Nature's Whore

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Note from the Author:

Hello readers. A big thanks to the people that read, rated, bookmarked, and in any other way showed support for the first chapter of Nature's Whore. The upcoming few chapters will actually have some plot, going into Isabel's story, and the path she's on. Yes, believe it or not: there is a plot for this brain fucked human. The next couple chapters are less erotic, but the mind numbing, brain ruining, body infesting smut will return in full in Chapter 4.

Thank you all.

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A little girl cried in the woods, her dirty clothes and tear stained sleeves stuck to her skin in the damp air. This grove might have been beautiful most times, but now, the little girl was out of strength, unable to do little more than quietly sob alone at dusk, unaware of the presence only a few steps away. The Entity spoke with an odd vibration, like her voice was a quiet drum "Why are you here little human?"

The girl didn't bother looking up "Mommy and Daddy won't wake up, I couldn't stop them from putting Mommy and Daddy in the ground."

The Entity responded "That is why you are crying, not why you are here in my grove." The entity chided.

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Ball Nàdair

Isabella's bonded staff.

By calling it's name, Ball Nàdair appears in Isabel's hand as a seed that quickly grows into a sturdy staff. Isabel had crafted the theory of the spell in her first semester at Redhurst, but was unable to do much with it. Since her first field trip, she has crafted other spells that grow from Ball Nàdair are like roots in a tree, and each strengthens the rest. No one but Isabel seems to understand how the spell works and feeds on its own enchantments.

Her self doubt has left her unable to form a bond with a familiar. In lieu of a familiar, she trusts in Mother Nature to give her the strength she needs, and this staff is proof of that trust.

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Isabel yawned and stretched before sitting up and rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes. "I haven't dreamed of home for a while... I wonder how Emeralda is doing?" the woods were just waking up around Isabel, the sounds of birds singing their morning greetings slowly filling the tree tops until the bird songs were as dense as the morning dew that rolled off Isabel's sleeping bag.

Great, mighty trees surrounded the human, giving her a feeling of being watched over by ancient slumbering giants of bark and sap under the early dawn light. She slept better in the forests and woods than she did in the brick and mortar dorms of Redhurst, the traveling school of magic she attended, but she could only stay in the woods nearby with special permission, and only on the weekends, but everytime she awoke here it was with a new feeling of freshness.

Rolling over, she fetched her large backpack and retrieved the enchanted scroll Redhurst issued to all of it's students. Using her finger, she made a horizontal swipe across the top, and another vertically to bring the glyphs to life.

One was a bird with a ribbon attached to its leg, and circling it made the bird move and open the drawn scroll on its leg open for Isabel to write a message on. She wrote the name 'Thorin Oakenshield' and followed it with a short message that she was awake, detailed the weather, and added "And no brain pollen." so he would know she wasn't being threatened or in duress.

This was required so that Redhurst would know she was safe all alone in the wilds.

She set her scroll back in her pack, and started removing herself from her sleeping bag. She slept in her undergarments, plain cream colored cotton panties and bra that was almost too big for her meager breasts. She wasn't a very assuming woman; at 18, she had only entered puberty a couple years before, and her A cups matched the narrow petite waist and hips that would have made for a good swimming physique if the pale skinned woman had any real athletic ability.

She wasn't tall either, at 5'6" and barely 120 pounds, she was in no way imposing, and the only things that stood out about her was her light brown hair that matched her mossy brown eyes, save for the red hairs hiding in her long locks that hung below her shoulders.

Plain, ordinary, and with a few freckles, she didn't look like she could survive in the wilds alone. "I should send Emeralda a letter when I go back to Redhurst. I still haven't told her about meeting the Suture Vine and Flowering Lattice..." she blushed recalling how she had lost her virginity to the plants, Sasquatches, and the elf: Thorin.

That last thought made her face turn tomato red "I didn't mean to put hi-his thing in my butt! I just wanted him in-inside and missed! He must think I'm some kind of whor-whore!" She buried her face in her hands in embarrassment.

She calmed down a little "But... it did feel really good..." her thoughts drifted back to the feeling of her pussy being filled, the sensation of her breast being sucked on by the vines. It had taken her a day to regain consciousness afterward even with healing magic, and days longer for her to be back at 100%, but since then there was a desire she hadn't felt before.

