Tending a Garden

Mirabel had been given a most important task by her village. With Autumn encroaching, it was vital to have a strong stock of medicinal plants as the weather began to turn. Those with the most potent properties were found only deep within the forest, beyond the safety of the village fields.

Not that Mirabel minded much. Of course there were dangers to be aware of. Mundane things like larger predators as well as more esoteric threats like beings of wild magic. Yet neither of those intimidated her as she pushed deeper into the dense foliage. Confidence, bravery, naivete, foolishness. All of these and more she had heard others call her throughout her life, and maybe there was some truth to it. But really all she knew was that she had been given a task and so would see it through to the end.

As she stepped over the various knotted roots and thicket that tried to impede her way, she stopped to take a drink and take stock of her surroundings.

"Trees, trees, and more trees," She said turning around and surveying what she could see, "I figured I would start seeing some of the herbs I needed by now but nothing seems useful yet..."

She moved to take another step and felt a tug at her leg. Looking down she saw the thicket had snagged, pulling at her ankle. She pulled harder, yet it seemed the bramble only dug itself in more and pulled back in equal measure. With one final jerk of her leg, she felt herself pull free, only to stumble forward, falling face first into the dirt and thicket in front of her.

Groaning she sat up, brushing various debris from herself and feeling tiny scratches all over. She looked down and saw that, though she was free, the bottom of her pant leg was frayed from the effort. Even more to her dismay the struggle had cost her both her shoe and sock, leaving her right foot bare.

"Great..." She muttered to herself, testing the ground with her foot and feeling the forest floor digging into her exposed skin, making her wince. "Yeah... guess that's not happening." She shifted onto her hands and knees and crawled over to the bramble that had stolen her clothing. Peering into the thick tangle, she could just barely see her shoe and sock deep within the trap. She probed at tangle, testing with her hands to try and reach into it. Yet each time she did, it seemed her prize shifted deeper and deeper out of reach. In desperation, she gave one final reach, wincing as she felt scratches on her hand. Yet as far as she could, she could not reach it and gave a resigned sigh.

As she moved to pull her arm from the trap, she felt the same tug on her sleeve as she did on her leg. "Oh come on!" She exclaimed, trying to pull free as before but stopping herself. Strategy had never been her strength but clearly brute force would lose her a sleeve just as she had lost her shoe.

"Seems you're having trouble there?"

Mirabel looked around, hearing a soft, inquisitive voice. Crouched over the bramble as she was, however, she couldn't turn her head to see who was there.

"H-hello? Do you uh... think you could help me here? I lost my shoe and I... got stuck trying to get it back..." She swallowed her pride having to admit to an embarrassing blunder to this stranger.

"Ooh I see! Those brambles are a real killer. I've even heard some dryads use them to trap people that wander into their territory!" Mirabel opened her mouth to respond, but stopped herself, feeling a pair of gentle hands on her hips, "Let me seem if I can pull you out."

For a moment, Mirabel blushed as she thought she felt the stranger's hands wandering along her thighs, but it was over too quick to be sure. She felt the stranger pull at her hips and winced, feeling the bramble dig itself more into her arm.

"A-ah it's just digging in more!"

"Hmm..."

"That was how I lost my shoe originally, the more I pull the harder it just digs in."

"Well let me see here..." The stranger's voice trailed off as she seemed to get lost in thought and Mirabel felt her lay on top of her crouched form, feeling herself turn bright red as the woman seemed to have no compulsions pressing her fully body against hers, nearly mounting her in the process as she felt the woman's soft breasts pressing against her back.

"N-n-not that I'm ungrateful for the help b-but uh... d-do you need to be so-"

"Well it seems like you're going to lose your sleeve too unfortunately."

The woman pushed off of Mirabel, back onto her heels and grabbed her hips once more.

"Really? There's got to be a better way..."

"Maybe at one point but you're really tangled in there now. Look at the bright side," She patted Mirabel's thigh for emphasis, "You could be losing your other shoe, then you'd really be in trouble!"

Mirabel gave a resigned sigh then braced herself, "Alright tell me wh-ngh!"

Before she could finish, the woman began pulling at her hips again. After a moment, Mirabel began pulling too and after a few seconds of concentrated effort, the first sounds of stitching beginning to tear were heard.

