"Damn it." Elise cursed as she realized she had cut her leg on something. She scowled at the fresh blood that smeared across her fingers as she investigated the wound. It was a minor scratch, she knew she would be fine, but it was still as good enough excuse for a quick rest as anything she could come up with. She dropped herself down at the trunk of a nearby oak. As soon as she was somewhat comfortable she began to massage her cut, it was no threat to her, but It certainly stung.
She lazily took a look at her current surroundings - the plant life here was the thickest she'd seen so far. She couldn't take a single step without all manner of bushes and small trees brushing against her. Apparently the last one had been rather sharp. Zyra had stopped creating a path for her almost an hour ago, leaving elise to wonder if she had managed to venture outside of the woman's territory. If that was so then she figured this place could be just as wild and dangerous as the Shadow Isles.
She curled a crude smile at the thought of her home. She knew soon she would be back there. Sure, she had no real idea of where she was or how long it would take her to get out of here, but eventually – within a month she would be back in the dank and dark cave she called home. She nostalgically thought of the undead vermin back there she would soon feast on before remembering she hated their taste. But that was alright, while they may have been lacking in fine dining, the Isles were still the home of the great Vilemaw.
Elise's smile became wider, her free hand stroked gently across the top of a patch of grass. Her glorious god, soon she would be returning to him. Even if she had failed in her mission and had been unable to acquire any replacement sacrifices for a month now – the spider god would still welcome her back, happily wouldn't he? Elise gave up petting the grass and reach down further to drive her fingers into the dirt. Such a stupid thought that was – Lord Vilemaw had no tolerance for failure, to return straight to him now would mean punishments that would make Zyra's treatment of her seem hospitable.
Elise let out a heavy sigh. The legs on her back began to slowly claw away at the trunk behind her. She would need a plan to get back into the spider god's good graces again. It wouldn't be too difficult, would it? After all she was his greatest acolyte, he cared for her more than the other cultists.
Except he didn't.
Elise squeezed hard, crushing the dirt in her palm into a fine sand that spilled out smoothly.
"My lord…" Elise said dismally.
She hadn't thought too much of her god the past month, only now did she realize how strange that was. Normally her cult duties were always on the forefront of her mind, but she had been so preoccupied with enduring Zyra's torments and trying to escape that she had effectively lived a whole month as if she wasn't a cultist at all. And yet, in all that time he hadn't come for her nor he hadn't sent any of his other acolytes. Did he even know? It wasn't like him to keep tabs on her, but surely after a month he'd have noticed her absence?
An uneasy weight sunk over Elise, and she wasn't sure what it was she felt in response to it. Was it Anger? Wrath at her god for abandoning her? No, that was heresy, and heresy was unforgivable.
This had to be a test. Yes, a test of her devotion to his dark will. He must have known what was happening and had allowed it as a chance to see if she could get out of here by her own power.
Elise smiled proudly for a few seconds before switching to a somber grimace.
She hadn't passed this test. She hadn't escaped - Zyra released her. A sex-addicted plant's mercy and curiosity were the only reasons she was alive right now, the only reasons she was free. She shuddered horribly. She wasn't free, how could she think that even for a second? She was Vilemaw's tool, an instrument of his will, his slave.
Elise's face furled into a soft rage. She didn't like where her mind was taking her. Lord Vilemaw would fix this, he could clear her mind of these despicable doubts. But not if she returned the failure she was now, she would need to redeem herself. How though? A simple sacrifice like usual wouldn't be nearly enough to make up for a month's lost work.
Elise hastily picked herself up, dusting away the bits of rocks that stuck to her.
"Noxus…" she nearly choked on that vile word.
She could return to Noxus for now, the corrupt city state had no shortage of ambitious and powerful fools – quality sacrifices. Besides she could lay low there and make plans at one of the Black Rose's hideouts – they still owed her for that Bandle City job a few months ago. She would still probably need to sweet talk LeBlanc. The witch had never liked her, always saying she hated working with an "abomination".
