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[b][u][center]Under the Flower’s Spell

For a-lycotonum

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Druids seldom put much stock in any time shorter than a season, and Chikere tended to put less stock in it than that. However, when one was newly appointed to druidhood, and one was due to attend a convocation of all the druids along the South Reach, then one made sure that one allowed plenty of time to get there.

Considering the muddy nature of the roads, the fact that her boots continued to try to slide off her feet, the fact that her horse had run off and refused to come back after losing its third shoe, she was glad she’d taken the extra time, even if the journey itself was rapidly becoming hell.

The young woman sheltered beneath a tree as the worst of the storm continued to drench the land about her. Some of the heavier raindrops managed to sneak their way through the branches, but the worst of the deluge was kept at bay, much to the relief of her drying clothes. They were hung on short strings that were supported by the tree and the tent poles she’d packed, drying around a fire that she’d started with a small spell, and banked against several rocks that she’d picked from the path.

If anyone were to come upon her then, she was sure that she would present one hell of a sight. Stripped down to her loincloth, the young woman shone with rain and sweat, her brown skin several shades darker than the mud that caked her hands and arms and her hair running in ragged lines along her shoulders and neck. She covered herself just enough to keep the minimum of modesty, but more out of a need to keep warm than out of any shame.

Not that anyone was likely to be coming. Chikere had set out well before the general rush from the last town, and she’d made about an hour’s progress before the sky had opened up on her. Most travelers would have simply looked out the window and decided to stay in bed.

She glared up at the sky then, shaking her head.

“Like a little rain will stop me…”

Cracka-boom went the thunder, and she saw forks of lighting streak down from the sky in the distance.

“Wizards…show-offs, the lot of them.”

With her luck, it was some wizard – or worse, some college of them – messing with the weather for one of their experiments. It meant that she was stuck until the artificial storm had passed, and she doubted that she’d be getting dry anytime soon.

Sighing, she leaned back against the tree trunk, folding her arms behind her head to get comfortable. She might as well catch a –

Sniff. Sniff.

Chikere opened one eye as she caught the scent of something…unnatural. The dark-skinned human pulled her arms out from behind her head, slowly getting to her feet.

[i]Something’s out there…something…wrong.[/i]

Some would have called her paranoid, she knew. Most druids were accused of being overly paranoid about the things hiding in the woods. Everyone she talked to thought that druids had such extreme powers over nature that they had nothing to fear in the wilds.

That was half-true. They feared nothing natural…but with magic involved, there were many things that were unnatural, as well.

Pulling her boots on and leaving her clothes where they were, the near-naked druid stepped around the tree. There was corruption in the air, not the stench of wizard magic, but the smell of something else. Something unnatural. Not quite hellish, but touched by it, she imagined, something that was still fighting it.

Maybe she could cure it, maybe not, but she needed to contain it.

She crept through the forest, her head down and her shoulders hunched as she moved from one stand of shrubs to another. The smell, a hot, thick scent, pulled her on. It was so different from all the other plants that there was no mistaking it for anything else. She had to rub her nose no less than three times as she walked along, fighting the urge to complain.

Finally, she found it.

The corruption had seized hold of only one plant so far, thankfully, but the flower that had fallen victim was clearly dangerous. The petals had turned a blood red, the plant fibers turned to crystal around the center, and the stem had lost its leaves in favor of vines, vines that were questing about for food.

She didn’t like the look of it, particularly not when it seemed to turn to her when she poked her head out of the bush she was hiding in. The center of the flower had a set of tendrils of its own, pulled in tight to the core, but they looked like they could extend far.

Thankfully, the ground looked unchanged, which meant that it hadn’t corrupted the earth itself yet. She could still contain this.

“Alright, you son of a bitch,” Chikere muttered. “Let’s get you somewhere safe…”

She rested her hands on the earth. The energy of the natural world reached out to her, as all life did, and she let herself reach back, their life forces joining as she wove her intent with the power of the earth.

