She was no longer a pure druid of the woods, but now... she was a creature of pure, unbridled sensation, a druid being deconstructed and rebuilt by the man who had finally brought her nightmares to life.
'Even nature has to be damaged somehow... because of humans...'
'Now I get why...'
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The crescendo was reaching a breaking point. The room was thick with the scent of crushed wildflowers and heavy musk, the air itself vibrating from the sheer force of Rex's relentless, punishing lunge.
Nerith was a vision of divine madness, with her skin still glowing with a frantic, golden luminescence, her elven ears twitching painfully in his grip, and her voice reduced to a continuous, melodic stream of high-pitched, desperate wails.
"AHHNN~! HOHHH~! FUCK~! FUCK~! I CAN'T STOP LETTING OUT MY NECTARRR~!"
"That... nectar you keep spilling in your pussy... I'll give you an exchange with it, Nerith!" Rex roared, his muscles coiling like iron springs.