Elise began to walk forward again, her first few steps being particularly difficult to balance.
Abomination? LeBlanc regularly worked with crazed mass - murdering alchemists and undead hulking monstrosities, but for some reason Elise was the monster? Just because she was no longer 'of pure blood?' It was true that her transformation had rendered her non-human biologically, but how could they be so shallow to not see she was still the same woman they'd worked with before?
It wasn't exclusively the black rose though, since her transformation she'd seen it in nearly every human she met. She could admit she hadn't won any personality contests as a full human, and she had still the cold blooded, manipulative, power-hungry, killer she was now, it was just that that part of her was hidden behind the shell of a smooth-skinned black-haired beauty. Now it was all different, instead of respect or loyalty all she ever received from people was fear and revulsion. Even when she did receive civility and appreciation it was rarely long lived. Her associates and contacts were always so eager to be done with her and would hastily pour out all the necessary formalities and try to shoo her away just like they would when dealing with Yordles.
Elise's steps became shorter, decreasing her pace to less than a stroll. She began to think maybe she didn't want to go to Noxus after all. She'd just been through the second worst period of her life and to go directly into those bastards' chilly care was the last thing she needed. Still, she also couldn't return to the Isles yet.
But Runeterra was a big place, there had to be someplace she could lay low, some place she could relax and have time to herself, someplace she wouldn't be cast out from, someplace where there was someone like her.
Someone like her. Someone who cared for her.
Elise stopped walking, and soon stopped moving altogether aside from breathing weakly. She eventually forced her head to turn back, there were still vague outlines of her footprints in the muck - enough to make a followable trail out of. One of the legs on her back started to flail angrily. The thoughts going through her head were undeniably heretical and a small part of Elise felt that she deserved punishment for that. But none was going to come she now realized. If Lord Vilemaw wanted her penance he would have already acted by now. Had she been forgotten? Replaced? She didn't care about the fine details. She was alone now.
She started hard at the trail behind her. She let out a heavy sigh with slumping shoulders. She had once been forced to kill a fully-grown mountain drake while suffering from four broken bones – so why did this feel like the craziest thing she'd ever done?
She swallowed hard - one last token show of resistance – before slowly marching back down the path of her own footprints.
Zyra was sitting at the edge of a small stream, her head held up entirely by her tucked-in knees. She lazily kicked a leg slowly back and forth in the water, watching the resulting waves with a cold gaze.
There was a sound behind her, like leaves being crumpled. She mentally cursed at herself for not noticing something approaching her until it was close enough to be heard by her human body, but she didn't feel angry over it, she felt absolutely nothing as she turned around to face the predator.
Standing before her was a tall and slender woman whose pale skin was contrasted neatly with smooth black sections of what seemed like scales.
"E-elise…" Zyra said, unsure of how she wanted to use her voice.
"About time, finding you took nearly twice as long as I thought it would. You can be pretty elusive when you want to be can't you?" Elise flashed a strained smile.
"Spider. I don't understand. What more business do you have with me?"
"Can't a girl pay a friendly visit to her bud from time to time?" Elise forced a weak chuckle.
Zyra only stared bewildered, not making so much as a twitch.
"It… it was a joke… you know? Bud? Like – like a flower… I spent the walk back here coming up with it…" Elise fought to keep up her grin.
"What do you want spider?" Zyra asked, her body flinched, like her own words were hurting her.
Elise inhaled sharply before her expression turned grimly serious. "I came back." She explained. "I… I want to – to stay."
"Stay?" Zyra tilted her head further than a human would have been able to. "Stay here?"
"Yes. I – look…You… you want to be human, don't you?" Elise moved forward and placed a hand on Zyra's free shoulder.
"A human? No… I… not exactly…" Zyra sounded unsure of her own words.
"Trust me, no you don't. Humans are weak and frail and selfish and all kinds of evil."
"But you were –"
"I was a fully human yes." Elise interrupted. "And well… I was probably one of the worst of them. But now I'm more, I'm so much more than that."
