Art thrust his cock furiously, pounding the feline Sylvalan from behind. His partner was on hands and knees, moaning with each thrust. Two others clung to Art's upper body, caressing him with their breasts and licking him with their rough tongues.
It had been two weeks since Art had left the apians' hive. In that time, he'd encountered many more Sylvalans: a flock of harpies with the colourful plumage of tropical birds; a pair of naga twins who had long and incredibly dextrous tongues; a huge-breasted alraune within her flower filled with sweet nectar; and countless others. All of whom had been eager to fuck him, to suck out every last drop of his semen and get knocked up. And he was happy to oblige.
Right now, he was in the middle of a wild orgy with the same three jaguar girls that he had met when he first arrived here. He now knew that cat-based Sylvalans like them were called mirrae, mirra in the singular. And they were
definitely
wildcats during sex.
The mirra who Art was fucking yowled in ecstasy. Her triangular ears twitched and her long striped tail lashed around in a heated expression of her ecstasy. Her pussy was unbelievably tight and she moved her hips with a bestial, almost violent intensity.
The mirra was the first to come, throwing back her head and screaming her climax to the sky. Her body shuddered and her pussy tightened even more, bringing Art to the edge as well. He released jet after jet of hot semen inside the hot, soaking-wet, tight pussy.
The four of them gasped for breath and struggled to remain conscious. They had been at it for more than an hour, with Art fucking each of them several times, filling them up to the point that there was no question of them becoming pregnant. It had been so wild and passionate that Art could scarcely remember the details.
They eventually recovered and got to their feet, Art putting his loincloth back on. The mirra who Art had finished in, and who seemed to be the leader of the trio, said, "Do you really have to go? Are you sure about this?"
"I've made up my mind," Art said, with a confidence born of experience. "This is something I have to do."
The three mirrae groaned. Their leader said, "Well, that's a shame. Still, you gave us a really
tasty
present." She rubbed her stomach appreciatively. "We don't like that self-proclaimed queen either, nobody that we know does. I've never heard of her being anywhere close to losing before... but there's never been a Permanent in this forest before. All I can say is -- Good luck!"
Art parted from the mirrae. The three feline Sylvalans were still saddened by him having to go, but they accepted his decision.
Now alone again, Art headed for his destination. The place where the Queen of the Forest lived was known to all in this forest, young or old, terrestrial or aquatic. He therefore had no trouble finding out where to go. After about twenty minutes, he arrived at his destination.
Deep in the heart of the forest, there was an enormous tree, taller and with a denser crown than any of the others. It shaded out other trees, preventing them from growing in a huge circle around it. The tiny amount of light that trickled through the dense leaves created an eerie atmosphere. Even though Art had spent more than a month in this forest, he couldn't help but be unsettled at this atmosphere.
There were several mounds around the tree. They varied in size -- most were slightly taller than a person, but one was the size of a bus. From a distance, they looked like boulders or the stumps of large trees. But when Art approached one of them, he realised that they were outgrowths of the root network of the giant tree. He heard a faint sound and, upon closer examination, realised that it was the unmistakeable sound of someone screaming as they reached orgasm.
Art flinched in surprise. And at the same time, the forest stirred.
The giant tree moved, shaking its branches vigorously. Its roots moved as well, twisting about like a mass of huge snakes and causing Art to fall down heavily. The motion was transmitted to the surrounding trees, filling the air with the sound of rustling leaves. Finally, a large slit opened up in the trunk of the giant tree, and she emerged.
Like other Sylvalans, she was an embodiment of supernatural beauty. Her purple eyes projected the mature sensuality typical of the more experienced Sylvalans, mixed with an imperious pride. Her breasts and hips were as immense as those of a fertility goddess, and contrasted sharply with her wasp-thin waist. Most of her skin was a pale green, while her hair, fingernails, lips and nipples were a darker green. Tendrils of wood were wrapped around her slender legs, and connected her to the tree.
This was a dryad, one with greater power than any other inhabitant of this forest. This was its Queen.
The Queen of the Forest stepped out of her tree. Her gait was slightly unsteady, as if she had little experience with walking. As she approached, Art could see that she was half a head taller than him. She looked at Art with her purple eyes, sizing him up, and said, "Welcome to my abode. I am the Queen of the Forest, the ruler of this region. May I ask your name?"
Art refused to let himself be intimidated. He stood up straight and answered, "My name is Art. I've come here to talk to you."
The Queen gave a soft, melodious laugh. She said, "I've heard a little about you, Art. I have countless eyes and ears, after all. I've heard about how you've been exploring my beautiful forest, blessing my people with your seed. That is something I must thank you for. For our kind, male seed isn't just needed to make new life, it's also an incomparably delicious meal." To accompany that last remark, the Queen slowly licked her lips.
Art suppressed a shudder of arousal at the sight -- even if he his rational mind knew of the Queen's deeds, his emotional mind couldn't help but be swayed by her inhuman beauty and eroticism. He said, "I was just enjoying myself. It's just that I ended up helping them out in the process."
