2 comments/ 47291 views/ 55 favorites Evergreen Forest Ch. 01 By: GigglingGoblin There was no water. Close to the heart of the Evergreen Forest, Snatch narrowed his eyes. The forest was picturesque. The trees (deciduous, despite the forest's name) were thick enough to keep the ground below in a perpetual twilight, the grass was tall and green, and there were flowers everywhere. The place was obviously well-nourished. So where was the water? Snatch was not one for the outdoors, of course, but he'd worked with a druidess once. In his experience, it was very hard to spend a month fighting alongside a nature-lover and not learn a few things about ecosystems. Forests needed water. And flowers needed sunlight. Oh, and leaves needed to fall. So why did the grass cover everything but the road? He supposed he was lucky. At least the path was clear. He'd heard nasty things from those who were fool enough to stray in the Evergreen—or, more accurately, he'd heard absolute silence. The path was his only chance at survival. He heard a crunch from behind him. Hissing, he spun, reaching back for his scythe. Was it one of the Gray Wraiths? Had the guards caught up to him? Was it— The rabbit looked up at him with wide eyes, then turned and hopped away, vanishing into the forest gloom. He rubbed the back of his neck, sighing. I hate this place. Still, it beat the noose. And after what he'd tried to pull off back in the barony, the noose and the forests were going to be his only options for a while. Once he was on the other side he'd be in Duke Horacio's territory. Horacio was an old friend. The Baron wouldn't be able to touch Snatch once he cleared the forest. Snatch reached into his satchel. The little bag was packed full of various devices mundane and extraordinary, and it took him a minute to find what he sought. He pulled out his waterskin and shook it. Empty, as he'd expected. He reached back in and pulled out his water purifier: a 'gift' from a water nymph. More accurately, a gift given to his druidess friend, but she wasn't exactly in a position to miss it now. He gave a grim chuckle as he looked at the glowing blue stone. The purifier wouldn't be of much use if he couldn't find a water source to put it in. There were plenty of plants, but nothing he could drink. Not even fruit trees, which had been the one thing he'd been sure would be in the Evergreen. He put the waterskin and purifier back with a sigh. The forest was not his home. The city was. Failing that, the ancient world of abandoned (or not-so-abandoned) underground passageways would do. As long as there was stone. He knew stone. His druidess friend had sworn he was part dwarf (though mostly to annoy him, since she'd known Snatch couldn't stand folklore). Still, he was pretty sure he was approaching the center. The forest was supposed to take five days to pass through on foot, and he'd been traveling three days (Snatch didn't walk very fast, so that got him about halfway). At the center, according to a certain demolitions expert Snatch knew, was a cabin maintained by an old ranger. He'd be able to resupply there, though it would probably be expensive. Ranger rates were exorbitant. Snatch decided to stop and rest. He was approaching the end of the third day, if the darkening forest was anything to go by, and it was time to make camp. He reached behind and took off his backpack, setting it on the ground. More accurately, dropping it. His arms were not especially strong. Making camp was the one outdoorsy thing Snatch was good at, fortunately, and he was soon seated on his open bedroll trying to get a fire started. "Ahem." Giving a jolt, Snatch turned. There was no one to be seen. "Who's there?" he called, frowning, as he turned back and—"Oh, hm. Good day." Standing right off the path was a beautiful young woman. She was dressed in loose-fitting green robes, and Snatch could tell just by looking at her that the robes were all she was dressed in. She had long, green hair and oddly bright green eyes. She gave a charming smile, raising an eyebrow. "Hi! Are you passing through this forest?" Snatch stared at her. Something about her unnerved him, and he was one to trust his instincts. Still, no sense in making enemies. Besides, she obviously wasn't a Gray Wraith—her hair was the wrong color. "That's right." He went back to his increasingly frustrating quest for fire. After a moment, he sensed a presence looming over him. He looked up and let out a yelp. The woman was right in front of him now. She grinned, pointing at the two sticks he was rubbing together. "They're too green." "Hm. No shit." Snatch glared at the sticks, then at her. Except she'd moved now—she was digging through his backpack. His eyes widened—she hadn't made a sound. "Hey! Get out of there!" She looked up and giggled. "Oh, sorry." She reached over, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'm just really curious. You're out of water, by the way." Snatch's eyes narrowed. Great. Another freak. Well, this one can fend for herself. I've got my neck on the line this time. "Yes, I know." He brushed her hand off. "I'm going to restock at the ranger's cabin." "Oh." She looked a little confused. She glanced between him and the pack, a little smile forming. Snatch rolled his eyes. "And what's so funny?" She shrugged, clearly trying to contain a giggle. "Oh, nothing." "It's something." Snatch's eyes widened. "Did you put something in my bag?" His hands flew to his scythe. "Oh, no..." She put her hands behind her back, still giggling. "It's nothing like that!" Snatch stared, mind racing. "...did you take something out of the bag?" "Nope!" She winked. "It's nothing to do with the bag." "Hm." Snatch crossed his arms. "Then what is it?" "Well..." She sat down cross-legged, giving him a clear view to see that she was definitely not wearing anything under the robes. She leaned over, giggling louder. "The ranger's cabin is in the middle of the forest, silly boy!" He blinked. "No dragonshit. I'm headed for the middle, you lunatic!" "Nope!" She brushed her hair out of her eyes. "The road goes right past the middle! The ranger's cabin is off the path." "What? That's ludicrous. My friend—" "Was wrong." She leaned closer. Uncomfortably close, in fact. Snatch leaned away. "Or you misunderstood." "Aw, you're crazy." Snatch waved a hand. "I can't go off the path for my water." "Why not?" She leaned closer. "I can lead you there." Doesn't she understand the idea of personal space? Snatch thought, leaning even further back. He was starting to lose his balance. And something about the woman...smelled wrong. "The...the Gray Wraiths..." "Oh, they don't come around here." The woman's eyes seemed abnormally green, now that Snatch had such a good view of them. "This part of the forest is..." She took a deep breath. "...completely. Safe." She enunciated the last two words very...slowly...and...convincingly. Snatch caught himself about to repeat them back to her. She leaned closer. Snatch leaned back and fell over onto the dusty road. Immediately, she was sitting beside him and leaning over again. This time he couldn't lean away, and she smiled down at him. "Careful." Snatch shook. She was far too close. Snatch did not like people being so close to him. "You...swear by the Reality that there'll be no danger." She blinked down at him, her green eyes and innocent. At first, it didn't seem like she was doing anything. She just stared at him, through half-lidded eyes, giving him a chance to breathe in what smelled like some exotic perfume. Snatch realized she was putting her hand over her chest, as was customary for the pledge. The weird bit? She was doing it under her robe. On her most definitely naked breast. Her eyes half-closed, and he could tell the hand was not just lying still under there as she spoke. "May the...mm..." With that contented moan, it was plain her other hand wasn't lying still, either. Snatch noticed movement further down, between her legs. ...the Reality come bef—ooh—" She paused, losing focus as her fervent masturbation became faster. "Before me and show me...me-e-e..." She took a deep, shuddering breath."...where our gods have gone, should I lead you-u-u-u...ohhh...oooh!." "Stop that!" She ignored him. "...into! Oh! Into...into da-a-a-anger. Oooh..." After a long moment, her arms slipped back into the robe's sleeves. She gave him a weak smile. "Mmm...satisfied?" He didn't like the way she said that word. "Fine," he muttered, getting to his feet. His every bone told him this was a bad idea, but nobody swore by the Reality unless they meant it. Even demons had gods they'd held dear, and to learn what had befallen them was regarded as the worst way to die. "Yay!" she whispered, getting to her feet. He gave her a long look, already regretting his choice. But she didn't appear to possess any sort of deceptive instinct, and...well, something about her felt trustworthy. And she had sworn. "Well, fine." He offered a hand. "But I'll need a name. I don't travel with anybody unless I have their real name." She shook his hand eagerly, and he regretted giving it. Her fingers were still slick from her little blissful vow. "Esca," she said, beaming. "And you are?" Snatch caught himself raising his hand to his mouth and quickly lowered it. He instead wiped it on the right leg of his gray trousers, grumbling. What in Prophecy's gotten into me? Some part of him—the part still in control—suspected that the strange smell he detected had something to do with it. But Esca wasn't a Gray Wraith, and she didn't plan on letting him come to harm. Why worry? "Snatch," he said. "It's not my real name, but it's not my job to be trusted. If you want to travel with a scythe-swinging lunatic, that's your choice." Again, he felt a bit of disquiet. What young girl obviously barely past twenty would travel with someone like him? Snatch wore patchy leather armor, had a notched scythe strapped to his back, and had—among other little goodies—a deactivated Ring of Tears in his backpack which would be easily recognizable to anybody who hadn't spent their entire life in darkness. Snatch was not a very trustworthy-looking man. But the green-haired girl clearly wasn't all there. There was no sense in analyzing her reasoning. Snatch got up, grabbed his backpack and satchel, slung them over his shoulders and waved an arm. "Lead the way, Esca." She grinned. "Okay, Snatch!" She took him by the hand—to his dismay—and ran right off the path. He struggled to keep up—she was very quick in that robe of hers, and it was hard to avoid tripping over tree roots and brier patches. As they ran, Snatch began to feel a strange tingling in the hand Esca was holding. At first, he shrugged it off as her just holding him too tight. She did seem to have an oddly firm grip. Then, when the tingling started to spread to his wrist, he tried to pass it off as nerves. Then he realized he was rationalizing it. Why? he wondered. Snatch had never been especially quick—though definitely not dim, either—but he prided himself on being able to resist most compulsions. He remembered a particular time when his druidess friend had gotten in a 'fight' with an insane succubus... He blinked. He'd gotten distracted reminiscing, and now it was too late. Esca had stopped. The forest was dark—or maybe it was nighttime, Snatch wasn't sure. They'd been running for about ten minutes, and he was exhausted. He looked around, frowning. "Where's the cabin?" They'd come to a dark meadow. The only light came from a sparkling pool at the center, and that only really gave enough light to see some silhouettes. There were three, to be precise. Two nubile female forms were between them and the pool, lying over a third. Esca let out a laugh. The laugh sounded more worldly than her ordinary giggle. No, not just worldly. Cruel. She turned to him, her wide, innocent grin now tinged with just a hint of malice. Oh, there was another light source now. Esca's eyes had begun to glow. She looked at him with shining green orbs. The whites and pupils were gone. Twin lakes of green fire burned into him as her grin widened to positively ecstatic proportions. "Oh, the cabin? I lied about that." He stared at her. The eyes caught his gaze and made him look right at them. Something about them was...drew the... ...attention. He blinked. How long had he been staring? Definitely too long, because she was definitely too close. Her lips were almost touching his. He leaped back with an incomprehensible shout, drawing his scythe. "Stay back, Wraith!" he snarled. "That is what you are, yeah?" "Oh, no." Esca giggled. Snatch heard two identical giggles from the pond, but didn't look away from Esca's hands. He couldn't look at her face, after all. "No, I promised no harm would come to you!" She reached forward. "Even we Evergreen nymphs have to respect the Reality." Snatch flinched away, swinging his scythe. She flinched back as well, letting out a hiss. "Nymph, eh?" His eyes narrowed. "I guess I forgot to mention this is a blessed blade, then." "Hmph." She pouted. "We're Evergreen nymphs. Maybe that doesn't work on us." "Maybe not." Snatch jabbed the scythe forward, and Esca leaped back. "But I'm thinking you touch this and you aren't moving for a long time." Snatch was bluffing. He was pretty good at that. Blessed weapons were extraordinarily rare, given the current lack of gods to bless them, and they were well outside his ordinary price range. The scythe was silver, though, and fey had trouble telling the two apart. Esca took another step back. Snatch took a step to the side, slowly circling so that she was between him and the dark meadow. He didn't want the other nymphs getting the jump on him. To his surprise, though, the others were still by the pond. Indeed, they hadn't even moved. One was still lying in the tall grass; the other two were still lying over her. Except now the two on top were looking up at Snatch. All he could make out were their gleaming green eyes, which he tried not to look at too long. They had a predatory look. He took a deep breath. He was fine. They couldn't get him. He could relax. He lowered the scythe, though only a little. "What of that oath?" he snapped. Esca grinned. "I meant it. We would never harm you." She spread her arms. "This is a place of sanctuary." "Is that right?" "Oh, yes." She gestured behind her. "She can tell you as much." He looked past Esca, confused. She appeared to be indicating the third nymph. At that moment, the 'nymph' let out a loud, torturous moan. Snatch realized she was not a nymph, but a young human woman. The two nymphs above her appeared to be toying with her with their fingers. From the sounds of the woman's moans (which were becoming more and more frequent), she was being teased. And had been teased for a very long time. He looked back at Esca, who gave him a disarming smile. "She's where she always wanted to be, deep down. You should join her. We...love...new arrivals." Her arms slipped out of her sleeves once again. Her eyes half-closed. Snatch was both horrified and—little as he liked it—incredibly aroused by the realization that she was masturbating. Again. "You can...mm...just lie under us...ooh...and...scream for us...and...ooh...oh...oh... She let out a whimper. Her eyes became even brighter, and then they closed completely. Snatch could tell that, beneath her robes, Esca's fingers were driving furiously towards climax. In and out. In and out. In and... "...an'...an' you'll be so so happy...ooh...eeee...'cause everyone's ha...ha...ha-a-a-ah...happy...'cause we'll jus' hold you an...oooooh...make you scream. again an again just never..." She whimpered again, her speech becoming more and more slurred. And then her robe was gone, and he could see her fingers driving desperately into her cunt. Snatch could only watch, mesmerized. Some part of him realized he needed to stop looking, to get away, but...it just didn't seem...just never ending, and he would...he would beg... "youll just beg for us touchin you," she whispered, voice barely a hiss, "an ill be yours cause you...oooh you cant...youll be OURS!" She let out a squeal of ecstasy, her eyes still tightly shut. She shook, nearly falling, letting out a loud moan as the orgasm overtook her. He dropped the scythe. Esca's eyes opened wide. Evergreen Forest Ch. 02 Snatch stared at his hand. He hadn't meant to do that. He hadn't meant to drop the scythe. He hadn't meant to get so diverted. He hadn't even meant to watch the mad, deranged, glorious, delectable nymph's pleasuring. But her moans of lust had hypnotized him, just like her eyes had done. The eyes that were now staring right into his own. His right hand had done it. The hand that she had held and tainted with her juices. Surely. He hadn't done it. The green-haired and green-eyed beauty smiled. "Jus' keep tellin' yourself that," she slurred, clearly still a bit out-of-sorts from her orgasm. Her eyes came closer. "You don't need to look at the eyes now," she whispered. "Close yours. Close your eyes. It'll feel so good." His eyes shut. He could still see the green glow. It stared at him, and he was naked before it. He felt colder, and realized she was undressing him. "Mm...Cicuta! Lisura! Put her back in the vines and help me with this one!" After a moment, he felt feathery touches all along his arms and chest. "Oh, Esca, good work." The voice was silky and smug. "I think you want a reward, though. Oh, yes, you do, don't you? What a good slut." "Oh!" He heard Esca gasp. "Ooh, um...ooh...ooh, thanks, Cicuta." She gave a giggle that turned extremely high-pitched towards the end. He heard sucking as Esca began to moan. He felt hot breath on his ear. "They'll be busy for a minute or so," whispered a sultry voice. "Why don't we get...heh...introduced." Someone took him by the hand and led him along. He didn't object. The two green eyes were still watching him, and he couldn't do anything but obey. It felt so nice to obey these enchanting creatures. Esca's words rang again in his mind as her real-life moans hit a crescendo. Again and again. He felt his feet enter something cool and wet and...tingly. The pool, he vaguely realized. The hand led him onward, and he found himself waist-deep in the water. "Sit," the voice in his ear commanded. He obeyed, feeling soft grass beneath. "Good boy," the voice whispered, sounding incredibly pleased. "Open your eyes." He opened them. He