Chapter 172: Mother Tree

When the figure moved towards Kalon, it didn’t move it’s legs, but rather glid across the floor like it had the ability to fly.

Perhaps if did. After all, it was truly magnificent.

Even when it glid, though breaths made from pure earth swayed bountifully in the air. Honey seeped from her pores like a Veylorian, coating her body in a shine that Kalon wanted to taste.

The next thing he knew, the figure was standing over him, slightly hovering in the air.

She was taller than him by a decent margin.

When Kalon tried to focus on her detailed seduction screen, he realised that he wasn’t able to. It was as though the system was telling him that this figure was slightly out of his reach, or at least his ability to control.

The quest that the system gave him next told him the reasoning for this.

[Quest Received: Her Will]

[Allow Goddess Mother Tree to bless your body.]

[Reward: SSS+ Active Skill]

...

Goddess Mother Tree... So this truly is her.

Kalon was caught off guard. This was living confirmation that some sort of god-like figures existed in this world, or at least out of the natural planes.

Perhaps they are the ones behind the systems and affinties...

More importantly, Kalon had to focus on this blessing that he was to receive.

He looked up at the Mother Tree, and she looked down at him with a calm look on her face with her golden green eyes staring at him.

"Umm... So, how is this going to work?" He asked, confused.

At that moment, the goddess’s hair coiled out and pushed him on the chest.

He fell to the ground and landed on his back.

Within the next second, he felt the vines entangling themselves around his body.

His clothes were removed just like that, and he had no idea how.

Kalon lay naked on the soft moss with the Mother Tree’s vines holding his arms and legs open.

The goddess hovered lower until her heavy honey-green breasts hung directly above his face. Thick golden honey beaded at her dark green nipples and dripped onto his lips and chin.

"Drink," an ethereal voice spoke.

Kalon lifted his head and took one nipple into his mouth.

The taste hit him at once. Sweet, thick, and hot.

Honey flooded over his tongue as he sucked.

The breast was soft and heavy against his face.

He switched to the other side and sucked harder. More honey leaked out in heavy pulses.

It ran down the corners of his mouth and over his throat while the goddess watched him with calm gold-green eyes.

She let him feed for a long time. Every pull of his mouth made another warm gush of honey spill across his tongue.

Kalon’s cock was already fully hard against his stomach, untouched and leaking.

When she finally pulled her chest away, a thin string of honey stretched from her nipple to his bottom lip and broke.

The goddess lowered her body over his. Her vine-hair spread across his skin.

She put her mouth on his left nipple and licked it in slow, wet circles. Then she sucked it.

Kalon’s back arched against the vines. What on earth was she doing? Wasn’t this the role of a man’s to a woman?

She moved to the right nipple and did the same, licking and sucking until both were shiny with her honey.

She did not stop there.

Her tongue licked down the centre of his chest, over his stomach, through the line of muscle, and straight to his cock. She licked the underside from base to tip in one long stroke, then opened her mouth and took him in.

The heat of her mouth was unreal. She sank down until her nose pressed against his stomach and his full length sat in her throat.

Then she started sucking in deep, wet pulls.

Obscene sounds filled the forest every time her lips slid up and down his shaft. Honey from her mouth mixed with his precum and ran down onto his balls.

Kalon groaned and pulled at the vines.

The goddess pulled off his cock with a thick string of honey still connecting her lips to the head.

She ducked lower, pushed his balls up with her tongue, and sucked one into her mouth. She rolled it, sucked hard, then switched to the other while her vine-hair moved on its own.

Several thick strands of her vine hair wrapped around his cock in a tight double-handed grip and started stroking him.

The texture was slick and firm at the same time.

They pumped his shaft from base to tip in a steady rhythm while she kept sucking his balls.

More vines grew from her hair.

Two of them rose to his chest. The tips opened into soft suctioning mouths, coated themselves in her honey, and locked onto his nipples.

They started sucking in time with each other. Kalon’s chest jerked with every pull.

Two more vines climbed to his face. They pressed against his lips until he opened his mouth, then began feeding thick streams of honey directly onto his tongue.

He had to swallow or drown in it.

Every time he swallowed, another heavy pulse of sweetness filled his mouth again.

The combined sensation wrecked him.

Her mouth sucking his balls.

Her vine-hair stroking his cock in a tight double grip.

Two more vines suctioning and lubricating his nipples with honey.

Two more forcing warm honey down his throat.

Kalon’s hips started thrusting helplessly into the living grip around his cock.

Wet, filthy sounds came from every point of contact at once. His thighs shook. His stomach tightened. The pleasure stacked too high.

"Fuck— I can’t—"

The goddess only sucked his balls harder and tightened the vine stroke around his cock. The nipple suckers pulled in deep pulses. Another thick flood of honey filled his mouth and forced him to swallow.

Then it came.

Kalon’s whole body locked against the vines.

His cock jerked hard in the double grip of her hair and started pumping. Thick ropes of cum shot up into the air while she kept stroking him through it without slowing down.

More cum spilled over the living vines and dripped onto the moss.

His balls pulsed in her mouth with every shot.

The nipple suckers kept pulling. The honey vines kept feeding his mouth. There was nowhere for the overload to go.

His vision went white at the edges. His back arched hard one more time. The last of the orgasm tore through him in a full-body shudder that left his limbs heavy and useless.

The world tilted.

He passed out cold on the moss, covered in honey and his own cum, still held open by the Mother Tree’s vines while the goddess finally slowed her movements and looked down at his unconscious body with calm, ancient eyes.

Kalon wasn’t aware that it was exactly this that would push him over the edge to platinum rank.