Queen Yavara Ch. 19

"Great Mother of the forest, I am but a vessel for your voice. A messenger of the Dark Queen has enslaved our enemies and brought them to us to demonstrate her good will. The messenger asks that we join her queen in a war against those that would drive us from our home. Great Mother, I am but a vessel for your voice, use me to speak with those who cannot hear you."

A green light descended from the top of the cavernous trunk. It grew brighter until it was almost blinding, but it was not painful to my eyes. The light enveloped Rose completely, her silhouette thinning until it was gone. Then light faded, and when the afterimages dispersed, I saw Rose, her green veins aglow with the light that coursed through her, brightening and dimming with her heartbeat. Her eyes no longer bore irises, but were simply glowing emeralds, shimmering like the fractals of a sunlit pool.

"Elena," The Mother spoke, "I remember when you walked these woods as a ranger. You used to sing lonely songs to yourself by the river banks. It seems those days are behind you, child."

"Do you know everything that goes on in the forest?" I asked.

"From the Pines to the Palms, I see all. The roots of the trees run deep and entangle in a web for thousands of miles, all branching from this spot; the first tree of the Great Forest, where I was born ten thousand years ago from the mind of an ancient god. They have moved from this land, the Creators of old." The Mother paused thoughtfully, "There is a ranger tracking you, Elena. It is your former commander."

"Adarian?! What does he want?"

"I cannot presume to know what you mortals desire." The Mother mused, "Adarian is a complicated man with complicated tethers that pull at him. Perhaps he is a spy, perhaps he wishes to talk. It is unusual for him to patrol alone; he is usually with another."

"He'd better keep his distance." I muttered, "Prestira and Patricia won't be too interested in what he has to say."

"And what about what you have to say, Elena? You wish me to join your queen in her sibling rivalry."

"It's a bit more complicated than that."

"It is not." The Mother said, "Alkandi sat where you sat fifteen-hundred years ago and asked me to join her. Her family had banished her and killed her lover, so she thought the best course of action was to

wage a war that cost hundreds of thousands of lives. Yavara is just as selfish."

"Yavara is ambitious," I said, "but she is not selfish. Under Yavara's rule, you will retain your sovereignty over the Spruces. Under Leveria's rule, you will be driven from here."

"Perhaps," The Mother didn't seem worried, "but I will not be motivated to send my children into the mouth of war. The nymphs are born of my sap and nectar, and each one of them is precious to me."

"You will be massacred if the Highland army comes here."

The Mother smiled mildly. "They would sweep across the land and find it vacant. And when their loggers come to chop the trees, their axes will be blunted. And when the farmers try to till the soil, they will find it does not hunger for crops. And when the hunters try to stalk game, they will find tracks that lead to nowhere. Eventually they will abandon this place, and my children will return. The Highlands tried to tame the Spruces long ago, the Lowlands tried as well. Even Alkandi tried, but she too failed. This is the heart of the Great Forest, and I ensure that it beats eternal."

"Then why are we even talking right now if you're just going to say 'no?'"

"I never declined your offer." The Mother said in her sing-song voice, "I only ask for something in return."

"What?"

"There is a sickness that infects my children. They call it 'the corruption.'" The Mother beckoned to Crystal. "I created my children to tend the forest and shepherd the creatures beneath the haven of my canopy. But I failed them in my design; I gave them the bodies and hearts of women, but no men to accompany them. They didn't have the instinct to breed, as I was the only one creating life, but the yearning for companionship took them anyway. Some laid with one another, and I accepted that, but some needed more, and they were corrupted."

"Rose told me a sorcerer corrupted the nymphs and turned them to succubi, is that what really happened?"

"No," The Mother said, "the girls that disappeared left by their own volition. They ventured to towns and cities where I couldn't see them, and indulged in their lust until it became their identity. The nymphs nurse upon my sap for sustenance, but the succubi found something else to feed upon. I hated what my mistake had created, so in my shame, I created the legend in its stead."

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked, leaning forward.

