by Rhys Thomas
I held Shres heart in my hand and it was tiny and almost insignificant as if the lightest of breezes would fling her from my grasp.
I wouldn’t let that happened, nor would I let her go so easily. I was starting to get sick of this world, its people who only thought about themselves. And Ra’al for allowing it to be so.
I was Alaric-fucking-Rokkaia-Rosen and death, even my own were nothing to me. Then I was fading away, not me entirely but a portion of myself, drifting off to be replaced by something greater. Something older and yet new. It was a complete acceptance. An acceptance of how absurd my life is and always has been.
I took a deep meditative breath and closed my eyes as I opened my delve. I focused on a mixture of combining for a singular moment, both my dimensional plane and my delve. I couldn’t cast anything without aether, yet I could and always had been able to warp stuff around. This time I wanted to warp Shre’s heart seed into my delve, where she’d bask in the aetheric realm I created for my power. I flung my will and mind at the problem but every time something constrained me; held me back.
“Why?” I asked, knowing my voice would also be projected outside my delve. I heard Emilia reply but I didn’t care for what she had to say.
If I couldn’t save Shre, how would I save any of the others when they needed me. A part of me was certain that Shre was here to join with me, to be by my side, even though we had only just met. The same was said for Ilya, Emilia and Kasbian and the others.
Like strings trailing out from my mind as I reeled them towards me.
I shook away the thought and concentrated pointedly on willing the single object into my delve. I couldn’t warp living things into my plane, or at least not yet anyway.
I felt my hands burn hot and thrum with power as I drew my mind into the sun at the centre of my delve where my constructed figure of mist stood stoically. I saw my aether power custard domain and noticed it was dry as expected. I brought myself to a halt before my constructed figure and pressed my hand to his chest and brow.
Everything a beat of instinct and faint memory as if I had done something similar before. Outside my body I cupped my palms together and like I was about to pray and maybe I was, praying this would fucking work.
“Come back Shre,” I said softly, within my delve my voice boomed out like a commanding chant from the heavens. The sun blazed brightly and where I touch my figure glowed a bright orange, then yellow, then a green jade like my runes when activated. “Come home to me,” I whispered and prayed, and then crushed her heart into my hands as her entire being and essence suddenly flooded my delve.
I rocked back from the burst of life energy coursing through and around me moulding with my delve and being absorbed into me.
As I broke my hands away from the construct, I saw that the two halves of Shre’s heart seed were embedded in the figure. One at the centre of its sternum, the other centred on the forehead. My own chest tightened as what felt like wriggling roots slithered uncomfortably through my veins as others slid through my mind sending lightning bolts of electricity twitching through me.
I gasped for air and a reprieve from the dual sensation, my gasp was joined by another and I withdrew from my delve to see Emilia staring at me in wonder.
Then Shres body lurched and convulsed in a spasm. I summoned a skin of water from my inventory and poured the contents over Shre’s midriff running a hand over her belly washing away the amber-like blood and checking for the wound.
I found none and breathed a sigh of relief as I sat back hissing; I jerked my leg out straight. “Oh. Yeah, wounded – fuck,” I said a bit breathlessly. Then Shre twitch violently upright in a sudden scream of ecstasy and pain, her wild green mane hiding her face as she calmed down. Her hands slowly rolling over her stomach, then she looked up at me, her mane hair falling away. A looked of utter disbelief, gratitude and adoration shone from her glowing green eyes and I felt my heart swell at seeing that look.
She crawled over and flung her arms around me, sobbing and laughing all the same. “Thank you-thank you,” she repeated quickly. Smoothing back her wild mane I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and felt her purr and return several more tentative smooches to my neck.
I held onto her tightly as Ilya came over, “nice light show outworlder,” she said with a smirk.
“Ha, ha,” I replied with a grimace, then frowned at our surroundings. At the beautiful night glade, now stinking of blood and death.
“We’re got to move on,” I said to Ilya, she nodded casting a glance at my leg.
“Think you’ll be able to keep up?” she asked me, her tone was playful; but I detected a hint of concern there.
