Chapter 8: Opening Heart and Womb of Forest Queen.
A Mother’s Request — In the Name of Morwenn
The fire crackled low in the sacred glade. Moonlight broke through the Brokilon canopy in silver shafts, painting patterns across the ground like veins of old magic.
Coren sipped his water awkwardly, very much aware of the weight in the silence. Eithné, regal and still as a carved effigy, faced Shirou across the small clearing.
“You ask for sanctuary. And assistance. And I will give it,” she said, her voice like rustling leaves, low and steady. “But I require something in return.”
Shirou inclined his head, wary. “I expected that.”
Eithné’s eyes—sharp, ancient—fixed on him.
“I want you to lie with me. Here. In Brokilon. Where the forest watches and bears witness.”
Shirou blinked.
Coren choked on his drink.
“Wait. What?”
Eithné didn’t smile, didn’t flinch. She simply stated.
“Since I saw your son, the truth has taken root and refused to wither. That your blood could have passed into Morwenn’s womb. That perhaps… I denied her something not only precious, but possible.”
She turned slightly, as if her gaze fell on an invisible ghost among the trees.
“She should have borne your children. But my pride prevented it. My laws. My blindness.”
Shirou’s jaw tightened. “That was a long time ago.”
“Not to us.”
Then came the part that truly stunned them both.
“Is there not a law among humans?” Eithné said, voice calm, deliberate. “When a man dies without heir, his brother—or closest kin—lies with the widow in his name? To raise seed for the one lost?”
Shirou stared.
“That’s… Levirate.” His voice twitched at the edge of restraint. “And it’s not common. And not even remotely applicable here!”
“Why not?” she asked, blinking as if confused. “Morwenn was my daughter. I am her blood. If your seed could live within her, then—”
Shirou cut her off, raising a hand. “No. No, no, no. This is not how human logic works. This is Dryad logic wearing a human coat backwards while sprinting through the woods on fire.”
Coren, watching with wide eyes, muttered, “Still, though... respect.”
Shirou shot him a look.
“Not helping.”
Eithné didn’t appear offended. If anything, she seemed resolved.
“I failed my daughter. I cannot bring her back. But I can choose what to give the world in her name. I will bear a child. And when that child is born, they will know of you. And of her.”
There was no lust in her tone. It wasn’t even desire.
It was penance.
Shirou stood silently, caught between the branches of mourning, respect, and impossible morality. Brokilon did not forgive easily. And Dryads never forgot.
He let out a long breath, finally saying,
“I… need time. To think. And speak with Coren.”
Eithné bowed her head once.
“You may have until sunrise. Brokilon waits.”
She turned and vanished into the trees—like mist, like memory, like a wound that never healed quite right.
Though Shirou is throughly Embarassed... he accepts... no one has any illusions that Eithne's goal would be remotely easy... so agreement is for Shirou to visit Brokilon at least twice per year... and if possible for a WEEK each time... Starting with this one
Shirou sat near the fire, stirring the embers with a stick, jaw clenched, eyes unfocused.
Across from him, Coren lay on a cloak, arms folded behind his head, lips twitching like a man desperately holding back laughter.
“You’re enjoying this far too much,” Shirou muttered.
“Are you kidding? I’ve never been prouder.” Coren rolled to his side, grinning. “My father—the White Wolf, slayer of beasts, terror of monsters, conqueror of women twice his age and scarier than the Wild Hunt.”
Shirou sighed, long and low.
“You’re really not helping.”
Coren shrugged. “You knew this was coming the moment you agreed. Two visits a year, one week minimum. That’s Dryad Courtship, not a tryst.”
“It’s not courtship,” Shirou protested. “It’s... obligation. A kind of... atonement.”
“You’re so lucky mom isn’t alive to see this,” Coren said with a crooked smile.
“She is lucky,” Shirou groaned. “She’d never let me live it down.”
Coren sat up, tone softening. “She’d be proud. You know that. You’re honoring what she wanted.”
Shirou gave him a dry look. “You mean that conversation?”
Coren's grin widened.
“The one where she told you ‘No one woman can match you,’ and ‘It’s a waste to keep you to just one woman—even me?’ That one?”
“You heard that?!”
“The entire household heard that. She was on her medicine, remember? I think she tried to arrange you a second wife with the butcher’s daughter by sundown.”
