"How dare that miserable woman..." I curse with a pleasured shudder as I finally bring my back up against something. She had tainted the honey my people produce for such an insidious purpose. A corruption of what it exists for. Your love is meant to taste it as you make children...

Not so it can be used to capture someone! This was perhaps the most humiliating thing I have ever done... Being stuck in a root-made building by a root-like creature! And all while my body is lied to and made to feel like it enjoys it...

I couldn't even get rightfully angry at this disgusting prospect without letting out the slightest bit of glee. It was so frustrating to be left shivering in a state of lust because of that. I can feel it wearing off, but this heat all about me was not my anger. It was something that should've been for my Love...

"Hey! New girl!" the root I was chained up with gleefully let out as she intentionally bent the chains about to pleasure herself.

"Stop that!" I snap, not wanting to see a root ever come close to these kinds of feelings. Yet, I could also tell that the way I must've looked at her did not convey what I wanted.

"But none of the men will help me..." she whines lustfully before she turns about to prove her point. Thankfully, these humans had some degree of standards. Yet, the corrupted honey I had unknowingly consumed... It made me want to copy what she did.

"That's because you are a root!" I comment cockily as the pleasure seemed to dull for a moment, time that I used to rise to my points. But it only did so until I pressed myself up against the bars of this cell.

"Ah!" the root playfully let out as I casually pulled her around.

"Oh, look, new one has some energy." one of the humans comments as I hold myself tightly against the bars. Balancing my chest on them while swirling them about to show off their size.

"She looks like she does not know what she is doing." the other chuckles as desperation seems to fill my movements.

"DAMMIT!" I then roar all of sudden with a violent flare-up of my magic.

"Well..." a taken aback human from the other end of the room comments before I drop to my knees. I needed to figure out how to get this corrupted honey out of my system... To stop these decadent urges. This body was reserved for my Love, it was not intended to be seen like this by anyone but him...

Unless he was there so I could make them jealous about who I belonged to. To bring attention to how strong he was, how potent his pollen was... To show off how his virility would give me a son of my own. To remind them of how undeserving they are.

And as these thoughts filled my head, I cackled ferociously. Of course! It was so simple! Unlike these roots, I loved someone!

Their face is what I needed to focus on! Their strength and what they have done to earn my love! I needed to defeat this foul by using it as it was meant to. Our breast honey was made to entice our loves...

To bring them in closer so they could feel more pleasure than they already did. To nurture their hunger as they spent all they could to make you a mother. So I did just that, I thought of Nin. I trembled and shudder at the slightest draft, but my mind focused on one man.

The Champion of the Angaxslo Flower! He who climbed to the top of a wind-mountain while being held back by me... He who survived against a Valkinvar! The man I loved so very much...

And I don't know when I started to. But, I could feel tears freely flow down my face as a triumphant smile also came about. They would not destroy my pride with such vile methods. I wanted them to know that.

So even as my lower body twitched in anticipation, full of energetic lust! My face would only retort with spite. If I could, I would spit back their vile, corrupted honey back at them. And I would stand over them with the pride of an Ivy-Mother in me.

To ruin such a sacred thing as an aelenvari's honey was unforgivable. But I did not need to add reasons to justify my hatred of these humans. They sought to endanger a budding sapling! A son that would save our people!

"Hey... Uh... Should we go call for help?" I hear one of the humans say.

"Call for all the help you can!" I caution them as I struggle to keep myself upright as that root keeps stroking my skin. Even someone as disgusting as her could make me feel good in this state...

"She just let out magic, it's no biggie."

"Do you not hear what you are saying?"

"Just calm down. I mean, look at her. She's about ready to fall over if you so much as jab her tit with a gun barrel."

"Alright then." the other says before he does just that.

"Ah!" I gasp as I suddenly fall to the ground. An explosion of pleasure erupted from around that narrow point where he jabbed. To my shame as well, I could see my own honey go to waste as I shivered on the ground. But I stuck to my understanding.

I replaced the image of that weapon with a finger from my Love. A playful prod is all my mind could think of as I shoved away that root and rose up again. Both this and what was happening was putting my endurance to the limit. My body was so weak and demanded someone strong to hold it...

"But only my Love will ever do that..." I tell all those who could hear me.

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"So, how goes our latest crop?" I asked the boys with a giddy tone as I came downstairs for the first time in a while. I don't know why, but even with my recent frustrations. I really wanted to see that red-haired creature break down in despair. I wanted her to submit.

"All's going well, except for one of them." one of them answers as two others pulled open the curtains. Revealing the grand stage at the centre of my establishment's underbelly.

"W-Why is she just standing there...?" I ask them, stuttering at first. Alongside a clueless expression as this was quite different to what I was used to...

"They're all standing...?" one of the boys says back to me stupidly. So I smack him as I rise to my feet and stomp towards the stage.

