Playful roots
One tree had playful roots. And while the roots of other trees accumulated moisture for centuries, helping their trees to gradually grow and become large, strong and stocky, the roots of this tree seemed to have no worries, and frolicked playing with each other, and sometimes when they did not want to do anything at all, they lay and basked on stones heated by the sun. At the same time, oddly enough the tree did not wither, but on the contrary, looked very alive, and was, if not the tallest, then at least not lower than its counterparts that grew not far from the hill on which it rose.
Other trees were jealous, and rustling their leaves, whispering maliciously about a strange tree with playful roots that grew without any effort and care, but could not understand the reasons.
Once, a very young priestess named Lala alone decided to go into the forest for blueberries, but a terrible thing happened - when she moved far from the estate, a terrible black Yara jumped out of the bushes and chased her. She ran without making out the way into the depths of the forest, but managed to break away from the chase, but her strength quickly left her, and now the breath of a terrible beast overtaking her was heard very close by. Suddenly, a tree appeared in front of her gaze on a hill, in the middle of a small clearing surrounded by a forest. And even though it would seem that this was the worst place to hide, something beckoned her there, as if some force was calling her under its protection. Obeying this call, she rushed to the dense weaving of roots, and they immediately closed over her, hiding from the enemy. Black Yara was about to rush to the tree, but then, as if something frightened him, he angrily roared at the tree, backed away, and then turned and ran away, forgetting about his prey.
Lala lay for a long time not realizing that it happened, until all of a sudden the interlacing of the roots opened up above her. She stood up expecting to see the one who had covered her, and found that these were the roots of that very tree. They seemed to live on their own, freely moved like animals, which greatly surprised Lala, who had never heard of anything like that. Since then, she often returned to that place and played with her roots - they were like mischievous children, and were happy every return of their new friend. Gradually, Lala began not only to play with the roots, but also to understand their language - it was not the same language as that of people, but rather something similar to the rustle of the wind. At first she did not understand him, but gradually the whisper of the tree became more and more understandable. So the tree dedicated her to all its secrets, and she told him about hers.
But the years passed, and so the priests ordered Lala to go to the big city - Kaesiran, the heart of the clan. There, it soon became known about her ability to understand the language of trees, which she did not hide. This surprised many, because not so many people were known who understood this language, and even then not as well as she, although they had been learning this all their lives. However, as they did not ask her about how she learned this, Lala did not tell anything about the tree, which was her secret, she was afraid that people would decide to take it into their hands, cause harm ...
Even the high priestess Varia failed to find out this secret from her, and it seemed that everything would remain a secret. But there was one paladin named Mimizet, who was jealous of Lala's gift, and more than once unsuccessfully tried to find out the secret from her. Her envy increased many times over when Lala was promoted to the rank of close priestess, which only a select few sought. Now Lala could decide for herself what to do next and first of all decided to return to her native village, and of course to her tree - after all, for ten years she had not been to those parts, living in Kaesirane, full of prohibitions and restrictions. Of course, Mimizet decided to take advantage of this and follow her - you see, her secret will be revealed!
And so - at night, in the midst of the forest, Lala finally came back to her tree - as before, it stood in the same place, waiting for her. The girl clung to it with her whole body, and it answered her - the roots began to stir, stretched to her body. She stroked the roots with her hands, as she had fought with them before. And the roots, as if sensing something, began to caress her ... Having entangled the waist and legs, several roots lay between the rounded buttocks and began to gently tickle them, while the other root caressed Lala's navel. The girl's lips parted and a gentle groan came from her mouth. She threw her head back, throwing her hands behind her, and the roots reached out to her young and strong chest, soon entwining her with a stirring weave. Lala moaned tenderly from the pleasure that surged over her, and the roots continued to caress her, playing on her sensual body as if on a musical instrument.