It was a simple matter of weaving a binding spell about the flower. It formed a magical inferno in the middle of the clearing, the corruptive power within it begging to spread and corrupt anything else. She kept a small space between herself and it, forcing the corruption to feed on emptiness rather than on her magic as she wove the spell.

A moment later, it was complete. A green line ran around the flower, and as the tendrils along the stalk pushed out, a barrier of green light intercepted them, keeping them from spreading any further.

Chikere smirked…until the tendrils grew.

Her eyes went wide as she saw them slapping against the sides of her barrier, growing with each subsequent hit. She pulled at her life force again, ready to cast a second spell if her constraining spell showed any sign of breaking, and watched as the tendrils continued battering against it.

Thankfully, even as the tendrils throbbed and grew bigger, they couldn’t break through, but the sheer size of them – going from barely more than a thread to the size of several of her fingers together – worried her. Corruption was supposed to wither a plant, break it down. This one seemed to be empowered, somehow.

She couldn’t leave it there; she would have to take it with her.

“If I ever find who fucked this up…”

Shaking her head, the dark-skinned woman knelt down, the rain washing the mud from her as she dragged her fingers through the earth.

#

The plant sat in an improvised pot, the roots contained within a bubble of her power. As she tried to dry herself by the fire again at the side of the road, she watched the ruby-petaled flower, shaking her head at the corruption that obviously burned through it.

It was no longer even slightly natural. The crystalline petals had spread, growing wider, looking like some sort of sexual organ rather than a flower’s gentle entrance. Emerald crystals had grown along the stem, and the roots themselves looked like jet within the dirt. Only the vines on the sides of the stem and the hardly-concealed tendrils inside of the flower petals remained organic looking.

And they didn’t look botanical any longer.

The hot scent of the flower continued to assault her nose, as well. Much as she wished she had the skill to block that too, her powers as a druid were still too fresh, too inexperienced to both contain the flower’s power and its scent. Chikere rubbed her nose every few minutes, trying to wipe it away, and not just because the bitter-hot smell was so strong.

Chikere groaned, rubbing her nose for the third time in as many minutes as she felt the heat running through her chest, burning in her lungs before rising closer to the surface. Her nipples were hard already, pushing up against her bra and begging to be touched. Her breasts felt constrained, irritated beneath her clothes, and the heat was spreading further with every breath she took. It hadn’t reached her sex yet, but she knew it was only a matter of time.

Glaring at the flower, she debated throwing it in the fire, but she resisted the urge. The last thing she needed was to turn the corruption airborne. For the moment, it was mostly contained. As long as she didn’t do anything stupid, she’d be fine, and it would remain that way.

With a final glance at the still-storming sky, she grumbled and rolled onto her side. The fire was properly banked to keep going through the night, and she doubted that anyone would pass by. With her clothes still damp, there wasn’t much point in putting them on.

Perhaps she might have used a bedroll, if she’d thought of it, but she was too tired, too annoyed with the plant, and too ready for sleep to do something so sensible.

#

[i]Chikere walked through her woods. Hers. Hers. The word echoed through her head, wrong and right at the same time. They were not hers, for they were not given unto her by other druids, by the woods themselves. There was no surrender or giving of them.

They were hers, for they existed by her power. They were born of her, and so they were hers, as her children would be.

The dark-skinned human walked naked through the branches, passing her hands through low-hanging leaves, feeling the caress of the plants against her. Some moved to greet her, others parted to allow her passage.

In the distance, she heard the rutting of animals, each pushed to procreate, each pushed to breed for the sustenance of the forest. For unlike the woodlands of her druid comrades, this one fed on those within. The animals…and the people.

She approached one of the trees, the trunk opening, displaying a rod-shaped root that was there just for her. She smiled, spreading her legs further as it reached for her –[/i]

#

“Gah!”

Gasping for breath as she lunged for the waking world, Chikere rolled over and stared at the plant again. It was still behind its protective barrier, but…

But it was bigger. The flower had to be half her height now, looking like the length of a cane rather than a natural plant. It was stiffer in the stem and petals than before, but the tendrils had grown yet thicker. They bulged and dripped like the stiff end of a cock, oozing into the earth, battering against the barrier every chance they had.

