by Jayme Knight
Moira could not stand it anymore, she cried out in a guttural feral scream as she fell over the edge. Her body began shaking and shuddering with primal pleasure. She howled like a rutting animal as she felt the expanding vines in her pussy and ass gushed their hot sticky fluid filling her depths. Moira felt them continue to plunge in and out of her spilling their payload deep into her and with every thrust she felt a new wave of orgasm shudder over her. She shook and quivered for some time before finally collapsing into a quivering mass on the mossy tunnel floor. Several moments went by where Moira did not know what was happening, all she knew was that on a carnal level pleasure had hijacked her senses and left her bathed in euphoria. The first thing that came to her senses was the fleshy tendrils sliding out of her leaving her feeling stretched wide and empty inside. She could feel the spirits love leaking from her running down the insides of her thighs and soaking the moss around her knees. As all of the smaller tendrils uncoiled from her, it left her feeling very alone as she slumped down into the mossy floor.
Moira’s arms and legs were shaking and weak from her experience. It took everything she had to push up and crawl on her hands and knees back toward the entrance of the tunnel. It seemed to take ten time as long to crawl back to where she could see the light penetrating the darkness. Moira stopped crawling and summoned enough strength to stand up straight. She reeled for a second feeling light headed and weak kneed. She felt like a baby doe walking for the first time as she stumbled into the light and looked up to see Rembert looking down at her from the top.
“Humph…I guess you’re wheat after all,” Rembert said with a look of surprise that matched the surprise in his voice.
Moira started to climb out of the tunnel but her strength failed her, her limbs were like jelly, and her eyes just wanted to shut. She just wanted to close her eyes for a moment to recover some strength. ‘What harm could it bring?’ She slumped down against the tunnel wall and took several deep breaths before letting her eyes close. She could hear Rembert’s voice but it sounded like it was coming from so very far away and she really wanted to just rest right now, so she surrendered into sleeps loving embrace.
***
Moira slept blissfully dreaming of her life before the earth mother, before the lizard village, back when she was simply Moira. It was a comforting dream, things were simpler then, and she had forgotten how heartening simple could be.
Moira was gathering food to fill the winter store house, just like before this all happened and she was getting such joy from the simple task. She was breathing in the earthy smells of the forest, relishing the feel of the crisp fall wind on her skin, and day dreaming of boys just like any teenaged girl should, when her attention was drawn sudden back to reality. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted the flutter of something moving amongst the forest trees. She usually would be quite frightened by such a thing with all of the dangers of the forest and deeper swamp, but today it did not seem to bother her at all. She turned and began walking toward the movement, the closer she got the better that she could see it was a little girl, much younger than she was maybe only five or six. The girl was dressed in the prettiest corn flower blue dress trimmed with white lace, and had beautiful flowing blond hair tied back with blue ribbons. The girl was facing away from Moira and looked to be picking wild flowers and placing them into a wicker basket at her side.
“Hello,” Moira said quietly and calmly trying not to startle the girl.
“Hello,” the little girl said not turning to see who it was behind her.
“Who are you?” Moira asked with a joyous tone as she smiled.
The little girl giggled as she answered. “You know silly, I’m Cynthia.”
Moira felt something inside of her sink and suddenly turn into a bad feeling. “Hello Cynthia. I’m Moira.”
“I know who you are.” Cynthia said giggling in a playful way as she picked several more flowers and placed them in the basket beside her.
Moira took a step toward the girl not knowing what to make of her. She wracked her mind trying to remember if she knew a little blond girl named Cynthia and could not come up with anything. “Are you alone out here?”
“I’m never alone,” Cynthia said as she began to turn around. “You are always with me mommy.”
Moira just stared at the girl in shock as her mind went blank and her eyes took in the beautiful little girl. She had skin that was covered in varied degrees of flesh toned scales set in a mottled pattern that reminded her very much of Kalchia, she had the deepest opalescent blue eyes, and cherubic facial features that held a wisdom that belied her true age. Moira felt tears well up in her eyes as she backed away from the girl slowly.
“What’s the matter mommy?” Cynthia asked with a concerned look in her eyes. “What’s happening mommy.”
Moira backed up faster with panic entering her mind, she stumbled backward until her back hit hard against the jagged trunk of a pine tree. The little girl seemed to be getting fainter in color, the outlines of her form beginning to blur and become insubstantial like smoke contained in a bubble. Right before her eyes the girl seemed to pull apart into several columns of grey black smoke and was whisked away by the wind. Moira felt tears streaming down her cheeks and wanted to scream but no sound would come from her. She hammered her fists down and backward back into the trunk of the tree trying to force the words from her throat, she tried so hard that she felt light headed with exertion. She gave one final great push to try and force the words from her throat, and she could hear them coming to her from a distance. She tried harder, she tried with everything she had, and as they became louder her vision grew dimmer until it became blackness.
