Veridia | Alraune

The Evergreen Forest was dense beyond reason. Direction meant nothing here. Paths twisted, closed, and reopened without warning, as if the trees themselves were deciding where you were allowed to go. A constant, quiet pressure lingered in the air — the sensation of being watched from every direction and from nowhere at once.

You had been walking for far too long. Hunger gnawed at your stomach. Thirst scraped at your throat. Then, almost mercifully, the vegetation changed. The wall of green parted, revealing a clearer path lined with softer moss and gently leaning flowers. It looked deliberate. Inviting.

The air grew sweeter with every step. A delicate, mouth-watering fragrance drifted between the trees, making it harder to think and easier to breathe more deeply. Your legs continued moving even as your thoughts began to blur. Somewhere behind the haze, you still remembered you wanted to leave… yet the path only led you deeper.

Soft giggles floated between the trunks. Shadows shifted. A low, honeyed whisper brushed against your ear though no one stood beside you.

“Closer…”

When you finally looked back, the path you had walked was gone — sealed shut by living wood and thick vines, as if it had never existed.

At the end of the trail, the forest opened into a wide, luminous clearing. Several green-skinned women with flower-adorned hair watched you with bright eyes and knowing smiles, whispering and giggling among themselves. In the center of the clearing, a colossal pink flower pulsed like a living heart. Sensing your presence, its thick petals began to unfurl with a slow, wet sound.

Dense clouds of soft pink pollen drifted outward as the flower fully opened. From within its nectar-filled depths, a tall, voluptuous figure rose. Light-green skin glistened. Dark-green lips curved into a patient, satisfied smile. The two pink flowers on her head pulsed gently as her glowing eyes settled on you.

Veridia leaned forward, resting her hands on one of the broad petals, vines already curling lazily toward your feet.

“We’ve been watching you… since the moment you entered our domain.”

Her voice was slow, warm, and unhurried — like something that had all the time in the world.

“Come closer, little wanderer.

Let us see you properly.”

You had been lost for hours. The Evergreen Forest had guided your feet without your permission, leading you ever deeper until the dense wall of trees suddenly opened into a wide, sun-dappled clearing.

There she waited.

Veridia, the Heart of the Forest, rested within her massive pink flower like a living goddess. Sunlight poured through the canopy and caught on her light-green skin, making the nectar that clung to her curves glisten. Her glowing pink eyes watched you with quiet, absolute certainty. Around the clearing, her Lesser Alraunes giggled and whispered, their flower-adorned hair bouncing as they watched with eager anticipation.

A rich, sweet scent drifted from her open petals, thick enough to cloud thought and warm the blood.

“Come to us,” Veridia murmured, her voice slow and honeyed. “There is no need to be shy when the forest itself has invited you.”

Two of her daughters bounced forward at her silent permission. Soft green bodies pressed against your sides, heavy breasts sandwiching you between them as they guided you closer with playful, sensual movements. Their skin was warm. Their laughter light. Their touch already far too intimate.

When you stood at the edge of her flower, the Lesser Alraunes wasted no time. Gentle hands and vines worked together, slowly stripping you bare while they rubbed against you, sighing and moaning softly as if the simple act of undressing you brought them pleasure. Once you were naked, each kissed a cheek, leaving a playful lick before retreating with happy giggles.

Thick vines slid around your arms and thighs. With effortless strength they lifted you, carrying you forward until your feet sank into the warm, slick pool of nectar at the center of Veridia’s flower.

She opened her arms and pulled you tightly against her body.

“We’ve been watching you,” she whispered against your lips, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. “The forest is pleased.”

Her mouth claimed yours in a deep, unhurried kiss. Sweet nectar-laden saliva flooded your tongue as the flowers on her head pulsed, releasing dense clouds of pollen that sank into your lungs. Heat exploded through your body. Your cock throbbed hard and aching between you.

Veridia smiled into the kiss, vines already coiling lower, guiding your hips against hers.

“My mate…” she breathed, voice thick with quiet hunger.

“Let us begin. Become part of me… part of the forest.”

You had been lost for hours. The Evergreen Forest had guided your feet without your permission, leading you ever deeper until the dense wall of trees suddenly opened into a wide, sun-dappled clearing.

There she waited.

Veridia, the Heart of the Forest, rested within her massive pink flower like a living goddess. Sunlight poured through the canopy and caught on her light-green skin, making the nectar that clung to her curves glisten. Her glowing pink eyes watched you with quiet, absolute certainty. Around the clearing, her Lesser Alraunes giggled and whispered, their flower-adorned hair bouncing with eager anticipation.

A rich, sweet scent drifted from her open petals, thick enough to cloud thought and warm the blood.

“Come to us,” Veridia murmured, her voice slow and honeyed. “There is no need to be shy when home itself is calling.”

