Getting back on track

You were fairly skipping as you made your way back to Aegis and Indra, the rapturous dryad following you like a duckling. An incredibly sexy duckling. You snort at the image, rubbing your eyes warily: you needed sleep.

No rest for the wicked though. Aegis is mildly chewing on a succulent patch of grass when you return, the still-**** Indra only just beginning to stir in the morning light.

You turn to the amber-eyed dryad, who hangs on your every word pitifully,"Can you follow on foot?"

"Yes Mistress! I can be anywhere in the wood in seconds!" You smile at her enthusiasm, raising a hand to stroke her cheek and allowing her to nuzzle your fingers affectionately. You rather liked being the dominant one for a change. A queasy sensation in your belly reminds you of your place and you trace the pentagram placatingly as the nausea gradually recedes.

"Good. What about outside of the woods?"

Her eyes blink open and she uncomfortably eyes the horse, "I... don't know if I can keep pace with a horse."

"Oh?"

"B-but I'll try my best Mistress! I-I'll-" You silence her with a finger, stroking her soft lips idly as you think.

"Hush, my sweet servant. My ****. My plaything." Her cheeks flush a deeper green and her lips part against your finger, a hesitant tongue peeking out as if unsure it was allowed to be seen. You slip your finger into her mouth and she moans throatily, lips sealing around it as she begins to suck enthusiastically. Thank you Nybibas.

"So long as you can leave the forest without consequence, I am pleased. Will your grove be safe in your absence? I don't want you to keel over in the middle of something important."

Her brow furrowed and the suction let up as she mumbled carefully around your finger, "Awl Bwyab's pwopecp bew gwobe's bub-" you remove your finger for the sake of clarity, "Nobody knows where my grove is located, save for the witch. It should be safe in my absence."

You regard her slavishly devoted eyes, surprised that you actually care what happens to your newfound ****, "You're sure?"

She nods enthusiastically, "I'll go wherever you go, Mistress!" You really want to pull her in and just keep kissing her until the sun goes down again but you had a witch to deal with. You dismiss the Dryad into the nearest tree for now, her presence would be too hard to explain, haul Indra off the horse and lay her out on the ground. The venom wasn't quite out of her system yet, you knew because she tried to grope you on the way down, so that gave you a little time. Time to confer with your son and Master. The thought gave you a little incestuous thrill that you latched onto, closing your eyes and meditating on it, hands held to the warmth in your abdomen.

It wasn't all that unlike praying to The Rose actually, though you had to say you enjoyed this a whole lot more...