The Edentide Garden Ch. 01

Nicole's Note: This story is from an amab man's point of view and contains fantasy nc (with heavy brainwashing), mind control, gaslighting, femdom, loving degradation, and everything else listed in the tags. Real-life con-noncon requires a lot of trust, safewords, and other things a fantasy can fudge a little. Enjoy the kink responsibly, and enjoy the story!

Also, I wrote this series several years ago and only just got around to editing it. I apologize if it's not up to my usual standards!

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Herne stared out over a sea of color. His head spun at the sight.

Every blossom in the field below him shone with brilliant hue—from bold blue violets to massive dandelions the size of his open hand. The sight of it allwas almost too much to take in. It was like staring into a kaleidoscope. He looked out over the sea from high above and breathed in deep.

The air stank of sweetness. The air was thick, and cloying, and moving through it was almost impossible. Even moving downhill as he was, the closer he got to the ocean of flowers, the thicker the air seemed to get.

But he knew he needed to get to the flowers. It was very important. Somehow, he knew that he needed to get to the garden. Get to the garden. Get to the garden and... and...

A high-pitched giggle interrupted his train of thought. He tried to look around, but his head felt like it was immersed in treacle. Warm, sticky treacle.

As he stepped into the midst of the flowers. those ahead of him started to fall away. For a moment, Herne felt confused.

Then he realized he was in not a sea of color, but a river. A vast river of flowers overlooking a waterfall.

Is this a dream? he wondered, as he began to fall.

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"Wake up!" sang a squeaky voice in his ear.

Herne's eyes drifted open. Immediately, a few things made a little more sense.

He was lying on his back, covered in something like tree sap—a thick, viscous amber that seemed to have seeped into every nook and cranny of his clothes and mail coat.

The substance smelled—and tasted, Herne realized, recognizing the flavor on his lips—incredibly sweet. Like honey. Like honey mixed with sugar.

It was a gray sky above. Looking around, Herne realized he was in some sort of courtyard garden. Lush flowers and ornamental plants grew all around, and tall, moss-eaten stone walls rose in the distance.

He blinked—even blinking involved a bit of resistance, as even his face was coated in the syrup—and looked to his left, where the squeak had come from.

A pair of shining red eyes stared back at him.

"Aah!" Herne recoiled, ripping away bits of sod from beneath him in his haste. He lunged for his sword, but he couldn't seem to get it out of its sheathe. He struggled with it, squirming on the ground in his efforts.

His struggles ebbed. Slowly, he looked back at the eyes, and registered what he had actually seen.

The red eyes were compound, like those of a fly—though each eye was truly massive, almost human-sized. They belonged to the heart-shaped face of a woman about the size of a hamster. A pair of translucent, ephemereally-patterned pink wings fluttered behind her, catching her long, wavy blonde hair in its own little breeze. She had pale mahogany skin, a striking hourglass figure with a pair of breasts that surely caused a creature that small back problems, and a wide, friendly smile.

She was actually incredibly attractive, though the huge insectile eyes possibly detracted from it. Or would for some.

And yet Herne felt his manhood harden to almost painful stiffness as he stared into her rosy gaze.

"Heehee! Sorry!" The fairy's hands flew to her plump pink lips. "Didn't mean to frighten you, Knighty!"

Knighty. Though he was still groggy, the infantilized word set off a chain reaction of memories in Herne's sluggish brain. He looked around, noticing the tall, foreboding wooden spires of the Telfield Manor.

Yes. He was a knight. Sir Herne, formerly of the fallen Yoric duchy, now a licensed vagrant knight. He was here... here to... He wracked his brains. The memories were like wet silt in a riverbed—he'd scoop up a handful, only to see it all washed away by the time it reached the surface.

"How... How did I get here, Lavvi?" He was confused to find that he knew the fairy's name. To his intense unease, his manhood gave a dull throb as the name crossed his lips. His cock, too, was totally immersed in the honey stuff, and this caused an unpleasant, gooey feeling within his linen braies-not unlike when he'd awoken from his first 'starlight visitor' in his youth.

Lavvi wrung her hands behind her back. She was dressed very revealingly, though that wasn't uncommon for fairies, as, Herne realized, Herne knew. Her top was a pretty blue silk camisole which descended into a scandalous sweetheart neckline that indulgently emphasized her proportionately pendulous breasts. Her rear, meanwhile, was contained within a pair of tight hot pink shorts that seemed positively painted onto her. She swung her hips around in lazy circles as she spoke, as though reeling in a difficult answer. "Uh, oh, gosh. How'd you get here? You mean you don't remember?"