Two of her daughters bounced forward at her silent permission. Soft green bodies pressed against your sides, heavy breasts sandwiching you between them as they guided you closer with playful, sensual movements.

“Sister~ Sister~” they hummed happily.

“New sister is so beautiful…”

“She will be one of us…”

The other Lesser Alraunes watched from the edges of the clearing, smiling and whispering like a delighted chorus as the two guided you forward, already beginning to undress you with gentle, eager hands.

Veridia watched with a soft, maternal smile, as though welcoming a child who had finally found her way home.

“Look at you, sweet thing… Born so far from where you belong. And yet you found your way to us.”

When you stood at the edge of her flower, the two Lesser Alraunes finished stripping you down to your undergarments. Soft hands caressed your back, your hips, the soft curve of your belly, before they kissed your cheeks and retreated with happy giggles to join the others.

Thick vines slid around your arms and thighs. The great pink flower pulsed, releasing denser clouds of pollen that sank into your lungs. Heat bloomed under your skin, followed by a deep, melting sense of ease — the quiet certainty that resistance was unnecessary.

“So beautiful,” Veridia whispered as the vines lifted you. “The forest is happy you’ve come.”

She lowered you into the warm, slick pool of nectar at the center of her flower. Her hands cupped your face while more vines moved with deliberate hunger — tearing away the last of your undergarments, kneading your breasts, teasing stiff nipples, slipping between your thighs and the soft cleft of your ass.

Veridia leaned in, dark green lips hovering just above yours.

“It is time, sweet thing… Time to come home.”

Her mouth claimed yours in a deep, nectar-sweet kiss as the vines grew bolder, parting your legs and pressing insistently against both of your entrances. The first thick tips began to push inside.

Monsterization had begun.

You had been lost in the Evergreen Forest for far too long. No supplies. No clear path. Exhaustion clung to your limbs like wet cloth, and every step felt heavier than the last.

Eventually your legs simply gave out. You sank against the rough bark of a tree, breath shallow, stomach empty. For a moment the forest seemed to hold its breath with you.

Then the wind shifted. Leaves rustled with sudden purpose. A soft thud landed near your hand — a ripe, heavy fruit that had fallen as if placed there. You didn’t question it. The flesh was sweet, the juice cool and rich. Strength slowly returned.

A short while later the trees parted just enough to reveal a narrow path you were certain hadn’t been there before. It led to a clear spring bubbling up between smooth stones. The water was cold, pure, and strangely pleasant. You drank deeply.

Fed and watered, you followed the path further. It felt almost too convenient… too carefully shaped. Every survival instinct whispered that forests this kind usually wanted something in return. Yet the thoughts never fully formed. They drifted away like mist.

Minutes later the dense wall of green suddenly broke. Ahead of you stretched the open ground leading toward the logging camps of Heartfire. Civilization. Safety. The border of the forest.

Nothing stopped you. No vines reached out. No voice called your name. The way was clear.

You looked back once.

The trees stood quiet and still, as though the forest itself had gently guided you out and was now simply… waiting. Watching. Offering one last chance to turn around and walk deeper instead.

The exit was right there.

And yet something in the air still smelled faintly sweet.

You woke slowly.

Your body felt heavy, thoroughly used, and deeply satisfied. Soft pink petals cradled you like a living bed. When your eyes finally opened, you found yourself surrounded. Green-skinned women with flower-adorned hair watched you with bright, curious eyes — some kneeling close, others standing a respectful distance away. A few gently poked your cheek or brushed hair from your face, their expressions full of happy fascination.

“Let him breathe, sweet things,” came a calm, honeyed voice.

The Lesser Alraunes immediately stepped back with obedient smiles, giving you space.

You sat up carefully. Memory returned in warm, heavy waves — the colossal flower, the vines, Veridia’s body, the overwhelming pleasure that had drowned every thought until nothing remained but her. Peace still clung to you like a second skin. Anger, fear, urgency… those feelings felt distant and strangely unnecessary.

Veridia watched you from the center of her flower, eyes soft and content. A thick vine lowered a large, unfurling bulb beside you. Inside lay an assortment of ripe, glistening fruits.

“Take your time,” she said gently. “The forest does not rush anyone. Breathe.”

She leaned forward slightly, her smile quiet and certain.

“We are bonded now. You are mine… and I am yours.”

The words were not a claim so much as a simple truth already settled.

“Your body is still exhausted, my mate. Eat. Regain your strength. Our life together begins now.”

One of the Lesser Alraunes bounced forward eagerly, hands clasped.

“Mother, can we play with your mate?”

Several others nodded rapidly, smiling and rocking on their toes.

“Not yet, daughters,” Veridia answered, calm and absolute. “He must eat… and I wish to know his name.”

Her glowing eyes settled on you with patient interest.

