The Clearing

Grass brushes up against your ankles as you find yourself in a rather large clearing of open forestry.

No longer surrounded by the trees.

No longer a still piece in her chess game.

Only a good axe throw’s distance away from the plant girl.

Or a sword, to be more accurate.

She smiles at you, flaunting her nudity with seemingly no layer of sweat or even fatigue dampening her womanly curves.

But you aren’t smiling back at her.

“Run or fight. Either way, I will strike you down,” you declare, levelling the tip of the blade at her bare, busty chest. “You can’t escape this.”

“Mmmm, not as intelligent as he thinks he is,” Lilly purrs back at you, not making a move to defend herself as you take a cautious step forward.

Then another step through the grass.

“Do you feel the wind, hero?” she asks of you, her hands behind her back now. “I know you felt it when you entered. And you feel it now, do you not? It touches you, but you cannot touch it. Do you ever wonder why?”

“Speak your nonsense while you still have a head to talk through,” you snarl back at her, lining up your swing.

“I am the wind. I am the dirt. I am everything that exists here.” Her jade eyes confront your hazel counterparts, and immediately you are reminded of just the inhumanity of this monster given female form.

Those same eyes that saw so many before taking their last breaths.

“You cannot touch me, hero. But you can chase me.” Her smile widens into a cruel yet alluring curl. “You can chase me...forever.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“They didn’t either,” Lily tells you, again not taking a step as you begin to enter her range. “They looked for me in the forest. Shouted about what they would do to me when they found me, but they never found me. They chased the wind, you see. All day, and all night. Until their feet bled, and their mouths grew dry like sand. They chased me until their feeble animal bones failed them. And then....” Her expression turned a particular shade of sinister as she further explained, “The wind found them.”

You stop as her eyes flicker down abruptly, but not at your body.

Rather, they compel you to look between her legs, and peer at her hairless slit of femininity.

Already, it seems to be moistening, as if anticipating your nearing presence.

“What did you-?”

“I nurtured those poor, confused souls. Gave them everything they ever wanted in a woman.” As if on command, Lily begins feeling up her naked breasts, gripping the pale titflesh with such lustful desire. “And then they gave me everything I ever wanted.”

You grip the handle even tighter.

“I drank all of their liquids. Every last drop,” she giggles, her tongue teasing suggestively against her lips. “The rest I left to the dirt. Good, rich nutrients are so hard to come by through the seasons, and well, mammals don't just grow on tree.”

You remember the remains of those men.

Cracked ribcages and half-crushed skulls.

And that's just what was left above the surface.

For the generations of warriors that were made into little more than fertilizer, well...

The thought fills you with anger.

And wrath.

“But of course, there are ways to earn nature’s favor here…” she says suddenly, a coyness in her voice. “Ways for you to not end up like all of the rest of the meat.”

But do you listen?

Or do you simply go for the head?