"Labour? How helpful." I comment both sincerely and ironically. This was something that was beneath me, but it gave me a chance to look around. It was a chance to try and find out where they might be keeping her. Because she wasn't among these roots either.
But I was more determined to try and get out of this task quickly. My latest supplement of the corrupted honey was wearing out. Yet, I was surrounded by those still high on the sacred nutrients. And that was my job right now too...
I, along with the others who were able to walk. We had to clean up the leftover drinks, food and the used-up roots still dripping with decadence... It was a sickening sight and I made sure that my grip was harsh as I dealt with them. And even if it made them shiver in anticipation, I made sure they saw my angered gaze.
"How dare you take a man inside of you, Root!" I snap into her ear as I dragged her onto the wheeled platform we were using. With a quick and sudden action as well, she was slammed onto said platform.
"AH!" she let out before her body seemed to request more of it. But, her eyes were different.
"Ivy-Mother... We're sorry... We can't help it..." one of the roots nearby told me weakly as her lower half clearly squirmed about on something.
"Do not apologize to me until you do stop it." I tell them all as I hand over my task to those near me. And I had to admit, it was cathartic to hear them use my old title. There might've been a chance some were from my flower. But, that mattered little when they were all quick to believe what I said.
"Y-Yes... Ivy-Mother..." they let out breathlessly.
"No, please, let me." another root said as they started to gather around me to do all the tasks immediately near me.
"Boys, get that one working!" the hideous woman demanded from up in her office.
"No, stay away from her!"
"You shall not touch the Ivy-Mother!"
Many of them started to say and cry as they rallied to defend me from the approaching human thorns. And they were perplexed, this was not something they had ever seen before by the looks of it. And that very thing brought a smile to my face. One which I made sure the hideous woman saw.
"Pathetic." I let out in bemusement before I found something that caught my eye. One of the roots they had working to clean up last night's mess was pregnant. It was an abhorrent sight but it had a twisted beauty to it.
"EH!? I-Ivy..." they let out in terror as they backed away. Their hands protectively clutched their swollen stomach even as they fell down.
"May I see it?" I asked the root after picking her up and moving her to a pungent, stained chair.
"N-No... I've done something bad... You're going to..."
"Shhh, it's alright." I tell them as I start to apply magic to her belly. A soft smile then came to my face as I felt the developing seed inside.
"I-Is... Is my seed alright...? I know I'm a root and that this shouldn't have happened but is my seed alright!?" she tearfully asked me as I soothingly rubbed my hand in a circle.
"Yes, it is growing just fine. But you need to rest." I tell her as I move away from her as more and more pregnant roots came up to me.
"Ivy-Mother!" they all seemed to chant in unison.
"Well, look at how many of you have broken our sacred tenants..." I comment lowly before I start to gesture for them to come close. And, as if they were not roots, I held onto them and comforted them. Letting my magic flow into them so I could check on the health of their children. It made me smile feeling this many seeds.
It had a nostalgic element to it even with the current circumstances...
"I'm sorry... Ivy-Mother..." one of the roots sniffled as I finished up with making sure her seed was alright.
"It's fine, just promise me this above all else. Look after it." I tell her and the others by extension to which she tearfully nods.
"Alright! Back to work, the lot of you!"
"They won't be working." I tell the thorn as I turn to face him. Stopping the group that was approaching myself.
"Out of my way!" he demanded before he struck at me with a metal rod.
"Harder, please." I teasingly requested as I gently touched the space it had struck.
"Harder? I can do that, take the others away, this one can handle it all." he ordered before the roots around me were all dragged away regardless.
"Gently." I warned as magic started to flow out of me when the seed-bearers were roughly grabbed.
"You heard her..." one of the thorns commented.
"Her?" another asked in disbelief as I walked up behind him. And, driven more so by the corrupted honey in my system, I placed myself against him. Letting my magic flow around him before it enveloped him completely.
"Please, be gentle with them... They're carrying seeds." I whisper into his ear with a sultry tone as I use my magic to overpower whatever he had to keep his sensations in check. And as I let my hands explore his stiffening body, I smiled at him once I saw his stutter.
"You heard her!" he lets out himself as I make my departure from him as passionate as possible.