"I… do not think I understand." Zyra said, trying to pry Elise's hand off of her.
"You said I fascinated you right? Well to be honest, you're pretty interesting too you know?"
"I am?" Zyra grinned.
"Yeah, there aren't that many like us in the world. Sure, there are plenty of animals and monsters that look human, but us? We're the perfect balance. I think we should stick together don't you?"
"Spider, I am flattered, but I do not understand. Do you not hate me?"
Elise's eyes lost focus, she appeared to be staring at something far in the distance.
"Spider? Elise?" Zyra nudged Elise's hand.
"I don't… hate you, we're going to have a serious talk about my treatment and my accommodations. But… no, I don't hate you."
Zyra yelped in pain. Elise's grip had suddenly became hard, her nails pierced into the upper layers of Zyra's foliage skin.
"But if you ever make me regret doing this… I will kill you and every last trace of you – down to the very last blade of grass." Elise warned with a smile. Speaking in such a way to a creature like Zyra was risky – stupid even, but Elise knew she was safe. She just didn't know how she knew that.
"R-regret what exactly?" Zyra nervously asked.
"I'm moving in. I'll be living with you here for a while. Don't tell me that's not what you want."
"I… enjoy having you around yes, but why? I released you. You can return to serving… that 'Vilemaw' you mentioned. Why give that up?"
Elise shut her eyes hard. "Do me a favor and never mention that name again okay?" she said before weakly opening them again. "I am staying and that's that."
"Elise… I do not understand…" Zyra pouted, her wide hazel eyes darted across Elise's face, desperate for some answer.
"Has anyone ever told you you're a broken record sometimes?"
"What is that?"
Elise fought back the smile that crept onto her face. She wanted so badly to be annoyed. "Never mind, let's just say… I guess I have a new purpose in life for the time being." She allowed the smile to overtake her.
"And what would that be? Zyra couldn't help but return with a smile herself.
"Showing you the better parts of being human." Elise hummed, leaning in for a kiss.
Zyra responded automatically; eagerly returning the gesture. It was nothing like the "kisses" they had exchanged before, this time it was drawn out – lasting for nearly a minute and gentle enough that neither of them felt it any more than they would feel a feather.
Elise broke off first, pulling her head away slowly, flicking her tongue across Zyra's upper lip.
"Spider! That was amazing, I felt tingling all over!" Zyra blushed happily.
"I'm glad, not used to gentle treatment are you." Elise laughed with a mild smile. Zyra began to respond, but Elise placed a single finger on the roof of her mouth to silence her.
"You can moan and cry all you want little flower, but your forbidden from talking until I'm done. Understand?"
"Elise… I don't think…" Zyra stared nervously at the spider's eager eyes. "Um… o-okay, I understand." She relented, seemingly forgetting that she even had the option of fighting back.
"Excellent." Elise praised as she leaned in again. She placed a palm on Zyra's stomach, softly tickling her fingers across Zyra's smooth skin. Zyra obeyed her orders, her only sounds being a few heavy breaths that steadily became louder as Elise slid her hand downwards. Upon reaching Zyra's waist, Elise lifted her hand back and sent it back in a hard slap. Zyra let out a low whimper before shooting an anxious glare up at Elise. Elise just smirked as she continued to inch her hand down even further.
The leaves and vines that made up Zyra's approximation of panties shivered as Elise's fingers stroked over them, eventually moving to retract all the to the sides of her thighs.
"Ah, there we go, what a lovely sight." Elise pursed her lips at the view of Zyra's now exposed pussy. Only now did she realize she loved how perfectly pink it was.
Elise rotated her hand to make her fingers point downwards, her middle and index split apart to stroke parallel down the upper lips of the organ. Zyra's reaction was immediate – sucking in her chest while her arms and legs became as solid as pillars. She let out a few squeaks of trepidation that Elise was very tempted to laugh at.
Elise steadily drifted the two finger back together, meeting them right above the center of Zyra's slit. "Ready?" She asked the trembling flower before her.
Zyra inhaled sharply before quickly delivering a small nod.