was on the edge of the pool. His naked legs were hanging free in the clear, shining water. Behind him he heard giggles and moans that were slowly turning to one woman giggling and the other whimpering. Before him was a pair of shining green eyes just like Esca's. These seemed much more entertained by his predicament. Their owner was another gorgeous young woman, of course, with long green hair and absolutely nothing on. The only difference was that her hair was a slightly paler shade of green. She smirked. "Hello, there." Her slender fingers crawled up his leg. "Comfortable now?" "I...ah..." He stared. Something was very wrong here. These were nymphs. Wicked nymphs. Nymphs who wanted to use him. Endlessly. Without escape. Making him scream. Giving him untold and unending pleasure. All he had to do was sit still and...wait. He was confused again. "I'm Lisura," the nymph said. She spoke slowly, as if to a child. "What's yours?" "I...ah...Snatch." Lisura smiled at him. "Good boy." He felt an intense wave of pleasure roll over him at the praise. His eyes widened. What was wrong with him? "But that's not quite right," she continued. "Try again." "Go fuck yourself." Lisura put a finger to her lips, pouting. "Oh, what a naughty toy Esca caught." She leaned closer. "Try again." He almost did this time. Nymphs had powerful magic, but Snatch's will was stronger. If he were fully clothed and armed, he'd have decapitated her by now, but...he gritted his teeth. "Go. Fuck. Yourself." "Oh, I'd love to." Her hand crawled down his chest. "But I think I'm gonna fuck you instead. Tell me your name." Snatch trembled. The compulsion was becoming overwhelming. "I...no!" Lisura smiled. "Yes," she breathed, and he smelled her musky perfume as she leaned closer still. "I..." Snatch was having trouble focusing. "...I don't..." "Silly boy." Lisura's other hand crept between her legs and started rubbing. Her eyes half-closed. "This silly boy needs a little reminder of who's in control." He felt Lisura's supple fingers wrap around his cock and give a long, soft stroke. "I..." What was she asking, again? "Na-a-ame," she moaned, taking her hand away and rubbing his cock again with one nymph juice-covered finger. He suddenly had a great deal of trouble remembering why he was resisting. "Alrek," he whispered meekly. Lisura smiled at him. "Good boy," she cooed. He shuddered at the praise. "Such a good boy." She leaned closer, lips parting. "This good boy deserves a kiss, I think." He tried too late to struggle as her arms wrapped around him and pulled him close. Her mouth encircled his, crushing against it, and her tongue stabbed in. She kissed him with shocking passion. And his world vanished. All there was was Lisura and the wonderful things she was going to do to him. She pulled back, giving a little chuckle. "That should do it." Alrek blinked. He felt strange. Lightheaded. Thirsty. Vaguely, he realized Esca's whimpering (and the other nymph's laughter) had stopped. At that moment, a new pair of eyes entered his vision. This nymph looked exactly like the others, of course, save a single streak of red hair. Beside her was Esca, who had a dazed look on her face. "I'm Cicuta," the new nymph hissed. She leaned in, taking his mouth with hers. "I already did that, Cicuta," Lisura murmured, though she didn't do anything to stop her...sister? Lover?...from capturing Alrek in another ravishing kiss. He shook as more water was drained from him, but let out a tiny moan of longing as she pulled away. Cicuta grinned as Alrek stared at her with wide eyes. "Are we thirsty now, little one?" "Yes, he is!" Esca let out a weak giggle. It seemed receiving Cicuta's 'reward' had left her voice a bit frail. Cicuta smirked. "I thought so." She rested her hands on Alrek's head, winked, and forced his head under. Alrek's head lay under the cool, shining water for just a moment as he struggled to clear his mind. The kisses had dazed him, and something about the water wasn't helping. He slowly blinked. Then he inhaled and realized he couldn't breathe water. Snatch let out a scream, but all that came out was a stream of bubbles, and more water entered his lungs. He started thrashing about, choking on the strange fluid. It tasted like water, but something was definitely off about it. He couldn't feel the bottom of the pool. If there was one, it was well outside his reach. He tried to wriggle out of the nymph's grip by swimming further down, but Esca had his legs pinned to the mossy ground. And the more water entered his body, the weaker he felt. Alrek thrashed there for what felt like hours, slowly losing his strength. It was probably only a few minutes. He was completely limp when Cicuta finally lifted him back up. She gently laid him down on his back and set his feet back down in the pool. The three nymphs sat—Cicuta to his right, Esca and Lisura to his left. They smiled down at him, green eyes glinting with mischief. He gave a weak cough, struggling to choke up the water so he could breathe again. "Oh, don't do that," Cicuta whispered, leaning over him. Alrek smelled the strange perfume again as she started kissing his neck. "That water won't hurt you," she said in his ear. "All it does is make you weak. It'll settle in a few seconds." Alrek groaned. Lisura glanced at Esca, her smile becoming crafty. "Esca, I think our boy needs help breathing." Esca giggled. "Oh?" She leaned out of sight. "Oh, yes," Cicuta hissed, giving his neck a long lick. "He needs to breathe deeper." Snatch wasn't sure he liked where this was going. "He needs to gasp." Cicuta's hand strayed down, and he felt it run over his rigid cock. He tried not to react, but a little whimper escaped him. "Inhale, exhale. Gasp. Scream." "And he will," Lisura said. She lay down beside Snatch and steered his face toward hers—close enough that her lips touched his when she spoke. "Do you know where Esca is going, little thief? She's going to suck you off." Alrek trembled. "I...no, stop..." Lisura chuckled. "Oh, no. You don't want us to." She took him in another kiss—less dehydrating this time, but still filled with passion. Alrek found himself struggling to remember why he was complaining. Then he remembered. Nymphs. They would use him endlessly. He would be trapped. His mind broken. Not him. He was Snatch. He wouldn't go this way. He struggled against Lisura's gentle grasp, but even that was too much for his weakened limbs. His eyes narrowed. "Y...I can make it worth your while." "Oh, you will," Lisura purred. Alrek tried to move his arms. A short ways past Lisura, he could see his pack. "I will not—" He stopped. After a moment, he let out a moan. "There he goes," Cicuta hissed, placing several wet kisses down his neck. "Esca will make him realize how being ours will make him feel." Something wonderful was touching his cock. He could hear the sounds of Esca's hungry sucking and moaning, and they only made him harder. That seemed to please her, because her efforts on him increased. SCHLUP -mmm- SCHLUP SCHLURP He started to let out another moan and was smothered in another kiss from Lisura. Cicuta laughed cruelly. "He will learn to serve." "Oh yes," Lisura sighed huskily. "Nobody gives tongue like Esca." She pulled away, giving a soft moan. Alrek looked up at her, utterly helpless. The immense pleasure coming from Esca's attentions below was too much to bear. He was helpless. He couldn't stop the nymphs. They would use him forever, and there was nothing he could do about it. SCHLUP SCHLUP SCHLURP The thought only made him more aroused. He managed to look down. Esca was bobbing up and down with an expression of bliss on her face, sucking on his cock like a delectable sweetmeat. She looked up at him, eyes bright with lust. Then Cicuta was pulling his head away. She looked down at him, her expression filled with malicious amusement. "You will be ours. She will make you understand." Alrek stared. He couldn't struggle. Why would he? Why would he fight such total bliss? Wait. No. He had reasons. The nymphs were going to do horrible, delicious things to him. They were...unending pleasure...oh... SCHLUP SCHLUP SCHLURP No! He'd fought sex-crazed succubi, lusty ghouls, and worked alongside the horniest and most gorgeous druidess he'd ever met for two years, and never once had he given into their temptations! Summoning the last of his strength, he rose, pushing the two nymphs away. He started to sit up, reaching down to shove Esca's face off his cock— Esca looked up at him, and he heard a giggle through her sucking. Her eyes went bright with an idea. He had a moment of utter terror. SCHLUP SCHLUP SCHLURRRP He felt her tongue run over the most sensitized part of his cock. It ran over it over and over and... He fell back down with a feeble cry, as all strength left him once and for all. The nymphs exchanged grins. "Silly boy." Lisura wrapped her arms around Alrek and kissed him on the lips. "Such a silly little toy we've caught." Toy? No. I'm not...oh... Esca's efforts were getting very fast, her tongue running over his cock with expertise only derived from great experience. He was melting away under her merciless attentions as she attacked every weak point, every sensitive area, utterly without mercy. Ohhh... Cicuta's expression was filled with triumph. She leaned over him, her perfumed breath filling his gasping lungs. "Why would you ever want to leave unending pleasure?" she hissed. "What a confused little toy. You need only serve." Yes. He had been confused. What had he been doing outside the clearing? What was outside the clearing? He needed only serve. He only wanted to serve. Serving felt...so...good...ohhh.... SCHLUP SCHLUP -mmmm!- SCHLURP He could barely make out the nymph's words over the utter ecstasy that was consuming him. He heard only the amused tones, and they sounded wonderful. It was good to amuse these creatures. He was their toy, and toys were meant to make their owners happy, right? Meant to serve. So simple. Felt so nice. Serving meant so much pleasure. SCHLUP SCHLUP -oooh- SCHLURP And he heard Esca's sucking, and her hungry moans, and the noise made him grow more and more desperate. He saw out of the corner of his eye that she was masturbating furiously as she sucked/ He was building. Somehow he wasn't coming, but surely soon. Soon. Soon. SCHLUP SCHLUP -mmm- SCHLURP Soon. SCHLUP -mm- SCHLUP -ooh, mmm- SCHLURP Please. Why wasn't he coming? SCHLUP SCHLUP SCHLURP MMMM At the last lick, Esca came. She squealed through his cock, and he jerked in pleasure. The pleasure was indescribable. But the climax would not come. He looked up at the two other nymphs, eyes wide with horror. Cicuta smirked. She leaned over, whispering in his ear. "More pleasure?" she hissed. "Our toy wants more? He no longer wants to leave us?" He could only moan to signal the affirmative. Lisura smiled down at him. "Why would our toy want more than this? Isn't this enough?" He whimpered. "Hm." Lisura tapped her chin. "We must play with him first, I think." She looked to Cicuta. The other nymph grinned. "Oh, yes." She looked down at him, chuckling darkly. "You must take your three chances to escape first. Snatch's willpower rallied again. Escape? Thank the gods! Perhaps he could— SCHLUP SCHLUP SCHLURP And with another lick, his willpower was again gone. Why would he want to escape? He knew it was important, but he just couldn't remember why...how could he serve them, pleasure them, finally reach orgasm? How could he be their toy if he was gone? Lisura leaned closer, preparing for a final kiss. "Three chances," Cicuta whispered. "Three chances to escape, horny little toy. If you choose to take even one of them, you can leave. You have our word as fey. If not..." Lisura took his mouth in hers and kissed him roughly. He felt her bite his lip, and his brain went numb. SCHLUP SCHLUP SCHLURRRRRP He let out another whimper and passed out. ---- And the story continues. Let me know if you enjoyed—there's plenty more coming if I know there's interest! And if you think it could be improved, feel free to let me know why! Oh, and on a technical note, any advice on tags? Think I'm choosing the right ones, or am I making some silly mistake? Evergreen Forest Ch. 03 When Snatch awoke, he was alone in the clearing. His legs dangled in the pool, and he was, of course, naked. He lay there a moment. The temptation to stay was close to overwhelming. His cock throbbed slightly at the mere memory of the pleasures the nymphs had bestowed upon him. They had promised so much more if he failed all three tests. Gods, so much more... Then he remembered his pride. Snatch's pride had gotten him into many scrapes, but it had also made sure he always got out. He wasn't going to abandon it now to be some sluts' fucktoy. He sat up and pulled his legs out of the water. Instantly, his mind felt clearer. Things finally clicked for Snatch. Poisons. He got to his feet, growling. They put poisons in me. Hypnosis I can handle, but not when my brain's addled. He felt a bit better at this—until he remembered that it had been his own fault they'd been able to poison him. He'd been careless. It would not happen again. He looked around. There, at the edge of the clearing, were his clothes and satchel—and his scythe. He took a step forward, then froze. Behind him, he heard moaning. Snatch was not alone. Slowly, he turned. At the edge of the clearing, behind the pool, there was a great tangle of thick green vines. And in their center was a beautiful human woman. She was human, as far as Snatch could tell. Her hair was blond and her eyes were blue—though screwed shut with the force of her lust. She let out a louder moan. The vines had her arms and legs spread wide. She gasped as one vine thrust in and out of her wet pussy. A thinner, oddly slimy-looking vine was entwined around her breasts and ass, rubbing them as it snaked in and out her rear. She let out a desperate moan. Snatch could tell that she, like him, was not being allowed to climax. He hesitated. Some part of him did pity her, of course. But the nymphs had given him a challenge, and he had a feeling they were not going to play fair. His cock was getting stiff just from looking at this tortured prisoner. Besides, he thought, nodding to himself, she seems happy enough here. He started to turn away. Then the woman noticed him. She looked at him, eyes wide. "Please!" she screamed. "Please, oh please-please-please ohhh..." Snatch frowned, taking a step back. Something told him she was not begging to be released. A smug voice sounded in his head. She wants you. A good toy would surrender to her. Give her what she so desperately needs. What did you do to her? Snatch thought. He wasn't sure why he bothered asking—he knew quite well. Heehee! This voice was higher. Esca, most likely. Ooh, I think you know that! Of course the toy knows. I think he wants to hear it from us, though. The Cicuta in his head laughed. We fucked her. Again and again. She's our fucktoy, just as you want to be. A perfect little slave. Snatch realized he was dawdling. He took another step away from the vines. Oh, no, Lisura scolded. You don't want to leave her like this, do you? The vines holding the woman's arms suddenly drew back, releasing her. Snatch's eyes widened. "No." The woman sat up, looking straight at him with a hungry grin. Oh, yes. You want to be a good toy, don't you? The words 'good toy' brought him more pleasure than he'd ever care to admit. Snatch had a feeling the posion wasn't quite gone yet, and that made him very, very nervous. Anything could happen here if he wasn't in absolute full control. Hee! We know how good it makes you feel! Esca is right, Cicuta's voice hissed. While you slept, we made...alterations. Not good. Snatch tried to take another step back and found himself instead starting to step forward. He stopped himself and stood still. Ooh, yesss. Such a desperate little fucker we've caught. You love being ours, don't you? What a weak-willed little fool. Snatch found he was trembling as the other two vines released the woman's legs. "No. Poisoned me!" You will make our slut quite happy, toy. Heehee! Anna's gonna fuck him...fuck his brains out...ooh, she's just gonna...make him...make him screeeam... Now, Esca, Cicuta hissed, sounding amused, I'm starting to think you weren't rewarded enough for bringing our fun new toy to us. Oh! Ooh! Hee-HEEoohh... I think you want to be my toy for a little while, don't you? Ooh...ooh...yess.... Snatch stood stock-still as he heard the sounds of Esca's ecstasy through the mind link. He became aware of the woman—"Anna"—approaching. He looked at her, eyes widening. Her large breasts were slick with the vine's slime. The area between her legs was dripping with both her juices and those of the slippery plants. She stared at him, eyes blazing, then leaped. He tried to dodge, but instead fell on his back. She landed atop him, moaning, and took him in a passionate kiss. Her soft lips met his as a long, agile tongue writhed within. Meanwhile, Esca started whimpering. Ooh...oh yes...suck th'other one—oh yes yes yes... Snarling, he knocked Anna off to the side and scrabbled onto his knees. Had to reach the scy— "Mmm..." He stiffened. Despite himself, he turned to look. Anna was getting to her feet. She looked at him, giving another moan, and slowly sauntered towards him. He started to get up, but she placed a slippery hand on his bare shoulder, holding him down. "No..." she breathed. "Gotta...fuck..." He found himself sitting still as she moved over. Before he knew it, he was kneeling right in front of her dripping pussy. "Fuck me..." she rasped. He rolled his eyes. As if he was going to be the toy of a toy. Oh! No, no-no, keep—ohhhhh. Esca's next thoughts were a wordless scream. "You...want to fuck me..." Anna spread her legs wide. "I do not," he muttered. The smell of her sex was more than a little heady. Unconsciously, he breathed deeper. Breathing it wasn't the same as giving in, after all. "Of course not," she said. "You can...breathe as much as you...like..." And he did. He took a deep, deep breath. Where was the harm? Anna gave a small moan. "What...what do you do when you...go...to your master?" What did she mean? What was she getting at? Alrek didn't understand. "Kne-e-el," she said, moaning with lust as she spoke. Her other hand idly rubbed her clit. "Isn't that...right?" Yes. That was right. Anna was right. She was smarter than Alrek had thought. "Yes...smarter than you..." That didn't sound right. But...no, it didn't. "Are you...kneeling before me?" Alrek blinked, trying to clear his head. Yes, but— "I...must be your Mistress, then..." That made sense. Wait. No, it didn't, it was stupid. Snatch furrowed his brow, trying to lean away. He was in charge. Anna held onto his shoulder and pulled him just a bit closer, so he could smell her musky, sodden sex. "You...don't want...to be in charge..." No, he didn't. Of course not. He wanted to "...be...mine..." Wait. How did Anna know what "i'm...thinking..." he whispered. He realized, to his horror, that he'd been speaking aloud the entire time. "no..." He gasped. "i'm...in control..." No, and he didn't wanted to be. "Stop!" he shouted, trying and failing to get up. He couldn't think straight. He had to...had to... He wanted to serve Anna. