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 lively shade of green creeps its way onto this tanned tomboy’s otherwise caramel coloured cheeks. “Ah’ll be ‘onest... Ah... didn’t entirely think this through...”

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

Beryl lightly nibbles at her bottom lip, pearly teeth pressing into verdant flesh. “Ah’m... not even sure wha’ ta do...” This (former) Wood Elf anxiously admits, those long and pointed ears of hers so nervously trembling and twitching, a bit of a blush spreading across their lengths as well.

The barbarian’s brow faintly furrows together. “Should...” Rather reluctantly, she pulls her head back and away from the bark-brown hair she had been nuzzling into... not too far, just enough to let her peer into the black pools of Beryl’s eyes. “Should I call Adeline over?” Krvavy gently asks, pointedly tapping the Far-Speaking ring nestled quite firmly on her lower right horn.

“W-wha? Why?!” Panic flashes across the Dryad’s face, those dexterous hands of her hastily dropping down to land atop her incredibly pregnant looking belly... as if trying to hide that obvious and eye-catching sight.

“Adeline has ‘Midwifery’ as a skill, even if she only has a couple levels in it,” Krvavy calmly explains, struggling to keep her own heartbeat under control despite her fairly even tone. “So she is more experienced with... this... than either of us are. Maybe not with other people, I really don’t known, but it is probably safe to say that she has helped some farm animals give birth before. And that could be –”

“Ach! Ah...! Ah’m not giving birth...!” The Dryad hastily – and quite indignantly – denies, growing more and more flustered by the moment. “It’s like... like Ah’ll be layin’ an egg...!”

“Close enough. But...” The Drakling takes a long and deep breath, so very slowly exhaling. “But alright. It’ll just be me here. I’ll... I’ll do my best to help.” That she can’t effectively push this responsibility onto someone even a little more qualified is... Well, it makes this much more nerve wracking, to say the least. “Here, lets... uh... make you a bit more comfortable first...”

A veil of verdant green sweeps across Beryl’s face, her oddly coloured blush burning brighter and brighter by the second. It may not be normal, to flush green instead of red, but neither does it feel unnatural. It... fits her quite well, really. “Ahh~...” Hardly more than a soft gasp slips past her parted, leafy lips... a tinge of disappointment audible in that quiet sound as this not actually pregnant Elf is so delicately lifted up and guided out of her Draconic lover’s lap.

The ground here is already quite comfortable, the rich soil perhaps not as tightly packed as it could be... But that doesn’t stop this area between and beneath the roots of Beryl’s tree from growing even more cozy, ferns unfurling their fronds in a respectful bow as mosses swell with life, growing into a perfectly plush bed. A few blue-green flowers even sprout around the spot where that Dryad’s body has been so lovingly laid down... much to her ever-growing embarrassment.

Krvavy shifts around until she is kneeling by her sweet berry’s side, sitting down on both of her inhuman ankles. That thick and meaty tail of hers twists around this former Wood Elf, hugging Beryl and giving that tomboy something a little more solid to lean back against, something not as stiff as bark or wood.

Nimble fingers decorated with lines like those inside a log grasp onto larger digits covered in black scales, both of the Dryad’s hands clasping tight around the Drakling’s right.

“It’ll be okay...” The barbarian whispers words of reassurance, her left hand gently gliding over the large and round bump 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.”

That tanned tomboy audibly gulps. “Thank ya, my dearest love...” She quietly returns, letting the corners of her verdant lips curl upwards... if just barely.

“No problem. I’m here for you.” With as much confidence as she can muster, Krvavy smiles back 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’s thin brow furrows a fair bit, her eyes tentatively forced shut. “Ah think so...?”

The beautiful flowers rising from this bed of moss almost seem to stand a little taller, their colourful petals growing even more vibrant and brilliant as a wonderful warmth enters the air, gentle and relaxing... Like a soft spring breeze whispering its way through a garden full of new growth... Like sunlight shining down from a cloudless sky on a pleasant summers day... Like a lover’s embrace freely shared under the shade of an autumn tree... Like a tender caress that brushes aside the fears and worries of winter...

A blue-green glow glimmers from beneath Beryl’s hesitantly lifting eyelids. The faintest echo of concern and doubt remains in those slowly shifting pools, but that pales in comparison to the calm certainty and boundless trust that fills her loving gaze. “Ah’m... Ah’m ready...”

Those whispered words are met with a single nod, the Drakling’s throat dry... but not unpleasantly so. Anxious as she may still be, Krvavy knows that everything will be okay.

Beryl’s slim chest rises as whatever she has in place of lungs fills full of air, the verdant nipples that cap her pert and perky mounds visibly stiff despite the warmth around them. Her grip on Krvavy’s hand tightens just a little further, the deep breath that she just took slowly hissing through her clenched teeth as she forces herself to exhale, shuddering ever so slightly. “Hhhhnnngh...”

Unsure of what else she could possibly do, the Drakling continues to gently and reassuringly rub her sweet berry’s firm, pregnant looking belly. Her black-scaled fingers twitch, almost pulling back as the solid mass inside of her Dryad... so very subtly shifts.

“Mnnhhhhghhhhn...!” Beryl’s flushed face scrunches into a struggled and strained grimace. “Hhh~! Hnnnghh~...!” Only for her glowing eyes to suddenly shoot wide open, caught off guard by the surprisingly lewd sounds squeezing their way past her parted, leaf-green lips. “Hhghhhhaah~...!” Undeniable arousal underlines her gasped groans, those tense sounds growing ever more lustful and needy with each passing moment.

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

The tanned tomboy trembles and softly shakes, heels pulling just a little closer to her body as those long and lovely legs of hers spread apart. “Hhhaaaahnnnhh~!”

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

“Hhnnnhhhmmghhhh~...!” Beryl can’t help but buck her hips, bumping that round and full belly of hers 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~...!”

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 force her forwards. Her mouth opens in surprise and... is immediately filled with one of Beryl’s boobs.

“Yhesssshhh~...! Mnnhhhhhhnhh~!” Beryl screams 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 forced 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 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 without a 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.

Nimble fingers, weak and trembling as they are, so delicately brush across the Drakling’s cheek... that arm barely having the strength to reach so high. “Ah... lohve ya, Krr...vahvee~...”

Those lazily whispered words calm Krvavy’s nerves.

“I... I love you too~...” She softly smiles back. “Beryl, I~...” 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, 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.

The Dryad pauses, blinking rather blankly. “Both...?” She doesn’t sound even slightly confident in that answer. “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 exhales, 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.