Prison Of Thorns
Bayal trembled, the servant was staring up at Qiyana in total fear, beads of sweat dripping down his brow. The rightful empress of Ixtal pointedly ignored the aggravating man, and read the report he shakily handed to her. The dark-skinned woman sat in a comfortable, plush chair, akin to a throne; she appeared deep in thought, keen amber eyes skimming the pages. The slender writing before her told a harrowing tale: a great bounty when it came to her cause of seizing the throne for herself, but a horrifying fright to her aggravatingly peaceful people. Something was beyond amiss. Nature itself was destroying the great land of the Ixtali, murdering slews of her people, corrupting the soil and poisoning the water. The seemingly unstoppable force was coming from the west, leaving countless plant-like creatures to infest the land in its wake, obedient to whatever power was at hand- murdering any mortal that dared pass through it's newly claimed territory, whether they from Piltover or Ixaocan.
At last, her parents were calling upon her strength - as none of her sisters could lead her people during an ordeal such as this. Only she, with her fearsome magic and martial talent could do the job. She would come back to a celebration, the streets spilling over with glee, her parents looking down at her with nothing but praise in their eyes as they finally offered Qiyana her rightful throne. The dark-skinned girl grinned.
"My lady?" Bayal questioned, eyes flicking away when she glared at him.
"What is it, Bayal?" She asked, voice teeming with annoyance.
"Well… that is… I, uh, I'm just wondering why you're smiling… that's all. Thousands of our people have been slaughtered… I imagined you'd be more-"
Qiyana hissed with rage, rising from her seat with her ohmlatl in hand. Bayal flinched and jerked away from her, raising his hands as if in surrender, face quickly growing pale. The man's submissive nature in moments like this never failed to amuse her. Her anger was soothed, and another smile curled her plump, luscious lips. "Of course I am saddened to hear of my people's fates. However, they are gone. I will mourn them by slaughtering whatever dared encroach on my ancestral land, my territory. More than anything I am righteously angry, and I will use that anger to feed my ambition, to free my people from this terrible entity."
Qiyana glanced at the report again, relaxing her ohmlatl against her side. "Father is bestowing upon me 400 soldiers. I doubt I will need them, I am an army on my own, and I fear they will slow me down."
"Does…does that mean you plan to go on your own?" Bayal asked.
Qiyana glowered at him. "You imbecil! Of course not. This, too, is an opportunity."
"An opportunity, my lady? How so?"
The future empress of Ixaocan growled in frustration. "You are perfectly suited for your position, aren't you? Not a thread of ambition in that pathetic body and mind of yours." She glared down at the quivering man. "This is a chance to show the people my true strength. I am to lead an army. Nothing could unite the citizens under me more than that. I'll be a hero." She turned and began to walk away, snapping her fingers so the man would follow. "We must take my reply to father."
Almost a week later, Qiyana was marching west with four hundred of her people's brightest warriors and mages at her back. About a dozen were master Ixtali practitioners, though none quite as strong as she. Despite the threat being immense, they could not risk leaving Ixaocan vulnerable, especially with Piltover growing more bold by the day, destroying their land and looming closer and closer to their precious city. As they traveled farther from home, the natural territory around them grew less and less familiar. Foreign plants extended this way and that, great looming, foreboding trees wrapped round-and-round with long, thick tendrils capped with razor-sharp thorns. The soil grew corrupt, the natural life there twisted and either killed or merged into one with new growths. The reports were not lying: the plants were not just unpleasant, they were deadly.
They laid in wait, at first, doing nothing. Then, as the last foot stepped into the trees… they sprang into action. Qiyana leapt quickly, ducking under a sweeping vine, swinging around with her ring-blade. She was a master at her craft, and yet as she extended her energy outward, she found none of the natural elements reaching back. In fact, they seemed to repel her. Her stomach grew sour, twisting, as the nature all around her seemed to whisper:
We deny you.
Whatever had "Activated'' the plants had also blocked all control they had over their land. That didn't mean she was helpless. Qiyana burst into frenzied action. She ducked this way and that, narrowly avoiding the snapping plants that tried to trap her limbs, the spitting wildflowers. Most of the lesser soldiers fell quickly, screaming in agony.
"We must go forward!" Qiyana called, voice amplified by her magic, staring back at her people. Already, about fifty men had fallen. That was alright, she would make do with those she had left. "Whatever is causing this, it is lashing out in defense! We will find the source, and kill it!"
Her attempt at inspiration worked. Her people roared. They began to combat the monstrous plants with much more vigor. However, for the first time in their life, the elements were silent. Those without much martial skill quickly fell. Even so, Qiyana and her people sprinted deeper and deeper into the blighted lands, encouraged by her battle cries and fierce fighting. About three hours later, they had their first reprieve: the group stumbled across a calm and quiet lake, with an untouched, glowing archtree at the side of the water. After slaughtering the few eager, hungry plants that dared come after them into this relatively small, serene patch of land - untouched by the foreign force of nature- the vicious plant-life stopped coming. They were left alone, panting and coated in sweat, blood, and ichor. Qiyana was horrified to find that only a few dozen of her small army remained. Even so, she forced herself not to despair, they were the most powerful mages that had been sent with her, and a few knights who did not have much talent with magic, but were masters of the blades they wielded.
Here. she regained control of her magic. She and the two healers who had survived did their best to mend the wounds of her people with their magic, and bedrolls and more were laid out. A fire was started, rations pulled out. Her men began to eat. She spectated all of this with a proud eye. She was surprised to find such a feeling blooming within her. She didn't know what she expected, but it wasn't this. The force of nature at work was truly primal, and filled with a ceaseless, angry hate. It wanted to kill, and spread itself, and nothing more. She didn't know what kept them at bay, perhaps the wondrous magic that emanated from the arch tree near the water, or the clean, almost holy water itself. Either way, she allowed herself to relax, and she was more than happy to let her soldiers do the same. They had all overcome a monstrous ordeal, left practically naked like babes, to rely only on their agility and weapons.
Qiyana's stomach growled. She wished Bayal was here to cook her something, he always knew what she craved, but she had made sure he wasn't present. For sure, he would have slowed her down. And she had no doubt…if Bayal were here, he would have died. She allowed one of her men to cook her a modest meal, and somehow managed to force it down despite the crude taste. Her body ached something fierce, and she was fatigued, head growing foggy with exhaustion. She'd never had to move like that in her life, to fight to survive with such fierceness. A lingering fear poked at the edges of her mind - what if this was some kind of trap? What if the plants were planning to creep upon them in the night, digging in their venomous thorns and slashing them apart with their bladed tendrils?