Shirou buried his face in his hands.
“I told her I couldn’t... wouldn’t, not while she was still here.”
Coren’s expression turned thoughtful. “Yeah. But now she’s gone. And she knew you’d need more than grief and work to survive that.”
After brief talk with his son, he went on to fulfil his obligation and Meet Eithné in her alcove within giant living tree serving on palace, her lying on bed and covers, which despite looking and being comfortable were formed from still living plants... Eithné laid on top of it with her, queen of Dryads herself, Green skin, Silver hair, rather scaint one-piece dress with nothing undernearth, barely covering her impossible hourglas figure, huge breasts with large dark nipples meant to feed at at least half dozen children each and wide hips meant to give birth to them... Shirou swallowed. He didn't think he'll manage to stay professional for this.
Entering the enormous tree, Shirou's heart pounded in his chest, echoing off the living wood as if it were a battle drum. The air was thick, damp, and felt... electric. He could smell her, Eithné, her scent filling the chamber like a perfume, a wild, earthy smell that was perhaps the very essence of Brokilon itself.
As he stepped into the alcove, he saw her—Eithné, lying on the bed formed from living plants. She was on her back, legs parted, one knee bent, the other stretched out like a beckoning finger.
Her dress was little more than a scrap of cloth, barely containing her ample breasts, doing nothing to hide the dark, hard points of her nipples. Her hips were a promise, her pussy already glistening with arousal, the evidence of her eagerness blatant and provocative.
Shirou stood at the threshold, his jaw clenched, his heart pounding. He'd faced down monsters, slain beasts that would have made grown men weep, but this... this was different. This was intimate, primal, and he felt a shiver of arousal-tinged fear run down his spine.
He felt like an intruder, a voyeur, standing on the precipice of something sacred and forbidden.
Eithné didn't move, didn't speak. She simply looked at him, her eyes heavy-lidded, her mouth slightly parted, her breath coming in slow, deliberate gasps. She was a vision, a goddess, a creature of myth and legend come to life. And she was waiting.
Shirou took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He stepped into the alcove, his boots sinking slightly into the soft, living moss that covered the floor.
Each step felt like a statement, each breath a struggle. His body was on fire, every nerve ending singing as he approached the bed.
Eithné didn't move. She simply watched him, her eyes like emeralds burning in the dim light, her lips parted slightly. Her breaths were shallow, her chest rising and falling with a slow, sultry rhythm. Shirou could see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress, hard and erect. His cock twitched in response, straining against the confines of his pants.
He stopped at the edge of the bed, his gaze roaming over her body, taking in every detail.
Her breasts, so full and firm, her nipples dark and hard, begging for his mouth. Her hips, wide and strong, made for childbearing and fucking. Her pussy, slick and ready, glistening with her arousal. The sight of her was intoxicating, a feast for his eyes, a drug to his senses.
Shirou reached out, his fingers brushing against her thigh, tracing the curve of her hip. She didn't flinch, didn't pull away. Instead, she arched into his touch, her breath hitching in her throat.
Shirou's fingers slid higher, tracing the curve of her hip, the soft swell of her stomach, the tight, flat plane of her abdomen. Her skin was warm and smooth, like silk under his fingertips. He could feel the way her muscles tightened, the way her breath caught, as his touch ventured higher.
His thumb brushed the underside of her breast, and she let out a soft moan, her hips shifting restlessly on the bed. Shirou's cock throbbed, aching with need, but he refused to rush. He wanted to savor this, to take his time and explore every inch of her body.
He leaned down and kissed her neck, his lips trailing down to her collarbone, then back up to her ear. He nibbled gently on her earlobe, and she let out a soft gasp, her hands reaching up to grasp his hair. Shirou sucked her earlobe into his mouth, grunting softly as he did so. He could feel her pulse racing beneath his lips, could taste the salt of her sweat.
Shirou moved his hands to her breasts, cupping them in his palms. They were heavy and full, the nipples hard and erect. He rubbed his thumbs over them, looking into her eyes as he did so.
Her eyelids fluttered closed, her head tilting back against the living pillows, her mouth parting in a silent moan. He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, and she sighed, her hips lifting off the bed, her body chasing his touch.
Shirou bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. Eithné gasped, her hands flying to his hair, gripping tightly as he sucked and nipped at her breast. He could feel her heart racing, her body tensing under him. He knew that she wanted more, that she was desperate for it.
