Dark Crow Rising

Staring off into the distance as my blush continues to burn, my dreamy gaze focuses on the rose-red walls of my bulb. There are so many ways that my love might react to this outfit of mine. Will he be cool and suave about it or aggressive and to the sexual point? Or, my personal preference... Will he be too taken in by my beauty and the immensity of the occasion to do anything?

So many potential paths for my future to tread towards and all of it keeps my face burning.

The Gilded-Bark laughs, "To think there would be a day where our flower's blessed Ivy-Mother would find someone to share her love with!"

But, this statement of his hurts me as I have tried so long for him to be the one who I would share my first kiss with. My first time was going to be his and now it will never belong to him. I am happy that I am finally going to end up a mother with someone who looks my way, but... I would've liked to have at least gotten somewhere with the Gilded-Bark, but now I just do not care.

All that time and effort just for some human to walk in and snatch my heart up...

"Soon, my love." I whisper, smiling wholeheartedly as my heart rings in my ears. I direct my smile at the Gilded-Bark and get up to leave so we can both get back to our attendences. I keep my staff at hand this time and walk out into the Petals for some quiet thinking. Magic starts to hide my eyes as some paranoid tears start to roll out of them.

If my love ever chooses to leave, I would have no one in my life left to love. I may have fallen for a human, but, my duties are still to my flower, to the Garden-Mont of the Ahnelges. Something horrible would have to happen for me to lose the will to keep helping my people. Unfortunately, him leaving for his unknown, distant home is not such a horrible circumstance.

The Champion, my Champion, he is mine and mine alone. I need to find a way to keep him with me for as long as we live. Until the day Undwote's Pack of Seven pick up on our dying scent. But, even then, as we pass unto Death, we shall be together.

A gust of strong magic blows overhead and I glance up at it and I whisper a wish into it. I hope it can carry my desires to the ears of my love. I want him to be here, with me so that I might show him how much I truly do love him. Even if he struggles to understand it, he will still feel my warmth as his power fills my depths up.

"I hope you return soon, my love. It is already a bother being apart from you for so little time..." I anxiously comment as I try to get my mind back on task. Fitting back into my usual, confident stride, I return to the Sepal and smile as I see the gathered trio of stems. My needy curiosity about how the breast honey of we aelenvari interacts with humans...

They haven't noticed me, however, and, as I walk behind the orange-haired one, I feel a little cheeky. Maybe the honey is still present in force within me, but, I cannot help but want to elicit more joy from her in preparation for my task. So, quietly and with dimmed magic, I sneak up behind her as she chats away with excited flashes and blips to her companions. She's quite the risk taker, what with an open-back sweater...

My hands quickly slip in from behind and latch onto the chestward curve of her pleasure mountains. I squeeze tightly and domineer her with my knowledge of the desires of the female body. The other two watch intently as I make a lesson of it and the poor one I am holding onto bites her finger as she holds back joyous tears. My chin moves onto her shoulder and I whistle a sweet song into her closest ear as she trembles against my pressed-up chest.

I inspect the attire of the other two and while it is nothing particularly impressive by my standards, the effort is appreciated. They're not allowed to show too much skin, but they're all pushing how much they can show off their form. Tight skirts and short shorts, loose tops with nothing but straps holding them up. Patterned leggings that give all kinds of brand-new shades to their legs.

I smile at them and squeeze forth some of the orange-haired stem's impressive bounty as she continues to fall for the pleasure I am giving. Slipping my hands out in a long, drawn-out fashion, I rub her own honey into her skin but not entirely. Sticky, pleasure-giving sugar remains on my hands and I place one against the mouth of the owner. Gasping at first, she accidentally tries it and can't have enough, she starts to lick my hand clean.

"Come on you two, clean the other hand." I smirk at the left-out pair as they approach the fat-chested stem as she gorges herself on her own aphrodisiac. Tongues lap at my palms and lips suckle on my fingers as the honey is removed from every speck of my perfumed skin. I force my hand slightly into the mouth of the orange-haired one to stifle her moans. The mess is cleaned up and I smile at my three, red-faced, lust-driven stems.

