Evergreen Forest Ch. 16

Nipper remembered watching Anna. For a year she'd watched the beautiful blonde be used and abused by the nymphs. She'd later realized how wrong it was, but who cared how wrong it was, it was hot, it was hot and sexy and she'd come so many times watching those vines thrust into Anna's cunt, watching her be forced to lick ditzy Esca out and imagining that it was her, that Anna was licking her out. Her mind had spun with daydreams. Her every waking hour had been spent imagining, and her every dream was dedicated to Anna's desirous gaze.

She'd been such a beautiful little bimbo. Nipper had loved it. She'd slept with the nymphs—they'd been good friends, for a time—but always she'd wished she could ask, no, beg them for Anna. Just one time. But she never had. If she'd mentioned it, they would have known. Would have seen that hungry look in her eye. Would have smelled her dripping pussy at the very thought of taking the human.

And they would have taken her instead. Because who could resist that? At least she would have been with Anna, then. Simpler.

But the catgirl had just watched, and screwed herself again and again.

And then the thief had arrived. And then Anna had escaped.

Mm. Nipper was falling on her back, rubbing her legs against both hands as they explored her inner folds, rubbing her ears against a nearby tree root. She knew how she looked to Yilra. As if on impulse, she shrugged her coat off and let her breasts bounce free. She giggled, delirious with pleasure. Everything was so wonderful. So tingly and luscious. She knew how she looked. She wanted Yilra to see her, to run her eyes all over her perfect, hot body. She wanted Yilra to need her like she needed Yilra.

Anna had escaped, and all Nipper had wanted was to strike, to grab her and spirit her away. But the humans had been there. They'd been in the way, and Nipper had watched her talk to them. Realized she wasn't just a bimbo. Realized . . .

Nipper's fingers slowed a little. Yilra's words started to filter through again. It sounded like the ranger was talking to distract herself from the sights and sounds in front of her. " . . . almost done here. You'll have to be careful, Nipper. This is a . . . It's not exactly an oral infusion."

Nipper lay twisted in the grass, hands plunged between her crossed thighs, drenched in sweat, ears flat against her black hair. She blinked. "Huh?"

Time seemed to fade out for a moment, and she felt rough fingers delicately prying away her own from her cunt. One of the fingers brushed her cunt, and just like that, she was dandelion seeds again. Her mind went spiraling away into mindless need. She whimpered with longing, pushing against the fingers with her hips.

Her hands came up and began toying with her nipples. It felt so good to have someone else's hands there. Yes. Yes, please. Yilra was going to help her come. No more guilt. Please, no more guilt.

She realized now that the voices had been with her all along, that they had never left, that they had finally worked out how to play her mind without her ever knowing they were there. They'd played her like a fiddle. They had been poking and prodding her mind into shape. They had made her think these horrible things. It had been all them, their evil whispers. That was all.

Except she knew in her heart that all of them were true. Tears trickled down her cheeks. I'm sorry, Anna. No more guilt. Please. "P-please—"

She gasped as the fingers entered her pussy.

The catgirl's lust went into overdrive. She lurched up, new strength filling her, and stared into Yilra's startled eyes.

Without hesitating, she snatched Yilra's wrist and began pumping those fingers into her with one hand. She leaned close, wrapping her other sweaty arm around Yilra's head, fingers curling in that luscious red hair.

"Nipper, n—" Nipper smothered the protest with a hungry kiss, thrusting her tongue into Yilra's mouth. No 'no's. Yes. Yes. She kept using Yilra's hand as a living sex toy, moaning and growling through the kiss as the fingers stroked over her folds, past her clitoris. Yes.

It seemed Yilra had stopped struggling now. The ranger certainly wasn't pushing Nipper away. She was moaning, too, pressing herself against Nipper's naked body. Nipper felt the coarse fabric of Yilra's shirt rub against her nipples, felt Yilra's bra-less breasts jiggling beneath. She pushed Yilra over on her back, devouring her prize, her mortal toy. Yes. She would make Yilra make her come, and then she would go down, she would lick Yilra, she would ruin her—

"Mm!" she cried, muffled by Yilra's lush lips. The orgasm was already coming. She could feel Yilra's free hand touching her breasts, fondling them, holding them. The touch was gentle. It was almost like Yilra was seeking permission.

Nipper remembered the spritelion. She let out a purr, a truly catlike purr, and felt Yilra trembling in her grasp. She broke off the kiss, licking her lips, and gazed into Yilra's eyes. "Yes," she breathed, "look at them. Touch my breasts, human. You know you want to."

Yilra gazed back. Her eyes were wide and helpless. "Nipper, you're—"

Nipper couldn't help herself. She grabbed Yilra's head and shoved her down below. "Suck me like your spritelion, human!"

Yilra didn't fight this time—she took a nipple and immediately obeyed. Nipper gasped, then started to cry out, louder and louder, the desire and lust and despair and need building in her chest, in her tingling cunt, sending off bursts of intoxicating orchid colors in her brain. YES! her fey soul sang. How could she ever have denied herself this?

