Chapter 15: A Beautiful Flower

IRO

Iro felt a bit uncomfortable in the fancy uniform he was wearing.

Aranya had brought it over in the morning and helped him put it on, making small tweaks here and there. She was subtly poking and prodding him, probably trying to get a rise out of him for her own amusement.

But he was too preoccupied with the day’s events to pay her much attention.

“How many guests did M—uh, Zeltaria say were coming?” he asked, glancing at himself in the mirror as Aranya gave him a final once-over.

The uniform was similar to his usual maid outfit, but the “boob window” was slightly larger, the lace more intricate, and the frills more pronounced.

The skirt was cut in a way that left his lower legs bare, with a longer V reaching halfway up his thighs, giving the skirt an asymmetrical hemline that was longer in the back.

There was a neat opening for his tail, which swished slowly as he admired his reflection. The uniform fit snugly, accentuating his slim figure.

Aranya had styled his hair in a particularly androgynous way.

Pulling a needle from her mouth, Aranya pinned back one last frill, deciding whether she liked it better that way. “Dozens. Maybe even a hundred? Zel wasn’t specific…

“It’s supposed to be the leaders of the dryad clans, some fennecs, and a half-dozen leaders of the mer. I think it looked better before…” she mumbled, unpinned the frill, and stepped back on her eight spider-like legs.

“All I know is there are ~a lot~ of dryad clans. If they ~all~ send a representative here…~well~, you might be busy.”

Iro swallowed hard and turned to face Aranya. “Any advice on what to expect? You’ve been with Zel longer.”

Aranya giggled and started packing up her tools, heading for the door. “Sure. I have plenty of advice I ~could~ give you, but ~have fun~ is the only one that’ll help.”

And with that, she was gone, leaving Iro to wonder what the hell she meant. He was about to follow her to ask when the door clicked open again.

He took a sharp breath as Cerys walked in, ducking slightly to fit through the doorframe.

“Ah, Mister Iro, glad to see you’re ready. Here”—she handed him a small piece of paper—“your list of tasks for the party.

“Your main job is to look good, be present, and perform well, but there are certain…~individuals~ who may ask for more. Zeltaria asks that you comply in a respectful manner.”

Iro took the note and read “greeter, refreshment server, and usher” on the paper, along with a few notes on each. He looked up at Cerys, a question in his eyes. “What exactly does ~respectful manner~ mean in this context?”

Cerys laughed softly and smiled. “Nothing that would embarrass Master Zeltaria. That’s all. Skalla is waiting for you and Mika to help with the final food and drink preparations, so please go assist her as soon as you can.”

She was about to leave when she turned back with a smirk. “And try not to mess up your uniform ~before~ the event, please.”

Cerys left, and Iro quickly tidied up his room before heading to the kitchen. ~Time for a dinner party…~

***

As the party got underway, Iro was stationed at the front door, opposite Mika.

They held the large double doors open for the arriving guests, smiling and waving at non-humans of all shapes and sizes.

Iro had never seen most of them before, and during lulls in the arrivals, he asked Mika to identify the various groups.

He recognized the fennecs—they were just dogs with bigger ears and fluffier tails—but he needed Mika to point out the mer and the dryads.

The mer were various aquatic races, like Skalla, and there was even a shark-like representative present. But the dryads were far more diverse and unique.

Each dryad came from a different region or forest and, being dryads, they were mostly plant-like. Each one was beautiful, and most were female, though there were some males with brambly or bark-like appearances.

Each one resembled some sort of plant in humanoid form, and Mika explained that dryads could change shape at will, using elements of nature to form their bodies.

Some even took the forms of common animals, arriving as foxes, bears, or even owls. The sight made Iro’s mind race, wondering just how wild this evening might get.

Cerys’s caveat of “nothing Zel would be embarrassed by” didn’t rule out much, in Iro’s opinion.

As the last of the guests were arriving, Iro found himself a bit off-kilter.

As “she” approached, Iro’s tail stiffened slightly, and he couldn’t take his eyes off a dryad who had taken the form of a woman. Her skin was a creamy green, and she was clothed in flower petals of all colors, shapes, and sizes.

She was on the larger side, clearly enjoying the attention she was getting as her body jiggled enticingly.

As she walked through the front door, Iro was hit by a wave of her intoxicating scent. Mika tossed a small hair bow at Iro to get his attention.

“Smitten?” she asked teasingly, clearly aware of what he was thinking.

Iro blushed as he tossed the bow back and smoothed out his uniform. “~No~…maybe. Who was she?”

Mika shrugged as she pinned the bow back in her hair. “No idea, might be something for you to figure out. Won’t be hard to find her. Just follow your nose, you dog.”

