Interlude in the Gardens

Such a proposal would be nightmare material for you if it wasn’t for the past hours of talking about male genitals. Showing off your creations to sex obsessed monster girls, or anyone, would have made you feel like running away or sinking into the ground from shame. But the last two hours, combined with Tamarias friendly attitude and encouraging words have caused you to gain a bit more confidence. Plus, the witches seem to expect something from you, judging from Tamarias earlier words, so it might be wise to accept, despite the embarrassment, and perhaps you might impress the witches. Who knows, maybe they could even be convinced to help you with your adventure.

Still, you hesitate. “I don’t think I can compete with your creations”, you say. The witch chuckles at your response, then answers: “You are adorable. Why are you still so insecure? There is really no need for you to be so ashamed. Your creations were deliciously sexy and wild.” Normally, her words would make you blush heavily, were it not for the fact that you can’t blush any more than you already do. Or maybe it is the strong aroma of cheesy feet and earthly body odor in the air that is making you uncomfortable. Most likely both. You try to breathe shallower and say: “You think so? I mean… I am just a human, not a monster girl.”

“That might be true, but your imagination is wild and perverted, nonetheless. I think you did well, and I know the others will be impressed by your creative cocks as well. Have some more confidence in your creations”, the witch responds and breathes the smelly air in deeply. You take another shallow breath and sigh, then say: “Ok. I’ll do it. Just… I don’t know… please try to make it… not so awkward for me?” Tamaria chuckles again, then says: “Can’t promise that, but trust me, you’ll like it.” She then opens the door and calls for the coven mother, Edmortia.

The older witch enters the room, ignoring your nudeness, and investigates the mirror while Tamaria describes the specifications you made about your new penis. Judging from her reaction, she is a bit impressed, but also disappointed. “Impressive for a human, but too tame for my liking. Especially the taste of the cum. Stronger and slimier with a foul taste would have made it a lot better. But oh well. It is your cock, not mine.” She then touches the mirror and whispers a spell before turning towards you and saying: “Overall a fairly ordinary organ. With a few small adjustments to the formula, it should be easy to make. The potion needs to ripen for a night after brewing, so it will be ready for you in the morning. I assume you will be staying with us tonight?”

You haven’t thought about where to stay for the night at all, so you stutter a bit, but Edmortia cuts you off by saying: “Of course you will. You can have the room you woke up in. Your companion, that little alraune, is probably somewhere licking Zaimelas feet or cunt, so she won’t mind. Plus, you need to wait until tomorrow anyways.” With this, it seems decided, so you can do little but accept her invitation as you put your clothes back on. Refusing at this point could insult the old witch, something you want to avoid.

Edmortia walks towards the door, then turns around again and says: “We will start brewing your potion now. Tamaria, tidy up here and prepare for the evening. The sun will set in about two hours, so we will have the show after dinner. Don’t be late, or you’ll only get leftovers.” With this, she turns and leaves the room. Tamaria nods, then picks up a piece of dirty cloth and covers the mirror with it. Meanwhile, you notice how sweaty and smelly you are, especially your armpits and feet. It is nowhere near as bad as the witches’ smelly body odor, but you still feel very uncomfortable like this. You briefly hesitate, then ask the witch about a well or creek to get fresh water from.

“You don’t want to wash off your sweat, do you?”, the witch pouts. “After just starting to develop a little smell, you want to wash it right off already?” You nod and answer: “I just don’t feel comfortable being all sweaty like this. The smell I could tolerate, but I really want to wash the sweat off.”

“Well, you could always ask for one of us to lick your sweat off of you”, the witch smiles teasingly. “Some salty sweat would make for a nice treat after all the lessons. I know some neat tricks to make it very pleasurable without removing any of your smell. Getting your armpits licked by monster girls is a special kind of pleasure, you know.” Once again, you blush heavily, but reply: “Yes, I have had the pleasure with Vemaho already. But I think I’d still prefer a bath, if you don’t mind.” The witch shakes her head and sighs, then says: “There is a well in the garden by the vegetable patches. We pretty much never use it for bathing, but it is still clean water. Such a shame, but you’ll come around soon enough.”