She gibbered, beyond words, as Yilra tongued her nipples, sucked them, as Yilra's fingers thrust into her pussy, juices everywhere, her hand slipping between Yilra's own, hers, hers, mine, mine, MINE! She would fuck Yilra, she would break her mind and her own, she would make them slaves, slaves, wonderful sexy slutty slaves—

She let out a wordless squeal as she came, spasming in Yilra's suddenly inescapable grip. The tingling in her cunt crowded out all reason, all thought, all the voices, everything. Her squeal picked up into a scream as the orgasm continued, kept going, yes, please, this forever—

—and then Yilra was cumming, gasping against her breasts, whimpering and shaking and still suckling like an infant, and that just made Nipper cum even harder. Nipper mewed once, twice, and screamed out her lust for all the forest to hear.

It continued for what Nipper's timeless fey mind told her was hours but what was probably only minutes. It felt like it could go on for years. Fey didn't become less horny after fucking—Nipper had been lying to herself earlier. A lot. They only got hotter and hotter. Wetter and wetter.

But Yilra did get tired of sucking. Nipper kept holding Yilra, kept using her, kept up the pleasure as long as she could.

Then, to her immense shock, a fragile little voice cut through the screaming lust like a blade through an apple. "Nipper."

Only the shock got her to notice it. Her mind was certainly in no state to listen. But after all this, after the pollen had worked its magic, Yilra should have been totally insensible. A living fucktoy.

Like Nipper.

She raised Yilra's head off her breasts, stared into her brown eyes. The Toxin Ranger's eyes were clear and unclouded, save perhaps by a bit of afterglow.

"Y-you . . ." Nipper had been ready to give herself up, to give them both up. Been ready to . . .

Yilra pulled her fingers out of Nipper's cunt, very carefully, and held the wet digits to eye level. "The cure to the pollen had one application." She looked somewhat ashamed. She was blushing bright red. "It, um . . . It was the only way."

Something told Nipper that the lovemaking that had followed hadn't been part of the cure. She was blushing, now, too. She forced herself not to taste those fingers and forced herself off of the ranger. Desperate for a distraction, she reached over and handed Yilra her crutches. "You saved me."

Yilra looked up at her. She managed a small smile. "Of course. That's a ranger's job."

"But I—"

"You were under their control." Yilra shrugged and got up. She wasn't making eye contact now. "You have a better excuse than . . . Well, what matters is, you're clear now."

Nipper didn't feel clear. She felt more drowned in lies than ever, and incredibly, ridiculously confused. Yilra had . . . She was . . . "No, Yilra, it wasn't just them. I was a—I'm just a—"

"Aw. You two are so cute!"

Nipper's heart came to a screeching halt as she jumped practically out of her skin. Her ears went flat. She whirled around and saw a slender, tawny-skinned young woman up in the trees. Beautiful blue blossoms bloomed around her from little green vines, perfectly matching the electric blue locks that flowed down her form. Her chin was cupped in her hands, and she looked at them with undisguised adoration.

"Calystegia." Yilra's voice was suddenly very tight. "We were wondering where you all went to."

"Aw, were you?" The glory dryad tittered. "We always wondered about you, Yilra. I wish you'd told us! We could have had such—"

"Not. Now."

"Phooey." The dryad rolled her eyes. She met Nipper's wary glare. "Oh, don't worry, love. I'm just here to watch. Glory dryads don't take what ain't ours, and it's clear you two are more than enough for each other." She winked.

Nipper felt like her cheeks were on fire. Her ears remained flattened, and she self-consciously licked her hand and brushed her bangs in front of her face.

"Where did everyone go?" Yilra asked.

"Everyone's trying to get out." The dryad frowned. "The Chosen are here, and we orchid dryads . . . Well, we aren't fighters. The sun speaks of loss."

"Okay. You came here to warn me?" Yilra sounded surprised.

"Oh, no." Calystegia pouted her lower lip. "Fond as we were of you, Yilra, we'd all assumed you was dead. I was thinking I might try to, ah . . ." She giggled again, making a motion Nipper didn't recognize—like hoisting a sack over her back.

"You're here to loot my house?"

"The orchids', love. I hear they've picked up a pretty lad of late." She shrugged sadly. "He's doubtless broken already, and such a pet will be in need of a home. You know how generous we are with such sad cases."

Nipper's heart ran cold. Unpleasant as the cranky one had been, he didn't deserve to be 'broken' like she had almost been. They'd been wasting time screwing here when they should have been trying to save him!

"Is there a chance he's still himself?" Yilra asked.

"Oh, not much." The dryad turned away. "Oh, I can show you lovelies the way, of course—anything for dames of your glamor. But if his mind is gone, he's ours. Better ours than the others', you know."

"I know. But if he's not."

The dryad glanced back, as the vines began to lift her up and carry her onwards. "Don't get your hopes up, lass. Nobody resists for long once their own body turns against them. He'd have to be the most stubborn human I've ever met to have even a fraction left after all this time."