She shivered at the sight of it, and worse at the feeling that burned between her legs.

[i]It’s getting stronger…[/i]

It made no sense. Corruption was supposed to burn through a living being, destroy it as it was consumed from the inside out. The only way that a corrupt being could live was through consuming something else, feeding the corruption with something else’s innocence and purity. She doubted that it was feeding on her, even at a distance, and her barrier kept its roots and fluids from the earth.

[i]How are you still alive?[/i]

There was no answer, only a throbbing swell in the scent in the air. Chikere gasped for breath, feeling her sex clench down on nothing, a sudden awareness of the emptiness inside of her begging for attention.

She resisted the urge to bring her hands down to deal with it, though only just. Taking a few deep breaths, the young druid got to her feet. She opened her pack, dropped the bigger plant inside of it, and pulled it over her back. Morning had come, after all, and it was time for her to keep moving. She reached for her clothes –

“Ugh…”

Only to pull her hands back as she realized that they were soaked, completely drenched, in more than rain. Somehow, the plant’s juices had reached them, soaking through the leather and dripping from them. She wrapped her hands in a containment spell, holding the corruption inside of another green barrier as she checked if any of her clothes were clean.

They were not. She had been effectively stripped of everything but her undergarments, and even those were getting wet, though for a completely different reason.

[i]…Either this is a very smart plant, or it’s very, very lucky.[/i]

She was hoping for the latter. The idea of a plant being intelligent was not one that most druids liked, even with their loyalties.

Knowing that traveling naked on the road would be inviting attention that she didn’t want, she decided to travel through the woods. Better to stay out of sight, and while it might take her a bit longer to reach her destination, she had the time.

And it was better to be careful.

She hiked her pack over her shoulder and set off, feeling her boots sinking into the mud already and wondering how the hell she was going to get out of this one. Each breath was already sinking further into her lungs, dragging the heat through her core and further south, and she feared what it would do to her if her self-control left her.

#

It was noon when it almost did.

For hours, her sex had been on fire, begging for fingers, for a wooden rod, for the hilt of a weapon, anything that might simulate a phallus down there. She groaned every time that she took a step, and every step reminded her of her need with a slow rub of her undergarments against her slit. The feeling was almost like a cloth hand down there, constantly teasing her, constantly reminding her of what she needed.

The plant in her pack was constantly beating against the barrier, too, straining to reach her and take part in her torment more directly. Twice, she felt it slam against the barrier and almost strike her back. It was getting stronger, alright.

But it wasn’t until noon, when she stumbled and caught herself against a low branch, that she nearly lost control.

“Ah…ah…”

Her hips twitched of their own accord, dragging her forward and back along the low branch, grinding her underwear and her sex against the smooth wood. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she gripped the branch, hard.

“Nnngh…ah…ah…”

Her hands tightened around the wood, barely holding out against the urge to drag herself forward, to hump against the smooth wood the way that a city girl might have done against a pillow. She bit her lip, her hair hanging down, sweaty and bedraggled, her breasts heaving as she sucked in one breath after another.

It was like an inferno between her thighs, her need hotter than it had ever been, even during the sabotage an old rival had put her through during the trials. She clenched her thighs together, holding the branch there, feeling it pushing up against her more firmly than ever.

And then, with more regret than she liked, she pulled back.

She almost fell over as she pulled the branch from between her legs, but she managed it. Chikere slumped against a nearby tree stump, sucking air, wrapping her arms around her middle.

Curses no better than those of a sailor left her lips in whispers and growls. The need to satisfy herself was overwhelming. The plant was messing with her, begging her to be corrupted.

But…if she lost her focus…

She looked over her shoulder, glaring at the glowing-green pack. If she lost her focus, if she came and wasn’t paying attention, then the plant could break free. Her distracted mind would lose its ability to hold the spell together, and then…

A sudden clench down below reminded her of both her need and the consequences. The plant…

“You know…”

She whispered it, but it was still loud enough for her to hear herself. Chikere pulled the pack off of her shoulder, laying it on the ground and staring at it.

