Chapter Eight: The Grove

The Anvar forest was just as alive during the night as it was during the day. The sounds of singing insects filled the crisp air, the wind blew through the trees making the stars beyond the canopy truly sparkle, and even the ground itself was alight with the glow of hundreds of fireflies. Lafula and I were making our way through this picturesque scenery alone. We were supposed to share the same bed, but neither of us could sleep.

For my part, I couldn’t stop thinking about my encounter with the witch. The way I had let out all of my aggression as I rammed myself down her throat. The way that my friends saved me in just the right moment, once again driving away the shadow demon. The words that Erys had said to Velsa as he held a burning-hot blade to her neck, words and a tone that in retrospect made him all the sexier to me. And most of all, my thoughts were circling around the fact that I had actually prayed for my life. And not to any god or concept of god that I was familiar with, a god of this world. Of Teranos. All of these concepts and memories zipped back and forth in and out of the spotlight of my mind, and I could never get any true rest.

I couldn’t begin to guess what might have been going through the elven woman’s mind as she lay beside me, equally restless. Eventually, she told me she wanted to show me something, and had me follow her out of her father’s home and into the woods. I trusted her implicitly, as much as I would have trusted Seirke or Erys. So, I followed, and here we were.

“So uh, where are we going?” I asked, “I mean, I’m happy for the stroll, but you seem like you have a destination in mind.” I figured it was a fair question, we were going pretty far away from Auriel’s home by now.

“I want you to meet my mother.”

I blinked and nearly stopped in my tracks, “Are you sure?”

Instead, she was the one who stopped as she turned to me, “There is no person on the face of this world that I trust more than you. I would hesitate to even tell Erynessa herself before you.”

Hearing Lafula say this to me not only shocked me but made my heart swell with happiness. It was a pretty strong compliment around here.

“Erynessa has given me love and warmth in my heart, and Elenvell came to my aid when I needed her most, but you have saved my life… twice now.” I was briefly reminded of the comment she made at our first meeting, the thought of me had kept her from committing suicide. “The others may call you felai out of respect, but I call you felai because it is true. You are my beloved above all others, even the goddess of love herself.”

I nodded, “I understand, and thank you.”

With that I continued beside her as she led me through the woods. I was glad not only for Lafula’s presence but also the fireflies because the forest would have otherwise been harrowing to trek in the moonless dark. I wasn’t easily spooked, but this place could change my mind pretty quick.

Eventually we came upon a stream cutting across the forest floor, and Lafula leaned down to peer at the dark water. Because she had bent at the hips, she was effectively presenting her rear to me from my angle, a sight I rather enjoyed since her butt was very shapely. She stood up straight, noticed me staring, and blushed adorably before pointing.

“We should go this way,” she said, then started walking along the side of the stream and I diligently followed. She wasn’t just leading me though, perhaps it was because I had been staring a moment ago, but she was wiggling her rear a bit as she went, shimmying and swaying her hips ever so slightly. This definitely made the walk more interesting.

After a while of walking, just as my legs were starting to get truly sore, I began to see a faint glowing light in the distance between the trees. A pleasant lime green glow with a heart of yellow-gold.

“We are almost there,” Lafula announced.

“Is it that light up there?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied.

I wanted so desperately to just ask her who her mother was. The curiosity was eating me alive, but I tried to channel that excitement into my legs so that they’d carry me to the answer themselves. I figured she had a good reason for not saying it earlier, and apparently it was simply because she wanted to show me, to prove it.

Instead, I asked a different question, “Why doesn’t your father live with your mother? It must be terrible to have to live so far away.”

Lafula dipped her head slightly, “Me. They wanted to raise me like a normal girl instead of out here in the wilderness, and my mother is incapable of leaving her home. There was even a time in my adolescence that I insisted on coming here to live with my mother anyway, once the… bullying, as you have put it, began. But she, and others of her kind, are gifted with prophecy. She had always told me that I should remain there, and that my suffering would bear the most wonderful fruit.

