I had been putting this decision off for the entire winter. I had even been given some extra time by the weather as the winter kept going and going and going. Lasting well into April and then suddenly the temperature around the pub started to rise dramatically and that created a problem. The snow was now almost gone and Naphtha was definitely restless in her sleep and about to wake up from her long slumber in the oak tree in the center of the courtyard. The real problem was the fact that she was going to be as randy as a goat when she woke up and would need a volunteer for copulation or her magic would essentially destroy everything including herself. Nothing even she could do anything about as it simply was what it meant to be a dryad. I imagine this was always an interesting time for her. The downside for the male volunteer was she could literally be like a female spider and consume his spiritual energy to the point of death. Naphtha was looking like she was about to wake up for the last two days, she had even had her eye’s flutter open twice in the last couple hours. But like someone who hits the snooze button she had rolled over and went back to bed.
To make matters worse was the ever-present threat of the Seven Deadly Sins. Gluttony, Sloth and Wrath had already made their play on the pub and that left Avarice, Envy, Vanity and Lust. My money was on Lust making a play right now. I mean every male in the pub and male guest was around the tree. I had built a barrier fence because I had indeed caught a few ‘gentlemen’ giving a closer inspection of Naphtha’s sleeping form. Not so bad when they were just looking. To stop men from looking at women would probably take removing all their eyes. The real problem was some of them were not afraid to touch and I wasn’t sure how much Naphtha could feel while asleep. I mean how would any woman feel about a man groping her while she is asleep and can’t wake up? I had also set up a tent to the side. I mean if Naphtha had to copulate with a male, I would prefer it was not observed by others.
Not that I think that Naphtha really understands things like the game between men and women. I mean the woman is naked twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week. I am fairly sure she doesn’t even understand the concept of clothes because I once tried to explain it to her and he seemed more puzzled by the concepts of modestly, societal pressure and taboo. She simply does not operate in that world. Her’s is a world of absolute magic and rules of magic and so she does not get all the petty social battles that use culture to define who is good and bad in a society. Most of these rules are after all made by people dominated by the Seven Deadly Sins so she ignores them. No ignore is not the right word. For her they simply do not exist in her mind.
Right now, the men of the pub were gathered around the oak tree like moths to a flame because like it or not from the human perspective, Naphtha was the perfect female in form and face. Her long dark brown hair was literally alive and she exuded, without even intending to, a sensuality that could not be denied. She was just one of those females that her form and the way she walked speaks SEX. She was completely oblivious but the men of this world could not ignore it. It simply was. Everyone of them around the tree was losing the battle with Lust in their own hearts. The thoughts of thinking about dead puppies or something similar had faded away form their minds long ago and it was probably a good thing they were all facing the tree so the symbol of their arousal was not visible to others. If this was like some of nudist resorts, some of the nudist men would have been strongly reprimanded. Thankfully I am more realistic about these things in the pub.
The women of the pub were off to the side in a group discussing the situation to themselves. I could see that many of them were highly agitated to put it mildly and I could tell this was going to be an event that affected the pub for a while longer than Naphtha just waking up. I was now officially on the spot and trying to figure out a solution to this and I was definitely running out of time. I also was limited in the fact that I could not ‘sacrifice myself’ on this one as I had promised Tequila I would not do so. The devil of it was that this was a perfect time for Lust to kick open the door and Vanity and Envy to follow after in quick succession. Damn.
Then it happened. Naphtha woke up. Her eye fluttered open, she stretched and then she ‘popped’ out of the tree. Her skin had transformed from the smooth bark she had possessed since going asleep back to the smooth olive-brown she normally had when not sleeping. She stood on the ground with her legs slightly spread and stretched her hands to the sky while arching her back. She could not have struck a more artistic stretching nude pose and if Mr. Champagne had been in more in his right mind at the moment he would have realized it would have made a great painting. Then she lowered her hands and looked around.
I was immediately struck by the fact that she had none of the signs of a woman ‘looking for action’ so to speak. I mean when a woman is looking for sex, you can tell in the way she looks, caries herself and walks. Her demeanor gives her away. I was expecting this in some form in Naphtha but she looked like she always had. Don’t get me wrong, she was still sensuality female, but there were none of the signs of a woman given in to her own sensual passions.
“Barkeep, come here.”
I hesitated, looked over to Tequila who oddly nodded her approval to me. I dipped my head under the barrier and approached Naphtha. When I got a few feet away she spoke again.
“This is very odd barkeep. I do not have ‘the hunger’ this time. But I sense the presence of an old enemy. Yes, there.”
I had never seen Naphtha take a violent action before. I can only say that she reached out violently into thin air with her right arm. When I looked to the end of it her hand was grasped around a woman’s throat and holding her off the ground. The woman in her hand was Lust.
I know Lust well. She and I had been lovers so many times I had lost count. Unfortunately for her I figured her out for the most part and threw her out a long time ago. There she was in a passionate pink dress. Low cut of course as she always liked to use her sexuality to inflame the passion of others. For all the talk by some women about not looking at female breasts as sensual objects, they might want to speak with their fellow women from time to time because some of them certainly use them for that purpose. Lust was the absolute queen of using her body in such a way and dressing in certain ways o inflame passion. She had a large pink flower in her hair. Lust always tries to present itself as love or more importantly romantic love. Real love makes her vomit. Her issue is raw sensual release but she disguises herself as pleasing romantic notions and ideas.
“Lust, a wayward sister. I see you have been busy. No I will not let you talk my dear. You have obviously been talking too much already.”
Good for you Naphtha. The biggest weapon Lust has is her honeyed words. If you don’t let her talk in the first place, it is far easier to deal with her. Naphtha spoke again.
“Well, what to do with you?”
The answer came quickly as suddenly Lust started writhing like a fish out of water. Naphtha increased the pressure of her hand around her throat and then suddenly Lust collapsed into a lifeless rag with a snap and then flashed like a pink firework. For a brief second there was the form of a pink skull of death presented in the fireworks display and then it vanished. Lust was gone. I reminded myself not to be Naphtha’s enemy.
If you have ever seen any movie where people are mind-controlled in mass and then the source of the mind control gets shut off, then you will understand the scene that followed with the men. It was like their brains all turned back on and they wondered where they had been for the last few hours. Damn. It hadn’t been Naphtha at all that was attracting but Lust’s temptations. The men milled around for minute, some seemed embarrassed. The they all headed for the bar inside. Strange ending to that situation but as a male I understood.
“Barkeep, I think I know why ‘the hunger’ was not present.”
“Because like Sherry I too am pregnant.”
“Yes, I have been selected this year to bring life. It is my turn this year. Let it begin.”
Suddenly around Naphtha’s feet the grass became green. It spread like a an ever-growing circle of green and suddenly flowers over he courtyard. Then I saw that it really was more of a sphere as it also hit the trees and bushes they budded out into leaves.
“Yes. live my friends. Spring is here.”
I was glad that things ended so well and literally in seconds the courtyard was green and with flowers everywhere. Hilda was jumping up and down because now she could get out of the greenhouse. The place became a paradise of green in seconds. The I looked over my shoulder at the rest of the women. All of them still did not look happy.
“Barkeep, beware. Vanity and Envy follow in Lust’s wake.”
“Trust me Naphtha, I know. I know that all too well. By the way, you look great.”
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