A desire to be held, to be warm, the roughness and pain that gave way to pleasure. She wanted that again, her shyness kept her from asking to join Thorin's bed, the thought of asking him to fill her womb with his seed made her heart race.

She blinked, suddenly aware of the heat between her legs, and the beating of her heart. "I-I do have some time to spare..." She shimmied back into her sleeping bag and closed her eyes, running her hands to her privates to feel her blood pulsing to her womanhood. Her fingers ran over her wet panties and sucked a breath at the light friction of her digits over her snatch that made her hesitate a moment before sliding three of her fingers over the cloth to stimulate her lower lips with simple massaging motions with her right hand while her left traveled up her tummy to pull down her bra and tweak her nipple.

The need was building in her, and without realizing it she reached under her now soaked underwear to play with her labia and press on her clit with her palm making her let out an unsteady breath and push her panties down until she could use her pale foot to push the offending clothing off her leg. She imagined her pale lips being prodded and pushed aside by the smooth skin like bark of vines, searching for her wet tunnel, tracing the moisture to find the entrance to her cave of want.

Isabel twisted her nipple by mistake, making her yelp from pain but also making her mind shift to the thought of a plant wrapping around her small buds. The tendril she imagined found her opening and traced the outside, soaking in her fluids, tasting her nectar before slipping in and driving a moan from her throat that faded behind the bird song above her.

Isabel's breathing picked up in pace as the fantasy vine pushed deeper into her, wiggling about to find the places that felt best to plant its seeds in the soil of Isabel's body. Her senses heightened, the smell of the forest became the scent of the plants that were partaking in her pleasure, the damp air shifted to be cool embrace of a lover tenderly tickling her skin as she herself out of the sleeping bag, and exposed herself to the cool morning air for all of Nature to witness her giving her flesh to the pleasure of the plants that played with her.

Her nipples grew erect, heightening their sensitivity to vine's touch, the heat in her loins increased until the vine pushed deep into her to plant roots in her womb.

She laid there, exposed and naked to the forest, finger fucking herself as the fantasy become a hallucination. The feeling of rootlets creeping across her neck, jaw, and finally into her ears to give her the ecstasy she had experienced a month before. She bucked her hips at the image of her own violation, her giving herself to the woods to grow more trees in her.

Somewhere is her pleasure drugged mind, she was aware of a rapid quiet barking sound above her, a squirrel hiding in the Flowering Lattice that was already filling her orifices with its nectar as her climax approached. The rootlets entered her skull, whispering sweet words that were drowned out by the sap they pumped into her brain.

The Suture Vine thrust its small vine into her pussy, pushing at her cervix to plant its seeds. Isabel arched her back to welcome the intruder into her belly, and her breathing became more ragged, unsteady, and the short shallow breaths she sucked in gave her no oxygen as the plants strangled her until her mind exploded in pleasure and shuddered in orgasm.

Isabel fell out of the fantasy, and back into the waking world. Her white skin was covered in morning dew and sweat. She was completely aware of how exposed she was, how vulnerable she was as she panted in bliss. The woman removed her finger from her satisfied pussy and laid her hands on her quaking belly, letting her hearing refocus on the birds above her.

Then the barking came again, and she opened her eyes to see a squirrel in the tree above her, watching her and barking out warnings of the strange creature on the forest floor. "Oh... hello little squirrel..." She panted in greeting. "I didn't think I'd have... an... audience..." she blushed brighter red than before, realizing she had just masturbated in front of a squirrel that was no doubt keeping its watchful gaze on her in case she was a predator.

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30 minutes later, Isabel had regained her composure, dressed in her brown leggings, green tunic, and matching cloak. She apologized to the squirrel for bothering it, and removed the Alarm spell she had placed to wake her in case a predator came too close while she slept. Now she was busy cleaning her hands in a nearby stream. "Thistle thorns... what's gotten into me?" she pondered as she stood to look for food. "A month ago I never would have done something like that, and now? Willow leaves, that felt so real... almost like it was actually happening."