“I did not believe her at first, but now I do.” She turned to look at me with a bright and flushed smile. I realized at once what she was implying. I was the fruit she was holding out for.

Without hesitation I stepped toward her and gave her a loving kiss on her lips. She whimpered into the act, letting her tongue slide into my mouth briefly before parting.

We continued the rest of the way hand-in-hand.

The stream was widening as we walked along and before long, we were alongside a small river and the glow was getting ever-brighter. Every here and there at the foot of one the many surrounding trees were scattered small patches of mushrooms. I only noticed them because their caps glowed a soft golden color that seemed to attract the bright neon green of the fireflies.

These mushrooms grew more and more common as we went on, and also grew larger and larger. At one point we passed one that was almost as tall as I was. I realized that these must of have been the light source ahead, and it wasn’t hard to imagine it. The larger the mushrooms were, the brighter they glowed.

At last, we reached a spot that must have been our destination. It was perhaps the most beautiful scene I had ever witnessed. We had come to a mossy cliffside that was overgrown with the glowing fungus, some stalks and toadstools were twice as large as the ones I’d seen on the way. They were framing a rather gorgeous waterfall that poured down into a pond below surrounded by soft-looking sand. There was also incredibly dense overgrowth in this area, a beautiful rainbow of flowers that carpeted everything. There were even a few flowers that were actually rainbow-colored.

This grove was well-lit, thanks to the mushrooms and fireflies, and I could see every detail like it was the middle of the day. But all of this beauty paled in comparison to the figure seated atop one of the moss-covered rocks next to the pond. When I saw her, all at once I understood two things. Firstly, this was definitely Lafula’s mother. She had the same aqua-blue eyes that glittered like the sea and even though her ears were markedly different than her daughter’s elven ones, they were still angled in the same way as Lafula, slightly downward.

The second thing I understood almost at once was what she was, and this was in part thanks to the stark differences between her and Lafula. Her skin was not as milky white and pale as the half-elf, instead being a smooth caramel color that actually seemed to sparkle like it was lightly dusted in glitter. Her hands had a very small amount of webbing on them, between the fingers but ending halfway to the first joint of each finger. She actually had fins as well, a set on each of her forearms, a pair at her shapely hips, and others that sprouted at her calves. These fins were short, maybe only an inch to two inches long, but they had a gradient of color that went from the caramel of the rest of her skin before ending in a sharp seafoam green. Her ears, too, were more like triangular fins that had the same color pattern and stuck out from the woman’s chocolate brown hair. She was a nymph; I was sure of it.

She looked absolutely radiant, and that radiance only got more pronounced as she saw our approach, specifically her daughter. I noted with interest that there were actually small spots of bioluminescence on her skin that lit up in her state of joy. Circular patches running along her body, two per limb, a pair just beneath her collar-bone, just below her breasts, and at the bottom of her belly, blinked rapidly as she stood up and crossed the beach to her daughter and wrapped her in a tight embrace. Then she kissed her daughter seemingly all over her face, ending in her lips, an overjoyed expression on her face that made her more gorgeous than anything I had ever seen.

“I missed you too, mother,” Lafula said, smiling as well. Then she gestured to me and got an embarrassed look on her face, “This is Alex, he is my savior, the man of my dreams, and most importantly, the man I love.”

I bowed my head, “It’s nice to meet you.” Thanks to my head being lowered, I didn’t notice the nymph approach me until both of her large breasts were in my field of view, and I felt her hand suddenly press against my cheek. Her skin was impossibly smooth, and her palm felt good as it caressed me.

But it didn’t just feel good, there was something else there. A tingling. The sensation was pleasant, and more importantly it was accompanied by perhaps the strangest sensation I had ever experienced in my life. It was the sensation of becoming aware of things that were not told to me, nor that I could possibly have known.