"WHY IS SHE STILL STANDING!?" I roar up at the sneering creature as they maintained a posture of confidence. Why was she still standing...? I gave her the drug... And now she was being paraded about like a prized animal!

The others were shy, nervous, squirming and terrified of their situation! So why was the new one just standing there as if nothing was happening? Why was she looking down on me!? I OWNED HER!

Then, she stepped forward with refined hip swings and graceful strides. She perfectly balanced herself on the stage even with her lack of those stupid tubes and she raised a hand. Only to laugh at me before a smug smirk overtook her. And I stared up into those eyes of hers...

"How... DARE YOU! DO YOU NOT KNOW WHERE YOU ARE!?" I roar at her as I scramble up onto the stage with my rod out. The others backed away in fear, but this one held her ground and only laughed more. And to my relief, she continued to hold her ground as I struck her again and again.

"Pathetic, I've met roots with more strength in them." she mockingly tells me as she stops me by grabbing my wrist.

"AH! AHHHHHHH!" I scream as this filthy creature touched me. A terrifying situation that made me drop my rod. Thankfully, one of the boys came to my aid and turned on her collar.

"GRAH!" she started to scream as the captured essence of the Lightning-Mountain surged through her.

"GET THIS THING BACK IN ITS CAGE!" I screamed at the boys as I started to kick its collapsed form. Only stopping as the growing electricity started to lash out at me.

"Madame!?" my Darling called out as he suddenly barged into the room.

"Darling!" I tearfully called out as I got down from the stage before I collapsed into my chair.

"What happened?" I heard him ask one of the boys. Meanwhile, I had to stop the others from lowering the curtains and shooing the other creatures off. It was just that one that was the issue...

But, the boys were taking too long to explain things, "DARLING!"

"Yes, yes, I'm here." he tells me as he comes around to kneel before me.

"Why... Why was that one still strutting her stuff!?" I demanded to know with growing fury.

"Madame, she's only just come in, you can't expect her to just..."

"I gave her my concoction! I threw her down into the cells! Why is she not at least shaken up!? I know full well the boys dress them roughly as it is what I tell them too!"

"Right... I'll have to look into that one. But, I don't think you're going about this right."

"I'm sorry... Who's the expert when it comes to breaking these creatures!?" I snap as I clap for the boys to pull down on the chain in the middle of the stage. And just like that, all these creatures came crashing to the ground with their groans and woes.

"I'm not saying I know better, I'm just reminding you of the fact she came to us dressed like that. She's a petal, Madame."

"Right..." I recall as embarrassment starts to flood my face. I was putting her right in the sort of thing that would make her act like that... Act better than me... I surrounded her with lessers...

"Now, just take a moment to calm down and think this through. You've given plenty of show-and-tells on how to handle the usual lot. Focus on them." Darling tells me before he gets back up to speak to his boys.

"Focus on them..." I repeat to myself nervously as terror filled me at the thought of having to focus on such an ego. I broke these creatures down because they dared to break me down... So I would educate that particular one thoroughly. I was going to snap her clean in two!

The slightest infraction and I shall punish her as if she betrayed the sun! Nay, if she so much as thought about any of it, I would beat, shock, maul and tear her apart! She will forget she ever had confidence, to begin with! But I needed to find out where to start...

A petal was quite different to what I normally dealt with... She naturally dressed like those on stage. Humiliating her like that would not work in the slightest. I needed to rebuild the way I went about this from the ground up...

"Darling!" I then suddenly called out as I rose to my feet. Walking up to him so he knew that he would have to serve me.

"Yes, Madame?"

"I want you to find a flower in a town or heading to one. I want to watch them." I tell him with a distinct shiver of disgust. To be that close to such a large body of untamed creatures terrified me...

"Madame...?" he rightfully questions in confusion.

"Just do it." I tell him as I turn to look at the visage she left on the stage. And I grew angry as that smirk of hers continued to haunt me. How dare she...

How dare that thing do that!

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"For root-like scum, they certainly have some... Potent tools." I comment as I rub my sore, heated neck. However, much to my surprise, I had not woken back up in that cell. They had put me back in the dressing room. They didn't seem to see me as much of a threat either...

And as tempting as it was to prove them wrong, I needed to make them carry on with that mindset. Admittedly right now, however, I wouldn't have to act so much. That power reminded me a little of Einervaene back at Suhurlodst. It was nowhere near as powerful, of course, but it was painful.

Yet, I could not say I regretted receiving this pain. Because to see that woman break down like that just because I was beautiful was something else. The thorns picked up on it early on before I went out there as well. Where they forced clothes onto the others, they were enticed by me as I put on mine.

They even failed to attach me to the chains and when the curtains were pulled. I stepped out from my line of lesser aelenvari and took the spotlight. I let them all know that I was above that trash behind me. Above the pathetic creature that stormed out to meet me.