Her search led her to a small patch of berry bushes, ones that she recognized as being safe to eat. "Hello Berry Bush." she knelt down and arms length away from one, getting on her knees so the bright red berries were her eye level. "I'm really hungry, and your berries look so tasty, I have rations but they taste pretty stale, and aren't sweet. I can leave you with some food to attract more of Nature's Children to find you though, and they can leave you some fertilizer." Isabel waited a moment, knowing she wouldn't be able to know if the bush said yes or not.

She hung her head in defeat, and sighed "Ah... you're right, I can't understand you... but I'll leave some food for animals to find just in case you wanted to say yes." She found the bag of local seeds that she had bought from the market before her trip. They weren't safe for humans, but safe for other animals such as deer and squirrels. Scattering a handful about, she cast a quick scent spell to make the area around the bush smell like apples. "There, that should bring you a few friends to help. See you later bush."

With only her tack left to eat, Isabel began munching on the stale and bland ration while she walked, but couldn't stomach the taste after more than a few bites, and so rewrapped it before storing it away again "Weird, I remember being able to stomach tack last month... I knew I should have stopped at the apiary on campus before leaving..."

She took care not to step on any of the plants that happened to be under foot, making her hike take longer than would be expected. The forest was alive with the sounds of animals now, and even the smallest of them had come out to look for food, or mates.

Checking the time on her scroll, it wasn't even 9 yet, and the forest was full of life. The smell of fresh dirt, and the feeling of clean air on her skin made for the perfect walk through the brush and bushes that frequently filled the space beneath the ancient trees. Here and there the sun was able to shine through the branches above, showering Isabel in light and heat.

Her walk was interrupted by a sound she had not expected to hear, a quiet whimper. She stopped, training her ears for the sound, trying to filter out the canopy above and her own breathing while listening for the sound again.

There it was again, it wasn't just a whimper though, it was a whine. With more speed, she made her way towards the sound of distress. Past a tree, through a few bushes, she stopped when she heard something else, something more alarming: laughter.

Isabel came to a stop, hiding behind a shrub to peer at what was happening to make the noises she was hearing. Her heart sank.

A wolf, a big one, had fallen into a shallow pit trap. The gray and brown ancestor of dogs had managed to get its front half out, but couldn't get one its hind legs out of the bloody mess of spikes that had mangled its hind legs. The laughter though, the laughter was from a group of 3 hunters, armed with bows and spears, covered in furs and pelts. The three were men: a dwarf, and two humans. One laughed again as he swung the shaft of his spear down on the wounded canine who snarled and tried to lash out at its assailant, but only tore its leg on the spikes.

"Take our kills will you!?" The man with shaggy brown hair smacked the wolf in the face, sending blood spattering against a nearby tree.

"Maybe we should leave it? It might attract more of the damn things." the dwarf suggested with cruelty.

"No, I think we should beat the stupid thing until it can't move, and skin it. Wolf pelts are in demand, and we can still get plenty of fur from it to sell." the third added, stroking his goatee.

Isabel's blood boiled. It was normal for hunters to kill wolves, but this? This wasn't right, this wasn't hunting, it was just torturing an animal. She emerged from her hiding place "STOP!" She shouted at the three men. "You don't need to be cruel! Just kill it if you're going to kill it! But this isn't right!" Isabel stood barely at chest height to the two men, and not far enough away to run if they decided to attack her.

"Who the fuck are you?" the dwarf asked.

The man with shaggy hair turned his attention from the wolf "Some kid, get out of here runt, or else."

"No. Ball Nàdair!" Isabel reached her hand out to her side, and summoned her bonded staff, a tool to help with her spell work. "Leave this animal alone." she said, hoping to scare them with her basic magic.

"This bitch here is a wizard. A young one too, bet you she'll make a good sale if we get her to a market." The man with the goatee smiled. "Maybe we can have some fun with her first. Put down your stick missy, and we'll show you a good-"

"Magic Missile!" The spell shot from Isabel's outstretched hand, striking the goateed man squarely in the chest. "This is your last warning. Leave!" She pounded the dirt with the end of Ball Nàdair.

"You bitch!" The goateed man roared as he began closing the distance only to be hit with another missile. His companions charged Isabel, the shaggy haired man turned his spear around and thrust it at Isabel who narrowly avoided the thrust, but was struck by the spear point of the dwarf who managed to cut into Isabel's breast but not deep enough to cause serious damage.

