When You Sleep In a Tree’s Embrace
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charisstomaTitle: When You Sleep In a Tree’s Embrace
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 681
It was like resting in the shade of a cabana right on the ocean surf’s edge. Jace looked out at the surf and made the mistake of looking up. One should never look up into the nether regions of a tree, he thought. There were things there that no one should see. Like the wriggling new roots seeking soil and the rhythmic pumping pulse, or something like a pulse, in the larger roots where they were anchored in the sand.
“How did you get in this situation,” he asked to no one and wasn’t prepared for an answer.
“Thought I would visit the seashore to listen to the waves let them wash over my roots.”
“You’re alive?!” And he could have slapped himself because of course a tree was a living thing but, “You can talk!”
The laughter was akin to the low guttural sound of tree limbs moving in a storm. “ I can move too.” There was a pause and then a quivering as some of the larger root limbs demonstrated.
“Stop! Okay, I believe you!” He gulped as the tree’s laughter recommenced. “How did you get here and why are you still here, not that I mean to say you can’t be here but don’t you want to get back to higher ground?”
“I like it here actually there’s a naked human, or nearly naked. I must say that that covering doesn’t do much to hide what you’ve got in the way of your, what do you call it, private parts.”
Jace felt the heat rise in his face, “Would it be better to get a sunburn those parts? Usually I’m around other humans and unless it’s a nude beach covering is required. And humans don’t have bark you know.”
“Hmmm. This is a very secluded beach or I wouldn’t be here. A handsome tree like I am would cause comment.” There was more laughter. “Why don’t you take off that covering and rest in my shade.”
The lulling sound of the surf in the embrace of the tree’s shade had Jace in a pleasant and erotic dream. It was as if the surf was pushing into and drawing back inside his ass before repeating the surge in and out. It was a long dreaming and Jace woke later when the ocean’s breeze cooled as dusk came on and water lapped at his splayed ankles. The tree was gone and his ass felt used. It had been a very real feeling dream.
It was a week later that he had felt a need to return to what he felt was his private seashore. There was another man there reclining and watching the surf come in; he was as naked as Jace was.
“um, Hi,” Jace blushed as he acknowledge the other man and was given a thorough smiling once over by the other guy. “This your beach? Mind if I join you?”
A low laugh answered him, “I would enjoy your joining with me…. again. It doesn’t look like the acorning took from last time.”
“Last time?! What do … you .. um mean? Acorning?”
The man pointed at himself, “Ent. Tree spirit. Male Nyad, if you will. I had an enjoyable time with you last you were here. Wouldn’t mind a repeat encounter but this time we’ll try it with in human form, I thought.”
“So it wasn’t a dream?”
“No,” was smiled with a heated look. “Want to try to get with acorn again with me?”
“Explain ‘get with acorn’ to me.”
“Well some might call it ‘get with tree’ but it would be easy to confuse the act and the result, with that way. Let’s just call it the natural result of having sex with a tree person.”
“And how does one produce the ‘end product’ of sex with a tree person?” Jase asked hesitantly.
The Tree, named Alder, explained and since it proved to not be too scary, Jace and Alder had a regular production of little trees, who were watched over by their grandmother tree during their frequent together times of cross pollenating.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 681
It was like resting in the shade of a cabana right on the ocean surf’s edge. Jace looked out at the surf and made the mistake of looking up. One should never look up into the nether regions of a tree, he thought. There were things there that no one should see. Like the wriggling new roots seeking soil and the rhythmic pumping pulse, or something like a pulse, in the larger roots where they were anchored in the sand.
“How did you get in this situation,” he asked to no one and wasn’t prepared for an answer.
“Thought I would visit the seashore to listen to the waves let them wash over my roots.”
“You’re alive?!” And he could have slapped himself because of course a tree was a living thing but, “You can talk!”
The laughter was akin to the low guttural sound of tree limbs moving in a storm. “ I can move too.” There was a pause and then a quivering as some of the larger root limbs demonstrated.
“Stop! Okay, I believe you!” He gulped as the tree’s laughter recommenced. “How did you get here and why are you still here, not that I mean to say you can’t be here but don’t you want to get back to higher ground?”
“I like it here actually there’s a naked human, or nearly naked. I must say that that covering doesn’t do much to hide what you’ve got in the way of your, what do you call it, private parts.”
Jace felt the heat rise in his face, “Would it be better to get a sunburn those parts? Usually I’m around other humans and unless it’s a nude beach covering is required. And humans don’t have bark you know.”
“Hmmm. This is a very secluded beach or I wouldn’t be here. A handsome tree like I am would cause comment.” There was more laughter. “Why don’t you take off that covering and rest in my shade.”
The lulling sound of the surf in the embrace of the tree’s shade had Jace in a pleasant and erotic dream. It was as if the surf was pushing into and drawing back inside his ass before repeating the surge in and out. It was a long dreaming and Jace woke later when the ocean’s breeze cooled as dusk came on and water lapped at his splayed ankles. The tree was gone and his ass felt used. It had been a very real feeling dream.
It was a week later that he had felt a need to return to what he felt was his private seashore. There was another man there reclining and watching the surf come in; he was as naked as Jace was.
“um, Hi,” Jace blushed as he acknowledge the other man and was given a thorough smiling once over by the other guy. “This your beach? Mind if I join you?”
A low laugh answered him, “I would enjoy your joining with me…. again. It doesn’t look like the acorning took from last time.”
“Last time?! What do … you .. um mean? Acorning?”
The man pointed at himself, “Ent. Tree spirit. Male Nyad, if you will. I had an enjoyable time with you last you were here. Wouldn’t mind a repeat encounter but this time we’ll try it with in human form, I thought.”
“So it wasn’t a dream?”
“No,” was smiled with a heated look. “Want to try to get with acorn again with me?”
“Explain ‘get with acorn’ to me.”
“Well some might call it ‘get with tree’ but it would be easy to confuse the act and the result, with that way. Let’s just call it the natural result of having sex with a tree person.”
“And how does one produce the ‘end product’ of sex with a tree person?” Jase asked hesitantly.
The Tree, named Alder, explained and since it proved to not be too scary, Jace and Alder had a regular production of little trees, who were watched over by their grandmother tree during their frequent together times of cross pollenating.