But fear was unbecoming of the rightful empress of this land. She forced her chin up, and set about giving all her soldiers tasks. A few sentries, while the rest slept. Another to pack their supplies up so they'd be ready to move by morning. Then, she felt her bladder tugging at her. Despite the protests of her people, she went to the other side of the lake, where some dense brush and gentle, sloping trees would hide her body. She found a spot near the rim of the lake, and the edge of the creeping forest, and relieved herself. It was around that time, using the gentle water to clean her unmentionables, that she felt it: Something was watching her.
Her golden eyes flicked around, her jaw clenching. She reached for her great weapon and froze when she realized she'd left it behind. Damn it, what was she thinking? She hadn't been. So exhausted, defense had slipped her mind. She was about to run back, when she didn't just feel it anymore, she saw the eyes that were set on her. Bathed in a thick layer of darkness, barely visible, a decidedly female form was watching her from the shadows of the forest. Golden eyes gleamed, practically glowing, a sharp white smile beneath them. Long hair, or something akin to it, flowed down the figure's shoulders. It had its head cocked, as if Qiyana were a curious thing to her.
Qiyana gasped as she reached out with her magic, and found a massive, unyielding force matching her own. No- It was far greater than even hers, and it threatened to wash over her like a tidal wave, even from this distance. She quickly withdrew back into herself, eyes wide as she stepped away. Then, her fists clenched.
This…thing was clearly exactly what she was looking for. It may have had some form similar to that of a human woman, but it was far from it. It was a monster, and it had murdered her people in vast quantity, had stolen her land and her control of it. She gnashed her teeth together. Whatever was at work in the wide, welcoming circle that surrounded this lake, the woman-thing clearly could not step into this place. Qiyana boldly walked forward, standing about a meter from the creature. As she sauntered closer, the future empress felt her heart tremble, her eyes growing wide as the faint moonlight glittering in the sky lit the thing up, granting Qiyana's eyes better vision.
The woman was beautiful. Qiyana had fiercely denied its humanness, but it was so beautiful, that Qiyana struggled to call it anything but a she. Large, immodest breasts were wrapped with leaves and tendrils, a strange bulge-like prominence resting against her stomach, also covered by leaves. The strange woman's eyes were an even brighter gold than Qiyana's own, unnatural in its fierceness, and her hair was pink in color, flowing straight down, more vegetation sprouting from her head, mimicking fan-like ears.
"Greetings, little one," the woman suddenly said, a feral grin parting her lips.
Qiyana nearly jumped at the sound of the proud, regal voice. It was sultry, sweet, yet had an undeniably venomous, dangerous edge. The plants around the woman bristled. Qiyana wet her lips, and forced a retort: "The little one that slaughtered your ilk and plans to do the same to you."
The woman said nothing for a moment, then laughed. "Mortals have such wondrous ideas. I admire you, almost as much as I despise you." She suddenly grew serious, glowing eyes narrowing, head cocking once more. She stared right into Qiyana's eyes, hatred mixed with something else, something darker, gleamed within them. "You cannot kill me. I am…all of this." She spread her arms outward, and the plants beside her bristled some more, their mouths snapping at nothing. "Strike me down, and I would simply bloom elsewhere. Then I would find you. What then?"
That vicious smile again.
Qiyana somehow knew she was hearing the truth, but refused to let herself feel helpless. "Why are you doing this? What have my people done?"
"Humanity is a poison. Ungrateful, pathetic beings. I wondered about your people, specifically."
"Tell me more."
The monstress nodded. "I wondered if your kind were different, so I did not attack at first. However, it was a waste of time. You do not destroy the land, you live in peace with it, but you are worse than the humans that destroy their surroundings and the land that nurtured and fed them."
Qiyana narrowed her eyes, and waited. She already knew what this thing thought of her people, it was clear… A sentiment she shared, but wouldn't dare say first. The plant-woman chuckled - She was terribly amused, clearly. "...You are cowards. I find I hate cowards the most."
"I am no coward. My people are, that I will not deny. My family is the ruling force in Ixaocan, master of four elements, and yet they fear the rulers of the lands far from us… My sisters are weak and my parents simply watch as those from Piltover destroy our land with their machines, murdering and crushing our people beneath them in their monstrous pursuit of minerals and ore."
The creature seemed to appreciate Qiyana's rage. She waited politely, and almost appeared entranced by Qiyana's words. Qiyana soon realized the woman was watching her lips move, then she stroked those haunting golden eyes down the human woman's curvy, dark-skinned frame, which was still clad in her ceremonial battle-dress, a risque display of skin.
"I am not the same as my people. I am here, facing you, alone… because I am bold. Because I have ambition. Power. I will destroy anything that dares try to take my land from me. The land I am the rightful empress of."
"...Fascinating, I almost believe you. You are a…interesting creature."
"As are you," Qiyana replied.
"You are so weak, and yet you look into my eyes and make me shiver inside…your bravery, however, is wasted. My kind is spread around the perimeter of this territory, stretching out for miles. You walked into death. You have come across one of the few patches of territory that resist my magic but once you try to leave… my children will devour you and your men limb by limb, and then you will be nothing, your ambition dead and buried, left to rot. It's a waste, truly, so I offer you, only you… an alternative path."
The way she said you was peculiar. "Only me?" Qiyana ran her fingers through her white hair, eyes narrowed.
The woman nodded. "I offer you a way to avoid death, but I cannot deny my children. They are starving, frenzied…their brethren were slaughtered by yours. If your people are truly such cowards… then you will give them to me to be devoured. You will surrender your body, become mine."
Qiyana glared. "I am the future empress of Ixaocan! I will never abandon my home."
"You will not have to. I will take you there, and I -we- will rule. With your help…perhaps some, maybe most, can share your fate. Nature, becoming one with man once more… some will be allowed to survive. They will have to undertake a change, however…as will you."
The hiss of the woman's sultry voice made goosebumps rise on Qiyana's skin. The strange creature was offering her something horrible, something forbidden. She wanted Qiyana to give up what little soldiers she had left, and even though the prospect was a terrible one, she found her interest sparked. However, a few of the woman's lines were alarming.
Qiyana looked down at the grassy rain forest floor, flooded with guilt. It was unusual, but guilt was plaguing her, beneath the rampant rush of ambition, of power lurking right at her fingertips, right in the forest before her… she had felt the woman's energy. It was like nothing she'd ever seen, stretching out for countless miles. Qiyana's pale hair was falling over her eyes. "...What kind of change do you speak of?"
"Simple. I will fill you with my seed. I find you a suitable mate. You will become one with me. I'll grant you more power than you've ever had…and by my side, you'll be more than you ever thought possible. A slave, but one with more power than any other mortal…"
Qiyana bristled "I am no one's slave."