But to bite back at that woman for what she has done to me did not matter right now. I just needed to find Dandel'lhia and get her out of here. However, to my utter perplexion, she was not among those who were taken out. So now I needed to try and figure it out.

The roots I went out with were all newly captured, a category I, unfortunately, fell under. Yet, some of those had clearly been longer than we had even known of this settled-flower. So where was she? Had they intentionally hidden her?

Or had her scars scared them off the idea of putting her out there?

"Ha." I let out at first before my eyes widened and remorse filled me. I then clutched my hand and looked down in sadness. I needed to let these feelings go... Somehow, I didn't know how.

For the sapling I did this, not for Dandel'lhia, but, when the sapling said those words. Those hurtful, barb-covered words. I seemed to suddenly regret everything I did to her... I don't understand how this worked...

But it made me a little angry... Understanding how trend-following it made me look. I was an ivy-mother! I did not have my mind changed so easily...

But that never answered why a simple, adorable sapling made me feel this way... It never explained how such simple, raw emotions made me regret actions I never cared for before. What I once thought of as justified was now... Vile in my eyes...

Is that how everyone saw me? Like that woman I mocked just now? A hideous creature with not an ounce of redeemable good in her...? No, that couldn't be the case...

My Love worked tirelessly to save my life several times... From the sadroobell, from the rampaging ryphurgoks and high above in the freezing snow-belts! He saved me in each of those circumstances... So there clearly was something in me he liked...

But was that only such a minute part of me?

I guess then, doing this would make it clear, at the very least. That this desirable part of me my Love saw as worth saving is more apparent. Even if he was not here to see it... I could at least hold true to the idea that he trusts me.

He listened to me even after his blood boiled in a fight for my love. He trusted me even if he did not love me like I did him. So I could tell him about this once I returned to him. So I needed to focus on why I was here.

"Maybe I missed her?" I asked myself, my tone full of doubt as this felt like a pathetic attempt by me. I did not see her before so I was not going to see her again! And I was only proven further right as the roots were all dragged back in here. Fear in their eyes as they were harshly pulled back in here.

Dressed as if they were petals but the humiliation they bore proved that it was a lie. However, a few did seem to recognise that I was not a lie. Probably because they actually bothered to look at me. But, this was good regardless.

I had authority over them and they knew it.

"Have you happened to see anyone born under the dandelion?" I ask one of the roots as she glances down at me as she passes by. Stopping her with a quick raise of my point. My own glance made her more nervous than any of the thorns here.

"There's some ove-"

"Not roots." I clarify slowly, much to her shock.

"S-S-Sorry... N-No..." she says as she backs away, nearly falling over in the process.

"No one has seen a battered petal recently?" I asked with my true-voice this time as I could rely on the natural encryption this beauty had. It certainly caught a lot more eyes too, to see my bulbs glow the way they did.

"I!" someone began to say, but their light was weak, "I did see one recently... She shared my cage while I was..."

"Under the influence of that corrupted honey?" I finished for her as I felt the remnants of that stuff in me. It still felt too good to do a lot of things, but it had settled down a lot. Some of those here, however, don't seem to have recovered from their dosages.

So this was just one more benefit for a petal like me, I suppose. They had expectations I could leap over so easily. They would be blindsided by my beauty and grace and they'd be helpless. So I just needed to find the moment to use such advantages.

For now, I just needed to learn what I could from these roots.

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"Madame, I understand it is a bit late now, but are you sure this is wise?" Darling asks me as he uses his fingers to gently open up my litter's window.

"Yes, Darling, it is. I am too accustomed to breaking the runts of that filthy race. I need a better idea as to how their so-called best are like."

"You can learn that back at your establishment."

"That is where you are wrong, Darling. I could never learn if that creature continued to treat me like that. I would be drowning in my anger and I would only hurt my own desires." I explain to him as we start to go up a slope of some kind. It must've been a steep one too, as I quickly slid towards the back of the litter.

"Petals rarely set foot into our towns, you are aware of that, Madame?" he tells me, putting forwards his knowledge of the outdoors for me to consider.

But I thought about such details before, "I had a feeling that might be the case, even their dullest are pretentious creatures."

"And where did those thoughts take you?" he asks with a sigh.

"That I shall watch those afar in the same manner." I tell him as I watch with some amusement as his angle suddenly changed. It was a childish thing, but, it gave life to an otherwise boring transit through this town. And I was quick to exit the litter and make my way out onto the private viewpoint.

It had tools already here for me to use. But where was the fun in that? Instead, I brought out my own pair of custom-made opera glasses and looked down upon them. Once someone brought me out some cushions to sit on, of course. And I would have to make a note of having these things washed.

Public benches were always filthy...

"Now, where are we?" I asked myself as I surveyed the great host that surrounded the open side of the town. This appeared to be quite a common occurrence as well, as it seems the merchants and traders got along quite well. And while it was amusing to look through the creatures gathered outside the town. Pondering how I would break each one, I was just distracting myself from the prize.

