that, because there was only one woman he loved, that same woman had to act as if she did not actually love him. This led to many scenes where she lost her clothes.
He had his wife transcribe his ideas, she did so slowly using her mouth. She understood very little the meaning behind them. When he attempted to explain, she stood, remained puzzled, and only knew now that these ideas were childish. Nevertheless she was patient and bore this task patiently.
The tree grew and grew, at a rate much faster than expected. The mage suspected that, as our hero’s blood was of divine origin, so the pregnant dragon had told them, it possessed the material to grow into a divine tree. Our hero was concerned it would crush him. They wondered whether the dryad was any longer in it, and when she would return from maternity leave. The businesswoman summoned the adventurers to hack the roots of the tree; the dwarves smithed them strong axes; they chopped and they chopped, they were careful not to take off a certain member off our hero, they resorted to shears when they arrived to the more sensitive parts. Before they ultimately extracted our hero, they exchanged him with the pope, as the children had been exhausted of sodomizing him.
Our hero was freed, and the tree drank from the pope’s veins. The tree could no longer be contained by the roof of the building, it touched the clouds, its head could no longer be seen in one’s sight. The pope became one with the tree, happy to participate in something so great and grand at the end of his life, only for the tree to become a popular spot for citizens to stick their gum on, and for dogs to relieve themselves on.
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