Top-grade produce

Content warning : >!Non-human female!<, >!penetration!<

This is a continuation of [this](https://new.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/obhq9q/nature_takes_its_fill/) story, although I'm not entirely sure whether or not it'll go on further.

That said, thank you all for your patience and a pleasant reading to you!

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It’s already been a couple of months after your encounter with the dryad(whose name you’ve learned to be Fet’tsia) and, just as promised, you’ve been delivering her your seed on a weekly basis, never missing out on a due date and making sure to fill an entire jar before setting out. Preparing the packages in the solitude of your bedroom, it’s not like you had to strain yourself to get motivation since Fet sent you off with custom-made aphrodisiacs and, per your request, let you capture her image while she posed lewdly for your viewing pleasure.

As you looked into the crystal sphere in which you’ve accumulated a sizeable amount of her photos, you kept remembering your very first encounter, especially the torment she’s inflicted on your manhood. You didn’t quite understand what about it got you so pumped up, but, dick in hand, you kept wanking to the sight of her pretty face which looked at you in pure disgust, your balls retracting in anticipation of a brutal assault which definitely would’ve come if she really was there, spreading her lower lips, revealing her flower-like pussy. The reaction wasn’t that strange, after all, she did ram your balls with her knee when you asked for that pic. “*And yet she ended up doing it anyway*.”

Shifting your focus back on the material, you soon released another load, finally topping off the container you’d be carrying to Fet’s abode after breakfast. Content with your balls’ performance, you dozed off to get some rest.

Taking your usual path, you quickly ended up in front of the great tree she lived in. Just as she asked the previous times, you flicked the vines near the entrance and waited for a response. “*Oh! She planted some new flowers. Hmm... mhm… Yep, I feel invigorated already! Where does she even get the seeds for these?*” You continued sniffing the flowers which you don’t remember finding anywhere else and enjoyed the faint yet pleasant smell. “*Does she smell of these flowers or do they smell of her?*”

“Ahem!” loudly interrupting your experience, the scantily dressed dryad approached you. “Come on, get inside! We don’t have all day,” without even bothering with a greeting, she started unceremoniously shoving you inside her house, the wooden barrier closing behind you as Fet’s soft yet strong hands pushed you all the way to her bedroom, stripping you of your belongings on the way and leaving you only with your clothes.

“What’s wrong? Are you being stalked?” coming to the conclusion that her uncharacteristic haste was a result of someone bothering her, aside from you, of course, you asked and received a questioning gaze which quickly changed to one of mild annoyance.

“No, it’s nothing like that. It’s just that...” from her serious tone you couldn’t help but tense up, not saying a word more to make sure she gets to say what she wanted. “That… you… you know of our agreement, right? I mean, of course you do, you’re here, after all,” but it seems that even without your interference she did a great job screwing up her own speech as her face started to change colours, becoming like a cherry tree in full bloom “You see, uh… While the semen you’re delivering is good and all, it’s clearly not right from the source, so what I’m getting to is… Gee, could you please stop looking at me with that stupid grin?! I’m trying to be serious here!” and even though her voice was full of anger, she didn’t strike you like she’d usually do if you pissed her off during your visit. “Jerk! Just take off your pants and start doing your stuff so I can get a fresh load.”

While your mind was busy processing what was just asked of you, your clothing was already tossed to the side and your hand was wrapped around your member, ready to start pumping at the moment’s notice.

“W-w-w-wait a bit, you’re not even going to wait for me to get out?” clearly embarrassed by your readiness, Fet shyly averted her eyes from your raging hard-on.

“I can’t do it properly without someone to,” you didn’t get to finish that sentence as vines formed around your balls, dragging them down with enough force to shut you up.

“You’ve got that capturing crystal! Just use that!”

Clutching at your stretched-out ballsack to loosen the vines a bit, you had trouble containing the pain that was steadily welling up in your abdomen to tell her something important “I… Ah... I can’t… I forgot it. Agh..” as you said that, you felt the vines tighten up around your nuts, crushing them with such force that all the air was forced out of your lungs, leaving you breathless in face of the pain she brought upon you, but just as suddenly as it got unbearable, it died down.

“Wait, you really didn’t bring it?” while you don’t even remember whether or not you packed it, considering it would probably be in your bag which is several rooms away, there was no way for either of you to immediately check it out. You didn’t even try to talk properly and just nodded. “Ugh… I’m… I’ll pose for you, just make it quick!” her voice would make one believe that she was sorry, but since she was so stubborn, you’d probably get into a bigger mess if you pushed her.