"I hear it in your words, in the tremble of your voice, can smell the alluring scent drifting from between your thighs, the perspiration leaking from your skin… your natural pheromones are demanding I make you mine. It's all rather confusing.. Your body knows its place, yet you do not? Are all mortals such creatures of contradiction?"
"...Why should I believe you, anyways? How do I know you're not lying?"
"You don't know. Can't. Perhaps I'll change my mind and kill you after all. Either way you have no power."
"So you offer me the illusion of choice?" Qiyana scoffed.
The creature didn't seem to understand Qiyana's anger. "...I am inevitable. It would be a shame to destroy a thing of beauty such as you, hence the choice. I desire you, and it is enough to silence the rage, the hatred for your species that resides in me. My desire is to hold you, to taste you, to fill you, to breathe in that wondrous smell you emit, to feel your magic blend with mine, to feel you beneath me as my hands explore your mortal flesh. Would you deny us this?"
"...Us?" Qiyana shivered. It was freezing cold tonight- that was why her nipples were growing hard! That's what she told herself, but nothing except a growing arousal could explain the wetness pooling between her legs. It was hot, insufferable. Instinctively, she rubbed her thighs together, then froze when the creature grinned at the sight, licking her lips. Qiyana shook her head, to clear the hot blur forming.
"Of course I deny you! You plan to turn me into some kind of…sick, twisted seedbed." Qiyana shook her head again, more sure of herself this time, backing away slowly. The strange, plantoid woman almost seemed saddened by this. "You wish for me to sacrifice my own people…for power? Just to survive? I will grow more powerful on my own, I do not need you, nor do I want you…disgusting creature."
A long silence filled the night. Amber eyes burned into gold as minutes trickled by, and finally, the other woman spoke.
"Strange. This is…not as I expected. You deny me… and yet I am not angry." The monstress sounded surprised. "I find myself… excited. We shall play this game then, if you wish."
"Game?" Qiyana spat. "What game? I play at nothing."
"You play at having power. At being able to stop me from doing what I desire…every lovely inch of your delicate flesh." Those wonderfully bright, lust-starved eyes swept down her frame again. Instinctively, full of embarrassment, Qiyana hid her frame - namely her shapely breasts- with her arms and backed further away. The motion only seemed to excite the creature more. What was a firm denial on Qiyana's end was a taunting, teasing game to this monstress. Everytime she rejected it, the plant grew more and more excited, which was evident by the growing hunger in her eyes, the predatory body language, as if the creature wanted to leap past the natural, magical boundary and devour her whole then and there. What in the world was this thing spouting!? Other than pure nonsense!
"You will not have me," Qiyana snapped.
"You're already mine," the creature retorted, tone sharp, "your foolish, mortal brain is simply unaware of it. You are a lesser being by all degrees but I will make you so much more." Those deadly golden eyes narrowed, the plump lips twisted into a now-familiar taunting smirk. Qiyana seethed with rage. What would it take to get her words through to this stupid plant-beast-whatever!?
"I am Qiyana. The rightful empress of Ixaocan, and I belong to myself! You, this land, the entire world- all of it belongs to me. Get that through your head, you ignorant, aggravating-"
"I am known as Zyra," the woman-thing interrupted, with that knowing smile. If there was one thing Qiyana despised more than anything, it was being interrupted. Somehow, the creature knew that and went out of her way to do it! How insufferable!
"When you've given up this foolish notion of being other than mine, call my name, and I will come."
For a moment, Qiyana's rush of anger faltered. Zyra? Her brain worked quickly. She was rather intelligent, even if "Zyra" thought otherwise. The name Zyra was surely symbolic of the old gardens of Zyr, practically a myth to her people, a place of magic and power lost to time, human greed, and war. Was this thing from there? The immense beauty of the slender figure before her, as well as the pure, primal arcane aura radiating from not just her, but all of the plants that surrounded her, and the ones they had fought earlier, seemed to hint at that fact. That meant Qiyana was speaking to one of the lost beings of Zyr, or something akin to it. Did this Zyra even know what she was?
Qiyana opened her mouth to ask such a question, then gasped when Zyra began to, without warning, rapidly sink into the ground- the soil of the forest seemed to open up like a great, earthly maw, and it swallowed the woman up. The plants snapped at the barrier once more, before settling into a watchful, guarded posture. Qiyana glanced at them more closely, extensions of Zyra's will it seemed, yet unique as well, separate entities in a way. Was it a symbiotic relationship? Were they her children? One was basically just a mouth-feeler on top of a long stem, the other a thorny, barbed monstrosity. They had encountered countless others in the tropical woods earlier.
Heart racing, mind overloaded with hundreds of questions and deep-set doubts, Qiyana turned, and raced back to her people. Most of the soldiers were deep asleep. Other than the perimeter guards, two were awake, one nearly falling asleep. The bearded man, known as Aster, startled awake as she approached. They stood guard over her tent, which had been hastily set up in her absence. She threw herself into the tent, and stuffed herself in her warm, fluffy bedroll. It felt good, relaxing, the fur embracing her sore body but when she closed her eyes, Zyra waited for her there - taunting gold eyes, lovely lips, curvy body, all primal power…beckoning to her. She would not give in to such a creature, not even to survive.
Qiyana would never submit, never obey anyone. She was the empress of this land, and nothing would stand in her way.
Zyra was not lying. Resistance was futile. It was a complete and utter bloodbath…Aster, one of Qiyana's only surviving people at this point, threw his head backwards as Zyra's vines forced his mouth agape, then shot down into his throat, fast as a dagger. Such a violation was a horrendous sight, and Qiyana could only watch. Aster's expression quickly transformed from anger and fear, to pure terror. When he slashed forward with his sword, a huge, more tree-like limb, wrapped itself around his wrist, and jerked the blade out. It fell to the protruding tree roots behind him with a loud clatter. Qiyana's soldier reached a hand out for her, his bronze skin visibly coated with a layer of slimy sweat, blood mixing with his perspiration as the thorns of the vines snug around him shredded his skin.
Slung up and bound on her own tree, Qiyana was useless. When she tried to move her limbs, she was rewarded with the angry vines around her own body tightening, tearing their way deep into her dark skin. The invasive plant creature's foul green form could be seen within Aster's body, squirming like worms beneath his skin as they flooded and filled him. A horrid muffled gurgling noise came from his thin, athletic frame, filling her ears and surely her nightmares- if she even survived to dream again.
Her men were dying, but images of her lost kingdom, of her fate denied were the only things flashing through her mind. Hatred boiled inside her at her helplessness. She had thought herself the greatest mage, the greatest warrior, her land had to offer. Yet she was nothing before the power of Zyra, and her ceaseless army of plant-like monstrosities. As she watched, Aster's eyes rolled into the back of his head, the veins in the whites of his eyes so crimson and visible she was sure they would burst. Instead, a filthy green liquid started spurting from his eyes, ears, and nose- some form of slime. His chest suddenly grew larger and larger like a ball stuffed to its limit with air, as the nasty vines filled him with more putrid liquid by the second.
