The Last Flowers Ch. 10

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Sarielle liked this spot, under the canopy of a huge oak, enveloped by branches that hung so low they nearly scraped the ground. She pulled her lips away from Ellowyn's nipple and moved her head so their foreheads touched. Despite suckling on her girlfriend six times yesterday, it still felt weird and she always asked to do it in private.

The first thing Ellowyn did when they'd woken up that morning was stick a finger in her to check on her progress. She'd screamed "I feel a root!" excitedly and kissed Sarielle all over her face. Then she fucked her with only part of her fingers and Sarielle put to use the skills she'd learnt the day before to repay the favour.

"I better get a drink so there's enough for next time," Ellowyn said, getting up and heading for the stream.

Sarielle leaned against the big oak and waited for her to return. Minutes passed with no sign of her and she assumed the nymph had got side-tracked. Ellowyn was easily distracted.

Sarielle shifted her legs, but it didn't help the warm, tickling sensation in her abdomen. Out of curiosity, she lifted her skirt and gently slid a finger into her dripping vagina. She was disappointed when she couldn't reach far enough to feel anything. Ellowyn had such long, spindly fingers.

When she drew the finger out, she swirled it around her tingling clitoris. It was red and swollen, but she couldn't tell if it was any bigger yet or if it was just from arousal. That was the only thing that made her apprehensive about this whole thing, the physical changes to her body. Women who slept with the nymphs for decades ended up with huge clits that resembled the nymphs' roots. Having a seedling accelerated the process. Some of the other changes included an increase in strength and a greater resistance to elhuven viruses.

"Enjoying yourself?" Rozenwild said as she appeared from behind the tree.

Sae flinched and stared at her in terror.

She cackled. "Don't panic. Everyone does-" Her face turned serious. "Oh, you're having a flashback, aren't you? Getting caught equals bad things." She sat beside her and patted her knee. "I get them too."

"I'm fine now. Just embarrassed."

"Is that seed troubling you? I can relieve some of the tension if you'd like."

Sarielle frowned at her. "I have a girlfriend."

Rozenwild blinked. "And?"

"And, how would you feel if someone slept with Kerensa?"

She shrugged. "I don't own Kerensa. She's an adult. She can fuck whomever she likes. I'd only be angered if someone hurt her."

"Wouldn't you get jealous? You're protective of her."

"Protective, not possessive. I'd hope she'd invite me to join in the fun, but I'm not always going to be around when she's feeling hot. And Ellowyn's not always going to be around when you need it."

She bit her lip. Now that she'd touched herself the heat in her cunt was intense and demanding.

Rozenwild looked over her shoulder at someone coming. "Ellowyn, do you have a sexual exclusivity arrangement with this girl?"

As she drew near, Ellowyn cocked her head in puzzlement. "I haven't discussed such a thing with her."

"You won't mind if I have at her, then?"

"But." Ellowyn whimpered and tentatively raised her hands as if wanting to stop her. "Not right now."

Rozenwild patted her leg. "I won't disturb your precious seed." She rubbed Sarielle's belly. "I only want to taste her. I want to taste you on her." She grinned wickedly

"I knew you'd want to get your thorns into another elhuven."

"I want to get my thorns into most of the elhuvens."

Ellowyn let out a long breath. "No fingers."

"No fingers," Rozenwild agreed, turning her attention back to Sae. "Would you like that, petal, or would you prefer Ellowyn?"

Sarielle grabbed her crotch. "I don't care which one of you helps me as long as someone does it NOW!"

Rozenwild darted in front of her and crawled between her parted legs. Sarielle felt her soft tongue brush her aching clit and shivered at the sensation. The nymph lapped at her weeping hole, sliding her tongue along the slit and swirling it around her nub. Ellowyn dropped to the ground beside Sarielle and pulled her skirt up to her waist so she could check what Rozenwild was doing.

"Mmm." Rozenwild made a show of licking off her lips. "She's tasty. And your jelly is delicious."

"I'll push you out of the way," Ellowyn threatened. She cupped Sarielle's face and kissed her, while her hands saw to the pleasure of her upper half.

It was clear Rozenwild was an expert. All her movements were designed to work Sarielle into a frenzy. The tip of her tongue skirted the entrance to her pussy and darted inside. It glazed her labia with saliva and twirled around one of the rings there. Her teeth took hold of the piercing and tugged.

