Seed of Life

Authors Note: This chapter might be a bit odd as the sex scene is focused on what is essentially Beryl laying an egg (a wooden one that is really more of a nut, but still). I understand that this isn’t everyone’s thing, so feel free to skip it if you find it too weird. I myself am not really sure how I feel about it, but inspiration struck so here we are. It is pretty wholesome and sweet, if that helps.

A deep, green blush fills Beryl’s face. “Ah’ll be ‘onest. Ah didn’t entirely think this through...”

Krvavy just slowly nods her head. It takes nearly all of her willpower to not make some sort of teasing comment. While that would be fun, it’d also be a bit cruel. Her sweet berry is already embarrassed enough right now.

“Ah’m... not even sure wha’ ta do...”

“Should I call Adeline over?” The barbarian gently asks, pulling her head back just enough for her to gaze into the black pools of Beryl’s eyes. She taps the Far-Speaking ring nestled firmly on her lower right horn.

“W-wha? Why?!” A tinge of worried panic fills the Dryad’s voice as she hastily brings her hands down over her pregnant looking belly, as if trying to hide it.

“She has a couple levels in being a midwife,” Krvavy calmly explains, “and has definitely helped some farm animals give birth before.”

“Ah’m not giving birth!” The former Elf denies, growing more and more flustered by the moment. “It’s more like... like layin’ an egg!”

“Close enough. But... alright. It’ll just be me here. I’ll... I’ll do my best to help.” Krvavy slowly exhales, starting to feel rather nervous now that she can’t just push this responsibility onto someone more qualified. “Here, lets, uh, make you a bit more comfortable first.”

Beryl’s blush grows even brighter, hiding her caramel coloured skin beneath a veil of verdant green. Her soft, leafy lips part slightly, but no words come out. She looks a little disappointed as she is delicately lifted out of the Drakling’s lap.

Plush moss spreads across the ground between the roots of her tree. A few blue-green flowers sprout around where her body soon lays, much to Beryl’s ever-growing embarrassment.

Krvavy shifts around until she is kneeling by her sweet berry’s side, sitting down on both of her ankles. Her thick and meaty tail twists around the former Wood Elf, both hugging Beryl and giving her something more comforting to lean back against.

Nimble fingers with wood grain lines trailing along their length grasp onto larger fingers covered in black scales. Both of the Dryad’s hands clasp onto the Drakling’s right, squeezing tightly in search of reassurance.

“It’ll be okay...” Krvavy softly breathes out, her left hand gently gliding over the large round hump of Beryl’s belly. “You’re a Dryad, tough and resilient. You’re mine, and I won’t let anything bad happen to you. So no need to be afraid. You can do this.”

The tanned tomboy audibly gulps. “Thank ya, my dearest love...”

“No problem. I’m here for you.” With as much confidence as she can muster, Krvavy smiles down at her sweet berry. That simple gesture does wonders for both of their nerves. “Now... do you think you’ll be able to keep a spell active throughout all of this? Soothing Presence could be... helpful.”

“Ah...” Beryl closes her eyes, brow furrowed slightly. “Ah think so, aye.”

A gentle warmth washes over Krvavy. Like sunlight on a beautiful summer day. Like a soft breeze that brushes aside all fears and worries. Everything will be okay.

A blue-green glow leaks out from beneath the Dryad’s hesitantly lifting eyelids. The faintest echo of worry remains in those slowly shifting pools, but it pales in comparison to the calm certainty and boundless trust that fills her loving gaze.

“Ah’m ready...”

Those whispered words are met with a single nod.

Beryl tightens her grip on Krvavy’s hand. She takes a deep breath, slowly exhaling through clenched teeth. “Hhhhnnngh...”

The Drakling continues to gently, reassuringly, rub her sweet berry’s pregnant looking belly, unsure of what else she could possibly do. She twitches slightly, feeling the solid mass inside of her Dryad shift by just the faintest amount.

“Mnnhhhhghhhhn...!” Beryl visibly strains herself, long ears quivering and waving around. “Hhh~! Hnnnghh~...!” A tinge of surprise fills her flushed face, drawn out by the noises emerging past her parted lips. “Hhghhhhaah~...!” Embarrassment and shame fill her gasped groans, growing ever more lewd and lustful as they slowly shift more towards being... moans.

Mirroring her sweet berry, Krvavy’s own face has gone as red as her hair. This... isn’t quite what she expected.

“Hhhaaaahnnnhh~!”

The Drakling’s dick throbs, gradually rising up into a thick and stiff pillar. Much to her embarrassment.

“Hhnnnhhhmmghhhh~...!” Beryl’s hips buck, bumping her round and full belly into the barbarian’s hand. Lewd juices squirt out from her swollen slit. “Nnmmhhggghhhhh~...!” She twitches and moans as four vines sprout from her back.

