The Pink Pitcher

The creature slowly pried itself from the tree. As it moved, John could hear the sound of splintering wood and tearing plant matter. It hunched over on two legs, though still standing at two and a half metres. Despite seeming like a formless mass before, it now stood with a humanoid body. Moss and leaves seemed to form hair and fur on its body, more focused around its arms, legs, and torso.

Its pale green stomach was bare but its chest was covered and the leaves formed a puffed-up scarf around its neck. Try as John might, he couldn’t tell one way or the other whether the being in front of him was male or female, and their voice didn’t give any indication either.

“Mhh… Are they friends of yours? Or just acquaintances?” they asked. “Welcome to the Pink Pitcher, my little slice of Eden.”

Their speech wasn’t slow to a comedic or annoying extent, but it was quite noticeable, and gave them a disarming cow-like aura. “I, uh, thank you?” John responded, rubbing the back of his neck and feeling a tad out of place.

“So, what can I help you with?” Yarel asked.

“Ellie is looking for some Cahnvi; I thought I’d bring her to the friendliest and most reliable place for that,” Robin replied, smiling and leaning on the bar, only making Yarel seem that much taller.

“You have a silver tongue, but why don’t you let the young lady speak for herself?” Yarel asked, looking over at Ellie.

“Oh, uhm, yeah. Hi, so like Robin said I’m hoping to get a Cahnvi plant, though I wondered if you sold any other plants?”

John felt a presence close behind himself. “Yarel dear, put anything these people want on my tab,” a confident sensual voice spoke.

“Of course, Mistress Orana,” Yarel replied, with a warm voice.

He spun around to look who was speaking. As he did, his face was almost engulfed by a pair of mocha-coloured breasts. Typically, John’s brain essentially stopped functioning while he stared. His vision was filled with the woman's extremely deep décolletage, two supple orbs and a large gold chain which hung over odd green markings between her breasts.

A hum caused John to realise what he was looking at and his gaze slowly rose; a pair of lips smirked at him with amusement before he locked onto the entirely green eyes staring back at him.

While John was frozen like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, the bronze-skinned beauty raised her hand firmly but not aggressively and cupped his chin. She leaned down and effortlessly captured his lips.

Taken by surprise John didn’t consciously react; however, his body reciprocated instinctively. He pushed back a little, which seemed to be taken as a sign to deepen the kiss. The beauty removed her hand from his chin, gliding over his clothing until it reached the middle of his back, at which point she pulled him tight against herself, making him conscious about her boobs.

John enjoyed the sweet berry and mint flavour on her lips, and could taste a faint hint of ****. John was brought back to the situation after Ellie let out a wolf whistle. A tall beautiful woman had offered to pay for everything they wanted then kissed him without even a ‘hello’.

The woman pulled back and hummed in satisfaction. “Delightful. Come, you are my guest. I’d like to get to know you somewhat. Your friends can join us once they’re done with their business with Yarel. From what I heard your female companion was after some plants and I’m sure Yarel would love to show off their greenhouse. I’d ask Robin to join us while your female friend is busy but I’m sure she’d be more comfortable with him around and he can guide her up to us when she’s finished.”

While wrapping his head around what just happened, the woman didn’t wait for him to answer, draping her arm over his shoulders and guiding him away.

Robin let out a laugh. “Good luck, we’ll join you soon.”

The two only managed to take a handful of paces towards one of the trees in the bar before another interruption. “Mistress! I excused myself for a moment to use the powder room and you came to fraternise with, with…” a feminine voice chastised.

“Ræva, enough. Would you have preferred I sent you in my stead? If I had, you would have been instructed to greet him in the same manner. Of course if that’s why you’re upset, I can always order you to kiss him now, I wouldn’t mind watching,” The tall woman countered, her voice filled with confidence and gravitas.

A scarlet hue soon appeared, standing out against the young woman's dark olive skin. It was then that John realised the similarities between the two women and couldn’t help but wonder if it was because they were related in some way. They shared similar green-coloured hair and a beautiful dark bronze skin colour, and they had slightly similar facial features, and despite Lady Orana’s eyes lacking a pupil or sclera, the emerald colour was shared too.

There were noticeable differences, however, that gave John pause in his assumption of familial ties. Height being the most obvious. While Lady Orana was a head or so taller than John, Ræva was a head or so shorter than him. The Mistress’ horns were another key feature, twenty or so centimetre long curved wood-like horns protruded from above her ears.

