War of the Races - The Verdant Realm

Chapter 9- A Lioness’s Pride

The last three weeks living out in Sequoia’s Grove passed by with the little burrow Huxian and I had made between two of Sequoia’s roots getting cramped with her sleeping on my right side, and Burza curled up on my left. This left Sequoia to, more often than not, crawl up and arouse me. She would slide her p***y down my d**k, sucking me into her flower, and then lock me inside to pollinate her for the rest of the night as she slept on top of me. I learned that Elm’drya, like all plants, sleeps until sunrise, which meant that by morning, my life-force was completely drained.

Burza and I, on the other hand, took our courtship slowly. Well, slowly for me, being a horny teenager and her a mature, willing woman who wasn’t going to say no and was just waiting for me to make a move. We hung out and talked most days, and for the rest of the week, spent time going on long walks, sometimes alone, and other times with Huxian or Sequoia.

She introduced me to her daughters, and I found out that she was literally the Mother of her Flock, even though it was a title of leadership. She taught me that, more often than not, Flocks were all one family with the Mother either being the actual mother or the oldest sibling in a brood of females. I learned that she became a mother to her first son and daughter at thirty in animal years, and she and her mate had slowly grown their brood. She had faithfully clutched once a year for her mate, and by forty-three, she had six sons and nineteen daughters.

She lost her mate to illness five years ago. With her oldest son and daughter being twenty-six in animal years and her youngest being an infant, she committed herself to raising her fledglings. Now, she was sixty-four years old. It was not their way for her sons to mate with her or their sisters, so by thirty, her sons began leaving home to find their mates. Meanwhile, with such a shortage of males, none from other flocks had flown in to mate with her or her daughters. Seeing herself, an old brood-mother with thirteen clutches beneath her wings already, as the possible deterrent to young males coming to breed her and her daughters, her daughters began encouraging her to take me as a mate.

I found that I felt sad for her and her Flock’s plight, but more than that, I liked Burza. She didn’t play or tease. She told me what she wanted from a relationship with me, and she was receptive to what I told her I wanted. As we spent time together, the more I liked her, and in the end, my last week living out in the grove with Huxian and Sequoia was spent with Burza in our seven-day mating celebration.

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October 4, 2008 - Midgard Time

Sequoia led our small procession of me, Huxian, and Burza through the forest back to Valeheim. When we came upon the escape tunnel, she waved her hand, and the vines that camouflaged the portal began wiggling and shaking as they opened a space just large enough to let Huxian step past and into the tunnel.

“I must return to my grove,” She said, and I immediately stepped up and swept her up into my arms and hugged her as she explained, “I can’t maintain my illusory barrier if I am gone for too long.”

“I understand,” I whispered before pecking her cheeks and mouth with kisses, "I will come visit you as soon as I return from whatever mission Selene has set mother and me on.”

“I will be looking forward to that,” She purred.

Looking over to Burza, I asked, “What about you, Burza? Do you need to return to your Flock?”

She shook her head and pointed to her chest. I had noticed that she was no longer wearing her necklace, but I hadn’t thought anything of it. “I handed over leadership of our Flock to my eldest daughter. She is Mother of the Flock now.”

“I see,” I answered as I put Sequoia back down on her feet and gave her a final passionate kiss, then I let her go and grabbed Burza’s taloned thumb and stepped through the portal into the dark tunnel.

“I have great vision at distances and during the day,” Burza hissed in annoyance, “But I can’t see a thing in this darkness!”

“Just hold my hand, and I will lead you,” I reassured her. Reaching for my magic, I accessed the skill Night Vision. The pupils and irises of my eyes turned into cat's eyes and then dilated open until the tunnel was visible in front of me, and I saw Huxian’s curvaceous buttocks and tail a few feet ahead.

The walk seemed to take even longer than when Glenna and I had traversed it the first time three weeks ago. When we finally reached the end, Huxian patted around until she found the lever for the secret door, and then pulled. There was a pop and a grinding sound, and then the sound of gears as the false wall moved in and swung towards us. All three of us shuffled into the tight cleansing room and waited for the false door to close before Huxian threw open the door leading to the temple hall.

Glenna Moonlilly was sitting on the wall of her pool, looking at the light play across its surface while her tail whipped and played in the water. As we entered from the cleansing room, she looked up and smiled, and then stood up on her new goat-like legs and hooves.

