Poor Boy

The relief of shaking of his pursuer was still strong and Arthur felt immensely grateful to the woman who had saved him. He didn’t even think about fighting her, in fact, he dropped his sword to the ground. The plant-woman removed her hand from his mouth, resting it on his neck instead, “Well? Explain yourself~”. Arthur took a deep breath to calm his nerves, “I was simply travelling on the road when this… what the hell was that, actually?”. The woman’s voice turned hard when she said, “A beast. A stupid monster. Someone who should have known better.”. He decided not to probe for risk of offending his saviour, so he simply continued, “Well, whatever it is, it approached my camp and chased me into the forest.”.

The woman considered his words for a bit, then finally let go of him. Arthur turned around and noticed the woman was almost as tall as he was. She stroked the wall of the hollow tree and soon after hundreds of flowers shed a dim green light over them. As he could now fully take in the woman’s form, he felt the tingle on the side of his face again. She was everything he would expect of a beautiful human woman, just a bit… greener, with large leaves covering her shame and forming a bra but otherwise unclothed.

His eyes must have betrayed his thoughts, because the woman now giggled, “Oh, humans, almost died less than a minute ago and already horny.”. “Wha- I’m not!”, Arthur protested as his face flushed. His reaction seemed to amuse the woman even more, “Don’t worry, its natural.”, she stepped closer and let one hand wander from his collar over his chest and stomach to his belt, “We don’t usually wear clothes in this forest, you know.”, she said with a wink, “Don’t worry about the monster, you’re safe with me.”.

Arthur swallowed hard, for a second, he felt as if he had fallen into the den of another, different kind of predator. The thought left soon enough though, washed away by the tingle on his face. It would be nice to be free of these clothes. With barely contained enthusiasm, he stripped away all of his clothes, throwing them into a growing pile on his sword. Soon he stood completely nude in front of the plant-lady, his heart now beating for a different reason.

She walked around him, inspecting his toned body which carried a multitude of scars and general signs of a hard life. Her fingers explored the scars, “You’ve had a hard life, didn’t you?”. Arthur just nodded. “You’ve been really strong every day, haven’t you?”. Again, Arthur confirmed. The woman shook her head with a sad expression when she saw the cuts that the underbrush had left on him. She suddenly hugged him tightly from behind, sharing her pleasant warmth with him, “Don’t worry, I will take care of you~”, she whispered.