But, eventually, I came upon them... The petals of this disgusting, hideous, horrendous flower! And I felt like vomiting upon seeing such arrogant things. They were so insufferably aloft and full of themselves.

Especially this one they gathered around in a strange, vine-decorated dress. Whereas the others were snooty to those around them. This one was above all of them and it made me sick to my stomach... Were it not for the fact the circumstances were different, I'd say this one would remind me too much of her.

"So have you figured anything out about them?" Darling asked me as he lit his pipe. And, while he was doing that, I held out my holder and had him light what was coiled at its end. I didn't smoke as often as he did, I did it for the look more than anything. But I steadily got why he did it, it was just so soothing...

"So far I am just reminded of why I hate them."

"And why do you hate them?"

"Darling," I sigh out, not in the mood for his jokes, "you know why."

"Think about my question again."

"I see, clever. Well, I hate how these hideous creatures think they're so beautiful. I hate how they put on this facade of being the best but have little to show for it. Those thorns as they call it, they're talented fighters! The roots work hard despite it all and the stems fill in for everything else... But the petals... They just look down on you..." I explain, steadily and slowly moving into a growl as I went on with it.

"Interesting to hear you say good things about the other aelenvari."

"Do not twist my words, Darling. I hate them all equally, but petals are a unique frustration."

"Not equal, then."

"What did I say about your jokes?" I ask him with a glare as I put the glasses down and turn towards him.

"Must've lost the warning on the way here." he retorts as he calmly walks to the edge of the platform.

"To get back on track, however... I just hate how their only role is beauty. Or whatever it actually is. They sit around and pretend that they are beautiful... Not just some common street whores acting as if they are queens." I growl.

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"Then maybe that is what you need to do with our new petal?"

"Elaborate for me, Darling."

"Work her to the bone like a root. Make her live with the others outside of just sharing a cage with one. Your new girl would've lived a high life just like that. Doing little, doing nothing."

"So force her to play the part of a root..." I utter with some annoyance as it was such a simple thing. So very alike how I would've treated her anyway but it was very distinct in how it otherwise worked. Of course, I would still do the normal tasks, but, I needed to be more hands-on here. Really enjoy the process of grinding her down into powder...

"Sounds about right, she's already out of her comfort zone. Clearly, she's willing to do some things she wouldn't normally. You just got to apply the pressure." Darling elaborates to me as he turns around. With his elbows and upper back going long and far over the bar as his legs straightened out.

"Oh, Darling, let me give you a thanking kiss just once." I joke to him, knowing how he normally is.

"No thank you, I'm good." he reliably answers, to which I smile. A smile I quickly lose as I go back to watching the petals. A mixture of envy and anger built up inside of me as I remembered certain days of my life.

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"Unhand me!" I told them with an attempt an anger. Yet, having received more of that corrupted honey, my body gave a different kind of answer. It shivered and keeled under their touch. And I swear, if it could, my legs would've snared them against my...

"Learn to walk on your own then, and this applies to all of you!" one of the thorns snap as excited moans filled the air as we were stuffed into a cell.

"Ah..." someone moans out from behind me as I forced against their soft, magic-lacking body. A hideous body which I was forced to press up against one way. Only for another to be pushed at my front.

"Oh... Lower..." I let out by mistake after a pair of tightly packed elbows went straight for my chest. But I was quick to slap them away and to make some room for myself. Claustrophobic as it still was, even with my efforts. And like with the last time this corrupted honey was inside of me, there was a unique kind of exhaustion that came with it.

It always made me want to be dominated as it overtook me on my way to the ground. It being so tightly packed in here, however, forced me to stay upright. Yet even those I was leaning on also just wanted to fall down. For a love they never would have to just take them...

"None of you deserve anything like that anyway!" I huff as I start to force some of them away. And when just enough moved, those behind me started to slip. As did I. To my joy, however, I was on top of a living cushion now.

"Oh, master..." one of the roots cooed as they took advantage of the new space. Yet, with a quick movement of my nearest point, I kept them at bay. Even if it meant having to deal with them licking and cleaning it.

"At least you still..." I start to say before even more started to come around me just to pamper me.

"Master Rose'lhia!" one of them exclaimed as they tried to snuggle up to me.

"Ivy-Mother to you!" I couldn't help but breathe into their red face after bringing them closer.

"Ivy-Mother!?" then started to spread like a fire in a dry forest. A space I once fought for then started to hold itself together naturally. With all those that I could see bowing down to me just for the slightest taste or touch.

But with this honey in my system, I could not muster the will to deny them their inappropriate desires. Gentle strokes from single fingers and greedy grapples started to cover me. And I gently pushed as many away as I could. Yet, I could only do so much amongst this forest of lust-driven roots.