Mika looked out the front door and then back inside as a short whistle reached their ears. Inside, Cerys was standing in her professional uniform and horse-like cloak, gesturing for the door greeters to come inside.

Cerys leaned down to Mika and Iro, gesturing deeper into the mansion. “That should be everyone, so please go ahead and move on to your next tasks.

“Mingle, circulate, serve drinks, and make sure everything is going smoothly. Master Zeltaria will be mingling as well, so make sure the drinks keep flowing and the evening goes well.”

Iro and Mika nodded, making their way through the mansion towards the kitchen. But Iro’s mind was elsewhere. He was on the lookout for a certain dryad.

He couldn’t quite put his finger on why he was so drawn to her. All he knew was that he wanted to talk to her. Serve her a drink, receive a pat on the head, ~anything~.

And as luck would have it, he spotted her slipping out into the backyard. In the kitchen, he told Mika to handle the inside of the mansion while he ventured outside.

Mika, who preferred staying indoors, began to circulate among the guests, refilling empty glasses, while Iro took a tray of vibrant, fizzy drinks outside.

He scanned the area but couldn’t spot the dryad he was looking for, nor anyone who could help him find her. Then, he heard a familiar rhythmic clicking of hooves behind him.

Iro knew that sound all too well, so he wasn’t surprised when he turned around to find Zeltaria standing there.

Her long, black gown flowed like shadows, her usual style, with a high collar that drew everyone’s attention.

She plucked a tall glass filled with a blood-red liquid from Iro’s tray and looked down at him knowingly. “Looking for someone special, pup?” she asked, her voice low and seductive.

Iro nodded nervously. “I-I’m sorry, Master Zel…I know I should be…~impartial~ in my service, but there’s this one dryad and—”

“Big, round belly, thick thighs, long hair? Covered in flowers? Green?” Zel casually listed the dryad’s physical features.

Iro stiffened and nodded. “Y-yes, that’s her.”

Zeltaria smirked, taking a long sip of her drink. She savored the taste before turning her smile back to Iro. “That would be ~Alethria~, a fertility dryad.

“She oversees the harvest season in her region, and I invited her here to update the other dryad leaders on the status of things. Her region has been particularly ~fertile~ and productive, and others are curious as to why.”

Zeltaria moved closer, taking the tray from Iro’s hands.

“I was planning to send you in to see if you could find anything out. It seems our goals align tonight. I saw her heading towards the flower gardens next to the mansion. Go on, ~enjoy yourself~.”

Zeltaria turned Iro towards the gardens and gave him a swift smack on his rear to send him on his way.

Iro yelped and hurried off, the sound of laughter from the other guests following him.

But as he left the bustling party behind and found himself in a maze of tall, flower-filled hedges, he felt a strange sense of anticipation.

It felt like a secret mission or a romantic rendezvous, and he wasn’t complaining.

Now, he just had to ~find~ the dryad in this maze of blooming hedges…

Iro moved slowly through the maze. He hadn’t been in there before, having been busy with his other duties for Zeltaria.

He hadn’t been assigned any tasks in the maze and hadn’t explored it in his free time, preferring the house or the open lawn for sunbathing.

Now, he regretted not exploring it earlier as he hit his third dead end with no sign of the voluptuous dryad. Frustrated, Iro was about to sigh when he caught a unique scent in the air.

It was different from the flowers of the hedges and the usual smells of the estate. Trusting his instincts, Iro followed the scent to a different part of the maze.

He finally arrived at a circular section of the maze centered around a weeping willow-like tree with long strands of leaves.

Small lights danced around the tree like fireflies and the unique scent was strongest here. Iro was momentarily mesmerized until he saw what he had been looking for at the base of the tree.

There, sitting on her knees with a peaceful smile on her face, was Alethria, the voluptuous, green-skinned, flower-adorned dryad.

She seemed to be sleeping, but occasional twitches caused her impressively large chest to sway.

Iro, much to his annoyance, felt his small cock hardening under his maid’s skirt. He took a few steps forward, and Alethria opened her eyes, her smile widening as she saw him.

“If it isn’t the young canid from the door. Have you come to commune, as I have?” She shifted slightly to face Iro, her back against the tree as she looked at him warmly.

Iro felt a comforting warmth radiating from the large dryad, and he moved closer to stand before her.

He felt small in her presence, and not just because she ~was~ physically larger than him. “N-no, I mean, maybe? I just wanted to talk to you more, that’s all.”

Alethria continued to smile warmly and leaned back slightly, patting her lap invitingly.

Iro felt his tail stiffen along with his member as he took the few steps to sit on Alethria’s lap, her size accommodating him easily.

He sat sideways on her lap, his legs hanging off one side, his toes, visible in his dress socks, brushing against the grass under the tree. Alethria stroked his ears and neck gently.

