Unable to resist the tree any longer, Karkat removed his pants and plunged his cock into its wooden depths. He slammed his meat in and out, the hard wood cutting and mashing his dick, but it was worth it for the passion he felt. A spider crawled across the head of his dick, and he began slamming his raging fuck stick in and out, harder, with renewed vigor. Each time his hard stick of meat penetrated the tree, his balls slapped against the rough bark, sending a jolt of pain through his testicles, but his pleasure increased every time. Finally, he then spurted his load all inside of the tree, killing many, many bugs. He slid his dick out, panting, blood dripping from his schlong. He stumbled backward from the tree, his lover, and fell down onto his back, the breath knocked out of him. He knew that he was dying, that he no longer had much time left in this world. But he had done it. He had fucked the tree that he loved. As his vision began to fade, he felt a sense of satisfaction and achievement. He had accomplished his goal. He then died of blood loss from his torn-up dick.