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It was a comfortable autumn morning when Mari left her town for the last time, just before dawn. She slipped out of her family home, careful not to wake her parents or many siblings. They had all said their tearful goodbyes the night before.

She met the high priestess - an older border collie - at the edge of the town to prepare for her journey into the Wilds, according to the God's instructions. She disrobed and donned a cloak of leaves- the only form of modesty she would be allowed. She felt a bit silly now for even bothering to braid her hair into some semblance of neatness.

"He is expecting you. Nothing in the Wilds will impede you until you reach him." The high priestess said. She gently took Mari into her arms. Mari gladly sank against her. "Thank you, Mari. I wish it didn't have to be this way..."

Mari's eyes glistened with what little tears she had reserved after weeping all night. She didn't have any more words, or energy to form them, so she just nodded morosely. She didn't pull away from the high priestess until she felt the collie shuffle her feet awkwardly. The high priestess withdrew and stepped backwards, leaving Mari alone before the forest. And so, Mari turned away and entered the Wilds.

She walked deep into the forest, until the morning light crept over the horizon to illuminate the red and gold leaves of autumn. It was dangerous to go this deep in the forest, but as the high priest promised, nothing crossed her path. Even thorn bushes were never close enough to harm her. It was a long walk. A long time to be alone with her thoughts. Mostly, her head swirl with regrets. Of the future she wouldn't have. She stewed in her misery until she reached the top of an incline, and an unusual sight seized her attention. The clearing ahead was dominated by a massive, twisting tree. Its branches flowered riotously as if at the height of spring. At it's base, between two major roots, there was an open archway. Something inside illuminated softly, and Mari felt like it was beckoning her in. Was this where the God of the Wilds lived? It seemed like a strange abode, but what else could be in such a magical place?

It was so inviting that she actually quickened her pace to make it to the archway. The air grew warmer the closer she got, and by the time she was close enough to touch the risen roots, it was downright humid. Even the dry, leaf-littered forest floor had turned to plush clover. She made her way into the interior of the tree without hesitation, her worries smothered by wonder for a brief moment.

After stepping beneath the arch, the tree's innards opened into a flowering meadow. The ceiling of the area glimmered with blue light. If she squinted, it would look much like a dreamy, dawn-lit sky. She walked towards the meadow's center, awestruck. As her dainty feet disturbed flowers, butterflies of kinds would be stirred from their resting places and began to dance about.

A voice echoed softly around her, arising so gently that she wasn't startled. "You're safe here, sweet mouse." It was beautiful and calming. Mari couldn't pinpoint whether it was more feminine or masculine. "I know you were dutifully on your way to meet the God of the Wilds, but I could not help but intercept you."

Mari looked around, but could see no source of the voice. Was it coming from the tree itself? Still, she asked, "... Who are you?"

"I am Muthmir, the steward of all life." They spoke with a fond tone that put Mari at ease. She had no doubts in her heart that this was the very being families prayed to when they wanted a child. "Dear little mouse... You need not give yourself to Ferus. I will offer you an alternative."

Mari sank to the ground, the long walk here finally catching up with her. The ground beneath her was cool and comfortable. "But... what will happen to the town...?" Her anxieties resurfaced. She was doing this to quell the rage of the God of the Wilds. It wasn't something she could run from without consequence.

"The Wilds cannot thrive without my blessing. If I request for him to turn over his tribute to me, he has no leverage with which to counter."

Mari gazed down at the flowers surrounding her, but her mind remained wracked with concern. She did not like an outcome where the God of the Wilds was still angry. "...What is the alternative that you're offering?"

"Soon, I will become dormant for the winter, unable to exert my will over mortals or assist my devotees. I am in need of a mortal servant, to carry a seed of my power wherever you may go. You will be able to live as you choose and use the power I grant as you please. Your presence alone is enough to enable life to flourish."

A gentle breeze swirled past her, as if the God was caressing her, comforting her. "Take your time. Think it over. You will be safe in this domain while you make your decision."

Mari closed her eyes, turning over the offer in her head. The dense smell of the flowers, her tired body, her aching heart... She simply couldn't put think any more. She knew she shouldn't give an easy answer.