Herne felt a strange, vague reluctance to answer this question truthfully-as if he didn't want Lavvi to know how disoriented he was. No need to be embarrassed, he told himself. "No. I have no idea."

Lavvi stared at him a moment, her body going still. Her pastel-pink lips tightened, then quirked upwards. A tiny giggle slipped out. Then another, louder giggle. Then a burst of bubbly giggles.

And then she lost control completely, and suddenly the fairy was drifting slowly from the air, clutching her belly, laughing and giggling helplessly like a thrilled parakeet.

Still lying on his side, Herne watched her fall like an autumn leaf, and thoughtlessly reached out a hand to catch her.

His hand was still covered in the sap—and now bits of dead grass, he saw—but Lavvi landed gracefully in it, her soft, slender form held perfectly within his palm. She was so curvy. So delicate. Herne couldn't help but swallow. So beautiful.

What was wrong with him?

Lavvi would know.

"Ooh... heehee..." Lavvi finally seemed to regain control of herself. "Thanks, Knighty. You don't remember. Hee hee. Gosh." She sat up, smiling at him with a look of pure adoration.

Despite his confusion, Herne felt strangely calm. It was like a warm, thick blanket of peace had settled over him, smothering the knight in blissful content. It felt so good to just lie there, Lavvi fitting so neatly upon his palm.

It felt so... good. Just to be near her. Just to feel her body on his bare skin...

A thought penetrated the thick honey bubble. He blinked. "Where's my gauntlet?"

"Your hm?" Lavvi cocked her head at him, her little pout the picture of innocent naivete. No, Herne thought. Of course dear Lavvi wouldn't know.

Wait, 'dear' Lavvi? Did... did he know her that well?

"My..." Herne frowned, trying to clear his head. Everything felt so warm. So sticky. So hard to think. "My... my, um... um, what was I asking, again, Lavvi?"

Lavvi beamed. "Knighty, dear," she said, giving a wide yawn and lying back against his fingers, "would you be a sweet thing and lean in close? I'll tell you how you got here. I need to tell you something very important about that."

Sir Herne hesitated. Something seemed very wrong here. Why was he in this garden? It felt like whatever answer there was lay uphill, and his mind had been reduced to ooze. All this thoughts could do was drip down and down and...

"Knighty?" Lavvi cocked her head adorably to the side, eyebrows arching. "C'mon. Don't you want me to tell you?"

"Um..." Sir Herne blinked rapidly, feeling his cheeks flushing. Yes, he wanted to know, but... His head was so fuzzy. Everything was so sticky. His cock was twitching and throbbing and tingling so nicely in his gooey, honey-filled underwear. Wasn't something odd about this? Wasn't he... supposed to go somewhere...

Lavvi regarded him for a moment, then smiled brightly. "Okay, then." She pouted up at him, giggling, and batted her eyelashes. "Then why don't you lean in and let me tell you... and I'll give you a kiss?"

A kiss. This thought, unlike the others, sank deeply into him. Herne's heart raced.

His cock as stiff as a board, Herne found himself leaning down towards her. Her beautiful red eyes loomed closer and closer in his field of vision, filling his mind with rose honey. She was so, so pretty...

But just when his face was mere inches away, Lavvi grinned and gave her wings a flutter. A brilliant wave of color streaked through them, like a million prisms, and Herne felt his mind scatter like moths in a stiff breeze.

"You," she whispered, her eyes glimmering with magic, "are still dreaming, silly~"

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Herne's eyes crept open. It wasn't easy. His eyelids felt sticky. Actually, his whole body felt sticky, warm and wet. What... where was...

The knight left out a soft moan of distress. He was immersed up to his neck in warm, viscous amber sap. No, not sap. What was it called? The name felt so familiar, but when he was in... when he was in Lavvi's flower, everything just felt so foggy and distant.

He knew that was fortunate. This was his only sanctuary on the entire estate.

A cute face appeared before him, her rapidly-beating prismatic wings creating a glowing pink haze behind her. Lavvi wore the exact same cute blue camisole she'd had in his dream. The exact same pink booty shorts.

"Good morning, Lavvi," he tried to say. But he felt so groggy, and his mouth felt so full of something sweet and sticky, it came out as a bunch of babble.

The fairy giggled. "Oops! Hungry while you slept, were you?" She fluttered closer to his face, cooing sweetly, "Remember to swallow!"