The screams of hundreds of men were an unavoidable, accursed chorus in the air. Her mighty platoon of soldiers and mages who would bring her victory were not felled by a human enemy or anything of the like, but by something more sinister. Pure nature itself had risen up around her and her soldiers, overwhelming them utterly, and their screams now cracked in the air like thunder, bodies growing and bursting with a cascade of eerie emerald moisture and blood, coating the trees they were tied to, their bodies dragged beneath soil and dirt and roots, a meal for the plants, their skin and bone sustenance.
She was beginning to doubt she'd survive this encounter, she closed her eyes shut tight, and prepared to suffer the same fate. It didn't come. Minutes seemed to melt by endlessly, the screams of her men eventually dying out one by one, until there was nothing left but the sound of desperate whimpers. Which she realized were coming from…her. Qiyana did not appear as her usual self. The ivory-haired, dark-skinned bombshell was pale with fright, her make-up ruined, her fine clothing in shreds, coated with dirt.
When one of the vines rose up, about to snap toward her, she finally allowed herself to give in. She screamed, in desperation, not sure it'd work. "Z-Zyra!" She called the mighty beings name, and hated herself for it. The great, heaving tendrils froze before her, long talon-like extensions a mere foot away from her frame. Terrified tears flooded down Qiyana'as cheeks. She hung there, eyes squeezed shut, and sobbed. Then froze, gasping, as something gentle gripped her large, pert breast, wrapping painfully around her nipple.
Something else began to stroke her face, a soft, gentle humming filled the air. Qiyana's eyes snapped open.
"I knew you would call," Zyra smiled.
Qiyana screamed with rage as she beheld the distinctly humanoid figure, luscious female curves wrapped in vines and other plant appendages like a bodysuit. It was the "woman" with the terrifying golden eyes that had expressed a filthy interest in her. Zyra grinned ferally at Qiyana's reaction. Her teeth were sharp, and she ran a teasing hand up Qiyana's frame, tightening the vine around her nipple and tugging.
"Such spirit. It's why I chose you."
"Chose me? Forgive me if I don't feel very special. What I've seen here, what you've done, I'll never forgive you! You killed them, all of them!" Flashes of this horrendous fight, her soldiers and people exploding like mana bombs, flickered behind her eyes. How horrible. She had not cried since she was a child, yet here she was.
No, she wouldn't let this base creature degrade her like this!
Qiyana shook away her tears, forcing her terror back, and tried to pull herself together. All around her, were the forest-born graves of her soldiers. She was alive, and she had value to this thing. It was Zyra that wanted her, not the other way around. She had the power.
"I demand you let me go this instant. To treat your empress in such a manner, it's-"
The words fell right out of her mouth as Zyra slapped her right across the face, shaking her head and tsking, still smiling. "An empress with no soldiers," the woman said calmly, her voice a two-toned hiss, "...is hardly an empress at all. When you called my name you forfeited everything. You exist for me now."
Qiyana gnashed her teeth as anger surged in her chest. Along with fear. And as the vine continued to twist and squeeze her sensitive nipple, the tips of the thorns releasing a strange, sweet-smelling liquid, a different emotion began to writhe and heat up in her belly. She forced her hips to stay still, her mind to be clear, even as waves of melty hot excitement began to poke at, burrow their way into her body. For some sick reason, her hips wanted to jump up and down, her crotch craved Zyra's attention, hot as can be. What was this disgusting thing doing to her? Doing to her mind?
Zyra touched her chest with those soft, slender fingers, and squeezed one soft, dusky breast. She lifted it, then dropped it, smiling as she watched it bounce. Then, as if fascinated, she teased the hardening nipple, flicking it with one finger. Despite the horror of the day, and the previous one, Qiyana couldn't stop a desperate squeak from falling from her dark, slender throat. It was a pathetic noise, and her face turned crimson. As if urged on by the noise, Zyra smiled and began to grope her breasts less gently now.
"No!" Qiyana screamed, thrashing madly. She didn't care that the sharp, vicious spines shallowly broke her skin. The pain it inflicted only made her writhe more. "No, no, I demand you stop! Don't touch me!"
"Your voice is a lovely sound," Zyra purred, as if she hadn't heard a word of what was said! The plant-like monstress leaned forward and wrapped her lips around Qiyana's nipple, suckling hard. The wet warmth sent a hot flash of pleasure through Qiyana , making her hips squirm and jump. That hot, warm mouth, that persistent tongue…her screams took on a slightly different tone, a quiver in them, and she finally forced her mouth shut. What good would screaming do? The sounds only seemed to excite Zyra more, the plant-woman was gazing up at her with unfettered glee in her eyes. She seemed to be enjoying herself, sucking on Qiyana's tit like a babe, rolling her tongue around the nipple. Ugh, that gentle tugging sensation, the slight pull- it was a sublime sensation.
Zyra's other long, slender fingers still flicked and pinched at Qiyana's left nipple, playing with the hardened nub. The pain of the thorns wrapped around Qiyana's body, combined with the pinching twisted and combined to make a sickening, alluring cocktail within her athletic, young frame. Her core was swelling, spilling juices out from her cunt, unbidden. Zyra's long, thick vines began to stroke and cling to her limbs, pulling her legs roughly apart. Not all of the touching was rough, specifically one huge, barbless vine thrust up between her breasts. Qiyana watched in horror as the vine, clearly directed by Zyra, seemed to imitate some form of cock, thrusting in and out of her large, succulent breasts. When it reached the top of her breasts, it forced its way into Qiyanas mouth.
Qiyana tried to jerk her head away, but Zyra grabbed the back of her hair, and wrenched her head back. In protest, Qiyana tried to speak, and was rewarded with the very same vine between her tits forcing its way into her mouth. Flashes of the earlier sights, her men blowing up in some grisly, monstrous manner- splatting green ichor everywhere- flooded her mind. She thrashed without abandon, trying with all her might to break free from her bondage. All it did was reward her with more delicious pain.
Qiyana groaned, and a strange-tasting liquid flooded into her mouth. It was bitter, almost like medicine, and her body reacted almost immediately as it went down her throat. Her eyes shot wide, and her entire body seemed to light on fire in an instant. No, no, no! Her nippes grew stiff beyond all comprehension, and an abysmal wetness began to drip from her insides, soaking her thighs. She went weak, unable to struggle as much as she just had been, her head getting dizzy.
"A potent aphrodisiac," Zyra smiled, "to reveal your innermost self."
