Chapter 49

In the Fae Kingdom

Luna was so hot, and so ready for release, but feared it as well. She heard wretched gurgling sounds booming from a lower place in the flower, Cava-til's deep groans building up for his long awaited climax into her helpless body. She moaned uncontrollably, and made peace with the fact she had no choice in the matter, that her righteous, pure self would be gone by the time the petals lowered.

With a deep growl, Cava-til finally came, his spare, grasping stamens squeezing and grabbing around her pendulous, perfectly shaped breasts. She felt him spew his unholy load down her throat and jet into her womb, her body convulsing and thrashing in his grasp as she suffered the most violent orgasm in her life. Her eyes fluttered as her thighs jerked and spasmed, while drool and nectar bubbled out of her mouth and washed down her shaking tits, her soul blindsided and penetrated by the vile spear of evil that boiled in her veins.

With each beat of the heart, pounding in her ears, she felt another explosion of pleasure race through her body, her lustful moans muffled by the shaft in her mouth. She blacked out from over-stimulation, finding herself subconsciously aware of the feeling that her heart was hardening, becoming stony and impenetrable as a new clarity was grafted onto her mind, ripping away loving sentiment and cherished emotions.

Her head lolled to the side as her body lost its rigidity and became slack, the plowing stamens of Cava-til still keeping up their lustful assault. Her eyes had rolled back into her head as incoherent, animal moans gurgled out of her throat, her brain rendered mush from overwhelming ecstasy, all the while she had realized how foolish she had been all along.

She had no chance against the dark queen in the north, she never did. How naïve she was to think that the power of love could resist such wanton treachery...such incredible sensual delight. As Cava-til's stamens loosened around her arms, her hands involuntarily went to straight to huge breasts, her body eager to quell her insatiable lusts. Her nails rubbed over her bright nipples, pinching them as well sinking into the gorgeous swells of her tits, her fingers nearly overcome by their abundant softness.

She sobbed and twitched to the impossible sensations coursing through her veins, loving the liquid heat that Cava-til pumped down her throat and deep into her womb. With each gout of wicked nectar spewed into her body, drowning her in bliss, she realized there was nothing to fear about turning to darkness. This was heaven.

Her pussy lips were like a butterfly to a blossom, milking his stamen, until it had sucked every last drop of corrupting nectar into her luscious center. She couldn't think for herself anymore. All thoughts centered around serving and enslaving other's to the dark queen's will, and the more she thought of it, the more aroused she became, an evil smile dawning on her face. She thought of sinking her infernal claws into her innocent daughter and came at the idea, her orgasm setting off a wave of changes across her body.

From within and out, her body burned, her skin erupting into flames, stoking pleasure and pain all the same. Her blonde hair whitened into a wintry hue while her clear, porcelain skin was consumed by magical fire, her complexion charring into obsidian black as her bright blue eyes quickly turned blood red, glowing with inner malevolence. All the while, her glorious fairy wings were remolded, splintering apart and restitching themselves into grotesque bat wings, the ends of her wingspan tipped with sharp claws.

She dropped to her knees, wallowing in her orgiastic downfall as the flames died down, a satisfied growl leaving her lips as she admired the afterglow of her damnation. Clear beads of sweat dribbled down her breasts, gigantic and beautiful, pliable mountains of trembling ebony that caught the glow from floating embers. She took in a deep breath as Cava-til lowered his petals, the fresh forest air blowing away the scent of ash.

To her, it smelled too fresh. She looked forward to the day when the air reeked of fornication, heathen magic and burning trees. But first, she had a daughter to corrupt. Luna stood up, the soft peaks of her chest standing at attention while her sculpted ass bounced proudly from her movement, her lustful body gleaming in the afternoon sun. She grinned as she noticed the full moon pendant resting between her lush cleavage had almost melted away, with only a charred black crescent remaining.

"Thank you Cava-til...for showing me the path. I am so sorry that I did not give you the attention you craved in days past. We will be together forever once I have tarred and ransacked this wretched forest in honor of my Queen."