"Indeed," the Queen said. "Still, I must thank you. And, if
enjoyment
is what you're after, I have a suggestion that would be enjoyable to both of us. You see, I have never encountered a Permanent before. I would like for you to become my partner, and spend the rest of your days with me in bliss." She used one hand to cup her breast, the other to spread the lips of her moist pussy, and licked her lips again. "Believe me when I say that I am
very
skilled at pleasing others."
"That sounds tempting," Art said cautiously, before eyeing the mounds around him, "but I'm afraid I have some concerns about your proposal."
In response to this, the Queen waved her hands, and the mounds unravelled to reveal their contents. Art saw that each mound was a mass of roots imprisoning one Sylvalan. To his shock, the largest mound was imprisoning the wurm that had caused him to become separated from Aaron. Each of the prisoners was bound by and receiving intense pleasure from the roots. The roots coiled around their bodies, relentlessly caressing and squeezing the bare flesh, vigorously thrusting in and out of their orifices. The prisoners paid no attention to their surroundings, only writhing and moaning in constant orgasm.
Art was horrified at the sight. He whirled around to face the Queen of the Forest and said, "What are -- why are you doing this!?"
The Queen remained unshaken by his angry outburst. She answered, "These are not innocents, let me make that clear. These are criminals who have broken my laws, harming the peace of my forest. I am simply administering the appropriate punishment to them."
"You -- but they -- but they can't even think anymore!" Art shouted. "Just who gave you the right to do this!?"
"
I
did," the Queen replied. "I proved my worth as ruler, through defeating all challengers."
Art grit his teeth in frustration. He'd let the blood get to his head, to the point of forgetting information he already knew. He had to calm down if he wanted to have any chance of winning this.
"In that case, you can't object if someone defeats you, right?" Art said.
The Queen raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Certainly not," she said, "but do you really think that
you
can manage that?"
"I won't know until I try," Art said.
"In that case... I'll indulge you," the Queen said, her smile deepening. "If you somehow prevail, I will obey any order you give. But if I win... you will submit to me, and feed me every -- single -- day."
Art gulped nervously, but nevertheless stepped forward. He wasn't the same man as he was when he woke up here, climaxing the instant his cock was swallowed up in Sylvalan pussy. In addition to his month of experience with Eri and her daughters, he had been training himself this past week, having sex with anyone he came across, all to accustom himself to the mind-blowing pleasure that Sylvalans could bring. He had reached the point that he could make a Sylvalan come before him. Now, by the standards of this world, he could fight.
However, the Queen of the Forest wasn't one to fight fair. Other Sylvalans would have immediately embraced Art and engulfed his cock with their pussy, their ass or -- if they were using the 69 position -- their mouth. Instead, the Queen extended her prehensile roots and bound all four of Art's limbs.
"Before I fight you properly, let me first test your endurance," the Queen said. "Only if you can last -- let's make it five minutes -- only if you can last five minutes will I let you join with me."
Art was startled by the sudden restraint, but did not panic -- he had expected something like this, from what he had heard of the Queen's personality. It was transparently an attempt to wear him down before the actual battle. He tested the roots and found that they were far too strong to break -- he had no choice but to endure and hope that the Queen kept her word.
The roots slithered around Art's body and began their erotic torture. The finer roots were surprisingly soft, as soft as flesh, and gave pleasure without pain. They toyed with his nipples, jerked off his cock, caressed his balls, and one root even entered his ass and probed for his prostate. The last of these caused Art to gasp, but he did not falter -- a few of the Sylvalans he'd encountered before had done this as well. Gritting his teeth, he started counting down the seconds.
The Queen of the Forest watched Art, amusement clear on her face. She took her large breasts in her hands and squeezed them, rubbed the nipples between her dextrous fingers. A few of her roots snaked their way up her legs and reached her pussy, where they teasingly flicked at her clit.
"Enjoying the show?" the Queen said, smirking. "All of
this
can be yours, if you simply give in."
Art didn't reply. He remained silent and tried to empty his mind, tried to ignore the sensations. It was a difficult task -- regardless of her other faults, the Queen of the Forest was undoubtedly good at sex.
After five minutes passed, the Queen kept to her agreement. The roots retracted and Art staggered as he regained his balance. Then more roots gathered and piled up in one spot, forming a large circular bed.
"It seems you're not just talk after all," the Queen said. She strutted over to the makeshift bed, the tendrils on her legs extending to keep her linked to her tree, and lay on top of it. She spread her legs and gazed longingly at Art, as if beckoning to a lover. "I'm ready for you. Come."
At the searingly erotic sight, Art hesitated for a moment. But he reminded himself of why he was here, and approached the bed.
He climbed onto the bed, kneeling over her supine form.
He met the Queen's gaze, feeling himself irresistibly drawn into her purple eyes.
He entered her.
From that simple action, an overwhelming pleasure seized Art's soul. The Queen's pussy wasn't overly tight or hot or wet, but a perfect balance. Art's entire body weakened at the moment of insertion, an opportunity that the Queen didn't let pass. She crossed her long legs and used them to pull Art down, into her waiting arms.
Art felt the Queen's immense breasts sandwich his head with a bewitching softness. He felt her hand press down on the back of his head, applying just enough pressure to stop him getting out. All the while, her devilish pussy continued to engulf and pleasure his cock.
