You were wandering through a forest, your reasons for doing so are your own. As you wander through, you spot a rather large and odd tree with a glowing glyph on it. You approach it and touch it lightly with your fingers, then it begins to glow As it glows, it vanishes and becomes a tree hollow. Vines reach down from the top of the tree and shove you into the open tree hole. As you are pushed in, your clothes are swiftly removed by the vines and taken out of the tree. You are then restrained, gagged and blindfolded within the tree. Before you can react at all, the vines press your cock and balls towards the hole as it closes around them, leaving just them hanging outside of the tree. You then hear the muffled sounds of someone approaching the tree...

"I don't know..." says the elven woman, sounding confused and a bit frightened. She squats down next to the tree, examining your lower body as carefully as she can without actually touching it. "I thought this was a special kind of fruit... but I've never seen one like this before!"

She decides that her best course of action is to squeeze your 'fruit' to see if any juice comes out, so she begins gently pinching and kneading it with her soft, supple hands. "I hope there's some good stuff inside..."

As you feel her hands gently squeezing your fruit, you can't help but let out a series of soft moans and gasps that muffled against the gag in your mouth. Her touch feels incredibly good... and each squeeze seems to make it even better. You writhe helplessly as she kneads your sensitive flesh, desperate for more.

As she continues to milk you, you feel an overwhelming surge of pleasure building deep within you. Your body tenses up and your hips begin to thrust involuntarily against the soft skin that is gently massaging your cock and balls. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, a hot stream of liquid erupts from your tip and sprays out over her hands, the tree trunk, and the ground beneath.

"Oh my!" cries the elven woman in surprise as your hot juice covers her hands and parts of her body. She giggles gleefully, seeming delighted by the unexpected experience. "It's delicious! I wonder if there's more where that came from?" Without waiting for an answer, she leans forward again to continue squeezing your now-empty fruit. Her eager fingers press and pinch at your skin, coaxing out every last drop of sweet nectar.

"I don't know," she whispers softly as she continues to squeeze your fruit. Her fingers move faster now, eager to extract any remaining juice before it's gone. "This is my first time finding something like this... maybe it was meant for me." She giggles again, the sound echoing through the forest.

Hearing your desperate moans and cries of pleasure only encourage her to squeeze even harder. Her hands move with a practiced ease, seemingly knowing just how much pressure to apply to coax out more of that delicious nectar. The more you squirt, the wetter she gets and the more excited she becomes. She pays no attention to your protests or pleas for release; all of her focus is on extracting every last drop of sweetness from your fruit.