“Maybe,” I shrugged, nodded, but then shook my head. “Won’t last long though, how long till dawn?”
“A good while off yet,” Emilia supplied. The dryad was now licking across my neck, her face and actions hidden by her hair.
“Alright, this is what we’ll do,” Ilya started. “Shre will help Alaric with his armour, weapons and some extra clothing while I loot the bodies. I’ll stack all weapon’s and ammo I find to one side so Al here can vanish them away. Emilia,” Ilya named the young witch whose focus was on staring at me with a strange expression.
“Y-yes!” she squeaked in reply turning to face the Mælic Redeye with a blush. “How long do you need for the ritual to proceed?”
“About half a mark,” so thirty minutes, I really needed to make clocks a broader necessity in this world.
“Al, can your doggy scout the area for me?” she asked throwing a thumb at Shade. The big wolf had been lying down, half paying attention. Annoyance breezed through the bond as Shade got up and walked off with an affirmative nod, his tail whipping out to slap across Ilya’s ass causing her to yelp as he left.
Amusement, I chuckled as Shade picked up the pace and Ilya glared after him.
“Will you need any help?” I asked Emilia. “No, it’s actually fairly straight forward, I’d go into detail, but It’ll be best to do so afterwards.”
“When we’re not running for our life’s you mean?” I said with a grin.
“Yes, I suppose so,” she answered half amused.
“Shre, could you show me to my gear please?” I asked the dryad. She paused her hidden tonguing of my neck to shuffle around and look up at me.
“Of course, Master,” she replied sweetly, though her face shone with lust and desire. I gulped as she swivelled in my lap, rubbing her firm round ass around my lap before she quickly stood and fluffed out her wild hair and offered me a hand.
“See you all in a bit,” I said to Ilya and Emilia. Ilya gave me a wink, her eyes roaming over Shre’s body, Emilia grabbed her satchel and headed off in the direction Shade and I had come from the pool. “Right this way Master Alaric,” Shre said gently tugging on my arm as I hobbled alongside her.
We re-entered the tree house, laboriously climbed back up the stairs all the way to the damn top.
I was a wheezing mess and soaked in sweat by the time we stepped out on the top floor. My whole leg was numb, and my arm ached from supporting most of my weight on the musket rifle. “I’m sorry Master,” came Shre’s voice as I flopped to the floor and rolled over. “You, know I’m not your master, right?” I told the dryad. She shook her head, green hair spilling out to curtain us off from the outside world as she leaned over me.
“Our root’s, came from you,” she said softly running her hand over my sweat slick brow as the other ran down my chest. “My heart belongs with you now, maker of my life.”
“Please, just call me Alaric,” I replied. So, lost in her big green orbs I startled when her hand softly caressed my flaccid dick through my breeches. “W-what’re you doing?” I asked her slightly flustered.
She grinned lustily, “I can heal you of your wounds, but I require a price in return.” Her hand slid up my shaft making me harden and gasp, then it moved to my waist line and crawled under my clothing to encircle my cock’s tip with her dexterous fingers.
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bsp; “Anything,” I said in earnest. Frankly I needed the release, and to know I was alive.
“Give me your seed, Alaric and I’ll forever be your faithful slave.”
“I… I don’t need a slave,” I said breathlessly. “I need a companion, a friend and a lover.” I took a deep breath and fell into her gaze once again. “But they’ll be others I’ll want as well. Are other’s I want.”
Her smile grew from lusty to a furious glee. “Then I’ll want them too,” then she kiss me. Her lips cool to the touch, darting out in a heated probe as we tangled together. Her hand still sliding up and down the length of my cock, coming up to caress the tip once with her palm and then sliding back down. I moaned into her mouth, she smirked down at me seeing my obvious enjoyment.
I grabbed her thick mane of hair and pulled her to me, pulling her around so that her hand had to retreat from my breeches.
“Fuck me,” Shre’s sweet smooth voice growled at me, her hips grinded down against my waist. The pain in my leg seemed like a distant memory as I shuck myself out of my clothing, pushing the musket wedged in my side away from me.
