Choose servility.

The nymph shuddered and suddenly pulled her hands back. Myria stumbled in surprise at the sudden loss of the support for both fore and aft. When she straightened, thoroughly incensed, it was to see the nymph bowing as low as her flower permitted. “G-goddess,” the plant woman breathed somewhat shakily. “How might I be of…of service to you?”

Myria huffed, but was nevertheless admittedly flattered by the sudden servile behavior. Smoothing her toga to gain a moments thought, she looked down regally. “Well,” she began with a saucy smile, her hand grasping the edge of her toga. “You’re certainly in the right position to start ‘servicing’ me.”

The nymph looked up. The pale flesh of Myria’s thigh drew her eyes up and to the parted cloth, there revealing the pink flower of her pussy. Such a cue was met with a nod of eager understanding, and the green woman stretched forth a hand. Roots burst from the earth, twining beneath a surprised but pleased Myria to provide a comfortable seat for the coming worship, raising her legs and leaning her back. The nymph’s green fingers gently parted the former goddess’s folds. Both sets of lips met, the nymph’s aphrodisiac saliva flicking deep into her love tunnel. Myria threw her head back with a low groan, one which turned into a keening wail as the nymph used her thumb to gently massage her clit, even as she assaulted her increasingly sensitive depths.

“Aaaah…you’re ng! Good at this! Oh!” she suddenly cried as a playful root slid from her chair, snaking its way into her ass. Myria bit her tongue as the root swelled, filling her exquisitely. “Mmmm…very ng! Good.”

Taking a moment from her ministrations, the nymph dutifully replied “I live to serve, oh goddess.”

“And do a-ah-ah! Damn good job too,” Myria moaned, grabbing one of her free breast and clutching at the soft mound. “Keep it up. Ah! Right there! Oh yes! Fuck! Your tongue is amazing!”

Pride at such praise from the mistress of pleasure was no small thing, and the nymph attacked her subject’s pussy with renewed vigour, the root increasing the pace of its own thrusts as well. Before long, Myria cried in bliss, her juices flowing freely and directly into her servant’s mouth, who was only too happy to swallow as much of the girl cum as she could.

Myria slowly reclined amongst the roots in somewhat satisfied bliss, though her libido was far from sated. With a motion of her hand she indicated the nymph should continue her efforts. The once goddess leaned a cheek into a palm, watching the green woman’s golden hair bob between her fleshy thighs. It was a strange sight to be sure. A woman of flawless beauty reclining on a thousand thin roots, her legs drawn up as though giving birth while a green figure of raw sexuality grew from a flower and serviced her with eager abandon. The oddness was quite lost on the former.

“I suppose I will be here for a little while,” Myria began breathily, gently tweaking a nipple as she watched the eager efforts at pleasuring her. “So I suppose I may as well enjoy myself. Tell me, my dear, what’s in the general area that’s of interest?” she asked, making an expansive gesture with her hand at the horizon beyond.

((see notes for details))