Raven awoke in the early morning hours before the sun began to shine through the window; his member slipped from Emily's warm and slimy entrance before rolling off the bed, his feet barely touching the ground to avoid waking her.

The room was rather cute, with wooden sideboards around the room but pink wallpaper above them and countless teddy bears.

He needed to be careful because vines and branches were swaying in the air and near the walls, all from Emily's body—the pretty pink and red flowers symbolised how wonderful the night was for her.

'Such a cute woman... But I need a piss...'

Even the mighty Dread Knight couldn't resist the urge to urinate as he made his way to the door, a large black archway door with cute engravements and what seemed to be the small carving of both Nenethranan and Emily on each side.

Creak!

Raven pushed through the door—luckily, the vine across the bottom didn't break as he avoided stepping on it.

'How her vines reflect her feelings and dreams is cute...'

He remembered the night at the hotel when she fell asleep and was calling his name; the vines would bloom the same red flowers as when she orgasmed in a cascade, almost flooding the room with them.

Others might find it gross or strange, but he enjoyed the flowers and her strange little quirks.

When he said it, she urinated and adamantly denied it—the blue flowers behind her showed her lies and embarrassment.

"Now the bathroom was..."

Despite being inside the monolith, the apartment was modern and well-arranged, only a little larger than usual due to how the dungeons work.

He traced the hallway, seeing the living room filled with plants and flowers likely left there to keep them alive after blooming.

Raven thought that vanished initially, but Emily taught him that younger dryads would retract them into their vines.

Yet, a more mature dryad can let them take root in soil or leave them in a glass of water, and they will grow like normal flowers with enhanced vitality and lifespan.

The lifespan of the dryad herself.

It made Raven realise, "Ah, this is why people study these wonderful women. Cute things like this."

To make things even more amusing for him, Emily taught him that dryads don't excrete or pass wind like humans, but everything is converted into sap, and the sweet scent is the same as a human's act of breaking wind.

So he didn't need to give her an enema each time he wanted to use her ass—their ass was just a dummy and didn't connect to her stomach, but her pistil, the sperm, would be pumped into her womb from a small tube connecting them.

Either hole could get her pregnant.

'It was a little weird when she told me, but eh~ it doesn't smell bad and saves needing to give her an enema each time we have anal.'

"There it is. Finally, I was about to become the Urine Orc..."

Psssshhh!

?andasnovel·?om Raven solved his business in the elegant bathroom, filled with several bottles of different conditioners, shampoos, and body wash. He noticed no brand but only the words Nana or Emi on them and the flavours.

'Hmm?'

He sniffed after washing his hands, before smelling his sweat and realising that he needed to shower badly, but they only had a bath...

Luckily it was filled with hot, steaming water and a scent similar to Emily's but far sweater and with a dense taste of strawberry rather than Emily's light blueberry and apricot tastes.

'Let's just bathe... A clean orc is a good orc!' Reciting his dad's bathtime saying, Raven climbed into the bath with his big frame.

The huge bath was just right, enjoying the suds and warm soapy water clinging to the skin. It was like the filth of his soul was being cleansed.

"Lalala~ bath time is the best time~ my stupid daughter brought home a man~ his cock is huge~ lalala!"

Raven's body dunked under the water, unable to hear the humming of a familiar voice, another dryad was home, but due to Emily saying she was visiting a friend and wouldn't be back, he relaxed his guard.

Slowly she began to fling her clothes randomly without care for cleaning before twirling around her branches, and vines didn't explode like Emily but were affixed to the wall, forming a wonderful scene for her bath.

The bath was now surrounded by a forest of flowers, branches, vines and flora, causing an exotic feel as she climbed into the bath, her plump buttocks jiggling due to her lack of exercise.

If Emily was a firm and youthful dryad.

Nenethrana was a soft and welcoming milf dryad.

"Haaa~ so hot and the scent--"I think you should take a look at pandasnovel.com

"..."

Her words stopped as her body lowered into the bath. Something pressed against her snatch was strange, so she reached down, her delicate pale hands with a slight brown tint wrapping around what she thought might be a log.

