“Moth- I mean, My Queen!” calls Honey as she entered the audience chamber and approached your throne of thorns, her enormous breasts swaying hypnotically with each step.
“Honey, my sweet daughter,” you greet the dryad warmly. You had missed your daughter. You couldn’t wait to wrap your lips around those fat nipples and suck the honey from them. “What do you have to report from the east?”
After creating your castle for you, Honey and your babies to live in, you had granted Honey the power to control the forest as you did and sent her out to scout the area. You knew it was only about half a day’s walk from here to your former master’s tower, and about the same back to where you had encountered the woodcutter. Unfortunately, you weren’t entirely sure which direction was which since at the time you’d had no landmarks and it had been quite a whirlwind of a day. Regardless, you couldn’t risk anyone discovering your castle before you were ready.
“My Queen, I have captured several intruders but not all were human,” says Honey. Her pale green skin gleams under the light of your tree, which rises behind your throne.
“Oh? Have you brought them with you?” you ask. Perhaps you will have some sisters soon, Honey. You think as shift the baby suckling at your tit. Nearby are two cribs crafted of twisted branches, like everything in your castle. Sleeping inside the closest is your baby, while you feed Honeys’.
“Yes, my Queen,” says Honey. “They wait just outside.”
“Very good, Honey. Please bring them in,” you command.
Honey nods once and turns back to the audience chamber entry. You sense her command the forest and the curtain of flowers are thrust aside as two hulking, tree-like creatures drag a group of beings wrapped in vines before you.
“Ents?” you ask of Honey, tilting your head towards the tree creatures. You had read about these creatures in your former masters’ books, but you had no memories of them from the past dryads.
“Yes, my Queen,” she answers, and you hear the excitement in her voice. “When I discovered the intruders, an image of the creatures appeared in my mind. I do not know where it came from, but I was able to summon them from the forest to serve me.”
You wonder if you had passed some of your memories and knowledge onto Honey when you had given her a body. These ones looked a little different from the illustrations you had seen in books though. These had large wooden cocks, for one thing. Like mother, like daughter, you think. You wonder what else she might remember from your life before the forest. A question for later, you decide, and turn your attention to the group of captives.
The group was mostly human, but as Honey said, not all. All together there were four humans, three men and a woman, two elf women and a centaur, of all things. So many, and so close to the castle. Troubling, but maybe you can turn this to your advantage.
You rise from your throne, walk over to the cribs and lay Honey’s baby down. She settles in the blanket of moss within and falls asleep. Turning to the captives, you demand, “Well? What do you have to say for yourselves? What excuse do you have for trespassing within my forest?”
None seemed inclined to speak up until Honey gives one a savage kick and barks “Speak when your Queen orders you to, scum”
“Not my queen,” says a human man. He manages to struggle to his feet against the vines and spits on the floor before you. “And not your forest, either!”
“How dare you!” shouts Honey, starting towards the man.
“Wait,” you say, halting her before she kills him. The man is handsome, and his defiance excites you. “Let’s start again. I am Queen of the Great Forest and you are trespassing within my domain. I am willing to forgive your crimes due to your ignorance on the condition that you go forth and let your kin know that this forest is mine. And perhaps, after we spend some time… getting to know each other.”
“Bull-fucking-shit,” swears the man. “My family has been hunting this forest for generations. It belongs to no one. Especially not some green skinned demon slut with her tits hanging out.”
“Very well. It seems a demonstration of my power is required,” you say. Standing, you raise a hand and the vines fall way from the man. “Come, challenge me if you believe you can. Lay claim to my forest.”
The man hesitates a moment, glancing back at the others still tied up behind him. Then, with a roar, he charges towards you. A knife, drawn from his boot, flashes in his hand but his arm seems to move in slow motion to you. With ease you step aside, lash out a hand and plunge your fingers deeply into the man’s chest.
The other captives cry out, but the man can only gasp, the knife falling from his fingers to thud against the wooden floor. Your magic flows through you and into the man just as it had done the woodcutter. But you aren’t going to make a new daughter this time. The other trespassers need a lesson they can take back to their people.