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Princess of the Fae - Chapter 39

where Liana agrees to help Erica in her quest, but at what cost to Deirdre?

(also, with this chapter, i've reached about 80% of the way through the first draft of this story! i've been slowly editing old parts and posting the next draft on Reddit! check it out there to see how i'm refining Princess of the Fae to make it into a full-length, (hopefully) publishable fantasy novel!)

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Chapter 39 - Just one hit

Deirdre stands stiffly. Delicate chimes hang from the climbing vines, tinkling in the gusts. Erica notices a particularly large chime hanging from a thick branch crossing the center of the space above. The garden is diligently tilled, with a diverse set of herbs, flowers, and fungi growing together.

“Liana.”

The wood spirit is extremely curvy. Climbing plants circle up and down her body, highlighting her wide hips and narrow waist. Thin, woven vines form a scandalous set of shortalls that’s stretched tight around her. The shoulder straps only barely cover her large nipples, forcing her natural, heavy breasts to press against them.

The shorts only barely cover her hips, pulled high by the straps and plunging above her hips to contain her camel toe. A wide brimmed sun hat protects her pale face and she’s wearing gardening gloves and cute pink rubber boots.

“Well, what a sight. 2,100 years later, and you just decide to take a hike with your,” Liana appraises Maeve and Erica, “super friends?”

Maeve stifles a giggle, her tail shielding her smile. Erica’s never seen Deirdre so off balance. It’s like the weight of the vines on these trees was holding her down as well.

“Liana, we need, well,” Liana pulls a small silver pipe from the front pocket of her overalls and takes a hit.

“Go on, DD, tell me. What do you need?” She lowers herself onto a mushroom stool that only sprouts from the ground when she sits. Crossing her thick legs, the smoke blows out into everyone’s face. It smells like rose, spices, and earth. Deirdre waves the smoke from her face, trying to maintain composure.

“Liana… we need your help. This, this is Princess Aerie-”

“Yes, yes, glitter and dildos,” Liana cuts her off, “Some gnomes were here the other day, making a pickup. They wouldn’t shut up about ‘Princess Aerie fucked that werewolf’ this or ‘Remember when we got to DP her ass’ that. I have no problem helping further her mission, but this isn’t about her.”

Liana’s eyes never leave Deirdre’s. High above, the trees quiver in anticipation when the wood spirit laughs in the latter’s face!

“I almost don’t believe it—Deirdre, the Holly-Crowned, actually needing my help.”

Erica can feel Deirdre’s cringing embarrassment. This is a side she’s never seen before. Maeve boldly takes a step forward, eager to enter the chaos of the moment.

“Hi there, I’m Maeve, friend of DD here. By the way, love that we both call her that. Anyways,” Deirdre could literally be chopped down right now. “I get that there’s a lot going on between you two, but we are rather rushed at the moment.”

Liana purposefully holds eye contact with Deirdre for an extra long moment before acknowledging Maeve.

“Very well, Lady Maeve. I eagerly welcome you to my home. I believe we may share some common interests.” The haze in the air gives extra influence to Liana’s voice, wooing Maeve’s already overinflated ego.

“Maybe I could walk you through the ritual while Erica and Deirdre participate in it.” Deirdre, finally regaining some composure, speaks up shakily.

“Liana, please, this is serious. We can catch up later. I don’t need to, to, ummm…” Liana’s eyes flash.

“No no no, DD, remember, this isn’t about the princess. It’s about you. Coming back here. Asking me for a favor, after telling half the forest I was ‘a manipulative little weed that wouldn’t let go.’ You remember that, don’t you?”

Deirdre shudders. Those were her exact words.

“I remember Liana.”

“And what was it you said, hmm?” Liana stands, getting in Deirdre’s face. She’s a couple inches shorter than Erica’s protector, but that only heightens the women’s dynamic.

“That I smothered you? Twined around your roots? Gods, Dee. All I ever did was try to hold you when you cracked.”

The silence is only broken by the sound of the various chimes. Erica shifts uncomfortably, drooling on her thumb. The layered whole tone harmonies provide a surreal ambience to the reunion. Maeve gives her princess a pacifier before conjuring a handful of popcorn.

Deirdre grits her teeth.

“I don’t have time for your games.”

Liana turns back to her former lover.

“No, but you have time to beg. Isn’t that what this is? You’re here, in my grove, asking me to help you search the Field? Which, if you’ve forgotten, is not without risk.

She steps closer. They’re nearly touching. Deirdre’s knees shake. She can’t help that her pussy is dripping in the old, familiar presence of Liana.

“So the question is… how badly do you want it, Deirdre?”

Defeated, Deirdre doesn't flinch, but something in her armor cracks. She lowers her eyes.

“Name your price.”

A slightly-too-broad smile creeps across the gardener’s face.

“I want you, DD. For just one night. You and your princess undergo the ritual, she goes off to save the world, and you belong to me until the sun rises.”

Deirdre is shaken. She wasn’t expecting this. She looks at Erica, facing her impossible choice.

