"Oh, these are some pretty flowers."
With no plan, no introduction, and no shame, I walked right up to the thick elf, relying on my gut. Or, more accurately, my groin.
She flinched, her humming abruptly cutting off. She turned, her wide, emerald eyes blinking in surprise. They were the color of new spring leaves, and they held a look of perpetual, gentle worry.
"Oh! I... I beg your pardon, my lady," she stammered, her hands fluttering nervously to smooth her already-immaculate dress. "I did not hear you approach. I was... lost in my work."
"It's alright," I purred, letting my gaze drift deliberately down her body, from the swell of her breasts to the curve of her hips and back up to meet her flustered eyes. "A mind as lovely as yours shouldn't be disturbed. But it would be a crime for such beauty to go unnoticed."
A deep blush crept up her neck, coloring her cheeks a charming shade of rose. She swiftly turned, watering the flowers with a... flower?
Yeah... she had a blue flower growing out of her palm, and a stream of water flowed from the flower's petals, nourishing the plants.
"Ho~... even your magic is cute," I chuckled, gently placing a hand on her back... sloooowly.
She stiffened slightly under my touch, the watering stream faltering before resuming in a hurried, uneven rhythm.
"I–I'm not doing anything special," she said quickly, her voice soft and breathy, as if she feared being overheard. "Just helping them grow. They like… gentle hands."
"I can see that," I replied, my tone light, amused. "They're thriving under your care. Much like everything else around you, I imagine."
Her blush deepened. She tried to focus on the flowers, but her ears twitched—an unconscious tell. Elves were terrible liars when flustered.
"You're not from this district," she said after a moment, stealing a glance at me from the corner of her eye. "Your aura feels… different. Warm. Heavy."
"Heavy?" I smiled. "Is that a complaint?"
"No! I mean—I didn't mean it like that!" She nearly dropped the watering flower, fumbling before steadying herself. "I'm sorry. That was rude. I'm Aeli. I tend the royal gardens."
"Then I'm honored," I said, leaning in closer. My fingers lingered on the small of her back, pressing just enough to make her aware of my presence without crossing the line into outright aggression.
"I'm Morgana, and I was just admiring your work. And you, of course. You stand out."
"I do?" she asked, genuinely puzzled.
"Yes," I said. "Like a rose that refuses to be ignored."
"Heheh." She laughed softly at that, a shy, musical sound. "You're strange, my lady. But… kind."
If only you knew.
"Tell me..." I leaned, whispering in her ear as my hand slowly trailed down her spine, resting possessively on the plush curve of her ass. "What do I need to do to steal the lovely rose for myself?"
"!!!" Aeli let out a sharp, choked gasp, the blue flower in her hand suddenly wilting as her concentration shattered. She didn't pull away—instead, she seemed to melt into the touch, her knees knocking together.
"I... I..." she stammered, her breath coming in shallow hitches. "I don't know..."
"Are you sure?" I pressed, my fingers gently kneading the soft flesh beneath the thin fabric of her dress. "A rose as lovely as you... You must have plenty of 'gardeners' wanting to tend to you."
She didn't say anything for a while, her head bowed, her hands trembling. No pulling away.
Is what I'm doing too forward? Sexual harassment?
Absolutely! But hey, I'm a goddess of breeding, and Aeli here was a walking fertility idol. It's only natural for me to want to 'commune' with her.
"So~" I stepped behind her, my arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer until her back was pressed firmly against my chest. "Can I?"
Aeli let out a soft whimper as my body pressed against hers, my breasts pushing into her back, my 'holy spear'—already half-hard from the sheer proximity of such prime breeding stock—nestling between her soft, generous asscheeks.
"Mm." She let out a soft hum that was definitely not a no. But I wanted to hear her say it.
"Say it, Aeli," I whispered, my lips brushing against the sensitive point of her ear, slowly biting and nibbling on the delicate cartilage of her elf ear. "Say you want me to 'commune' with you."