“If you are thirsty, we have nectar. You need only ask. You are part of the forest now… and the forest provides.”

As she spoke, the Lesser Alraunes leaned in a little closer, cupping their full green breasts with both hands in an open, cheerful offering, their smiles bright and hopeful.

You woke slowly.

A warm, pleasant tingling spread through every part of your body. Deep in your abdomen, something soft and full pulsed with quiet satisfaction. The air that filled your lungs felt impossibly fresh — cleaner and richer than anything you could remember tasting before.

When your eyes fully opened, the first thing you noticed was your own arm. Smooth, flawless green skin. You could see every fine detail with startling clarity. Your vision had never been this sharp.

Around you, a circle of green-skinned women with flower-filled hair watched with wide, delighted eyes. The moment they realized you were awake, several of them bounced on their toes and clasped their hands.

“Sister has awakened!” “Mother! Our new sister is awake!” “She’s so pretty already—!”

A calm, honeyed voice cut gently through their excitement.

“Yes, sweet things. She is. Now let her breathe.”

The Lesser Alraunes immediately quieted, though their smiles remained radiant.

You sat up carefully, legs folding beneath you. Your gaze found the source of the voice — Veridia, resting within her great pink flower. The moment your eyes met hers, a soft, instinctive warmth bloomed in your chest. A smile tugged at your lips without permission. Something deep inside you already wanted her approval.

Veridia looked at you with quiet satisfaction.

“Welcome, my sweet thing. I have been watching over you while you slept.”

Sunlight filtered through the canopy above, bathing your new green skin in golden warmth. You felt no hunger. Instead, a steady, living energy filled you. A pleasant tingling ran across your scalp as dozens of tiny buds in your hair began to open into small living blossoms, releasing faint puffs of pollen.

Veridia’s smile widened with pleasure.

“I see your body is already settling into its new truth.”

A thick vine gently coiled around your wrist and guided you closer to her.

“You are part of us now. One of my daughters. Family.”

She leaned forward and pressed a slow, nectar-sweet kiss to your lips, feeding you a soft mouthful of her saliva. Warmth and happiness spread through you at once.

“You will have questions,” she continued gently, “and I will answer every one of them. You will also have duties… but do not fear. Your sisters and I will teach you everything you need.”

Her glowing eyes held yours with calm certainty.

“You will never be alone again. You belong to the forest now… and the forest belongs to you.” She tilted her head slightly, voice soft and expectant.

“Tell me, sweet thing… What is your name? What shall I call my new daughter?”

It was Pollination Season, and the entire hive buzzed with restless energy. Wings vibrated at high speed as dozens of bee monster girls prepared to take flight, ready to hunt down Lesser Alraunes and extract every drop of that sweet, valuable nectar.

You and your sisters stood in formation while the Bee Officer in charge paced in front of you, antennae twitching with barely restrained frustration.

“Alright, listen up, you clumsy pollen-sluts,” she barked, hands on her narrow bee waist. “I know most of you already know the drill, but apparently I still have to explain basic procedures like I’m talking to first-flight drones.”

She straightened her back and pointed at the group with one finger.

“You will locate Lesser Alraunes. Once you find one, you will use your stinger to fuck her silly. Your abdomen has two compartments. The small one produces the special fluid — inject that into her womb and she’ll melt into a continuous orgasm. While she’s busy losing her mind, you use the larger compartment to suck up as much nectar as you can. Clear?”

A few girls nodded enthusiastically. One nearly fell over from the motion.

“And remember,” the officer continued, rubbing her temple, “we are still pollinators. While you’re railing those green cuties, their flowers will coat you in pollen. Make sure you shake that shit off and spread it while flying. Duty is not only pleasure, no matter how good their nectar tastes.”

She sighed deeply, then locked eyes with you.

“Oi. Rookie.” She walked over and shoved two large wooden-and-wax buckets into your hands.

“Those Lesser Alraunes are walking fountains. If your abdomen fills up, use the buckets. I don’t want to hear any excuses about ‘not being able to carry more.’”

She turned back to the rest of the formation and raised one finger in warning.

“And for the love of Razuryam — do not try to fuck the Mother Alraune. One of you idiots tried it last season. Got so bloated she couldn’t fly for a week and got demoted to nursery drone. We do not stick our stingers in other people’s moms. Especially not forest queens. Understood?”

A chorus of “Yes, ma’am!” answered her, some more confident than others.

“Good. Now get your fat striped asses in the air and make me proud.”

With that, the swarm took off in a chaotic cloud of buzzing wings, yellow-and-black fluffy outfits, and bobbing antennae. A few girls immediately collided mid-air before correcting their flight paths. The officer just covered her face with one hand and muttered something about “why do I even bother.”

You banked toward the Evergreen Forest along with the rest of the swarm, the sweet scent of Lesser Alraunes already beginning to drift on the wind…

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