Herne swallowed, though it was difficult at first. He felt very thirsty, and while this fluid always sated his hunger, it also left his mouth feeling tacky and dry, eager for more. But it was delicious, and swallowing it left his mouth tingling pleasantly.

It took him a moment to recover himself afterwards. It always did. For a moment, his thoughts were squishy, gooey, his mind a pink haze where all he could seem to concentrate on were Lavvi's bouncing breasts and swaying hips.

"That's it," Lavvi said happily. "Good boy!"

As memories started to return to Herne, he reached up weakly to rub his eyes. "Need to... get to the Tall Spire," he mumbled, his voice still groggy and sticking in his throat a little. "Did I... get close this time?"

"Oh, my." Lavvi settled on his shoulder, giving his cheek long, tickling kisses. "Good morning, Knighty! Did you sleep well?"

"As well as I, er, could." He frowned, even as he leaned pliantly into the kisses. His memories of the dream were increasingly fogging over, joining his memories of whatever had come before then. As always. It took him a moment to realize Lavvi apparently hadn't heard the question. "I... w-what happened?"

"One of the creatures above." Lavvi stopped her kisses and frowned back at him. "The demons in the Keep caught you unprepared. I told you to be careful! You must resist them!"

"... Oh." Herne grimaced. He stared up at the luminous pink walls that surrounded them. The bulbous "flower" Lavvi dwelt in was formed rather like a teardrop-shaped lantern, and the hot pink petals above were currently closed, blocking any view of the sun save the filtered pink light that shone through them. "It's hard. They... they, um... "

A brief memory flashed into his head. Gasps. Moans.

A horrible, seductive laugh that had made his bones shake like rhythm sticks, made his will melt into putty.

Immersion.

Submission.

A high-pitched giggling.

And his eyes closed as he remembered the sensations. Slick skin on skin, lips on lips, stroking, bouncing...

He wasn't sure how long the memories held him, for he only came to when he felt a delicate tickling against his nipple. He opened his eyes and looked down. Lavvi was hovering by his chest, beaming up at him. "There you go! I told you not to think about the stuff from before. The demons are super seductive, Knighty! They'll get in your cute little head."

"Yes." He blinked blearily. "I... thank you for rescuing me, Lavvi. Again" He stared down at her glimmering pink glow, stared into those bright compound eyes. She only giggled slightly, hiding her smile with a hand. "I... don't know what I'd do without you here."

"You'll never have to find out." Lavvi fluttered up above him, giving him an easy view of her long, shapely legs and plump ass, and landed atop his head. "I'll always be here for you, my sweet Knighty. Ready to go back up?"

"I... I think so." He tried to pull an arm up to rub his eyes fully clear of the sap, but it was all so heavy, and he still felt so tired. "I... can I just wait a minute first? I still feel a little... a little, um..."

He trailed off, squirming a little bit. The honey tingled against his bare skin. He really was just about immersed in it.

He heard Lavvi tutting. "Poor thing. They're really getting to you, huh?"

"W-What?" He felt his cheeks redden slightly. "No, I'm just..."

"Just gonna stay here and pump your cock?" she cooed, leaning over to let her voice travel right into his ear. "Gonna pump and pump and pump that big, needy cock of yours and cum thinking about them?"

He held in a whimper. Gods, hearing Lavvi's voice drop to that sultry moan... "N-No," he protested, "I'm not..."

"Oh?"

Her little sound of disbelief almost made him cum right then and there. "Y-Yes," he managed, squirming, "I'm... I just need to rest for..."

Lavvi's voice was gentle, but very amused. "Look down, cutie."

Herne's heart stopped. He slowly looked down, and, blushing bright, forced himself to take his hands out of his pants.

"I... I, um..."

"The demons have already gotten you three times, little one," Lavvi cooed sympathetically. "The more time you wait to get back to the garden, the more horny for them you're gonna get."

"I know, I..." Even though his chastened embarrassment, something about that stuck out to Herne. "Wait, three times? Really?"

"Um, three times, twice, once." Lavvi giggled airily. "Gosh, I dunno! It's, like, numbers."

"Oh, Lavvi." He chuckled. Wonderful as Lavvi was, she could be a real ditz sometimes.

"Don't worry about it. You need to get to the Tall Spire, remember?"

Herne had a strange sense of deja vu then, and he bit his lip.