Krvavy tenses as the two tendrils nearest to her coil and wrap around her body. One vine clings to her hips like a belt, twisting up and around her midsection. The other reaches around her shoulders, above one arm and below the other, resting between her pale breasts like a rather firm and tight sash.

The tanned tomboy’s caramel coloured chest heaves. “Mnnnnnghhhhhhhnhh~!” Her pert and perky tits jiggle as she convulses and shudders. The leaf-green areola that cap those mounds swell and grow puffy, the nipples stiffening into nubs that point up into the canopy above. “Pllheeeaashhh~...!” Her slurred voice gasps out.

Krvavy’s eyes go wide as beads of a cloudy, green-gold liquid leaks from those exotically coloured nipples like the morning dew. Her brow shoots up even further as a third vine splits open and immediately latches onto one of the Dryad’s own tits, squeezing and massaging and... milking it...

Distracted by that sight, Krvavy is caught completely off guard as the vines wrapping around her body **** her forwards. Her mouth opens in surprise and... is immediately filled with one of Beryl’s boobs.

“Yhesssshhh~...! Mnnhhhhhhnhh~!” Beryl screams out in euphoric bliss as her Draconic lover’s lewd instincts kick in, suckling and nibbling on her puffy green nipple.

A sweet, fruity, and incredibly fulfilling flavour fills Krvavy’s mouth. Her increasingly hazy mind can hardly comprehend just how amazing it tastes. Her tongue tingles as its tapered tip trails over Beryl’s areola. Bliss spreads throughout her entire being, gently washing over her in waves as she gulps and gulps down her Dryad’s delicious nectar.

The fourth and final vine finds its purpose, splitting open and lunging at the Drakling’s dick.

“Hnngh~!” Krvavy jumps in surprise, her carnivorous teeth digging into the soft and yielding titflesh jammed into her mouth. “Hhnnh~!” She shudders as her swollen cockhead is **** inside of the inhumanly tight vine. Her shaft is caressed and squeezed by the three grippers. Euphoric pleasure surrounds the very tip of her colossal cock.

“Hhhnghh~! Mmnnnghhhhhhnhmhn~!” Beryl bucks and thrashes in ecstasy, gasping and moaning as if her needy pussy was being filled and fucked. “Yhh~! YHEEEAASSSH~!” She screams in bliss as the undulating insides of her vine engulf more and more of Krvavy’s cock, swallowing the first ridge. “Hhhsshhmmmmnh~!”

The Dryad’s swollen belly contracts.

Quickly losing herself to this heavenly bliss, Krvavy doesn’t consciously realize that her left hand has slipped down from its reassuring perch. Slick and undoubtedly sweet juices coat her fingers as she, by instinct, slips them between Beryl’s soaked and swollen petals.

The former Elf’s love tunnel squeezes and constricts around those invading digits, but is far too wet to stop them from curling into one of her most sensitive of spots.

“AAHHHHHMMMHHHGHH~!” The tomboyish Dryad’s euphoric screams and ecstatic shouts echo around her grove. The branches above rustle and shake in time with each orgasmic quiver and convulsion that wracks her glistening body. “HHHNNMMHHHHHAA~!”

“Hhghhh~!” Krvavy, likewise, moans around the puffy nipple filling her mouth. A rejuvenating warmth swirls through her lust-addled mind, resting lightly in her stomach. Her cock shudders and throbs as the tight vine-pussy swallows down her final ridge. Soon, the three grippers spread out around the root of her rigid rod, one reaching up towards her muscled abs and the other two grasping around the base of her hefty sack. “Hhhhgh~!”

That lewd vine massages the entirely of her length. Its insides, faintly but noticeably ribbed, undulate and roll as it pulls and tugs and sucks and does its very best to draw more and more of that Draconic dick into its inhumanly tight depths.

Being just a mere mortal, Krvavy is helpless to resist that overwhelming bliss. Her full sack clenches up against her body, against two-thirds of the splayed vine. Her clawed toes curl. The fingers of one hand shudder and twitch inside of her sweet berry, while the others squeeze around the hands holding tightly onto her own.

“YYHHHEEEEEEAAHHHSHHHNNNHGHHHMN~!” Beryl’s near incoherent screams mingle with her moans, forming a beautiful chorus despite how discordant and shrill they truly are.

The Drakling’s dick throbs, swelling even further inside of its and constricting prison.

Bliss burns away at Krvavy’s conscious mind as spurt after spurt of her thick and virile seed fill the hungry vine-pussy.

She hardly even notices as something hard bumps into her invading fingers. A much more literal Seed.

Krvavy’s cock shudders, shooting more and more creamy cum out into the inhuman hole engulfing its length. Utter euphoria swirls through her hazy and near blank mind.

