[M4F] The Wood Elves' New Wine Keg (Berry)

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Your ears perceive your surroundings before your eyes open: illustrious music, hypnotic singing, playful and excited chattering in a tongue both alien and smooth as silk, the rustling of leaves and grass and the creaking of branches and logs. Your eyes open to a glade bathed in the purple and orange hues of sunset pouring through the ascending tree line, floating lanterns of orange and green illuminating what seemed to be some kind of festival. Humanoid beings danced along the glade and even through the air, floating as if carried by the wind itself. And at the end of the glade, you see a towering oak tree incomparably more massive than any building you had ever seen, its canopy of uncountable branches and leaves ascending to pierce through the passing clouds beneath the setting sun.

Twas Athel Loren, you found yourself in, the forbidden magical forest of the Asrai, the Wood Elves, and their enigmatic forest spirits. Many tales of the potent magic of the forest were heard your entire life, how many entered the forest and never returned, or years would pass beyond the forest before they reappear, but only a few days had passed to them. And now, here you were, among the almost eldritch, unknowable fae folk, lain out on a table at what seemed to be the head of whatever party they were enjoying.

"My, my," a song-like male voice muses from behind you. "My hawk scouts were right, you do seem to be a worthy candidate." You look up to see a young man with long, golden brown hair cascading past his shoulders like a waterfall, framing a face so beautiful and eyes so wide vibrant it was almost eerie, unsettling to you. He wore not but woven leaves around his groin, showing off his chiseled physique. He regarded you as if inspecting a lost animal or new toy: innocent curiosity, yet entirely uncaring for your own thoughts or condition. "You will make a perfect new keg for our little summer solstice party, dear." He offers you a gaudy, almost taunting bow as you are restricted by soft but unbreakable vines around your wrists and ankles. "I am Aranthodel, Glade Prince of Athel Loren, son of Truesight Priestess Naieth of Wydrioth, and I am pleased to make your acquaintance."

You hear snickering like rustling leaves all around you - to the sides, in the distance, below, and above.

"I understand this must be quite a strange situation for you," said Aranthodel casually. "But do not fret, girl, you are in good hands now. And all will be made clear soon." He reaches beside him and produces, to your surprise and confusion, the biggest blueberry you had ever seen. Easily twice as larger as the tip of your thumb, with such a deep, blemishless coloration that it appeared to have been plucked from a painting rather than a planted patch. "Behold, dear, Isha's Bounty," Aranthodel declared proudly. "You see, my friends and I were running out of wine at this little gathering, and we have a special way of making the richest, strongest, sweetest wine in all the lands. And you will provide." His kind smile becomes something more... mischievous. More snickers sound off all around you. "All you need do is eat this - the most delicious thing you could ever possibly taste - and you will assist us in quenching our thirst. And I already know you will make a perfect new keg of wine for the perfect Asrai.

Whomever you are, you have befallen a sweetly terrible fate: to be a living wine keg for the Glade Prince's gathering. You will be his berry, feeding his friends and used to whatever ends he may desire - so potent an aphrodisiac as such berry wine can be. Isha, mother goddess and lady of bounty, does know how to inspire her children to be "productive", after all. So great will your production be, that you may even impress the Prince enough to join his "private selection". Who are you? Will you embrace your fate or fight it? You are at the mercy of a particularly randy and perverse prince of the woods. Let your tits and holes serve their new purpose.

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Kinks: Curvy women, dominance/power dynamics, possessiveness, sexually owning partners, size/weight difference, bbw, ssbbw, inconveniently large/exaggerated curves, breast/butt/belly/pregnant/berry expansion, feederism, sleep sex, pregnancy, lactation, extreme fertility, macromastia, mommy domme, watersports

Limits: Feet, armpit, cuckoldom, fart, scat, degradation/abuse (receiving), furry