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to be hers forever. Yes. Yes, that was right. Good...good boy... Oh gods, oh gods, yes, Cicuta, YES, YES! "Good boy," Anna cooed. "You can't...mm...fight me, can you? You'll do..." Her fingers stroked just a tad faster between her legs. "ooh...whatever I want you do...think what I want you to think..." Her other hand rose from her crotch and grasped his other shoulder, and she slowly pulled him closer. "Feels...so good...to be my toy...doesn't it?" "no..." he moaned. YES! YES-YES-FUCK ME FUCK ME YESSSSS Esca's screams of joy fell into his mind and settled there. He couldn't think of anything else, and in that moment of helplessly feeling her pleasure, he lost. Yes. Yes, he wanted to be hers. He was hers. Anna smiled as he murmured this aloud. "Then why aren't you...mm...licking me..." She pulled his head closer. "...when I smell...sooooo...goooood..." He heard her give a triumphant giggle as he started licking. She moaned, forcing his head to grind against her crotch. "Oh, yes. Lick me! Lick, lick, lick! Oooh, please, yes!" His thoughts dissolved into screams and moans as her pleasure, like Esca's, sank into his mind and would not leave. He felt her joy keener than he'd ever felt his own. It felt incredible. You're already hers, he dimly heard Cicuta hiss. Stupid little fucktoy couldn't even fight her, could he? Because he didn't want to. No...he was doing this of his own free will... Anna has you totally under her control, toy. Cicuta laughed. You want her so badly. He fell back on his back, as commanded by Anna. He loved doing what she told him to do. Every time he obeyed a command, he'd get a bit more aroused. That's what she's making you think. She's completely in your brain, toy. And you love it that way. Heehee! Ooh, this is fun. I caught a really really fun toy, didn't I? Alrek shook as Anna sank down on his lap, her slick pussy wrapping hungrily around his hard cock. She wrapped her arms around his head and guided him to her breast. Suck it! Suck it, toy! The command was from Esca, not Anna, but he was too weak-willed at this point to notice. He took one of Anna's tits in his mouth and started sucking it like an infant. Meanwhile, Anna started bouncing up and down in his lap. He moaned as he sucked, and Anna only laughed. Then she started screaming. Screams of total, pure lust. The vines played with her, Cicuta hissed, for hours. Nonstop. Their slime made her hornier and hornier, but she just. Couldn't. Come. Something about the slime in Anna's pussy was making his cock even harder. He was becoming more and more desperate. But now she's out of the plant, toy. She can come. And when she starts, she will never stop. You lose the first test if she comes. Alrek felt a tinge of alarm as he registered this. He had to stop. But...her breasts seemed to be secreting contained the same delicious toxin. He couldn't stop sucking any more than he could make her stop...ohh....doing that to him... But you're getting her slime. Cicuta laughed. Stupid, gullible toy. She can come. You won't. No matter how. Hard. You get. Hee! She'll keep him like that for hours! He heard Anna's screams getting louder, higher-pitched. She was approaching orgasm. His eyes widened. "no..." More than hours, toy. Days. Weeks. Until we decide you've had enough. "please no no no no..." Enjoy yourself, toy. Anna let out one last shrill scream, spasming in a tremendous orgasm. And then she kept screaming. And kept spasming. And kept bouncing, her slick pussy's walls contracting around his cock and rubbing up and down and up and down... Alrek teetered on the edge of climax. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't come. He just kept sucking, and kept getting more and more aroused the longer Anna's orgasm lasted. He lay back, whimpering, still unable to stop playing with Anna's tit. He was her toy, and he knew she'd be playing with him for a while yet. We're sure you will. Evergreen Forest Ch. 04 Snatch opened his eyes. Immediately, the thief sprang to his feet. Though he heard Anna giggling from behind him, he didn't make the mistake of looking this time. These nymphs and their slaves seemed to favor hypnosis, and if he'd learned anything from the loss of his druidess friend it was that the best way to avoid hypnosis was to avoid eye contact. He favored a very sharp knife as the quickest way of accomplishing that, of course. Knowing exactly what he needed, he locked eyes on his pack and started running. He would— Something slick grabbed him by the ankle, causing him to fall flat on his face. He reached down and felt something thin and leafy. A vine. "Dragonshit!" he muttered. He could feel the oils of the plant sinking in and decided to act first. Anna's giggling was getting closer. He lunged, grabbing a nearby bush as the vine sought to pull him back. Luckily, it was the only vine that had grabbed him so far—likely the only one long enough to reach him—and it wasn't especially strong. Nor was Snatch, of course. But he had a feeling that the slime that served so well for turning helpless maidens into nymphs' playthings would not serve quite as well for holding someone still. The backpack was just beyond. Giving a prayer to the dead god of thieves, he pulled at the bush with all his might. It came up by the roots. But not before the slippery vine lost its grip, and he tumbled forward. With a triumphant shout, he snatched the pack up. Yes! He was— He felt slender fingers wrap around his ankle as a cruel giggle filled the clearing. His strength chose that moment to give out. He was yanked back and, in his panic, he dropped the satchel. Another hand grabbed him by the shoulder and flipped him on his back. Anna smirked down at him. "I'm not finished with you yet." He felt his cock instantly harden as he stared up at her. For a moment, he wanted badly to give in. But only a moment. He snarled. "Oh, I think you are." His hand lunged up before she could stop him, grabbing one of the items that had spilled on the ground. He shoved her off and leaped to his feet in a surge of adrenaline. She moaned, reaching up to grab him again. He swayed. His cock stood erect, naked in the cold air and desperate to enter her warmth once more. Knowing it was now or never, he threw the vial down to shatter against her cheek. Little shards of broken glass dug into her soft flesh, and she screamed in surprise and pain. The cuts, he knew, were superficial—they barely even marred her great beauty. The real damage was about to be done. Shaking, he staggered back and watched as the vial's colorful contents spilled into her mouth. Her eyes widened. "Careful swallowing," he said, reaching down and gathering up his backpack's contents. "The glass'll make it hurt even more." "Wha—" Anna spit out a bit of blood and glass. "Wha'd y'...do to...m...mm..." She trailed off. Her eyes started to glaze over. "Succubus juices." Snatch shrugged as he slung the satchel over his shoulder. "You'll need a woman's touch, so I'm no use to you now. Damn the luck, right?" "Oh no. N...oh...no!" Blood trailed out the corner of her mouth as her cry became a scream. She leaped to her feet and grabbed Snatch, shaking him desperately."Please! They'll—they'll take advantage!" "I expect they will." Snatch nervously pushed her away. Her scent was still a bit overpowering. "They'll—for hours! Days! Please-please-please!" Her fingers shoved deep into her womanhood as her pleas got higher-pitched. Snatch turned away as her screams became shriller. Though he heard the sounds of her furiously pleasuring herself, he knew it would do no good. She would need the nymphs—and knowing their playful nature, he had a feeling Anna was going to have a very exciting week. Satisfying, no. Excruciating, yes. But definitely exciting. Ooh, you can bet on it, he heard Lisura say. So you passed the test, toy. Cicuta didn't sound concerned. "So I did." Alrek approached the pool, taking out the magic blue stone that served as a purifier. Heehee! I guess you'll be leaving now! I guess it will, Esca. He heard Cicuta laugh. I guess our toy's visit here was short-lived indeed. What a shame. Snatch scowled as he finished filling his waterskin. He stoppered it and turned away. Behind him, Anna had leaped into the vines. Perhaps she was hoping that the absence of the slime vine would allow her to achieve something close to release, but as he picked up his scythe, he noticed the vine getting up and slowly snaking back. It appeared its incapacitation had been short-lived. As he began making the long trek back to the path, he heard Anna give a scream filled with nothing but lust...and despair. He was thirsty again. Snatch sighed, getting out his waterskin and taking another swig. The forest was hotter than it had been earlier—he'd already gone through half his water supply. At least he now had water, though. And he was pretty sure he was finally drawing near the path. He frowned as he caught himself wiping sweat off his brow. The Evergreen Forest was not supposed to be sweltering. Going somewhere? He let out a yelp. The voice, within his head, was painfully familiar. It simultaneously filled him with dread and excitement. "Get out of my head, I passed your little test. Your fucking 'modifications' didn't take." So you did. And we nymphs are bound by our word. "Damn right. I know how your kind works." You do indeed. A worthy adversary. "Damn more than worthy!" He rolled his eyes, taking another swig. "I beat you." Ooh, did you, now? "Don't play games with me, nymph." He took another swig. He froze. He hesitated, then gave the waterskin a little shake. The muted sloshing confirmed it. He was already two-thirds through the water supply. Whoops! he heard Esca give a gleeful giggle. Guess you'll just have to come back! "Dragonshit." Forcing himself to stop drinking, he stowed the waterskin back in his pack. "What the fuck?" Watch your language, fucktoy, Cicuta said. We'll be telling you whether or not to lick out our pussies. Swearing is our right. Toys don't get to swear. He felt himself starting to get aroused again. "Shut it." I'm not doing anything, fucktoy. Just using the adjustments. "Stop!" You like being our fucktoy, don't you? He didn't answer and just kept walking. Don't you? You want to say yes. He did. Badly. It's ex-cru-ci-at-ing... Cicuta carefully enunciated each syllable, ...having to hold it in. You know it's true. You love being our little fucktoy. "Stop saying that word!" He started walking faster. If you don't, why did you empty the waterskin? "I didn't—fuck." Snatch looked at the empty waterskin in his hand. Giving a cry of revulsion, he threw it away. Too late! Esca gave an ecstatic giggle. It's allll in you now. All those yummy nutrients and...other stuff! He started walking faster. "The—the stone—" Aw, tsk, tsk. Lisura sounded sympathetic. Did we forget who made that stone? Nymphs, Cicuta whispered. Nymphs like the ones who are going to fuck your tiny brains out. He growled. Where was the path? Just say it. "Fuck you!" He clutched his head. "Fuck you fuck you fuck you!" Say you like being our fucktoy and I'll leave your head. He got faster still, to the point that he was almost running. He screwed his eyes shut, struggling to block the voices out. It didn't work Just admit it, Alrek! You want us. You need us. Her voice got husky. Oh, do you neeeeed us. He tripped over something and fell to the ground. He gave cry of pain as his knee scraped over a jagged stone. Oh, my. That looks like it hurts. If only you'd admitted, you wouldn't have fallen. You should have been honest. He trembled—with rage or need, he wasn't sure—and clutched his bleeding knee. The voice was inescapable. It was everywhere. Say you like us making you scream, gasp, plead. Say you want to be ours again... He whimpered. What was that, little fucktoy? "I do," he whispered. "I like it." Gooood. Isn't that better, now? Lisura asked. He did feel better, actually. "A little," he admitted. He immediately shut his mouth as he got to his feet. Ooh, but he's out of water! Hee-hee! He glared. "I'm very close to the—" He froze. "...path." He stood at the edge of the clearing. The three nymphs smiled seductively. Cicuta got to her feet, chuckling. "I'm not in your head now, toy. But ohhh, you so desperately want me to be." He leaped away, screaming as he whipped out his scythe. "Get back!" They had poisoned his water. Drugged him so his mind would play tricks. Now he had to make it to the ranger's cabin with no water; who knew how much time had been wasted going in a circle? Just knowing he was near these green-haired temptresses made his legs tremble, desperate to buckle so he couldn't escape. But he had a better idea. He turned and ran. The nymphs laughed and did not try to chase him. Oddly, that was little comfort. He was so thirsty... Snatch stumbled through the thick undergrowth, groaning. He had to find the path. He couldn't let the nymphs get the better of him. It had been two days since his escape. Since the first confrontation he'd accidentally wandered close to the clearing three times, though he had yet to actually enter it again. Dehydration was beginning to become a factor. Cicuta had left his head, but Esca and Lisura hadn't. They kept up a constant stream of sexual thoughts, tempting him, trying to call him back. Fortunately, his will was not so weak. Snatch had made it out of druid ritual sites. He'd outwitted insane lust demons. Once, he'd saved the kingdom from a plague of erotic ghouls. He would not be beaten. He would find the path soon. He wiped the sweat off his brow. He had to. It had been three days since his escape. The only water he'd gotten had been from a disturbingly fortunate leaf filled with just enough fluid to keep him going. It had been from the pool, but what choice did he have? It was so hot... All Snatch wanted to do was lie down and go to sleep, but lowering his mental defenses was the last thing he needed. Ooh! Please go to sleep! Yes, do as Esca says, pet. We will fill your dreams with the naughtiest thoughts... Like coming back to us! We'll make you scream and beg and... Snatch gave a growl that subsided to a pant. He was too exhausted to waste breath on them now. He just had to keep going. He realized he was approaching the clearing again and let out a frustrated curse. Three and a half days. Snatch was so hot...so tired... Why couldn't he leave? Because you don't want to, Lisura said. "Dragonshit," he mumbled. Realizing he'd again circled around, he turned and kept walking. Four days. So tired. So hot. So...thirsty. The clearing's tainted water was like a beautiful dream now. He didn't care about the taint now as long as he could drink. His mouth felt like it was filled with ash. His feet felt like slabs of stone. "Why...can't...leave?" he croaked. 