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 fresh air fills... whatever she has in place of lungs, this changed body of hers not too different from what she had before. 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 as she does so. “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 big hand. Slick juices squirt free from her swollen slit, lewd liquids gushing past her green-tinted lower lips in a way not unlike an intense orgasm, yet different all the same. “Nnmmhhggghhhhh~...!” Her spine suddenly arches, four vines slithering out from beneath her back.

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

The tanned tomboy twitches and trembles, her caramel coloured chest heaving with each heavy and laborious breath she struggles to take. “Mnnnnnghhhhhhhnhh~!” Those perfectly pert and perky tits of hers jiggle and shake with every little movement she makes. The leaf-green areola that crown her more modest mounds swell and grow puffy, the nipples stiffening into noticeable nubs that point up to the canopy above, a little larger than they have ever been before. “Pllheeeaashhh~...!”

Krvavy’s eyes go wide as beads of a cloudy, green-gold liquid leaks from those exotically coloured nipples, like the morning dew gathering on a lush leaf. 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 the other of Beryl’s boobs.

“Yhesssshhh~...! Mnnhhhhhhnhh~!” That newly made Dryad so blissfully screams as her Draconic lover’s lewd instincts kick in, a hungry mouth shamelessly suckling on and impatiently nibbling at her puffy green nipple. “YhhsssshhhH~...!”

A sweet and fruity flavour fills Krvavy’s mouth, delicious and so incredibly fulfilling. Her increasingly hazy mind can hardly comprehend just how amazing it tastes. Her tongue tingles as its tapered tip trails across Beryl’s pebbly areola, lapping up all the dewdrops it can. Euphoric bliss spreads throughout her entire being, washing over her in gentle waves as she gulps and gulps and gulps down her Dryad’s delightfully delectable nectar.

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

“Hnngh~!” Krvavy jumps in surprise, her carnivorous teeth sinking into the soft and yielding titflesh jammed into her mouth. “Hhnnh~!” She shudders as a tight and tiny ring presses against her turgid tip, that lewd vine-pussy slowly spreading around her swollen cockhead as it forces itself further forward, struggling to swallow even just her flared crown. A clingy, caressing pleasure soon surrounds almost the entirety of that truly colossal cock, three separate grippers textured like exaggerated fingerprints squeezing down around her oversized shaft.

“Mmnnnghhhhhhnhmhn~! Hhhnghh~!” Beryl’s upper back weighs heavily on her Draconic lover’s meaty tail, tone thighs erratically trembling as ecstasy wracks through her rather gravid looking body, that tomboy gasping and moaning as if her needy pussy was being filled and fucked. “Yhh~! YHEEEAASSSH~!” Her head jerks back, a euphoric scream tearing free from her throat as the undulating insides of her vine engulf more and more of Krvavy’s cock, bud-like bumps clenching around that first flared ridge. “Hhhsshhmmmmnh~!”

The Dryad’s swollen belly suddenly 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, guided by instinct alone, slips them between Beryl’s soaked and swollen petals.

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

“AAHHHHHMMMHHHGHH~!” The tomboyish Dryad’s ecstatic shouts and euphoric screams echo around her grove. The branches above rustle and shake in time with each intense orgasm that wracks her beautifully glistening body, petals and leaves of every shade from blue to green quivering and convulsing alongside her. “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 an inhumanly tight vine-pussy swallows down her final ridge. Soon, those three caressing grippers spread out around the root of her rigid rod, one reaching towards her muscled abs while the other two grasp around the base of her hefty sack. “Hhhhgh~!”

That lewd vine massages the entirety of her length, squeezing and sucking with such a desperate need. Its insides undulate and roll around, grinding its bumpy and ribbed walls against that swollen, shuddering shaft... pulling and tugging and doing its very best to draw more and more of this Drakling’s dick into its bottomless depths.

Being just a mere mortal, Krvavy is helpless in the face of this intense and overwhelming bliss, utterly unable to resist those hot and heavenly pleasures. Her full sack clenches up against her body, against two-thirds of the splayed vine. Her clawed toes curl, pressing into the toned ass all but sitting atop them. The fingers of one hand shudder and twitch inside of her sweet berry, while the others squeeze around the hands still holding tightly onto her own.

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

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

Bliss burns away at Krvavy’s conscious mind as she erupts into that hungry vine-pussy, waves of insistent pressure rolling along her length, greedily guiding out spurt after spurt of thick and virile seed. Each little sensation sends shockwaves shooting through her soul, ecstatic sparks and shuddering shivers streaming down her spine. Bliss beyond measure blanks her brain.