"The girl I'm speaking though, Rose, is a woman with much potential, but you saw the way she looked at you. She has the yearning, and if left unattended, she will be corrupted. The beast you call 'Crystal' was once called Tulip. Tulip was a woman with potential as well. One day I lost Tulip. I watched in anguish as my favorite daughter grew thin and frail. I nursed her to the exclusion of others, trying to give her strength back to her, but she could not feed from me any longer; she needed something else. She went to Ardeni Dreus, and ten years later she returned. I did not recognize her until she stepped foot on my soil, then I knew what she had become. She burrowed herself into a cave and preyed upon boats that crashed on her shore. She gave birth to five daughters and they too, preyed on innocents. And then one day you came along, and everything changed."

"I'm not sure what you're saying."

"There is something in you, Elena, something that Yavara passed to you." The Mother said, "The dark-elves were resistant, even dominant to the succubi, but the dark-elves were all female, and the succubus ultimately desires the male. You are the first dark-elf to bear a man's organ, and so you have something I can use. Your succubi aren't just enslaved by you, but unconditionally in love with you, and that it was I need. Elena, I need your seed."

My jaw dropped. "What the fuck."

The Mother stood up, "I will mix your seed with my sap, and when my daughters drink from me they will never stray from the flock again; they will love me unconditionally, as your slaves love you."

"Um... can we talk about the ethics of this for a second?"

"Ethics?" The Mother smiled for the first time, "Elena Straltaira, you are a killer, a slaver, and a rapist. Most of all, you are an outsider. Do not lay the burden of your ethos on me." She stepped forward, and extended her finger to Crystal's temple. The light surged into Crystal's body, her violet eyes becoming glowing emeralds, her veins igniting beneath her flesh, forking in floral patterns across her limbs. Her auburn hair tinged a dark green, her demonic horns branched into ebony antlers, her thin tail retracted into her body. Her robust curves shrank to a more modest hourglass, retaining the womanly shape on a sleeker figure. Crystal became Tulip once again, only her girlish features and tan flesh belying the woman she just was. Rose stumbled back, then collapsed into the soil, her eyes rolled back, her chest heaving in slumbering breaths.

I looked to the Mother within Tulip. "What's your name?"

"Arbor," Arbor said from Tulip's mouth, "Arbor was my name once." She moved with uncharacteristic fluidity, walking as though the soil that pressed between her toes was an extension of her feet, the humid air flowing off her like steam. She stopped in front of me, her hairless slit staring me in the face, her shining green eyes gazing down at me. "Will you make love to me, Elena Straltaira?"

"Wait." I said, pressing my hands to her thighs, "What if this backfires too? Can you be corrupted?"

Arbor chuckled mildly. "I am infinite. Centuries are days to me, billions are a handful, miles are footsteps. You are but flesh and blood." Arbor paused, an introspective frown on her lips. "But it is flesh and blood that has so vexed me. I have watched beasts couple beneath my canopy countless of times, and I just do not understand it." Arbor descended to a sitting position in front of me, and looked expectantly at me. "Will you show me?"

"You're ten thousand years old, and you've never had sex?"

"I am a spirit of the forest." Arbor said, "I use the pollen and seeds of trees to birth my children."

I looked quizzically at the antlered woman. "If all you want is my sperm, I can just jack off into a cup."

"No." Arbor said, touching my knees with the tips of her fingers, "It is time that I solve this mystery of flesh and blood, and understand what compels my daughters to darkness."

I uncrossed my legs. "It's not hard to understand. Do you feel anything when you look at me?"

Arbor gazed at my opened legs, her green eyes traversing my thighs, my cock, my abdomen and breasts, then resting on my face. "I feel fear."

"Is that all?"

Arbor cocked her head, a curious expression dawning across her face. "No, I also feel..." She extended her index and middle fingers apprehensively, then touched my lips with the utmost softness. I parted my lips, and she stared at me for a moment, then slowly pushed her fingers inside. My mouth closed in a sensual suck, drawing delicately from her as I stared with languorous, wanting eyes. I hummed and rotated my lips, gently clasping her hand with mine, taking her deeper. Her cheeks flushed, and her breath caught, and she furrowed her brow as though she could not comprehend why. Despite her confusion, she leaned toward me, rising on her knees until she was breathing on the back of her hand, watching my sensuous consumption of her slender fingers. She rested her thumb on my chin, and slowly pulled her fingers out. My tongue slithered between them as they exited, and when they were free of me, she sniffed them. Then she licked them. Then she sucked them, her brow knitting with needs she didn't understand, her back arching to press her chest against mine. Our open lips connected, and Arbor snaked an exploratory tongue into my mouth. I slithered out to meet her, and between the timid press of our lips, with eyes staring into each other, I showed her how to kiss. Her eyes slowly began to close, the breathing of her pressing nose became steady, and her fingers came up to touch my face, tilting it back so that she could rise. I felt her slender thighs parted around the outside of mine, her heat radiating between them, a droplet of nectar oozing onto the stiff head of my cock. She parted from the kiss with a gasp, her hands meeting behind my head, her eyes opening to hungry slits above red cheeks and rosy swollen lips.