Qiyana could only mumble around the vine in her mouth, her eyes growing half-lidded as she had no choice but to focus on the pleasure being forced into her body. Much to her horror, the vine - with its soft, mouth-like finisher, continued to spurt the liquid down her throat without a care. Zyra observed this, standing back to simply spectate for a moment.
A persistent, itching thought had begun to tingle and burrow its way into the back of her mind. It was a monstrously foreign sensation, forced into her by whatever was in that strange liquid-
Qiyana whined, thrusting her hips forward. My pussy…please touch my slutty pussy….
….No, I'm not a slut! I'm not. I don't want this!
Zyra smiled knowingly. "You are my slut, my pet." Zyra teased, her voice a soft, gentle hiss as she reached between Qiyana's legs.
Is she reading my thoughts? No, that's not possible. That means she knows that I-Mnnn…
The youngest daughter of the Ixaocan royal family screamed around the foreign invader in her throat and mouth, her mind consumed by a tidal wave of disorienting pleasure. Zyra had begun to swirl a delicate, almost clawed fingertip around her clitoris. Her swollen, fat clit twitched in response, and Zyra began to rub it with a rough, all-knowing thumb. She tried to pull her hips away, and was shocked when her body disobeyed her completely, and her crotch was thrust forward instead. Zyra smirked.
"Slut," She whispered. A lightning bolt shot down her spine as Zyra pinched her clitoris. The sharp, piercing pain was too much- especially combined with the humiliating sight and feeling of the vine still fucking her tits and mouth. Against her will, Qiyana began to orgasm. It was a slow build at first, she almost didn't believe it was coming. Then, it washed over her. Her eyes rolled, unfocused, as her orgasm racked its way through her frame. She began to squirt, as she always did, wet spurts erupting from her cunt.
The truth was, Qiyana had always been the kind of girl to enjoy pinching and smacking her clitoris during intense masturbation. Usually, she pictured some big, strapping man abusing her cunt and pounding her from behind, a kingly sort that would rule beside her. It was the most humiliating moment of her life. Gods, it was such a miserably wonderful sensation. The ministrations of this filthy, terrible monster were going to ruin her. She had always pictured her first time as something majestic, something romantic and intense, between her and someone special- even if her unreasonably high expectations would cause her to be lonely for most of her life.
But her virginity had been stolen…Utterly humiliated, Qiyana trembled with rage and sorrow, angry tears flooding from her eyes as her orgasm finally died down. Zyra's hand was soaked with her cunt juice, and the plant-woman began to lick it off, a dark gleam in her gaze. As Qiyana writhed and sobbed, Zyra cocked her head.
"Why do you cry?"
Zyra's extension withdrew from Qiyana's mouth. "You-you filthy pervert!" Qiyana began to shriek, her face red with rage and embarrassment, soaked with tears, her make-up dripping down her cheeks. "I will never forgive-"
A different, smoother huge vine snaked into her mouth, a second one burrowing between her thighs. She gasped as something cold and foreign, without warning, penetrated her pussy, spreading her inner walls, about the width of a sword pommel. More humiliating than anything, was the wet squelch that filled the air like a siren's song, announcing to the entire world the ugly truth of the matter. Her pussy had betrayed her, along with the rest of her body. It had been that of a slut's, soaking wet and desperate for anything to fill it. Fluttery waves of pleasure tingled in her belly.
"Fuck you, y-you disgusting thing!" Despite herself, a rush of pleasure surged into her, and her hips bucked. She thrust toward the invasion, moaning, and then screaming in self-loathing as the thick tendril pushed deep inside her. It felt so good, so monstrously good, being spread like this!
Zyra cocked her head. "You scream and try to deny me but you are soaked with the honey that comes when a woman desires fertilization. I find this sight and smell appealing. I've been seeking something for so long, something I could not imagine…I believe it was this…this."
Zyra reached out, and ran a disturbingly gentle hand on Qiyana's stomach, right above where her womb rested deep within her. Qiyana's hips jumped, and she gasped, trying to bite back the pleasure of the vine thrusting deep up into her pussy, making her back curl. The jerking motion of her body made her skin peel as the thorns dug deeper, her blood mixing with the strange, alluring liquid. Her mind was spinning, the woman's words melting her into a dizzy mess.
"My natural-born slut. My Qiyana," Zyra hissed, dangerous eyes flashing. Her hot breath was hitting Qiyana's face. Like the rest of her plants, Zyra herself smelled sweet up close like this.
"N-No." Qiyana snarled back, shaking her head. "I'm not yours, I am a free woman! Nothing you could do could change that!"
Zyra didn't get angry, she seemed unfazed. That was more frustrating than anything else. "I demand it," Zyra said simply, "You will accept me, obey me…completely. You want to. Your virgin womanhood is calling out to me. It has since I first laid my eyes upon you. Realize that none of the women warriors you brought with me had a similar effect on me. You were born to be mine."
"I prefer you alive and well when I plant my seeds within your womb, but…if you continue to deny me, I will fill you with so much of that special liquid your cunt loves so much that you will lose all sense of self, forever. Would you prefer that?" What was worse? Being coherent and raped, or giving in and losing her mind completely? The stubborn, prideful part of Qiyana refused to accept the latter.
"Good. I will reward you with more of the humiliation you seem to adore so much."
No! A strange, thick appendage, about as wide as a grown man's wrist floated in the air before her. Unlike the other ones, this one was a bright, lovely pink. Various fat round spheres ran down the full, seven foot length of the vine. The head of it was some strange feeler, tubular shapes sticking from the tip, opening and closing, a foul mouth of some kind. "What…what is that!?"
"This is a vine that will inject my seed deep within your sweet, supple body," Zyra whispered, "beginning the true transformation of your mortal frame."
It lowered, dipping between her legs, and then ignored her wet cunt completely. The massive, pink vine pressed its way between her asscheeks. Qiyana's eyes widened as the huge plant member began to spread the tight rim of her arsehole. "N-No, not there-"
"Yes there," Zyra whispered, cupping Qiyana's face with a gentle, taunting hand. "Both holes suffice as seedbeds. You will cease your lesser, more base human functions as your body transforms into the perfect mate… how many children shall you contain within your lovely body? The mere thought of it makes me tremble."
Mmm, my assssss! Stopppp, not there, anywhere but there!
"You don't truly want me to. You masturbate with this hole frequently, do you not?" Zyra whispered, stroking her swollen clitoris again. How could she possibly know that? Did she truly see into Qiyana's mind now? Because she was right, and the pleasure bouncing through Qiyana made that evident. Qiyana loved stuffing big, stiff toys into her asshole as she spanked her clit. Nothing this big, nothing close to this big! The huge, bulbous shape forced its way deep up the passage of her anus, resting in a place she didn't know it was possible to reach...
"You have never mated before, so…I will penetrate you gently."