So much so that she hardly even notices as something hard bumps into her invading fingers. A far more literal Seed.

But the barbarian’s body seems to understand what that means. Her shaky fingers slowly retreat, closely followed by a solid bundle of life and magic.

“HGHHHHMNNAAHHN~!” Beryl’s hips buck wildly into the air, that tomboy thrashing as her taut tummy tenses and shrinks, her plant-like pussy stretched further than ever before. “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 sweet, sweat slickened form. That tight love tunnel of hers spreads around a thick and girthy Seed. Her sensitive vine-pussy is likewise pushed to its limit, that inhuman hole filled with the creamy cum that 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 above rustle and dance. The roots beneath buckle and bend. Steamy mist caresses their contrasting skin, one pale as snow and the other coloured like the inside of an oak.

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

A stifling silence reigns throughout her grove.

Not a single sound can be heard. Not the rustling of leaves, not the gentle roar of countless waterfalls, not a gasping breath... Not even the beat of Krvavy’s heart is audible in her ears.

Everything is still and 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, wheezing gasps and huffed, heaving pants fills the air... those breathless sounds interspersed with the occasional moan as Krvavy slowly, gradually, comes back to her senses. A wet pop can just about be heard as that Drakling reluctantly pulls her pale lips away from the delicious nipple she had lost herself in suckling.

The grove around her is dim, though not dark. The waterfalls and rivers around its border glow faintly with the magic of life. Impossible, 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 so softly glowing.

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 same dark brown colour as Beryl’s hair, and has nearly the same ridged bark texture as her tree, only a little 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 exactly where they are, limp and 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 beautifully flushed face, caramel skin tinged a verdant and lively green. 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, better than any magic ever could.

“I... I love you too~...” The Drakling softly smiles back, her vision a little blurry as joy lingers at the edges of her emerald eyes. “Beryl, I~...” A certain question dances on her tongue... never getting the chance to be spoken, the vines clinging so tightly around Krvavy’s body suddenly clumsily pulling 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 that doesn’t make it any less loving, any less wonderful~.

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, trembling just a little as curious fingers brush over the bases of the four vines sprouting from her back, touching where tanned skin turns leaf-green. “Hhahhh~...” She quietly gasps, shakily pulling back from this pure and perfect kiss. The old blue-green colour of her irises can still be seen within the shade of her otherworldly eyes, those black pools alien yet still so familiar.

Krvavy’s nose bumps into that of her sweet berry, nuzzling and nibbling pecks planted across a caramel cheek. “Guess you’ll... hahh~... be sleeping out here tonight...?” Those words are hardly more than a whisper, almost buried beneath the soft sound of a Draconic horn rubbing against a branch-like antler.

The Dryad simply nods her head, chest still heaving with each heavy breath she takes. Dribbles of nectar drip down the steep curve of her one uncovered boob, that green-gold juice all but begging to be licked and lapped up, the neglected nipple deserving another kiss.

“Then I’ll stay here as well.” Krvavy states with a calm certainty, her hands making their way back up the tanned tomboy’s still slightly trembling body. “Even if you need to be inside of your tree. I’ll be right here. Waiting for you.” Her fingers glide through the short strands of this brunette’s tousled and messy 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 emerald eyes, before glancing down at the vine still latched onto Beryl’s tit. And then the one still engulfing her shaft... even as that colossal cock of hers so very slowly goes soft. “Can you... retract these? Don’t want to get all tangled up in them.”

A bright and lively blush returns to this tanned tomboy’s caramel cheeks, that green hue visible even on her long Elf ears. “Aye...” She winces, twitching slightl, as her swollen nipple pops free. Another small trickling rivulet of nectar drips down her chest, mirroring the first.

Krvavy bites her bottom lip and, after just a moments thought, finally 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, unable to hide her joy yet still bashful enough to try just that.

“Mmmh~...!” The Drakling plants a gentle kiss on one puffy green nipple and then the other, 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 to that vine causes it to twitch and tremble, which in turn sends gentle jolts of pleasure through the colossal cock that it is keeping from going completely limp.

“R-right...” Beryl’s blush deepens as she slowly begins to pull that vine back. She faintly gasps as each ridge pops free from 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 down to truly care. “Aye...” The Dryad 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 weakly breathes out, giving the barbarian’s hand one last squeeze before letting go of it. “Can ya...?”

The Drakling idly nods her head, barely paying attention to her sweet berry’s words. As delicately and as carefully as she can, Krvavy picks up that wooden Seed. It has a fair bit of weight to it. More than it should for its size. 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 that newly made 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... all 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 the Far-Speaking ring nestled so snugly around Krvavy’s lower right 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.