My little green Chef successfully tongue-bathed, I took a last long whiff of her loin-cloth, standing at the spring's edge. I could still taste her, sticking to my teeth. Her grit, a mark of her approval. Throating her had proven surprisingly difficult, every time she pulled that thing out it was a surprise, so much larger than it should have been.
The spring-spirit and I had gotten a bit closer last evening, bathing here with Sadie. "Hey buddy, breakfast time..." I grinned. The water's edge bubbled up.
"That's right, lets head to the shallows, cool down, have a little chat."
I lay down on smooth stones downstream, let it crest before my face, "Alright buddy, you wanted a kiss?"
A protrusion of the water nodded.
"No-no, I need to hear you say it." I toyed, shaking my head side to side.
It hesitated, then bubbled and steamed, "Miss, yes...please..."
"There you go. Now come here, clean my filthy mouth..." I opened wide, presented my seed stained tongue.
"Mmmm," it roiled, dripping hot, colliding with my lips and into my mouth, gently scrubbing, frothing.
"Good," I gurgled into it. It approached my throat and I gave it a playful nibble.
Salt soothed my tonsils, where Chef had been so rough. She made me earn her forgiveness.
Teeth now shining, I gripped the watery proboscis around its base, it could have just rolled though my fingers, but it obeyed. I pulled it out.
"There you go. Now here," I slipped the loincloth into the water, "Get this nice and clean for me, I'll have more for you later." It gurgled, dragging the cloth deep into the depths.
Then I went about my way. First things first, we needed food. Chef could hunt, but gardening was my duty. I needed a quick inventory of what could be grown around here.
Thigh-magic, Chef had shown me how, that cute little grinding dance. Now I needed to put it to use. I traipsed through the garden, shaking my ass, working my legs together in half-circles, rising various plants to see if they would fruit.
We actually had some good stuff out here. I was sweating, thighs slick, munching on a green-bean whose vine had wrapped tight around my leg, torso, and up to my neck. It was nestled between my pussy lips, tugging gently against my clit.
Nature's Goddess.
Tch.
"Huh?" I turned to a sight that should have been frightening, a human skeleton in loose-fitting rusted armor, a sword at its side, staring right at me.
Perv.
"Like what you see?"
Tch. "Yes ma'am!" A voice rattled out of its rib-cage like a recording of a knight.
The fuck?
Okay.
Lets see where this goes, worst case I scream for Braja and Pantsu.
"And you are?"
Tch. "Sir Durian Gyrepath, Protector of Women," he fucking bowed to me, a rattling, clattering bow.
Oh no... I don't need saving.
"Well... Thank you for visit, Sir Gyrepath..."
He approached. I stole a glance over my shoulder. Chef was in the window, not at all perturbed. Then, the skeletal knight dropped to a knee, and plunged his sword into the ground. In the process he sliced clean through my bean-shoot!
"My bean!"I smacked him upside the head with the broomstick I'd brought out here for stability, knocking it clean off his shoulders.
The body twisted before hitting the ground, then began scrambling.
Tch. "Deepest apologies your grace, for whatever I did to offend!"
"How dare you Durian! That shoot was my-my-" I slammed the broomstick into the dirt between his ribs and a missing patch of chain-mail, locking him into place on the ground, "Forget what it was, what matters is that you're going to repay me."
His head was nestled against a tree-trunk. I approached , standing above him, my V readily visible from this angle Tch, he stammered, "Oh Lord. I- are you a damsel in distress?"
"Oh I'm most distressed," My mind immediately went to the list, how I couldn't get split by an Oni until it was complete.
Tch. "Then how may I serve," he asked.
"You're going to get me laid," I said. His teeth chattered. Tch, "I, your grace, that goes against everything I stand for."
"You were just ogling me while I gyrated a pea-pod to bloom." I crouched low, hitting him with the tractor beam.
Tch. "A knight has needs." Grass began to sprout though his mouth, he gnawed at it.
"And so does a maid. Filthy needs, Sir Gyrepath..." my thighs met, slipping against each-other, "You have a Master?"
Tch, "Not yet, your Grace."
"Then get in the inn and fill out this list! Every broken cupboard, missing plank and nail. We need bed-sheets, cutlery, new maid outfits..." I went on... "...Go! I've got plants to water!" I tossed my notepad at him and grabbed my broomstick.
"Yes ma'am..." His body sprang and reclaimed his head, rushing off with pad and paper.
"The skeleton's working for us now! Please don't bother him!" I shouted to the inn, looking to my poor, decimated bean-shoot.
I felt something like intuition, and found its frayed ends, tying them together into a loose knot.
Then I began to work that thigh magic, guiding the flow of energy through my legs, bending and up-righting, sweat trickling, running my hands down my stomach and back up to my tits, "Come on baby!"
The spirit in this patch of dirt, it was beneath me. Old, I wasn't sure how far it extended, but I could hear its voice, in growth, in rustle, "You've claimed my protector."
I replied with my hips, throwing them in circles, "How can I repay you?"
"If that is your wish," I felt it verdant pollen clinging to my skin that sung.
I bent low, tilted my legs back to open myself, Yes.
"Haah!" Something thick had pushed through the soil, dirt still clung to it. It snaked between my legs, wrapping them, strong enough to hold me aloft, clenching them tight, "Yes!"
Then it entered me, my thighs clenching, trying to pull together, riveted by the tension.
Dewwy shoots wormed their way along my spine, to the top of my neck, "Let me feel myself, its been so long," they said.
"Don't stop!" I tilted my head back, letting them inside.
My ego died, left me, I watched myself be devoured through a thousand lenses I could not understand. Writhing, shaking, my body shouted and heaved. Hips wide to the sky, supported by a bed of stalks that probed, it let me back in for only a moment, "HaaaAhAhAhhhh!"
Mmmmm, Goddess, Thank you!
Thank you...Thank you...Bloom in me!
When I returned to myself, I slid, sweat-drenched, across a bed of rolling vines. They deposited me at the edge of the spring. I could still feel her, beneath the skin of my neck, working her way down, as she split and nestled within my thighs. It wasn't pain, it was growth.
My toes basked in the water, and Chef's cleansed loincloth came floating to shore.