'Cause you don't want to! Esca said happily. You want to come back and fu-u-uck and fuck and... You would never want to leave us, Lisura echoed. Because you love us too much, isn't that right? He stared blankly ahead. Again, there was the clearing. He'd come closer this time—almost close enough to see the nymphs' green eyes glowing in the dark. He hesitated, then turned and walked away. You were never going to leave us, were you? So thirsty. Hee! Why would you? We're so much fun! So tired. Silly boy. He just wanted to rest, but he had to keep walking. Licking our pussies forever and ever! Heehee! He had to resist. The nymphs couldn't keep this up forever. You're ours. You always were. He looked ahead. There was something. Was it the path? You never wanted to leave. It was the clearing. He had entered the clearing without realizing it. The three nymphs looked at him, grinning. Cicuta's smirk was filled with glee and cruelty. He opened his mouth. "I never wanted to leave," he whispered. "Good toy." Cicuta walked forward, taking him by the hand and leading him like a child to the pool. "And you want me back in your head, don't you?" "Yes...oh, please, yes..." Goood toy. They slowly pushed him down. Cicuta sat down on him, pinning his cock beneath his trousers. I was never even in your head, stupid toy. "Never...in my head..." You just wanted me to be. "Wanted...you..." She began to rub her crotch back and forth over his. "You lose the second try, toy," she hissed. "One more failure and you're ours to keep." He lay back on top of Esca, who began kissing his neck hungrily. "And that makes you soooo happy, doesn't it?" He whimpered, nodding slightly as her rubbing sped up. "Do you like this?" "Y...yes...but please..." "Please what?" She kept rubbing, smiling widely. He tried to speak, but couldn't. Yes, you'll keep your trousers, toy. Your punishment for running. His eyes widened. What's wrong? Don't you like being able to keep your...ah...dignity? She started bouncing in his lap as he started screaming. "Please! No! Oh, please! Oh, please! Take 'em off! Take 'em...AUGH!" Cicuta shoved his head under the pool's surface and kept dry-humping him, laughing manically. Through the nymphs' wicked laughter, through the blinding lust... Alrek knew that, whatever was planned for him next, none of his 'dignity' would survive. ---- Author's Note: Greetings, Goblin here*! Just one more chapter remains that's been pre-written, so feel free to give your thoughts on how you want things to proceed from there—and on what you want to happen outside of this story! Want to hear about some of Snatch's other misadventures? Speak up! Want a sidestory following someone a bit less disagreeable? Feel free to ask! And remember, goblins feed on the souls of tiny electronic golden stars, so don't forget to vote! *Just kidding. Greeting Goblin is my more reputable but far less interesting cousin. He works for Hallmark. Evergreen Forest Ch. 05 [Goblin's Note:] Dreadfully sorry about the mixup! No clue how it even happened. Here's the proper chapter, and I'll put up a little bonus story very soon to make up for things! * Snatch lay on his belly in the soft grass, his eyes shut tight. Snatch was not stupid. These nymphs didn't realize that, and they were about to pay the price. He remembered exactly where he'd left his pack. His pants were soaked with precum, but true to their words, the nymphs had let him keep his 'dignity'. No matter how hard he'd begged, and how hard his cock had strained against the cloth, the nymphs had never given him the release he'd so desperately needed. The 'release' that he'd known would have made him their slave forever. He smiled against the grass. Their own mistake. They had promised to give him three chances. Now he was on his last. They thought to make him their fucktoy, but he was too smart for them. Snatch wasn't an especially brilliant or wise man. He knew that. All he'd ever needed was simple common sense and quick actions. And now that he thought he understood what was going on, he had a plan. His pack was right at the edge, as before. He'd been awake for the last few minutes, listening intently. Poor Anna's screams of desire had been a bit distracting, but nothing he wasn't used to. That was the consequence of adventuring with a young and weak-willed druidess—one tended to get accustomed to the sounds of intercourse. He found it a little unsettling that he knew exactly what the screams of a young woman being played with by horny plants sounded like. Aside from Anna, he'd heard nothing. Knowing nymphs, his would-be owners would never be able to keep quiet this long if they were around. It was time to move. Snatch silently got to his feet and looked around. Anna was still being held captive by the vines. The pool was still there, its shining drugged water as inviting as ever. As if, he thought, scowling. He turned and bolted for the edge of the clearing. The thief arrived without incident. No vines sprang to trip him up, no buxom fey appeared to grapple him. He looked down at the satchel, blinking. Can it really be that easy? He reached down and grasped the satchel. Perhaps it was. "It's not." He spun. Cicuta was there, emerald eyes shining with amusement. "Ready for Round Three, toy?" She thrust out her naked chest for emphasis, large breasts bouncing tantalizingly. "You're not actually in my head, greenthumb." She put her hand to her mouth in mocking disapproval. "Greenthumb? My little toy's been racist all this time." Her lips curled upwards. "We'll have to train that out of him, won't we?" "Nymphs are a race?" Snatch's left hand began surreptitiously rummaging through the satchel. He needed to move fast. Cicuta's voice, cruel as it was, was like a sweet song to his drugged ears. He wasn't sure his willpower would hold out long, and the last thing he needed now was to end up at her knees begging for forgiveness. "I'd say they're more like a virus." "Oh, dear." She wagged her finger at him. "I think a punishment is in order." Snatch ignored the momentary thrill he felt at the idea of Cicuta 'punishing' him. "Anyways, of course I'm not really in your head." Cicuta's hand strayed down to her clit, rubbing gently as she spoke. "You just want me to be." Her eyes glazed over a bit as the rubbing sped up. "Sooo...ba-a-a-a-adly..." "Actually, you've just placed enough triggers on me to make a dog think it's a dragon." He pulled out a small leather pouch on a cord. "That's your gimmick, ain't it?" He waved the pouch at her. "Near-fuck your 'toys' til they pass out, place a couple spells on 'em, convince 'em they just want to belong to a nymph with control issues?" Cicuta's jaw dropped. Her eyes bulged. For a moment, she looked like she was going to yell at Snatch, or even attack him. Then she seemed to regain control, and she went back to rubbing like nothing had happened. "Busted." "I gotta wonder how many spells you've put on your...sisters?" He grimaced. "Tell me they ain't biological sisters." "Cousin and niece, actually." "You're one creepy greenthumb, y'know that?" "Does that turn you on?" Her free hand strayed to her breast and began tweaking the nipple. "How wrong it is? I could make you think you're Anna's lover and I'm a priest of the god of ceremonies. I could marry you two." Her eyes glinted. "Then I could steal you both away from each other. Defile a fake rite and make you think it was real. Doesn't it turn you on how little control toys get?" Snatch was disturbed to find that it did, just a little. "You really did a number on us, didn't you?" "And how does it make you feel..." She slipped a finger into her pussy, her voice turning into a half-moan. "That...I'm gonna make you...f'get all this. With your...your, uh...trigger things." Snatch blinked. "Did you just say 'trigger things', greenthumb?" Cicuta stopped rubbing. She looked down, eyes narrowing. "I did, didn't I?" She was silent, looking troubled. "Yeah, somethin' you don't know." Snatch shrugged. "Placing triggers ain't healthy on anyone, target or caster. Came in handy for me and a friend once. The triggers you place've been wearing your mind away an' making you more vulnerable. In a month or so, you'll be nuttier than Anna." She blinked. "And I bet even that turns you on." He rolled his eyes. "You nymphs are all alike. Play at being big an' dominant, but you melt your own brains 'cause, deep down, you just really like being controlled. This is why humans rule the world an' you rule half a forest. Fey. You're all fey." Cicuta seemed unsure for just a moment. She glared. "Shut up, toy." "Yes, Mistress," he said unthinkingly. Wait, what? Cicuta looked surprised as well. Then she laughed. "Well, well, well. It seems you're as weak-willed as ever, stupid toy. You could have used this time to run, but you just couldn't bring yourself to leave." Alrek bristled, trying to resist the trigger. "Well?" She took a step closer, locking her bewitching eyes with his, pulling him into her world with nothing but a lustful stare. "Beg me to touch you." "Please, Mistress," he whispered, "touch me." Though his cock was getting very hard indeed, Alrek didn't worry. Her command reversed the command to shut up, which was all he'd wanted. She smirked. "Stupid, horny fucktoy." "Brainless, demented whore." Alrek brought the pouch up and, before Cicuta could react, tied the pouch's cord around his neck. "Excuse me?" Cicuta laughed, not seeming to care about the pouch. "I think you want to please me for that. Get on your knees. No!" She grinned evilly. "Roll in the mud and beg my forgiveness, naughty toy." "Fuck you." Snatch was a man full of nothing but common sense, but he couldn't help but relish the look of shock Cicuta wore. Rolling his eyes, he decided to gloat a little. "Rabbit's foot." He waved the pouch for emphasis. "Removes all conditioning. Reality, but you really lucked out when you managed to condition your sluts, didn't you? About as smart as a drunk wyvern." "Aw, you stole a bunny's foot?" He turned. Lisura and Esca were approaching. Lisura's arms were crossed. Esca had her hand to her mouth in a sincere gesture of horror. "She did get lucky," Lisura snapped. "I got caught in a patch of whorelip during a demon attack. I called for help. I thought she was going to free me. Instead..." She gestured to her surroundings. "Oh, uh, hi, sisters!" Cicuta sounded nervous. "You, uh, heard all that?" "Every word." Lisura's eyes narrowed. "And since being aware of the triggers tends to help a fey break them..." "Not quite all." Snatch heard Cicuta's fingers snap. "Freeze." Instantly, Lisura and Esca froze in place. Their eyes widened. Cicuta walked around Snatch, chuckling. "You think I'm stupid, stupid little Lisura?" She reached over and stroked Lisura's pert breast. Lisura moaned, eyes filled with panic. "I know you too well," Cicuta murmured. "You have so many triggers, I've forgotten half of them. I just remember the ones that count, and all that matters to either of us is that I have you under. Complete. Control." She leaned in and whispered something. Whatever it was, it made Lisura moan louder. Snatch noticed the nymph's pussy was getting very wet. Cicuta sauntered around Lisura and began kissing Esca's neck. "Sweet...little Esca. You...mm...have no idea what's...in store for you." She pulled back, and Snatch saw Esca lean to the side to keep her neck on Cicuta's mouth. Cicuta laughed, seeing this. "And it turns you on. So much. So fucking much!" Esca gave a little keening whine. "And I'm about to erase your memories of this," she said. "And I want you to know it's going to happen. I want you to beeeg for it." Esca kept whining. "Do you want it, Esca?" Cicuta gave a cruel grin. "Whimper twice if yes." Without hesitating, Esca whimpered twice. Cicuta turned to Lisura, eyes glittering. "And you. You I'll make moan for it." Her hand strayed down, tickling Lisura's pussy with sadistic glee. "Moan." "Ohh..." Lisura whispered. "Moan," Cicuta hissed. "I will make you beg. You're my toy. You always were. You have always longed to please me, right?" "Ohh....nnn..." Cicuta began tickling faster, making Lisura give a whimpering laugh. "Moan for me, my little slut!" "Oh! Oooooohhhh!" Lisura squirmed against Lisura's merciless fingers. "Hee! Oooooh!" Cicuta leaned back, letting her hands fall. "Good sluts." She turned to Snatch. "Why haven't you tried to run?" He looked around, then rolled his eyes. "Why should I?" "I don't know." She tilted her head mockingly. "Maybe you really don't want to leave, toy, deep down?" Snatch shrugged. "You can't control me without the hypnosis and I've got no more of your poison in my blood. Since you gave me your word at three chances and you can't just tackle me without breaking that word, figured I'd enjoy the show before leaving." Cicuta raised her eyebrow. She snapped her fingers. Lisura and Esca unfroze. "Ooh, Cicuta," Esca whispered, "you've caught us a juicy one!" "I always do," Cicuta purred. Snatch stared. He took a step back. "You promised." "I lied." "You're fey! You can't break a vow!" Snatch turned and tried to run for it. He made it about three feet before getting tackled to the ground by Esca. "Evergreen fey." He heard Cicuta cackle. "Welcome to our world, toy!" "NO!" Esca ripped his pants off with one hand and rolled him over, giggling. The nymph straddled him with a bright smile. "Wanna be mine?" He stared up at her. He could feel her pussy's juice rubbing against his cock, lubricating it. He'd been denied this for so long, and now to be dropped right into it... He couldn't fight. He rolled over to land on top of Esca, and for a moment, he was free. He cast his satchel aside and ripped the pouch off his neck. He wanted so much more. Esca gave a squeal of delight as he lifted up and pounded his cock into her. Her sex trembled, gushing with slick, sticky ecstasy all over his manhood. "Ooh, yes! Yes! More! More!" She tried to wrap her legs and arms around him, but he noticed Lisura and Cicuta holding her wrists and ankles, spreading her limbs wide for him to explore. He understood. His mistresses wanted him to play a game. He pulled his cock out. Esca's eyes widened. "Wha...no! Nonononono! Fuck me! Fuckfuckfuckpleasefuck!" He began rubbing his cock against her pussy, not quite entering, as he took one of her breasts in his hands and licked it. Her moans of longing only made him more determined. He would make her beg as the nymphs had made him beg. "Stop it! I hate you! Stop! Oh! Ohh yes yes yes dammit fuck me fuck me!" He took the nipple in his mouth and began toying with it as he kept rubbing. His cock was very slick now, and the more aroused he got, the more energy he put into torturing Esca. He licked her. He kissed her. He sucked her. He tickled her pussy until she turned blue. But then something changed. Cicuta and Lisura let go. Esca looked up at him. He hesitated, just for a moment. And then it was too late to react. She rolled him over, straddling him with ease and plunging his cock into a warm, wet sheathe. With the speed of a hummingbird's wings she began bouncing in his lap, over and over. She grabbed him around the neck and began kissing him fiercely, giving a growl of anger tainted by overwhelming lust. "Mm..fuck you...mmm*shmack*yesss..." He was too aroused himself to fight back now, and he never wanted to. All he wanted to do was to kiss this gorgeous, perfect creature, to fuck her again and again. To be hers. He kissed her back with equal savagery, doing his best to buck back against her. With such intense stimulation, it was no surprise that they would come. But Cicuta made them wait. He was under her control again, as he desperately wanted to be, and he would wait until she told him to come. Obeying her made him feel so unbearably good. Why had he ever tried to fight? When they did come, it was an explosion of pleasure Alrek would never forget. Esca gave a squeal of joy as he gave an equally great cry. They spasmed against each other for what felt like hours. And then Esca was being lifted off. She struggled, moaning. "No! Wanna...wanna fuck more! Moremoremore!" It was to no avail, though, as Lisura lay down on Alrek. She smirked, holding up several plump red berries. "Hungry, pet?" He stared up at her, too exhausted to respond. He just moaned. "Aw, are we tired?" she cooed. He moaned again. Her smile turned wicked. "We can fix that." As he started to moan again, to beg for a chance to rest, she popped all four berries into his mouth. He gave a jerk. "Wha...ahhh?" "Slutberries." She kissed his cheek. "That's what I call 'em, anyways. They got you good and horny, didn't they?" "Ah..." He gave another jerk. His cock was rising again, and an overpowering lust was filling his weak body. "Y...yes! Oh...oh, no..." "Good." She reached down, stroking his cock affectionately. "Now, the healthy dose is usually just half a berry, but I think you'll enjoy this too much to care. Won't you?" She beamed down at him. "Can't...oh...blglg..." He felt drool running down his chin. His limbs were trembling too severely for him to move. She smiled. "Relax." She reached up, sucking what remained of the berries off her fingers in an achingly sensuous move. "This—mm—will just make—mm—me a bit slutty. Well, a bit sluttier." She winked. "But you?" He was trembling even more violently now. He longed to plunge himself into her, but he couldn't even speak now. He could only gibber at her and pray she'd understand enough to fuck him, fuck his brains out, just give him some release. "Oh, you..." Lisura tapped her chin, looking unsure. "I really don't know what's happening to you right now." She leaned down, kissing him gently. He couldn't even return the kiss. "But I bet it'll make you notice this." Her hand lunged down and grasped his cock. Alrek moaned as she gave it a long, almost painful stroke. "Grlbgaga!" She giggled. "Oh, do we like that?" She gave a second stroke. And a third. He was trembling too violently to even gibber now. Nor did he have anything to say. His mind was gone, and replacing it was nothing but one simple thought: fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme Lisura kissed his cheek. Her hand tightened around his member and started to run slowly up and down. "I think we like that a lot." He moaned as the stroking sped up, then slowed down again. She frowned. "But maybe this nice little boy doesn't want to be fucked after all." "Nnnn!" "Oh, I don't know." She brought her free hand up, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "I'd love to fuck him. Fuck him until he's seeing stars in the middle of the day. Sink my juices into him. Taste his own. Lick and lick and lick all over his ripe, tasty cock until it's covered in my spit, just to emphasize how much mine he is. Then take him in my mouth." Her eyes shone brighter. "Take him as deep as I can go—and I can go oh-so-deep—and suck and suck..." She shrugged, taking her hand off his cock and stroking his cheek. "If only he'd give the word." He trembled. "Well?" She cocked her head, grinning with mischief. "Just say the word!" He trembled, giving a faint moan. She leaned closer, voice filled with entertainment at his predicament. "Just say the word, big boy," she whispered in his ear. Her hand moved down again, tapping the head of his now hypersensitive cock at strategic points. He moaned. She frowned. "Well? Nothing?" "P...plll..." She tapped the glans, and he was overtaken by another spasm. Lisura laughed. "Then I suppose..." He moaned with longing. Her expression brightened. "I'll just have to fuck him anyways!" She ducked down and wrapped her lips around his shaft, laughing through it at his moans of relief. She began to suck. He went still. He started jerking even more violently, nearly bucking her off his dick. He couldn't stop himself—all motor control was gone. Lisura's mouth was fastened firmly, however, all the way to the base of his member. He wouldn't have been able to break free had he wanted to—not that he could think of a single reason at the moment he would want to. He felt her tongue running hungrily over her prize and could only squeak his pleasure. He'd thought Esca was good. But Esca focused only on the tongue—clearly more experience catering to women. Lisura practically inhaled. She was sucking at him like his penis was a straw for a milkshake. Her hands ran over him, caressing his body, and he mindlessly tried to do the same. He ran his fingers through her hair, pushing her head down into his crotch as far as it could go. When she moved so her pussy was within reach, he stuck three fingers in without question. He enjoyed the gasps she gave into his cock as he forced them in and out, not caring if they would fit. And when her pussy was over his head, it was all he could do not to bite it, so maddened the slutberries had made him. He stuck his tongue in as his fingers kept toying with the clit, licking fiercely. Every time he hit a sensitive spot, he would feel her gasp, and her attentions would intensify, and he would mercilessly target that area