"All is forgiven in the baptism of fire. I look forward to our days together, my Lady of the Wood. Please do re-educate our daughter as to what it means to be a servant and friend to all the woodland creatures."

Luna smiled evilly. "Oh I will, don't you worry about that."

Bella floated to a tall, verdant tree, humming happily as she knocked on its trunk, rapping on the wood with a series of light and heavy knocks, as the bark parted and welcomed her into its enchanted abode. Elmsmile was a perpetually happy tree, and the more joy Bella felt as she took shelter in his center, the more delight was shown on his face.

Bella lived an unhurried, idle life. She often spent her days preening and primping her luxuriant, golden hair in front of the placid, gleaming lakes of her woodland home. She was entranced by her own beauty, washing herself in the sparkling waters as the cool tides licked and lapped at her full, round breasts, an inheritance from her beauteous mother, as were the lush moons of her ass, softer than silk but still as firm as could be.

And yet, for all her self-love, her personality was saccharine sweet, typical of most fairy temperaments, oblivious like most of her kind to the passions her form elicited in baser creatures. Hers was a velvet-lined existence, ignorant of the wars and hardships of greater Camelot, her beauty excusing her indifference.

"Greeetings...Bella....a butterfly...landed....on...me..." boomed the tree, its voice baritone and fatherly, sharing his trivial observation of the past day.

Bella clasped her hands together with a gasp of joy as if it were the greatest news she could possibly hear. "OH! That is so wonderful Elmsmile!" She hugged one of his roots, embracing it like a long lost family member, before looking at it with the kind of sincerity that only a fairy could muster. "You are the greatest tree a fairy could ask for...I can only hope to be as wise as you one day."

Her blissful naivete would be short lived, for the trees of Fair Wood, though noted for their ability to utter piercing eloquence, were absolutely dreadful in their ability to keep a conversation, needing at least a day to vocalize new thoughts and observations. And so Elmsmile could only creak and bend in terror as he heard and felt a fell wind blow his way.

He could sense an infernal tempest, uprooting pines and shattering oaks into screaming splinters of wood, as peaceful forest animals were left tainted and vicious in its wake. He cursed himself for not being able to warn his charge, and hardened his bark as much as he could but to no avail. Mother Luna had arrived.

The fallen Lady of the Wood stopped before Elmsmile, her tremendous bat wings stirring the air as she lowered herself down on the shattered remnants of the surrounding trees. Elmsmile shuddered at her sight. Being a tree, he knew very little of the outside world, but some things were so primal and instinctive to all that live, that he had no doubt that pure evil stood before him.

Mother Luna stepped forward, her eyes glowing like red stars as her succulent breasts jostled to her dominant stride, pouting obsidian globes outlined by her blindingly white tresses, relishing her nudity as she cackled into the air. She put her hand to Elmsmile's trunk, drinking in his fear as she watched his bark darken and fall away underneath her dark magic. She closed her eyes, seeing through the tree's consciousness, and moaned as she saw her daughter inside, completely unaware of the madness outside as she picked flowers in the tree's internal garden.
Bella picked up a lavender flower, smiling as she breathed deeply of its fragrance. It never ceased to amaze her how things always smelled as beautiful as they looked, but then again, such was the way of things in the lands of Fair Wood. During her frolic in the garden, she had been all too unaware of the darkening of her environment. The friendly wisps had disappeared, the atmosphere had become humid and dank while just below her feet, waves of grass were turned yellow while other flowers slowly grew into grotesque size.

Mother Luna lurked in the darkness, snickering as she watched her daughter become mesmerized with a flower. Plain, dull little girl, it was no wonder that Fair Wood was rolling over to the encroaching darkness when it was populated with such simpletons. She stifled a moan of pleasure as she crept closer to her daughter, as thoughts of betrayal against her own people drove her arousal ever higher.

Her eyes roved over her daughter's lovely form, her pride stoked knowing that she birthed such incredible beauty into the world. Her supple, hourglass physique was complemented with a figure clinging, bright yellow dress, one that Luna had made her as a gift, in more happy times. She reached forward, hoping to yank her by her silky blonde locks while sinking her claws into the lavish swells of her chest...until she stepped over a fallen branch, her claws snapping its length instantly.

