After the third day of hosting the druid on her mountain, Lu kissed Gern goodbye. He brushed a tear from her cheek and assured her that he would return. She watched him disappear into the mountain pass below, toward greener lands.
She tried to carry on as she had before, but Gern had awoken something inside her. She ached for him every day, and her own touch did little to satiate the waves of desire. She writhed in her fire-fern fibre nest, caressing her obsidian skin and fingering her cleft in an attempt at self-affection. She tried to distract herself with daily walks, singing encouragement to the young crystals poking out of the snow along the edge of her shining forest.
The witch queen's blackened bones remained upon the spiky monument of purple crystal in the snow field beyond the edge of the grove, where they had killed her. Lu felt uneasy every time she glanced at it. Day by day, the crystal's core seemed to darken to deeper shades of purple. The trees nearby were strangely quiet. She did not dare to go closer to the sorceress' remains, trusting that nature would heal the space in time.
She tossed and turned in her nest above the lava pool, restless in her sleep, haunted by dreams she could never remember upon waking, and often she would wake aroused. The trees began to sing in worried tones. Something was wrong.
When the dark moon came, she did not experience her usual painful shedding. At first, she was afraid that something was wrong with her; that she was the cause of the tree's worry. Then she remembered that Gern had put his essence inside her, when the moon had been full, and like Gern himself, his seed had not been harmed by her power. She was pregnant. She had not thought it possible, but something miraculous happened in their coupling.
The initial shock quickly gave way to happiness. She sang out in joy, and the trees sang with her. That day, happiness resonated in the crystal grove atop the mountain. When night came, she did not want to sleep, but she had spent all day dancing between the trees, and had become heavy-eyed.
The dreams came again.
A presence was with her, a hot and heavy breath over her neck. In the dream, she saw Gern kneeling over her, his eyes drinking in the sight below him. She yearned for him, to feel him. She felt something warm press against her slit. Was she not wearing her crystal cup? It must be Gern trying to enter her, she thought in happy, half-conscious delirium.
She parted her thighs, her smooth, ebony mound swelling with sexual excitement. Her hair of black smoke wavered in the air, less than weightless. She felt exquisite pressure against her magenta nether lips, a wonderful warm wetness sliding up and down her cleft.
She moaned and begged him to enter her, but he did not. He only rubbed the hard tip of his erection against her entrance endlessly. He loomed over her, his hands squeezing the soft flesh of her heavy breasts between his fingers.
She became crazed with lust, and she tried to thrust her pelvis towards him, to push herself upon him, but still he did not enter her, only teased her flesh with his touch. She looked upon him, her sex-deprived body nudging towards orgasm.
But Gern was not himself. The look on his face was not loving, but smug and vain, regarding her as a conquest. It was then that she realized it was not Gern. In that moment, his face changed, and he became Evalyn.
Lu was appalled, and knew it had to be a bad dream. She tried to wake up, but she could not move. Evalyn was as she had been just before her death, her kirtle shredded, her corset accentuating her cleavage. She was kneeling between Lu's parted thighs, her fingers rubbing against Lu's slick slit.
Evalyn spoke in a strange tongue, her voice vibrating the air, transferring the vibration to Lu's exposed sex. Lu quaked at the sensation, the vibration exciting her against her will, her hidden clit tweaked from the force. Evalyn repeated the same strange words ceaselessly, her voice deepening in tone. The vibration strengthened in tandem, and her oil-smeared fingers rubbed faster.
"No!" Lu cried out, her face flushed with both anger and arousal.
Evalyn smiled seductively and lowered her head near her rubbing fingers, and continued to speak the arcane phrase, the pressure intensifying as her lips ever-so-slightly brushed Lu's flesh. Lu felt the pressure penetrate deep inside her, her hot canal thrumming.
"No, no-ahh!" Lu cried out helplessly as she failed to hold back the overwhelming sensation, her toes curling and her inner walls gushing with oily nectar, leaking against Evalyn's fingertips.
Evalyn reared upright and moaned with a toothy smile, as if she also experienced the orgasm. The intensity of Lu's climax broke the illusion and woke her from the dream. She could feel her crystal cup between her soaked thighs, her nectar leaking around the edges. She tried to move, but her muscles would not obey. Suddenly, she realized she was not laying down....She was floating. She could only move her eyes, and turned them to a blackness in the middle of her lava pool. Shadow, black as pitch, made a circle of inky nothingness within the pool of red magma.
"This is a dream," Lu told herself, her voice cracking. "I'm still in a dream!"
To her horror, she watched sheer, black tendrils snake their way up out of the pool of darkness. A mass of them bulged upwards, then peeled away from each other like a blooming, alien flower. As they bloomed, the tendrils pushed up an unearthly woman, and at once, Lu recognized her as Evalyn.
Evalyn was changed. She had the same voluptuous form, her new body possessing subcutaneous fat in the same places that enhanced her figure. Her hair was still blonde, albeit wet with slime, and her lips were still glossy black. When Lu had last seen her in the flesh, however, Evalyn had been wearing a headdress of ram's horns. She had no further need for the headdress, for the horns were real, attached to her head. Her face was smiling blissfully, as it had been in her dream. Her alabaster skin glistened with slime left by the black, fleshy tendrils as they pushed her out of the bloom of darkness. They unwrapped themselves from most of her body, but continued to support and caress around her legs, pelvis, torso, and lower back. Her pearly breasts spilled out from the unwrapping tendrils, nipples pert.
"Sex magic is simply the best," Evalyn murmured. "My dear, you channel a wonderful amount of power. It was all that I needed and more to come back."
"Let me go!" Lu shouted angrily. "You're not real!"
"I'm as real as a dream can be, my dear. Which is to say...very real."
Evalyn tugged a leg free of the tendrils wrapped around it, and stepped forward. The lava instantly solidified to a dark stone under her feet. The tendrils greedily tried to hold her fresh, slimy body, but she effortlessly slipped out of them and left them behind. She wagged free a smooth tail, another addition to her form. It began just above the crease of her buttocks, thick as a python, and tapered down to a blunt tip, the whole of it clad in the same pale skin as the rest of her.
"Wha-what are you?" Lu asked, her anger giving way to terror.
"Did you think the body you burned was my first?" Evalyn smirked. "Death and I are old acquaintances."
Evalyn gesticulated with her hand and levitated Lu's paralyzed body upright. She beckoned with her finger, and Lu floated closer, despite her effort to fight it. Evalyn gently caressed Lu's flat belly, her abdominal muscles faintly defined against her taut, obsidian skin.
"You are with child," Evalyn mused. "I have been waiting to know for certain. My attendants usually prepare a new vessel for me when the old one becomes undesirable." Her face contorted in indignation. "I have not had the insult of losing a body against my will for a very long time. With no body to transfer to I might have been dead for good, this time. Luckily...I was able to imbue my mind into the very crystal that killed me."