until she was too exhausted to keep sucking. Then he would pause, just for a moment, and she would desperately start licking and sucking again to get him going again. Then he would repeat the cycle. He had already come in her mouth. He had come seven times. He was barely even noticing the orgasms—they all blended in with Lisura's unbearable attentions, creating what felt like one massive flow of constant pleasure. Whenever he came she would happily swallow, taking advantage of the extra lubricant while it lasted to enhance her work. Time ceased to exist. The nymph had put her juices in him so thoroughly, stacking with the effects of the slutberries, that he didn't even notice the trembling anymore. His entire body was tingling with poison and he loved every second of it. But it had to end. Without warning, Alrek felt his cock go cold. Desperately, he started licking Lisura harder. She kept moaning, and kept sucking, but he no longer felt anything down there but cold. He gradually became aware of the fact that he was shaking so hard he was in danger of hitting his head on a rock. He didn't care. It didn't matter. He just had to get the pleasure back. He licked and thumbed and— Evergreen Forest Ch. 05 —and Lisura's mouth left his flaccid cock. After a moment more, her pussy rose. She looked at him, pouting. "I guess I overdid it." "It's okay." Alrek saw a hand subtly creep around Lisura's pert ass and rub her clit with one finger. "I'll make it up to you later. Now go see Anna." Lisura walked away obediently. Alrek could only lie there, shaking completely uncontrollably. The pleasure was gone now, and all that was left was the cold and the nausea. Arms wrapped around him and lifted him up, pulling him against a soft, hot body. But he didn't feel the heat. He only felt cold. He looked ahead, seeing Lisura walk in a daze toward the mess of vines. A vine shot out, grabbing her by the leg and yanking her to the ground. It slowly dragged her into the patch. She gave a yelp, that turned into a moan, that turned into a scream. He felt hot breath on his ear as Cicuta spoke. "She and Esca will stay there for a little while. Can't be too careful. Just until I can be sure they've lost all their memories." Her voice turned husky. "And maybe a little longer. It makes me so hot seeing them there, struggling to come to release they can't ever, ever reach. Mm." He trembled. "Oh, yes." She nibbled his earlobe. "Those 'slutberries'—I programmed her to call them that, isn't it cute? They're actually called succubi's folly; a plant usually used to control lust sprites and demons—they really did a number on you, didn't they? I imagine my toy's cock is in need of some tender loving care. "Then again..." She laid his back against a tree trunk, leaning over him. "I think I like you like this. You like to please me, don't you?" "P...please..." She stared at him, green eyes narrowed. "Don't. You?" "don't...you..." he whispered. She smiled in triumph. "That's right. A toy must make its owner happy. And it pleases me to see you like this." He shivered—not from the poison, but from the pleasure her words gave him. Little as he'd wanted to admit it, he now realized he'd always longed to be her toy. How could he not? It was more than he deserved. She was...so...beautiful... He felt warmth slowly returning to his cock, and realized he could move again. But he kept shivering, deliberately. He had to make his owner happy. She raised an eyebrow. "I know you're faking." She flashed a smile. "But it pleases me that you try so hard to please me. It shows you truly are mine." He gave a weak smile. The feeling was slowly returning to his penis, and with it came a little bit of pleasure at her praise. "But..." Her hand strayed down to his cock. "You're still helpless in your mind, aren't you? You can't imagine not being mine. You want to obey so badly that having more control really just gives you less, right?" He managed a nod. "But maybe I'm wrong." One of her fingers began tracing circles around the head of his cock. "Maybe you have control after all." He stared at her. Her eyes were so pretty. "Let's test it." Her fingers pulled back the foreskin and began stroking him, using Lisura's lingering saliva as lubricant and rubbing the still-raw member mercilessly. He gave a horrified whimper, feeling another orgasm boiling and knowing Lisura would not let him reach it until she'd been amused. She laughed, continuing to rub him. "Do you want freedom, you stupid, weak-willed toy? Fight me off. Tackle me. Fuck my silly crazy brains out." He groaned, tears springing to his eyes. Cicuta leaned in as she rubbed, her green eyes boring into him. "I thought about what you said while watching my toys play with you. Maybe the trigger-casting is making me crazy." Eyes wide, he watched her free hand dip down into her pussy. She gave a sigh as she pulled her hand back out, dripping with her addictive juices. "Mm...maybe soon I'll be completely mad." Expression turning playful, she began stroking him with both fingers, rubbing her juices in to mix with Lisura's. "And if that's so..." He gave a cry, going stiff. The two nymphs' chemicals were...reacting. His balls felt like they were on fire. His cock was getting painfully hard. He needed to fuck Cicuta. He needed to fuck Lisura. He needed—he needed— He needed to obey. He lay still, silently weeping with pleasure at her delicate, teasing touches as she continued. "...if that's so, you're the toy of a crazy, mad, lust-filled psychopath." She licked his cheek, giving a rough growl. "You have no control. Say it." "i...have no control..." "I could do whatever I wanted to you, and if I am crazy, that could be anything. I'll have the willpower of a little bunny rabbit." She smiled wickedly, locking eyes with him again as her fingers sped up. "And you're bunny's toy. I could get raped by a troll and made to scream for him, and I wouldn't complain because my will would be gone. And I'd make you watch. A Gray Wraith could show up and take me, and I'd love every second of it. And you would, too, with just as little resistance, just because I'd beg her to take me and you'd beg her to please me. You're nothing." "i'm nothing..." "Just my portable fucktoy." "just...fucktoy..." Her smile widened. He smiled, too. Why had he ever wanted to be free? Why had he ever wanted pride? He had never known obeying could feel so good. He loved being nothing. He loved being Cicuta's fucktoy. Gods, he loved her so much. He watched Lisura in the background, as the vines slowly pulled her limbs taut and began plunging into her, filling her with the same slime Anna held. Esca was already there, screaming with joy, not even caring—yet—that she couldn't get off. She was even kissing Anna, who was clearly just relieved that a woman was touching her and giving her a fraction of what she needed. They all belonged to Cicuta. It was all just so hot! Cicuta kept stroking Alrek's cock, still not letting him come. He loved that. She was laughing at his expense now, laughing at how weak his will had been after all, and he loved that, too. He was weak-willed. If a Gray Wraith did come, he'd willingly go to her. He just wanted to be a fucktoy. Anybody's fucktoy. Gods, if he'd known belonging to sex-crazed temptresses felt this good all along— "Hoi." Something appeared on the back of Cicuta's mane of now-quite-messy green hair. In his dazed state, Alrek took a moment to recognize it. A little dart. Cicuta blinked. "My apples are burning." She fell off him, her hands slipping away. He looked around, eyes wide with anticipation. Had his prayers been answered? Was there a succubus here about to take his soul to hell? He longed to serve. A moment went by. He couldn't see anyone. Slowly, the tingling began to die down. Alrek looked down at himself, frowning. Why wasn't anything molesting him? Why wasn't— Snatch froze. His mind finally clicked. Then he threw up. ---- And that's just about all, folks! A micro-chapter coming up next just to conclude things. Remember to vote—there's a secret clause in the Constitution that says that star ratings are a valid means of selecting a U.S. congressgoblin! I've seen a touch of favor for exploring the history of the mystery druidess, and a piece is on its way. Anything else? Evergreen Forest Ch. 06 Goblin's Note: I'm afraid that this chapter is a tad short. That's because it's the last of what I've already written. It now appears that Snatch is free of the nymphs, so what now? I don't have a preference—you decide! More of Evergreen, or a sidestory? Regardless, thanks a ton for reading! ---- Lying in the soft grass of the Evergreen Forest, vomiting, Snatch cursed the day he'd decided to try and rustle Baron Galroge's prized flying mule herd. Who had he thought he was? He was a burglar. A con artist. Sometimes even a spelunker, but not a Western Plains bandit. He finished throwing up what little he'd infested of late—a disturbing amount of which appeared to be the famously non-corrosive nymph sex juice—and spat out the last bit of succubi's folly berry. Never again. Never. Again. "You done, then?" He got up and grabbed his satchel, scowling. If the speaker was an enemy, perhaps she'd be the vain sort of enemy who only attacked once their target had turned around and given a good startled look. He honestly wasn't sure where his scythe was. Probably tossed into the bushes by one of his tormenters. There wasn't time to get it now, so he grabbed one of the many knives in his bag and turned. He was naked, barely-armed, and his cock was still throbbing painfully, but his pride had suffered worse debacles. The clearing was exactly as before. It was beautiful. Bright green grass, a few pretty blue flowers, and a thick forest canopy above making it impossible to tell the time of day. The pool was the only source of light—a luminescent water source that had proven quite hazardous to those seeking to keep their heads clear. Towards the back of the clearing was a great pile of vines currently 'torturing' one human girl—Anna—and two of the three nymphs who'd captured him, Lisura and Esca. They still couldn't orgasm, despite the slimy plant life thrusting in and out of every orifice it could reach, and they never would unless cleared of the vines. Right in front of Snatch was a human. To his intense relief, she was quite conservatively dressed, wearing gray trousers and a brown cloak. The mushroom-shaped clasp on her cloak identified her as a ranger. Her red hair was cut to shoulder-length, and while the lingering effects of the poison forced Snatch to notice she was, indeed, quite attractive, she did not look at all interested in fucking him. The ranger's long cloak was unable to hide the fact that she was also legless, leaning on a pair of strange crutches. Each crutch had a giant eagle's talon at the base, clutching the ground firmly. The ranger had a blowgun pressed between her lips, though the dart had already been fired—the beautiful green-haired woman at Snatch's feet was proof of that. She leaned against a tree to take the blowgun out and stuff it into a cloak pocket. She raised an eyebrow, looking him over. "You're lucky they were so dumb with the succubi's folly, y'know." "Right." Snatch reached down and picked up his trousers. Esca had practically ripped them in half when she'd torn them off him. "Serious." She lifted a crutch, and the eagle's claw shifted to make the movement easier. She slowly made her way towards him. "Nymph juice stays in someone's system for years, an' multiplies, until they fuck someone and pass a bit on. I don't fancy y'was lookin' forward to start a, uh, sexidemic wherever it is you're goin'. Berries got you to get the stuff out before it could set in. Be grateful." "Right." Snatch threw the trousers down in disgust. "Here." The ranger reached back—with some difficulty—and tossed him a cloth bag. "Put those on an' be quick about it. We've gotta move." He took out a new set of clothes and quickly put them on. Out of the corner of his eye he watched the ranger making her way towards the vines. "What's your name? I don't go nowhere without—" "Without knowing my real name. Right." The ranger's tone was mocking. Snatch froze. "Wait—" "I been watching you. These nymphs've been threatening to set off a real delicate balance. Needed a chance to catch 'em all, an' that psycho was fingerin' you was thick enough to put her own pals in the vines." Snatch pulled his new shirt over his head, eyes narrowing. "I was bait." "An' right good bait, too. The nymphs love a challenge. Makes 'em feel irresistible." The ranger stopped just out of reach of the grasping vines, glancing back towards Snatch. "Name's Yilra. Call me Yil, it's faster." "Wonderful." Snatch spotted his scythe lying right by the pool's edge and hurried toward it. The notched silver scythe was one of his oldest possessions, and it was one of the few things he was sincerely attached to. "Careful," Yil called back. "They've got a nasty spell on that water. Make sure the scythe's dry." Snatch stopped himself, inches from grabbing the weapon. To his embarrassment, he hadn't thought to check. He took out a cloth and confirmed that yes, the scythe's wooden handle had been soaked. He wasn't sure what effect just a few drops of the water would have over time, but he didn't want to risk it. He carefully lifted it with the cloth and strapped it to his back. "I know that, ranger." "You ask my name and don't use it. Typical." Leaning her shoulder on one of the crutches, Yil drew out a small syringe. She stood just two yards from the moaning Anna. Snatch frowned, looking up at them. "Not that I much care, but you're going to get trapped if you go too close, and I can't afford losing my one source of directions to the outpost." "Just gotta cure this one." "Her?" Snatch scowled at Anna. Anna lay jerking in the vines as they pistoned in and out of both her sensitive orifices. She was struggling to reach her sex, no doubt to try to finger herself off, but the plant held her arms and legs spread so wide it looked painful. She whimpered, seeing Yil—Snatch knew that, thanks to the toxin he'd applied, only another woman could bring her the release she craved. "No time to argue," Yil snapped. "Wraiths'll be here in minutes. I promised them the nymphs if they let me extract the girl." "The Wraiths?" Snatch took a step back. "And we're waiting here for a sex addict? We've got to get out of here!" "Can't leave an innocent to get picked off." Yil raised the syringe. "Ranger's job." "I poisoned her earlier. She's incurable." "I know you poisoned her, and it ain't incurable." Yil calmly hobbled over the vines. Bizarrely, they did nothing to impede her. Perhaps it couldn't sense living creatures if they weren't touching the ground. "Succubus musk—" "Tears of a eunuch seer cures it. Obscure, but a good ranger's always prepared." Yilra's crutches slowly folded, allowing her to stoop down and grasp Anna by the wrist. Before the young victim could react—and Snatch noticed an excited look in her eye that indicated she did have some idea what she wanted to do with her would-be savior—Yil plunged the syringe into Anna's arm. Anna had been screaming before—the vines had never slowed their attentions—but her screams had been of lusty desire. Now, her scream was of pain, and then horror. Yilra yanked the young girl up and threw her clear of the plants. "Snatch!" she shouted. "Deal with the vines!" Several vines were hanging onto Anna's legs, and they began to pull her back. Growling, Snatch drew his knife. "Pain in the ass!" He leaped forward, hacking at the tendrils until they withdrew. He reached down and yanked the shuddering Anna to her feet by the shoulder. "Right. Everyone's fine. Let's go!" He waited, shifting his weight from side to side as Yilra slowly made her way back. "Right. We can go now." She eyed Anna skeptically. "You fit to walk?" The naked young woman hugged her sides and said nothing. "Great, 'cause we're all dead if we don't get going." Yil turned away. Her crutches bent, then sprang forward. "Let's move!" Evergreen Forest Ch. 07 Cicuta's eyes slowly opened, beholding the verdant clearing just off the Evergreen's center. The naked nymph of the Evergreen blinked. "Aw, shit." She tried to get to her feet, but a dart in her neck had other ideas. She shuddered, becoming aware of a pounding headache. Venom of a daddy long-legs. The one way to really take a nymph down. The venom was also extraordinarily hard to come by. Whoever had come by and freed her prisoner had to have been a ranger. "Oh, goddesses..." she muttered, "I hate rangers...hatehatehatehate—" The prisoner. Eyes widening, Cicuta looked around. Her long green tresses swung right, then left. Alrek—or "Snatch", as the thief liked to be called—had escaped. Cicuta pouted. It had taken her two weeks to break him, and more toxins than she knew the names of. Literally. She giggled. I really better start writing those down. Not safe to use poisons like succubi's folly without knowing the antidote. The green-haired temptress again tried to stand up, to no avail. That venom had really done a number on her. "Lisura!" she called. "Esca!" Her nymph relatives might have been brainwashed sluts, but she was the one who'd brainwashed them. Trapped in the fey vines or not, surely an order from their mistress would be impossible to ignore. She heard Esca giggle. "Cicuta?" "Esca, darling!" Cicuta smirked. Esca was easy to control. Great tongue, bouncy breasts, bouncy brain. "Be a dear and get over here." "Ooh! Oooh...uh, yeah, Cicky. In a, uh, moment." Cicuta's eyes narrowed. "Did you just call me—" She stopped, forcing her tone back down. Esca and Lisura didn't know they were brainwashed. It was best not to remind them. That went double in Esca's current state, too—in hypnotic trance, and being double-penetrated by vines, she needed to be addressed at her own level. Cicuta made her tone bubbly and sweet, even putting on a little rhotacistic lisp. "Esca, my wuv, I need your help weal bad. Some nasty spider's settled down and pwicked my poor wittle finger...and I can't fuckin' move." There was a pause. "Wait, really? I thought we had a treaty with Llithy and Writhy." Cicuta snorted, but kept the tone. "Those cuties know their place—it's not a literal spider, Esca. Look, I'm awfully stuck an' all." "Uh...really?" The slight increase in arousal