So desperate to get a feel of what a real aelenvari woman is. An unfortunate shame for them because no amount of touching me would make them like me. Being a petal all started at the seed. A failure to grow strong at such a young age did not make petals, it made roots.

"What in Aahtha's name have we got going on here?" one of the thorns comments as he notices the hollow nature of the cramped cell. And when he opened the door and made some room. I made sure to sprawl myself out and show my body off. Gesturing for him to come closer just for me.

Yet, another pulled him out and angrily slammed the cell door shut. A few loud squeals also filled the air as mutterings about 'love bites' suddenly appeared. And that gave me an idea, having heard about how close to the door one could get. So I started to get up.

And I made the gap the thorn made wider before I suddenly collapsed onto those gathering behind me. My seat was remade in an instant and most of the roots were out of my way. Some still got through and teased this corrupted body of mine, however. It was a disgusting pleasure I could not push away right now.

I would look back on this day in disgust, but that day had yet to come. There was a present that gave me wonderful feelings to focus on. Warm breath that tickled the skin and wet tongues that could somehow reach the muscle beneath my skin. The pleasure ran deep within me.

"Do keep watching..." I say to the thorns as I bite my lower lip. Stretching out my body while pushing my chest up as my arms moved toward those behind me. On the other end, my legs made a point of repositioning themselves. All so I could thrust up my trembling crotch for a brief moment.

A giggle then left me, but that was the part of me that was still there doing that. While they might've seen a petal begging for just some affection that satisfied her. I was actually laughing at how they would never get to love me like that. This was a body intended for my Love.

"If you don't like what you see... Why not try sampling it in a different way?" I offered to one of the thorns as a test. Relaxing thanks to the honey as the roots started to clammer away at the chance to strip me even partially. However, this was an act. I needed to see if I could entice them to come in and grant me a chance...

"I thought I said I wanted that petal treated as if she was a runt!?" that hideous woman asked the first thorn she saw angrily.

"We put her in the centre of the cell but she seems to have..."

"Fill their heads with delusions, you might have... But, they can see the truth quite well, can't you?" I start to tell them with a lofty, pleasure-filled voice before I brought a root forward. Her heated, breathless body just itching at the chance to move even closer as our oral scents mixed.

"GGGGGRRRRAAAAAHHHH!" the woman screamed as I smiled at her as that same root was guided down onto my body. Just one of many I could've done it with. But I only needed one to show my dominance.

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"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.

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"Darling, I want you to have a very stern talk with your boys..." I say as my hand trembles in rage. With the glass in my hand became an increasingly dangerous prospect as I glared at him.

"Madame?" he questions, clearly not getting it.

So I rose to my feet and looked out at my establishment, "Your boys... Are doing as she wants... They're messing with my products! MY STUFF! THAT DAMN CREATURE IS TAKING OVER EVERYTHING!"

"About that, boys have been telling me there's a new topic going around the aelenvari."

"Well? What is it!? The only thing they should be speaking about is their desire for sex!" I say to him, tossing my glass away and flinching as it broke on the wall.

"A term keeps coming up, Ivy-Mother." he tells me before he pulls out a brush and broom and gets to work.

"Ivy-Mother...? The aelenvari's head priestess!?"

"If that is what it is, then ya."

"That petal is a..." I think out loud as I turn my gaze towards where it tended to our pregnant products. And that is when it hit me, it made so much sense when one took it all into account. The overbearing magic, the confidence she had... Her ability to control my products with so little effort...

She wasn't just a petal with a full name... She was the petal... The top of the very top... Ivy-Mother!

"Then we change our plans."

"Madame?" Darling questions as he leans on the broom handle.

"I want her working properly this very night! I want her to put on a show and we'll drag her down like that! Her title, we'll make a mockery of it... Her pride will be our amusement!" I bark at him as his brow rises.

"Are you sure? Putting her at the centre of the stage would give her quite a way to-"

"DO NOT QUESTION ME, HRURIM! DO AS I SAY AND GET HER READY!" I scream at him, much to his shock. And while I was not angry at him, I just could not help myself. I would need to apologize to him later, but right now, I just couldn't. That damn creature just took up too much of my mind right now...

My attempts kept failing and she kept on staying the same. I have had her struck, forced into demeaning labour! I have stuffed her with my concoction and have had her enjoy indescribable pleasures! Everything I have done...

It has failed.

"DO YOU ALL HEAR ME!? THE NEXT ONE OF YOU I SEE NOT MAKING HER WISH SHE IS DEAD WILL BE HANGED!" I roar out to everyone in my establishment through the speaker system. Then, I tearfully fell down into my seat and held my face. Thankfully, no one was here to hear me sob pathetically. For some reason, however, I covered my hands when I did it.

Eventually, I brought my face back up. But my mind was infested with issues. All I wanted, was a seed. A simple thing was all I wanted.