Two vines, smaller than the one currently pounding the tight confines of her ass, spread her pussy lips wide- revealing the glistening wet folds between them. Her cunt quivered as the warm air touched it, her hole throbbing. She hated herself. Her clitoris was tingling. That persistent, ugly thought in the back of her mind had grown stronger than ever before as Zyra stared in open wonder at her pussy. Qiyana groaned as the vine in her ass began to pound harder. Mmm, her ass was getting fucked in a way that she could never manage by herself. In and out, the huge, fat member thrust deep inside her. It felt better than anything she'd ever felt before.
Zyra was clearly pleased with herself. "I will now begin the insertion of my seeds…" The thought of the seeds entering no longer disgusted Qiyana. The opposite, in fact. Her cunt only dripped more. Foreign pink tongues unraveled from the mouths of the two new, strange vines holding her pussy open, and they began to lick her all over. They licked a slow circle around her entrance, avoiding all her sweet spots, tantalizing close to her throbbing clit. The tongues were cold to the touch, but coated her skin with the same liquid that had been spurted down her throat. It filled her body with a sensitive, tingling sensation that threatened to drive her out of her mind. She tried to stay strong but eventually, she began to gasp, and moan, panting openly, her tongue lolling from her mouth as the need to fuck filled her.
"F…." Her words were incoherent even to herself.
"What was that?" Zyra smirked.
"Fuck…fuck my pussy," Qiyana begged.
"Not yet," Zyra shook her head. A second huge, pink vine erupted from a nearby plant. It came close, the bulbous mouth of it pressing against her wet entrance. Her stomach clenched with anticipation, inner walls quivering, as the plant member began to force its way into her dripping wet cunt. Slow and steady, Zyra pushed the vine with its huge, round spheres, inside her. Her cunt muscles were stretched to their max as the knot-like spheres forced their way inside with wet pops, just like with her ass. The vine spurted liquid inside her cunt, coating her insides with the cold, disgusting liquid. She felt it splash inside her womb, soaking her from the inside.
"Gods help me," Qiyana whispered, shaking her head, trying to clear the madness that had taken over her.
The massive vines began to twitch inside both her love tunnels. She couldn't help herself. She screamed as a hot, searing heat spread up them. One by one, the spheres along their lengths seemed to burst, and various strange, foreign objects began to burrow into her cunt and asshole. They clung to her inner walls, burrowed into her womb, seemingly dozens of them and rapidly growing in number as each "sphere" erupted. Countless seeds were planted inside her body. It was a monstrous sensation, the foreign seeds felt huge, and uncomfortable. And yet, a deeper, stranger part of her felt relief. Surely, now that the seeds had been put inside her, that meant this almost over…right?
She could not have been more wrong.
Zyra waved her hands in front of her crotch. The petals and vines there parted.
Qiyana's mouth fell open as she gasped. The plants covering Zyra's crotch had opened to reveal something impossible. She had an explanation for the bulge she had seen before. A sturdy, thick cock, pink at the tip and covered in thin green veins, pointed stiffly up at the sky. It twitched and throbbed visibly, eerie green juices running down the bulbous side. Once more, Qiyana's body betrayed her. She wanted that huge, fat cock stuffed up inside her more than anything. She knew the sentiment was not her own, and knowing that didn't help. Her body had well and truly betrayed her. It was growing more comfortable, soothed, by the seeds resting inside her body by the second. Like it was becoming accustomed to them. This "transformation" that Zyra had spoken of, it couldn't be true…could it?
A hot, blissful rush shot through her entire body. "W-What is that?"
"This? Surely you recognize it," Zyra laughed softly, teasingly running a hand up Qiyana's belly, toying with her nipples for a moment. Qiyana moaned at that. Yes, she would recognize a dick anywhere. She fantasized about them pounding into her often enough. "This cock is what will make you truly mine. Just setting the seeds in your body is not enough. I must feed them sustenance as well. In your terms, you would call it 'watering them'. It triggers their growth."
"It?"
"My release… I have never done this before, admittedly. I have used the corpses of your people, but never a live body. My excitement at the thought is reaching new levels," Zyra confessed. "I have never felt a need to touch or use this part. You will be my first."
Qiyana's eyes widened. Then, the amber orbs flicked down to the huge, throbbing member between Zyra's legs. Gods, it was spectacular. Almost eight inches in length, two wide, leaking at the tip like a gentle fountain. Qiyana wet her lips, picturing the delicious spread she would soon be greeted with. There was nothing she could do about it. She was bound, her people were defeated. What was the point of resisting? Besides, was it so bad? They were sharing firsts. Zyra had never used her cock, Qiyana her pussy. She toyed only her ass in the confines of her bedroom, saving her cunt for her first man. Zyra was now that first, and her body welcomed it, even if her mind didn't- so what was the damn point? Resistance was truly futile, just like fighting had been, and she knew that letting this creature fill her up with that thick dick was going to be the end of it all. All of her resistance, all of her inhibitions. Once it penetrated her, she was going to be addicted to this. To the feeling of the vines delightfully tearing into her soft, delicate skin. To the feeling of that tongue stroking her skin, the massive organ pushing in her ass, in and out and in and out- and the fluttery, lovely sensation of the seeds resting deep within both her holes.
No, what the fuck was she thinking?! She was an empress. She had to resist, she had to!
"I-I don't want it! I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't!" She managed to squeeze her thighs shut, the barbs angrily digging into her skin.
"You want it more than anything in the world. You want to be the host of our children. You want to be mine, completely and utterly. You can feel my magic flowing in and blessing your pathetic mortal frame, can't you? And you love it." With a wave of Zyra's hands, the smaller twin vines pulled her thighs painfully wide apart, so she was practically spread-eagle in the air before the woman. Then, she peeled the folds of her pussy apart and peered at the glistening insides. "You feign reluctance and yet your cunt is pleading for me."
Qiyana flushed bright red and shook her head. "I-I have no control over my body! You've done something to me, that's it!"
"Perhaps. But a true empress has control of her mind and body no matter the odds. Yes?" That taunting smirk again. How cruel to say such a thing, was there truly a way to resist the poison of that aphrodisiac liquid? No, it wasn't possible, it had taken her over completely…it was impossible to resist, right?….Right!?
Zyra, you are so cruel! You monster!
Smiling, Zyra pressed the head of her cock against Qiyana's pussy lips, nudging them apart. The teasing hint of penetration made her drip like a whore. Zyra moaned in pleasure and nuzzled Qiyana with her face, kissing her large, dusky breasts, licking the nipples. Then, she licked her way up the hot, sweaty skin. Up and up, Zyra went, until their faces were only an inch apart. For a moment, there was nothing but the sounds of the forest. Zyra was so cruel, so monstrous, and yet her eyes were like two suns- the most beautiful things Qiyana had ever seen.