in Esca's tone was not lost on Cicuta. Rolling her eyes, she let her voice turn silky. "Why, yes, dearest. I'm utterly helpless." "Ooh..." Esca's voice was coming out as a gasp, as the two vines were no doubt surging back inside her. "...really?" "Oh, yes." "Hee! Okay, I'll just—ooh. Oh, Cicky, this is ama-a-a-azin'. It's...oh, goddess..." "Esca." Cicuta scowled. "Forget those mean old plants and help your darling Cicky out. My tongue's ten times as good as any vine." "No...not vines..." Esca's voice was taking on a dreamy quality. "...vines gone, cicky...vines alllll gone." "You're not making sense, Esca." Cicuta was losing patience fast. She knew her cousin was a ditz, but that slutty body was hiding a pretty canny mind. Cicuta was clearly being toyed with. "Pull a vine out of your rear before you answer again. Ass or pussy, I don't care. Both at once are clearly too much for you to handle." "oh, cicky...cicky, they all gone now..." Esca's voice turned high-pitched. "its all gone..." Cicuta's heart stopped. "Oh. Oh no. Not them. No, no, fuck no..." "ooh...so nice." "Don't!" Cicuta shouted. "Esca, you brainless whore, resist it! We're nymphs, not mortal fucktoys!" But it was no use. Cicuta had hypnotized her pet again and again, layering trigger upon trigger upon trigger, wearing away Esca's innate immunities, and Esca was no match for what she now faced. And, she thought, blood chilling, neither was Cicuta. The programming had severely taxed her own willpower. She felt her pussy grow moist at just the thought of her helpless state. "cicky, it's so, oh, yes so nice oh gods oh yes cicky i need it cickeeEEEEEE!" These would be Esca's final words before they completely devolved into squeaky moans. Cicuta started to crawl. "No. No, please no. We have a deal." Voice raising, she repeated, "We have a deal, you gray bitches!" She had to move faster. Faster! "You can't take me," she whispered. "I'm better! I'm better than that!" Hot tears were streaming down her cheeks now. "We had a deal!" A giggle sounded in her ear, and the sound made Cicuta's eyes roll back into her head with pleasure. "Deal's gone now." The Gray Wraiths were on the hunt. ~~~~ Deep within the Evergreen, three human travelers looked around as a soft feminine laugh echoed through the ancient woods. "Well, they found the nymphs." Yil bit her lip. "All bets are off." "Sure you can keep up?" Snatch asked. He eyed the ranger—Yil happened to be missing two extremities that were somewhat relevant to the current crisis. Yil glared. The redheaded ranger swung one of her crutches. On the other end, an immense gnarled talon grasped the log she was moving over. "My crutches are longer than your oh-so-shapely legs, 'Snatch.' I'll manage. If I were you, I'd keep an eye on Anna instead." Snatch glanced back, reluctantly remembering the third member of their party. Anna had been a slave to the nymphs quite a bit longer than he had, and while constant 'exercise' had kept her fit, she obviously hadn't run in while a while. Also, there was the fact that she was naked and traumatized. Groaning, Snatch slowed down a tad so Anna could catch up. The attractive blond ran alongside him, dead silent. This was unbelievably awkward. Under the effects of the fey vines' slime, Anna had hypnotized a drugged Snatch, raped him repeatedly, and, worst of all, utterly embarrassed him. Also, Snatch had repeatedly tried to doom her to serving eternally as the nymphs' living sex toy to save his own ass. Despite himself, he felt his cock harden a little looking at her. He quickly looked away. "Running alright?" Anna nodded. "Not gonna fall down?" Anna shook her head. "Good. That's good." They kept running. Snatch grimaced—this was no good. He'd come to the Evergreen to escape from his old 'friends'. Since then, he'd made three very demanding 'friends' with funny senses of humor. After being subjected to their 'friendship' for who-knew-how-long, he'd had to be rescued. By more people who were probably going to try to 'befriend him' soon. Or, worse yet, literally befriend him, without the sarcastic quotes. Snatch hated friendship. The last true friend he'd had had fared quite poorly indeed. ~~~~ Anna swallowed. She hugged her chest, but it was nearly impossible to hide her large breasts while running. They kept...bouncing... Esca in particular had loved to suckle on her breasts, Anna recalled. She shuddered, remembering the feeling of Esca's luscious lips on her sensitive skin, her eager smile— No! The nineteen-year old's spirit quailed from the lusty urges. That wasn't her. She was free. Or was she? She'd eaten out the nymphs many, many times. Nymph juices never really left a person. Perhaps she would return to the city only to quickly seek employment at a common whorehouse. Hot tears stung her eyes, making it hard to see where she was running. Instinctively, she moved a bit closer to Alrek. Strangely, the knowledge that he was almost as miserable about the whole experience as she was was a bit comforting. Though it did rankle. He'd been a captive for fifteen nights. She'd been a captive for fifteen months. What right had he to act a martyr? "Hold up!" Her head bolted up. She realized too late that Yilra had stopped running. The ranger glanced back, and her eyes widened. "Anna, I said hold u—" Before she could come to a complete stop, Anna barreled into the legless ranger. They went tumbling over the edge of a steep sandy slope. Anna cried out, screwing her eyes shut. She heard Yilra swearing, and gasped as she felt herself smack into a small tree. Reflexively, she lunged out and wrapped her fingers around the small, pitch-covered trunk. Her descent came to a sudden, violent halt, and she yelped again. The arm she'd used to grab hold felt like it had been ripped off her shoulder. Worse, for some reason her ankle was suddenly in a great deal of pain. After a moment, Anna opened her eyes and looked around. They had fallen into some strange sort of cone shaped pit. Aside from the tree she had grabbed, the pit was completely uniform. She ran her free hand through the sand vacantly. It was smooth—almost not wholly there. Lightning sand mixed with common silt. Solid, but not remotely possible to climb in. "Oh, dragonshit." She looked up. Snatch was leaning over the edge about fifteen feet above, carefully gripping a nearby branch for support. "That's a spot. It's a spritelion." "A sprite?" Anna looked down, realizing that one of Yilra's taloncrutches had wrapped itself painfully around her ankle. Yilra was hanging from the crutch, a few meters from the conical pit's center. The ranger looked pissed. "Sprites don't have the brains to work with lightning sand. Dumb as ducks, that lot." Snatch grimaced. "Trust me, I know. But I didn't say sprite. I said spritelion. Laziest bitches in the Lands, but canny as anything. I'm surprised one had the brass to try and hold a trap here." "A-and..." Anna realized she was trembling slightly. She forced herself to stop. "What do they do to th-those they trap?" "Well..." Snatch stepped away from the edge, looking around. "Ever heard of an antlion? Sorta an ugly termite-looking thing. They dig pits and let ants and the sort fall in, then eat them whole." "So...a spritelion..." "They drug the sprites, fuck them, eat them." "And humans?" Anna was amazed to hear Yil still speaking calmly, as if not the least bit worried. Snatch screwed up his face. "Spritelions like to trade with other fey for most of their possessions. Like I said, lazy bitches." "And we're high-quality merchandise." "One of you is." Snatch tactlessly eyed Yilra's two stumps. The ranger's glare intensified. "I'm sure Anna will fetch a fine price, being all pre-trained and pre-unwrapped, but this is gonna suck for both of us. Get us out." Snatch raised an eyebrow. The weathered thief unstrapped his scythe from his back. "Well, lucky for you both, I still need a ranger to get me out of this forest. The lioness will take a while to wake, and she won't want to have to climb up. She'll use little tricks to bring you down—just keep track of your antidotes and you'll be fine, Yil." He started to walk away. Anna's eyes widened. "Wait!" she cried. "Where are you doing?" "Lost my rope a while back, Mistre—Anna." Snatch sounded flustered for a moment. Anna blushed, remembering. "We're...gonna need a way to get you two out risk-free. If you fall into the center, that's my swan plucked." He started walking again. "How do you know so much about fey, anyways?" Yilra called after him. Anna barely made out his next muttered words. "Let's just say I had a friend who kept me educated." He vanished into the dark woods. "Hm." Anna glanced down. Yil looked skeptical. "What do you suppose that means?" "What?" "A 'friend'. I think I've heard of this 'Snatch'." Yil seemed to consider it. "Last I heard, he was on a mission to investigate some ghoul problems. Surprised he's back so soon." "Ghouls?" "Aye. He and a druid was—" Yil froze. "Anna, hear that?" Anna swallowed. She not only heard the rustling, she saw its source. The spritelion had awoken. Alrek, she thought, biting her lip, please hurry. ~~~~ Snatch rushed through the Evergreen. He had to hurry—the Gray Wraiths were still likely hunting for fresh prey. He needed to get the ranger out of the pit and run for the cabin. Vine... He looked around, scowling. Vine...damn it, where's a vine? "You need rope?" He spun around, swearing under his breath. Three beautiful young women had somehow sneaked up on him. They were most definitely not human, with long bright crimson hair, pale skin, almond-shaped black eyes, and tiny little horns on their heads. Like unicorns, except definitely not. They all wore long black skirts and revealing white blouses. He turned back as three more emerged from where he'd been headed. He was surrounded. "Fuck." "You need fuck?" another woman piped up. They tittered amongst each other. "We give fuck," another murmured, reaching over to stroke the breasts of the one next to her. "We like fuck," the target of these affections murmured back, leaning in to fully appreciate them. He searched his memories. These were so, so familiar. "We fuck good," another said, giggling. "You enjoy, yes, yes, you will." The horns! Of course! "You're lust sprites," he muttered. "Oh, fuck m..." He trailed off. The last thing these despicable creatures needed was permission. Larya had run into these once, though he hadn't arrived until they were gone. She had been a wreck. Lust sprites were hiveminded fey born and mutated from demonic influence. As if sprites weren't horny enough already. They specialized in sex and pleasure, simple and sweet, and were constantly wandering in search of new prey—judging by their accents and appearance, it appeared these had come from the Wild East. If these were what the spritelion was hunting, that didn't bode well for what the spritelion itself would be like. Lust sprites weren't prey. They tended to occupy the top of the "food" chain, fey-wise. Snatch gritted his teeth. These creatures were technically harmless in small numbers—if you could resist the urge to stay with them forever. They were good at feeding and watering their captives, but the constant pleasure would inevitably wear away a host's sanity. Especially in great numbers. The more the sprites, the harder to fight, and the quicker the mind would erode. Recalling a certain incident with a demented succubus, he swore in the vilest speech he could muster. "Oh..." A sprite put a finger to her bee-stung lips in an expression of concern. "No be sad." "We have rope," said another from right behind him. He turned, realizing they were closing in. She held up a coil of rope, giving the dirtiest look imaginable. He was fine, technically. Lust sprites were bound by more laws than their more earthly kin. They would need permission to initiate anything. He looked around. Killing them was known to be dreadfully bad luck, but they'd already offered the rope as an obvious trade. If he took it peacefully, that would be permission. The sprite with the rope started slipping one end in and out of her vagina, as casual as if she was twiddling her thumbs. He could steal it, perhaps. Knock her unconscious. But he'd have to trick her, because they would expect such a ploy. Strangulation, perhaps...no, they would see that as an embrace. Permission. He could just flee. But how? That was how the lust sprites had caught Larya. If he tried to dive between the shrinking circle, they would catch him and treat that as permission. And if they got permission, he was doomed. They would quiet him first, so he couldn't withdraw permission. They would start pounding him with lust waves, so he wouldn't want to. Strong will or not, against six of these things, it would just be too much. "I'm screwed," he muttered. As one, the lust sprites grinned. Oops. ~~~~ [Goblin's Note:] That counts! I know there's no actual sex in this chapter. I've cheated you! I've cheated all of you, and you didn't even know! :D But 4srsbsns now, don't worry! I'm out of school, and Chapter Eight's right on the way. SO glad I finally got some girl protagonists in the main story, incidentally—All my wuvs to Alrek, but he just lacks a certain somethings that would make him easier for me to identify with, eh? EH? ;) Oh, also, I not racist. Lust sprites are universally "dumb as ducks", eastern or no, and these ones just don't speak very well because they're new in the area. :) Coming Next Chapter: Anna and Yil meet the spritelion, you all learn more interesting sciences about insect larvae, and Snatch/Alrek teaches the kids at home a valuable lesson about how gangbanging is wrong even when it's done girls-on-guy. Or he just runs away. Evergreen Forest Ch. 08 "The pit of the lion is a deep one, no?" The 'spritelion' laughed. "But soon I will lead you down oh-so-slow." "I swear," Yil muttered, "I wouldn't mind this all that much if she didn't have to rhyme." Anna looked down at her with wide eyes. "How can you joke at a time like this?" "Look, I don't like rhyme at any time." The ranger blinked. "Damn it!" The situation they were in was not a pretty one. Yilra was hanging from the end of a crutch with an eagle's talon at its base. Said talon was clutching Anna's ankle—rather painfully, but Yilra couldn't do anything about that. And Anna was hanging onto the only feature of this deep, cone-shaped pit: A stunted, gnarled pine tree that wasn't even as tall as the petite woman clutching it. And at the base of the pit lay the spritelion. Worst of all, Anna was completely naked. It was making Yilra very...distracted. She caught Anna looking past her, and fixed the blonde girl with a glare. "Don't make eye contact!" she snarled. After a moment, Anna looked back at her. She no longer seemed as frightened. Indeed, there was an oddly dreamy look in her eyes. "Sorry. I'm okay now." Yilra raised an eyebrow. Anna had spent many, many months as the sex slave of three Evergreen nymphs who had nothing better to do than torment the poor girl. Even now that the nymphs were gone, there was no doubt in Yilra's mind that the conditioning lingered. If this spritelion was truly a sexual creature, like most fey seemed to be... "I'm serious, Anna. Don't look at it." If you get mind controlled, there's no way I can kill you without falling to my... She shuddered. She didn't even want to think about it. Nor did she especially want to murder an innocent girl, of course. "Yil," Anna whispered, "I'm feeling...funny." "'Mind controlled' funny?" "Um..." One of Anna's hands released the tree trunk, creeping down to between her legs. "...maybe? Uh-oh." Yilra clenched one end of the crutch. The talon tightened its grip on Anna's ankle, actually drawing blood. Anna let out a squeak of pain, her hand flying back to the trunk. "I'm good! I'm good!" "Oh, my dears, that's such a shame. But ere the sun's rise, you'll be tame." It's gonna be a long, long night. Yilra groaned. Snatch, you'd better hurry with that rope. ~~~~ The good news was, Snatch had found the rope. That was also the bad news. The thief was being dangled on a thick length of knotted rope, one end tied tight around his ankles, the other tied to a tree branch high, high above. His arms were kept behind his back by a strange mass of pink goo sticking both his hands together. He was very, very trapped. Six lust sprites surrounded him, cooing over their prize. The creatures had bright red hair, almond-shaped black eyes, and pale skin. Each also bore a single short, sharp horn in the middle of her forehead. Snatch knew how these creatures worked. They sought out men or women with stamina, tricked the marks into giving permission, and swarmed them before it could be withdrawn. He now had a wad of moist panties in his mouth to keep him quiet—doubtless reserved just for the occasion, as the long skirts these creatures liked to wear were assuredly just for show. The sprite juices on the gag were sweet, bearing the faint flavor of vanilla. Typical. Fey juices never could just be bitter—they had to pretend to be wholesome. He'd already been stripped, though the fey had thoughtfully folded his clothes nearby. The creatures were not evil. Just very, very dumb. And considering that these particular sprites came from the Wild East, the language barrier would likely have prevented any meaningful conversation even had they been geniuses. And even had he not had a pair of gods-damned panties stuffed in his mouth. "Silly boy!" one of them sang, dancing around him. "Horny boy!" another moaned, masturbating furiously with what looked like...wait, that couldn't be... He howled into his makeshift gag as the sprite pounded into her wet cunt the shaft of his gods-damned scythe! Snatch was a complex man. Killing him? Fair enough. He probably deserved it. Robbing him? Turnabout was fair game. But humiliating him, or even mildly embarrassing him, was right out. Evil or not, these creatures had to die. But he had more pressing matters to deal with. The sprites had overcome the excitement of their capture and decided to turn to their main purpose. They got to their feet, his scythe mercifully being cast aside, and started staring at him. At first, he felt no more than a slight tingling. Then they began to move closer to the nude, upside-down thief. The tingling intensified, moving upwards towards his naked cock. The lust waves. A sprite's