The spring belle

After being bombarded with people, I managed to slip away to find my group. Both Rhiannon and Mistle congratulated me with such supportive enthusiasm I felt a little overwhelmed. I thanked them for their praise and admitted that I didn’t think I was going to win.

“Are you crazy,” said Mistle. “You’re the hottest woman here.”

“She’s right, the people recognise your beauty and voted for you because of it.” Rhee conveyed.

“I didn’t doubt it for a second that you’d be the one to be crowned.” Confessed Fen. He looked at me with such pride, I felt myself blush.

The festival didn’t end yet. I was informed of the tradition for the spring belle to plant a blossoming flower in the Barkseal gardens. I was led there by the announcer from earlier. My companions and the revellers followed us. Coming to the entrance of the gardens, I was ushered through the gate and met with a magnificent sight. Flowers covered the gardens with a sea of vibrant and bewitching colours. The fragrance hit my senses, but weren’t overpowering to the point of irritating. I was taken to a small plot of land and presented with a stunning flower with pale pink petals. It was kept in a pot and the flower hadn’t fully bloomed.

I was given a trowel to dig up the dirt to make a small hollow pit to house the flower. I gently removed the flower from the pot, dirt still hanging onto its roots. I placed the flower into the new hole I dug and patted the dirt around it to keep the flower secure. I don’t know why, but I felt a small connection with the flower. In a new home but still finding a way to blossom into its beauty. Kind of like me, being in a different town to my home, but with the help of my group, I am blossoming into the woman I want to be.

The crowd behind me watching cheered and applauded at the spring belle planting the flower. I gathered myself up and thanked them for their praise. I was given a clean towel to clean the dirt of my hands. I met with my group and continued the celebrations at the local tavern, called the Budding Fancy.

I was given fruity tasting alcoholic drinks, which I found more palatable than the harsh bitter ales and chest burning whisky that the men in our group were drinking.

“How does it feel to be voted most beautiful woman in town?” Mistle asked me.

“A little unexpected. I know I’m pretty, but didn’t think that I was that pretty to become the spring belle.” I admitted to her.

“Well believe it, Elle the spring bell.” She laughed at the rhyme she had made. “Seriously, it’s deserved. You are the most beautiful here. And every man in this place has their eye on you.”

She was right. Many men in the tavern had been staring and openly gawking at me. Did all these men fancy me? Had they always, or was it just because I had become the spring belle, and the title along with it made me look more appealing.

That night I had been approached and flirted with men of all kinds, to young ones, older ones that reminded me of my father, making me feel uncomfortable at their passes toward me. Even a very elderly man, but I couldn’t tell if he lusted after me, or was just being a sweet old man. Either way, I rebuffed all of the men’s advances, clearly stating I wasn’t interested. It got to a point where I confessed that I didn’t find human males attractive. I made it known by kissing Fen on regular occasions throughout the night, that I was intimate with a wolvir. Some looked at us in disgust, some in jealousy.

I found that my friendship with Mistle was still strong, we laughed and drank together, even Rhiannon was welcomed into our merriment with open arms.

“I just think I felt intimidated having another girl in camp. I mean come on, you’re beautiful. And compared to me.” Mistle confessed to us. Rhiannon reassured her.

“You’re beautiful too, you know. I love your hair.” Rhee told her.

“Thanks. I just wish I had your curves. Maybe I would have taken Fen’s cock easier.”

Rhiannon looked shocked.

“What? How, when?” Rhee flustered her words.

“It’s ok Rhee. Mistle came to me about letting her sleep with Fen. It’s just a one time thing, she wanted to know what it’s like to be with a wolvir.” I explained to her.

Rhiannon seemed to understand more and relaxed.

“Yeah, definitely a one time thing! My poor pussy can’t take that monster again. I don’t know how you two girls get pounded by him and still want more.” Mistle blurted out. Rhee blushed heavily.

As the night carried on, we danced and enjoyed the social interactions with everybody. I found Mistle and Karl kissing at the bar. Looks like someone was going to get laid tonight. Rhiannon played with Smittens outside, Fen and I watched them as Rhee used a string with a toy mouse attached at the end as a toy. I felt the gentle cool breeze on my skin, Fen had his arm wrapped around me, his hand resting on my hip.

“I’m going to bed.” Rhee told us. She held Smittens in her arms.

We took that as a sign to join her but she stopped us.

“No. I’m, going to bed. You two still have something to do tonight.”

“What do we have to do?”

“Each other.” She grinned then took off waving at us as she ran, Smittens bouncing in her arms.

I found myself in a familiar situation like back in Haywood. Fen had me pressed up against the tavern wall as we made out. His tongue snaking in my mouth, I tasted ale and whisky but didn’t mind it. I reluctantly stopped him. I still needed to keep my promise of rewarding him for when he slept with Mistle.

“I want you to fuck me.” I told him seductively.