She moaned as Zyra kissed her. The monstress, for the first time, seemed unsure of herself. Her lips were hot and gentle, pressing urgently. Qiyana, still angry over the taunting and teasing from Zyra, managed to gather up her willpower, and bite down. Her teeth penetrated Zyra's bottom lip and the monstress screeched and reeled back.
"Stop resisting, slut," Zyra hissed.
She grabbed the Ixtan girl by the jaw and forced her lips apart by digging her fingers in her jowls. Zyra invaded and explored the insides of Qiyana's mouth with her tongue, drooling excessively. The sweet saliva poured into Qiyana's mouth. The hot moisture makes her dizzy quickly, and it was more delicious than any crisp, fresh water or food- and Qiyana soon found herself sucking desperately at the liquid, and then when Zyra dropped her hands to lovingly comb her fingers through Qiyana's hair and she began to grind against Qiyana's crotch.
Qiyana squealed like a little piglet as Zyra's cock started to press inside, her inner muscles fluttering and trying to force the huge organ out. "I-I've never had something….in there."
"I have never been inside anything. We are the same. We will be one. Stop resisting."
Qiyana was horrified to find her body obeying the woman's orders. Her inner muscles relaxed, her heavy breathing slowly, and she gasped as the cock slowly pushed deep within her slick folds. The penetration sent a shockwave of bliss shooting up Qiyana's spine, making her toes curl, and her body ache. She struggled against the vines one last time, even as she thrust her hips forward for more, causing the cock to slide even deeper inside her tight tunnel. Zyra viciously bit at her throat, breasts, and shoulder as if on instinct, her vines tightening and squeezing, caressing the empress form, jerking her body into an even more exposed position.
Qiyana panted and squealed as Zyra pounded away inside her. Her hips were a gentle blur, huge girth thrusting its way deep, hot cum trickling inside her. Zyra began to kiss her again as she thrust deep inside Qiyana's cunt. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, being spread like this. Both her holes were being deliciously abused, the plant tentacle and dick pounding their way inside her. Her inner muscles flexed, and gripped the foreign intrusions, and she bucked like a madwoman. With every thrust, Zyra throbbed deep inside her, twitching hungrily and leaking pre-cum.
"Qiyana," Zyra panted against her lips, "I'm yours now. Accept me…"
When Qiyana looked down, still suspended in mid-air while being fucked in her holes, Qiyana saw an adorable woman and not a monster. A strange, maternal instinct seemed to blossom deep inside her. It was…cute. The way Zyra was trying so hard. Zyra was pumping desperately, a strange expression on her face…Qiyana recognized the emotions she found there. Was Zyra aware those emotions existed within her monstrous frame? Blatant adoration, worship. Qiyana's mind swirled with the reality of the situation. She was Zyra's now, that was undeniable, but she had everything Zyra wanted. Zyra had sought her out, had hungered for her energy, for her wet, glistening cunt…
Qiyana wrapped her thighs around Zyra's hips, and the two began to grind and buck together. Qiyana winced, and moaned at the same time, as spine-covered vines began to twist and squeeze her breasts, creating shallow, bloody wounds. Zyra gripped Qiyana's breasts with her hands, squeezing them hard, rutting like an animal. She claimed that Qiyana was a lesser being, and yet here she was, wild with lack of inhibition, desperate and unhinged.
The delicious stretch of both Qiyana's holes was driving her mad- she threw her head back and gasped, moaning desperately. Zyra chased her, kissing her again, forcing their lips together. The need to kiss was beyond adorable. Their tongues twined hungrily, saliva slipping into each other's mouths, as their hips bounced and slapped together. Wet noises flooded the air. Zyra was not just throbbing now, she was twitching madly with the threat of an orgasm. Meanwhile, Qiyana's cunt quivered with the same need. Gods, she didn't know it was possible to be fucked like this! To feel this good! Her most animal side was crying out inside her, begging for cum, begging for more!
Zyra's body was so soft against her, her sweet smell potent in the air. It made her even dizzier, the tarnished remains of her doubt and fear and hatred for this monster melting away with every thrust of the cock, of the vine penetrating her.
"More," Qiyana moaned, "Harder!"
Zyra obeyed. The plant-woman began to thrust as hard as possible, hissing with exertion. Sheathed deep inside her, Zyra didn't stop moving for a second. She suddenly buried her face in Qiyana's breasts. She began to suck her nipples again, swirling her tongue around it, biting the tips and moaning. After many hot, swollen minutes where they clung to each other and tongue-kissed, Qiyana's body lashed and gripped by many of Zyra's vines, her arsehole and cunt completely used and abused- Zyra came. Qiyana moaned, then screamed, as a fresh, thick rush of cum flooded her snatch. The thick creamy moisture channeled deep into her inner tunnel, before reaching a rest deep inside her. All along her inner walls and womb, she felt an intense tingling and recognized it for what it was- the seeds happily thriving. Her entire body trembled for minutes on end, rush after rush of orgasm crashing over her, her eyes rolled back, her lips trembling, her tongue extended from her mouth-
She was drooling like a true, bitch-born whore… When the pleasure of her orgasm had faded, shame took its place….A truly useless emotion as Qiyana relaxed, the vines slowly unwrapping her. She fell against Zyra, who held her up with strong arms. The two women stood together, alone in the forest. Staring into those eyes, so full of love and admiration and a blatant, natural worship- Qiyana dismissed her shame. This had been fun, but this was more than that- Beyond the pleasure, beyond the shame, she accepted the situation for what it was…
Zyra was a gift. She was Zyra's, but the woman needed her now. Qiyana was the seedbed of their strange, impossible children. Zyra, no matter what, would protect her. More than that, she had already claimed she would help take the Ixaocan throne. Qiyana could not change the past…but if this woman was truly from Zyr, and had truly begun a transformation of Qiyana's body, perhaps this would benefit her in the end…Or, maybe that was just her cock-addicted wet cunt talking. Either way, she supposed it didn't matter.
As if reading her thoughts, Zyra held her close. "I will keep my promise. We will go to your land. You will be an empress, my empress."
Qiyana believed her.
"Before we go…your other hole must be fertilized." Zyra pressed her cock against Qiyana's asshole now. "...Tell me you want it."
With a taunting smile, and complete silence, Qiyana refused, and Zyra smiled. Her vines rose into the air, and the assault began anew. Perhaps a person from afar would feel the sounds coming from within the forest as screams of pain or agony, but the truth of the matter was, Qiyana was blessed with orgasm, again and again and again, Zyra alongside her….
….