Her shaky fingers slowly retreat, closely followed by a solid bundle of life and magic.

“HGHHHHMNNAAHHN~!” Beryl’s body thrashes, hips bucking wildly into the air. “NHHGHA~! AHhhHNNNH~!”

Without a thought in her head, Krvavy’s soaked and slick fingers find themselves a new target.

“AHHNGHHHMNHNGHNHN~!” The Dryad’s increasingly hoarse voice wavers and shudders and convulses as much as her body. More and more pleasure assails her sweat slickened form. Her tight love tunnel is stretched and spread around a thick and girthy Seed. Her sensitive vine-pussy is likewise stretched to its limit, filled with the creamy cum she loves so much. All while the greatest love in her life assails the stiff and pointy nub of her clit, rubbing and rolling it between fingers wet with her own lewd liquids.

The air around both Dryad and Drakling crackles with energy. A breeze blows in from nowhere, carrying with it an assortment of blue and green petals. The branches rustle and dance. The roots buckle and bend. Steamy mist caresses their contrasting skin.

“HNNHHHHA–~!” Beryl’s euphoric screams cut off in an instant.

A stifling silence reigns throughout her grove.

Not even the beating of Krvavy’s heart is audible in her ears.

Everything is still. Motionless. Frozen in time.

“–AAAAHHMMGHH~!” Everything comes crashing back in at once. The sound, the breeze. The blissful ecstasy. And amongst it all is the soft thud of something heavy, something precious, dropping onto soft moss. “Hhhnnhhnhhhh~...”

Weak, laboured panting fills the air, interspersed with the occasional moan as Krvavy slowly, gradually, comes back to her senses. A wet pop echoes out as the Drakling reluctantly pulls her lips away from the delicious nipple she had been suckling on.

The grove is dim, but not dark. The waterfalls and rivers around its border glow faintly with the magic of life. Delicate starlight filters in through the leafy branches above, flickering with the breeze. But brightest of all are the flowers sprouting around a rounded wooden object resting between Beryl’s shuddering thighs, their blue-green petals glowing softly.

A sweet, fruity flavour still fills Krvavy’s mouth, even as her throat goes dry.

The Seed looks... almost like an almond out of its shell. It is the same dark brown colour as Beryl’s hair, and has the same ridged bark texture as her tree. Just... smoother. It is large and round, bigger than the Dryad’s head, and shaped... quite like a chickens egg, in all honesty.

The four vines reaching from Beryl’s back all shudder in unison, but otherwise remain unmoving. Two still cling to the barbarian’s body, one is still latched onto the Dryad’s other tit, and one is still stretched around Krvavy’s cock.

“Myyh... Myy... Dearhh...essht... Lohhvhe...” Those slurred and shaky words ooze love and affection, drawing the Drakling’s gaze up towards Beryl’s flushed face. The glow of her half-lidded eyes slowly fades away, taking with it the relaxing and calming warmth that has been emanating from her this whole time.

Krvavy’s heart beats ever faster. Her tongue feels clumsy and sluggish. Her mind races, struggling to process everything that has happened this past week, this evening, this very moment.

“Ah... lohve ya, Krr...vahvee~...”

Those lazily whispered words calm Krvavy’s nerves.

“I... I love you too~...” She softly smiles back. A certain question dances on her tongue, but before she can voice it the vines around her body clumsily pull her in.

“Mwwhm~...” Green lips press against pale as the exhausted Dryad embraces her Draconic lover. There may not be much energy in this kiss, but it is full of passion nonetheless.

Strong hands glide across caramel skin, sliding over still shaking shoulders and slowly trailing downwards. Weak and quivering hands mirror those movements, caressing pale skin and black scales alike.

“Mhhhmn~...” Beryl lightly moans into the barbarian’s mouth as curious fingers brush over the bases of the four vines sprouting from her back. “Hhahhh~...” She quietly gasps out, shakily pulling back from the kiss.

Krvavy gently brushes a stray strand of hair away from her sweet berry’s face. “You’ll be sleeping out here tonight, huh...?”

The Dryad simply nods her head, chest still heaving with each heavy breath she takes.

“Then I’ll stay here as well.” Krvavy states with a calm certainty, her hands making their way back up the tanned tomboy’s body. “Even if you need to be inside of your tree. I’ll be right here. Waiting for you.” Her fingers glide through the brunette’s tussled hair. Those cute antlers really do feel like branches...

“Tha’...” Beryl starts and stops, shaking her head. “Ah’ll stay out ‘ere... wit’ ya.” A wide smile fills her faintly flustered face as her quivering hands once more find certainty in Krvavy’s grip. “Ah’m... close enough and... Ah’d rather be in yer embrace~...”

