The ground positively quakes as the vines replicate your first thrust, the force of it actually lifting several of the other women completely off of the ground ((Tock moans out loudly around her vine "gag," but manages to keep her feet)). Even with their mouths filled as they are, you still manage to hear their cries and gasps of pleasure echoing through the glade... but none so loud as Sunleaf. The nymph's tree shudders ecstatically behind her, and her bark-toned hands squeeze your shoulders anxiously as a low, feral growl of pleasure echoes out from her lips.<br/><br/>"<em>Gods</em>," The nymph cries briefly, her lips hungrily seeking yours even as you pull away. "That i-AAANH!"<br/><br/>She is caught completely off-guard by the sudden ramping-up in speed, and her head actually lolls back against the bed of vines as you pound your hips against hers, causing her body to stretch tight around your cock as best it can... with delightful results, of course. Even with her feet rooted in the ground, it feels like your thrusts are actively moving her backwards... and she is loving every minute of it. Above you, the leaves of the nymphs tree rapidly shift to a bright autumn red... and the air fills with a very primal scent. A scent that tugs at your own baser instincts, as well as those of the women around you.<br/><br/>"M-more!"<br/><br/>It seems that the changes in Sunleaf's body are having a similar effect on her as they have on you... she's actively releasing pheromones into the air, and her sex is wetter and more inviting than ever before. And as you continue to thrust, bouncing her and everyone else with the vines she has attuned to you, the nymph actually begins attempting to buck her hips against yours, as if to drive you even deeper than you're already going...