I thought maybe this would be a good thing, getting two petals to show off in my establishment. But one is hideously scarred and the other is... And the seed is nowhere to be found. In the hands of those useless soldiers who won't so much as glance at my advertising girls!

It was just upset after upset that kept on coming... Maybe I have just been working too long? Maybe I need a holiday? No, I couldn't do that, not with a seed so close but not in my grasp.

"Take one when I have it!" I then exclaim as I try to find something to be happy about. As I did so, however, something caught my eye. Darling was letting in those hwardgon he hired before. Right in front of me...

The very same I told him not to- Well, I guess I could let it slide. As my silent apology for screaming at him just now. But, now I was curious.

"What is that you are giving them?" I ask out loud to myself. It looked like a piece of paper which was interesting enough. Paper was a luxury item used by only the most ancient of institutions. It must've cost him quite an effort to buy it.

But, his business was his own and I returned to my desk to straighten it out after I messed it up. Then, I stared at my wall of aelenvari artefacts. Ponderously measuring up the details of each one until I arrived at a dress. It wasn't authentic, but it did it well enough for me.

"It's very alike that one I saw when I went..." I started to say as I recalled the snobbiest one from that sightseeing expedition we did not too long ago. That one wore a dress like this. And that was when I remembered what this was a replica of.

An ivy-mother's dress!

"That's it!" I exclaim as I scramble to grab it and hold it before my face. If I wanted to drag this so-called ivy-mother of mine through the dirt. I would make her look the part. Pamper her and then ruin her!

I will tear it all away and let her know that she is no better than all the others! Just another whore for me to make money with and to throw away as I please! She would learn it well, and she will take it all to heart. And when she finally does, I'll let her see my new baby boy!

But she won't care... She'll finally be doing what she was always meant for... Being a useless whore!

"I hope you can understand, Rose'lhia." I say before I start to cackle at the demise of her pride. It was so close that I just couldn't wait any longer.

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"Come on you, up and out!" one of the thorns snapped as they barged into the cell to disturb me again.

"What now?" I asked with what seemed to be lustful eagerness but was in truth annoyance. My mind may have had a purpose and a well-driven spirit guiding it. But it was just too easy to fall into the ease that all this comfort offered. The roots lines up to please me and I wanted to feed on the similarities it had to my memories.

"You're gonna be playing dress up!" one of the others laughed as the cell door violently slammed shut behind me.

"I hope it is something tight... Something binding." I suggestively say as I look down at the cuffs one of them has. Yet, without my magic enhancing my position, nothing came of it. They disappointingly kept their professionalism and dropped me off into a changing room. And promptly left.

I was left furious by this, and I was ashamed to admit it was because of this rejection. My body wanted the flesh of a man to be against it and within it. But none of that even happened. Even if I tried to think of my Love, reality was still reminding me of my satisfactory lack.

"So what is it they wanted, anyway?" I ask myself after I struggled to get back to my points. With a fresh does of this corrupted honey within me. My body and its senses were on fire. Nothing could be done without pleasure filling my body.

It disturbed my breathing and quivered my body. I had to fight myself just to keep my reactions in check. Thankfully, the lack of provocation by the roots was helping me right now. Yet, the moment someone else came in here, this discipline was gone.

So I made the most of it and just got on with whatever task the hideous woman wanted me to do. And, to a mixture of delight and concern, I found a dress. One I could vividly remember growing tearful over a long time ago. Einervaene, Rossie-chira...

She helped me at least get over the emotions back then. But, I just couldn't hold the tears back right now. Even if it wasn't my one, it meant so much to me to see this dress. Its fine silks and precious metals...

And even though I knew it was all fake, that the name-calling was hollow. I felt like, if I put on this dress, I would start to feel like my old self once again. The version of me I thought I would never get to see again. Ivy-Mother Rose'lhia.

So I hasitly put it on with well-pracisted ease even as the metal provoked my body. Despite how teasing the process was to my body, I was soon wearing it. The revealing, sexy attire that detailed what I was simply and in a more educated manner. But it felt off even with all these pleasurable sensastions.

"This is a fake..." I realised as I stared at myself in the mirror. The metal was plain but still polished. But that was just it, it should've been decorated. With natural gemstones of amber and that which my hair matched.

Most importantly as well, it should've honoured Aahtha and Motrtha... My role was to teach and enhance the pleasure of my flower. To care for and nurture those who would go on to invite the First Mother into their lives... But this dress had none of it.

Yet, despite the horrors this discovery revealed, I did not take it off. My desire to just feel like Ivy-Mother Rose'lhia again was too strong. I could not tell if it was the nostalgia or the corrupted honey, however. Was it myself, or evil desires keeping this dress on?

Whatever it might be, I needed to complete it as this was clearly here for a purpose. And, I was right, there was more to it. Similarly soulless tubes had been laid out for me as well as lingerie for my lower half. Yet, no staff was in sight.

