The three elven initiates walked down the path in nervous silence. Each of them knew that in mere moments, their naked bodies may be forfeited in the dangerous trial they were about to undertake. They kept their eyes on the sure and graceful strides of the huntress brave who led them to the sacred grove. She was M'kana, the true seeker, victor of 10 vine races, the second best archer in the tribe, devourer of three human warriors, and, if they survived their coming ordeal, their new first brave. The first brave's figure was voluptuous and mouthwatering, but only a fool would mistake her soft curves for weakness. The silky golden hair of the warrior framed her serene face and flowed beautifully with every movement. Her eyes, blue as a clear sky, scanned the forest for any sign of danger.
 
Directly behind her came M'arai. The unproven elf was walking along with spry steps, a girl confident in her body if there ever was one. Her short hair, lithe figure and bright brown eyes seemed eager to face the trial ahead.
 
K'tie definitely looked more apprehensive. The Short elf's blonde twin tails swung with her steps as she walked along, but there was a definite sense of trepidation in her steps. Her blue eyes held a hint of fear, balanced out by determination.
 
D'lila took up the rear with her solemn pace. The curly blonde was the shortest of all the elves in this group, and had to lengthen her stride to keep up. But the dainty elf was not about to be left behind.
 
The nude elves came upon a ring of trees that formed a wall with the gnarls and tendrils of their overlapping roots. The huntress led the younger elves through a hidden gap in the woven roots and stopped them within the wooden tunnel.
 
"M'arai the unproven, K'tie the unproven, D'lila the unproven, I have guided you to your test of adulthood. Make now this vow and know that you are held to it: I shall always fight for the survival of the tribe over the self. I shall obey the cycle of life and assist it willingly. I give my life this day for the tribe, and the earth, for as long as it shall last."
 
The three nervous prospective adults gave the oath with no hesitation. M'kana spared them a rare smile as she gave each girl a vial.
 
"Congratulations, you are halfway there. Next you must go into this grove and retrieve the sap of the Faebloom flower in its center. The flower will try and snare you with its vines, if you are caught, you will be its food. The sap is used for our birthing vats, it is more important than any of you. If you fail, or return empty handed, I will obey my oath and devour you on the spot. If you succeed It shall be my honor to welcome my new hunters as their first brave. Be swift. Be graceful. Die well if need be. The tribe is all."
 
"The tribe is all!" The three young elves returned as one.
 
M'kana watched the trio entered the grove. As they reached the floor of the enclosed garden and caught sight of the Faebloom, they paused. Even though the plant was named for its use of elves as its primary food source, there was no denying the vibrant beauty of the plant. The flower smelled its food nearby, and unfurled the bright rainbow layers of petals as the vines stirred to life. M'kana watched through a hole in the root wall, knowing what was about to transpire. Every year one girl was taken, it was inevitable. M'kana's childhood friend had been eaten during their initiation. The familiar scent of the plants aphrodisiac and the memories of her friends erotic cries made M'kana slip a finger between her legs. The young elves began to run their gauntlet. The prehensile vines couldn't reach the trunk where the sap holes were clearly visible, old sap hardened in creamy drops beneath them.
 
The girls this year were smart, watching the way the vines moved and waiting for an opening. M'kana watched as M'arai began running around the edge of the vines reach to try a different angle than the other two. K'tie was poised as if ready to sprint straight at the trunk when the opportune moment came, while D'lila was busily casting a spell of some sort. M'kana wondered which girl would feed the plant this year.
 
M'kana was stroking herself placidly as she watched the girls maneuver around the plant. M'arai and K'tie were physical looking girls, it looked like they planned to make a dash for it once an opening presented itself. D'lila was casting a spell that reduced her scent, clever girl, she had figured out that the plant tracked them by their smell. All three of them would get their chance soon.
 
