“I don’t understand,” Honey says. She looks at you with puzzlement, her face ever so slightly turned up towards yours and you almost lose your control right then and there. You just want to force her sexy little face right into your pussy. “What else would I call my mother?”
“Uh,” you force the image from your mind and try to think. What should she call you? What are you to her? You created her but you didn’t give birth to her. You search the memories you received from your tree. What was the forest like when there were many dryads living amongst the trees? Then you have it.
“I am your mother, but I am not just your mother. I am your Queen,” you say, and as soon as you say it you know it is right. You are not just another dryad. You are Queen of the Forest.
“My Queen” Honey whispers, and it sends chills through you that feel like a million mini orgasms across your body. The scent of flowers explodes around you, stronger than ever before. It’s intoxicating. Your pussy is dripping with arousal. Without thinking you reach down and rub it, then bring your hand back up to your face and lick your fingers. The aroma is so strong on your fingers it nearly knocks you out. The smell is coming from you! Pheromones? You wonder.
To test your theory, you reach down again and plunge your fingers into your hot, moist lips and give them a good rub before bringing them back up to Honey’s face. Her nostrils flare like an animals’ as she catches the scent and her eyes dilate so much you can barely see the whites anymore. She lunges for your hand with her mouth and starts sucking and licking your fingers, desperate to taste your juices. Your pheromone laced, drug-like juices.
The sensation of having Honey suck on your fingers combined with the intoxication of your own pheromones drive any more rational thought from your mind. You pounce on Honey with a growl and latch on to her swollen breast. Sweet honey floods your mouth. You wrap your legs with hers and start grinding your swollen pussy against her thigh, your juices quickly making her leg slick and you feel her doing the same.
You moan and grunt as you rut like animals in the grass. Wondering if Honey tasted as sweet elsewhere you push your daughter onto her back and shove your face down between her knees. Your tongue darts out and you lap at her soaking pussy. The taste is different. A mix of honey and vanilla. It’s delicious. Honey screams as you devour her.
Night begins to fall before you manage to untangle yourselves from one another, the affects of your pheromones lingering but no longer strong enough to compete with your exhaustion. If you had any lingering doubts you were other than human they’re gone now. No human could have that many orgasms.
“I await your orders, my Queen,” says Honey. You glance at her and see she has a sly grin on her face. Oh, this one is going to be trouble. You can’t wait.
“We should return to my tree,” you say. Then a thought occurs to you. “Honey, do you know where your tree is?”
“My tree?” she thinks about it for a bit. “I think you are my tree.”
That doesn’t sound right to you. All dryads are meant to have their own tree. But you just don’t know enough about how it all works to say for sure. You decide the best way to learn more is return to your tree and see if there are any more memories. You take Honey’s hand and step into the shadow of a nearby tree.
Nothing happens.
“Mother?” asks Honey. “I mean, my Queen?”
You shake your head at her. Why can’t you Shadowstep? Is it because you’re trying to take Honey with you? You let go of her hand and try again. Still nothing. You reach out with your mind and take hold of the forest’s magic. It flows into you. You feel powerful. You step into the shadows.
“Why won’t this work?” you shout and stomp a foot.
Huh. You look down at the foot you stamped. Why did I do that? You think. You’ve never acted like that before. Just how much has your transformation changed you?
“Come on, Honey. It’s a long walk home.”