Something felt strange about all of this. Familiar. Repeated. Had it really been three times? When had Lavvi first rescued him? And... come to think of it, how did he know her name? The last memory he had was setting out for the, um, the Keep, facing the Lady of the Gate, and then...

"Hm... maybe you do need some rest," he heard Lavvi murmur.

He bit his lip. "No, I..." Why were his memories so hazy? Why did this all feel so... so...

"Ooh, yeah, rest." Flashing colors dazzled his mind and melted his thoughts right back into gooey, obedient syrup. as Lavvi flew back into view. She was so pretty. So sparkly. She gave him a big, indulgent smile that he couldn't help but return. "You just need a little rest," she cooed, swaying her hips encouragingly like a pendulum. His eyes helplessly followed the motion. "You're, like, sooo sleepy, aren't you, Knighty?"

"Sleepy..." He stared adoringly at Lavvi. The little fey knew him so well. "... just... need little rest..."

"That's it," she purred. "Aw, Knight knows I know what's best for him! Just... rest... a minute..."

The world was turning rosy, and Lavvi seemed to be radiant, the sun around which his world revolved. She was so sweet. So beautiful. And she had done so much for him already. Surely she... she knew best... "Need to rest a minute...

"... get to the Tall Spire..."

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Herne vaguely remembered the petals of the flower opening and him exiting, though he didn't exactly remember climbing out. It was all a haze. The air outside the flower felt chilly by comparison to the snug bliss of Lavvi's sanctuary, though the sap that still coated his clothes, skin and hair made him feel a bit warmer inside.

Everything felt warmer and fuzzier, actually, knowing that Lavvi was in the Sunrise Blossom to help him if things went wrong. He prayed he wouldn't need her help a second time.

He made his way through the Courtyard with caution, eying everything around him as a potential threat. The courtyard of the Keep (he couldn't seem to remember the place's actual name for the life of him) was a spacious area, and everything seemed to bear the same shimmering heat haze to it that made it difficult to focus on things further off.

It was actually a bit odd how warm he felt, considering the sky above was a cool, steely gray. To all appearances it looked like winter, or late fall, right up until the light touched the courtyard grass.

The courtyard itself was exquisite. Colors burst out at him—emerald-green grass, massive clumps of lamb's ear flowers as tall as Herne, and bushes of red roses filled the area around Herne, filling the Courtyard with a thousand sweet floral scents.

Even stranger plants abounded, plants he could scarcely describe, much less name. Flowers that looked like painted red lips, bizarre spherical fungi that always grew in pairs, masses of slimy vines, small trees bearing juicy-looking hot pink fruits... and behind him, he knew, was Lavvi's... whatever it was. Whatever she'd used to save him. He thought about glancing back, but something stopped him.

Best not to delay.

He was approaching the speediest entrance to the Keep—a single iron-wrought door. Between him and the door, though, lay a glittering pond. It was a lovely, idyllic little pond, positively brimming with water lilies and singing with invitation.

Something in the back of his mind told him that the water would be warm. Something assured him that it would be a wonderful, perfect way to get clean.

Herne didn't think about it. A strange calm settled over him. He took a step forward, dipping one foot toward the water...

Something rippled at the pond's center.

Herne jerked his foot away, falling on his ass in the process. What am I doing? the knight thought in a panic. Something about that pond suddenly filled him with dread. He felt certain that had he moved any closer... well, something would have happened.

He took a deep breath, allowing the scent of sweetness from the syrup—and the floral scents around him—to calm his thoughts. Memories flashed through. Splashing. Giggling. His heart pounding with a deprived urgency. His cock throbbing with the same. Two bright blue eyes, and a pair of plush blue lips.

Herne's mind swirled with erotic visions, none solid enough to hold onto, all vibrant enough to make his cock harden and twitch amid the honey. His mind drifted, lost in enticing memories...

He blinked, realizing he was still lying on the ground. So lazy of me, he thought vaguely.

He didn't get up immediately, though. He'd fallen onto one of the lamb's ear plants to cushion his fall, and it was... actually quite comfortable.

He was so tired. If he was starting to remember what had happened, he reasoned, he should wait until more memories returned. Because there was something strange going on here. More memories were drifting back now, though it felt like he had to stop and collect his thoughts again between each breath. The air must not be good, he thought. Not enough oxygen. I'd better breathe deeper. Get more air.

It was a strange sort of reasoning, but it made sense, and analyzing the air quality wasn't his priority right now, so he didn't think too hard about it. He took several deeper breaths. It was so hard to remember. So hard to think about.