One with the Clan Ch. 02

Spoiler Tags: Lesbian, Futanari, H/F, Dark Elves, Drow, Monstergirl, Incest, Lamia, Transformation, Domination, Dryad

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'The woods are lovely dark and deep', or so Mr. Frost would allege. Although, I'm not so

sure about that. To me, they don't seem so dark anymore, although they are quite lovely. As to their depth however, I cannot lay claim to an opinion one way or another, for now I'd have to lean towards them being... fucking interminable!

My frustrated thoughts were all the venting I could manage, all my energy consumed by the continuous march that trailed after my mother's bouncing behind. Never slowing, hesitating, or wavering, it continued to forge forward towards destination unknown. I'd kept up as best as I could but now couldn't help but flag. By my unreliable estimate we had traveled somewhere around forty miles in the darkness, and while at first it was a marvel that I could manage that kind of distance at this pace, the wonder had faded with the miles until I was faced with the limits of the supernatural endurance given to me by our goddess.

"It's about time," my mother said, breaking our near-silent trek with those heavenly words.

"Finally," I huffed. Wasting no time, I sloughed my pack from my back and flopped to the floor, marveling at the coolness of the night earth like a cat rolling in a patch of catnip. "I needed a break."

"No, you don't understand." Shana chuckled, shaking her head at my antics. "We're not taking a break, there's no telling how close the skinwalkers were before my informant let me know they were onto us."

"No break. Uggghhhh," I whined, while dutifully reaching for my back and slinging it back onto my sweat slicked shirt that clung stickily to my violet skinned back.

"I know you're tired, sweaty, and I sprung this on you from nowhere, but I'm proud of you for being a trooper." Her hand cupped my cheek and I practically vibrated under the pride that swelled in my chest. "What I meant was that it's time for you to rest, I can carry you the rest of the way."

Suddenly, I didn't feel so tired. "I'm good." I tightened the straps on my back and scowled determinedly, embarrassed to show the effects her words had on me. Her declaration of pride had given me a burst of strength. As well as the desire not to be a burden.

She arched a brow and looked me up and down skeptically. "...Truthfully?"

I desperately wanted to say yes but wilted under those piercing milky white eyes. There was no bullshiting that gaze. "No. I'm pretty pooped out if I'm honest."

Her expression softened and she drew me in for a relatively chaste kiss, only plundering my mouth for a second or two. I swooned, unable to help it, something about my stepmother robbed my control, stealing control of all my senses like a radio broadcast hijacker. Spellbound, I blinked up at her, features pristine in the moonlight. The near full moon was a constant companion for this journey.

"Thank you for trusting me Thia, there's no shame in admitting weakness." She patted my head and I preened at the attention. "Now hop on up, we still have miles to go before we can sleep."

Stepping closer, Shana directed me to wrap my arms around her neck. With a pair of teasing hands on my buttocks she hoisted me up, letting me complete the embrace by twining my ankles around her lower back. Wiggling her hips jostled our breasts together, my nipples pressing into the top of the soft swell of her curves as they stiffened. Chuckling, my mother cradled my head as she continued settling me for the journey. Once she was satisfied, she bumped them softly together before taking off in what I considered a quick jog, much faster than we had been traveling. Her easy measured strides cut through the forest, hardly making a sound as she moved quietly through the night. While we traveled rapidly, Shana made little attempts at stealth, leaving a relatively clean path for someone to track if they were so inclined. The consistent motion of her running and the smell of her lulled me in, and before I knew it, I had dozed off.

"Thia... Thia dear.. It's time to wake up."

"Mother, what's going on?"

Her voice pulled me from my sleep, and she set me on my feet. At some point during the night she'd begin to show signs of the exertion it had taken to get us this far. I couldn't stop the guilty frown from pulling down my cheeks, ashamed at how rested I felt after the nap. With a huff, Shana sat down on a conveniently felled log at the edge of a still pond. I recognized the location as the one she'd shown me through the viewing portal right after she'd given me her gift. Leaning forward, she disturbed the stillness of the bond to wet her face, scrubbing lightly before she leaned back on her makeshift bench to catch her breath. My guilt and dissatisfaction lingered.