"Ahh." Sarielle put a hand over her mouth to stop herself from crying out. "Oh my."

Rozenwild made all the rings tickle her with her strokes and teased each one in turn. Sarielle couldn't help but watch the pretty nymph at her task. Part of her couldn't believe how much of a whore she'd become. While her senses reviled in sheer pleasure, dampening all other thoughts. It looked so lewd having someone sucking on the metal through her flesh, but somehow the naughtiness of it made it incredibly arousing. Every so often Rose lifted her eyes to check on her. Like glittering emeralds, they held her still with their intense gaze. Up close she looked every inch a magical creature and was incredibly beautiful.

Ellowyn kissed her cheek, drawing her away from the dark nymph. "She's not being too rough, is she?"

Sarielle swallowed and gave a faint shake of her head. The blonde nymph's eyes were even stranger. The magenta was so foreign, almost demonic, but they were framed by the sweetest face and gazed at her with concern. It made her wonder about the relationship between the two nymphs.

"Does she do stuff like this to you?" she asked Ellowyn.

Rozenwild groaned. "This is the only thing she's let me do to her. And that was when we were really young, before she got so...touchy."

"I'm not touchy! You're just aggravating." She shoved Rozenwild away from Sarielle.

The nymph squared her shoulders and set Ellowyn with a vicious glare. Before she could react, she was dragged several metres away by a vine from a nearby tree. Being a nymph, Rozenwild simply ordered the vine to release her and dusted the dirt from her front.

"Cheap move, Elle," she growled as she crawled back. Without warning, she pounced on Ellowyn, pinning her to the ground.

The younger nymph tried to wrestle her off, but quickly gave up. Rozenwild lowered her face to kiss her. Ellowyn groaned, but allowed her to do it, even lifting her head to deepen the contact. Sarielle rubbed her legs together, hoping they'd stop and see to her instead. The nymphs slowly parted lips, trailing a link of saliva. Ellowyn pouted at Rozenwild.

"Cheater."

Rozenwild arched an eyebrow. "Are you done? There's a needy elhuven who wants finishing if you've forgotten."

Ellowyn wriggled free and beat her to Sarielle.

"Why is she a cheater?" Sae asked.

"She's part fairy."

"You just don't like that I'm stronger than you." Rozenwild nudged her aside and parted Sarielle's legs.

"It's an unfair advantage!"

Rose ignored her and slithered in close. The touch of her tongue upon her begging folds made Sarielle flinch. It swirled in lazy patterns, sweeping over her clit.

"Ah." Sarielle curled her fingers into the dirt.

Her breath tickled. "This is going to be extra sensitive while it's all swollen and growing."

Plump lips pursed around her clit and sucked on it. Sarielle gasped and her pulse fluttered. She wanted to hump Rozenwild's face with her bulging clit. But the nymph left it alone and trailed back to her petals. This time her tongue dipped further inside, sliding into her cavern. Rozenwild grabbed her thighs and pulled, rolling Sae onto her back and lifting her hips. It allowed her tongue to delve even further.

Sarielle clutched Ellowyn's arm. "Shit! How long is her tongue?"

Ellowyn showed her by sticking out hers. "Iss yours snot thiss long?"

Sarielle briefly showed her but couldn't speak. The feeling of muscle roiling in her aching cunt was too distracting. This was what her body was craving, but it wasn't enough. She needed it deeper, up where the seedling's new roots were tickling her.

Her hips moved as Rozenwild stirred her vagina and thrust her tongue into a sensitive spot. Ellowyn stopped caressing her and moved lower, nuzzling at her tummy as she went. Sarielle's legs were forced wider apart and she could feel the two of them repositioning themselves. Her back arched when a second mouth engulfed her clit while the tongue remained writhing in her pussy. It screamed for more. Sarielle moaned. Everything fell away and she crashed in a foggy haze. Her hips tried to hump the air, but the nymphs held her down. They gently lapped at her while she came back to herself. Her clit throbbed and her vagina winked, still trying to milk anything it could find.

"That sounded like a good one." Rozenwild licked her blood red lips and helped her sit up.

"Mmmmh." Was all Sarielle could manage.

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Abelia watched Ellowyn come up behind Sarielle and drape her arms over her shoulders.

"Cute, aren't they?" Willow said sitting down beside her.

Abelia nodded. "I haven't seen Sae that happy in ages. The town, they treat you differently after you've been caught. She's not deemed as depraved as Aster or Kerensa, because it was with a girl, but my parents still tell me to stay away from her. I have to ignore her when I'm with them."