"P-please..." she whimpered, her fingers digging into my forearms as if she were trying to decide whether to push me away or pull me closer. The conflict in her soul was delicious, a sweet, tangy appetizer before the main course of her surrender. "Please, what? You need to use your words."
"Please, what, little rose?" I teased, my hand sliding up from her hip to cup the heavy weight of one breast, feeling her heart hammering like a trapped bird against my palm. "Tell me exactly what you want from your... fellow elf."
"I... I can't." She arched her back, her massive rear grinding instinctively against my cock through the layers of our clothes. Her body was begging for it, even if her words were caught in her throat.
"Why?" I trailed my lips down the column of her neck, my tongue darting out to taste her skin. She tasted of sunlight, fresh soil.
"Don't... you find me... disgusting?" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.
"Disgusting?" I pulled back slightly, genuinely confused by her question. "Why would I find you disgusting?"
"Be-because... I'm... fat," she admitted, the word catching in her throat as if it were a shameful secret. "Others don't find me... attractive. They call me 'The Ox' behind my back. They say I'm built like a farmhand, not a proper elf."
"POINTY SHIT BASTARDS!!"
I couldn't help but curse out loud in anger, the words bursting out of my mouth before I could stop them. My hands tightened on her hips, pulling her even closer against me.
"These skinny twigs are blind! They know nothing about beauty," I growled, my voice dropping into a low, dangerous register that made Aeli tremble against me. "You are not 'fat'; you are FERTILE! You are the goddess's perfect canvas, a walking monument to life and abundance! They are nothing but jealous insects!"
While it was true that elven beauty standards typically prized slender, almost willowy forms—something that allowed for swift movement and a certain ethereal grace—to me, her body was a masterwork. The wide, childbearing hips. The swell of her stomach, soft and inviting. The generous weight of her breasts. This wasn't excess; this was promise. This was the body of a mother, a queen of fertility, built to bring forth... a hundred strong children.
The "Ox"? More like the "Mare" in heat, ready to be bred.
My words seemed to break something inside her. A small, choked sob escaped her lips.
"Really? You... you think so?" she whispered, her body finally relaxing against mine, as though the single word might shatter if spoken too loudly. Her voice trembled with the fragile hope of someone who had spent years burying desire beneath duty and shame.
"I don't just think so, I know so," I murmured, my hands sliding around to cup the full, heavy weight of her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. Her nipples pebbled instantly against my palms, hard as berries. "This is what beauty is. This is what life is. Your body is a prayer to creation itself."
I didn't wait for a response. I spun her around to face me, my hands still firmly on her glorious curves. Her emerald eyes were wide with a mixture of shock and raw, undisguised longing. I leaned in, my lips hovering just millimeters from hers.
"I'm going to worship you now, Aeli," I breathed against her mouth. "I'm going to show you how magnificent you really are."
And then I kissed her.
It was a gentle, exploring kiss, a question asked without words. But as Aeli gasped into my mouth, her hands finally moving up to clutch at my shoulders, the question was answered. The kiss deepened, becoming possessive, consuming. My tongue delved into her warm, sweet mouth, tasting her hunger, her desperation, her years of silent yearning.
My hands roamed her body, learning every lush curve, every soft valley. I squeezed her ass, pulling her flush against me, grinding my hardness against her mound. She moaned into my mouth, a helpless, needy sound that was the most beautiful music I had ever heard.
However, I leaned too much on her and ended up pushing both of us onto the flowerbed.
"Hehe... Sorry about tha—... HMMM!" I tried to apologize, but Aeli had already taken control of the kiss, her tongue dueling with mine, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me closer.
She was a wildflower, and someone had just told her it was okay to bloom.
Sigh... this was cruelty truly—to treat this beautiful, passionate creature like an outcast simply because she didn't fit into their narrow, suffocating definition of beauty.
I made a promise to myself then and there. I would make them pay. I would show them the true meaning of beauty, the true meaning of life.
A 50-inch dick up their ASSES.