Just from the subtle movements of the nymph’s fingers against my cheeks, and the variable way the tingling sensation became more and less intense in a strange rhythm, conveyed knowledge and understanding to my mind. I knew that the nymph’s name was Melfula, she was delighted to see me, and that Lafula spoke a lot about me.

“Wha—” I nearly stumbled, but Melfula swiftly wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into a tight and passionate kiss, much like the ones that Lafula frequently gave me.

That kiss, like the caress from seconds ago, conveyed an idea to my mind in perfect clarity. The nymph mother was eternally grateful to me for saving her daughter, and she was honored to meet the chosen one of Erynessa. The tingling sensation was strange to feel on my tongue and lips, and it made the kissing experience very unique and enjoyable.

“What’s going on?” I asked once the kiss was over.

“That is how she communicates, felai,” Lafula replied, “nymphs cannot speak with their mouths, they communicate through touch, and to a much more minor degree, through the lights on their bodies.” When I considered it, that made a lot of sense. It was clear that she was a sea-faring creature ordinarily, speaking in the water would be difficult if not impossible. This was something that had never truly occurred to me before as a way for intelligent sea creatures to communicate in lieu of speech.

Melfula smiled and shifted her weight from one foot to the other, making her impressive shelf of breasts bounce lightly. Then she turned to her daughter and grasped her hand. Lafula looked intently at her mother, a slight smile on her lips. There was silence as Melfula communicated with her daughter.

Lafula’s smile widened slightly, and she blushed, “I do not mind, mother, but I would like to join you.”

Melfula seemed to reply by turning a wide and sultry grin on me, and Lafula turned a similar, low-lidded look to me as well. It was the first time Lafula had actually looked at me in such a seductive way, and it made me swallow hard. I was pretty sure I knew where this was going.

“Mother wants to have an extended conversation with you, and I think you will like it a lot.” Then, amazingly, Lafula began to strip out of her clothing.

“Oh,” I said, blinking.

The nymph pulled me close to her, wrapping an arm around my waist and yanking me until we were face to face. She licked her lips and then planted them onto mine again. Through that contact I understood that this was Melfula’s favorite way to communicate, and conveniently it would also serve as a way to express her gratitude for how I had handled her daughter.

“Wow, it is a really strange feeling to talk that way,” I said once our lips parted. All of this had been communicated to me in the span of the few seconds we had kissed, “Amazing, but strange. Can you do that too?” I asked Lafula.

The half-elf, who was now removing her panties, which looked like a sexy twist of leaves and vines, replied, “I am not able to quite yet. I will need to spend a long time practicing on someone before I can even come close to what mother can do.” Then she crossed to me, smiling, and blushing at my ogling gaze.

I was so floored by how gorgeous her naked body was that I had only been dimly aware of the fact that Melfula was stripping me as well. I felt a tingle on my chest expressing how happy the nymph was that I was so attracted to her daughter, and how much of an honor it was for Erynessa’s chosen one to have taken an interest in her.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, dazedly.

Lafula’s blush blazed a fierce red that made her look even cuter, “I think it is time that I properly introduced myself to you, in the correct elven manner,” she said, nervous but obviously horny. “Look at me, I am just as rude as everyone implied, discarding elven tradition so brazenly,” she joked.

A tingle surged through my body as Melfula hugged me, expressing to me that she agreed and would love to introduce herself as well.

I chuckled and smiled, “Be my guests, ladies.”

They both, in unison, knelt down onto the soft sand carpeted by vines and grass. Both of their identical sea-like blue-green eyes looked up at me eagerly. Lafula’s face was decorated with calm but delighted shyness, while her mother’s face was a study in mischievous intent that rivaled even Erys. The elder placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder, and the elf nodded, leaning forward to place her lips on the tip of my stiff cock in a loving smooch.

Feeling those soft lips on the tip of my rod was an extremely wonderful feeling. Melfula placed her other hand on my thigh and watched Lafula with a look of motherly love. I understood that she was urging her daughter to go slow, to truly drink in the feeling of my manhood, that the more she focused on it, the easier it would be to communicate an idea to me through its touch.

