Twenty Two

Syl'fair was pleased. Things had gone a lot better than she had hoped. When she had first woken up, she had been unsure whether she would even be able to wake her tree-sisters, but what she was discovering was that there was very little competition for magic in this time. There were no other competing sisterhoods to watch out for, no burning torches or sharp pitch-forks. Or not yet anyway. She knew she had to be very careful to keep a low profile, which was why she had worked so hard to influence Roy to choose body types for her and her sisters that wouldn't draw attention to them. She had seen the images in his mind of women with exaggerated breasts and bums, and she knew that would attract the wrong kind of attention.

Syl'fair looked down fondly at the two blond heads resting on her thighs. Her tree-sisters had extracted every last drop of Roy's essence that they could possibly reach to help assuage their hunger, and incidentally also provide her with a dimly remembered pleasure. She loved the silken soft smoothness of her tree-sister's new skin, their pleasantly rounded curves and especially their nimble, knowing, tongues, but even more than this, she loved the feel of their power as both individuals and a sisterhood growing.

"Get up sisters. Time for me to introduce you to the new world that we inhabit," she murmered gently, and watched as the twins rolled over and stretched, then climbed off the bed, almost in mirrors of each other both in looks and movements.

Syl'fair could feel that most of her other sisters had found the evening just as satisfying as she had. Their power was a network of soft glows in her mind with a sharp center where each sister was, with tendrils of faint lines running out to join them all together. This time, Syl'fair was first-sister, leader of the sisterhood, by virtue of the fact that she had woken first and then arranged for the rest to be woken and, more importantly, fed back to health.

She sent a mental message to all her sisters to remind them how important it was to ensure that their mates were happy, so that they could continue to provide sustenance and protection to the sisterhood. There were gentle replies as each sated nymph acknowledged her message. Syl'fair was very glad to notice their were no blights, no tree rot, so she knew none of her sisters had fallen prey to someone who was abusing her; someone who was trying to twist her nature in some unhealthy way. Nymphs were infinitely adaptable, but if not watched over and protected, their abilities could be bent to the use of some beings who preferred the darker path.

At that thought, a fleeting expression of concern crossed Syl'fair's face. The fact that the appearance of the Satyr, Fun'Fair, had followed so fast on the heels of her own awakening, was a slight concern to her. The Tree-Sisters normally lived in happy harmony with the Brothers of the Wood, and in fact, when there weren't humans around they could help to maintain the Sister's vitality for a time. What worried her was that if her awakening had facilitated the awakening of one of the other fey creatures, she worried that some of the less benign creatures could also be called from sleep.

Syl'fair decided that she needed to consolidate her position, and grow her reservoir of power, as quickly as possible. The fact that it would bring her and her Tree-Sisters immense pleasure was just a bonus as far as she was concerned.

Denise was pottering around in the kitchen. She had already had her first mug of coffee, and was well into her second. Her dreams had been full the previous night and ... well ... interesting. She had watched entranced while her daughter was ... ravaged was the only word that came to mind ... by the Satyr and had said and done nothing to interfere. She had, in fact, allowed the Satyr to caress her while she watched and her excitement and arousal had overwhelmed all thought until she had passed out during the largest orgasm that she could remember having in her life.

When she had woken, she was tucked into her bed, still dressed, and the morning light was streaming through the window. She didn't know how she had gotten to bed, but what concerned her now was what her daughter's actions, and her lack of reaction, meant about her fitness to be a parent.

Denise was pulled from her introspection by the sounds of her children on their way to the kitchen. She ran her hand through her hair then did her best to compose her expression to greet them.