“She’s under my protection.”

“Then protect her. Let go of your pride. Just for tonight.”

Liana offers her tattooed hand out to Deirdre. The old symbols seem to intertwine with the plants adorning her body.

“I’ll take you both to the Glade. But only if you stay.”

From behind, Erica takes Deirdre’s other hand. Her gentle touch calms the usually unflappable dryad.

“Come on Mith Deiwdw, we can do it!“ Deirdre takes a breath, confronting her submissive exposure in front of everyone. She finally takes Liana’s hand.

“Come dream with me, Deirdre. One more time.”

Without another word, vines climb from the ground at the women’s feet. Their ankles are quickly held in place while the plants creep up their bodies, pulling them to the ground on their hands and knees.

Immediately physically overwhelmed by the vines, Erica’s fae instincts keep her from resisting, only getting more turned on by the bondage. A much stronger dryad however, Deirdre fights hard against her restraints.

Liana stalks around the bound women, using her powers to provide Brigid and Maeve a comfortable sofa made out of soft clovers.

“Please, Ladies of the Succubi, take a seat, I’ll talk you through the steps of the ritual. This would be a hit in the orgies in Hell!” Deirdre groans. Ever the entrepreneur, Liana was always scheming for a quick ride.

Maeve and Brigid sit next to each other. Maeve, starstruck, nervously puts her arm around the goddess’ shoulders. Brigid, completely unfazed, immediately starts rubbing the more dominant woman’s pussy through her leather bodysuit. Maeve settles in for the show.

“Brigid, don’t tell your sisters, but your parties were always my favorite!” Liana laughs before turning back to her captured prey.

“Now princess, the Glade is a hallucinogenic realm, formed by the interconnected, collective consciousness of the mycelial family that connects all living beings on the planet. Trees, humans, even little fae, share equally in the living universe at the most microscopic level, coexisting in a constant state of fluctuating levels of understanding and perception.”

The tendrils of vines spreading around her body distracts the princess from Liana’s rambling, but Deirdre recognizes the words. Her ex often spoke of such nonsense. Traveling as a fungal being herself, she’d never been able to travel the Glade. Something is different about them this time. Liana continues, setting up the foundations of the ritual for her audience.

“By travelling the Gladeand being honest with oneself, we can find what we are searching for. All it takes is one hit from Mistress Liana’s pipe.” She pulls her silver pipe back out. Reaching down to a nearby flower, she sprinkles its pollen on the ground up herbs. A pink wisp of glitter floats into the air.

“A little fairybell pollen will help the princess cross over.” She tells Maeve, whose eyes are hazy under the influence of the goddess Brigid. She puts the pipe to the captured princess’ lips, conjuring a small flame from her fingertip.

“Just one hit, and I’ll help you find who you seek Princess.” Only able to look up into the mistress’ eyes, Erica takes a deep breath from the pipe. She coughs a little, pink smoke coming from her nose. Her mind quickly starts to soften while Liana reloads for Deirdre. This time, she adds a bit of soil to the bowl.

“For my favorite little plant, some healthy earth!” Deirdre grumbles at the diminutive nickname, hating that Maeve gets to see her like this. She looks up into Liana’s eyes.

“Keep her safe, Liana.” The mistress smiles warmly.

“She has nothing to fear from me sapling, but she takes the risk of getting lost in the Glade like we all do. I will do all I can to protect her.” Deirdre wrestles with her bonds for another moment before finally accepting her fate. She takes an obedient breath through the magic pipe.

“Now that the participants have partaken in the unholy flowers, their bodies need to be prepared.” There’s a creak somewhere behind Erica, making her flinch. The vines holding her body tighten.

That’s when she feels the thick vine pressing itself against her diaper. It snakes around, rubbing itself against her clit through the padding as it searches for her holes. Another one joins the first behind her, while another pair approach Deirdre and Erica’s mouths.

The vines enveloping Deirdre quickly push her thong to the side and fill both her holes, just cockwarming themselves while the third enters her mouth. The two trying to get inside Erica just punch through her diaper as if it were nothing. The princess sighs, it’s been an entire day since she fucked those bikers, she’s needed this.

The thought rings through her mind for a moment. Less than a week ago, she never could have pictured this was how her life was going to turn out. Rescuing the world with her pu-

The vine plunges into her mouth, silencing her thoughts. Liana walks between them, her long fingers trailing along their soft skin.

“Now ladies, relax. Give in to the vines. Be honest with what you seek, and the Glade will take you to it.” Erica settles in for the trip. Her vision starts to swirl. Liana’s ground herbs slow her awareness of anything around her. Other than the thickening vines stuffing her slutty holes, that is. She does notice that Deirdre is still fighting next to her.

Then, with a blink, the world around her has changed. Liana’s hut is gone, replaced with a small clearing. The sounds of Daddy and Brigid’s escalating passion echoes in the air, as if it’s taking place miles away. The vines slowly speed up and Erica feels Liana’s gentle touch on her back. She remembers why she’s here.