Lady Orana also had bright green markings on her skin he initially assumed were tattoos, but upon closer inspection, they seemed to be indented into her skin and the colour was very saturated. Ræva held herself high and presented as quite formal but Lady Orana had a regal aura about her that seemed to come naturally.

While it didn’t have any bearing on whether or not they were related, the clothing choice of each woman was quite different too. The green dress Lady Orana wore was completely open from the waist up, almost threatening to display her nipples, if not for the golden hemmed fabric hiding them away. It was obvious she was a lover of gold by the amount of jewellery she wore: three thick gold bangles on each wrist, a golden belt around her waist, golden earrings and a large golden bib necklace, all quite obviously expertly crafted.

Ræva on the other hand wore more modest clothing, something you might imagine a traveller would wear. Her clothing was fur or feather lined, John couldn’t quite tell, and instead of bright greens and gold, her clothing was more subtle in browns, burgundies and oranges. There were portions of bright colour around her clothing, which made them stand out more, but they were limited to her sleeves, necklace and an odd belt.

The flowers in both women's hair stood out to him too. Lady Orana’s long flowing olive green hair reached down to her ass, adorned with several pink flowers dotted throughout. In contrast, Ræva’s messy deep forest green hair only reached her shoulders and was adorned with a single flower above her left ear.

An amused hum came from the taller woman. “Though I thoroughly enjoy feeling your eyes ravishing me, I feel it would be much more comfortable doing so on my balcony, where I’d gladly show you more, if you wish it.”

A stern, slow voice came from behind. “Remember what Sins this bar falls under, Mistress.”

A melodic laugh came from the tall woman. “Worry not, dear, window shopping only, with the possibility of some PG intimacy, I wouldn’t want to break any rules and risk tarnishing my reputation.”

Yarel gave a nod before turning back to Ellie. John watched as his girlfriend was ushered away somewhere, as Lady Orana continued to guide him in her own direction.

Lady Orana stopped in a small clearing, where she turned and easily picked Ræva up like a child, to which the still-blushing girl cuddled up close. She then spun John so he faced her and pulled him in, sandwiching his head with her soft boobs.

John felt his stomach lurch and a momentary panic as Lady Orana leapt into the air. They continued going up until John felt them land; he tried to turn his head to look around but was still encased in her chest, until she let go.

Looking around they were standing on a wooden platform connected to one of the trees, a walkway encircled the tree itself and bridges jutted out in different directions. Attached to the platform was a balcony which had pillows on the floor creating seating and a wooden slab created the table.

In the centre of the table was a small pillar, it seemed to be made from hay or some other fibrous material, bound with twine and string. Several pitcher plants hung from the fibrous trunk all filled with varying coloured liquids.

John and Ræva were both led to the corner of the balcony, where Lady Orana sat down in a comfortable and leisurely fashion. Ræva laid next to her and cuddled against her, and as John was about to sit on one of the pillows, Lady Orana grabbed his wrist and pulled him in her direction causing him to fall onto her.

John let out a grunt as he was pulled face-first back into the large woman’s chest. “So, boy, what is your name?” she asked.

John tried to push himself back up but the hand that stroked up and down his back didn’t let him. Instead, he looked up into the emerald eyes of the woman.

“Uh, could you let me go?” he asked.

She let out a chuckle. “I could, but I find this position quite comfortable, and I get the feeling you’d choose another spot to sit in.” She paused and sighed. “I guess, I shouldn’t really **** you to stay if you don’t want to, but it would please me greatly if you chose to remain, even if only while we make our introductions.”

The hand on his back continued to stroke, but he could feel the pressure let up, allowing him to pull back if he wanted to. He paused for a moment. ’I should get up, right? Wait, am I an idiot? I’ve essentially got a face full of boob, why would I give that up? It’s such a nice hug and I can feel that she’s got a little muscle on her abs too…. Damn, I’m so comfortable right now, it’s making me feel a little nostalgic for the times Mom and I would cuddle…’

He moved around a little to adjust his position, while trying to indicate it’s his choice to stay. He moved his head in a way that his head rested much more comfortably at an angle he could see the lady above him, as well as the pouting and obviously jealous girl at her side..