Elise smirked as she slowly began to apply pressure to her hand, letting her fingers gently spread the folds of the sex and slide inwards. She needed to do this gradually. Zyra wasn't nearly as wet as normal, shock and confusion were still heavy in her mind, diluting any of the animal urges that came to her. Elise knew just how to fix that. She crouched a few inches, bringing her head to eye level with Zyra's chest. She glanced upwards at Zyra, her eyes – glazed with equal parts lust and timidity – showed that she understood.
Elise's grin turned coy as she leaned her head forward to hover in front of the plant's left breast. Elise lapped her tongue up across where Zyra's nipple would be. It was one of the few oversights she had made when constructing her human shell, her breasts were perfectly smooth orbs. Elise didn't doubt that most would find such a thing to be horrifying or ugly, but she had come to have an appreciation for things that others considered horrifying.
As she licked, Zyra's pants gave way to soft moans – indicating that even if these parts of her weren't exactly "complete" they were still just as sensitive as they should be - if not more so.
It was working at any rate, slowly Zyra's solid and unmoving legs began to fidget and squirm in tiny flowing motions while the insides of her pussy were starting to moisten. As hard as her walls tried to grip the fingers tightly, they could no longer stop them from slipping in and out as they pleased. Not that Zyra minded, her determined pout quickly melted away till her mouth just hung open, nearly drooling in between sharp heavy breaths.
Elise snaked her head upwards, moving from Zyra's breast to her neck. The skin there was covered with goosebumps that tickled Elise's tongue as she brushed it upwards to the plant's chin. Every few licks she would stop to nibble or suck on the skin, Zyra would always roll her head at the biting – she seemed to like that the best.
Elise carefully moved her fingers, she still pumped them in and out of Zyra's pussy, but had greatly reduced the depth she reached, in exchange her thumb now pressed down hard on the clit just above. Elise smiled impishly as she maneuvered the bead around, listening to Zyra's attempts at crying out being stopped by her speech ban proved to Elise that she had made the correct decision after all.
"Enjoying this little flower?" Elise asked playfully.
"Th-that's not – ah – don't call me that spider!" Zyra protested, flustered just as much by the nickname as she was by the building pleasure between her thighs.
"I told you not to talk." Elise scolded with a laugh.
"I-I'm sorry!" Zyra panicked. With wide and darting eyes; she suddenly seemed more horrified than aroused.
"You can apologize by servicing me." Elise replied dryly. Before Zyra could respond Elise already had placed her hands on her shoulders. Zyra didn't resist as the spider slowly pushed her down to the ground.
"What – what do you mean?" Zyra could only utter in bewilderment as she was forcibly laid down on her back.
"Don't pretend you don't know." Elise said, playfully exasperated. She lowered herself as well, twisting halfway down to position her crotch around Zyra's head while her own was just above the plant's soaked pussy. She continued to steadily moved down until she could feel hot heavy breaths beating on her thighs.
"I-I don't like this… next time I want to be in charge again…" Zyra protested pathetically in a shaking tone.
"Maybe, but there won't be a next time if you don't get to work." Elise slid a hand to pet at the top of Zyra's folds.
It came soon enough, the tiny wet pressure of Zyra's tongue beginning to press into her slit. Elise straddled her legs deliberately to lower herself just a little further until she felt the outline of Zyra's face pressing into her thighs. This was alright she reasoned, Zyra didn't actually need to breath… did she?
Elise only worried about this for a moment before the familiar cold buzzing feeling began to circulate through her lower body. Zyra wasn't so much licking as she was plunging her tongue in rapidly. She wasn't reaching too terribly far, but it still felt good enough to make Elise's legs quiver at with numbness.
"That's g-good." Elise made a point to sound confident, but she could feel her voice trying to slip away from her control. "Allow me to… to return the favor."
She leaned her head downward and began to firmly lick across Zyra's cunt, letting her clit get swept up and pushed around with each stroke. Zyra seemed to have noticed, her thrusts became less frequent as increasingly loud whimpers began to come from her side.