"It's strange... my hand is too small to fit around... oh!? It's growing bigger!"

Because the bath was filled with mountains of bubbles, Raven's face and body were covered—the bath was a huge square tub with a deep bottom.

'What... something's touching me... oh? Emily followed me, haha.... naughty little minx.'

Because he thought it was her, the soft hands moving along his shaft, he didn't stop them. Instead, his hips moved, allowing his member to poke and prod against her soft mound, feeling a soft opening that rubbed along his tip while both hands were twisting and teasing his glans.

Nene wasn't stupid and realised what it was the moment it hardened.

She did warn him and Emily... since he didn't resist, why would she stop herself from enjoying a young stud?

Now Raven should have been more aware the moment he felt the difference in the shape and feel of her pussy and fingers.

Emily's hands were cute, with long delicate fingers, while Nene's hands were small, with soft skin.

His mind told him to stop, but his body only wanted more. The smell of lavender, honey, vanilla and musk filled his senses as if the bubbles were part of their aphrodisiac.

Nene's pussy was softer than Emily's, with a more granular wall that slurped at his tip, not rushing him inside her but as if savouring his taste as her soft walls contracted against his tip, smearing them with her honey, slowly their soft folds expanded allowing his cock to sink into her depths slowly, the feeling nothing like what he experienced before.

"Mmmm... it's so thick and hard..." A soft voice sounded more erotic and mature than the usual Nenethrana, so he didn't notice for a moment.

Soft, sticky tendrils began to slither around his cock, teasing the most vulnerable places of his member, causing his hips to thrust naturally like a horny ape.

A sense of pleasure built in his abdomen as the outer walls tightened around him, letting the soft tendrils wrap around his glans and spurt warm, gooey honey all over his tip, pushing it deeper into her pistil.

"It's so sticky and tight... why is your pussy so much softer and enthusiastic.... ugh...!"

The thick sap was far more mature than Emily forming hundreds of sticky, slimy bridges across her insides that wrapped and pressed against his tip, the soft squishy goo then breaking with a pop, the honey coating his cock with strange fluid that caused his cock to throb even more.

Panting, he realised he couldn't wait any longer and pulled out, his cock pulling free just as the hot sticky spittle hit the outside of his shaft.

"Haa.... you pulled my insides out~ bad man... what if this was my cute Emily and you broke her mind?"

Her whole body shook, feeling the edge of his glans pulling on her walls as it left her pussy with a loud pop and splash of the water.

'It's not Emily!?'

Raven's brain screamed at him, screaming that this was wrong and bad and would lead to his death or worse. His legs struggled to keep up, but it didn't matter anymore.

This had been inevitable ever since she saw him in the bath. However, her intentions now were clear.

"Nenethrana..."

"Oh~ my sexy orc little son-in-law, your cock has ignited a fire that was dead for 400 years... will you help this poor old dryad and spray her roots with your thick, nutritious orc fertiliser?"

His mind was cloudy—the effect of mature dryads love juice far beyond just a simple aphrodisiac but something at would make even the most tired 80-year-old man outperform an 18-year-old stud.

"Mother.... ah...."

Raven couldn't resist his impulses, and the gates of bliss were glowing bright pink and vibrating as his hands grabbed her soft hips—now that he realised Nene wasn't in the short form but was a tall and vigorous milf.

Nothing like that day in the guild, enjoying her fat ass that sucked his fingers into her soft meat as she let his cock penetrate her once more with an intoxicating moan.historical

He didn't notice the second set of vines dancing along the forest created by Nenethrana...

Back in the bedroom, a certain lewd dryad let out quiet moans in the darkness.

The vines of Emily bloomed red and golden, symbolising her arousal and joy as she listened to the deep moaning voice of her mother with two fingers churning around her entrance, testing her g-spot as the view of the bathroom was vivid in her eyes.

After all, dryads normally shared a mate until they were dead...

Even more so if the said mate would never die.

As Raven's member slipped into the depths of Nenethrana, his thoughts of resistance and guilt faded faster with each contraction and sweet moan from the sexy lips of Emily's mother.