***
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” Moira screamed a she shocked awake and she tried to move but there were several sets of hands holding her down. She looked about frantically feeling her heart beating out of control, sweat covering her, and rough masculine hands holding her in place. She could see she was in the bed back in the room in the earth mother’s tree, panic blinding her to all else.
“Calm yourself child,” said the earth mother in a voice that sounded like a gentle breeze through tree branches and designed to calm and sooth Moira out of her frantic state.
Moira looked around at the men holding her down and they all looked like Rembert, they were all the same. She could not tell if she was still dreaming or not. Just past them she spotted a bog nymph standing by the copper brazier in the center of the room. The lizard tribe traded with the nymphs for items that they charmed from humans and the like, but what was she doing here.
“You are awake my child.” The earth mother whispered softly.
“I had a nightmare goddess,” Moira said as she stopped struggling against all of the men that looked like Rembert, and in return she felt their hold turn lax on her. “I was in a forest goddess and there was a little girl there…”
“I know child, I know,” the earth mother said as she laid a hand on Moira’s forehead. “Even in our dreams we know when we lose something.”
Moira instantly calmed as the delicate soft hand of the goddess touched her, but even through the calm she felt a pit in her stomach as she knew the meaning of the earth mother’s words. Her hands slowly moved along her flat stomach, she felt a deep pain creep into her heart as the absence of her growing child. “What did you do?”
“She is going to be fine Moira,” the earth mother said reassuringly in a soothing voice and pointed across at the Bog Nymph. “I assure you she will be fine.”
Moira was confused for a moment until she watched the nymph step forward, graceful and elegant in her movements, stunningly beautiful in appearance. She watched the nymph part her cloak and expose her bare stomach that was rounded with child. The pain in her heart broadened stabbing deep into her soul. This was the first time she had doubt in her course, she thought she would be giving birth to her child, she thought she might be able to see her at least for the first few moments of her life before she was asked to fulfi
ll her obligation to her path. She wanted to beg for her child back, she wanted to plead, but she knew it would do no good. She was given a chance to choose a path and this is what she chose, now she had to live with that choice. She felt tears streaming down her face as the nymph turned away from her and walked to the stairwell that led down and out of the room.
“You will be my priestess Moira,” the goddess said softly with a hint of pain creeping into her voice as she knew the pain she had caused the girl that laid before her sobbing and shuddering with her loss. She had caused this pain countless times before and she would cause it to happen countless times in the future to come, but it had to be. “You knew there would be pain and sacrifice, and the pain is not over. You still have to be strong Moira, for only the strong can accept my grace, and wield my power.”
Moira shuddered with the pain of her loss but the goddesses words drove into her consciousness like an arrow piercing its target. She bolted upright on the bed and kicked her legs pushing herself back to the wall as she yelled. “Have you not taken enough from me goddess?”
“I will take nothing more from you,” the goddess said as she calmly walked over to the copper brazier. She looked deep into it seeing the flames of her power swirling and dancing within as she continued talking. “I am going to give you a gift Moira, a beautiful gift that precious few in your life time have gotten. I will give you a sliver of my power that will grow within you.”
Moira watched as the goddess plunged her delicate hand into the flames contained within the brazier and pulled out a handful of shimmering blue flames. Gouts of liquid flame spilled between her fingers back into the brazier until only a perfect sphere of molten blue flame remained in her hand.
“Prepare yourself child,” the goddess said as her eyes darkened and narrowed. “This will not be pleasant.”
Moira had no time to react as the goddess moved with lightning speed traversing the space between them in a blink of her eyes. Moira threw her hands up instinctively to protect her head, but the goddesses hand came in low slamming into her stomach. She watched horrified as the goddesses hand pierced her delicate skin and pushed deep down into her womb. A scorching pain burst deep within her making her scream like some wounded animal in the throes of death. The burning moved up into her chest and was so intense that she began to convulse and spasm, but still the burning moved out into her arms and up into her head. She screamed so loud that it was all that she could hear. The burning was all that she could feel as it singed into every corner of her mind, it burned down her arms into her hands exploding out her finger tips, it burst out her eyes filing her vision with nothing but the blue flame. Moira could feel herself rising up off of the bed being immolated by the power of the goddess as it coursed through her.
Just when Moira thought she could handle no more and that death would take her, she felt the goddesses hand pull from her stomach. For a brief moment Moira hung there only suspended by the flames that engulfed her, and then it ended, the flames pulled back into her and she dropped into a heap on the bed crumpled like a marionette cut from its strings. She could not move, everything hurt, and she closed her eyes and just wanted to rest, she wanted so badly to just rest. She felt a gentle set of hands move her until she was laid out straight in the bed, the mattress cupped her like a baby swaddled in blankets and she dropped off into a deep slumber.
