Fruiting [1]

Noah couldn't pry his gaze from the axe. Though old the way Liora held it and the way her hair waved in the gusts of wind like serpents writhing ready to strike turned it into the very image of an executioners blade. He gulped nervously, eyes shaky.

"I don't think that'll be necessary." He tried to say, yelping as Liora shot him a deathly look.

"I decide what is necessary Noah. This is my farm. If I want to cut down a tree. I will cut. It. Down." She spoke more to Serris than to him.

Serris barely flinched though seemed abundantly aware of what an axe like that could do to a tree like her. "Harming Noah is not in my seeking." She said, "he is my fruiter, harming him will leave me lonesome and without strength until his passing."

Noah shot around in confusion, "excuse me? What does that mean."

"I and my sisters seek only a single man to become our fruiter. After their passing we will seek another to fulfil the role."

"Well that stings," he grumbled. Being told so bluntly that he was replaceable was just like a kick in the shin by someone wearing steel tipped boots pointed with a dagger. Unpleasant.

A puff of smoke huffed from Liora's mouth, gripping the axe tighter she looked between the two, not completely convinced by Serris' proclamation. All eyes had fallen on her, Noah not able to say anything for fear of the axe being put into use, and Serris because she wasn't particularly chatty.

"I'm going to warn you once. Both of you, I may not know how to properly use an axe, and I am entirely sure that a single swing of this is going to pull my back, but if I see anything happen to Noah, I'm going to end you."

As intimidating as both the tone and subject were, Noah couldn't help but linger on a singular aspect.

"If you see?" he trembled.

Liora nodded once, glance his way with axe bouncing in her grip, "I'm not going anywhere Noah. You're a stick and I don't trust the dryad in the slightest. So I'm going to stand right here, ready to cut it down while you have… uh, 'feed' it."

Flaring slightly, Noah trembled, cheek twitching profusely. "As in your going to watch?"

"Of course. How else will I know if it sticks its sticks in places they don't belong?" as innocently malicious as she phrased it, the underlying concept was not lost to him.

"Do you have to?" he squeaked.

"Yes Noah. I do." She billowed a response.

A swift look to Serris showed she felt nothing but neutrality to the idea. 'Likely because she's a monster,' Noah reasonably reasoned.

"Oh, w-well, I don't have to do it today." Stuttering he was tempted to skirt away. Being watched by his host while he was doing the nasty was not something on his list of wants.

"Oh no, you are. You want to sell those cherries and just to get to Tallmire is going to take days so we need to leave as soon as possible. Meaning we want those cherries down as soon as possible so we can be on the way." With every utterance Noah paled while Liora struggled to keep herself from flaring. Just as aware how licentious such an idea was. But considering it was Noah's life that could be in danger it was an acceptable effect. In fact, it calmed her slightly by removing the previously fetishistic concept and moved it into the point of being for the safety of Noah. Even if it did mean she was witness to something meant for privacy between lovers.

Gaping in response, Noah was unsure of how to respond. In the end he shrivelled and shrunk like a kicked puppy being scolded. "I take it there's no convincing you to… y'know, not watch?" she shook her head determinedly. "Perfect."

Facing Serris he met her pristine pinkish orbs and fumbled mentally. "I guess we're going to…" Serris nodded.

"We shall." She practically beamed as she disappeared back into her lumberous housing. Cracks soon echoed from the trunk as it snapped and shifted into the shape of a steep staircase much like the one he'd descended after his first meeting with her.

Liora jumped at the noises, her axe rising above her head ready to bare down as she shook like a newborn deer but seeing the staircase appearing she calmed somewhat.

Noah looked back conflicted then sighed his concerns away. It was his fault things got this far, no point in ignoring it and letting things get more out of hand than they already were. Lifting one leg, he moved closer to the tree, another, then by five he was before them. About to lay down his sole atop the first step, he was jolted as Liora blurted.

"Wait!" she shouted sending Noah spinning, "you're not going up there." She proclaimed with such assurance like that of a queen commanding her servantry.

"But I have to-" he pointed upwards where Serris' head was peeping over the top.

"Not up there you're not. It can appear, it can just stick its butt out down here." Clutching her axe Noah's pallour darkened to the bounds of hopelessness.

"You meant literally watch…" he whined. Having seen the ascending stairs appearance he'd been hopping that would be enough for her, clearly it was not. "You hear that Serris?"

The wood twisted and reconnected into a perfect trunk unblemished by scars. Serris' head popping out about halfway down. "I have. If that would calm Liora then I shall do so." Below her head, around hip height the wood bubbled outwards as a single ball that then separated into two. They connected together at the centre leaving a smooth crevice of a womans plump bottom. Serris' rump extruded more forming the faint accentuation of dimples, thighs, and a slit at the crotch.

Noah gaped, eyes bolting wide as he saw Serris' slit lighten with pinkish lines of the same energy that permeated her eyes. A moist dripping line of pale rose nectar soon descended into a drooping line from the bottom of her vagina, the colour sticking out against the grey undertones her barky skin was coloured in.

His gaze bolted away and fell to Liora who was equally as thrown back by the sight as he was. For all intents and purposes it was the rump of a young woman. Pert, plump, almost athletic in nature. Soft to look at and alluring.

One drop of Serris' nectar came loose and fell to the soil filling the verdure with a powerful smell of baking cherries. Liora tilted her head to the side and was blinking profusely as if trying to reason with herself to the unusual sight of a womans ass sticking out of a tree.

Plaming his face and holding his hand there, Noah thought back to earth. He'd be remised if he didn't liken it to those hip masturbators, he most certainly was not tempted to buy one of if they didn't cost a fortune.

'How is this a thing?' he thought as another eruption of cherry scent exuded from Serris. 'A week ago, I was worrying about renting an apartment and finding a job and now I'm next to a tree about to have sex with the woman inside it while being watched by an older woman. I know I should be happy, but holy shit what the fuck is going on?' doubtful this question would ever answered.

Finding a sudden itch on his scalp Noah moved to scratch it, the slight shifting motion drawing Liora onto him only to flush and dart away a second later when she processed exactly what the dripping dryad's bottom was meant for.

"W-well then. I, uh, I guess you should start?" her grip loosening on the axe until the butt tapped the earth letting her muscles calm from its weight. Eyes darted all about unable to find anywhere to properly focus but finding herself constantly attracted to the womanly rump protruding from lumber and Noah stood just off to the side of it.

He looked down to Serris' butt then up to her eyes uncontrollably twitching all the while.

"Yeah… I guess I should." He spoke but thought, 'just think you're alone and hope you don't last long. No wait, that's just as humiliating as this…"