As she said that and started removing what little clothing she had, you decided to pay her back for trying to rip your balls off. “*If she wants fresh cum, she can get it herself!*” and so, after mustering up enough strength to talk, you said in the most pathetic voice you could manage “I can’t do it on my own. I… I think you’ll have to lend me a hand...”

It took her a moment to realize what you implied by saying that, but just as she did you felt like you’ve made a horrible mistake. A phantom pain emerged in your ballsack as your body prepared for an imminent impact of whatever she fancied smacking you with at the moment, but even though the expression on her face would suggest that your nuts were in for a pounding, neither her arms nor her legs moved in for the strike. “F-fine!” she exclaimed loudly, “I’ll do it...”

Fet’tsia took an empty jar and moved towards you. She was so close you could easily pick up that strong, sweet, invigorating aroma she didn’t let you properly enjoy outside. And if that was somehow not enough to help your dick rise to attention, the sight of her modest buds and bare slit would surely help you get hard, after all, even though you’ve jerked off to Fet before, having the real deal right in front of you, ready to get you off with her own small, dexterous yet surprisingly strong hands, you could think of nothing but how much you were going to enjoy it.

While she was very accustomed to touching your ballsack, she always avoided touching your penis, but, as she bent down on her knees, sitting in front of your rock-hard member, so close that you could feel her breath on your erect dick, you thought that you’d cum the instant she laid her hands onto it, but your fantasies were shattered as she looked up at you and immediately got up, before commanding you to spread your legs and close your eyes, which you did without asking any questions.

You knew that she knew about your kink, it was apparent to her from the day you two met, but you never imagined that she’d try to kick the cum right out of your balls after that failed the first time around, since even if she threw harsh threats about reducing your testes to useless mush whenever you angered her, you both knew that it’d be too risky for her to finding someone else who could fill your role, since the only thing stopping you from removing her curse and leading a brigade of monster-hunters to her house was because you enjoyed doing this.

“*Why is she not doing anything? Oh\~? I get it, she’s teasing me! How mean of you, Fet!*” coming to such a conclusion, you decided to play along “Uh… Fet’tsia, how long do I have to do this?” expecting her to keep her silence before hitting you with all she got, you were dumbfounded when you felt a slap on your cheek.

“Have some patience, it’s not easy!” shortly after saying that, you felt her touch, but it was neither a gentle stroke on your dick nor a strong squeeze on your ballsack, instead it felt as if you were being caressed with leaves all over with some uncomfortable yet pleasant pressure being put on your dick and thighs. “Alright, you can look.”

When you opened your eyes, you saw her long, viny hair in front of you as she sat on your lap, bending your dick a bit forward to make space for herself. Being just a bit smaller than you, she fit neatly in this throne of hers. You could only assume that she took such an interesting position just to not have to look at your face while jerking you off and in doing so overlooked a very important detail.

“Mh… why is it… ah… wait, this isn’t right...” with her slit positioned right above your dick, she kept rubbing it with that sensitive spot of hers every time she moved and it wasn’t like she was the only one moaning from the sensation as she tried to balance herself by grabbing the very thing that was causing her to move so much in the first place. Even though she did it so roughly, the inherent softness and texture of her hands made it feel like heaven for just long enough for you to pass the point of no return.

“I’m about to cum!” you alerted Fet of the upcoming erruption and even though she was already busy dealing with her own problems, it didn’t stop her from multitasking. Barely in time to capture the emerging white liquids, she held the jar with her vines, not letting a single drop go to waste. “Worth it!” you thought “She feels so good, if only I lasted a bit longer...” expecting this to be the end, you were about to ask her to get off of your now very sensitive member, but before you could do that, she stabilized herself and started stroking. With how rough she was, you could almost feel the wooden core of her hands rubbing into your cock, which was painful and not in an erotic sort of way.

With how much trouble you were having with talking, you resorted to grabbing her wrists to stop her from moving. “I appreciate your enthusiasm, but you don’t need to hurry. We’ll be doing this for as long as it takes to fill the… Let go! Lars, are you listening?” no matter how much of a disgrace you acted like around her, you were still a seasoned adventurer and as such, could restrain her.

Now that it just felt like your dick was being squeezed in-between two fluffy logs instead of being put in a grinder, you could articulate what was bothering you. “Too rough… please, don’t do it that hard...” luckily for you she was quick to catch on and you felt the pressure ease up a bit with the pleasant softness taking center stage again. “I… I just came, I can’t do it again so quickly,” even though you already let go off her hands, she patiently listened to you, her head half-turned to face you. From how she had trouble looking in your direction you could tell that she truly felt bad for not realizing that she was hurting you.

“B-but you could do it the first time… What changed? Is it because I’m doing it?” while that had a place in the list, with how cute her sorrowful voice was, you couldn’t just blame her for it.