She was about to ask for more information when a violent gust of wind from the tree's entryway tousled her hair and the surrounding flowers. Roots emerged from the ground to keep her from being blown over. When she turned to see what the cause of it was, a long shadow was cast over her. A frightful silhouette stood out against light outside- Hulking, with searing gold eyes and outstretched wings.

A rumbling growl shook her very being, but she realized it wasn't just feral noise, but words. "Covetous lech. How dare you steal what's mine? You think yourself a guardian of life, and you doom an entire village to face my wrath?"

The hulking beast - no, the God of the Wilds slung forth a mighty claw, rending long streaks into the once pristine flowers, clipping the wings of butterflies unfortunate enough to be in its path. Before Mari could make sense of what was happening, she was surrounded in a soft pink and tipped over on her back. Beneath her body, a cellulous mass had arisen from the ground, and massive petals spread around it. She found herself in the center of a massive flower bud. She righted herself, but remained on her knees. Through the veil of the petals she could once again see that menacing silhouette. She flinched as it raised a claw to tear open the flower, but the petals remained.

"Dear Ferus, relinquish this one to me. You know I have generously given my blessings to the Wilds for quite some time." The voice of Muthmir remained calm and gentle despite the onslaught occurring.

She could feel the rumbling growl in her chest. The God of the Wilds lashed out one more time, shredding a few outer petals but not shaking the core of the bud. "The mortals gave me this morsel to pay for their thoughtless incursion into the Wilds. I WILL take my tribute, else the mortals will slake my anger another way."

Now, Mari was shaking from fear. Not that she wasn't scared out of her mind until now - the shock had numbed her initially. But now that she worried that her sacrifice would mean nothing because of a squabble between gods. She bowed upon the core of the giant bud, though she wasn't even sure of Ferus could see her supplication.

"O Lord of the Wilds, please forgive my village! I... I...." She scrambled to think of anything she could offer... anything, but to give herself over to the beast.

Muthmir spoke quietly to her, presumably at a volume that Ferus wouldn't hear. "There is a way to appease him. With the power I can grant you... But the choice remains yours. You can still surrender yourself entirely to the beast. You can even run. I will support your wishes."

Above all, she would not let Ferus's rage destroy her village. Running isn't an option her heart would allow. She took a deep breath, ready. "O Lord of Fertility, I accept your offer."

Muthmir instantly proceeded. "Dear Ferus, in exchange for your tribute, who will be my disciple, I will provide an heir."

The growls silenced as the God of the Wilds considered the offer. Although so few words were exchanged, there had to be far more implications than a simple mortal like Mari could understand. "Born from your boughs, or from your disciple's womb?"

"The choice is yours."

"The mouse, then. I cannot trust a creature made entirely from your power."

"Very well. Give me a moment, to impart my power to her..."

Mari sat with her mouth agape. Her mind started racing, but her inner thoughts were gently silenced by Muthmir's words, "Fear not, Dear Mari... I swear, there will be no pain in your service. Place your trust in me..."

Smooth tendrils began to embrace her, rising from the flower's core and brushing past her thighs. She drank in a deep breath, noticing for the first time the fragrance of the protective bud. She nodded solemnly as she forced the anxieties from her mind and put her whole heart into giving her deity the trust they asked for. Muthmir seemed to sense her acceptance, and began the ritual.

Muthmir's vines tenderly entwined themselves around her arms, lifting her from her kneeling position. The leaf cloak she had donned at the beginning of this journey slipped off, leaving her completely nude. More tendrils arose to hold and lift her legs, holding her suspended in the center of the floral dome. Smaller flowers and grasses began flourishing beneath her, growing from the bud's core. One fragrant flower grew larger than the other wildflowers, until it's pistil grew long and plump. The stem elongated until it bent from the weight of the flower, but then it twisted like a tentacle. Other flowers began to do the same, becoming the deity's appendages.

"Drink of my nectar. It is imbued with my power. And then.. I will prepare you for your coupling with Ferus."

