Story by Custos
(Original posting 18 June 2021 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)

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This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor.
The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only.
The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life.

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D&D Sessions Journal - In Nox Eternum: Entry 1

The story starts off as the group is riding in the wagon of Professor Oakley Hunt, an elderly dwarf professor whom does not pay much mind to his guests and prefers them to keep quiet as he reads his book. Driving the carriage is his apprentice, Scribe Kaleb Cox, a young adult half-elf whom is studying at the academy of Bouseau under Professor Hunt. The heat is sweltering and dry as the vehicle makes its way through the plains of the savannah-like surroundings, with the occasional cluster of trees underneath a giant ancient baobab tree decorating the landscape.

Four people have entered a contract with the old man to escort him to an archeological site relevant to his research, a long-abandoned temple. The professor wouldn't give them more details than that. Sitting inside the carriage are an eight-summers-old floof shark boy named Choko along with his cute male shark puppy familiar named Tup Tup, a seventeen-year-old teenage dhampir boy named Gilgamesh with his female nightmare hound pet named Ma'Rhea, and an eight-summers-old aarakocra boy named Makkora. Outside of the wagon, a fifteen-year-old teenage gold dragonborn boy named Ignis is riding his recently-purchased steed; a male dire wolf he named Fenris.

Choko had a predominantly brown fur coat with a white tummy and wore not a stitch of clothing on his body aside from a simple knapsack. His plump uncut humanoid shaft and balls are large for a cub his age and bounce gently with the rocking of the wagon. He was busy toying with a wand between his fingers as he was clearly bored of the days-long ride, occasionally absentmindedly stroking his shark puppy.

Gilgamesh was much taller than the other youngsters and looked sunken in thought. His skin was a beautiful bronze all over, except for his forearms and hands which graduated to a charcoal black as slightly luminescent golden cracks ran all over the charred surfaces. His hair consisted of golden curls and he had several intricate golden tattoos on his body as well as some jewellery, his body wrapped in simple yet elegant clothes in the shape that resembles a toga. His nightmare hound was curled up and sleeping next to him in the cramped space.

Makkora had feathers all over his body of a rich palette of browns, whites, and beiges. His clawed feet cut off the plumage just below his knees, and the only item of clothing he wore was a loincloth decorated with feathers of many different colours and shapes. It did little to hide the child's small soft uncut humanoid penis as it too bounced gently with the movements of the vehicle, the tiny shaft nearly hiding the equally tiny sac of which the testicles had yet to fully descend. A knapsack laid at his side and a large metal sword rested against the bench he sat on, ready to be wielded if the situation called for it.

Ignis had a dignified posture as he rode his dire wolf mount, a choice not common for his people as they usually preferred traditional horses and other large mammals or reptiles. However, as soon as he arrived at the continent of Ikoria and the country of Swaribi, he'd lost his heart to the big animal between his legs. The dragonborn teenager's scales were light with a faintly golden sheen to them, and his armour complimented this by have blue accents. His family crest was proudly displayed on his shield and he had his sword sheathed at his hip, a long blue expensive cape flowing behind him. Speaking of sheaths, the armour he wore was different from that of the other civilised countries in the realm, namely that there was no cod piece and his well-sized scaly balls and sheath were proudly displayed at all times, and if he so chose he could simply lift up his tail and present his tail hole to anyone watching. Furthermore, his chest and tummy were largely unobstructed by the chest plate he wore, offering people an unhindered view of his upper body. Furthermore, the boy had exceptionally large frills at the sides of his head, an influence from his mother whom was a naga rather than a dragonborn.

Each had their own personal reasons to have ended up in the small city of Hukurone, one of the few bastions of 'true' civilisation in these primitive lands, but all needed coin to further their goals and thus were directed to the professor who was looking for guards to protect him on his mission.

Eventually the party reached a more jungle-like cluster of foliage and they revelled in the shade that it offered, the professor warning them that they were very close to reaching their destination. A camp was set up and each of the boys had their individual tasks, although some were better at theirs than others. No game was caught but berries were found, and a stream nearby offered them a chance to refresh themselves as they build a campfire. The professor was not one for chitchat and retired to his bed in the wagon, whilst the boys were given two one-person tents to set up for themselves. It would be tight, but since two of the four children were so young, they could squeeze two inside of one tent each.

Kaleb took out his notes and grasped the opportunity for conversation to ask Choko and Makkora about their tribes and their daily lives, upon which a rather tense discussion evolved since the floof shark's tribe preferred to dominate nature and force its magic to comply whilst the aarakocra's tribe lived in harmony with it and always asked permission and was granted gifts from the spirits. Eventually things cooled down again and the scribe unfurled his bedroll to sleep underneath the wagon whilst the Ignis retired into a tent with Makkora, and Gilgamesh retired into one with Choko. Space was cramped but they made it work, and soon sounds of lust could be heard coming from the first tent.

In the morning, the professor briefed the boys and his scribe on the plan and he decided that he would stay behind with the carriage since he might be too frail to enter the temple when enemies could be present. Ignis' dire wolf mount would stay behind to help guard him. Scribe Kaleb Cox then gave Ignis a Potion of Healing and instructed him to use it on the first person that should need it the most.