I want to do something for her, but I just don't know what I can do. She's so powerful and confident. Do I have any way to ease her burdens?

Then, a tantalizing worm caught my bird like eyes as they scanned across her body.

A delicious purple worm, dangling between her legs.

Stalking my prey with small steps, my elvish body providing more confidence and grace than I felt. Falling to my knees before my mistress, I grasped her softly, marveling again at how tantalizing her cock felt against my skin.

She gasped. "Honey, you don't have to-"

"Please, I want to," I pleaded with her softly. Her member throbbed in my hand, quickly filling with blood under my ministrations.

Understanding dawned, Shana recognized my pricked pride and unwillingness to be a burden, to be useless to her. My need to do something. The core of her cock filled as I threaded it through my lips, the tip firming as I plied the sensitive nerves with my tongue. Nibbling down her length, I walked my lips further and further, until she filled my mouth. Staying in this position, I reached down and pressed the heel of my palm against her heated feminine sex, mashing her clit. She stiffened, her groan echoed sweetly into the grove. Her dick twitched, depositing a small dose of her creamy precum into my mouth. Suckling at the tip, I gathered all I could onto the middle of my tongue, swirling it for a moment, savoring the taste before I rolled it over, slavering it across her length. I hoped the lubrication would ease the discomfort of my next action. Cautiously pressing forward I forced her helmet into the back of my throat, maybe two thirds of the way toward my goal of total engulfment. My methodical approach seemed unnecessary, my gag reflex absent; my dark elven body had instinctive control over the usually involuntary reaction. Emboldened by my success, I began bobbing my head, my esophagus slowly bathing her in its warm embrace.

Her hands tightened on my sensitive ears, her need for control outweighing her desire to keep me comfortable. And I couldn't be more delighted. It was my actions, after all, that had pushed her to this. I had no regrets.

Pulling hard, she forced herself deep down into my throat by pressing the soft tissue out of her way, seating herself fully into my body. I swallowed instinctively around her cock, surprised to not feel the need to gag. My tongue tickled her pussy while my nose nuzzled into her closely groomed pubes. Closing my eyes, I focused on teasing, intent on providing the best possible release for my mother.

It's the least I can do after she's protected and carried me this entire way.

Nature accommodated the two of us, the tiny critters keeping to themselves, leaving us alone to enjoy our quiet moment of sexual release. The pond shivered as the fish and frogs dove deep, hoping to avoid the potential danger of meeting the Spider Goddess' Matriarch. They knew that if she called they would answer regardless of their wishes.

My mother fell easily into the give and take of my blowjob, relaxing the tension in her spine and allowing her hips to slowly pump for my benefit reminding me who was in charge. My body hummed with the pleasure of satisfying her, of providing her this moment of bliss. As if sensing my lingering worries of our sudden flight from our home, Shana released an ear and tapped me on the forehead. Milky eyes captured mine in an inescapable snare, holding me tight as she communicated without words. Quiet reassurances, and firm promises flared from her in a complex blend of mothering and magic, soothing the fear I'd hid in my heart, unwilling to display such weakness upon the world.

It's going to be okay. As long as she's here, she will take care of me. Take care of us both.

With the upswell of determination, I curled my fingers into her pussy at the same time as I jarred my heel against her clit. While I did that, I also sucked to the utmost capacity of my magically reinforced lungs. A slavering tongue met a throbbing dick in a beautiful symphony of sexuality. The moment was pure, a shimmering offering to our goddess that was unsullied by the patina of social decency we were forced to occasionally wear. It wasn't complicated: Shana wanted to get off and I wanted to get her off. Beauty in simplicity. With a cry, her fingers dug into my skull and her cock pulsed, releasing her load deep into my throat.

Once, twice, thrice she pumped, huffing grunts ringing out into the glade, spilling her seed into my body with eager abandon. Then she began to withdraw. I kept my lips sealed, pressing gently against the soft tube that ran along the underside of her prick, extracting a healthy dollop of seed along my tongue, finally letting me taste the fruits of my labor.

Creamy and savory.

I swallowed with relish, the act just another way I could show my devotion and strengthen our familial bond.

She has more. I can do more.

Fairly disheveled, and slightly drunk on the satisfaction of my achievement, I reached out for her softening cock.