“Such a flirt~...” The barbarian playfully rolls her eyes, before glancing down at the vine still latched onto Beryl’s tit. And then the one still engulfing her shaft, even as it ever so slowly softens. “Can you... retract these? Don’t want to get all tangled up in them.”

The tanned tomboy’s green blush returns to her cheeks. “Aye...” She winces, twitching slightly, as her swollen nipple pops free. A small trickling rivulet of nectar drips down her chest.

Krvavy bites her bottom lip and, after just a moments thought, gives into temptation. Her inhuman tongue pokes past her parted lips as she leans her head in, licking up that sweet and delicious liquid.

Beryl turns her increasingly flushed face away, trying to hide her shame. And her joy.

“Mmmh~...!” The Drakling plants a gentle kiss on the puffy green nipple before lifting her head back up. “Do all Dryad’s produce nectar like that~?” She playfully asks, smiling even wider as she bluntly clarifies her question. “From their tits~?”

“It... needs ta come from our bodies... or our trees...” Beryl softly replies, the black pools of her eyes lifting up to meet Krvavy’s gaze. They’re a bit harder to read than before, but not by much. Affection and lust fill those dark orbs, as does a tinge of embarrassment. “So... aye, we can. Our vines are... usually used though...”

“Alright... and speaking of your ‘vines’~...” Krvavy gestures downwards, pointing at the fourth and final of those green tendrils. It is still holding onto her cock, even after the other three have retreated and retracted. Bringing attention towards that vine causes it to twitch slightly, which in turn sends gentle jolts of pleasure through the colossal cock that it is keeping from going completely soft.

“R-right...” Beryl’s blush deepens as she slowly begins to pull that vine back. She faintly gasps as each ridge pops out of that tight and constricting tube. Weak tremors rock her exhausted body. Her pussy, flushed a similar shade of green as her face, quivers as a lewd liquid leaks down her toned and trembling thighs. She licks her lips and sighs forlornly as the Drakling’s semi-soft shaft is finally fully free.

Krvavy watches that vine slowly pull back into Beryl’s body. Is it just her imagination, or was that one a little more swollen than the other four? “So... those are like extra mouths, yeah? Can you taste with them~?”

Bit by bit, Beryl’s embarrassment fades away. She is just too tired and worn out to truly care. “Aye...” She responds with a sigh.

As much as the barbarian would love to keep teasing her sweet berry, she is genuinely curious about all of this. “Do they lead to your stomach, or is it just magic?” Her scaled fingers gently, almost hesitantly, touch Beryl’s belly. It is tight and taut. Just like normal. As if absolutely nothing had happened.

“Both...? Ah... don’t know.”

Krvavy turns her head to the side, staring at the large Seed that was, just minutes ago, inside of her tomboy’s womb. If she hadn’t seen for herself just how pregnant Beryl looked... “We should put this inside of your tree, yeah...?”

“Aye, my dearest love.” Beryl breathes out, giving the barbarian’s hand one last squeeze before letting go of it.

The Drakling idly nods her head, barely paying attention to her sweet berry’s words. As delicately and carefully as she can, Krvavy picks up the wooden Seed. It has a fair bit of weight to it. She... doesn’t really know how to feel about this thing. About what it represents.

“Ya don’t need ta be so gentle wit’ tha’~.” Beryl smiles up at her Draconic lover, dark eyes brimming with amusement. “It’s not an egg. The whole thing is solid all the way through.”

Krvavy doesn’t respond to that, simply lifting the Seed up into the air with as much care and caution as she can spare. A sizable hole still rests partway up the thick trunk of Beryl’s tree, marking where the Dryad emerged. With a quick glance towards said Dryad, Krvavy delicately places this precious bundle of life and magic inside of that hole. Wood and bark shift, sealing the Seed away as soon as the Drakling’s arms pull back.

“Thanks... fer bein’ so understandin’.” The tanned tomboy gently breathes out, relaxing as she is pulled into Krvavy’s embrace. “Eirlys and Ah wanted ta start a family once, but never got the chance... because Ah –”

“Shhh...” The barbarian softly shushes her sweet berry. “Enough has happened today. We can... talk in the morning.”

“Aye, alright.” Beryl nods, before reaching a finger up and tapping a finger against the Far-Speaking ring nestled on Krvavy’s horn. “But ya should use this ta tell the others tha’ Ah’m... back. Just so they don’t need ta keep worryin’. Though... maybe they could wait until mornin’ before... before comin’ over? Ah’m... a bit too tired fer all the ‘ugs Khalia and Adeline’d give me...”

“Right...” Krvavy sighs, closing her eyes and focusing her thoughts towards her other girls. Towards Inanna specifically. The Dwarf, ever calm and steady, will be the easiest one to explain this to.