"Please, allow me to seed you."

At first Myria failed to understand the request. “I’m sorry,” she said, cupping an ear at the plant, “what was that?”

Bowing low before the fallen goddess so that her green tresses fell forward to conceal her face, the nymph repeated her request. “Please, my goddess Myria, master of pleasure, desired by both men and woman of all kinds, I ask that I might lay a seed inside of you.”

Facing the plant woman, Myria crooked a thin index finger against her chin. “…I’m afraid I fail to understand,” she admitted. “Do you mean you wish to…impregnate me?”

Still not meeting the goddess’s questioning eyes, the nymph hesitated. “In…In a sense, goddess. What we plant women do is not quite the same as what would be done between a human male and a female,” she quickly explained lest the goddess take offence.

“Go on.”

Risking a glance up, the nymph released a breath she hadn’t known she had been holding, seeing not necessarily anger, but perhaps more intrigues on the faultless face of the goddess. The green skinned woman quickly explained. “You see, oh holy goddess, our method of reproduction is entwined into our seedlings. How we spread ourselves is by enticing animals of all kinds to us, as I did you. Once we have them, we subdue them with our perfume, and drain them for our sustenance.

“However, during our pleasuring, oftentimes we shall…reproduce. In order to spread ourselves across the land, we oftentimes plant a seed within our thralls before releasing them. The ones we have done so will carry the seed, which will draw nourishment from their hosts, until such a time when they have grown. And while they are joined, ah…such pleasures are to be had…”

Myria raised a brow at how the plant woman had changed her tone. Where before she had spoken with devout reverence (as was proper) she had now a musical trill to her voice, as though in raptures at describing the process of reproducing in others; she barely seemed to even recall to whom she was speaking, having begun fondling her breasts and gently circling the slit of her pussy. Myria smiled in mild amusement and continued to listen.

“And then, oh goddess, and then comes the time of budding. The seed will inform its host it is time by connecting to them in the most profound way, linking itself to the pleasures of its host even further, molding mind and instinct. Everything gains pleasure. Every touch rapture, each thought the warmth of love and desire. Then the host will go, under the yearnings of the seed and find somewhere it might be laid. Rich and fertile soil, where it might call others to itself to feed. There it is seeded, and oh goddess! To leave those fertile depths of the host for the tender cradle of the earth and soil…to know the ecstasy of being one with another, and the sorrow of parting…what could compare? It is the epitome of pleasure, of sheer wanton sensuality! More than mother and daughter. They are of one soul, they who shared the pleasures of touch throughout their bonding, then taking to one another directly. And then, the seed has left, and the connection broken…”

Slumping ever so slightly, the nymph sighed at the loss, one which she had felt many years ago. With infinite sadness, she glanced up. “Yet…such a loss is not so great. For knowing how to so intimately connect with another, we then know then how to share such gifts. How to entice and touch, coax and stroke to the heights of pleasure any others which come to our embrace. Though…none will ever be the same as that first.”

“Interesting,” Myria replied. “But I don’t see why I should commit to something like that.”

Shocked back to reality by Myria’s sensual voice, the nymph swiftly interlocked her fingers and, bowing as though in prayer, the green woman nodded ever so slightly. “Ah…well, my goddess, it is hardly a…a one sided joining. The host to a seed is well compensated.”

Suddenly intrigued, Myria turned her eyes to the plant woman in curious intent. “Oh?”

Smiling at having ensnared the attention of the fickle goddess, the nymph shook her head enthusiastically. “Oh yes my goddess! Those who have accepted a seedling gain so much from such a relationship. One which remains even after they have parted from their seed. Their desire for sex is doubled, sensitivity tenfold, and the host gains a – while admittedly much weaker than my own – ability to exude subtle pleasurable pheromones to entice others into their arms. And better for many, the seedling absorbs any essence its host takes in, acting as an excellent contraceptive for as long as it remains. A-and it is most assuredly not long in being kept,” she quickly assured Myria. “The seed remains for a fraction of the time as a human child before it will be birthed. And the rewards for such a burden are great indeed.”

“I see…”

Realizing more might be needed, the nymph lowered her eyes and bowed low once more, the closest she could be to prostrating herself before the goddess. “My…my goddess, I beg you, as one who has served you faithfully, might I be granted this boon from your divine charity?”

Pursing her lips, Myria pressed her index finger against her cheek. Though the alleged benefits did sound desirable, particularly to perhaps enable Myria means with which to enjoy her time banished to the mortal plane more completely, she wasn’t too certain about entrusting her body to the plant woman.