Mother took my hand in her own before it could reach its destination, gently patting it on the back while bidding me to rise. "Thank you daughter. I appreciate the effort but it's time to get going again. I wish to reach Chrysalis before dawn banishes the night. Now do you wish to ride or run?" She bent once more to the pond, sipping the water from her cupped hands. The excess trickled between her breasts and I could feel my own libido begin to stir.

I considered her question while continuing to roll the remains of her load in my mouth, savoring the taste. Pride made me want to tell her I could run, to prove my strength. Analyzing the situation dispassionately however, told me that we could make a better pace if I let her carry me, regardless of how it needled my ego. Decency forced me to swallow before responding. "Ride," I said, mostly managing to keep my tone even, although a portion of my bitterness leaked through.

Shana hugged me close. "Proud of you. That's a mature choice." Hoisting me up in the same manner as before, I clung closely to her pale lavender flesh.

Unbeknownst to both of us, a pair of eyes tracked our exit from the glade. They watched until we had vanished into the night, blinking twice around pupils that turned square for a moment. Brown skin flickered, rippling like water on a pond, vanishing from sight, perfectly camouflaged against the backdrop of the forest.

I snoozed, dozing off in a sort of meditative state under the influence of Shana's steady rocking. Three hours and change later and we were at our destination. The town of Chrysalis didn't exactly fit my expectations, it felt more like an open market than a town. Ringed in by great oaks, I didn't realize that we had arrived until Shana stood before the gate and set me onto my feet.

"I need to set some ground rules before we go in. One: Make no promises. Faeries are sticklers for deals and while they keep to their agreements they're sneakier than a greased whiptail dragon. Always twisting it to their advantage... Two: Stay close to me. I am your safe space. If we ever get separated-"

The vine-laden planks of the gate swung open with surprising speed, allowing two tiny creatures to dash out on glittering silver wings. Magic flashed in a glittering wave of honeydew, that rolled over the fine hairs across my body, making them stand on end. Where mother's magic felt comfortingly dark, still, patient and dangerous, this magic tended toward the other end of the spectrum. It practically bubbled full of bright joyful peppiness that threatened to rot my molars. I had to fight to keep from sneezing and gagging in equal measures. Shana looked nonplussed as the two sparrow sized creatures expanded to match our size. What was cute and sweet looking at the small sized suddenly looked much more dangerous as the guards held the chitinous blades that replaced their hands up against each side of my mother's neck. Their equally blade-like feet pierced deep into the loamy ground as if expecting resistance. Shana rarely saw fit to meet expectations and therefore graced them with a dark sultry smile that made my underwear wet. Tilting her head, she opened her mouth to speak but stopped when the blades pressed deeper.

"No talking. The Lady wishes a word with you."

Shana nodded in acquiescence before she was 'encouraged' to turn, and was marched through the gates past another pair of small sprite guards that hovered just beyond the threshold. I gaped at the scene.

What the hell just happened?

The gate remained ajar and I could see my mother's fairy escorts hand her off to a couple of men with impeccable physique. They wore no clothing on their torso, leaving their bronze six-pack abs glistening for all to view. Their lower halves were covered with magenta harem pants that hung loose to their ankles where they gripped tight to the joint. Dirt clung to feet that were calloused and they showed no discomfort at walking barefoot across the uneven forest floor that'd been packed down by the tread of the crowd over the course of a few days. Taking my dark elf mother tightly by her upper arms, they easily lifted her from the ground and carried her into the crowd. Finally, the thought of losing her spurred me into action and I moved forward, intending to follow after her.

Only to be stopped by a tiny floating person, similar to those that'd made off with my mom but with bare humanoid appendages and leather armor, lacking the grandeur and nastiness of its compatriots. I squashed the desire to slap it from the air and stomp on it with my foot. It radiated a bored sort of menace but I wasn't intimidated.

"Welcome to Chrysalis, any violence perpetrated within these walls will be met with immediate ejection and the leveling of a fine. If you are unable to pay for the fine you will be placed under obligation to Mr. Pan, the governor of this town. Do you understand the rules as they are described to you?" The fairy's voice was deep and authoritative, but showed no real malice.

"I do," I said, the words working through gritted teeth as the miscreant barred my way.