“How does a city canid like you end up back in our country?” she asked softly.

Iro looked at her in surprise. He hadn’t mentioned that he had spent many of his recent years among humans in their cities. Had he?

“I…wanted to be closer to my heritage. Closer to other non-humans. The humans are good people, but they aren’t… ~us~.” He hadn’t really thought about it before. He had just wanted to come home.

Alethria smiled down at him. “~Closer~, you say?”

Alethria, the dryad, glanced up at the tree that was providing them with shade from the setting sun, which was just about to disappear below the horizon. “Zeltaria sent you to me, didn’t she? She wants to know ~my secrets~ as a fertility dryad, right?”

Iro’s face turned pale. She had hit the nail on the head. He ~had~ been sent here to learn her secrets, but he also had his own selfish desire to see her again after their initial meeting.

“I-I… ~yes~…” he stammered, curling up slightly in her lap.

Alethria chuckled softly, her hand covering her mouth as her laughter faded.

“Silly boy, you think ~you’re in trouble~.” Alethria’s arms gently wrapped around Iro, pulling him close and nestling him against her breasts.

“I’m more than willing to show you ~exactly~ how I commune with nature. Fertility isn’t just about good soil, you know.”

Iro turned to see her body rustling as if a wind was blowing, even though there was none. Her clothing, made of leaves and flowers, blew away, revealing her smooth green skin and deep green nipples right in front of Iro’s face.

By now, Iro’s cock was standing firmly erect as she cradled him in one arm.

Her other hand began to lift his skirt, sliding it up his legs and bunching it around his waist as he lay in her lap, nestled in her arm and under her chest.

“Go ahead, pup, ~drink~. The truth is, I am connected to my land. The earth beneath me. The plants around me.

“They’re fertile because ~I~ am fertile. Some might find it…~perverse~ to be so in tune with nature, even other dryads, but through them, I can feel and hear the world, and through me, they produce far beyond their usual means.”

Iro yelped softly as Alethria found his cock hidden under his skirt, folding the fabric to keep it out of the way as his shaft stood upright for her.

In a daze, he did as she suggested and turned his head to latch his lips over her nearest nipple, taking a cautious suckle. He was rewarded with a nectar unlike any he’d ever tasted—sweet, warm, and deliciously succulent.

He shifted slightly to get a better hold on her breast and calmly nursed on her nipple as Alethria gently stroked Iro’s shaft, massaging his back with her supporting hand as he drank her nectar.

Alethria hummed and moaned softly as Iro greedily drank, squirming slightly under her touch and whimpering softly himself. “That’s a good pup. Just…like…that…”

Iro opened his eyes to see Alethria had changed slightly. Her skin had deepened in color and a crown of flowers had grown around her forehead, weaving back into her long, flowing hair.

Flowers sprouted from her hair as she took deeper breaths, spurred on by Iro’s erotic nursing.

All around him, the willow-like tree had begun to flower too, with unnatural petals growing and falling from the tree, creating a supernatural effect as the air filled with multicolored petals.

Even the fireflies seemed to glow a little brighter.

But all of that paled in comparison to Alethria. Iro tried to curl himself further into her, only to get a bigger mouthful of breast and nipple.

Fighting the urge to bite down as he suckled, warm nectar continued to flow as Alethria smoothly stroked his member.

The dual sensation became too much for Iro and with a sudden increase in his suckling and breathing, he started to buck his hips in her grasp and finally stiffened into a moaning orgasm.

His mouth full of nectar, his member shot off several strong strands of cum, each falling onto Alethria’s wrist or thigh as she continued to stroke him, smiling down at him as warmly as ever.

“Good boy,” Alethria whispered, her voice as gentle as a breeze through blooming trees. “Now you see how I commune with nature.”

She gestured with her chin to the hedges and plants around them, each one with renewed color and blooming flowers.

Iro sat up slightly, feeling both energized and exhausted from the nursing. His body felt like it could run for miles, but his soul wanted to stay right there.

He glanced down to see his cum on her wrist slowly seeping ~into~ her skin.

Before he could ask any questions, Alethria’s warm hand brushed over his cheek from behind his back, turning his head back toward her chest as she radiated warmth down at him.

“Ready for more, pup? We have all the time in the world…”

Iro, wordlessly and eternally grateful, nodded and nestled back into her warmth, relishing in the way she cradled him and offered her bounty to his lips as she resumed fondling and stroking his sensitive cock.

“That’s a good boy,” she murmured softly as they resumed, her words of praise causing Iro’s tail to wag even as he settled back into her lap.

~What an amazing job,~ Iro thought as he drifted into a relaxed stupor.