"She's certainly taken to Ellowyn. It's so generous of her to offer to bear a sapling. We're all so grateful. And Ellowyn is just smitten with her. It's wondrous how it's worked out for us. Usually when a nymph seeks a mate they hang around the tree line or in orchards, hoping to meet one. If they like each other they agree to meet again, and so on. She could be brought to the tribe to mate or it could be done in private. The same if they decided to make a sapling. The girls who were influenced by the tree didn't get that courtship. And the nymphs didn't get to choose who revived them. Yet we all seem rather rapt in our saviours. We all fell for the one who rescued us."

"So did they apparently."

"Yes, fornicating has bonded us to each other."

"As in permanently?"

"No, it's just accelerated that courtship phase and linked us spiritually." Willow smiled and watched Abelia fold her arms on her knees. "I know it's an unfamiliar and scary situation. But take comfort in knowing you're among friends. You have sanctuary here with us and we're happy for you to stay here as long as you like. And if you'd like to return or venture somewhere else, we will do all we can to assist you."

Abelia dug her nails into her skin. "I think the town is like the tree. Drenched in malice. Something like that permeates into every crevice and can't be stopped without destroying the entire thing. Nothing's going to change that place."

Willow sighed. "Losing all their young women won't do the place any good."

"After they go to the city, half the young men don't return anyway. None will want to stay if there's no one to marry."

Willow stroked Abelia's hair, her entire being radiating love. "Perhaps a swim or a walk will allow you some quiet contemplation?"

Abelia nodded. It would be nice to have some time to herself to think.

"If you see any nymphs could you say hello? Let them know they're not alone."

"Sure."

She left the camp and headed the same way they'd come in. The forest was disorientating and she didn't want to get lost. If she headed north, she could use the town to get her bearings. Her path took her along the creek before turning up a hill she remembered going down. At the top she ran into a familiar tree.

"Hello, Amaranth. I hope you're feeling better now that tree's dead."

She didn't know what else to say to a tree, so she kept walking. Before she knew it she was at the tree line, looking at the fields bordering the east of the town. Not daring to leave their cover, she sat down and stared at her home. It would be so easy to go back. All she had to do was walk over there. She'd be in a lot of trouble sure, more so once they discovered her missing lock. They'd never believe she was still a virgin. She'd seen other girls plead and it got them nowhere. What kind of punishment would they have for her? Would her parents be so fearful they'd never let her out of their sight?

Abelia couldn't bear to look at it anymore. She scrambled to her feet and ran as fast as she could, choking back tears. They blurred her eyes, making it hard to see the uneven ground. Her foot hit a hole at a bad angle, rolling her ankle, but she kept going. Ahead the trees came to a sudden stop and she had the foresight to slow down before she barrelled straight off a cliff. The gorge dropped at least fifteen metres in that spot. At the bottom was the creek, and beautiful rock pools. As she walked along the edge, Abelia realised the cliff wasn't as high further along and the rocks ahead made it look possible to climb down. When several seemed to form a natural staircase she couldn't resist investigating. They weren't neat steps, nor were they small. A couple even required her to sit on the edge to reach the next. But she made it the ten metres to the bottom and crossed the sandy soil to the water's edge. The thoughts flooded back in and she let out sob. She turned her head to wipe her cheek with the back of her hand and caught something out the corner of her eye. Over by the bottom of the cliff was a tiny twisted tree. Abelia let out a bitter laugh.

"Of course they'd be one of you here." She sniffled. "When I want to be alone."

A pang of regret hit her when she took in the state of the tree. Was it dead? She walked over to get a better look, reaching out to touch its bark. Sarielle had shown them a dead nymph tree. The bark had crumbled under her touch, the whole thing disintegrating at a faster than any real tree. This nymph was firm beneath her fingers, but she was in a bad state. Her branches were scraggly and she had only three leaves. Abelia went to the water and scooped a handful to bring back to the tree. She followed it with two more, before sitting by the trunk and leaning against it.

"I promised Willow I'd say hello, and tell you some of your friends are not trees anymore."

Of course, the nymph couldn't answer her. So she sat there in silence for a while. She thought of the other nymphs, their personalities as different as their looks. Young women, who just like them, had been tormented by something beyond their control. Abelia knew she was being unfair directing her resentment towards the nymphs. They'd been nothing but kind to her.

