The Flowering tree 4
"collateral effects"
Crispan woke to hear disgruntled voices outside his sleeping alcove.
Rising from his pallet bed he moved quietly closer until the words as
well as the tones
could be heard.
"Allia, that still doesn't explain why we're both dribbling milk out
of our chests! I mean, you may be set up for that, but I'm a man! Men
don't give
milk!"
"Don't be so narrow-minded. Males of any mamalian species can produce
milk, it's just that they seldom do."
The image of the two standing before him, leaking milk caused
Crispan's flower and stalk to spasm and saliva to flood his mouth. An
impish thought
crossing his mind, Crispan closed his eyes and imagined the way the
air currents felt throughout the house. openning his eyes, he made
his way through
the house figuring the places that would put him upwind of his
mother's alcove, where she and Lisiir continued to compare notes.
"For goddess' sake don't touch them Allia! They're too sore!"
"Of course they're sore you big baby, they look even more swollen than
your penis does."
"Your one to talk, Miss bustin'-right-out-of-her-clothes! I'm sure
they must have shrunk on the clothesline!"
"No need to be mean Lissir, besides, it's too warm in here to bother
with them anyway.
"And come to think of it, it looks like you aren't at all put off with
me anyway. Or at least not here!
Crispan padded softly closer to his mother's alcove, his stalk grew
hard and his flower slick as he heard the familiar sounds of their
lovemaking.
"Oh, it really is bigger Lisiir!" Allia cried softly.
"I don't know about that, you are much tighter than you were last
time. No consorting with your forest god?" he reponded archely.
"un- Goddess! Of course I have."
The words dissolved into incoherancies as the rhythms of their
passions rose, Lissir's deep rumble and Allia's alto murmurs becoming
sharper as
the beat of their joining became more and more rapid. Suddenly,
Lisiir gave a low moan and Allia sobbed as orgasm snatched them both.
Meanwhile,
Crispan idly played with his stalk and flower. Both Lissir and
Allia's bodies changed? What did they have in common? They'd both
shared pleasure in
his arms. So he could make people more desirous and somehow he
changed their bodies as well as his own? A sly smile curved his lips.
This
would require more research.
Listening near the alcove enterance, Crispan heard the two join again
and again.
As they subsided from yet another climax, Lissir regained his
language.
"I can't remember ever being this horny," He said, amusement and
desire lilting his words.
"Nor can I, and you barely relax before you are up again and dribbling
from that swollen thing of yours. It's odd, normally you barely come
after the
third time. Today you came more each time than you usually do and a
LOT more often."
"Allia, sweet, did you remember your sterrility charm?"
"Godess, NO! Tell me you rememberred!"
"No Allia, all I could think about was how much I wanted you and how
good it felt to pour my seed into you."
Crispan heard his mother sigh.
"Well, then I suppose this means... I don't know what it means, I
finally stopped feeling empty. Stop it Lissir! If you put that thing
in me any more today
we would both be raw!"
"But Allia I'm still so horny.."
The plaintive note in the deep voice almost undid Crispan, smothering
his giggles, he pulled away from the doorway. Straining to listen.
"Then go wake Crispan and get away from the house for a bit," She
snapped, " 'Pan.."
He heard his mother inhale sharply through her nose
"Gods BeDAMN that little brat! His scent is clouded through this room!
Why the blazes didn't I notice it 'till now."
A moment of silence followed her words.
"Because you got me pregnant."
"Allia, lovely, you're not making sense. What does getting pregnant
have to do with any of this-?"
"It has everything to do with it! We both had sex with the offspring
of a bloody FERTILITY GOD! Today both of us have more exagerated
signs of our sexes
and spend an hour talking fine before suddenly leaping at each other
and fucking like MINKS! And now that I'm pregnant I notice his scent
in the room he
hasn't been in or near since before he hit this change of his! Which
means he's probably right outside the fucking doorway."
The last sentance is deliverred in a cold snarl, quite a departure
from the previous, near-hysterical tirade. A large, familiar had
closed around Crispan's
arm just as he gatherred himself to bolt up the hall.
"We need to let your mother have some time to yourself. You young one,
have some serious explaining to do." Lissir's calm voice did nothing
to quiet the
confusing and contradictory feelings and thoughts swirling through
Crispan's heart and mind. The scent of The other man's arousal, more
powerful even now,
and laced with the scent of Allia's lust nearly drowned Crispan in
their intensity. His body fluctuated even as his pheramones spiked,
filling the air
of the hall with a stronger scent of flowers and musk.
Crispan twisted away as Lissir began to reel, his eyes glassy and his
penis pushing more than a handspan and a half longer than it had been
the previous
night, clear fluid pouring thickly from it's head, which was half
again as large around as it had been. Unable to resist, crispan
briefly clasped his hand
around the painful looking erection, feeling his body shift, flower
gaping open and breasts swelling on a cheast that narrows beneath
them. It was much
larger than it had been. Before, Crispan's fingers could easily
overlap when graping Lissir's stalk, now a gap the sise of Crispan's
thumb stood out pale between her dark fingers.
"I Said GET OUT! NOW!!" Allia screamed.
Crispan started, and released Lisiir, bolting from the house. Lissir
snorted like a bull and charged after the fleeing youth.
After a she heard their progress fade, Allia slid from her wrathfull
stance in her doorway to the floor.
"They'll probably get to the first meadow before they start fucking
again," she mutterred to herself, sounding tired and resigned.
"Gods, Goddesses, what am I going to do with that child?" she asked,
eyes rolling toward the ceiling.
One hand stroked the seed and sweat-sticky skin of her belly.
"What am I going to do with this one?"