Suddenly Elise felt a warm pressure on her back; she didn't need to look to see what it was. Zyra had wrapped her arms around her in a sort of hug. The plant didn't waste time before she dragged her hands down to squeeze the sides of Elise's ass.
Elise autonomically bucked her hips. If she had accidentelly hurt Zyra with this she wasn't showing it, the plant continued to flail her tongue around inside Elise. Only now with her ass being toyed around with, the heat her lower body was feeling was quickly growing into a torrent. She uttered a curst to herself before returning to lap her tongue on Zyra's cunt. The sweet taste of the flower's juices was enough to take her mind off of her own arousal.
That lasted for about a minute. Zyra's hands had continued to creep towards each other before she eventually stopped massaging the soft flesh all together, limiting her touching to just single fingers. Elise could feel them run seemingly randomly across her backside at intermittent times, feeling a bit of dread each time they stopped. Finally, she felt them press down hard on her, right on the rim of her anus.
Zyra stroked at the circle in a hard tickle. Eventually the tension building in her legs became too great for Elise to ignore and she had to cease her own mouth work so she could take in several heavy sharp breaths.
"This is supposed to be my moment…" Elise stammered, frustrated.
Zyra didn't seem to hear, she just inserted her finger right into the entrance.
Elise yelped, sounding much like the small forest creatures she now shared a home with. Her lower body seized up and jerked against her will. She could feel her ass tightening around the digit on its own. It was no small amount of pain, but by far the worst sensation out of all of this was the sound of Zyra's amused laughter.
"You really can't read moods, can you?" Elise growled. "Fine then." She ducked back down, taking a hold of Zyra's clit with her teeth. It was hard and wet, difficult to toy with at first, but Elise would not let herself be deterred by that. She prodded at it with her tongue, nudged it with her teeth, let roll across the moist surface of her lips. All of the tiny movements she had come to learn that Zyra loved.
It seemed to be working. Zyra had attempted to begin fingering Elise's ass, but she was slow doing so, and her thrusts barely went further than she had initially entered. Her determination was failing, Elise took pride in being able to cause such pleasure in the flower even if it was pathetically easy.
Zyra moaned cutely, that only boosted Elise's mood. She decided now it would be a good idea to show the flower how it was really done. She placed her own pair of fingers onto the top layer of Zyra's cunt, directly in front her own mouth. She vigorously rubbed the organ, creating a lovely song of wet sounds. Elise furthered her gambit, tightening her bite around the clit.
Zyra's body quivered and wouldn't stop. she struggled under Elise's weight, moving slowly at first – eventually ing into frantically kicking her legs and running her free arm across the spider's torso as if she had forgotten how to give a hug. Elise giggled at the feeling of the Zyra's hand tickling against the spider legs on her back.
It was the only happy feeling the flower was giving her now, Zyra had lost the determination to even use her tongue.
Elise smiled wryly. Her dominance had been asserted, this was how it should have been right from the beginning. She took her finger into her mouth, savoring the sweet fluid, letting it was across her tongue before she slid the digit out, letting a rope of saliva trail off.
She carefully placed her finger back onto Zyra's lips, sliding it in slowly. Zyra's thighs clinched inwards. Elise was slightly disappointed when she didn't hear a moan from the plant.
She returned to toying with the clit, nudging it around with the tip of her tongue. She worked her finger too, beginning to thrust it in and out steadily, letting every last sensation linger.
"Do you want to cum?" Elise asked, nibbling on the clit while she waited for a response.
"Wha-what?" Zyra barely managed to croak out between pants and moans. "What does that – ah – mean?"
Elise shut her eyes hard and let out a harsh breath. There were still so many things to teach, making this work would take a while.
"It means to orgasm, remember what that is?" She asked, trying not to show her frustration.
"Yes! Yes I want that! Please please please!" Zyra begged while kicking her legs.
Elise smiled, any bit of annoyance in her died down. "Alright then." She laughed.