After the earlier day, you are not sure of much anymore, but don’t answer her. You wash your body using water from the well, then spend the next hour naked in the lush gardens while you let the sun dry your skin, the flowers, small trees and vegetable bushes providing enough cover. Then again, you don’t think anyone would mind your nudeness here. Right as you dress again, Vemaho surprises you by hugging you from behind, her naked, sweaty breasts pressing onto your head. “You washed yourself again, didn’t you, mistress? Why?”, she asks with her sweet voice and shows a pout on her innocent, green face. “Your sweaty pits were so hot and delicious; I was so looking forward to tasting them! Why didn’t you wait for me to lick you for a while? Don’t you like me anymore?”, she says while gently rubbing your feet.

“I didn’t know where you went off to, so I went ahead and washed without you”, you reply. “Besides, my feet still smell quite strong, so quit complaining. I also have good news for you. You will get to see the genitals Tamaria and me created earlier the day. I just hope it won’t be too embarrassing for me.” The bubbly alraune gives your feet a sniff, then nods and replies: “I have heard it from the other witches already. It’ll be so much fun! I am already looking forward to your cock, I can’t wait! Please, mistress, promise me I get to taste it, please! My blowjob skills are not the greatest, but I promise you’ll like it!”

You cut her off with a wave of your hand and she returns to sniffing your sweaty feet. “I don’t know if I will use that thing at all, so no can do.” Vemaho giggles, then replies: “Trust me, mistress, you will. Feeling the hot mouth of monster girls is a pleasure you’ll not want to pass up on, not to mention our soft, wet, stinky pussies or the depths of our tight, sweet butts. You can have any hole you want, mistress, I’ll be your willing sex **** for as long as you want, just give me more of your, mmhh, heavenly foot stench…” Her voice trails off as she gets lost in another deep breath of your feet, then moans satisfied. You watch her kneeling on the ground with her nose buried between your toes and shake your head. How is she so obsessed with your feet of all things? Her cheesy smell is a lot stronger than yours, you can smell it clearly, so why yours?

As if the plant girl was reading your thoughts, she moans in pleasure again, then says:” Staying with the witches has done wonders for your stench, mistress. I can detect some new aromas in it that heighten the smell even more. Your soles smell cheesier and your toes have started to develop a nice, musky smell, ohh, it makes my honey pot all tingly! Combined with the salty sweat, you smell amazing. If only you would stop washing and let your feet gain a proper stench, monster girls from all over would be begging to smell you! Imagine your harem of willing sluts, all lining up to lick your feet and take your magnificent cock into their holes, even fighting over it… I need to put in some more effort to earn my spot, some monster girls are rumored to be so slutty and stinky. I have heard stories about dryads being super horny bimbos, minotaur girls with their soft, puffy milk bags or the fluffy, furry butts of adorable little bunny girls, mmhhh… Not to mention the sexual heaven that is a succubus or demon pussy, how can I compete with them over mistress? What can I offer? My sweet pheromones and cheesy feet are delicious, but what- “

You silence her by moving your feet away, then reply: “Stop talking so fast, I’m getting dizzy. Also, I don’t plan on having a harem of monster girls, so don’t mention it. Currently I am more worried about how to best support the human forces against the monsters… and surviving the evening.” Vemaho looks up to you longingly and a bit frightened, but you calm her by stretching your legs and offering her your feet again. This time, Vemaho pays more attention to your toes, covering them with sweet kisses and running her soft, wet tongue over them. It feels not unpleasant, you must admit. The alraune then looks up to you with her large, green eyes and says: “Don’t you worry about the evening, mistress. Everyone is looking forward to seeing your wondrous futa creations on Tamarias sexy witch body. It’ll be just fine. And with a large, meaty rod and your amazing feet, I don’t think any monster girl can resist you. You just need to have a little bit of confidence. Maybe some extra cheese on your feet could help? Perhaps Nakna can lend you some of her socks so you can see what it is like to have cheesy feet.”

You don’t answer, but she doesn’t really want an answer, instead diving back onto your feet, licking the salty sweat off them and suckling on your toes like on some sweet candy. You lean back, close your eyes and try to enjoy her licking as your thoughts wander around, worries over your village and the states of humanity mixing with smelly monster girl feet and Vemaho’s talk about having sex with different monsters into a disturbing daydream. Eventually, a voice sounds through the garden waking you up. Vemaho stops licking your big toes and says: “That was Caillinn. I think it’s time for dinner. You should come and taste her pussy later, mistress. I made her cry and gush with my tongue alone, how loud would she scream if she got your amazing feet as well?” With such inviting descriptions, you make your way back towards the farmstead.