Shre snapped her fingers playfully and arched her back as the vines, leaves and petal clothing untangled themselves, becoming undone and slipping away to fall on the ground around us.
Her large firm breasts hung high on her chest, the dark green areola base of the nub of her erect nipples peaked at me. I reached out and cupped her chest in my hands hearing Shre moaning softly and thrust hers chest into my palms as I massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples.
“I’m different than any other woman you’ve been with,” Shre murmured lustily, rising up and arching an eyebrow, that interestingly flicked and unrolled the green stem of her eyebrow.
The lingerie covering her pussy had fallen away and now Shre ground her entrance down on me and I could feel the wet heat of her slit as she trailed a hand down her body to toy with the dark green nub of her clit.
She slid two fingers into the slick wet folds of her dark green lips. “It’ll be intense the first time,” she moaned and rocked and rolled her hips, shuffling backwards to line up with my hard cock, my hands still firmly grasping at her breasts.
She retrieved her fingers, wet with her juices and slid them into my mouth. I moaned at the taste of her, like honey and sugar. Her big eyes slitting partially as she watched me savour her taste. I licked my lips then growled as Shre lowered herself down my length, not entering but running her wet lips down along my shaft.
Heat coating like a lather down my shaft, “love me Maker. Fill me with your seed,” Shre moaned out.
Then, what felt like a hundred electrifying tendrils grasped my shaft in a vice like grip reminding me of those squidgy stress toys with the feelers. “Oh fuck,” I cried out as a sensation of what I could only describe as nirvana came over me as Shre’s feeler pussy slid me inside of her and my whole being locked up.
The hundred or so little moist feelers clenching and massaging around my entire dick, “holy fucking Christ!” I grunted, practically screaming the words and squeezing Shres tits hard enough to bruise as I came inside of her. The whole of me going ridged and stiff as I arched my back off the ground, my mouth opening like a fish drowning without water.
Time slipped by, as I accomplished the ultimate minute man title. A part of me wondered if that would’ve shown up on Ra’als Spreadsheet detailing me.
I laughed in stunned disbelief then glanced at Shre as she road me, bouncing up and down, her slick pussy clinging and enveloping me even after I came and spent all I had. She moaned and bent down to nip at my chest, my vision going fuzzy. “W-what?” I mumbled.
“Ssshhh, go to sleep my Love, my Maker, my Master. let me… Let me heal you of your wounds-” she paused to cried out. “Oh! Your cock is so goooood, Master,” she moaned and came on my cock. Her fluids gushing around me and her feelers and walls gripping me as she milked me for more and I gave.
Sometime later through the blurry haze I woke up to Shre sticking her hot green tongue in my mouth, “Wakey- wakey.”
“I’m awake,” I said with a groan and sat up. I felt spiritually exhausted, if such a thing was possible after what I had experienced. “Damn, did that actually happen?” I said to myself and cast a glance down my body.
“Mmm-hmm. Your seed is extremely potent my Master,” Shre husked at me. I looked over at her in time to watch as she ran a hand between her legs and came away sticky with my cum coating her fingers. She put those same fingers into her mouth and her big green orbs rolled back as her head tilted.
She let out a sound akin to a growl and a moan. “You should try it,” she held her hand out to me. “I’m good, thanks,” I replied instantly but caught the glint in her eye as she laughed playfully.
“That was intense,” I commented scratching at my cheek. Remembering that once again I needed to have a shave and remove the scraggily beard growing in. “It always is the first time,” Shre said smiling and shook her slightly.
“Why is that?” I asked unable to stop my eyes drinking in her naked form. Her body filled and brimming with my juices. The thought would’ve usually caused a reaction from my smaller self, but I couldn’t stir a damn thing. In fact, my dick hurt like hell from I don’t know how many times I came.
“My body mould’s itself to my lover after the first time, meaning the sensation you felt won’t be as intense going forward, though still very pleasurable,” she purred at me.
“Yeah. Somehow, I don’t doubt that one bit,” I chuckled.
