Better than a brochure.

Lifting her lips from the warmth of Myria’s cunny, the nymph turned her eyes upward submissively to the preening goddess above her. “Yes, godess. Well-“

“Did I say stop servicing me?” Myria demanded with long lashes fluttering as she narrowed her eyes.

Flinching and cowering beneath the strength of a gods gaze, the nymph bowed her head submissively, though still glanced up questioningly. “But…how would I…”

Sighing, Myria pressed the tips of one hand’s fingers against her forehead. “Oh dear dear me. Though I suppose I can hardly blame you. Your tongue is likely unused to this much talking. My dear,” Myria said sweetly. “Use your fingers.”

“O-oh. Right, of course. Forgive me, my goddess.”

“Mmm…” Myria leaned her head back against the roots of her chair as inquisitive green fingers parted her nethermost lips, smooth digits slipping inside and gently stroking her inner walls. A thumb flicked against her clit, making her gasp and wriggle at the feeling. “Ah! Yessss. Very ng, very good, my dear. Just like that,” she groaned while stroking the nymph’s hair with her other hand. Looking down from her throne, Myria gifted the nymph with a smile as she slowly began to thrust against the exploring fingers. “Now…you were saying.”

With some understandable distraction, the nymph endeavored to supply what was asked of her, voice becoming more connected and meaning clear as she grew accustomed to pleasuring the goddess, exploring her folds, guided by Myria’s gasps and cries as she massaged her love tunnel.

“Ah…yes, well…to the ah…south there’s a town. Called Salvadas, I believe. It’s a ah…a small town, from what I understand, ruled by a minor noble family. Knights, I think. It has a few…few temples to various gods. Being a…a knight owned town, mostly to…to gods of war and…and chastity…”

“Ah!” Myria gasped, arousal peaking at the image of knights garbed in steel and girdled by morals, only to throw both aside in submission and devotion to her perfect form, their tongues which had given oaths of fealty sliding across her ivory skin, suckling against the nubs of her teats, and praising her, worshipping her, turning their backs on the stuffy gods who had cast her down in light of the pleasures of her flesh. Her skin began to flush. “How…Ah…tragic, for them…gooooh…go on.”

“And to the north…there is a ruined old keep. I have heard from my sisters that there…is something gathering there. We’re not sure what. Something in numbers, though. Perhaps…an orcish raiding party, or bandits. They occasionally come out of the mountains looking for slaves. But we are not too sure.”

“And eeeeast,” Myria keened as the nymph found a particularly sweet spot, the goddess grabbing a breast and kneading the plaint but firm flesh while her other hand grasped a root tightly. “Is the, hah, mountains, yes. I know. I came from…there. I…Hah…hey,” the goddess frowned, looking down at the now frozen nymph. “Why did you stop?”

At her words the nymph seemed to come to herself, fingers once more stroking and coaxing the creamy flesh of the goddess with her dexterous, skilled fingers, delving deeper into her core in apology at the interruption. “I…ah…the mountain, goddess? I…well, the mountain? I’m only…surprised, goddess. Monsters are known to hide near the crags and cliffs in numbers. I…am surprised you did not meet one. It’s an area which knights and hunters will seldom go.”

“Monsters?” Myria mused with an idle interest, biting down on a sensuous index finger at a sudden naughty thought. Yes…she recalled them. Most of the gods despised the creatures, often sending champions or gifting heroes with their powers in order to smite them. Myria had never quite understood that. Such powerful, virile creatures, so many different forms and abilities, what doors such creatures could open to the world of pleasure, she had often wondered up on high?

“G-goddess?”

“Hm?” Myria blinked, banishing the image of a muscular creature with the head of a bull, body of a man, and hung like the former. “Oh! Yes, go on.”

Giving Myria a curious look, the nymph nevertheless dropped her eyes once more. “Ah…yes. And, finally, to the west there is the grasslands, just beyond the forest’s edge.”

“And?” Myria prompted. “What’s out there?”

The nymph dropped her head. “I…I must beg your forgiveness, goddess. None of my sisters can thrive so far away from the lush forests and…readily available sources of food. I know nothing of what lies in the grasslands. It is a mystery to even me.”

“Ah,” Myria noted in some disappointment, leaning back once more. Waving a hand, Myria dismissed the nymph from her duties of pleasuring her, one which the plant woman was surprisingly **** to comply with, trailing her hands across Myria’s milky inner thighs before pulling back completely. A long moment of silent consideration passed.

Suddenly brightening with decision, Myria sat up and swung her legs off the makeshift chair. “Well,” she proclaimed, dainty feet touching the soft grass of the forest floor once again. “I’ve made my decision.”

A feeling which could only be described as horror stole over the plant woman. “Wh-what!” she cried, even as Myria’s throne retracted into the ground. “Y-you’re leaving? Already?” No, no! But, then, how was she supposed to get more of that wonderful holy nectar, the green woman thought? That which only came from the goddess’s sex. She stammered and reached for an excuse that would compel her to stay. “Sh-shouldn’t you stay the night? The woods have many dangers as well. M-maybe start out fresh in the morning.”

Myria waved off the concern. “No, no. I’ll be fine. Thank you for all your help,” she told the nymph, throwing a carefree look over her shoulder. “I will be sure to tell your master what great aid you were to me. And to…reward him properly, next time we meet.”

“W-wait!”

Myria paused. She slowly turned about, irritation plain in her eyes. “What?”

The plant woman hesitated at the look, but was not deterred. Clasping her hands at her waist, the plant woman bowed her head, as though she were in prayer. “G-goddess, though I know it may be selfish to ask from one such as you, I…might I make a last request?”

Myria arched a brow, her curiosity piqued, coquettish nature working its spell over her once more. She turned about to fully face the nymph. “Yes?”