The group worked their way through the dense foliage and reached the gates of an overgrown temple with draconic decorations. As they entered, they noticed that channels carrying water came from the temple and ran into the jungle, the waterways being very well kept whilst the stonework was left to overgrow. They tried to determine whether magic was in play, but all Ignis could sense was a source of warm radiance somewhere underground beneath them. Gilgamesh then noticed several small frog-like tribal warriors perched on the steps of the pyramid-like temple, alongside the staircase as it went up. They were naked save for some decorative straps and beads, each holding a blowpipe and a crude dagger. He informed the group and didn't take chances as he initiated the fight, blasting one with radiant energy.

The fight was short and sweet, and the party learned that hitting one of the grung in close proximity would subject them to their poisonous skin and blood, and that if one died they would bloat and pop with the resulting explosion of innards achieving the same goal. Ignis got hit by such an explosion and felt his body react to the poisonous properties, the world swirling around him as if he got intoxicated by hallucinogenic drugs. His sheath quickly opened as his pinkish-red draconic cock would slide out into a full-blown erection, unable to calm his lust for as long as the potent poison coursed through his veins. Gilgamesh found this interesting and tried to harvest some of the grungs' poison after the battle was over, Choko even offering to take care of Ignis' erection but the dragonborn politely declined. Makkora had been enlarged by Choko's magic and had raged through the battle as he too had been splattered copiously with poisonous fluids, although his body seemed to have resisted its properties successfully.

Ignis and Makkora cleaned themselves up the best they could and after an embarrassing fall and a few rope burns, the group descended from the top of the pyramid down into its belly.

They had to combine their strength to separate a nearly closed stone door and found a large room with a peculiar floor. Water was streaming down from the stairs in a channel, and they had to rearrange the circular floor tiles so that the stream would hit one of the three closed stone doors. They managed to open one and out came a somewhat larger grung temple guardian, in leather-and-bone armour pieces strapped to his lithe body and a reptilian animal skull worn as a helmet. On top of that, from his loins pointed an impressive erection into their direction, precum leaking as the frog-person chittered in a language they couldn't understand. The grung attacked and hopped all over the battlefield as the group retaliated. Ignis, Choko, and Tup Tup succumbed to a strange chirring sound that made them seize up and fall to the floor, foaming from the mouth and squirm their bodies in such a way that they offered the grung their backsides to take.

Makkora made quick work of the grung as it had jumped again and sliced into its belly, the frog-person suddenly throwing away his weapons as he slunk into a corner and seemed to surrender. The aarakocra boy had removed his own loincloth in defiance of the grung's large erection, his stiffy a great bit smaller but yet proud, and he accepted the creature's surrender as he tied his loincloth back in place. Choko wanted to claim his spoils of war and removed the skull helmet from the grung, accidentally touching his skin and becoming poisoned. The child's large penis grew to its fully firm size and rather than wait for the erection to subside on its own, the floof shark grabbed his shark puppy and forced his stiff dick down its throat. Choko effectively used Tup Tup as a living fleshlight, very much to Gilgamesh' intrigue and to Scribe Kaleb's discomfort. After Choko erupted inside the cute defenceless creature's mouth, and Gilgamesh' had replenished his own health by draining the hesitantly-willing Kaleb of his by means of a bite, the party ventured on.

The group crossed a long corridor that was clearly set up with traps, but age and lack of maintenance had rendered nearly all of them ineffective. Ignis and Makkora had the shock of their lives as the ground gave way underneath their feet, and whilst the aarakocra was able to fly up and avoid falling, the gold dragonborn fell a short ways down. He found himself laying on top of a long cilinder with thick nubs along its length, next to another identical cilinder, and it was clear that they should have turned inwards and crushed Ignis to smithereens. However, nothing moved and the group was able to cross. Choko used some of his water-manipulating magic creatively to shield himself from being burned by a dragon statue, and he repeated the same trick for each person passing through. Ignis couldn't help but notice the eastern features of the dragon, similar to the god he worships.

Down another staircase, the group came upon light in the darkness and the rhythmic sound of chirring and wet slapping. Makkora quickly dashed in and out of view to see what was going on, and in the flash of an eye he beheld a truly hedonistic scene. A long pathway through a shallow pool lead up to the grand statue of an eastern dragon, whilst many grung cannibals were fiercely masturbating in the waters as their gazes were focused on their leader. The leader was in front of the statue and was actually smaller than all the others, but richly decorated with leather straps, beads, and feathers, and was powerfully fucking one of the grung cannibals underneath him. It seemed to be a ritualistic orgy of sorts as all the grung cannibals were croaking in rhythm of their leader's thrusts, and matching the movements of their masturbating hands to them too.

Makkora briefly explained what was going on and Ignis couldn't help but peek around to see the statue for himself too, nearly getting discovered as he duck back to the group and came to the conclusion that the god worshipped in the temple was none other than Vrishnadas al-Dhahb, the golden serpent. The very same god he worshipped. As the group was deciding on a plan, Ignis offered and was allowed to try and mimic the voice of a dragon and shout to the grung that their god was displeased with their attacking of Vrishnadas' chosen. Ignis did so, trying to lower the bass in his voice but not doing a very good job as he shouted to the grung how displeased their god was with their actions.