“So, uhm, yeah, I’m John…” he said a little awkwardly.

“Mmmh, nice to meet you, John, I’m-” the woman began but was cut off.

“You may call her either Mistress, Mistress Orana or Lady Orana,” the smaller girl interjected. Despite the aggressiveness of her words, her tone didn’t match, it carried a slightly warmer undertone to it.

Lady Orana let out a sigh, causing John’s head to move between her breasts. “Must you answer for me?” she complained.

The smaller girl sat up a little and cuddled tighter. “Of course, not only are you my Lady and as such shouldn’t need to introduce yourself, I’m fully aware you were just about to let this, this… him, use your first name in order to address you, which I will not stand for.”

Lady Orana chuckled quietly. “Such a needy, protective girl,” she almost whispered as she pulled her arm up, stroking the girl's hair before cradling the back of her neck and leaning in to kiss her lightly on the lips. “Fine.”

She looked down at John in amusement as he was enraptured by the tender moment they just shared. “Sorry about that, I guess you will have to address me as she’s asked. Anyway, back to introductions, you may call me Lady Orana, for now, and my adorable little pet here is Ræva. She is my steward, my daughter, and my concubine.” The last word was spoken in a seductive tone as she stared into the eyes of the girl in question.

Ræva’s face reddened once more. “Don’t say it like that! He’ll get the wrong idea!” she complained while burying her face into the lady's side.

“Fine. My lover,” the horned woman rectified.

“That wasn’t the problem!” Ræva’s muffled voice whined.

Lady Orana laughed. “I’m just teasing you, my sweet. Ræva is my ward, I took her into my care some time ago and we have been together since she was fourteen.”

Ræva’s red face forcefully pulled back in almost horror. “NO! Don’t say it like that! Sh-Sh-She means I’ve been her ward since I was fourteen, n-not the other thing.”

“Mmmh, I love you, my sweet. You are such an easy target, and you’re so adorable when you’re flustered and panicking,” the larger woman mused.

Lady Orana’s smile was infectious as John watched the two, but he finally spoke up. “Sorry to interrupt. Not that I’m not interested, but is there a reason you chose to ask me to come up here with the two of you?”

“Why I invited you into my special place?” she asked, causing John to mimic Ræva by blushing, to which the Lady laughed. “Sorry, it was too easy. Well, to answer your question… I haven’t caught the scent of a potential mate in many years. Initially, I planned to ignore you, but with Ræva excused momentarily, my curiosity peaked.”

She smiled as John thought for a minute. “My scent?” he asked.

“Mhmm, you have quite a strong scent, especially for one I estimate is no older than my Ræva. I find it curious that you have the scent of several human women on you too,” Lady Orana inhaled deeply, “and a dragoness mate. I also smell a fairy, though it’s not the scent of a mate… very curious indeed, but the most interesting thing is your scent itself. It’s hard to describe, it reminds me of a half-dragon, but neither the human or draconic sides are diluted the way a half-dragon would be.”

“I… what? Wait, so you’re a dragon?” John asked.

Both women rolled their eyes, and Lady Orana chuckled. “Yes, dear, I should think it’s obvious by my scent.”

John rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, I just have a regular human sense of smell. So I can’t really smell anything special. I mean, that’s not what I mean, you smell really nice and, uh, I, well…”

“Are you serious?” Ellie laughed. “We leave you for like twenty minutes to half an hour and you decide to snuggle with someone you just met? And you're blushing and stumbling over your words?”

“Hello, Lady Orana, thank you for inviting me up to your VIP balcony again,” Robin said. “I’m surprised to see you getting so… uh, close to my friend there, I’ve only seen you ever show that level of intimacy to Ræva.”

“Hmm, it’s a special case. He smells particularly enticing. Please, the both of you, come sit down. Feel free to try one of the pitcher plants. They are producing a variety of drinks you can enjoy.”

John felt slightly awkward lying on the dragoness now that his friends had arrived, but stayed in place, experiencing a feeling similar to when you’ve just woken up from a particularly restful sleep but you don’t want to leave the bed.

The others sat and looked over the pitchers. After a while of looking, Robin plucked one while Ellie decided against it. John took a deep breath and decided that even with how comfortable he was, he should get up or risk being stuck resting against Lady Orana’s chest for the rest of the night.

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