The sound of a gust of wind rippled through the trees. As the wind reached the grove, the vines continued to track the scent along the breeze leaving the trunk wide open. The initiates made their move, all of them sprinting for all they were worth towards the trunk of the flower. The gust stopped early, and the vines began following the true scent of both M'arai and K'tie. K'tie was closer to the vines and doubled back outside the radius of their grip as fast as she could run. D'lila was also forced to back off lest one of the questing snares touch her by chance. M'arai, however, poured on a burst of speed and reached the trunk before the vines could catch her. The hardened stalks of the upper vines didn't allow them to reach its own trunk, so the speedy elf was safe at the base.
 
Now M'kana was getting excited. She increased the tempo of her stroking and began to knead her breast with her other hand as she watched M'arai search the trunk for flowing sap. There was none to be found as much as the initiate searched. M'kana slipped her fingers into her slit as M'arai's face lit up with the realization of the truth. It wasn't that an elf usually got eaten by chance during the ritual. It was a necessary part of the process. Without food, the plant would not produce.
 
M'kana reached her first orgasm as she watched M'arai's face redden and chest heave. M'kana loved that face. It was the look of someone who knew there was no escaping their fate. Whether she was eaten today, or felled in battle someday, M'arai now knew that all elves would meet their end in a stomach somewhere. The short haired girl didn't seem to mind the revelation, a smile coming to her lips as her mind swam through the implications.
 
"That's a good girl," M'kana said as she worked herself towards a second orgasm. "You can do it."
 
M'arai took a deep breath, and as the other two initiates looked on in shock, walked back out into the grasp of the vines.
 
"The tribe is all!" M'arai proudly exclaimed as she allowed the vines to entangle her. In truth the vines would be easy to shrug off. No elf had ever been caught without meaning to. The other girls saw an opening, and hesitantly ran past the vines gathering to cooperatively lift M'arai into the air. The victim let out a cry of equal parts despair and arousal as her feet left the ground. The melancholy eroticism of the girl meeting her fate with more anticipation than dread made M'kana crest into her second orgasm.
 
Meanwhile the other two elves were now reaching their own conclusions after reaching the base of the flower. D'lila made a move to leave the safety of the base, presumably to take M'arai's place, or maybe join her, but K'tie grabbed her wrist and drew the petite elf into an embrace. It looked like M'kana wasn't the only one who was aroused by predation as the bigger elf began to fondle her companion.
 
Up top, M'arai let out a squeal of pure arousal as her body was dumped into the aphrodisiac filled blossom. The pistils and stamen inside instantly began to wriggle into her every nook and cranny, spewing erotic nectar as they did. M'arai's fear was washed away as the plant molested her. Soon the elf was crying for more. She was not about to be disappointed.
 
From the bulb beneath the flower, a large phallic stalk rose up. M'arai gazed at it with naked desire, even though it would stretch her wide. Without hesitation, the drugged elf poised herself over the tip and drove her hips down with vicious strength. Her scream was piercing and long. All three of the elves listening reached orgasm as the stalk grabbed its victim from the inside and drew her into the bulb. The translucent sides of the bulb allowed M'kana to watch as the stalk violated M'arai. M'arai's face and breasts were pressed against the side of her prison as the stalk stretched her to the point a visible bulge appeared in her stomach. The victim still thrust herself against the plant even as it ruined her genitals with its girth. Liquid filled the bulb, slowly, until only M'arai's head was left un submerged. M'arai let out one more shrill cry of pleasure, the sound someone only made when they felt so good they couldn't take any more stimulus. At the same time the liquid filling the bulb began to boil furiously, obscuring the view. The two initiates at the base had to scramble to pick up their flasks as the sap began to flow from the trunk. Eventually they had filled their flasks, and even M'arai's discarded one.
 
The two elves, now women grown, walked back to the hole in the root wall. They paused to look back, but there was nothing left to see. M'arai had disappeared in the purest of ecstasy. M'kana greeted the two, still a little breathless from her masturbation.
 
"Welcome, braves of the tribe."