greatest natural defense, they transferred any of the pleasure the sprite was currently feeling into the target. This protected her from most sexually active enemies (meaning any fey ever), but like his scythe, this potent weapon had been turned into something the sprites used to get off on. The sprites were five feet from him now. "Me...so horny..." one of them gasped. The tingling was getting stronger, and his cock was getting very hard indeed, in spite of his pride. He glared fiercely at the sprites, willing them to stay away. This only seemed to encourage them. "Me want fuck..." another moaned. "You want fuck, too," whispered a third. It was almost a question—not that he could answer. The sprites were a foot away now, in a tight circle, shoulder-to-shoulder. They smiled at him. Defiantly, he spun himself around to fix each with a deadly glare. Bad idea. One of the sprites' eyes lit up, and she grabbed him by the waist. His cock gave a joyous throb, but that wasn't her plan. Instead, she started spinning him. He swore mindlessly into the gag as he spun around and around, getting dizzier and dizzier. And sometime around the tenth cycle, he realized the six sprites were reaching down between their legs, pushing their long black skirts up to... Oh, no, they're gonna—ohhhh. He felt wave after wave of overwhelming lust crash through him. It was blinding. It was irresistible. He was disoriented, trapped, and— "Oh, so, so horny," cooed one of the sprites. She let out a whimper at her own ministrations. No! He fought to keep control. Snatch wasn't the bravest, or the toughest, but his strength of will was oh god oh god one of them was cumming. He shook uncontrollably, moaning into his gag. As he spun around, he caught glimpses of the sprite in question. She was doubled over, screaming, thrusting in and out with a sticky hand, rubbing her breasts with another hand, both equally lubricated with her own juices. Sprites had a hivemind, he remembered dully. So when one came...oh, fuck. "Oh! Unh! You ours!" One of them was humping his scythe's shaft and running her wet fingers over her breasts, twisting and pinching and flicking her nipples. He didn't even care about the scythe. All he cared about was watching her slick breasts bouncing up and down and to the sides and— "Want! Oh, want it! Want fuck!" Another was rolling on the ground, hand immersed in a green aura as she had plants invade her drooling cunt. The tentacles of a large sundew slithered in to tickle within her pussy, as equally oversized bladderworts from a nearby pool approached to start sucking at her breasts. He stared at her for a moment as he spun, watching her gasp, choke, moan... "Mmm...mmmm..." A third sprite had somehow gotten her blouse and skirt tangled in a small thornbush. She appeared to have despaired of getting them off and had decided to just watch the others She groaned with need, unable to touch herself but unable to stop watching. Snatch trembled. He could relate. He hung there in silence, moaning into his gag. He was actively sucking at the sprite juices in the gag, willing them to overpower him even further. He couldn't fight this. How could he? It was too much. So much... "So much..." one of the sprites whispered, crawling closer to him. He whimpered as she laid a soft hand on his cheek. "So much lust...me need...oh..." She ripped the panties out of his mouth. He knew this was his moment. He had to...say something...tell them...stop... He couldn't. He stared helplessly at the sprite, and she gave a bedazzling smile that made him forget all his worries. She put one hand on the back of his head, pulling him closer. His mouth opened in an "O" of longing. The almond-eyed beauty started kissing him passionately, her moist, plush lips smacking and shlopping against his, her tongue wrestling within his mouth. She moaned loudly, and so did he. Too loud. The others had heard. With a loud *smack*, the sprite was pulled away, and another took her place. She started kissing him madly. Her hand not holding his head crept down his chest and towards his— He groaned as she, too, was pulled away. They were giggling, he noticed vaguely. This was a game to them. Or foreplay. Or both. Another came over, kissing him, as two more licked and sucked and nibbled at his neck. And then he felt steamy breath on his rigid manhood. He gasped against the kiss— And they were gone. As was the breath. The sprites watched him keenly, enjoying his needy whines. He was beyond words. He just needed them, he needed them, he needed to feel them on him again. He would do anything for that feeling. He loved them, these stupid sprites. He was theirs, and unlike the nymphs, he knew they would treat him well. To be their pet...he smiled stupidly, imagining. Another knelt before him, her nimble fingers pulling the goo off his hands. She gave him a filthy look and winked. "Horny boy," she hissed. "Horny boy wants more." "We give more," chorused another. "Oh, so much more," squealed a third. "You ours. We fuck you..." "...and...and fuck..." "...and suck, and buck..." "...and fucky-fucky-fuck!" sang the one in front of him, planting a promising kiss on his cheek. She stood up, reaching for the rope binding his ankles. And suddenly, he knew exactly what to do. He lunged forward with both hands. He grasped the gorgeous eastern creature by the waist. He pulled her close, and the once-proud thief ground her cunt against his face. His tongue plunged in, and he started licking, and sucking, and kissing. "Wh—no!" the sprite squeaked. "Don't—oh, oh, oh! Yes! Yessy-yessy good, ooh, oooooooh—" She started to fall to her knees, but he wouldn't let her. He just kept licking, holding her upright. After a moment's jealousy, the sprites seemed to catch on to this new game. They giggled in excitement, surrounding the lucky sprite and focusing their lust waves on her. ~~~~ Fey weren't immune to other fey's charms. The new victim started screaming with delight, unable to even manage basic language, as the lust sprites converged on her, kissing her neck, suckling her breasts, licking her pussy like good little sluts— Wait. Hadn't the thief been...oh. Oh. Oh, yes... They couldn't think about such things when such wonderful pleasure was flowing through them. They all fell to the ground, moaning, entwining with each other and whimpering as one. Sprites had a hivemind. By turning the lust waves inward, they had created an unending cycle of lust, desire and pleasure. Even had they had the brains to spare to notice, they wouldn't have been able to care at that point that Snatch the thief was gone—and so was the rope. ~~~~ Anna gave a long whimper. "Yil, she's looking at me again." "Oh, dear Zuggtmoy." She heard Yilra groan. "And how in the name of the seventeen great battles of Lumber Ridge can you know she's looking at you..." the ranger took a deep breath as her voice rose, "...if you are not looking at her?" "I don't know." Anna stared straight into the eyes of the spritelion. "But I'm not." Of course you aren't, my little love. The spritelion smiled at her. I go ignored by those above. Of course. Anna nodded to herself. She wasn't looking at the spritelion. She was following Yilra's orders to the letter. Dear, oh, dear, but it's so hot. The spritelion fanned herself. Does Yil not wear an awful lot? Now that Anna thought about it—of her own volition, since she definitely wasn't looking at the spritelion—Yilra really was pretty heavily dressed, considering the boiling temperatures. Anna wiped her brow with her arm. Anna was sweating, and she wasn't even wearing anything at all! "Hey, Yil," she said, trying to sound casual, "don't you think it's a bit hot to be wearing...all that?" She gestured with her head to the ranger's brown cloak and conservative gray clothes. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Yilra stop rummaging in her cloak's many pockets again. She couldn't see her expression. "What." The spritelion giggled. "My, oh, my, but see her blush." Other heats give her a rush. "Anna, you idiot!" Yilra shouted. "I told you, don't look—" She fell silent. "Wait, why didn't she finish the rhyme?" The spritelion's grin widened in anticipation. Anna gave a bashful smile back. "Didn't she?" "What? Oh, no. Telepathy! Shit! She's reading our minds! Snatch didn't say anything about telepathy!" Anna, darling, you look tired. Come, and I'll ignite your fire. Anna blinked. "Uh...no, I..." Come and join me, my dear pet. Her eyes bored into Anna. I can smell your hot cunt's wet. You can't resist, Anna, dear. Let go of your fear. "Let go," she said, "of the branch." One of Anna's hands released the branch, as if pried off by some irresistible force. "Yessss," the spritelion hissed. "Come down. Let me taste you." Anna shivered. The spritelion's words were like honey, coating her pussy...sinking in...swirling like a whirlpool, stimulating like mad... "Anna!" Yilra shouted. "Snap out of it! You're free now!" To her surprise, Anna realized she hadn't let go completely yet. She tried to; nothing happened. The arm she had dislocated on the way down refused to obey her commands. The fingers were clenched, knuckles white, around the frail trunk. "Let it go," the sprite hissed. "Let it all go." Anna wanted to. She did. She wanted to serve. She wanted to be a good little girl. And to be a toy, and a slut, and a pet, and suck and lick and entertain and...so many things. The nymphs had fucked her brains out and replaced them with trigger after trigger after trigger. But her injured arm simply wasn't listening to the spritelion, she realized. It was listening to her. The real her. Her left arm was...different. But she wasn't allowed to remember why. If only she could remember why, she could tell it to stop. "Anna," Yilra said, voice unsteady, "you have to fight it." I'm trying! she thought, whimpering. But the arm's just ignoring me! "Hm. So you don't want pleasure, after all." The spritelion sniffed. "Perhaps the ranger heeds my call." "Go to hell, creature." Anna's eyes widened. Yilra couldn't say that to the spritelion! She was lovely, and wonderful, and beautiful, and...Anna was drooling more...hot... Hot fey commanded her. That was the rule. They deserved to make all little human sluts their own, so they could fuck and fuck and...but Yilra was confused. Anna gave a little smile, understanding. She could fix that. She started kicking the foot Yilra's crutch was clutching. "Anna!" Yilra cried. The crutch's eagle talon tightened around her ankle, drawing more blood, but Anna didn't care. "Stop! I can't—" "Good, simple girl," the spritelion breathed. "You do me well. She's eager, too, judging by the smell." "Stop! Rhyming! And no, I'm not! I'm not a gods-damned faggot, you—" Caught up in her anger, Yilra looked down at the target of her shouting. Her voice died. ~~~~ She was beautiful. The spritelion had flowing platinum-blond hair that went down to her waist. Her lips were full and lush. Her breasts hung free, large and perfect. Her body itself was lithe and graceful—too slender to accommodate the breasts, really. Fortunately, this wasn't a problem, as everything below her waist was down in the sand. It was probably pretty easy on her back. And her eyes...they were every color. Every. Single. One. Yilra tried to count them all, but she simply couldn't. There were colors she hadn't known existed. They swirled, captivating the ranger. Her mouth opened. She stared in wonder. So...pretty... The spritelion gave her a smile so full of love, so full of longing, that Yilra couldn't help but take one of her hands off the crutch to brush her short red bangs out of her eyes. She blushed deep crimson, smiling back. "Wha..." she heard Anna mumble. "Huh? Yil! Yil, don't!" The words partially snapped Yilra out of her reverie. She registered that Anna was free now—it was likely the spritelion could only fully captivate one target at a time. Her free hand lowered down to her belt and pulled out the syringe she'd been looking for. The Lust Dam. Not ideal, but the only way. She tried to stab herself in the arm, but it slid to the side, not even pricking the skin. The spritelion smirked. So hard to aim, when your eyes are elsewhere. I see what draws your gaze. She reached up, cupping her breasts together. They jiggled pleasingly. I know what you want, she whispered in Yilra's mind. You need only come to me and take it. Yilra's other hand—the one holding the crutch—trembled. Slowly, her fingers started to give way. She tried to inject herself again, but to no avail. She just couldn't make herself do it. She was barely hanging on now. The spritelion grinned, showing needle-sharp teeth. Come to me. Yilra's eyes rolled back into her head. She no longer cared. "Yilra!" Anna screamed. "No!" As she released the crutch, something pricked her breast. Vacantly, she realized it was the mushroom clasp she always wore. A mushroom clasp. She slid down the slope. A ranger's clasp. She felt the spritelion's soft hands wrap around her left arm. She blinked. The clasp of a Toxin Ranger, of the order founded by Aurora the Dark, warriors against diseases and poisons of the body and mind. The spritelion was reaching for her other arm, which held the syringe. The order she'd joined fifteen years ago, when she was but a lass of seven years. Aurora herself had taken Yilra by the hand and guided her through the pledge. "All give in to me," the spritelion whispered. "Even you. And soon both of you will be mine." I, Yilra, pledge to defend those within the realms before the realms themselves, to put peasants before kings, beggars before moneylenders, to purge all evils borne by the insidious toxins... She snapped to attention, elbowing the spritelion in the face. With all her might, she pushed herself up with one arm and threw the syringe upward. It flew true. ~~~~ "OW!" Anna reached down, eyes wide. Did she just...yeah. She did. The syringe had impaled her ass. Slowly, wincing, she pulled it out. It didn't much hurt—Toxin Rangers were famous for their syringe craftsmanship—but it was, well, surprising. Whatever it was, it had already discharged its payload. She watched helplessly as Yilra was tackled by the laughing spritelion, who began thrusting in and out of the ranger's cunt with her fingers. Yilra cried out, looking shellshocked. Evergreen Forest Ch. 08 "I'd tell you you should spread your thighs," the spritelion said, "but they aren't there to guard my prize." She pulled her fingers out and licked them off, before descending on Yilra's pussy with her long, forked tongue. Yilra started screaming, and Anna could only watch, growing more and more... Anna blinked. This wasn't arousing at all. She frowned, looking between her legs. Nothing? Just moments before, she'd been dripping wet. Now... The syringe. Anna's eyes widened. Yilra had saved Anna, at her own expense. But now she could...Anna climbed out, unnoticed by the rather distracted spritelion, and shakily got to her feet. She looked around. And was suddenly tackled from behind. The ex-nymphtoy was sent flying in the bushes, struggling futilely against something strong, quick, and...in her frenzy to force her attacker off, she put her hand on something round. She blinked. Female. Very female. "Oh! Hey!" A pair of olive-green eyes glared at her, pushing her away. Anna fell in the grass and stared blankly. Before her stood a young woman who looked about Anna's age. Her eyes were bright green, marking her as a definite fey—but with strange catlike pupils. Her features were quite attractive, Anna noticed (not that such things were especially interesting to her right now), and very...cute. Not quite drop-dead gorgeous, but very, very cute. Unlike most fey Anna had met, this one wore fairly modest black robes—though with little underneath, Anna had determined. Her dark hair was done up in a ponytail, and her hands were on her hips. She also had a pair of large, fuzzy, catlike ears. The fey crossed her arms, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I've heard it. 