He obliged.
His mouth made a wet popping sound as he released her nipple, leaving a little smear of saliva that glistened in the dim light. Eithné's breaths came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with each inhale. She was a vision of raw desire, her eyes heavy-lidded, her mouth parted and swollen. The sight of her—of her need—sent a jolt of fire straight to Shirou’s cock.
“Fuck, Eithné,” he growled, his voice hoarse with lust.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
He traced a path down her body with his eyes, taking in every curve, every line, every shadowed valley. Then he set his sights, and his hands, on her pussy. He stroked her, feeling the heat and wetness through the thin fabric of her dress. Eithné moaned, her hips bucking into his touch, seeking more.
“Please,” she begged, her voice a primal, desperate sound. “Please, Shirou.”
Shirou grinned, a wolfish, predatory grin.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to give you what you want.”
He hooked his fingers under the thin straps of her dress, pulling them down over her shoulders. The fabric slithered off her body, pooling at her waist, revealing her lush, voluptuous form. Her breasts were massive, with large, dark nipples that stood erect like twin peaks. Her hips were wide and full, perfect for bearing children. And her pussy—Gods, her pussy—was a slick, glistening slit, ready and eager for his cock.
The sight of her, spread out before him like a feast, was almost too much to bear. Shirou felt a surge of primal desire, his cock aching and throbbing in his pants. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but his body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release.
Eithné watched him, her eyes hooded, her lips parted in breathless anticipation. She knew what he wanted, what he needed, and she was more than ready to give it to him. She reached down, her hands running over her body, her fingers tracing the curves of her breasts, her stomach, her hips.
She teased herself, her fingers brushing against her pussy, her eyes locked on Shirou's. She let out a low moan, her hips arching off the bed, her body begging for his touch.
Shirou couldn't take it anymore. He stepped out of his boots, his pants, his shirt, until he stood before her, naked and aching. His cock was hard and throbbing, a testament to his desire. He saw her eyes widen as she took in his size, her breath hitching in her throat.
"Fuck," she whispered, her voice like a prayer.
"You're huge." Eithné’s eyes widened as she took in the full length of Shirou's cock, her voice breathless with both awe and need. "Waste no time," she murmured, reaching between them to grip him, her hand wrapping around his shaft. "You're ready... enter me. For Morwenn," she said, her voice husky with desire and determination.
Shirou's breath hitched as he felt her hand on him, her touch sending electricity shooting through his veins. He knew what she wanted, what she needed, and he was more than ready to give it to her. He stepped forward, his cock sliding through her fist, brushing against her belly.
Eithné lay back, her hands gripping the living bed, her body arching up to meet him. Shirou positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her slick folds.
Eithné's eyes fluttered closed, her breath coming in short gasps as she anticipated his thrust. He pushed into her, his cock sliding through her fingers until he filled her completely. She let out a gasp, her nails digging into the living bed, her body tensing and arching to accommodate him.
"Gods!" Eithné cried out, her eyes opening wide, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' of surprise and pleasure. Shirou gritted his teeth, the sensation of her tight, hot pussy enveloping him nearly overwhelming. He paused, letting her adjust before he began to move, his cock throbbing inside her.
Eithné's fingers dug into the moss, her body writhing beneath him as she adjusted to his size. She looked up at him, her eyes wild with desire and a hint of fear. "More," she demanded, her voice a ragged whisper.
The initial impact was beyond anything she felt. She never felt this full. She had sex for atonement, but each shift of his cock changed her, conquering her womb more than any partner she had over centuries... even the mighty Troll's cock didn't dominate her as much as this. It was the first time she genuinely felt pleasure from sex.
Eithné gripped the bed harder, her nails digging into the living moss, her body writhing beneath him as she adjusted to his size. Shirou began to move, sliding his cock out almost entirely before pushing back in, slow and deliberate. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, overwhelming her senses.
"Fuck, Shirou," she moaned, her head thrashing from side to side, her hair a wild silver mane against the living bed. "You feel so...
fucking good," Eithné gasped, her breath hitching as Shirou thrust deeper, filling her completely. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and began to move faster, harder. The sound of their bodies coming together echoed through the chamber, a primal rhythm that drowned out everything else.