"I-it's working I... I think I can... ah-!"

With a similar shock as before, her sleeve gave way and tore, sending Mirabel and the woman tumbling backwards. As Mirabel collected herself, she heard the woman giggling beneath her and felt her arms and legs wrapping around her, pressing her body into Mirabel's back, "We did it!"

Mirabel blushed, feeling the woman exploring her body, "Y-yeah we... we sure did ahhaha..." She stammered squirming. For a moment, she let herself enjoy the touch but then shook her head, knowing she should probably figure out how to solve her next problem. "I'm ah v-very grateful and all b-but uh... ah-?!" She jumped as she looked down, seeing the woman's hands for the first time and noticing something odd.

She twisted herself free from the woman's grasp and turned to see it wasn't just a trick of the light. Before her was a woman with skin as green as a newly sprouted leaf and long pointed ears. Yet Mirabel hardly noticed those features, distracted as she was by the woman's nudity. She felt her face heating up once more as she couldn't help but stare at the woman's soft, pert breasts, her dark green nipples standing on end. And as she thought back to how much the woman had been pressing their bodies together she could almost feel her brain short circuit at the image.

"Y-y-you're... you're a..." She stared at the woman, unable to find the words as she admired her.

"I'm Nyanthe!" She said eagerly with a smile, shifting onto her hands and knees and crawling forward.

"M-Mirabel... it's... nice to meet you too ah-!" Mirabel winced as Nyanthe gently inspected her foot.

"Hmm... seems you got a bit cut up here. Don't worry though! I have a healing touch!"

"Th-that's really not necessa-a-ahh..." Before Mirabel could finish her objecting, she felt Nyanthe's hands massaging into her soft foot. At first she felt the sting of her cuts and bruises, but that feeling slowly gave way to deep relaxation as she felt her fingers working deeper into her. Lost in the feeling she couldn't help but close her eyes and lean back, letting Nyanthe work her magic.

After what could have been minutes or hours, she felt a gentle tap on her ankle, waking her from her bliss.

"All done!" Nyanthe smiled up at Mirabel.

Mirabel looked down, blushing again having almost forgotten the woman's exposed body in her bliss. But as she forced herself to look past Nyanthe's hanging breasts, she saw her foot, cleaned of any injury she had sustained before.

"W-wow..." She flexed her toes to test it, feeling good as new, "Th-that's amazing! I... I don't know how to thank you!"

Nyanthe giggled, "Oh the company of a cute girl is thanks enough!"

Mirabel felt flustered at the comment and smiled, "A-ah I should... uh... probably figure out how to get home then... I mean I... huh...?" As she tried to move she felt a sharp pain on her ankle. Looking up from her foot, she saw that her ankle hand gotten tangled in bramble which was now digging directly into her skin.

"Oh don't pull at it! Well unless you want me to have a reason to rub there." Nyanthe smiled again.

"Wh-what's going on... how did that happen...?" Mirabel said hesitantly, worrying she already knew the answer.

"Ah sorry, I just couldn't help myself!" Nyanthe gave a slight look of sympathy as she shifted forwards a little, "You're just so cute and I was having so much fun, I couldn't let you go just yet."

"Wh-wh-what are you going to d-mnf?!" Nyanthe quickly closed the distance between them, embracing Mirabel in a deep kiss. At first she tried to pull back, but the threat of the thorns at her ankle kept her firmly in place. Then, as Nyanthe kissed her deeper, she began to feel a heady sensation taking over. The dryad's scent was that of a freshly bloomed field of flowers, and her lips tasted of the sweetest nectar she could imagine.

"Mmm you're as cute as I thought you'd be if I did that!" Nyanthe pulled back, a thin trail of honey-gold saliva trailing between their mouths for a moment before breaking.

"I... I... w-wow..." Mirabel felt her head slowly stop spinning, her thoughts clouded in a haze as she looked at the Nyanthe's body.

"Hehe seems someone likes that... ooh I know, I'll just have to keep you as a pet!"

"Wh-what?" Somewhere in Mirabel's brain, her mind was telling her to run, to push off this strange woman before she sinks her thorns any deeper into her. Yet before she can even entertain that thought, Nyanthe pushed her down onto the forest floor, a hand rubbing her sex over her pants.