"My name is Abelia," she said eventually. "One of the girls in the town brought me out here." She started at the beginning, telling the tree about her disappearing friends and the discoveries they'd made. After, she moved on to what life was like with her parents.

"I miss them." She sniffled. "They'd be so ashamed of me if I came back without my lock. I should have left it on. But..." she sobbed. "I hated it. I used to dream of all the ways I could destroy it."

Abelia leaned her cheek against the bark and shut her eyes. It was easy to talk when it didn't feel like anyone was there. But someone was there. Under that bark was a girl like her, trapped, alone, without a voice. Like the princess in that fairy tale, asleep for a hundred years in a cage of thorns. What was her name? What did she look like? Was she nice? Sensible? Flirty? Bold?

The tree looked so sick. What if she died before someone could wake her? Abelia remembered the way Dendelyn had screamed, the pure terror in her voice.

Abelia got up and wrapped her arms around the tree. "Don't die, okay? Please don't die." She gave her a kiss like she'd seen the other nymphs do to each other.

What could she do to help? She'd already given her water. The only way to resuscitate this nymph was to put that gnarly looking root in her naughty place. But there was something that would give her a little energy. With the way she looked now, that could be lifesaving.

Abelia swept her eyes over the tree, pausing at the spot below that intimidating looking root. Honey-coloured sap oozed from a slit in the bark. According to Willow, the sap from their genitals was arousing if ingested. Abelia had felt Aster's tongue upon her own folds, but never tasted another. This was a tree though, so it didn't seem as...wrong to her.

"I want to help you, but I haven't done this before," she said, kneeling before the bend in the tree's trunk. "Forgive me, Gods, for what I'm about to do. Please grant me exemption for the sin I must perform to save a life."

She placed a hand on the bark and brought her face in close, sticking out her tongue to lick tentatively at the hardened sap. After a couple of passes, fresh fluid wept from the gash. Abelia lapped them up, surprised at the sweet taste.

"Mmm, no one said it tasted like maple syrup," she mumbled, wiping some from her lips.

She eagerly slurped at the escaping liquids, no longer shy. Her underwear grew damp, her vulva hot and itchy. She lifted her skirt to her waist and pulled the skimpy piece of fabric down so she could reach her clit. Her fingers rubbed on the pulsing bean while her blood pumped in her ear. Her body was flushed warm and wanting. Using two fingers Abelia scooped through her labia. They came away dripping strings of her juices, which she smeared on the nymph's root. In the nymph's branches, a new leaf unfurled. Abelia dug out another batch to feed to the already drying root. It was absorbed just as quickly. The nymph needed a lot more. Abelia rubbed at her freed labia, enjoying the feeling but lamenting the holes in her flesh. She continued to suck up all the sap she could, her bare bottom and pussy exposed to the world like some whore as she explored the entrance to her hole. Her fingers slipped too far and accidentally entered her vagina. She gasped at the sensation, but didn't pull back. Instead she pushed them further into the passage.

"Oh, that's..." She groaned and pumped them back and forth.

How had they gone in without causing her pain? I didn't matter. She needed more. Her fingers weren't enough. Right in front of her that root stood, skinny but proud, and waiting. Judging by her fingers, it was small enough to fit. All she had to do was get on it. She'd be saving the nymph too. But her virginity. Her family. They'd be so disappointed in her.

Her hips writhed around her fingers. She was always pretending to be moral and good, hiding the fact she was terrible with temptation. How many times had she snuck extra sugar for her tea, cut a larger piece of cake than she should have, or stolen raspberries from the neighbour's bush? Her curiosity had led her to ask Aster about masturbation, and since she'd tried it she hadn't been able to help herself from rubbing her clit on the odd occasion she got the urge to. She just didn't have the will power to resist something she needed this much.

She tore herself away from the delicious flow and climbed her way up the trunk with a leg on each side. Her hand wrapped around the root and fed the narrow tip into her hole before she sank down. There was no pain, no tearing. Maybe the gods had taken away her hymen because she was a whore. Maybe they thought she didn't deserve pain for saving someone and had chosen to bless her. Whatever the reason, Abelia was grateful.

She sat there while she adjusted to the feeling, before slowly circling her hips, whisking the root inside her. This wasn't the position she'd been taught in school. Maybe if she humped like the animals did. If the nymph couldn't move to thrust into her, she was going to have to move herself.