"You must have a million questions to ask, my pretty. I know I had much to ask when I was just converted. Why don't you make yourself comfortable and I will tell the story of our kind."
Jim had just one thought of how she could make herself comfortable, she eased herself down Hamadryad's body and buried her face between the other's legs. She was pleasantly surprised to discover that the smell of flowers that came from Hamadryad's pussy was a result of her natural sweet juices, not just a perfume.
"Enjoying yourself down there?" asked Hamadryad. She did not mind sitting on the cold floor if it meant having someone eating her cunt. In answer, Jim's hands slid back up her lover's sides and squeezed her tits lovingly.
"You had better brace yourself youngling, this story has no happy ending. The cloths you are wearing are mine, my own private lingerie, not the stores merchandise. I can only assume that my over eager employee accidentally placed them in the wrong place." Jim knew this was true, the panties she was wearing had the same scent as the juices she was lapping up for Hamadryad.
"A concentrated dose of my love can make anyone sexy, if you were not already converted, my cunt juices would have converted you by now. You however gained a full conversion from only trace amounts. You must have been a very sluty girl with a great potential for sex to be so easily affected." Jim thought about this for a moment and then gave another confirmation squeeze to Hamadryad's D cups. She had always dreamed of fondling such beauties but her girlfriend Sharon was only a C cup at best.
"We convert people to be sexier for our mistress, to make them more appealing and more powerful so they may better serve her desires."
"When will I get to serve Her?" asked Jim impatiently, cutting her licking.
Hamadryad's face darkened. "You met my assistant Raven, she is a silly girl with dreams of becoming a witch. Raven thinks I am be a powerful witch and that if she works hard enough I will show her my secrets. I have grown fond of her so I will not condemn her to our fate."
"What Are You Talking About, WHEN DO I GET TO SERVE HER?" yelled Jim angrily, she was going to be the best slave to her mistress as soon as possible, delays were not on the menu.
"I am sorry sister, we are doomed. The longing we feel for Her will never be filled. The mistress we crave has been dead for thousands of years." Tears welled up in her eyes as she said this and her whole body trembled. For a whole minute Jim sat there in total shock, her body limp and her soul broken. She was so mad with grief that she did not even notice the jiggling in Hamadryads breasts.
"I am so sorry my pretty, you were never meant to be converted," said Hamadryad when she gained a portion of her composure. "I was a servant to the mistress over a thousand of this world's years, I served as her flower girl and tender of her gardens. We were happy then, the servants of the mistress, thousands of us, serving her pleasures. But our mistress of sex was not the strongest user of magic in creation. She was betrayed by an ally, assassinated in the prime of her power. My sisters and I, Her servants tried to bring her back, but it could not be done, Her essence was beyond our reach. We tried to make ourselves a new mistress to serve but that attempt also failed, none could replace Her." Again she broke into an uncontrollable torrent of tears.
Jim tried her best to comfort Hamadryad by squeezing her breasts and kissing her cunt as she knew her new sister enjoyed these but it still took many moments to calm the poor woman. "Eventually we could not bare the sight of each other," continued Hamadryad. She felt it was proper that her new sister know the truth. "It was too painful for us to be next to each other, the memories of old times in Her service would not relent. We scattered across many worlds and many dimensions, I came here and here I wait until a mistress will claim me. Until one is found, I will not force another to feel the sorrow I suffer."
A long moment of quiet contemplation fell on the two slave sisters as they silently thought of what had been said and absentmindedly played with each other's intimate parts. Eventually Hamadryad asked: "So what will we do with you now?"
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