All this was seen by Mimizet. At that moment, she was standing on a branch of a tree standing nearby, hiding in the foliage. What she saw startled her, and in the end she could not resist and called out to Lala. She was scared to find that she was taken by surprise, and even at such a moment, and all the more ashamed and unpleasant she felt when she realized that it was Mimizet who was watching her, who appeared from behind the foliage. Mimizet said that what happened was disgusting, and for this Lalu would certainly die. But at the same time, she offered her a deal - Lala should teach her the language of trees in exchange for silence! But Lala was so frightened that she did not really understand anything yet, and only shouted that she would not give offense to a tree and would not reveal a secret. "Ha!" - grinned Mimizet - "then I will put you to sleep and chop this filthy tree with a sword!" Then Mimizet waved her hand, and a dozen poisoned darts rushed to Lala. Some fell into it, plunging it into oblivion, and Mimizet had already swung her whip, hoping to hook Lala with it and throw away from the tree ... But at the last moment, the roots themselves threw Lala aside, and the whip stuck into the stirring pile of roots. Mimizet jerked the whip back, but the roots held him tightly, and when she tried again, they pulled him hard on herself, and Mimizet fell down, to the very roots, because her hand was still tightly gripping the whip, while the sword flew off from the blow from her belt. She tried to lift him, but the roots threw him into the bushes. Mimizet darted after him, but it was not there - the roots were already tightly squeezing her legs and pulled back to the tree. "Oh, you damn piece of wood! I'll show you who is in charge here!" - shouted Mimizet, but she did not manage to show her anything - a few more roots grabbed her hands, pulling them tightly. Now she could only desperately struggle with the roots, at first she seemed to succeed, but she quickly got tired, and the roots did not know fatigue. They either squeezed her tightly in a vice, then yielded to her, and when she was just about able to free herself, they again made a strong grip. At the same time, they played with her - they tormented and tickled when she could not move, which caused her incredible suffering, and no one was in a hurry to run to her cries for help. With shame, Mimizet realized that she was as close as ever to begging for mercy, so that only these torments would end. Soon she shouted to the tree that she would give him all the treasures, all the power that she has, but the tree, alas, did not understand the language of man. It continued its insidious game, and after waiting for Mimizet's strength to run out, it began to tickle her most sensitive parts, driving her into a roots reached out to her protruding buttocks and began to crawl between them, while others began tickling her navel ... her bodies and crawled in the most sensitive places. They reached out to the edges of her clothes, and opened them, completely exposing Mimizet's huge breasts, immediately began to torment and caress them ... ... Mimizet went crazy, and the tree caressed her all inflamed and inflamed body, made its way into its most intimate corners. Already a moan of pleasure escaped from Mimizet's wide open mouth - she screamed, unable to contain her passionate lust, and blessed the tree that gave her these sweet torments.
When Lala woke up, it was early morning, the sun was just rising over the horizon, Mimizet was nowhere to be seen, and most importantly, the tree was safe and sound. With joy, the girl rushed to him and hugged him. "Now everything is over" - she whispered - "no one will harm us" ... And she decided to ask the tree - what happened while she was sleeping, being under the influence of poison? What did Mimizet do and where is she?
The tree was silent. Didn't answer her words. It didn't seem to want to talk to her now ... But why? This Lala could not understand. In sorrow and meditation, she wandered to the old hut where her grandfather had once lived. There she lived for several more days, for some reason not daring to visit her forest friend. Something disturbed her, but what she did not know.
One night, when Lala could not sleep, tormented by sadness, she heard the clatter of hooves. Looking out of the house, she saw the rider. He was covered in blood, pierced through with a spear, barely held on to his horse, and soon collapsed to the ground unconscious. Fortunately, the wound was not fatal, and Lala, being a close priestess, knew how to completely heal her. And then the rider came to his senses ... At first he thought that he was wounded to death, and local healers revived him, which meant that now he is a chateau, a living doll, suitable only for working in the field. But Lala dispelled his fears, told everything that happened. The rider also told about himself. It turned out his name is Manta, and he is a knight of the same clan to which she belongs. He was madly in love with Mimizet, but her heart was cold, and her soul was occupied only with dreams of power. He rushed here, to these parts, learning that she went here and disappeared, but on the way he was attacked by a gang of ataman Abdula ... He chopped down almost everyone, but someone managed to throw a spear at him. Fortunately, the faithful horse rushed him here, not allowing him to die at the hands of the enemy. But he still did not know anything about the fate of Mimizet - after all, Lala did not tell him anything about it. Of course, he asked, and Lala decided to tell him about her secret, although until recently she had not trusted him to anyone. Manta touched something in her, some previously unknown feelings woke up in her for him. However, his thoughts were entirely occupied by Mimizet, and upon learning about what happened at the tree, he immediately rushed there, although he was still weak, and Lala decided to go after him.