I gesture for them to walk and keep messing with their hips so that they know how to properly swing them. All in the right way so that they can keep their rear weight in mind and keep their bodies excited. We travel through the flower until we reach the gathering of thorns. Finding the three humans, I gesture the stems forward to the surprised three.

"I want you to have fun with these three. Let them taste your honey til they are full, tell me all about it after." I sultrily whisper just before the mouth of my favourite target of groping. I place a finger on her lips and her shaky, moist breath washes over it. I step aside as the stems rush for the humans but, oddly, the oldest amongst them keeps a stem away. Alone, she then is fought over by the other two humans as they just go along with what is about to happen.

The old human thorn grumbles as he cleans up the mess the five left in their wake. One of the nearby bulbs quickly cries out with the sounds of pleasure and joy. I sit down across from the elderly human as he places a pipe to his lips and smokes from it. He blows the burning gas out into the air and leans against a nearby crate.

"Are the stems not to your liking, Human Thorn?" I ask as I cross my legs. Eyeing the human man as his eyes stay glued on the distant cliff and whatever might be happening up there.

"Can't be shaming the gods by turning on me missus." he answers and my eyes widen slightly at this reveal. This human is willing to turn down such an easy conquest for the sake of the one he loves? I smile at the thought and quietly pray that my love has morals like this man.

"Do the other two have no one waiting for them?" I ask so I can see if there is more to such a mindset. If this is just something humans see as righteous, all the better for me. My love is a good man, the very best.

"Don't know, likely." the old human thorn answers as he blows out another, small cloud of smoke. He moans his relaxation as his bones crack and pop and one hand drums his clothed leg.

"Why do you think they accepted the advance?"

He shrugs, "They're young lads, going out and about to see what sticks and what doesn't is part of growing up. At the end of the day, for a soldier, the greatest comfort is someone to love. Even for just a night. Cannon firing off all around you with a charging lance ahead of you, pointed at you with your name on it... Toplocks, muskets, boom-pikes popping everywhere... Tremendous arcane power... Well... Talking about the best prayer to Aahtha you've ever had is a common topic."

"They were fighting over the stem intended for you, is that unusual?" I ask as my mind wonders about human standards of dedication. Are they focused on a lone woman, or can they wander like us? I do not want to share my love, but, living here amongst my people... I know there are things that will drive even a good-hearted man to the comfort of many.

"Can't say, you got them riled up, a bit more is just one step closer to the divine. But, some of the lads I have seen over the years like the thrill of stealing someone's missus. Some are fine with what they have already, some dream bigger. A lot more varied than what you are used to, I like to think. What, seen as we have no need to fix such a blatant problem." he comments as he taps the bowl of his pipe on a nearby, hanging pot.

I nod in response as my eyes wander over towards a nearby game board, something different to the last time I played him. His eyes follow mine and he nods at it as I smile slightly. Picking the board up, he brings over a crate and I set the game down as he looks about for pieces. I want to clear my mind for the moment and a casual game might just be the thing I need.

"I will not take anything from you this time, don't you worry." I tell him, smiling as he grumbles at the sore defeat. But, smirking suddenly, he pulls out a flask and sips from it before he taps the cap on his head.

"You might be good at that game, but we can always claw our comfort back from your darlings in leafy armour." he tells me as he puts the flask back into his coat. I glance about at the meagre treasure he and his fellow thorns have managed to reaccumulate.

"I'll probably return what I won, anyway. It is not to my standards and my love cares little for most of it." I explain to him and he shakes his head.

"I'll win it back, thank you. If you want to give it away, feel free, just not to us. We'll have some final victories while we stay here to dull the pain of our loss." he sighs as the final game piece is placed down.

"It is hard for me to imagine a Valkinvar facing defeat as you seem to display it." I remark and he remains silent as he takes the first turn. I keep quiet as that is what he seems to prefer, but, I can't help but ponder it now. For what reason could the Valkinvar be seeking the quiet word of my love?