“You know what you’re doing to me. You are [i]not[/i] a normal flower.”

There was no answer, save for another puff of that scent.

Chikere coughed, sucking in more of the scent before she could stop herself. The heated smell of sex, of nature, of the raw rut and the sweaty humping that all beasts did, slammed into her with all of the force of an avalanche rushing down the mountain. The dark-skinned girl groaned, her head swimming as she fell to her knees in front of the plant. It almost seemed to bend before her, bowing like a courtier that was altogether too smug, too pleased with itself.

If it weren’t for the fact that destroying the plant was against the rules of the druid – save for cases where nothing else could be done – she would have obliterated this thing. There were ways to contain the corruption that would spread from the destruction, she was sure, but for now…

For now, she had to at least [i]try[/i] to bring it with her to the convocation. The corruption had to be unique to be this powerful, and it needed to be examined so that everyone would know how to deal with it if they saw it again.

And they would see it again. This was…this was not…

Chikere groaned as it puffed another burst of scent and pollen at her, her mind reeling as she started to see things.

She saw vast fields of tentacles, of green tendrils that snaked up from the ground, bobbing and weaving back and forth like great serpents. There were hundreds of them, thousands, each capable of somehow uprooting the mother plant and taking it along with them to another location.

She saw them lashing out, grabbing women and rutting them, taking them, seeding them with some sort of thing. Father plants, she realized, correcting her earlier thoughts. Father plants that were breeding women, seeding them to carry on a child to another place, a place that the plants might not reach so easily.

The view shifted, and she saw the infected women squatting down in fields, on mountains, rubbing their pussies hard as great egg-like seeds began to push them open. They spread wide, their bodies giving birth no less than they would be to a live child. The seed fell from them, soaking wet with their juices, and instantly began to grow into another copy of the father plant.

There was no escape for the mother if she hesitated for even an instant. New tendrils would grab her by the ankles, holding her down, forcing her to remain over the new plant. Others would stroke her, tease her, forcing her to ‘water’ the plant and feed it, sustain it for several days before finally letting her go.

The unlucky women were left to starve, driven by the original plant to get them somewhere safe to the detriment of the body. The lucky ones were able to get away, but always tainted with the power of the plant, left addicted to what the seeds had done to them, how the plants had treated them.

The young druid gasped as she finally fell over, landing on her back. She panted for breath, covering her face with her hand and wiping away the pollen. It was already sinking into her head, already putting the idea of herself over one of those seeds as a sustainer. It would feel [i]so[/i] good…

Chikere groaned, rolling onto her side, shaking her head repeatedly. No. Those were thoughts of the flower. Thoughts of corruption.

Thoughts of pleasure.

Feeling her panties soaking against her slit, feeling her juices rolling down her legs and staining her nethers was not helping her think clearly, and neither was the sense of need that was burning between them. The pollen, the scent, it was all building her up to feel like some beast in heat, some monster that needed to be fucked just to feel sane again.

She panted as she looked back at the flower again. The crystalline thing was beating at her barrier, slamming its tendrils against it like clubs against a wall. While the barrier shook and discolored on impact, there was no sign of it breaking through.

Half-insane from her needs, Chikere got to her feet. She stumbled back to the plant, leaning forward against the barrier. It blocked her from touching it as much as it blocked it from touching her, and she smeared her underwear against it, feeling the sheer wetness squelching against her flesh, the water dribbling down along the side of the magical layer. She grinned, trying to sound mocking even as her hips twitched, humping her against it.

“You see that?” she panted. “This is what you will never have. I am NOT one of those women. I won’t be…I won’t [i]be[/i] one of those women.”

Her hips were moving into overdrive, humping and grinding against the barrier. Gods, she must look a state with what she was doing, but was there any way for her to stop? The answer was a clear and present no. She could only grind, hump, pant as she felt her orgasm already coming closer and closer, taunting and teasing her with how it would feel when she finally went over the edge.

