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This Grove has a Price
Words: 1558; F/f, les, monster girl, oral, restraints, dubcon, fantasy, short story
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Her breath was quick. Heart pounding in her chest. Twigs snapped under her boots as she ran. Shrubs and small bushes scraped her lower legs. Each awkward dip in the soil made her stumble, but never fall. Amelia had been going for what felt like hours, but truly had only been a few minutes. Finally, just as two large bushes gave way to a small clearing, she skidded to a stop. Doubling over, hands on her knees, she panted, trying to catch her breath. Long, brown hair fell down around her face, and her green eyes stared at the toes of her leather boots.
Then, she grinned, and shifted from side to side as she tugged and wiggled her bare feet from each boot. Stretching up, one arm above her head while the other grabbed its elbow, she peered around the small clearing. The pond--her pond--was just as she'd left it, the shores lined with that same abundance of flowers just like she remembered. A canopy shaded the area; the leaves of an old, thick knotted oak tree, which grew right against the shore. Arching her back slightly, Amelia let out a soft groan before she grabbed her dress, tugged it up over her head, and stuffed it into the pack she'd brought.
Bare now, from head to toe, the tan-skinned woman shrugged off her pack and other gear then stepped into the pond's crystal clear waters. Just like when she had discovered the little grove at the end of the fall before winter set in, it felt heavenly against her skin. Warm, tingly, even magical, like the grove itself. The flowers left a pleasant scent in the air, and tall bushes made it rather secluded even from the animals she could hear skittering around. A perfect place for a little refreshing dip, as she'd learned when she traveled through months ago and was in desperate need of a wash. It was a shame the pond had been frozen over all winter.
Passed her knees, up her thighs, up to her waist, each step brought her deeper--she wasn't sure how deep it got. By the time she had walked a quarter of the way through it, last time she'd been here, it had been up to her neck, but this time she settled for pausing with it only waist high to crouch down. She sighed softly as everything below her neck was submerged, and relaxed, once more enjoying the soothing feeling of the water. There was something special about this place, and she couldn't wait to get back once the winter had gone and she'd the chance.
If she had but waited a moment, she might not have wanted to disrobe. Suddenly, she had that feeling of being watched come over her. A feeling she was familiar with, and made her wish she had her sword by her side. Both of her arms moved to cover her chest, and she quickly stood up, leaving water cascading down her body and dripping back into the pool. She turned, slowly, keen eyes peeled for the slightest movement as she debated making a move for her things--they weren't too far away. Before she could decide, though, she found herself staring at something which hadn't been there on the first pass of her gaze, but was now. Something she wasn't sure if she should call a person, a woman, or a beast.
The upper half of a woman protruded from the old oak, as if her lower half had been absorbed by it. Her skin was a lighter brown, matching the tree, and looked so alive and vibrant at the same time, almost glowing. Her skin was a strange meld of flesh and bark, while her hair was a long, flowing brown with bits of foliage dotted in here and there. Amelia's green eyes locked with the unnatural emerald of the creature as the women stared at each other a moment, then the instincts of her warrior side when faced with some kind of creature kicked in and Amelia turned on her heel.
Deep enough in the water that the first few steps were hard and slow, she dashed, fast as she could, back to the pond's shore. Stumbling on the uneven ground beneath the water, which ended up making her take a tumble as she reached the edge. Scrambling forward on her hands and knees, she snagged her sheathed blade, and jumped back to her feet. Sching! The blade came from the scabbard in the blink of an eye, Amelia spun back toward the creature and froze.
She, or it, was gone.
Amelia took a step back, then another. Monsters in the woods were nothing new to her, though fighting with nary a stitch of clothing... well, that was new. She turned in place, on guard, keeping an eye out, as well as an ear. It was still there, she could feel the eyes on her still, but where? Where was--!
The thought was interrupted as her blade-hand was grabbed. Startled, Amelia tried to raise her sword as her other hand came around with the scabbard--yet was caught mid-strike. Struggling with the creature, it circled her, and forced her to turn with it. The warrior couldn't help but to note it now had legs, rather than its lower half being a tree, and it was as bare as she was. Twisting her hand left and right, Amelia tried to wrench her blade free of the creature's grasp until it sharply shoved her backward, while releasing her.
Grunting as her back hit the tree, the brunette grinned and brought her weapon to bare. "Big mistake!" However, before she could press her attack, her attacker turned, darted off to the side, and right into a tree. For a few moments, Amelia could only stare, and blink, mouth hung slightly open. That hesitation cost her--a pair of arms suddenly came out from the tree behind her and grabbed around her body. Gasping, she cried out a sharp: "What!? No!" Those arms shot up her body, coming from under Amelia's arms, grasping them, and forcing Amelia's arms above her head where little vines sprouted right out of the bark of the tree. They wound around, and between, the brunette's limbs, in a matter of seconds binding both of her hands to the tree itself, pinned above her head.
Amelia hissed, and struggled, while the creature stepped from the very same tree she was pinned to. It strolled around in front of her, and giggled. Narrowing her eyes, the warrior glared at it, while in the back of her mind, thinking--this was it. She was done for. Bested by some monster in the middle of the woods. Naked, too, she couldn't even have the dignity of dying with her clothes on.
"Why are you in my grove?" the forest woman asked, leaving Amelia once more just staring, and blinking.
"Y-you can speak!? Why did you attack me!?" She practically snarled the words.
"You were bathing in my pond. I didn't give you permission for that," it answered, with a little shrug. The words 'needing permission' made Amelia twitch. "I don't need your permission!"
"Mmmhm, you do!" The creature's voice had a slightly playful tone to it, as if this was a game, or highly amusing. "Now you have to pay the price." Those words made Amelia shudder, and grit her teeth. Yes, just like she'd thought, this was it. She was a goner. She gave her arms one last, final tug, but finding them still completely trapped, she growled out a little: "... Fine, just get it over with and make it quick..."
Beaming at that answer, the lady of the woods stepped in close. Amelia closed her eyes.
The next thing she knew the other woman's face was buried between her legs, and a pair of hands were on her thighs keeping her legs apart. Amelia shuddered, and gasped, eyes popping back open to peer wide-eyed down at the creature on its knees. "Wh-what--what are you doing!? Get--get away from there!" Both her blade, and the scabbard, fell from her grasp and into the dirt around the tree's base. She squirmed, and wiggled, hips trying to help her pull away, legs trying to close, and her arms returning to trying to get free.
Emerald eyes peered back up her body at her, a mischievous look to them as the creature neither moved away, nor stopped. Amelia felt her folds parted by a soft tongue as it delved, and wriggled into her, forcing a slight moan along with a faint, gasped: "N-no... ! Don't do that... ! St-stop... !" It was just like the pond, though. It felt absolutely amazing and despite her words, her hips were already starting to rock. Each exhale came with a little whimpered moan, disbelief and humiliation twisting together with arousal, and desire, in a set of emotions Amelia's mind could barely process with that tongue working between her legs.
"But-" the lady of the woods said as she paused, "--a moment ago you said to get it over with! So I will! But, I am not going to make it quick!" Those words were followed by a muffled giggle as she dived back in, Amela's own objections catching in her throat in favour of another moan, one that was drawn out, louder... and needy.