Eithné screamed, her back arching off the bed as pleasure washed over her in waves. "Fuck!" she cried out, her nails clawing at the living moss, her body convulsing with each thrust. Shirou grunted, the sound guttural and animalistic, as he pounded into her with increasing urgency. He could feel her muscles clenching around his cock, her body trying to pull him deeper, to hold him closer.
Shirou groaned, a primal, desperate sound, as he slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt. Eithné screamed, her back arching off the bed as the force of his thrust pushed the air from her lungs. she cried out, her body convulsing with each impact. Shirou's eyes were wild, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he drove into her, his body slick with sweat. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his cock throbbing with each thrust.
Eithné's screams echoed through the chamber, her voice hoarse and desperate. She could feel every inch of him, every vein, every ridge, as he filled her completely. It was overwhelming, intense, and she loved every second of it.
The more it went on, the less her daughter's sad face was fading from her mind and the clearer the sensation of her son-in-law's huge cock became. Eithné's body was on fire, her mind consumed by the feel of Shirou's powerful cock filling her, stretching her, and taking her to new heights of pleasure. Her mind raced, a mix of old memories and new sensations, as she felt a bliss she hadn't known was possible.
She could see Morwenn's face in her mind's eye, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips. She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. "How often you had this all those years ago?" she murmured, her breath coming in short gasps as Shirou thrust deeper into her. "And you never thought of informing me of this? Sharing this with me?" The thought sent a wave of heat and anger through her, but also a deep, aching longing. She smiled through her tears, her body arching to meet his thrusts, her stomach bulging out as he filled her completely.
Shirou groaned, feeling her body tighten around him, her heat and wetness enveloping him like a vice. He could see the tears in her eyes, the mix of pain and pleasure on her face, and he knew that he was taking her to a place she had never been before.
Eithné's legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper, harder. "More," she demanded, her voice a ragged gasp. "Fuck me like you never have before, Shirou. Like Morwenn would have wanted."
Shirou grunted, a primal, desperate sound, as he complied with her demand. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and began to move faster, harder. He pounded into her with a ferocity that matched the intensity of her words, his body slamming against hers with each thrust.
Eithné could feel him growing harder, swelling inside her, his cock stretching her walls even further. She gasped, her eyes widening as she felt him filling her completely, her inner muscles clenching around his immense girth.
"Fuck, Shirou!" she cried out, her body convulsing as the sensation of his swelling cock sent electric shocks of pleasure coursing through her. "You're even bigger than before! You're going to tear me apart!"
Shirou growled, a primal sound that echoed through the chamber. He could feel her body stretching to accommodate him, her heat and wetness enveloping him like a vice. He rode her harder, his cock throbbing with each thrust, his body slick with sweat.
Eithné's nails dug deeper into the living moss, her body writhing and bucking beneath him.
She reached up, her hand wrapping around his balls, squeezing them gently, then tugging downward. "Give it to me, Shirou," she demanded, her voice ragged with desire. "Fill me completely. I want to feel you come inside me."
Shirou felt a jolt of pleasure-pain shoot through him, his hips jerking at the touch. He'd never had a woman be so... assertive. So demanding. It was incredibly fucking hot. He groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate, as he felt his orgasm building.
"You're so goddamn tight," he growled, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling in ragged gasps. "You're going to make me come, Eithné.
You're going to make me fucking lose control," he growled, his voice raw with desperation. He reached back, his hand gripping her ass, and slapped it hard, leaving a red handprint on her pale green skin. The smack echoed through the chamber, a sharp contrast to the wet, slapping sounds of their bodies coming together.
Eithné gasped, her body arching at the impact, her eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, she looked at him, her breath coming in short, shocked gasps. The mix of pain and pleasure on her face sent a jolt of heat through Shirou's body. He'd never seen her like this, never seen her so raw, so unguarded.
"Fuck," she breathed, her voice a ragged whisper.
"Do it again, Shirou. Harder."
Shirou grunted, his hand slapping her ass again, this time with more force. The sound echoed through the chamber, a sharp crack that seemed to resonate in the very air. Eithné's body arched into the blow, her hips jerking back to meet his hand. She let out a low moan, her breath catching in her throat as the pain morphed into pleasure.
"Yes," she hissed, her voice a primal growl. "More."