“You aren’t going to…going to take me,” she panted. “You aren’t going to infect me. So I might as well show you what you’re missing.”

[i]Gods, what is wrong with me?[/i] she thought as she reached down, pulling her underthings to the side, letting her sopping sex press against the magical shield. The pressure against her was so hot, and the fact that the plant was beating the barrier, both vibrating it and making it shake against her, only turned her on more. [i]I’m losing my mind. I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t.[/i]

But it felt so good…

Panting, she arched her back, sliding, grinding, rubbing her pussy against the barrier. Her thoughts were fading, shifting. She remembered her dream, the corrupted tree reaching out for her, and her reaching back for it.

[i]God…something inside of me…need something…[/i]

The plant beat at her barrier again, slamming, slapping the shield against her pussy. Chikere gasped as a chance slap hit her clit, and she arched her back, hard, the sensitive spot taking the pain and pleasure and –

[i]No, oh gods, no.[/i]

The plant was beating right at that spot, hitting her right at her most sensitive area. Chikere panted, trying to pull back, but it felt so good, and she was so close.

[i]No, if I cum…if I…[/i]

But it smelled so good, the musky scent in the air melting her thoughts, pushing her to submit, to stay close to the big plant. She panted, arching her back again, thrusting her hips back to meet the beating, pulsing rhythm of the barrier around the plant. It was like a vibrating stone pressed against her sex, pushing her further and further towards that elusive, needed orgasm. She ground against it, smearing her juices over it, feeling her needs getting worse and worse, her toes curling in the wet earth beneath her.

And the plant…

She shivered, looking through hazy eyes at the thing. It had grown, getting bigger by the second, and the crystals of the petals were pushing against the barrier right underneath her sex. It was straining to get at her, to fuck her, to corrupt her. The tendrils in the plant looked cocked and ready, and there was a bulge in the crystal stem that looked like it was coming up.

[i]The seed…the first…seed…[/i]

She had to pull away. She had to keep herself safe from the plant, but at the same time…

At the same time, she needed more. She needed to feel it…feel that orgasm…

[i]I can…I can contain…it…[/i]

One hump, two, three…And then she came.

The pleasure that had been building up all day came crashing down on her. Worse than an avalanche, it was a thunderstorm of energy that rushed through her, claiming her thoughts, claiming her. She spasmed, flailing, gasping as she humped forward, grinding against a barrier that flickered –

And then disappeared. Her thoughts, her will that sustained it were gone, and without them, her protection was as nothing.

The tendrils grabbed her immediately, lifting her off the ground. Chikere almost fell flat on her back, but the plant kept her from having that luck, instead holding her from behind, lifting her up in the air, holding her supported and spread-eagle over the pot that she had placed it in. The many tendrils squirmed and curled around her, the thick ones running up her legs in long spirals, while the ones that held her arms were thin and hard, like rock.

And between her legs…

She looked down as she was stripped, her underwear, her bra, all ripped off. She was naked, sweaty, and wet in the middle of the forest with no-one around to see, and she was completely helpless to the corrupted plant beneath her. She panted for breath, shaking her head as she saw the two new tentacles rising out.

They were long, slender, but with a head that was different from the others. Bulging, dripping, sap-like but thinner than that. They reached up to her crotch, and then…

Then they started grinding.

“Oh gods…no…ah…ah…”

They were dripping liquid corruption. The same presence that she had felt when she’d first detected the plant had been hyper-concentrated into a liquid and it was being rubbed right into her skin. Her pussy lips inflamed, growing hot and puffy, so hot that she swore that they were cooking the rest of her skin down there in the most sensual of ways.

Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as any movement seemed to rub her pussy lips against each other, forcing them to stimulate one another. Even holding still, the muscle tension down there had them clenching, grinding, rubbing on one another in a way that was most obscene, and it still turned her on.

One of the sap-dripping tips rubbed against her clit, and she damn-near screamed as it suddenly swelled, her eyes going white as she shouted at the top of her lungs.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

It echoed around her, her curse reminding her of what was going to happen to her in a very short time. Her body trembled, her legs dripped with sweat and her juices, and she could feel the heat rising from beneath her.