Melfula was trying to teach Lafula how to communicate through touch by giving me a blowjob. That was extremely erotic, and I was very on-board with the idea.

Lafula obediently smooched multiple times, tenderly and lovingly kissing my tip with soft little breathy moans that sent heated air onto my shaft. It would twitch after each breath and each kiss, showing its honest approval for the act each time.

Melfula encouraged her daughter to bring it into her lips, to pretend she was kissing it passionately like she enjoyed kissing me. In the meantime, the nymph had grabbed one of my hands and led it to her own mouth, sliding the index and middle finger of my left hand into it and suckling it lovely and gently. I understood from this act that she was eager to taste my member herself, not that I needed her strange textile telepathy to know it. The look in her eyes and feverish and passionate movements of her tongue were enough to tell me that.

This feeling was phenomenal to say the least, and before long, the two swapped places, the nymph mother taking my tip into her mouth and gently sliding along it, completely abandoning the pretense of the introductory kiss. Her eagerness was being communicated to me through both supernatural and perfectly obvious means thanks to her intense pacing.

The strange and delightful tingling sensation was also being transferred to my cock, and they called forth in my brain feelings of intense desire and desperation. Each second that passed by as her lips slid along my length revealed something new about Melfula and about nymphs in general. I knew that it had been a long time since she had felt the embrace of another, and she missed it dearly.

I learned that nymphs and other fey were to Erynessa as demons were to Kaz’ara. In other words, they were the daughters of the goddess of love. So, this meant the time Melfula spent without the contact of another was truly harrowing, and it also meant that Lafula was technically the granddaughter of Erynessa herself. This last fact was delivered to my mind with an overwhelming sense of motherly pride.

They swapped places once more, and again, the focus became instruction. I could sense that Melfula was not only teaching the girl how to communicate through touch, but also guiding Lafula’s movements so they would be most enjoyable for both of us. And to a very small degree, it was working. I wasn’t picking up any clear information, just general ideas like happiness and love, but there was a faint tingling sensation similar to the nymph’s just slightly weaker.

“That feels really good,” I said to Lafula, encouraging her bobbing head as it traveled along my length. “I don’t think I’ll last much longer.”

Melfula smiled warmly and I felt that was perfectly fine by her.

Lafula removed me from her lips and panted as she gave her own input, stroking me with her hands as she did, “It is okay, let it out in my mouth, I want to drink the seed of my felai.” Then she plunged herself back onto my length and kept sucking loudly and desperately.

I wondered if Melfula might feel left out but almost the moment I had the thought, the nymph shook her head. Apparently Lafula had already been extremely jealous that her own tormentor, the witch, had swallowed me before her.

Once this tidbit of information was revealed to me, Lafula turned a glare on her mother, but her fury was interrupted by my orgasm. A wave of pleasure shot through my loins, and I began to unload my cream into her mouth.

She was surprised at first, but quickly began swallowing everything that came out of me, careful not to waste a single drop. Even so, she couldn’t quite keep up, and some of my spunk began to dribble out of the side of her lips. Luckily, Melfula was right beside her and cupped her hand under her daughter’s chin to catch any excess that spilled out.

She must have been doing some very specific kinds of tutoring because Lafula began to slow down her gulping, allowing more of my seed to fill her mouth before drinking it, and then she kept pace pretty well. At the same time, I noticed the half-elf’s hips shaking, and even saw a spray of liquid shoot onto my foot beneath her. She just squirted. This girl just squirted from swallowing my cum. She was moaning between each of her heroic gulps, and in that moment, I felt the tingle on my member intensify and a surprisingly vivid idea was practically shouted in my head.

I love you so much!

The sheer intensity and power with which I experienced this thought sent a jolt of what felt like electricity through my groin, and my ejaculation became even more explosive.

This time, no matter what she did to keep pace, it was no use. Copious amounts of my cum escaped her lips to fall into the open palms of Melfula.