“We’re also incredibly compatible as well. If you ever want for children, my Master just let me know as I’ll flood my eggs with your seed.”
“Uhhhh, oh-kay? Good to know,” I mumbled my reply with a slight cough, trying to withdraw my eyes from the gorgeous visage of the dryad fingering herself so that she could taste my cum.
I shivered and glanced at my leg, “it’s all healed up. The musket ball was steadily inching it’s way further into your leg with each movement you made.” Shre informed me and I rubbed my hand down my leg, noticing that the hole in my breeches had been repair with a green vine stitch.
“Thank you Shre. My stuff?” I asked her. She smiled and pointed a finger to a side table. On it was my armour, good old falchion and cloak. I got up pausing to grab the musket and warp it to my inventory. Then I moved over to the table and reacquainted myself with my gear. Soon, Shre joined me, still in her glorious after glow, the scent of sex heavy on her—and likely on me—mix with her fragrance of lily’s and mint.
She gave me a smile and pulled my head down to rub our noses together. I chuckled at the cute act, and grabbed my sword and belt, strapping them around my waist. I looked at and saw that the flowers that were blooming in her hair were withered and dying, “Shre, your flowers,” I said to her concerned.
She nodded, a forlorn expression flitting across her beautiful features. “I know, my grove is dying.”
“Dying? But how? I saved you,” I said shaking my head.
“The grove is connected to a dryad’s heart. When the seed dies-”
“so does the grove,” I finished for her. I had managed to save Shre, but not her grove. “But I brought your hearts essence into my delve, it’s why you’re alive. Shouldn’t that mean the grove is as well?” I asked her curiously.
Shre shook her head; a small clouded expression glazing her eyes. “I’m afraid not. I did actually die after all,” she replied.
“You don’t sound all that sad about it,” I noted to her.
Shre shrugged her shoulders, “I was going to leave anyway. This-” she waved at the interior of her room. “The way it happened does saddened me, but it also means I’m no longer bound to a singular place.” Shre grabbed the front of my armour and pulled me into a tender loving kiss. “Now that you’ve bound my essence to your own, it means I finally have my freedom,” the dryad said with a contented sigh as she leaned in to hugged me.
I smiled down at the top of her head, a part of me fe
eling the contact between us as something familiar. Something I had felt a million times over and couldn’t get over wanting more of. Then a small pebble of self-doubt, wondered at how I could just so easily trust others and even fall for them so quickly.
We parted and made our way down the stairs, only pausing when Shre bent down at the waist, showcasing her spectacular figure. She touched her fingers to the leaves and vines, and they came alive, reanimating and coiling up her arm as others spilt off and snaked up her thigh. In a matter of moments her underwear was back in place.
I nodded, impressed as I met her sweet smile, fighting to keep my own face neutral. Outside I glanced about searching for any sign of the ladies, a saw that Ilya had finished piling the loot. “Shre, we better get you some gear if you’re going to be coming with us,” I said and began tugging her arm towards the pile of clothes, armour and weapons.
She halted and I stumbled a step surprised at her sudden strength, I looked at her confused. “No need, Master Alaric,” Shre said formally. “I’m a dryad,” Shre raised her hands above her head and moved her hips sensually, her big green orbs glowing a lighter shade. Then a part of the treehouse shot at her and hit her in the back like a truck, the limb ooze beneath the surface, as Shre stumbled forward a step the wood of the tree formed around her body, moulding to her figure.
“What the hell?” I shouted, as Shre stood up straighter as the tree limb receded back into the geography of the house.
Now a fully wooden armoured Shre stood before me, though what she wore was a tad scantily. With the tear drop viewing window to her pleasantly compacted breasts and the bare-naked skin of her thighs down to just above her knees.
She was perfectly clothed for travelling, the wooden armour covered the majority of her body, conforming even around her fingers tips, giving each a deadly looking sharp point. Vines laced around and between her form fitting armour, seeming as thick as cords of steel. Her now wooden boot’s formed what seemed to be two distinct toe like hooves, at the front of her boots. Her boots rode just above her knees with a few vines coiling intricately along her bare thighs.