With a grunt, Carla got to her feet. Her penis, still at half mast, was painfully noticeable behind her loincloth, but at least she wasn't paralyzed by lust anymore. "Thanks ,small one," she said to Mina, laying one of her massive hands on her shoulder. "When this is over, I'll return the favor."
With nothing else holding them back, the party was at last ready to head inland. The lone tree in the distance only grew larger as they made their way off the rocky beach, and onto the barren earth that covered the island. Finally, after crossing a mile of the, strangely moist, soil, they had reached their destination. The tree towered over a hundred feet in the air. In shape, it resembled a willow, its long, pale, umbrella-like branches drooping under the weight of countless bright green vines that hung nearly to the ground. Upon closer inspection, however, the party realized that they were no ordinary vines, but thick fleshy tentacles, each tipped with a phallus-like head, and many dripping a bright pink liquid. As the tree swayed in the breeze, a soft female voice filled the air as the party drew close. "My, my, it's been some time, indeed, since guests came to my island so willingly."