"That was quite the sensation." She whispered. Her head dropped to look between our bodies, hers poised atop mine, "How did I get like this?"

"Strange how that happens." I chuckled, tilting her face back up to mine, "Are you ready?"

"I do not know." She whispered. My first sexual experience already felt like a lifetime ago, but I remembered vividly the fear and insecurity. I gazed into Arbor's green eyes as I slowly moved my throbbing member to her slit. She cocked her head when our parts touched, inquisitive and unsure. I slid between her petals, feeling the heat of her, the froth of lust wetting me. I knew Crystal's body well; Tulip wouldn't be too different. Arbor's face remained passive for a while, but soon her expression changed. Her eyes opened a little wider, her jack slackened, her full lips parted as her body began to react to me.

"What are you doing to me?" She whispered on my lips, "I feel this... ache inside me." She gasped, biting her lip, "Oh, it is unbearable!"

"What do you want?" I grinned.

"I want you." She hissed, her eyes drooping with need, "I want you to penetrate me."

I slowly guided Arbor's hips down, feeling her tight heat separated around my cock, enveloping me with each inch. She shuddered and lowered her head, watching as I took her chastity from her. I met the resistance of her reformed hymen, and her breath caught, her thighs seizing about me. I met her gaze, watching her prepare herself. Physical pain was as new to her as physical pleasure, but Arbor's years showed with her even composure. She nodded, and I broke her virginity. She molded to me with a gasp, her breasts squishing into mine, her clenching belly hot against my abdomen. I kept guiding her down slowly, savoring every tight inch of her. She reached my base, her ass forming a seal of supple warmth on my pelvis and thighs. Her antlers rested atop my head as she looked down at herself, her chest heaving, her body acclimating. I stroked her back lovingly, each touch a communication of gentleness and comfort. Her pelvic muscles unclenched, her head rose to me, her eyes filled with wonder.

"I never knew." She whispered to me, "I never knew what I was denying my daughters all these years."

"It's OK Arbor," I smiled back to her, "don't worry about anything now."

"Do I make you feel good?" She asked, rolling her vaginal muscles down my length.

I groaned, pulling her hard against me. "So fucking good!"

She smiled at that, and rose, moaning as her tight lips gripped around me all the way up. When she was at my peak, she dropped, impaling herself to the hilt. She shuddered with pleasure and let out a weak cry, her back collapsing into a languid arch, molding her supple curves to mine. I guided her body with my hands on her hips, showing her the grinding motions she should make, feeling her tight lips stirring around me. She swayed to my guidance, following my directions to the letter. Then she suddenly drove her pelvis down, taking me with a voracity she hadn't expressed before. My head tilted back, and a moan left my lips. She giggled in excitement as she pleasured me all on her own. She was learning.

Arbor gyrated on my lap, her hips moving aggressively, her ass clapping behind her. Her expression changed from one of curious excitement to wanton desire, her eyes narrowing above a devilish smile. She took me into a nectarous kiss, her fingers lightly wrapping my neck, her nose inhaling sharply with the heated motions of her dancing belly and grinding hips. She pulled from the kiss with my lower lip stretching between her teeth, her unadorned eyes glimmering with playfulness that seemed wholly uncharacteristic. The gentleness left me, and I leaned into the goddess and filled my mouth with her flailing breast, sucking greedily, pulling the delicate flesh deep. The green light in her veins flashed as her heartrate increased. I slobbered as I sucked, my tongue lathering, my saliva dripping from the corners of my lips. Her back arched, her hands pulling me deeper to her breast, her lips parting in a smile to cry my name. I filled my hands with her supple cheeks, digging my fingers into her flesh until conformed delectably around my knuckles, and she plastered herself against me, our bodies merging inside and out.

My slaves pleasured each other at the sight of us, filling their mouths as their fingers found holes to occupy. Rose was left unattended in the corner, sleeping despite her holy mother's cries. The cries were becoming louder.