By the time my orgasm finally subsided, I was shocked to see how much of the stuff was in the nymph’s hands. Greedily, she grinned and brought them up to her mouth and began loudly and erotically slurping up the sticky cream. I noticed that her bioluminescent patches were lighting up and then fading in a slow, rhythmic cycle over and over as she drank. She, too, was orgasming visibly from the experience of drinking my seed. All the while, Lafula was panting and blushing furiously, leaning back on her arms and looking up at me.

“I heard you,” I said to her, smiling, “and I love you too.”

She smiled in a daze, her eyes becoming moist with tears, “I’m so happy.”

Melfula finished her meal and grinned at me. She placed a hand on my thigh again and I knew that she had enjoyed her meal and wanted seconds. She removed the hand and placed it on Lafula’s shoulder. The two exchanged a silent conversation and then both turned to look at me with those sultry looks once more. I was already at full mast again.

Then, still kneeling, they both shuffled toward each other and hugged tightly. Their breasts mashed together in a mix of color that made me think of Neapolitan ice cream. The only hint of strawberry, though, were Lafula’s adorable pink nipples.

Then they turned their gazes on me, and Melfula crooked a finger to beckon me over before taking the same hand and using her digits to pull open a small passage in the gap between their combined breasts, an undoubtedly lewd gesture. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what they wanted me to do, and the thought made me grin unintentionally.

I stepped forward and let the tip of my cock slide inside the marshmallow hell that was the breasts of this mother-daughter duo. Even in my wildest dreams back on Earth, in my most heated fantasies about girls I had a chance of dating, I never would have imagined that I would be doing this. If I had gone back in time and told my previous self that one day, I would be in a forest illuminated by golden mushrooms in the dead of night plunging my cock between my elven girlfriend and her nymph mother’s tits, my younger self would have asked me what kind of **** I was on. And yet here I was.

As my dick traveled into the soft chasm, moistened by the sweat of both women, I felt distinct buds of hardness like pebbles and knew at once these were their nipples. The feeling of their stiffness sliding along my sensitive tip and along the sides of my shaft sent shivers down my spine and made me audibly moan a bit. It felt amazing.

Then I started pumping my hips, and each time my rod grazed the lusty duo’s stiff nipples I heard Lafula squeak with pleasure and saw Melfula’s bioluminescent patches flash, which was probably her equivalent. I kept my hands on their shoulders to steady myself as my cock made its continual lewd journey between them.

In the meantime, Melfula had been communicating ideas to me, meaning there was a tingling sensation from her adding to the pleasure. The mother was teaching me a lot of useful information, for instance, the fact that it wasn’t just mouths in this world that could be stimulated to achieve orgasm. For instance, the breasts could as well, which went a long way to explaining why occasionally as I pumped my shaft deep inside their combined cleavage, I noticed them both orgasm at different points.

But this was amazing news, it basically meant that those hentai videos I watched where the girl could be brought to orgasm just by fondling her breasts was a reality now. Not just the breasts, though, it seemed like nearly anywhere I might have wanted to fondle or stick my dick was an erogenous zone if placed in an erotic context. Asscheeks, armpits, thighs, hell even the feet could do it. I didn’t think it was possible to be even more in love with this world than I was before, but here I was, head over heels.

Meanwhile, Lafula was also trying to communicate through touch but was just continually saying she loved me over and over. The words became the clearest when she would orgasm, but the general feeling was ever-present, and it was well-reciprocated. I would do everything I could to return the eighty years of love this girl had given me, no matter what it took.

Finally, one last scrape of their diamond-hard buds against my length was enough to drive me into another climax. I erupted between their breasts, effectively creampieing their combined cleavage. All the while Lafula moaned and Melfula shone as all three of us orgasmed in unison.

There was a gentle dripping noise that must have been my spunk oozing out from their cleavage and splattering to the sand and vines below, and as soon as Melfula had her senses about her again, she reached under and began catching the spunk in her cupped hands once more.