Kept her hand still as she positioned another finger and began to slide the pair in. Zyra's wall struggled in vain to wrap tightly around the digits, she was too wet and Elise was too strong. Elise knew this was going to be fun. She pecked a final kill on the clit before thrusting her fingers out and shoving them back in quickly.
Zyra seized up stopping all of her movements save for bucking her crotch up. Elise was not deterred, she just kept increasing her speed until her had was a blur. Zyra wailed in happiness. No longer having the strength to pleasure her "captive" back, all she could do was lay there under the spider and drown in her own pleasure.
Elise stifled a laugh. She couldn't believe she had once been wary of this woman. She made such cute sounds, not just with her lips, but her pussy as well. Wet sloshing sounds spurted out every time her fingers entered and exited.
"Spider! E-Elise!" Zyra sputtered.
"Oh you're still talking? And not pleasuring me?" Elise mocked.
"I-I am sorry but, but… I can…" Zyra's voice was heavy and erratic.
"What is it then?" Elise coiled a smile, she didn't need to be told.
"I – I can- aaah – f-feel it!"
"Feel what? Tell me what you feel." Elise teasingly ordered.
Zyra took in a sharp inhale. "I-in my chest… n-mmhm – no, lower… I feel – ahn - tight…and hot."
"Oh, is that so?" Elise began to rub her other hand on of Zyra's thigh, gently massaging the squirming muscles. She slowed the rest of her movements, intent on drawing out the plant's sensations just a tiny bit longer.
"S-spider!" Zyra screamed. A tiny bit longer was indeed tiny. Zyra's body spasmed from head to toe like a wave. Her pussy's walls clamped down on the fingers as tightly as they could.
That didn't stop Elise from thrusting just as rapidly. By now she could feel her arm starting to burn with pain and exhaustion, but they were easily ignored – overshadowed by the oh so delightful sounds of Zyra's screams of pleasure.
She grew louder and louder until her human body's voice began to reach its limits and more exotic wails began to pour out. Elise closed her eyes smiling, the pleasant song stirred up a storm of arousing and adorable thoughts in her.
Then it was quiet. Zyra could only produce pitiful gasps for air. The plant life around the pair made up for it, every tree for miles, every last blade of grass, and everything in between them suddenly shook into a frenzy in rhythm with Zyra's spasming. For a moment, it seemed the entire jungle was in danger of uprooting itself.
It stopped eventually, dying down slowly as Zyra recovered from her orgasm. Soon the only sounds for miles were birdsong in the distance and Zyra's strained panting.
"You are still too weak." Elise slid herself down to lay next to the exhausted plant.
"Wuh- weak?" Zyra placed incredible effort into speaking.
"Don't worry, you'll get better with time." Elise reached back to stroke a lock of Zyra's hair.
"I-I… I do not un-understand. You will… teach me?"
"Of course." Elsie pecked a quick kiss Zyra's cheek, licking away a layer of salty sweat that made her tongue tingle. "I'll teach you whatever you want to know."
"I've returned." Elise announced as she pushed aside the last bit of brush that kept her out of the clearing. It was a place - one of many that she and Zyra had set aside for "personal space." This one was the most recently created; a relatively flat small meadow of red and white flowers surrounded by thin clear stream. Elise liked to think of it as their foyer, she had to explain to Zyra what those were.
Zyra was near the far side, just on the edge of the stream. She had repurposed a fallen tree as a bench to lay on. She didn't notice respond to Elise's arrival, instead focusing her attention on petting a spiderling resting on her lap. The tiny arachnid let out it's best attempt at a purr as Zyra's fingers gently rubbed over its thorax. Elise felt a twinge of jealousy. Her spiderlings never let her do that to them, nor did Zyra ever do that to her.
"I said I'm back." Elise said louder.
The spiderling reacted first, jolting up with a shriek like a startled cat and scuttling away as fast as it could. At first Zyra moved to chase after it, but realized that was quite impossible within just a few seconds.
"You're responsible if he gets eaten." Zyra stated coldly as she turned to face Elise
"Calm down. I'll just make another one for you."