I sighed in relief at that, for I could at least rest easy knowing the image was not corrupted. I could still say that I was little more than some whorehouse display. An attraction to empty their personal treasuries and divulge merchants of all they had. They would trade it all just to see me...

And I could admit that even without this honey in me, it still made me excited. To have so many want me and desire me but I got to stand there knowing they could not. But only Nin was here... I don't think I would ever be able to hold myself together.

I would make a child with him right then and there. I would let that crowd know who got to touch me. And he did not have to pay a single coin to do so. His love opened doors their gold never could.

"I suppose that is what they want me to do anyway." I comment once I was done blushing up a storm and squirming. It was clear that this was not done as part of an homage to me. I had been in here before. I knew what this room was here for.

It was to prepare the brokenminded roots for shows that riled up the crowds beyond the stage. At least, those who had not already found a partner to disgrace the world with. That is what they wanted me to do. And they knowingly wanted to do it with me dressed as an Ivy-Mother...

"This won't turn out the way you want it to." I knowingly smirk as I slowly drag my fingers across my slender, worked-up body. Pulling and tugging at the thin strips of fabric and tickling my flesh. My hips buckled and shook and it all heated up. My childmaker roared in demand and my breasts gaped wide.

And I struck my hips out one way while my arms went above me. A sultry, confident giggle then slipped out as my fingers gently pulled at my lips. Then, once I was done calming myself down after working myself up like that. I smirked once again.

"But I'll still make a point of enjoying the show." I say as I move closer to the doors that lead to the stage. This place must've opened up again at this point because I could hear it all. The muffled sounds of disgusting sex and revelry. Sounds that only went on to mix with the carefully chosen music.

Rhythmic tunes that I knew dictated the way people moved. One sudden beat and crotches would move. One screeching sound and chests would bounce. Such a simple way to work people up.

And I had to fit into this music like no other to enhance such behaviour. Though I hated what I was about to do. The corruption within me compelled me to do what I did not want truly. My own idiocy as well made my body shake with anticipation.

Then, the doors opened and the smells and sounds came at me in full force. I was briefly taken aback by it. I even struggled to walk in there, it all being so overpowering on top of my already weakened body. Yet, eventually, my body started to follow the mesmerising music.

My hips naturally swung along with it and my legs strode forward gracefully yet knowingly. My body was blessed by the Goddess of Pleasure to bring it. And it would be my pleasure to watch them. But as my body was working its way into the tune, another sound caught my attention.

"Now we got a very special show for you tonight, gentlemen... For you see, the Madame has picked quite the flower. The Flower of Love. Make sure to give her a lustful welcome, because here is Ivy-Mother Rose'lhia!" a root cheered out before the roar of the crowd bit all the way down to my bones.

The excitement within me just exploded and I immediately got to work showing off my body. At first, I stuck to the centre of the stage. But the scent of booze-laced breath drew me closer to the rapturous crowd. With their mind-poisoning scent mixing with mine as I danced close but too far for them.

On occasion, however, I let them get close. I let them feel my body and utter their vile wishes to my ears. Yet each time, I pulled away, a smirk on my face as a different man filled my mind. A man who was far beyond them in all ways imaginable.

And just to show how little chance they had with me. As I fell to my split-apart knees, with one hand on the pole in the centre and the other on the ground. I let my magic loose, letting it flow freely as if it were spice and I were the bottle. Each thrust of my crotch and jiggle of my breasts just let more of it loose.

The air once dominated by the crowd was now commanded by me. All stopped and looked at my dance and my body. Those engaged in mindless, loveless sex turned to me and lost interest. The thorns who were normally stoic became entranced.

And beyond the doors as well, I could feel more people coming in. My magic was alluring and beautiful and it carried all that was in my mind. It was a song that called them all as if they were trained birds. Soon as well, there were too many in here to come in.

So I put more of my emotions and sensations into my magic as it blew out into the crowded streets of the town. My light was the only one that mattered and it was a beautiful emerald. And then, I stood up once more and carried on dancing until I started to slow down. A thankful smile then appeared on my face as my Love started to leave my mind.

The corrupted honey had been burned out of my system and I was standing above them all. An entranced horde looked upon me and I brought all my power back towards me. The joy and enthrallment they felt was gone in an instant. And they looked clueless.

Until one of them clapped and another whistled. And like what devastated our kind so long ago, the men were overtaken by something. And as it happened, I stood triumphantly at its head. The foul nature of this place had been put down and I stepped forward.

"Thank you, my Love." I uttered quietly before I turned around and gazed up. A smirk on my face once more as that woman turned ferociously livid at what I had just done. What little magic she had flared and it did what something that pathetic could do. Nothing.

"H-Hey... Where you going?" one man asked another before he started to leave.