Shirou's cock throbbed at her words, his body responding to the raw, desperate need in her voice. He felt a surge of primal dominance, a desire to claim her, to mark her as his. He slapped her ass again, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the chamber.
Eithné's body convulsed, her muscles clenching around his cock, her orgasm building like a tidal wave. Her eyes rolled back, her head thrashing from side to side as she fought to maintain control.
Shirou could feel it, the rippling of her muscles, the heat of her body as it prepared to explode. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his cock swelling even further inside her.
"That's it, Eithné," he growled, his voice low and husky. "Let go. Come for me. Show me how much you want it."
Eithné's body shook, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. She could feel it, the pleasure building, coiling like a snake in her belly. She was close, so close, her body on the edge of a precipice.
The sight of Shirou, dominant and commanding, his cock swelling inside her, his hand on her ass, sent her spiraling over. Her body convulses, her orgasm exploding through her like a storm. Eithné's eyes rolled back in her head, her breath caught in her throat as waves of pleasure crashed over her, drowning her in ecstasy.
Her legs wrapped around Shirou tighter, her heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper as her body shook and quaked. Her pussy clenched around his cock, her muscles milking him, demanding everything he had to give. She cried out, the sound raw and primal, a testament to the intensity of her pleasure.
Shirou groaned, his hand still on her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
He could feel her body convulsing around him, her muscles clenching and unclenching as her orgasm ripped through her. He could hear the sound of her cries, raw and primal, echoing through the chamber, mingling with the wet, slapping sounds of their bodies coming together. He could feel the heat of her, the pulse of her release, and it sent a surge of primal satisfaction coursing through him.
Eithné's body shook and quaked, her eyes rolled back in her head, her breath caught in her throat as waves of pleasure crashed over her, drowning her in ecstasy. Her legs wrapped around Shirou tighter, her heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper as her body demanded everything he had to give. Her pussy clenched around his cock, her muscles milking him, drawing him deeper, harder.
Eithné's body convulsed, her orgasm intensifying, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat, her eyes rolling back as she rode the tide of ecstasy. Each spasm of her body shook them both, her hips bucking against his, her nails digging into his back as if to anchor herself to reality.
Shirou gripped her tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh as he felt her convulse around him. Her pleasure was overwhelming, consuming him, wrapping him in a cocoon of raw, primal desire. He could feel her heat, her wetness, her muscles clenching and unclenching around his cock, and it sent him spiraling toward his own release.
"Fuck, Eithné," he groaned, his voice ragged with need. "You're incredible. You're...
too much," Eithné gasped, her body convulsing with each thrust, her nails digging into Shirou's back. "You're... fucking me... like no one... ever has."
Shirou grunted, the sound primal and raw, as he thrust harder, his cock pounding into her with a force that was almost brutal. He could feel her body shaking around him, her muscles clenching and releasing in time with his thrusts, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He knew he was close, could feel the heat building in his balls, the pressure coiling in his spine.
"Take it, Eithné," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "Take every fucking inch of me. Take what I give you."
Eithné screamed, her body bucking against his, her hips meeting his thrusts with equal force.
Shirou could feel it, the pressure building, the heat coiling in his balls. He gripped her tighter, his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her. He grunted, a primal, desperate sound, as he felt his orgasm building, his cock swelling even further inside her.
Eithné's body shook, her muscles clenching around his cock, her orgasm building like a storm. She looked up at him, her eyes wild with need, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "Give it to me, Shirou," she begged, her voice ragged with desire.
"All of it. Fill me completely." Her words sent a jolt of primal need through Shirou, pushing him over the edge. He roared, a wild, animalistic sound, as he slammed into her one last time, his cock exploding with a force that left him seeing stars.
Shirou's orgasm was unlike any he had ever experienced. It was as if his very soul was being wrenched from his body, leaving him raw, exposed, and completely at the mercy of his pleasure. He felt himself come, his cock pulsing and throbbing as it unleashed a torrent of seed into Eithné's depths. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, and it left him shaking and gasping for breath.
Eithné's eyes widened as she felt the heat of Shirou's release, the force of his orgasm sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.
She clung to him, her body convulsing with each pulse of his cock, her muscles clenching around him, milking him for every drop.
"Fuck," she gasped, her voice ragged with pleasure. "That's... that's so fucking much. Enough to put Trolls to shame."