"Don't say that! They're not disposable!" Zyra reached down behind a larger section of the tree and pulled out a fidgeting spiderling. It struggled and squirmed in her arms, but calmed down once she pressed it to her chest in a tender hug.
"Don't listen to her sweetie, you are precious and irreplaceable." She comforted, eliciting a "purr" from it.
"I think I regret ever showing them to you. There's supposed to be hunters and you pamper them like pets." Elise sighed as she moved toward the plant woman.
"And what's wrong with that? You like being pampered, don't you?" Zyra countered. She waggled her finger in front of the spiderling, laughing when it clawed playfully at it. "See? He likes being pampered just like his mother."
"You do not pamper me, I do all the work. If anything, I pamper you. Elise counted coyly.
"Of course, spider, of course. How was your hunt?"
"Five humans." Elise leaned against the largest branch. It was nearly completely rotted. Rough and barely able to handle her weight. She would never understand Zyra's definition of comfort. "One of them was a summoner. She was actually hard."
"Are you hurt?" Zyra's tone shifted completely now that she was worried.
"A little bruised, mostly just tired though. I'll be fine."
"Summoner… those are the ones that can create animals to fight for them, right?" Zyra asked, her hug on the small spider became tighter.
"That's… It's a little more complicated than that."
"Oh?" Zyra tilted her head back to show her wide curious eyes.
"I'll explain some other time, tired now." Elise sighed.
"I bet they can't make anything as cute as you can." Zyra returned her attention to the spiderling.
"They wish they could." Elise smiled. Her minions had always been called many things: atrocious, terrifying, horrible – Zyra was the first to ever call them cute.
"If they're sending summoners though… they must be getting desperate." Zyra commented.
"Well, I've kill fifteen this month and you've killed…"
"I lost count." Zyra replied sounding bored.
"Right…" Sometimes Elise needed to be reminded just how scary the plant woman could be. After all, she herself had lost to her before. "Desperate is an appropriate word for it."
"They've realized, haven't they?" Zyra asked. "They've noticed I'm growing larger."
"Of course they have, a jungle approaching their village at one foot a day is bound to turn some heads eventually. They're not that oblivious."
"They are afraid of me." Zyra said somberly, she stopped petting the spider.
"They have every reason to be, they know what will happen when we reach them."
"We kill them all." Zyra hummed, donning a fresh smile.
"Yes. It's going to be so much fun I can hardly wait." Elise grinned, taking her hand to her mouth to lick off some drops of blood. If there was one thing she regretted about her new life, it was that she didn't get to feast on humans much anymore. But that was changing, with their settlements under attack their attempts at raiding parties and hired mercenaries had been growing in recent weeks. And within the month Zyra's jungle would reach the first village – then Elise would be able to truly feast and slaughter. Only now she wouldn't do it for some bug god that didn't care for her, she would be doing it for herself, for fun, she'd be doing it for her new love.
"Must we kill them?" Zyra interrupted, ending Elise's bloody fantasy. "Surely there are some that will welcome us."
"Maybe, but they will be few and far between… why? Don't tell me you've lost your taste for hunting now." Elise scolded, raising her voice enough that Zyra would know she was annoyed just thinking about peace.
"Not at all. I do not wish to risk killing any interesting or friendly ones. If I had managed to kill you when we first met we would not have become… what was that word you said? Lovers?"
Elise couldn't help but snicker. Of all of the monstrous abominations in the world, she had to end up with the only one that could make her blush.
"Don't worry. Trust me, you can't go wrong with the mass slaughter of humans, we may have to slow down at some point, but for this? This first little village? We don't need to hold back."
"You certainly enjoy killing."
"It's been my job since I was seven years old. I've grown fond of it."
"Jaawb?" Zyra tilted back to stare at Elise with her signature wide curious eyes. "What is that?"
Elise started to answer, but realized that any explanation she could give would have to be accompanied by lectures on economics and societal hierarchy. She was far too tired for that.
