#include <std_disclaimer> - contains adult material. Inspired by one scene in Knights of Xentar. 'Nuff said. Rites [f, plant, short] by Sunrain 1998 The voice of the village elder still echoing in her mind, Mia fought her way through the dense undergrowth of the dark forest. "It has been third poor year! It has to be done!" "But it's evil! Cannot our gods protect us?", answered someone in the convention. "If they could, they would already have! We have no choice!" "Who should then do it?" And so they had, after some heated discussion, pointed at her. The brushes finally gave away to a small clearing, twilight shadows playing everywhere. It was full moon, no clouds, and sun was setting; it was time. In the center of the clearing grew an ancient tree, oddly formed and curvy. For some reason no other trees grew within five yards. Mia forced herself to go on, each step feeling more awkward. Nobody had been here for over ten years.. As she arrived next to the tree, she saw what had been described to her before. The tree trunk bent, and a single strange leafless branch, over inch thick and six long, was sticking out there, two feet off the ground. Mia glanced around, just in case someone was watching, and hazarded a quick lick on the branch. It was smooth, almost ivory like, and it was dry. She glanced around again, and then started licking the branch, until she had moistened it completely. After looking around again, feeling unseen eyes watching her, she took her long coat off. Cool night breeze felt cold on her bare legs and chest, and she hesitated for a while before kneeling in front of the tree and placing the branch between her aroused breasts. She couldn't help feeling aroused, while scared, here in the dark woods, alone. She kept rubbing her breasts on the moist branch for a while, the feeling of being watched growing in her mind. Mia stood up, and looked around. She could take the coat and run, but she couldn't lie to the elders.. it had to be done. The village wouldn't survive another poor year. Pulling down her undies, she looked at the branch. It stood there, eagerly waiting for her. She could feel the moistness of her pussy on the cold wind. The moon seemed to watch her accusingly. The forest was silent. She took a deep breath and stepped closer, hugging the tree. She closed her eyes and slid slowly downwards. Soon she could feel the tip of the branch pressing on her pussy lips. All she had to do was to get it in, stand up, and get home. She took a deep breath and continued downwards. The moisture on the branch and the wetness of her exited pussy helped it to be easy descent. Just before she had half of this wicked branch inside her, her foot slipped and she fell hard on the branch, her eyes snapping open from the surprise. She panicked and tried to rise, just to slip again; and again. Her tender breasts kept rubbing the trunk; the branch impaling her pussy. She felt the eyes watching her; all she heard was her own breathing, growing hoarse; the nasty feeling growing inside her. Finally she climaxed and collapsed trashing against the tree. After some time she caught her breath and tried to raise again, surprised of how easy it was. The branch slid out of her sore pussy, gleaming in the moonlight. Just before leaving the clearing she cast a final look at the tree. It seemed to be grinning.