A growing flower peeled back it's silky pink petals, the pistil approached her mouth, dripping a fragrant, clear liquid. She opened her mouth, and the tendril flower pressed its pistil into her mouth. She suckled on the sweet nectar, hungrily, wanting nothing more than to forget the terrifying thought of her first child being a demigod of the Wilds. The pistil responded to her eagerness, throbbing as it oozed more nectar, pressing deeper into her mouth. It warmed her body to her core, far better than any luxuriant bath or delicious festival mead. She squirmed in the vines' grasp, not to wriggle free, but from the mounting feeling of pleasure making her unable to be still. The pistil thrust deeper in her mouth, making her let out a smothered gasp.

More tendrils traced along her body, wrapping around her to support her better... and to touch her more. Thin vine sprouts arose from a thicker vine around her waist, slithering up her breasts and coiling around her nipples. They didn't remain soft for long, and those tiny vines found purchase around her hardened nubs. The sensation of that teasing made her writhe more, and her writhing made the vines hold her tighter, made the pistil thrust more nectar down her throat. As she thought she couldn't drink any more, the pistil deposited the last of it's nectar and withdrew from her mouth. The pistil went limp as it pulled away, but dripped a shocking amount of nectar over her body as it fell. Just how much nectar was it releasing into her mouth?

Another flower grew forth, this one already drooling with nectar, glistening like a rain-kissed berry. The vines pulled her legs apart with gentle force as the flower aligned its pistil with her womanhood. The tip parted her folds slowly, the cool nectar meeting the warm wetness that had been coaxed from her. Mari arched her back as the pistil delved into her, a soft moan escaping her throat. She hadn't had a lover yet... but even though she was being penetrated for the first time by a plant, no a GOD, this felt right. The pistil pressed all the way into her core, the abundantly flowing nectar making it easily glide in. The flower pumped in and out several times, thoroughly coating her in nectar. She whimpered when the pistil withdrew, immediately missing its feeling.

"You're ready now." Whispered Muthmir.

"No... no, not yet, can't you... do more?" She wriggled in the air, spreading her legs further.

"Don't be afraid... I've prepared you well. We must honor the bargain now. The nectar will make it pleasurable for you. But... I'm sorry to say, it may not last long."

Before she could ask what that meant, the curtain of protective petals bloomed open, returning her to the tree's chamber, and to the presence of the awaiting Lord of the Wilds.

Ferus was almost face to face with her when the flower petals fell away. While she had thought him a massive winged wolf, on closer look he also had tusks and antlers. No, now that she looked at him, she couldn't even call him mostly wolf. He was no one animal, but an amalgam of things that lived in the forest. Ferus stood up tall and stepped towards her as she remained suspended in a state of presentation. He took hold of her thighs in his massive hands, and she gazed down at the cock that had arisen between his legs. It was bigger than the pistil that had prepared her, a flushed red, and pointed at the tip. She was not given time to consider it any further as he plunged it into her seeping folds.

She yelped as he hilted her in the first thrust. She could feel his grip on her thighs tighten, protected by the vines wrapped around them. Muthmir held her steady as Ferus rutted against her mercilessly. A small part of her brain tried to tell her she should be afraid, this was scary, right? And the first time was supposed to hurt, the older ladies in the village had warned. But the Wild God's cock glided harmlessly - pleasurably, even in and out of her. So she silenced those fearful thoughts and thought only of the pleasure of sex. Her pussy clenched around the cock each time it hit her core, and her whimpers became outright moans.

As Muthmir warned, the coupling was brief. Ferus let out a howl as he met his climax, filling her with the heat of his seed. He rutted only a little longer, making sure he struck her fertile womb, before pulled out, leaving her writhing, dripping. And not quite fulfilled. Ferus himself was only slightly winded. While she wasn't hoping for any pillow talk, she at least wanted something... more.

Ferus turned his back, already stalking out of Muthmir's domain. "Just leave the child in the forest. Alone. The Wilds will care for it until it can join me." With the deal done, the beast spread it's wings and took off into the forest. The silence he left behind made her ears ring and her head swim.

Muthmir lowered Mari back down to the ground. When all the vines unwove themselves from her body, she missed their comforting embrace. She put a hand on her belly. She knew without doubt that Ferus's seed met her egg, leaving a demi-god in her belly.

"You did well," said Muthmir's sweet voice

"I didn't really do anything..." Mari said, and almost found it a bit funny.

"You made a choice and met its consequences bravely. Now, my dear champion... perhaps I can take care of your need a bit better now?"