"Mmm... someone's excited. But just to be sure..." With a deft and magicked hand, Nyanthe pulled a string of bramble around Mirabel's throat. "There we go!" She said, admiring her work, "Now you definitely won't be going anywhere, pet!"

"W-wait I-a-ahhnn..." Mirabel's voice was cut off with a moan as Nyanthe rubbed between her legs again, coaxing out a bit of excitement from her as a small wet spot formed on her panties.

"Getting wet already, ooh I was absolutely right. I need to keep you!" Nyanthe licked her lips, looking down over Mirabel as she moved to straddle her legs. "But first, we have to get you out of these clothes."

Nyanthe went to work, her deft hands sliding Mirabel's pants and panties down, eagerly seeing as she exposed her sex. For a moment she admired her prey, teasing her length and feeling its softness. She rubbed her palm against Mirabel's tip as she ran the fingers of her other hand through her thick bush. Mirabel whimpered as she couldn't help herself, leaking into Nyanthe's palm. The dryad brought her hand up to her mouth, smelling then tasting the wet spot.

"Mmm... even better than I imagined..." For a moment, Nyanthe looked hungrily at Mirabel's sex, but stopped herself, shaking her head. "A flower must be tended if it's to bloom." She grinned excitedly, tearing at Mirabel's shirt and exposing her own breasts. As she did, she laid her body flat across her captive's, letting her soft stomach rub against the length of Mirabel's sex, leaving wet marks on her green skin.

Mirabel squirmed, yet each time she tried to test her bonds, she felt the sharp thorns digging into her skin. And as she felt the beautiful Nyanthe licking at her nipples, making her own body hot and excited, she couldn't help but moan in pleasure as Nyanthe played with her.

"Such a delicious little treat... I can feel your excitement pet, building in your body, trembling beneath me. Such a succulent blossom, and the more I tease the more you twitch. Ah your bloom will be so delicious."

She let her hands explore Mirabel's body, one reaching around to grab at her ass, the other groping her breasts. Mirabel moaned, feeling the way Nyanthe's fingers, gentle as they always were yet deft and practiced all the same, groped at her soft skin, kneading into her body just as she had with her tender foot before. As she licked and sucked at Mirabel's breasts, her sweet, honey-gold saliva stuck to her skin, leaving her buzzing with excitement as it coated her nipples.

"Mmnn... there we go..." Nyanthe slowly shifted lower, sliding down Mirabel's body, "I think I've tended this garden enough... now for the fruits of my work..."

With an excited grin, she began licking lower down Mirabel's abdomen before reaching her thick hair between her legs, leaving a trail of gold that tangled and matted in her hair before working on her sex. With a long slow move, she dragged her tongue along Mirabel's length, making her twitch and leak, moaning.

"So soft..." She said, savoring the taste of Mirabel's excitement on her tongue. Mirabel could only whimper, lost in bliss as she was. Eagerly, Nyanthe licked her tip, placing her mouth around it, coaxing out more of Mirabel's wetness. As she teased her tongue just below the tip, Mirabel trembled, desperately trying to hold back. Nyanthe shot her a devious look, her mouth still around her, before reaching up a hand and rolling one of Mirabel's erect nipples between her fingers.

Unable to stop herself, Mirabel was pushed over the edge, arching her back and climaxing into Nyanthe's mouth. Trembling as she felt herself pulsing, releasing her arousal onto Nyanthe's soft, wet tongue.

As she lay on the forest floor, breathing heavily and coming down from her ecstasy, Nyanthe sat up, wiping a small drip of Mirabel's wetness, tinged with that same honey-gold off of her chin. Grinning, she licked her hand again, savoring any last trace of Mirabel's excitement.

"Oh I'm going to have so much fun with you, pet." Nyanthe said before reaching up.

For a moment, Mirabel breathed easy as Nyanthe freed the brambles around her throat. But then she felt a sudden prick on the side of her neck where Nyanthe was stroking gently with her fingers.

"Wh... what was..." But the world began to spin and she felt herself fading.

"Sleep well pet." Nyanthe said with a grin before everything faded into a calm, black, sinking in the blissful afterglow of Nyanthe's work.