"Very well. Then let me be the first to welcome you to Chrysalis. And remember, all deals are final. No refunds or exchanges," he chirped with the practiced tediousness of a weary circus barker. He bowed and the doors opened under a swipe of his arm.

I could feel his feral grin directed at my neck and concealed my desire to pin him to a corkboard with carefully cultivated feigned disinterest. My toes dug into the dirt, pushing me past the lashed wooden gates and into the city proper.

Observe. Plan. Execute. Take each step as it comes and don't act rashly.

A small cave of wooden crates right past the entrance proved to be a convenient shelter that could protect my back while I thought. I huffed a deep, steadying breath.

You can handle this. No problem.

Looking out over the alien landscape of the town, my heart trembled.

Yeah right.

No other option but to move forward, I exited my alcove and began to explore Chrysalis. First off, there was no sign of my mother, nor the people who'd kidnapped her. Second, the place was a candyshop of vibrant neon colors, a dozen things clamoring for attention in an ocular battlefield that had me drifting between overwhelmed and enchanted.

I observed the carnivale kaleidoscope with wonder and a bit of worry. It was like Grimm's Fairy Tales had ejaculated all over Disney's vibrantly dressed princesses and they'd decided to announce they were going steady. Equal parts brilliant colors and nightmares walking hand and hand. Over there was what appeared to be a wolfman peddling what looked to be human hearts while next door was a tiny fairy in a diminutive parasail dress with a confectionary shop selling the fluffiest looking sweet treats I'd ever seen. Elaborate wooden structures abutted makeshift patchwork tents and no one gave them a second glance. It was anarchy that coexisted in an odd harmony. The crowd filled the single thoroughfare with endless tides of people floating from shop to shop.

Watching from the shadows, I tried to remain nondescript, to melt into the scenery. Safety through obscurity. But I found myself gawking from time to time, enthralled by the various wonders that I never would've imagined, and shying away from things that would haunt the dark folds of my brain when I was alone. Through a series of surreptitious questions, I managed to learn that the well muscled men were minions of the Serpent Lady. When I prodded about her whereabouts however, everyone clammed up and my investigation went cold.

I had a moment of fear when a small hand clutched at mine, pulling me into a nearby alley. Her skin was colored like tree bark, and textured much the same, reminding me of ropey scars in reverse; instead of building up on the skin they ran in little crevices that drew the attention of my eye, making it dance across her naked form. She had no obvious sexual characteristics other than a pair of small, nipple-less breasts that pushed out of her chest. Green unbloomed night lilies made up her hair; I could tell what they were from the nubile scent that slipped from them. Her feet an amorphous shape of clumped up vines that smooshed out from her weight as she walked. Androgenous facial features with overly large eyes rounded out the look.

"We should be safe here," she said after seeing my tenseness.

Pulling my hand free, I continued my perusal of her features, wondering at her intentions.

Naked and unashamed, she blocked my way back into the crowd and thus the continuation of my search for mother.

Overall, I was intrigued but hardly compelled to make her acquaintance. And I was far too busy to entertain whatever shenanigans or schemes she had intended. I adopted my best Mother impression, injecting as much cold regality into my voice as I was capable of. "Move."

Her eyes widened and she stepped to the side of the alley out of my way.

Not even favoring her with a look, I marched forward, pleased with my ability to intimidate the woman. I started to strut away from her but she reached out and snagged my wrist.

"I can help you," she whispered from beyond her ducked chin, trembling in fear.

I ripped my hand away from hers, eyes blazing with disbelieving anger and pride. "I neither want nor need your help. Now, if you do not wish to lose your arm, remove it." I hissed at her, arms flexing menacingly.

Releasing me with a gasp and a reflexive, "Yes mistress," the girl tucked her hands behind her rear. Her eyes glimmered with joy, shifting through a rainbow of colors as I marched out away from her without a second thought, schemes equal to any drow's danced in their depths. Heart beating fast, she held a fist across her modest breasts and sketched a quick bow at my retreating form.

Another couple hours of searching under the ever-watching eye of the sun and I was no closer to sussing out the location of the Serpent Lady than when I entered the gates. Turning over a rusted bucket, I sat on it, placing my head in my hands.