***
Moira spent the next several months healing from her spiritual wounds and learning the delicate balance of using her new found power as a priestess of the earth mother. She enlisted the help of one of the many bog nymph that serve the earth mother to take a message to Kalchia and the King of the Lizard people. She wanted them to know what had transpired since she left, and that she would return as soon as possible. The nymph had returned several days later, but said that there was no message sent in return. Although Moira had hoped it would be different she understood why there was no response, she had left their tribe and abandoned them with no explanation.
Soon spring had come and gone, summer had come and gone, and fall was upon them. Moira had grown in power learning from the Hierophant and only now was she allowed to venture forth on her own without Rembert or one of his disciples with her. The earth mother had asked her to venture back into the land of men, and for now not to go back to the lizard people of the swamp. She had told her that she was needed in the human lands to further aid her cause there amongst men. Moira reluctantly agreed and once again sent word to Kalchia and her husband the King before she left the swamps. Once again there was no response sent back to her, so she set out on the journey ordained by her goddess. Moira spent the fall and winter back in the company of men making her mark as a priestess, building a simple alter in the goddesses name. She dressed as she once did before she lived with the lizard men, and reunited with her family rebuilding the bonds she once had. She had missed them even more than she had realized, but a part of her always looked to the swamp and to the bonds she had made there in the lizard men’s village. She would return one day and rebuild her bonds there too.
As summer came Moira heard rumors that the King of men had been sending soldiers to the swamp boarder and beyond the wall. It was a dangerous situation, the Lizard people were extremely protective of their land and this would break the treaty that stood between them. She could not bear the chance that her two families would war, so regardless of what the earth mother asked she set off back into the swamp. Her journey was long one but was unhindered, and this did not sit well with her. She was not hiding her presence and should have been found by one of the lizard men’s scouts by now, in fact she was leaving signs of her intrusion and wanted them to notice her. Still no signs of the lizard men came to her.
As she set up camp for the night she could not help but have a bad feeling about this. She took the silver holy symbol from her belt pouch and began to chant words of power designed to ward her camp from those that would try to harm her. When she finished chanting a magical ward that could only be seen by her lit the area ten paces in every direction from her. The ward would sound an alarm loud enough to wake her, but those intending to harm her would be temporarily deafened by the alarm. She did not like how the swamp felt, it seemed too quiet, too still, and she remembered it much different than this. The night went by uneventfully, as did many nights after that one until finally she neared the village. Still no one had found her, now she knew something was very wrong.
Moira set off on a full run through the high ground leading up to the lizard people’s village. She was afraid for what she might find when she got there, but even more afraid not knowing what has happened here. She ran as fast as she could through the swamp high land until she came up the main road that led into the village, and what she saw stopped her dead in her tracks. Moira gasped at the sight before her, she was two hundred paces from the village and the main road and the entire span between her and the village was littered with corpses. As she walked toward the village she pulled her cowl up shrouding her face, and carefully studied the corpses. Even in their advanced state of decay she came to the conclusion that they were orcs. As she got closer to the village she found different creatures in the piles of corpses, and she choked back tears as she recognized that these were the lizard men warriors. She felt pain well up inside of her and tears almost immediately began streaming down her face as she realized that they may all be dead. Moira made her way to the village and the carnage was unprecedented, in her life she had never seen anything like it. She fought through her emotions and searched for any sign of survivors. There clearly were no inhabitants left, the huts were all burned to the ground and had been that way for some time, and no new structures were built to shelter anyone. She thought long and hard that the corpses did not match up, there were hundreds of lizard people living here but there were not nearly enough corpses for the whole village.
Moira climbed the rock spire on the edge of town, and the lookout station that once stood here was burned to ash. She looked down at the ruin
that once bustled with the sounds of lizard people living life to its fullest. The crisp fall wind ruffled her hair and cloak as she thought about her friends and family that were once here. In her grief Moira had not noticed the approach of someone from behind her until a familiar voice came to her startling her out of her thoughts.
“You are to late stranger, everything that was worth taking has been taken,” said Illia with deep emotional strain in every word. “Do you understand me, human? The orcs took everything. They took everyone that did not escape or die, so leave here this is a final resting place of my people.”
Moira turned to face her handmaiden, her friend, her lover, and pulled the cowl of her cloak back revealing her face. She marveled at Illia’s beauty in her brightly colored blue, green, and black summer scales. She looked deep into Illia’s rose colored eyes seeing the surprise that over took her as she recognized Moira. Moira had hear what she needed to hear there was still hope to save them, and she planned to do just that.
“My Queen,” Illia managed to eke out as she dropped to her knees in front of Moira.
“Our family. They killed and took our family and… and,” Moira stammered feeling the flames of anger building within her soul and her eyes narrowed dangerously as she composed herself enough to finish. “We will rain destruction on them until we get our family back!”
THE END
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