She seemed taller than I remembered, standing close to six feet tall. It must be that her newly hybridized goat legs were longer than when they were alfar. She seemed to glow even brighter, moonlight white, than before, and her four-foot-long jet black hair still shimmered with dots of light from stars, galaxies, and there were occasional purple and red splotches of nebulae as her hair floated above her head, dancing like a candle’s flame. Her black orbs were sprinkled with dots of light like stars, and her slightly tilted eyelids had thick black eyelashes. Her eyebrows were long and black, and her long alfar ears stuck out over her shoulders. They had been drooping with her mood and thoughts, but when she saw us, they perked up and tilted back in happiness. She had a fox-faced, turned-up nose, sharp jaw, and cheekbones with a small, pointed chin softened by a plump, oval mouth.

Her shoulders seemed slightly broader than they had been before, which allowed for her second set of shoulders and arms just below her primary armpits. Her second set of arms was crossed beneath her enormously plump, yet gravity-defying, taut and perky breasts. Looking at her, I immediately judged them to be at least J-cups, where they had been G’s only three weeks before she met Selene in the moon pool. Her waist was long and slim, and flared out to broad hips, a thick heart-shaped bubble butt, and thick thighs.

Today she wore a black hip-corset that started at her navel and covered the top of her hip flares. It was trimmed in silver filigree, and along the bottom edge in the front were four hoops from which hung a black loincloth also trimmed in silver filigree with a freeze of the moon in the center. Aside from that, Glenna was completely nude, and any movement exposed her completely hairless s*x.

Smiling, she spread all four of her arms out as she came over and hugged me. The simple action dropped her breasts, bouncing them sensually and setting them to swinging pendulously. They were so much larger than they had been before. They had been huge, but now they were absolutely gargantuan, and intoxicating!

She wrapped her arms around me and pressed those large marshmallowy breasts into me, and I was in heaven!

“You all waited until the very time limit for your match with Leandra,” Glenna purred once she pushed me back and looked me up and down, then she looked at Burza and asked, “And who is this?”

“This is Burza, mother,” I introduced, “Burza, this is my mother, Glenna Moonlilly.”

“It is an honor to meet the Oracle of Selene, my Lady,” Burza greeted with a wing-flourish and curtsy.

“It is very nice to meet you too,” Glenna returned, “Well, there is no time to waste. Virdy, go collect Bastet and then bring your mates to the training grounds.”

“Yes, mother,” I answered and quickly led Huxian and Burza from the temple to our rooms in the east wing. They looked askance at the servants until I looked back at them and explained, “Our staff is extremely loyal. Don’t worry, no gossip will travel out of this house.”

“I’m not worried about gossip,” Burza answered with a shake of her head, “I was just noticing that all of you servants are Animals. Don’t they find it demeaning?”

“No, I don’t think so. They need employment too, and my father is the largest employer of Animals in the Valelands,” I answered, “With the laws prohibiting Animals from being treated as people, there is only so much he can do. However, he accords them all the freedom and rights he can. For instance, I just recently visited Mwanje Kottrheim, and I can tell you, he is very lenient on the application of many laws.”

“What about hunting permits?” Burza asked.

“As far as I know,” I answered with a shake of my head, “He’s never issued any.”

We arrived at our rooms, and I let myself in. Bastet was, as usual, when she was bored, curled up on the bed, napping. As soon as I opened the door, her ear twitched at the sound; she inhaled, and then her head whipped around, and she jumped up and bounded across the room, flying into my arms. I combed my fingers through her soft black fur on her ribs, back, and waist as I moved down to cup her buttocks as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“I have missed you fiercely, my beloved,” She purred as she pecked my lips with kisses.

“And I have missed you too,” I said with a smile, “But I was sent here to get you. We must leave for the training yard.”

“Oh,” She answered, obviously disappointed, “So, I still have to wait another week before I get you between my thighs.”

“Unfortunately,” I answered with a nod.

She made a sad face but loosened her thighs and slid her legs down until she put her feet on the floor. “Well, lead the way, my ‘Harem Lord’.”

I took her hand as a sign of reconciliation and then led the way while Huxian and Burza followed.

“So I know Huxian,” Bastet said as we walked the halls, “I always knew it was a matter of time before she bewitched you with her charms,” She said as she looked blatantly at Huxian’s breasts, “But who is the Harpy?”

“Bastet, this is Burza,” I answered as I brought us all to a halt and turned around, “I’m sorry, it seems that everything is happening so quickly, I forgot the introductions. Burza, this is Bastet, my first mate. I hope we can all get along.”

“I am feeling tired,” Huxian said with an apologetic smile, “Do you think there would be any hurt feelings if I returned to our rooms and took a nap?”

“No, that’s fine,” I reassured her, “I will make your excuses.”

She smiled and kissed me before heading back to our room. Turning around, I took Burza’s wing in one hand and Bastet’s hand in the other, and we left the house for the training yard.