Bit by bit, her crotch was warped with the corruption, her pussy lips left swollen and needy, sensitive and eager. The slightest brush of wind nearly pushed her over the edge to orgasm, and the sensitivity meant that if she laid with anyone, they would probably consider themselves the best lover in the world for how often they were able to get her off.

More than that, she knew that clothes would be impossible. The slightest brush of her panties would be enough to get her off, now, and even sitting down would be risky if she didn’t find some way to keep her pussy from –

“NNNGH!”

She bit her lips, barely keeping the scream back as one of the tendrils pressed against one side of her pussy, and the other pressed against the opposite. She half-expected them to dive in, to thrust into her, to break her and fill her, but neither bothered. They merely pushed her oversensitive pussy lips open, letting her depths be exposed, her juices running free down onto the plant.

And the plant responded.

She hissed as she saw the bulge that had been rising up from the stalk push towards her, the long, heavy bulge rising higher and higher in an extended tube.

[i]Seed. It’s a seed.[/i]

As Chikere squirmed, trying to think clearly enough to draw on the power of nature to protect herself, the plant puffed again.

Once more, the musk hit her brain, and once more, the scent drew her down. It pushed thoughts into her head, images, fantasies.

[i]Be the forebear. Grow the forest of crystal,[/i] the images told her.

Forest of crystal. The thought of a dozen, a hundred flowers like this would have been terrifying – and arousing – but a forest of them…a forest where they corrupted the trees to be like them…to turn the animals into rutting, seed-bearing beasts…

To have a forest that could protect itself in a way that nothing in this world could do at the moment…

It made her pause, and that gave the plant all the opening it needed.

As the seed pod touched her, as it spread her, she screamed, cumming on the spot. Chikere’s thighs clenched, spasmed, nearly cramped from the orgasm that rushed through her, and she came hard enough to squirt on the plant. It soaked up everything, wiggling the side from side to side as it pushed it deeper, deeper.

Every inch gained by the plant was another orgasm forced out of her, another pleasurable ejaculation of feminine juices. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she went limp, her screams fading into whimpers, her mind fading into mush.

[i]Host mother…[/i]

The plant called her that, somehow able to talk to her through the seed.

[i]Host mother. Mother of the forest. Host of all.[/i]

The seed was wiggling into her now, little cilia on the side carrying it forward, helping it get inside of her more than it had been. Her body trembled, her toes curled weakly, but she could no longer flail or shake. All she could do was whimper, moan, and keep on cumming.

Cum.

Another inch of wriggling, the tip of the seed pod pressing against the opening of her womb. It extended a tendril inside, helping it open the little barrier between it and her depths.

Cum.

It poked the tip of its pod self inside, the stretching feeling something that would have been painful save for the dream-like state she was in.

Cum.

Soaked in sweat, fem-cum, and sweat, she hung there as the pod pushed itself in, like a knot into a bitch. The pod pushed into her womb, opening her, making her flat belly expand slightly.

Cum.

Cum.

Cum.

Dozens of orgasms later, she was dropped to the ground. The pot had shattered around the plant, and its tendrils were gradually carrying it away like a floral spider. She felt an urge to bring it back, but it was a weak urge, barely strong enough for her to feel it, let alone act on it. She had other concerns.

[i]Host mother.[/i]

The words echoed in her head, and she knew them to be the truth. There was no escaping them, no matter how hard that dying part of her would try. All she could do was embrace it and enjoy it. Embrace her purpose and hope others found theirs.

The naked woman rubbed her belly, feeling the life inside and knowing that it would grow, and grow, and grow for days. She had to feed herself, had to make sure that she was ready for when it came out, when it needed her to sustain it for the days after.

The pleasure waxed and waned from her womb as she got to her feet, shamelessly walking through the woods without anything on. Whenever it waned too far, her doubts began to resurface, but the plant found ways to tease her, to bring it back.

The war between pleasure and will had begun, and the plant seemed to have a tremendous advantage.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]