"How dare that miserable woman..." I curse with a pleasured shudder as I finally bring my back up against something. She had tainted the honey my people produce for such an insidious purpose. A corruption of what it exists for. Your love is meant to taste it as you make children...
Not so it can be used to capture someone! This was perhaps the most humiliating thing I have ever done... Being stuck in a root-made building by a root-like creature! And all while my body is lied to and made to feel like it enjoys it...
I couldn't even get rightfully angry at this disgusting prospect without letting out the slightest bit of glee. It was so frustrating to be left shivering in a state of lust because of that. I can feel it wearing off, but this heat all about me was not my anger. It was something that should've been for my Love...
"Hey! New girl!" the root I was chained up with gleefully let out as she intentionally bent the chains about to pleasure herself.
"Stop that!" I snap, not wanting to see a root ever come close to these kinds of feelings. Yet, I could also tell that the way I must've looked at her did not convey what I wanted.
"But none of the men will help me..." she whines lustfully before she turns about to prove her point. Thankfully, these humans had some degree of standards. Yet, the corrupted honey I had unknowingly consumed... It made me want to copy what she did.
"That's because you are a root!" I comment cockily as the pleasure seemed to dull for a moment, time that I used to rise to my points. But it only did so until I pressed myself up against the bars of this cell.
"Ah!" the root playfully let out as I casually pulled her around.
"Oh, look, new one has some energy." one of the humans comments as I hold myself tightly against the bars. Balancing my chest on them while swirling them about to show off their size.
"She looks like she does not know what she is doing." the other chuckles as desperation seems to fill my movements.
"DAMMIT!" I then roar all of sudden with a violent flare-up of my magic.
"Well..." a taken aback human from the other end of the room comments before I drop to my knees. I needed to figure out how to get this corrupted honey out of my system... To stop these decadent urges. This body was reserved for my Love, it was not intended to be seen like this by anyone but him...
Unless he was there so I could make them jealous about who I belonged to. To bring attention to how strong he was, how potent his pollen was... To show off how his virility would give me a son of my own. To remind them of how undeserving they are.
And as these thoughts filled my head, I cackled ferociously. Of course! It was so simple! Unlike these roots, I loved someone!
Their face is what I needed to focus on! Their strength and what they have done to earn my love! I needed to defeat this foul by using it as it was meant to. Our breast honey was made to entice our loves...
To bring them in closer so they could feel more pleasure than they already did. To nurture their hunger as they spent all they could to make you a mother. So I did just that, I thought of Nin. I trembled and shudder at the slightest draft, but my mind focused on one man.
The Champion of the Angaxslo Flower! He who climbed to the top of a wind-mountain while being held back by me... He who survived against a Valkinvar! The man I loved so very much...
And I don't know when I started to. But, I could feel tears freely flow down my face as a triumphant smile also came about. They would not destroy my pride with such vile methods. I wanted them to know that.
So even as my lower body twitched in anticipation, full of energetic lust! My face would only retort with spite. If I could, I would spit back their vile, corrupted honey back at them. And I would stand over them with the pride of an Ivy-Mother in me.
To ruin such a sacred thing as an aelenvari's honey was unforgivable. But I did not need to add reasons to justify my hatred of these humans. They sought to endanger a budding sapling! A son that would save our people!
"Hey... Uh... Should we go call for help?" I hear one of the humans say.
"Call for all the help you can!" I caution them as I struggle to keep myself upright as that root keeps stroking my skin. Even someone as disgusting as her could make me feel good in this state...
"She just let out magic, it's no biggie."
"Do you not hear what you are saying?"
"Just calm down. I mean, look at her. She's about ready to fall over if you so much as jab her tit with a gun barrel."
"Alright then." the other says before he does just that.
"Ah!" I gasp as I suddenly fall to the ground. An explosion of pleasure erupted from around that narrow point where he jabbed. To my shame as well, I could see my own honey go to waste as I shivered on the ground. But I stuck to my understanding.
I replaced the image of that weapon with a finger from my Love. A playful prod is all my mind could think of as I shoved away that root and rose up again. Both this and what was happening was putting my endurance to the limit. My body was so weak and demanded someone strong to hold it...
"But only my Love will ever do that..." I tell all those who could hear me.