They were too close now for traditional spells, but Isabel was already working on a surprise for them "Rabhadh Nàdar!" Isabel thrust her staff into the soil, summoning thorny vines to erupt from the ground to tangle the feet of her attackers whose feet were quickly bound by the sudden plant growth that cut and bit into their ankles, giving Isabel valuable time. "Ray Of Frost!" the beam of cold energy fired from her staff this time, striking the dwarf's hand with painful frostbite.

The shaggy hair man swiped at Isabel again, catching her on the side of her head, and knocking her to the ground. "No more spells now bitch, only thing you'll be good for is fucking when I'm done with you." He had managed to untangle his feet, and now stood over Isabel, planting his bloody foot on her staff hand.

"Not before I smash her face in." The goateed man also approached, kicking her jaw hard enough to make her spit out blood.

"Aye, and I want some payback for my hand, she'll be as dangerous as a dead rat when I'm done with her." The dwarf stepped on Isabel's left hand, digging his heel into her palm.

The goateed man lifted his foot to stomp, and Isabel took her chance, and swung her staff over her body and closed her eyes "Solas Nàdar!" Her staff lit up like the sun, blinding her attackers and making them recoil from her long enough for her to cast another Ray Of Frost at the dwarf, hitting his face and making him shriek in horror as his eyes were frozen shut.

She rolled to her feet, the other two had recovered and started towards her as she cast the Hex of Hypnosis on the shaggy haired man, leaving only the Goateed man left as he drew a knife that dripped with some kind of liquid and slashed at her, just cutting deep enough into her neck to draw blood.

Isabel stepped back, the goateed man was still unsteady from being blinded, and Isabel was ready to finish off the first of her assailants. She dropped to a knee and drew her own knife before casting a Hex on him as well. He didn't notice until it was too late: his boot lace came loose and snagged on an exposed root making him fall to his knees to catch himself, putting him at Isabel's eye level, and in striking range.

She drove the knife straight forward, embedding it in his eye socket. He fell dead in front of her. Her Misfortune Hex had worked on him.

"Ey! Get yer head out of yer ass!" the dwarf had recovered, and was about to shake the shaggy haired man out of the hypnosis Isabel had put him under, but stopped when he saw Isabel begin rising to her feet. He rushed her, and she tried to dodge, but her movements felt slow, sluggish, something was wrong with her, and his spear impaled her belly. "Heh, not so tough now are ya? You're gonna pay for this." He sneered.

Isabel answered by smashing a bottle of alchemic fire against the side of his head, setting his beard a light with napalm she had intended to use only to keep predators at bay. He roared in pain, ripping the spear from Isabel's gut, and spilling her blood on the forest floor.

She took the chance, casting Ray of Frost at point blank, and again, and again until his screaming stopped, and the fire was put out. The last hunter blinked, he was coming out of the hypnosis as Isabel walked up to him, and drove her knife through the side of his neck with a scream, and let him fall limp.

Isabel stood, panting, bloody, and exhausted. The adrenaline was keeping her upright, long enough to put her weight on Ball Nàdair. After glancing at the three corpses around her, she hobbled her way to the wolf that had fallen still. "Hey... hey... I'm here to help..." The witch in training fell to her knees next to the frightened wolf. He was still breathing, but had suffered multiple wounds, and one of his legs was still caught in the punji stick trap.

Downward facing spikes a half inch thick made from old dead wood had torn the large wolf's muscle, and ripped his skin. Escaping on his own would be impossible. Thinking fast, Isabel pulled a nutcracker from her pack, and started using the tool to crack the spikes to allow the wolf to move his leg.

The beast whined in pain, weariness, and fear, too weak to turn to Isabel and bite at her. "Its okay... I think the poison on that knife is wearing off... I'm gonna get you... out of... this trap!" She had to squeeze with both hands to exert enough pressure, and even then panic was all that gave Isabel the strength to break the spikes stopping the wolf's extraction from the pit that was already soaked in Isabel's blood.

There were only a handful of spikes, but each took Isabel several seconds to crack, and then break the dead wood, but at last the wolf was free. It took all of her strength to lift the wolf's leg, and put Ball Nàdair under the limb so that she could focus on pulling the beast away from the trap without his leg falling back in.