"I dunno, just, not in the mood anymore." he said as he walked off. And pride filled me more so than when all their eyes were on me. Because by expelling the corruption within myself, I was able to show others there was something purer. Even the roots, so easily enticed by it all.

They were hesitant. To my surprise as well, it actually made me proud of them. Knowing that despite the despair they likely feel knowing they are not allowed to be mothers. For the sake of our people...

They could still resist such dark desires, even if they needed someone like me to do it. More importantly, however, I could feel her. The one I came here for. I could now feel where she was.

Down below it all, even beyond the cells where all the others were...

"PUT HER IN THE CELLS, NOW!" someone suddenly roared before armed thorns suddenly got up on the stage to attack me.

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"DAMMIT! DAMMIT! DAMN IT ALL!" I roar as I tear down all the treasures I had spent my life gathering. I gave her the replica of the ivy-mother's dress... I made sure she had a fresh cup of my concoction... I have been breaking her down...

But that was beyond even what I could've conceived. Not only did she not degrade herself by letting herself be swarmed by my decadent customers. She scared them all off! She brought my business to a complete halt right after seeing it packed beyond what it ever would be again!

That creature... That petal... Rose'lhia... I would make her suffer...

I don't care anymore, I have had it with her. Each time I have tried to make her break. She has only bent back into shape with a confident smile. There's no way she can't know...

She knows how I hate that look, that condescending look by petals. That pretentious outlook on life... I am beautiful... I am, I am!

"DARLING!?" I roar as I slam my door open, "DARLING!?" I repeat.

"Madame!?" he calls back as he finishes rushing up the hallway into my office's lounge.

"Break her your way... Beat her, cut her, bruise her! BREAK HER!" I order him with growing fury before I screamed out what I could. I didn't even want to do it myself, I wanted those stronger than me to do it. I wanted their whips to fray and their sticks to break!

I wanted them to keep on going until she was left bloody with equally red tears! She would not so flippantly mock me again, and I would make sure she knew. If I could not make her mind understand through excessive pleasure. She would fall in line with a far simpler method.

Her pain would be music to my ears and it would be her punishment from now on. She wasn't going to be going about this like a root. She wouldn't drag her own title through the sex, sweat-infested carpet. She would be beaten and scarred just like her compatriot.

If I must break petals like this then so be it, that is how I would do it...

But then, all of sudden, I turned around and went back into my office with a straightened expression. And I went all the way to my chair, which I then sat down in. I turned it around and then looked out at my empty establishment. The girls were all still out there, but they were at a complete loss as to what to do.

The customers had all left and no one was coming back in. The drunkards didn't stumble in nor did the stressful. My business had just been killed for the night just like that. Because that creature's magic did more than I thought it could do...

"Close the front doors." I then say quickly through the speaker system as I regretfully decide to close very early. With such a disastrous moment that just occurred, it was the only thing we could do. This establishment required a mood that was hard to establish again when it was gone. And in an attempt to calm myself, I thought about prior times this had happened.

Back in the very early days of this career stuck out to me the most. When I was just a girl with her first chained-up aelenvari root. Before my concoction was ever devised. Just me and a desire to strike back at the people who dared tear away my confidence...

The root bit the customer and the others just went away like flies. Scared at the idea of their forced upon girl nut submitting. That aelenvari died a long time ago, though. So I could not bring them up here for a little trip down memory lane.

But, I suppose I could look at the blonde petal. Those two were alike in looks. In that, they were both scarred heavily. Though, the one in my memories got her scars from me.

Regardless, I got up and headed down towards the cells. Smiling somewhat at the screams and cries of the red-haired one as I walked by. Although, the disturbance in the rest of my products was concerning. Not once have I ever seen them riled up like this...

For now, however, I wanted to see the other one. So I went deeper into the dungeons until I reached the hidden area. A mostly hidden space now that I was sure the latest batch of selected girls had been broken completely. So all that was left was that one at the far end.

"She knows where I am now..." she ominously comments with a triumphant smile of her own. Unlike the other aelenvari, however, this smile did not enrage me. It did not bother me. It just made me stare quietly back at her.

"She won't come for you, not when I am done with her."

"Do you really think people as weak as you could break the Ivy-Mother?" she asks me as she rises to her little points.

"Patience is a very useful thing..."

"It is, and I have been very patient for my moment to escape this place." she says as she slams her hands against the bars. An action that made them ring from the shaking alone. I even stepped back in terror slightly. The magic in this one was quite overbearing as well.

"Y-You... Aren't going anywhere." I tell her as I move to leave, concerned for my safety in this hidden place.

"I will hold my son again! And you will be dead before I do so for daring to threaten him!" she snaps as the slams the bars again. The sound of breaking stone also filled my ears as I closed the heavy metal door.

"Madame?" one of Darling's boys let out as I hurried out of the dungeons.

"Make sure it is known, I want you all to focus on getting me that child." I tell them before I carried on stomping out of the dungeons.