Bella flinched, dropping her flower when she heard a sharp crack behind her, finally noticing the grass below was not as healthy and vibrant as it was before. She spun around, gasping upon seeing her grinning, naked mother. Red flushed her cheeks and stuttering utterances left her mouth as her mind struggled to make sense of her mother's inky complexion, taking in the drops of sweat and arousal that streamed off her body, her mammoth breasts shining like two teardrops of oil in the diffused light of the tree.

As Luna sauntered forward, her daughter stared on in horror, paralyzed as she watched her mother's body seemingly absorb all light and then reflect it around her curves, her glossy belly looking more toned than ever while her bobbing breasts shook with every step, the light they captured making them look softer and rounder than ever before.

Bella looked into her mother's smoldering, crimson eyes and knew there was nothing left of the sweet, nurturing woman that raised her, the lecherous look on her face moving her to action. Bella launched up into the air with her fairy wings, blowing up a swirl of dust as she set for the entrance of the tree.

Mother Luna smiled, taking her time to launch into the air, knowing her new wings would outpace those of her daughter, but she held back. She wanted to let hope of escape rise in her daughter's heart before crushing it completely.

The ruptured entrance to the tree was in sight, and Bella's spirit lightened as she beat her wings harder, straining herself as she thought of warning her fairy sisters. She gasped the moment a shadow fell over her, and screamed when the grasping talons of her mother sank into her shoulders, holding her tight as the two dove for the ground.

Mother Luna pulled Bella up from her feet and into her arms, holding her tightly as she wrapped herself around her daughter, pressing her overflowing chest into her daughter's equally enormous bosom. She sealed her lips around hers as she sucked her willpower away. She reveled in the taste of her daughter, sensing the untouched virgin soul that lay beneath her flesh, its innate goodness and purity calling to her like a delicacy to be savored and ravished.

Bella shuddered as little tingles rushed along her immaculate skin, the wind screaming in her ears as she plummeted down and down. Having her mother so close, she could feel the sheer wrongness and evil that filled every part of her being, and struggled to pull herself away from her kiss, away from her supernatural grip.

Her world was reduced to the barest of senses, the feeling of her glossy hair whipping across her face, the lashing winds blowing up her dress, and her mother's salacious tongue, plundering her mouth, making sounds of pleasure as her poisonous lips smothered her with sinful desire. Worst of all, was the feeling of being drawn to her evil, as if her good nature clamored for its opposite.

But Bella knew there would be no complement of opposite energies, no balance, only chaos. And virtuous though she was, she was no warrior, and feared that if her mother melded her darkness within her soul there would be only evil, pure evil.

Luna gripped her daughter closer as the hard ground sharpened into view, kissing her daughter more passionately than ever, letting her paralyzing toxins work over her voluptuous body, compelling her passivity and arousal. She rejoiced to the little muffled whimpers that came out of her mouth, her twitching limbs weakening in their fight, until her thrashing finally slackened into calm resignation.

Bella knew this was improper but couldn't fight it, unable to resist the throbs of pleasure from her mother's lips that rendered her body limp, and soon felt dry, yellowed grass crunch underneath her as her mother piled her into the ground. Dust flew up at their impact while the wind was knocked out of her lungs. She gasped for air as her mother pulled away from her lips, regarding her with a hungry glint in her eyes.

Mother Luna breathed deeply before settling her hands on her daughter's breasts, her pitch black fingers sliding around her saffron yellow dress before cupping the large, creamy white mounds inside. Her eyes flashed into pure flame for a moment, as she willed her infectious essence to stream off her skin, oozing like oil and onto her vulnerable daughter.

Bella's eyes regarded her mother with abject terror, her body beginning to involuntarily writhe and tickle with pleasure as rivers of black melted through her dress and seeped into her skin, the liquid having a mind of its own as the streams moved against gravity and headed for her openings. A feeling of calm washed over her, urging her mind to just let it happen, her body long having surrendered with docile acceptance.