"Another time dear." Elise strolled over towards zyra and placed her hand gently on zyra's shoulder. The plant's only reaction was a quiet shudder.
"As far as… um… 'interesting people' go I think I know of one person who might be worth looking into."
"Oh?" Zyra took a hold of the spiderling and gently removed it. It whined and hissed with dissatisfaction before scuttling off into the wilderness. "And who is that?" She rolled her head to the side to nuzzle Elise's hand.
"A Noxian woman, from a noble house I think… I don't remember her name, but I've heard she's half human half snake."
"Snake?" Zyra's eyes lit up. "A human who is half snake? How would a creature like that work?"
"Like us, but with scales and no feet I've heard."
"Like us?" Zyra smiled, knowing Elise would understand what she meant.
"Can't say without meeting her." Elise nodded. "But I hope so. Besides, she'd have to be dumb not to fall for you."
"Do not say strange things…" Zyra turned away.
"Are you embarrassed my love?" Elise fought to stifle her laughter. She playfully poked at Zyra's blushing cheeks. "I'm just doing what you asked. You said you wanted to do the things human couples do, flirting is one of them."
"I know… I just feel… strange when you say those things." Zyra admitted.
"You're just precious." Elise coyly noted. "How did I ever lose to you?"
"I am strong spider, I was a deadly predator before you were even born." Zyra tried to sound serious, but her humiliation dampened any intimidation she would have presented.
Elise crouched down to whisper into Zyra's ear. "Does my 'deadly predator' want to play?"
"Do… you want to rest first?"
Elise happily smirked. Zyra's attempt at diverting the subject was painfully transparent – the way her body was jittering gave away her true feelings.
"Not at all, that battle has gotten me fired up." Elise slid a hand down Zyra's stomach. The twitching and tightening of the plant's skin tickled at her palm.
"Fire? There is a fire?" Zyra squeaked.
"What? No that's an expression, it means to… just be quiet and let me touch you okay?" Elise flustered.
"Do not talk to me that way, I can put you back into the flower you know?" Zyra snapped, torn halfway between anger and arousal.
Elise started at Zyra deadpan. She shoved a pair of fingers right into Zyra's twat. Zyra gasped sharply and followed with a reluctant moan.
"You can try to enforce your rule or you could lay here and let me touch you. You're choice." Elise stated plainly.
Zyra scowled silently before laying her head back. Elise could feel the muscles in Zyra's crotch relaxing, allowing free reign to toy with her.
"Go ahead… it would be too much effort to fight you." Zyra spat defiantly. Both women had realized by now that Elise held the power in their "relationship", but Zyra was still struggling with acknowledging it.
"Don't get too comfortable now, I want you to do some things to me when I'm done okay?" Elise warned as she began to move her fingers inside of Zyra's cunt.
If there was one thing she had retained from her old life it was her keen eye for detail and retention. She knew every movement the plant's walls would make. She knew exactly where she liked to be touched and how hard. She knew how to make her moan and how to make her thrust her hips. She even knew how to kill her if she ever needed to know.
There was only one thing about the plant woman that Elise was clueless about. She still didn't know how she felt towards her. Companionship? Envy? Love? Pity? She could never pin down any single emotion. But that was alright, her confusion was mitigated by one more thing she knew about Zyra.
Elise was never going to leave her.
A/N
I love sappy endings. Everything should end with them.
I love book ends. Everything should end with them.
It's done! I wasn't really sure what I felt when I started this, but now I'm so happy I got to work on this! Especially that it was a request, Just Some Average Reader I hope you liked it! These two ended up being a lot more complex than I thought they'd be, my only regret is that I didn't get to do them more justice, but giving them more time would have meant stretching this out, and I feel it just worked better as short as it is. I do feel the characterizations were still ultimately rushed, but I tried a few tricks to get the most out of this story that were really fun to use and I feel really helped my writing abilities grow, but I won't bore you with the details.
As always tell me what you think, and I am accepting requests! (especially League, RWBY, or Overwatch!) Love 3