On a complete whim, I leaned downward and pressed my lips onto Lafula’s upturned and panting ones. An immediately moan shot from her mouth into mine as our tongues desperately danced together, and she orgasmed again almost immediately.

Finally, when my own climax ended, I escaped the soft prison and stumbled backward a bit, panting and sweating like mad. The two of them parted from each other, Lafula stumbling onto her rear like I almost had, her chest heaving from the experience of two rapid-fire climaxes. Their breasts were an absolute mess of creamy and sticky white cum.

Melfula made quick work of the sperm she had caught in her hands, slurping it down yet again. The mother sighed with satisfaction and turned her gaze back to me, leveling another Erys-worthy mischievous look on me. She crawled toward me, then took me by the hand and looked me in the eys. She wondered if I wanted to see something interesting.

“Uh, sure, I guess,” I replied.

The nymph lifted her hand and it lit up in a faint green-blue glow. Suddenly, a wave of absolute pleasure welled up inside me, eventually making its way to my cock. It was the rush of an oncoming climax, and there was absolutely nothing I could do to prevent it.

“Hya!” Lafula squeaked as a thick rope of cum suddenly shot from my tip and across her soft frame. Then Melfula grabbed my shaft and aimed the next shot directly at her, giving her a good splatter as well before sliding the tip into her lips. She happily swallowed this next load, her patches glowing in absolute bliss.

I was stunned, she had just **** me to ejaculate without even touching me. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, she was basically a demigoddess, the daughter of a goddess of sex. I was more than happy to be experiencing the sensation of a climax again, though, so I let myself relax and erupt into her lips.

All the while, she was communicating with me. She indicated to me that if I didn’t have such an important job to do, she would have been liable to try and keep me here all to herself, so she and Lafula could spoil me for the rest of my life. Instead, she would be more than happy knowing that I would be in the care of her daughter from now on instead. She needed something in return, however.

I blinked and she pulled off my length, grinning at me as her face got splattered with another rope. This was turning out to be my longest ejaculation yet, and it wasn’t even close to being done. She stood up next to me and stepped closer. By the time I realized what she was planning to do, it was too late.

Melfula grabbed my penis in her hand and aimed it directly at her glistening wet entrance. Then, lifting one of her legs and wrapping it around my waist, she guided my ejaculating cock inside her delicate flower. I was enveloped in such wonderful tightness and moistness that quickly began getting filled up with my hot sticky cream.

“What are—” I began but got interrupted by a sudden jolt of pleasure through my body, urging my ejaculation to continue. She hung her arms around my neck and shifted her weight downward, trying to get my length deep inside her. She didn’t move her hips at all after that, just keeping me inside her wonderful pussy as I creampied her. In the meantime, her bioluminescent spots were alight and bright.

The only ideas she seemed to be communicating with me while this was happening was a simple desire. A desire to be the mother of the chosen one’s child and to give birth to the progeny of her daughter’s savior. This would be the condition for letting me go to fulfill my destiny, and it was non-negotiable. She conveyed to me that my seed was extremely virile, and it would be likely that I would impregnate anyone I chose to engage in intercourse with.

If I weren’t currently dumping pints of my spunk into her hot cunt, I might have taken that as a warning not to engage in such acts frivolously, but instead the thought wouldn’t occur to me until much later thanks to the immediacy of this pleasure. The feeling of just ejaculating directly inside her without any buildup was strangely and wonderfully satisfying.

As it finally ended, I was briefly worried that Lafula might have been upset that I creampied her mother before her, until I realized that at some point, she had slid underneath us and was letting anything that oozed out from Melfula fall directly into her waiting mouth. She happily drank it and whimpered occasionally at the taste.

My legs couldn’t handle it, however, and I soon collapsed onto my rear. But our romp didn’t end there, as both ladies crawled up between my legs, smiling with absolute lust and thirst on their faces.

It would be another three hours before I would be released from the grasp of the lusty pair.