Nymph was short for nymphomaniac. And Bopkin’s potions, admittedly through your interference, further transformed those who turned into the nature spirits into sexual fiends with an insatiable appetite for feminine nectar on par with the ravenous hunger of succubi for semen and mortal life force. Your initial assumption that because most of them had been men they were attracted to women had been far off the mark. Another fault of your plan had been choosing an exclusively lesbian female race, something a few seconds of research could’ve uncovered. Blossom’s solution was allowing you to join the coven of Wood Nymphs through her use of the Chronivac.
You latched onto one Ivy’s nipples, biting down just hard enough for you to pull and let your swirling tongue tease her erect nub. Instead of milk, a viscous and golden sap spilled from her heavily laden and overflowing breasts. But you almost choked on the sweet liquid when you tried to suppressed a moan as the former twin swordsmen Flora and Fleur suddenly did same to your voluminous tits. You ran your hands through the throng of the elfin women’s cascade of the creeping vines blooming with fragrant flowers and herbs spilling from their head before pushing them deeper into your bosom.
Finding yourself as the focus of the orgy, Rain’s much thicker and prehensile tentacle hair coiled around your stem-like and thick thighs. Thorns poisoned with aphrodisiacs pierced the outer layer of chloroplast and into the capillaries that sent it surging through the rest of your plant-like body. Another vine, this time emerging from her mouth spread apart the petals covering your dripping and wet flower. Joining the probing limb reaching deep into your core was Jasmine who buried her face in your crotch, and sent her more normal tongue exploring the outer layers of your clenching slit.
After gulping down another mouthful of Ivy’s sap you released her nipple and began kissing your way down the toned stomach. The layer of soft bark covering her torso gave the impression of a corset. More than willing to aid her sister nymph, she guided you to her waiting sex. Even if for different reasons, both of you groaned before your mouth started to suck on her clit. A thrumming pulse was sending quakes through your body after Rain found your sensitive cervix. But there was more than that with the forest itself joining in.
You had your vision full of Wood Nymph pussy, but whatever Blossom was doing with the Chronivac you loved the way the tendrils of the floral stamens filled into your repurposed and eager anal passage. Weaving themselves together into something far more phallic they increased the force and pace of their thrusts.
Through your and your sisters connection to nature you could sense more wider ranging changes following. Pulling away to confirm, you could see the glade that had opened up into the lake and location of your orgy had practically been overgrown with wicked vines, branches, and thickets that would make it impassable or slow any advance to crawl. An intruder would have to carve a path by despoiling the weald with their machetes or fire. Thorned vines like Rain’s hair were woven through the trees whose thick crowns choked out everything but the odd ray of moonlight. Ambient light instead came from the bioluminescence of the plants, a couple of the Wood Nymphs, or the swarms of fireflies that had gathered around the lake.
Several feminine figures seemed fused to the base of the trees. Stretching out your senses to confirm, you were embraced by a single composite mind constituted of several of your former sisters. The lustful lyrics of Her many-voiced song soothed your sadness, She was the Genius Loci – the sentient manifestation of the forest. Her roots were already spreading and growing Her influence. As more women or transformed men were sacrificed and absorbed by the trees, Her power and ability to protect the forest would increase manifold.
The trio led by Blossom, formerly Captain Mikos, who held the crystal ball had changed drastically. Blossom’s body was woven together by curving branches carved with druidic runes and symbols and with hollows akin to a skeleton. The green glowing interior and eyes reminded you of a lich. Although she burst with verdant energies rather than the channeling the pallid chill of death. She had every opportunity to return herself and everyone around to you to normal with the Chronivac, but spurred by the mental effects of the potions instead evolved herself into one of the mythical Arch-dryads.
Her subordinates Umbra, formerly the orc-blooded human Urmak, and Sylvana, the high-born Sharona, stood at the apex of the Leanan Sídhe. No longer your sisters, the two Titanias had been appointed the queens and first members of the Unseelie and Seelie Courts. Together they would balance Darkness and Light. Winter and Summer. Predation and Symbiosis. Umbra’s pale and blue tinged flesh shimmered like ice as it reflected the inner radiance of Sylvana’s golden tanned skin. Yet despite embodying those opposite qualities, both of the exceedingly voluptuous fairy matriarchs were casting loving gazes at the other. You could see their feelings for each other transcended the carnal and wanton eroticism of your first transformation. Umbra was the first to break the enchanting moment of silence and called Rain to her with a beckoning wave of her hand.
Extracting herself from you, you could feel a shudder running through your spine when she withdrew her tongue from your sex and uncoiled the thorns that had pierced your legs. The punctures almost immediately filled with hardening sap, though it did nothing for the aphrodisiacs still in your system. Rain then knelt before the Winter Queen who touched the spirit’s forehead. Almost immediately the Wood Nymph’s exposed flesh turned white and glittered like powdery snow as she was claimed as an Unseelie. Her lips darkened with purple-black of frostbite as did much of her limbs, both radiating frozen blue veins across her physique where sharp icicles clad and burst from her body. The dyke nymph's entire countenance changed to something darker, more mysterious, and enticingly dangerous.
Next, their eyes turned to you.