Springtime
You've wandered into the home of a powerful... Goddess? Spirit? Whatever she is, she's really pretty
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it's raining, dark. The forest is dense, humid, and disorienting. You lost the hiking trail hours ago. You're starting to lose hope.
You continue past ever larger trees, soft moss covers the ground. You can hear distant birds, rustling, and running water
And then it feels warmer, not just around you but, in your chest, your cheeks are flushed, your mouth goes dry, you can't remember which way you came from. It feels warm... Between your legs
The intensity grows, your breathing gets heavier, your heart pounds. You hear the rustling get louder, the calls of animals getting more frequent and frantic. The ache in your core is getting intense, feverish, it's hard to think
Are you lost sweetheart?She's... Pretty. Inviting, with curves that defy belief and proportions that don't make sense. Taller than you, yet she looks small and cute. Paler than should be possible and yet her skin is warm and rosy. Big jiggly thighs, huge heaving tits you want to suck, wide child bearing hips you need to grab you need to breed you need to fuck-... Her voice sounds like...
Springtime. That's what they call me. Or, spring for short. You look a bit lost, can I help?