ode to summer by averytinylizard
Fanwork Notes
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Summary:
The start of summer is a serious labour, yet Yavanna and her sister take great joy in it.
Major Characters: Vána, Yavanna
Major Relationships: Vána/Yavanna
Challenges:
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Incest, Sexual Content (Graphic)
Chapters: 1 Word Count: 400 Posted on Updated on This fanwork is complete.
ode to summer
Read ode to summer
It was time for summer's start and thus, for Yavanna and Vána's duty. Yavanna took her duty seriously, as was her wont as the queen of the things that grew and walked upon the earth. Vána, as the ever young lady of the flowers and springs and all that was brief, did not. It was ever likely for her to get distracted in the midst of her duties and fly to do anything else. So, soon after arriving into Arda, they devised a method to keep Vána focused on their rites.
Vána kept buckling against her vine-wrought bindings, the fingers still on her thighs tempting her into moving towards them. She wanted, and it was obvious to anyone who saw her. Yavanna moved her fingers up, caressing that softest of skins until reaching that apex and spreading it open.
Her sister was petal-soft here, though warmer. Her colors were ever changing, pink once second, then red, then purple, going through every flower-color. As she pushed a finger in, Yavanna laid herself over her sister, blanketing her slight form with her own heavier body. Vána gasped as the finger breached her, and struggled against her bonds, tried to reach her hands up and hold something. As her gasps turned to frustrated moans. Yavanna saw all the petals around them start to brown and fall.
She moved her thumb to Vána's pearl, lightly circling it, and kissed her throat, whispered praise. She felt Vána's small breasts rising and falling against the top of her chest, and pushed in a second finger, knowing she was close. Fruit grew where flowers once stood, and Yavanna moved her mouth against her sister's. She plundered her mouth, keeping her eyes on the ripening, growing fruit around them.
Over her was a peach tree whose fruit was so large and heavy enough that it made the tree bend over the two of them. Yavanna moved her left hand, tracing the path from her sister's thigh up her stomach to her chest to her arm to her wrist and held her hand as she came. The fruit grew finally ripe enough to almost all from the trees.
Yavanna let the vines fall away and picked out a peach. She bit it, let the sweet juices fall down her chin and offered her sister the fruits of their work.