Shirou grunted, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He stayed buried inside her, his cock still hard and throbbing, refusing to relinquish the warmth and tightness of her pussy. He could feel her muscles pulsing around him, her body still riding the waves of her own pleasure.
He pulled himself out of her, his cock softening but still massive and glistening with their combined juices. Without a word, he straddled her, positioning himself right in front of her massive breasts. Eithné looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded and sated, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Of course, Shirou darling," she said, her voice husky and content. "Mom will clean up." And with that, she bent her head, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Shirou grunted, his hands instinctively going to her hair, his fingers tangling in her silver locks. She sucked him gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock, drawing out the last drops of his seed. At the same time, she squeezed her breasts around his shaft, her soft flesh milking him, ensuring not a drop was wasted.
Shirou groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as she took him deeper, her tongue licking and cleaning every inch of him. He could feel her body beneath him, her breath warm on his cock, her saliva mixing with their combined juices as she savored him.
Eithné took her time, her mouth and tongue working in tandem to cleanse every inch of Shirou's cock. She could taste them both, the salty sweetness of their pleasure, and it ignited something primal within her. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, as she licked and sucked him clean, her hands kneading her breasts around him.
Shirou watched her, a sense of awe and wonder washing over him. He had never experienced anything like this, never felt so... claimed, so cherished.
"You like them, don’t you? Shirou," Eithné purred, her voice husky with desire and a touch of wickedness. She squeezed her massive mammaries around his cock, the soft, warm flesh enveloping him in a way that was both comforting and erotic. "Want to feel them more? Go on."
Given permission, Shirou didn’t hesitate. He brought his hands to her huge green breasts, feeling their weight and softness in his palms. He started to move his cock in the valley between them, the slickness of their combined juices making the motion smooth and effortless. Eithné closed her eyes dreamily, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt Shirou’s cock gliding between her breasts.
"Yeah, they're nice, aren't they?" Eithné whispered, her voice a low purr.
She trailed her tongue along the tip of his cock, licking away the last vestiges of their combined juices. Shirou grunted, his hips jerking in response, his cock growing harder, more insistent. He watched as Eithné's massive green breasts enveloped him, her soft flesh milking him, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock.
"Morwenn was beautiful, wasn't she?" Eithné murmured, her eyes closed dreamily. She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue licking and teasing, before releasing him with a pop.
"She was," Shirou agreed, his voice hoarse with desire. He could see her, Morwenn, her smile, her eyes, her laughter. But here, now, with Eithné, it was different.
She started to lick and kiss the tip of his cock whenever it emerged from the mountains of flesh on her chest, and soon again grew so huge that mountains couldn't contain them and she was making out with his cock constantly. Eithné murmured, her eyes closed dreamily as she guided his length between her full, soft breasts. "Morwenn was beautiful, wasn't she? Didn't have quite as big ones as these, did she?"
Shirou grunted in agreement, his hips moving instinctively, his cock sliding between her generous mounds. He felt a pang of guilt at the comparison, but it was swiftly drowned out by the sensation of her flesh against him. "No," he said, his voice ragged with desire. "She didn't."
Eithné opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his.
"My irresponsible daughter, dying on her own and leaving both of us in mourning like that, leaving her husband his cock like this, lonely and abandoned, cold and without a single descendant..." Eithné's voice caught, a sob breaking through, but she pushed past it, her determination unyielding. "And me, her mother," she continued, her voice hoarse with emotion, "who didn't do anything to correct that state of things for a hundred years..."
Eithné's hands moved to Shirou's balls, cupping them gently, her touch both reverent and possessive. "Time to make amends for both of us, me and her, to you," she whispered, her eyes never leaving his. She lowered her head, her mouth engulfing him, her suction so intense it felt like she was pulling his very soul from his body.
Shirou grunted, his fingers tangling in her silver hair, his hips jerking involuntarily as she took him deeper. It was as if she were trying to pull him inside her, to claim him completely. And he loved it.
"Fuck, Eithné," he groaned, his cock throbbing in her mouth. "You're... you're incredible."
Eithné pulled back, her mouth releasing him with a wet pop. She looked up at him, her eyes wild and determined. "This won't end with just one child, Shirou," she said, her voice hoarse with desire and resolve. "No, we won't stop this arrangement until you've given me a hundred more Dryad daughters to frolic around Brokilon." She paused, her gaze locked onto his, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.