They walked for a long time through a dark forest until they came to that tree. Lala did not dare to approach him, and Manta kept aloof, feeling something unkind. Then someone's footsteps were heard, and Manta and Lala hid in the bushes, hoping to make out - who else decided to pay a visit to the tree?
They were very surprised to see that it was Mimizet. Silently she came out of the bushes, and going up to the tree, lay down at its roots. Immediately, the roots began to stir, began to braid her, and Mimizet began to resist, to fight them. And when there was no more strength left, she began to beg for mercy. Lala and Manta were amazed at this sight, and did not understand at all what was happening. Meanwhile, the roots caressed the body of Mimizet, and she relaxed, surrendered to them and moaned with pleasure ...
And Manta could not resist - jumped out of the bushes, and shouting the name of Mimizet, called her to come to her senses. She was as if in a dope, and was poorly aware of what was happening. The tree understood everything. Immediately, many roots bristled, reared up ready to fight back, and Manta bared his blade and rushed to the tree - no roots are terrible if the faithful sword is in her hands!
Lala jumped out of the bushes and shouted not to destroy the tree , but Manta did not hear anything - he came together in a mortal battle with the enemy. The sword cut the roots one by one. And if they managed to grab an arm or a leg, then he immediately cut them off. The tree attacked more and more desperately, but Manta rushed into battle more and more desperately. The roots began to recede, moving to defense, and then Manta rushed to the tree and thrust his sword into its trunk. There was a dull roar, and with it Lala's heart filled with pain. "Don't destroy the tree, please don't destroy it!" she Manta did not let up - "Can't you see - it's a bloodthirsty monster!" he shouted. Lala continued to pray, but it was too late - several deadly blows cut the tree in several places, and the powerful sinewy trunk tilted, soon completely collapsing to the ground. The roots no longer rushed into battle, but simply twisted convulsively on the stones. The tree was finished.
Lala woke up when the daytime sun was softly shining. Manta and Mimizet were sitting next to them. She seemed to be fine. No longer cherishing hopes, Lala asked what happened to her tree, but ... Manta just nodded at the charred stump on the rocky hill. Strange, but Lala was no longer in pain. Only peace of mind and happiness from the fact that Manta is near. At that moment, it didn't even seem important to her that his heart was given to another.
Later, when all three of them came out of the forest, and just wandered through the flower meadow, she decided to tell the story of the tree. Once, in distant childhood, it told her about the beautiful maiden Asayat, whom the great god Rakhan himself fell in love with. Unbeknownst to his wife, the goddess Lazen, he kidnapped Asayat and took possession of her. And soon she gave birth to four babies from him - demigods. As soon as this happened, such vitality was released that four new stars lit up in the sky - the Constellation of the Southern Cross. Of course, the goddess Lazen immediately found out about this, and in anger sent three huge deer to the earth to trample Asayat and her children. Asayat ran for a long time with four babies in her arms, trying to hide from the deer, but they overtook her, and it seemed they were about to be trampled. In desperation, she prayed that nature would save her ...And nature had mercy - she turned her into a rocky hill, and put her children to sleep, and plunged into the bowels of this hill. The reindeer never found her, but her children also fell asleep in endless sleep inside the hill, remaining babies until their father finds them and releases them. But my father could not find them, and soon stopped looking altogether, and they slept for centuries - four baby demigods inside the hill.
Once an old seed was brought to that hill, and it sprouted. It was a tree that grew by leaps and bounds, because four babies groped for its roots in the depths of the hill and began to suck the juices out of them, and the mother hill could not do anything about it, because she lost her mind. So the tree took life force from them, until they turned into small skeletons at all, and the tree grew big and strong, gaining juice for the rest of its life. So he did not have to bother himself with a long suction of moisture from the ground like other trees, and it just stood there, moving its roots. From time to time, other trees tried to sprout on that hill, but it uprooted them and threw them out, and a couple of times, it happened to him and tore to pieces the lumberjacks who were trying to cut it down. The word evil was a tree. But he was still drawn to the man. But why - to understand him, or to feed on spiritual juices as before, or maybe just for fun - nobody knows anymore ...