“No, it’s just that I’ve been doing this too much lately, since, you know, I got a quota to fill. Back then I was a bit more conservative with this stuff.” explaining so while patting her on the head, you felt a bit bad for having to put her through this, especially since she still had her pussy pressing into your dick as it happened with her juices already flowing down from its sides.

“Ah…mm... I really didn’t know… I’m sorry.” struggling not to move too much for both your sakes, brought a vile with her vines and put it in your empty hand. “I don’t see any injuries, but you should probably drink this, it should help us continue.” if she was trying to charm you, it was working perfectly as you downed the entire vile in one go, instantly feeling ready for another round. “Just a fourth should be more than eno… W-wait, you didn’t drink all of it, did you?!” Not expecting you to do it so quickly, she was late with her warning, but at that point you already had trouble hearing her as your primal instincts took over.

Picking the lightweight dryad with your hands, you lifted her up for just long enough for your cock spring up under her slit. “Lars! Wait! Let me re...!” but you didn’t listen, you couldn’t even understand what she was so desperately trying to tell as you put her down, letting your dick get swallowed by her entrance, leaving a slight bulge at the front of her belly. However weird it was to have your cock caressed by petals, it sure felt good as they tightened up rhythmically, as if trying to milk you for all your balls’ worth. That said, there was a slight problem with what you’ve done as this definitely counted as an attack on your behalf.

A sudden sharp pain enveloped both of your balls as the curse she inscribed onto your flesh took effect. Your ballsack got larger to accommodate the vines that started squeezing your testicles directly, and unlike the ones she’d usually torment you with, these ones had something special about them. As they started shifting around to squeeze tighter, you felt as if someone was trying to scour the outermost layer of your testes with sandpaper.

And while your balls were going through such a hellish treatment, the dryad wasn’t even attempting to help you out as she mistook your agonized moans for those of pleasure. Finding delight in this act of bonding, she rode your dick like her life depended on it, and while your own twitching didn’t help her do it properly, the exotic feeling of her flower-like genitals more than compensated for it, keeping your mind torn between the extremes.

Such a strain was enough to get you out of the trance, letting you act of your own accord, but it only made things worse as you couldn’t even maintain an upright position on your own, falling on your back while the amateur dryad milked you with her pussy, getting a load after loud out of your overworked and tortured balls.

“Ah… Lars!” she called out to you in an uncharacteristically lewd voice, bringing you up with her vines and forcing you into a kiss. Her tongue wrapped around yours and you could taste her sweet nectar, which only made you member twitch more.

It felt good, you couldn’t deny it since each time you came you could almost forget about the growing ache in your balls, but even with that in mind, your survival instincts told you to act and do it quickly.

The longer the needle-covered vines twisted around your testes, the easier it became for cracks to form and since the pressure wasn’t easing up to accommodate the structural damage, it was only a matter of time until you’d lose everything. And while your dick only got harder from the idea that you’d lose your manhood while fucking such a cute girl, the rest of your body was trying to find a way out.

With your mouth occupied by the dryad’s kiss, you could hardly try to speak or pull away since you were practically forced into such a position by her vines, you had to find another way.

Grabbing Fet with both of your hands, you tried to get her off of your cock, but with how weak you became, your palms couldn’t get a good grip and just slid up her sides until they reached her breasts. For a moment you felt that you’ve found an escape as your hands sunk into her leafen buds which felt much softer and thicker than the rest of her body with only her nipples giving some resistance to your agressive touch.

Unfortunately, that too, was an act of aggression in the eyes of the curse as even though the dryad definitely didn’t mind, the vines around your balls did and as they started crushing with greater force, your body spasmed in a vain attempt to shake it them off. Your hands clamped down on the dryad’s tits, which apparently only made her pick up pace.

It went on for a while until you heard an audible crack. Instantly, the squeezing stopped, leaving only a strong throbbing pain like one from having a thousand needles pierce every part of your ballsack. That was finally enough for Fet’tsia to take notice of your situation and remember what she wanted to do before you rudely penetrated her with your dick.

She practically jumped off and removed the vines holding you up, letting you crash safely on her bed while she inspected the damage. She didn’t say a word as you felt her fiddling around with your ballsack before finally addressing you. “You have balls of steel, you know that?” she held pieces of snapped red vines in her hands, as if presenting you the loser of the fight. “Just please, next time you’re handed strange liquids, don’t just go drinking them without waiting. Can you even hear me? Ah, nevermind, just rest for now and get some energy. You’re yet to fill that jar, after all,” saying that so sweetly, she leaned in for another kiss.