A few weeks later, the newly crowned empresses were celebrating in their throne room. The throne room more closely resembled a lush greenhouse at this point, the throne itself embraced by long, lush plant-life and intricate growth . Flora and sunlight bathed the wide open space around them, nature was everywhere. A warm little heaven for the pair. In the center of the throne room, the two were mating once more. Qiyana moaned in bliss, bouncing up and down on Zyra's cock with fast, fluid motions. Zyra was splayed out on the floor, Qiyana riding her dick like a stallion. Her cunt glistened, liquid splashing out every time she rose up, the tip of the plant woman's cock sliding out for just a moment, before Qiyana skillfully dropped back down and the humongous cock pushed back into her. Sweet, wonderful precum coated her insides, nurturing the tiny seedlings in her womb, the ones that had become a part of her, as much as they were a part of Zyra.
The pair were surrounded by a ring of Qiyana's desperately horny, "seedbed' sisters. Qiyana's sisters whimpered in anticipation, their eyes observing every motion, every drop of glistening sweat dripping down Qiyana's frame. It was clear they burned with every. At this point, every daughter of Ixaocan was pregnant, their bellies slowly swelling with the promise of Zyra's child. With Qiyana's permission, Zyra had violated them with her vines, intoxicating them with the same strange liquid, flooding their asses and cunts with her seed. Allowing this had created a strange, possessive protectiveness in Qiyana…Her children would be the strongest. She was the empress, not them. Zyra stared up into her eyes, a warm smile touching the corner of her lips.
One of her sisters suddenly gasped, and broke from the ring, running forward. She grabbed one of Zyra's hands, and pressed it to her clitoris. Zyra observed this action with obvious amusement, her golden eyes gleaming. Qiyana's youngest sister, Mara, rubbed her womanhood against said hand. Her glistening wetness coated Zyra's fingers, palm and wrist. The sight made Qiyana burn with hatred.
She grabbed Mara's wrist, and jerked her away, causing the girl to stumble and sob at being denied.
"Know your place, slut! She's mine," Qiyana hissed. Mara gasped, shame flooding her face, her eyes glazed over with desire.
"B-But...I want it…I want her inside me, please…"
"No. She's mine," Qiyana smiled, her voice a slow whisper now, and her sister whined audibly, rubbing her thighs together, teasing her clit with eager fingers. Then, as Zyra's vines- and their dangerous spines began to rise into the air to punish- the girl backed away. Relief flooded Qiyana. The ability to deny them Zyra's touch made her mad with power and bliss. Zyra observed this happy reaction with a gentle, knowing smile. She had "impregnated" all of her sisters, but her seed was not technically necessary. A fusion had begun in all the people of Ixaocan. Now, the cum from any Ixtali cock would have the same effect. In other words, her sisters would never have Zyra's cock. It was hers, completely and utterly. Even so, her sisters were royalty. They craved the cream of the crop. They did not want just any cock to feed the seeds blooming inside them. They wanted Zyra, the majestic and magical being that had swept across -and taken utter control of- their entire proud nation, seducing and taming their wild, youngest sister… She had enhanced their magic, blessed them with power, but the seeds power within them was such that they would never turn their weapons against Zyra. They were hers, as much as Qiyana was, and every other plant-infused man and woman outside these royal walls.
"You should not be cruel to them," Zyra purred, "they're family…"
"I don't care, they will not have you," Qiyana muttered. The dark-skinned empress gasped as Zyra's sharp, twisting vines tightened around Qiyana's large, milk-swollen breasts, shredding the beautiful skin open with soft flashes of pain, teasing her leaking nipples. The wonderful, lovely liquid that seeped from the vines splashed out, soaking into her wounded skin, making Qiyana melt. She squirmed and rolled her hips, enjoying the stiff girth spreading her so deep, her eyes rolling back. She hissed with pleasure and pain at the stretch, leaning down to grip Zyra's chest. Zyra grinned, grabbing Qiyana's hips.
"Being my slave truly suits you~" The monstrous woman hissed with delight. The plant-lady winced, her hips jerking with pleasure, as Qiyana bit into her bottom lip. Before she could punish Qiyana for her action, Qiyana exploited Zyra's weakness. The dusky girl began to kiss her. As their tongues danced and weaved together, Zyra played with her huge, leaking breasts. The satisfying feeling of those fingers squeezing and grasping the heavy, swollen weight of her breasts made her spine tingle, her entire body shiver. Qiyana bounced some more, as fast as she could, enjoying the persistent, repeated stretch of her tight, dripping cunny upon Zyra's erect cock. Let her believe what she wanted, Qiyana was the one in power here. She couldn't resist teasing her magical mate.
"A slave, hmmm? Yet it is your children who would be helpless with me."
Zyra laughed, and pulled Qiyana's arms above her head, those unnaturally strong arms doing it easily. Her vines began to lash the girl's dark tits, coating them with painful, raw strokes which only accentuated the bliss racking through her even more. If Zyra's weakness was kissing, Qiyana's was surely physical punishment, pleasure mixing with the sweetest agony...
"My cute little pain slut," Zyra hissed, and Qiyana could only moan as the delightful suffering lanced into her, especially when a new vine extended from one of Zyra's arms, and a plant-like mouth latched onto her clit, its strange feeler lashing her clitoris, sending lightning bolts into her, her inner walls trembling, gripping Zyra's cock as hard as they could in an attempt to milk another orgasm. "You would be helpless without OUR children. Your soldiers were nothing before me. Our children, your army, will give us the whole world. I don't need you...but I want you…. I only want you. But...if you continue to be a brat, perhaps I will play with your sisters instead." That aggravating, taunting smile again!
All around them happy gasps and moans of excitement filled the air. Her sisters were delighted with the prospect. A few of them lost control and came close, running their hands along Zyra. Mara, who had just been punished, touched Qiyana instead as if hoping that would change things. Even if Mara's hands on her breasts felt good, fingers lightly grazing her sensitive, leaking nipples, it wasn't good enough for her to allow this! Qiyana let out an unexpected, animal hiss of her own, glaring at them. Pouting, all four backed away, sighing with regret. Staring down into Zyra's beautiful face, she realized she wanted the woman to stay hers, only hers, forever. Teary-eyed with rage and frustration at her jealousy, Qiyana gasped out "I am the only woman you-"
"Need?" Zyra interrupted, then grinned even wider. "More accurately, the only being I'd ever desire…" The lashing vines began to gently grip and squeeze her sore, flayed tits, making the human empress shiver. She moaned, rolling her hips, as the soft, soothing nectar coated her breasts. It dulled the pain in her body, and yet provided an intoxicating, stinging pain of its own as it flowed into her body, making her shiver all the way to her dripping core. She wrapped her arms around her breasts, pushing them together, and stuck her chest outward with a pout.
"Suck them," she ordered, "Play with me more..."
And Zyra eagerly obeyed.