“Go on princess, think of Lady Morrigan. Seek her out in the Glade. I’m right here with you.” The vine spirit’s voice is hot and hush. Erica realizes that she is the vines inside her and Deirdre right now. Whatever pleasure she’s feeling, Liana’s experiencing sixfold!

Deirdre.

She can’t move her head, but Erica doesn’t sense Deirdre next to her. A faint ebb of panic pushes against her brain, but so do Liana’s vines.

“Don’t fret princess. Your knight is here, she’s just…” The ground spins below them, bringing Erica face to face with Deirdre.

The dryad doesn’t see her though, leafy plants have sprung up and cover her eyes. Erica watches as Deirdre continues to fight, drooling around the thick vine in her mouth. Liana sighs.

“I’ve always told her, you cannot be honest with others until you’re honest with yourself.” She takes another hit off her pipe before turning back to Erica.

“See princess, your nanny is one of the most amazing spirits I’ve ever met. I was blessed when her father, the Greeen Man, and her older sisters cast her out of their realms to find her own forest.” Liana’s words have a hard time penetrating the princess’ mind while she’s occupied with the Glade.

The ground whips around below them as the Glade transforms around them. Flashes of her apartment, her cash register at Save-a-Lot, and other places in Forest Cove gleam with an eerie green light as the Glade connects with her memories. Liana tuts, seeing where they are.

“Princess Aerie, you need to focus. Stop worrying about, what is it…” She puts a hand out, somehow pausing the Glade’s wandering search. Erica finds herself, still bound on her hands and knees and stuffed by the vines, back in the basement of Forest Cove Evangelical Baptist.

Sitting in the high chair in front of her is a shadow of herself, the memory of her hypnotic trauma there. She cringes as the vines fuck harder. Liana groans, barely hiding her pleasure.

“Princess, you’re just a sapling off the old dryad, aren’t you? You’re just like Deirdre. You need to let go. So what that you lisp and drool now?” Erica shudders. The vine in her cunt refuses to let her reach an orgasm, while the ones in her other holes pound away.

“You won’t find Lady Morrigan by focusing on your fears,” Liana bands at her waist, groping Erica’s bound body as her vines fuck relentlessly.

“Let go.” She whispers into Erica’s ear, but it’s not just her voice. Maeve and Brigid add their voice to Liana’s from beyond the Glade, moaning erotically as the two succubi fuck off screen.

It takes all of her herbaceously addled mind to bring her attention back from her experience in the chruch’s undercroft. Liana lets go of the Glade and the search resumes. The world below them spins less chaotically, taking them out of the church and back into Forest Grove.

Erica reaches out to find any source of dominant magic that she can. Brigid is the goddess of submissives, Danu, the goddess of switches. As the goddess of dominants, Morrigan must be the most powerful dominant around! The small, cramped town streets flly under her until finally the Glade reaches Main Street. The world has stopped spinning and all is quiet. Erica and Liana look up, seeing the nowhere-near completed husk of the condominiums that are being built.

“There princess! You did it! Let’s get you back to your daddy!” With a self-satisfied groan, Liana pushes the vine in Erica’s dripping, stretched pussy into overdrive! It takes no time at all for Erica to cross the threshold and cum hard into her ruined diaper! The vision slowly fades around them as Erica’s orgasm absorbs Liana’s magic and brings them back to her hut in the forest.

Back on the ground, Liana’s tendrils gently unbind Erica and set her on her feet. Adjusting her tutu, there’s a soft crinkling as the princess’ magic diapers repair themselves. They feel thicker, as if they’re adapting to protect Erica better learning all the ways she can be fucked.

“Mith Liana, th-thank you… Mith Deirdwe!” Erica’s mind clears more when she realizes her nanny is still trapped. Erica’s raised voice wakes Maeve up off the couch, where she’d crashed with the goddess Brigid during the others’ trip.

“L-Liana, wait, you have to return DD!” Liana frowns, looking up from her captured ex.

“Lady Maeve, that wasn’t the deal. I helped the princess, now I get Deirdre until dawn! It isn’t my fault she wasn’t ready for the Grove.” Maeve looks to Brigid for advice, but the mute goddess only shrugs.

“Besides, there’s something I need to show her there. Something that will aid you all in your quest, if she’s ready for it.” Once it’s clear that Liana won’t add anything more, Maeve takes Erica’s hand, leading her and Brigid back towards Liltwood. With her reduced emotional control, Erica fights back tears as she’s forced to leave Deirdre behind.

“Don’t worry sweetie, Miss Deirdre is going to be fine,” Maeve picks up her princess, holding her tight in her powerful arms while they walk through the thinning underbrush. Maybe she’s convincing herself too.

“Liana’s just going to… help her. Hopefully. Definitely! Come on, can you fly Aerie? Let Daddy show you a couple tricks on the way back to Liltwood!” Erica, more suggestible than before, nods excitedly. She follows her daddy into the air, giggling as they fly above the trees with the birds and insects.

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