"I want you to fill me again, Shirou. Every part of me. Fill me with your seed, and let's make Morwenn proud." With that, Eithné's mouth moved down, her lips wrapping around the base of his shaft, her tongue licking at his balls, her saliva mixing with their combined juices. Shirou grunted, his body jerking at the sudden sensation. He could feel her, her mouth, her tongue, her saliva, all working together to drive him wild. He looked down, his eyes widening as he watched her take him, her head bobbing up and down, her lips wrapped around him, her tongue licking and teasing.
"Eithné," he groaned, his voice ragged with need. He placed his hands on her head, his fingers tangling in her silver hair, guiding her, encouraging her.
Eithné moaned around his cock, the sound vibrating through him, sending shivers down his spine. She took him deeper, her mouth opening wider to accommodate his girth. She gagged slightly, but she pressed on, determined to take all of him. Shirou grunted, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding deeper into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, her lips stretching around his shaft, her tongue swirling and licking, her saliva mixing with the juices that still coated his cock.
Eithné made a sound, half hum, half moan, as she took him deeper, her nose pressing against the base of his cock. Shirou groaned, his body tensing, his grip on her hair tightening. He could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling in his balls, ready to explode.
His cock throbbed, aching for release. Seeing Eithné's determination, her need for him, Shirou knew he couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled her off his cock with a groan, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Eithné looked up at him, her eyes wild and desperate, her lips swollen and glistening with their combined juices.
"Ride me, Eithné," Shirou commanded, his voice a low growl. "Take what you need."
Eithné didn't hesitate. She straddled him, her strong, ageless legs pushing his thighs apart. She positioned herself over his cock, her grip tightening on his shaft, guiding him to her entrance. Shirou could feel the heat of her, the wetness of her desire, as she took him in, her body stretching to accommodate his girth.
Eithné's breasts bounced with each movement, their massive size swaying and jiggling with her every motion, a sight that both thrilled and distracted him. The sight of her riding him, her body moving with such grace and power, sent a surge of lust through him, his cock growing even harder, if that were possible.
She moaned, a deep, primal sound that sent shivers down his spine. Her hands gripped his chest, her nails digging into his skin as she began to move, her hips rising and falling in a rhythm that was both slow and deliberate. Shirou groaned, his hands moving to her breasts, gripping them, supporting their weight as they bounced and swayed. He could feel her, all of her, the heat of her, the wetness of her, the way her body clenched around him, drawing him deeper, making him a part of her.
Her mouth found his, their tongues clashing, a primal, urgent dance that left them both breathless. Shirou groaned, his hands moving to her face, his fingers tangling in her silver hair, holding her to him, deepening the kiss. Eithné moaned into his mouth, her hips moving faster, her body demanding more, more of him.
Shirou pulled her head back, his eyes locking onto hers, his voice a low growl. "You feel so good, Eithné," he said, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "So fucking tight, so fucking wet." He thrust his hips upward, driving himself deeper into her, his cock swelling even further inside her. Eithné cried out, her back arching, her body convulsing around him. She could feel him, every inch of him, every ridge, every vein, as he filled her completely.
Shirou's cock swelled, expanding even further inside her, stretching her walls to their limits. Eithné's eyes widened, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt him growing, becoming even more immense than before.
"Shirou," she gasped, her voice a ragged whisper. "You're... you're bigger than before. How is that even possible?"
Shirou grunted, his body tensing as he felt her tightening around him, her body adjusting to his new size. "Mutations from the Trial of the Grasses," he explained, his voice a low growl. "It's a side effect."
Eithné's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt him, the sensation of his massive cock filling her completely sending waves of pleasure radiating through her.
Her breasts bounced with each movement, her nipples hardening into tight peaks, begging for attention. She moaned, the sound deep and primal, as she leaned forward, her hands gripping Shirou's shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. Her body moved faster, her hips rising and falling with increasing urgency, her need for him growing with each passing second.
Shirou watched her, his eyes locked onto hers, his body responding to the sight of her riding him, her breasts bouncing, her nipples hard and inviting. He reached up, his hands gripping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, teasing them, making her gasp and moan.
Eithné cried out, her back arching as she felt the sensation of his touch, the pleasure of his fingers on her sensitive nipples sending electric shocks of pleasure through her.