I pulled Arbor off the ground, pressed her against the wall, and railed relentlessly into her, my composure gone, my hunger ravenous. She screamed in pleasure, locking her legs around my waist and willing me to push harder, deeper, to ruin her purity until she was convulsing and writhing. Her hips drove in jerking contest with me, meeting in the middle, our eyes staring heatedly above our violent joining, our mouth's panting. Her veins flashed like a strobe with the acceleration of her heart, the pulse beating in her loins against my cock, each contraction squeezing me, sucking me deeper.

"Elena!" She cried, "Something is happening to me!"

"I know!" I cried with her, "Me too!"

"I-I think-" Arbor didn't finish that thought. I drove her body against the wood of the tree with wild abandon, her juices frothing around our joining parts, dripping from her spread cheeks and onto the soil below. Her cries rose in their tenor, her fingernails dug into my back, she began panting sporadically, her heart flashing so fast it nearly blinding. With a final cry, I pushed my full length into her, and unloaded. Arbor gasped and sputtered against me, her back arching from the tree, her legs quivering around me. She seized in ecstasy, then sounded her climactic scream to the apex of the tree.

Arbor's eyes turned purple, her veins changed to neon violet, and the lights of the tree all dimmed to a lilac hue. Then she wasn't Arbor anymore, nor Tulip, but Crystal once again. Her body regained its voluptuous hourglass, her antlers shrank to horns, her hair turned auburn, and her veins dimmed. Crystal opened her eyes, blinking confusedly, her eyes their normal violet. I pulled out of her, but none of my seed leaked from her exhausted slit.

"Master?" She asked, as bewildered as me, "Master, the voice is gone."

"I guess it's over then." I said.

I turned around just as Rose was getting off the ground. Her eyes glowed purple, her veins pulsed with violet light. She looked at me with and an adoring smile, and with Arbor's voice, she said, "Master."

"What."

"Master!" Arbor said reverently, walking toward me as she pushed Rose's clothes off.

"Oh no-no-no-no-no!" I stammered, backing away. I turned to Crystal in a panic, but her expression offered no explanation.

"Master?" Arbor asked, kicking off her floral skirt "Does this form not please you?".

"Goddamn it!" I yelled at her, "What did I say would happen, Arbor?! What the fuck did I say?!"

"Did I do something wrong?" Arbor asked, "I'm sorry Master, do you need to punish me?"

"Fuck." I said, pondering what to do next, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Arbor get out of Rose and let me talk to her."

"Yes, Master." Arbor said. A purple light erupted from the nymph and ascended to the apex. Rose blinked for a second as her body came back to her. Her shining purple veins grew green and dull, and her glowing emerald eyes faded to normal green irises. She looked around the inside of the tree, then stared back at me with her mouth agape in horror.

"What the fuck did you do?!" She screamed.

"It was her idea!" I yelled back, "She gave me an ultimatum, and I told her what might happen, but she did it anyway!"

"Oh no!" Rose said as she looked at the purple lights, "Elena, we need to fix this!"

"How?" I asked.

"I don't know!" Rose said frantically, "You need to release her from your service. Can you do that?"

"I've never tried, let me see. Onyx," I said to the slave, "I release you from your service; you're no longer my slave."

"Yes Master." Onyx said, looking around in a confused manner, "What do you want me to do now, Master?"

"Yeah," I sighed, "I didn't think that would work."

"OK," Rose said, taking a deep breath, "everything is going to be OK. Happy thoughts, trees and flowers, bees and birds, sunny skies and fertile dirt. Think, think, think. OK Elena, I'm going to let the Mother back into my body, and you're going to convince her not to be your slave."

"I don't think it works like that." I said.

"Well it better." Rose growled, "Because you're not getting out of this tree until you fix this!" Rose raised her head to the ceiling and said the words she spoke before. Nothing happened. She looked at me with worry written across her face. She tried again, and nothing happened. Rose tried again, more desperately this time, yelling the words through a hoarse voice, but nothing happened.

"Rose," I said to her, "I don't think the Mother wants to speak through you anymore."

"Of course, she does!" Rose yelled, her voice shaking, "She's spoken through me for ten years! I'm her voice!"

"Let's try a different tactic." I said, putting a calming hand on her shoulder, "Crystal, do what Rose just did."