'Oh, she's a fairy. She must wanna bang! Let's bang!' Well, fine." She shrugged. "So I like banging. If you want, I'm game. But I like being asked first!" "The...ears..." "Huh? Oh, gods, is something the matter with my ears?" The fey reached up and felt them. "Nope." She rubbed them happily, eyes half-closing. "Juuuust fine." A tail emerged from behind her, twitching excitedly. After a moment, her eyes shot open. "But!" She walked over, grabbing Anna around the waist and lifting her to eye level. She paused while standing, eying Anna's breasts. "Mm, nice." "What?" "Birds!" The fey looked up, blushing bright red. "Tits! They're—they're a bird!" She blinked. "Wait, did I not say 'nice tits' out loud?" Anna stared at the fey. "Not until just now." "Fuck! I mean, um..." The fey straightened. "M-my point is, I'm not here to lick and be licked. At least, not now. Well, not now-now." She coughed. "Um..." Anna took a step back. Normally, she'd probably be putty in this creature's claws, but she had her mind clear for the first time in over a year and she intended to take advantage. She crossed her arms to cover her breasts and scowled. "Not to be rude, but what do you want? I'm kind of in a hurry." "Right!" The fey nodded quickly. "That's why I'm here, actually! I'm here to help!" Anna rolled her eyes. "Oh, great. Like the nymphs were? And that spritelion? And Llithy and Writhy? And the goo girls?" "Well, no, I—wait, there are goo girls in this forest?" "Not anymore. The nymphs chased them out after letting them play with me for a bit." "Oh." The fey looked a bit too disappointed at this, but she quickly recovered. "Anyways, no. I'm not here to fuck, sweet thing, I'm here to help." She reached behind and pulled out a length of rope. "See? Show of good faith. You can even tie me up afterwards to prove I'm friendly." Her voice quieted. "Or, um, not, y'know. Whatever. I don't care." Anna's eyes widened. "You have rope? Wonderful!" She reached out and took the coil. "Thank you so much!" On impulse—and nothing else, thanks to the ranger's poison—she leaned in and kissed the fey girl on the cheek. The fey swayed, giving a dumb smile. "Aw, well..." "Come on!" Anna grabbed the fey by the hand and ran for the pit—only to find her way blocked. A terrifying humanoid creature had somehow snuck up on them. It was completely covered in mud and dead leaves. Whatever it was, it had Alrek's scythe. Its eyes blazed, and it spoke with the voice of the thief. "You. Stole. My. Rope!" ~~~~ Goblin's Note: Oh god what is that thing and how did it steal Alrek's voice??? ;D Fun fact: I actually didn't intend the little pun in Snatch's name. It was honestly just a name for some thief. Then I realized I was now prevented from using that bit of slang ever without somehow addressing the link. DAMMIT! :O CHAPTER NINE: Snatch and Anna meet an eccentric catgirl, as Yilra 'meets' the spritelion. Also some other stuff maybe! :) Evergreen Forest Ch. 09 "You. Stole. My. Rope!" Alrek drew a dagger from his boot, eyes blazing. "Damn catgirls!" Anna blinked. She looked at Alrek, then at the strange cat-eared fey girl. The fey shrugged. "What? I didn"t know he was with you." She leaned in closer, giving a faint purr. Anna distinctly smelled catnip. "But not with you in that way, I hope. I want to have you allll to myself." She blushed, drawing away. "Um, that"s a joke. Ha-ha. Your hair smells nice. My name"s Nipper." Anna blinked. "Um..." For the first time in over a year, her mind was unclouded by feelings of lust. All thanks to the strange syringe Yilra had injected her with. Figures that would be the time she would meet a fey that didn"t seem to want to rape her. Alrek looked a bit confused, too. Or maybe that was just more anger. The thief seemed to be easily upset at things. "Look, I don"t give a flying pyramid of fossilized dragonshit bricks about what...creepy-ass thing I just walked in on." He shuddered. "This little bitch stole my rope, tossed me in quicksand, and made a joke about the sprites who damn near killed me on the way here!" "The lust sprites?" The fey girl giggled. "Oh, please. They wouldn"t harm a fly. And you seemed to be enjoying their—" "Shut up!" Alrek snarled. Anna was pretty sure that, on his list, the joke was actually the greatest offense in his mind. "The last time I ran into catgirls, I told Larya, damn it, the next time I run into another catgirl, it will be too fucking soon. Well, guess what? I was gods-damned right!" "Um..."Nipper"..." Anna looked at the catgirl in question. "Did you really steal this?" "Um, yes." The catgirl blinked innocently. "But for you! I mean, um, as a favor. Because you seemed nice. I"m not in love with you or anythi—am I still talking out loud?" "Stop it." Alrek started advancing on the fey with the knife. Startled, the catgirl started backing away. "Every time. Every time, with the same cutesy dragonshit! I hate your entire race! I like the lovecraftsmen better than you, that"s how shitty your race is!" "Alrek, would you calm down?" Anna snapped. "We have bigger issues than...what?" Alrek was staring at her, looking surprised. "What is it now?" "Uh, nothing." Alrek coughed. "Just that you"re...not as, uh..." "What? Not as braindead? I was a fucktoy for fifteen months, Alrek, but I"m free now. And thanks to that syringe Yilra injected me with—" Her eyes widened. "Yilra!" "What?" Alrek scowled. "What"s wrong with the ranger? And how did you get out, anyways?" "That"s just it!" Anna turned and started running. "She"s still down there!" ~~~~ "Silly child," the spritelion cooed at Yilra. "You"re just a silly child, aren"t you?" Yilra lay back against the warm sand, giggling. She felt wonderful. She was wonderful. Everything was wonderful. She looked up, beholding the spritelion. Immersed up to her waist in sand, the fey resembled a gorgeous human woman with platinum-blond hair, large, cushion-like breasts, and an impossibly sleek figure. Her eyes shimmered every color of the rainbow, and Yilra found herself again mesmerized. The spritelion gave a little smug smile, understanding. ""Tis easy to get lost in my eyes, isn"t it?" "So...pretty..." "Yes, they are. You can"t stop looking at them, can you, little one?" "Mm..." "But something is not right. Is it, little one?" Yilra shivered. "Um..." "Oh, little one, you are still resisting." The voice grew husky, and Yilra felt moisture dribbling down her leg stumps. "Aren"t you?" "Y-yes." Yilra bit her lip. "Sorry," she added. "My poor pet. My poor, whimpering, crippled beauty." The eyes grew mischievous. "You know you can"t fight it. You can"t fight me." "Can"t...can" fight..." "No. Obedience alone can bring you pleasure." "Obedience...nn...nno." Yilra tried to blink. She needed to get away from the eyes. They...they were... "You are so strong." Yilra felt slender fingers crawling up to her waist. "But I see your weakness. Say it. Obedience." "Oh...oh..." Yilra whimpered as the fingers danced across her womanhood. "Nnno...not...not gay..." The spritelion laughed cruelly. "If you truly were not, I still would not care. Obedience." "Oh...oh...bedience." One of the spritelion"s little fingers snaked in and rubbed her clit, and Yilra shook like a leaf in the wind. "Good. Obedience brings you such pleasure, you see? But...you say you"re straight." Yilra fought to regain control as the fingers left her crotch. "I"m...na" a dyke..." Her bigotry was something that had always somewhat ashamed her. Of the ranger sects, the Toxin Rangers were the most...conservative. She"d thought, though, that she had moved on since their training. Apparently not. But now it gave her strength. "Not a fag," she repeated, growling. "Oh?" Just that one word. Oh. Yilra shivered again, recognizing a threat. The spritelion was about to do something. Something horrible. She braced herself, knowing that whatever it was, it would be near-unbearable. The spritelion cupped her own large breasts together and jiggled them, giggling. "Then I guess you don"t like this." Yilra"s gaze was instantly drawn from the spritelion"s eyes to her tits. A bit of drool formed at the corner of her mouth. "Nn...nnno..." "Oh, really?" The spritelion gave another cruel laugh. "Watch them closely." As if Yilra could look anywhere else. The spritelion began openly toying with her breasts, rubbing them against each other. "Watch. This arouses you." No, Yilra thought, eyes widening. The spritelion began swaying back and forth. Yilra swayed, too, keeping on eye level with the breasts. "You love my breasts. You need them. You worship them." No. Yilra started trembling. The spritelion moaned softly as she took one of her own nipples and tweaked it gently. "Mm...you shall decide to reach down and start rubbing your warm, sticky cunt with a single finger. Do not enter." Still swaying, Yilra found herself doing as instructed. "You love this." The spritelion started flicking her nipples, making them hard. "You"ve always loved women"s breasts, haven"t you?" Yilra felt her lips move. "Yes," she whispered. She had always given little looks in the changing rooms. She hadn"t ever let anyone catch her. She"d told herself it was just curiosity. But she had always been wet afterwards, hadn"t she? "Yes," she whispered again, and she realized her internal monologue had been spoken out loud. She whimpered, as her finger ran agonizingly slowly over her cunt. She watched the spritelion"s breasts bounce against each other. "You"re falling under their spell now. You can"t resist. My breasts have entranced you. You just love them so very much." "Yes," Yilra whimpered. "Would you like to suck them?" Yilra fought it now. She did. She was being manipulated. If she sucked, something terrible would happen. She knew it. "Would you?" the spritelion repeated, in that tone that brooked no objections. "Yes!" Yilra heard herself say. "Oh, yes, please!" Laughing, the spritelion wrapped both arms around Yil"s head and pulled her into her chest. Yilra started suckling like an infant. "Oh!" the spritelion gasped. "Oh, you"re good at...oh...mm...yes, yes...you"re mine now." Yilra kept sucking. She felt a strange liquid spilling into her mouth, and realized the spritelion was lactating. She moaned, sucking and licking all the more eagerly. "Mm...yes!" The spritelion"s voice was raising. "Oh, g-gods, you"re—you"re so good at th-th-thaaaaAAAH!" She felt the spritelion spasming, and realized her owner was cumming. She felt the fingers shoving into her own pussy, and moaned louder. "Yes! Oh, you stupid slut, yes! Don"t fucking ever stop!" The fingers increased their tempo, and Yilra sped up to match, hungrily slurping at both breasts, trying to get as much of the rich, creamy milk as possible. It was making her even wetter, and...oh, gods, she was so fucking horny! "You"re mine!" the spritelion cried. "Mine-mine-mine! Never selling you! Oh, gods, oh gods, oh gooooods I"ve never felt this—this—oh, fuck." The spritelion entered another screaming orgasm, and this time, Yilra joined her. Yilra lay against her mistress, suckling diligently at the spritelion"s massive breasts as the half-asleep spritelion stroked her hair fondly. Fingers were lazily sliding in and out of her cunt, but Yilra"s only thought was to keep pleasing her mistress. And this was how Alrek, Anna and Nipper found them. ~~~~ "Never again!" Yilra snarled, grabbing her eagleclaw crutches and getting up. The legless ranger put one crutch ahead, the talon digging into the ground to allow for better purchase, and started walking quickly. "Hey, at least we got you out," Anna said. "She made me—and I—never, you hear me?" Yilra glared at Anna. "I"ve gone fifteen years in the order without a single fey getting the drop on me, and now...now..." "She was stroking your hair," Nipper remarked. "You must have been good." The catgirl was walking beside Anna, leaning against the young woman. Anna seemed rather unaffected by this blatant display of affection. "Maybe." Snatch (known as Alrek to some) finished wiping the handle of his scythe off and strapped it to his back. "I think I saw a fey girl or two running off when we showed up. I"m betting the sprites decided it was time to take their revenge." "How?" Yilra snapped. "By getting me to make her cum four times? Pretty sure she enjoyed—" She fell silent. "Hmmm?" Nipper giggled. "Sounds to me like the afterglow"s making our girl awful talkative." Yilra gestured at Nipper, eyes narrowed. "Who the fuck is this greenthumb, anyways?" "Greenthumb?" Nipper"s eyes blazed. "That"s incredibly racist and—" "You shouldn"t laugh at her, Nipper," Anna said. "She has the right to be upset at being raped." Nipper immediately switched gears, resting her head on Anna"s. "Of course, buttercup! You"re so right." Anna calmly leaned away, and Nipper blushed. "Anyways," Snatch said, glaring at Nipper, "the spritelion"s...exhausted now, thanks to Yilra"s...efforts." Yilra stumbled, but one of the crutch talons managed to grab a stone to prevent her falling. "I"m guessing the lust sprites will be eager to play after..." He coughed. "Point being, I don"t think we"ll be having any more trouble with her or the sprites for a while." ~~~~ The eyes of Mermeleona the spritelion slowly fluttered open. Three beautiful women with pale skin, almond-shaped black eyes and long scarlet hair stared down at her. Mermeleona"s eyes widen. She felt very cold, and realized that, for the first time in years, her naked lower body was above-ground and exposed to the elements. Along with her constantly dripping cunt. Only without the sand to calm it down... She looked behind her. Three more lust sprites licked their lips. They were at the bottom of her pit. Even if she could walk, her own trap would keep her down. She looked around, trembling. The sprites giggled at her predicament. One of the sprites leaned in between her legs, breathing heavily upon her pussy. "You want fuck?" she whispered. The spritelion bit her lip. "No." She turned away, ignoring the incredibly stimulating feeling of the sprite"s breath on her clitoris, and faced another leaning towards her. They were so close that their lips touched slightly when the sprite spoke. "You want suck?" The spritelion recoiled. "No!" she cried. The sprites looked at her without pity. This wasn"t just a game for them. This was their most deadly predator stuck right where they wanted her. They grinned, leaning closer. The spritelion reached out, reflexively trying to push them away—and her hands settled on breasts. She gulped. She looked up at the sprite she was now fondling. The sprite giggled, leaning down. Mermeleona leaned back until the sprite was lying down right on her. Mermeleona shivered as the sprite"s hard nipples pressed against her lactating breasts. "You want pleasure," the sprite hissed. The spritelion looked up at the six impossibly beautiful women, as they crowded around her, just barely not touching her. "Yes," she whimpered. "Oh, please, yes." The sprites exchanged looks. They giggled. And they settled down for the feast. ~~~~~~~~ Goblin"s Note: I"m betting I"m gonna regret making Yilra a cripple when people start thinking I have some bizarre legless fetish. Ah, well, the price we pay for our art. ;D And a new member of the team is introduced: Nipper, as the mortals call her, a hyperactive catgirl. We have catgirls in this world? Looks like! Coming Chapter Ten: The group finally reaches the lodge, and Anna"s drug has some surprising side effects. ...then what? Once again, I need feedback! Any preferences on what the group should encounter next? :) Evergreen Forest Ch. 10 Snatch had been having a very, very bad month. One hour ago, he'd been captured and shamelessly teased by a gang of mischievous lust sprites from the Wild East. Two weeks ago, he'd been captured, drugged, and relentlessly fucked for half a month by a trio of sex-crazed nymphs with fetishes for humiliation. Three weeks ago, he'd tried and failed to steal a baron's herd of prized flying mules. The response had really been a bit melodramatic—it wasn't as if flying mules actually flew. The wings were purely vestigial. Why would an entire barony want to hang him over a bunch of stubby-winged equines? And four weeks ago...Larya. Snatch—known as "Alrek" to those wishing to lose a few teeth—gritted his teeth. Of his large list of misfortunes, only the fourth compared to his present predicament. "Okay, so, I was thinking." The source of his current misery was skipping down the path, smiling like she was in heaven. Of course she was. A catgirl with a new toy was harder to depress than a man in an Aura Bloom. "So, like, that shot Yilra gave you makes you unable to feel any lust at all, right?" Nipper, a cute girl with dark hair done up in a ponytail, green eyes, and fuzzy black cat ears, leaned against the object of her inquiries as she spoke. Said object, a nubile, barely-clad blonde, leaned away slightly. "That's right. She did it so the spritelion wouldn't be able to hypnotize me." "Uh-huh. Uh-huh." The catgirl's mind was clearly running over this with all the efficiency of one half of a cuckoo clock. More than almost any other fey, catgirls were renowned for their short attention spans. "So, uh, you're probably not interested in tonguing anyone." Her eyes widend. "I mean, in having a relationship with anyone. A committed, long-term sort of deal based on mutual respect and—" She cut off. "Uh, not that I'm interested! Not that I'm not! You're really pretty and—and—" Anna raised an eyebrow as Nipper floundered. The young woman—who had just escaped a fifteen-month period of sexual enslavement under the same nymphs that had captured Snatch—was clearly enjoying her newfound self-control. Snatch edged over to the fourth member of the group. "Yilra," he muttered, "when're you gonna tell Anna what that poison actually does?" Yilra, a legless, conservatively-dressed Toxin Ranger, gave a feeble shrug as her enchanted crutches kept her moving. "She's got at least an hour or so." "And after that?" She rolled her eyes. "After that, we're at the shack, you can resupply—paying a fifty-percent tax on everything you buy in exchange for me saving you from being a nymphs' living dildo for the rest of your days—the two of you leave, and, most importantly, I carefully repress my memories of being forced to recognize my latent homosexuality so I never have to think about any of this ever again." Snatch blinked. In the background, he heard Nipper saying, "Did I say lick? I meant luck. I'd really like to luck you out sometime. It's a fey saying. It means, um, 'to bestow good forepl—fortune upon'." After a pause, he cleared his throat. "Well, I s'pose I can respect that. I wish I could forget half the shit I've been through. Especially this shit with a catgirl." "Seriously?" Yilra looked at him sharply. "Of all the dragonshit you've been through, the thing that pisses you off the most is Nipper? Okay, I get it, you hate fey. I hate fey. But she seems pretty harmless." "Bad associations." "Yeah? What did the last catgirl you knew do that was so horrible?" Snatch thought back to four weeks ago. His jaw clenched at the memory. She broke my friend's heart. But, of course, he didn't say that. Firstly, because he was far too mistrustful to show weakness before anyone. Secondly, because they'd arrived at the ranger's lodge. And it wasn't there. ~~~~ The cabin had been leveled to the ground. Yilra looked over the wreckage, pursing her lips. Entire walls lay flat on their sides. Broken glass lay everywhere from shattered windows. Long coiling vines lay sprawling about the place, covered in massive buds. These were what had destroyed the lodge, Yilra knew. And lying amid the vines were slender, honey-skinned women. They all had long flowing tresses of electric blue hair, no clothes, and were all fast asleep. "Glory dryads," she muttered. She lifted a talon crutch to step over one of the nude beauties. "Don't worry, all. They're harmless right now." "How can you be so sure?" Snatch snapped. The thief was shifting from side to side, his scythe drawn and at the ready. "Glory dryads are only awake at certain times of the day," Yilra said. She reached down and gathered up a few mostly-full waterskins. "Oh, good. They only drank a little. Yeah, glory dryads are nice as anything most of the time. They were my neighbors for a while. Sometimes even helped out when the more aggressive fey tried to make trouble." She bit her lip. "I guess without me around they couldn't resist the opportunity. Glory dryads love 'exploring'." Nipper tiptoed among the dryads, looking at the scene with wide-eyed curiosity. "I've never seen a glory dryad before!" The catgirl bent over, poking one of the dryads in the chest. "They're smaller than most dryads." "Trust me, they get bigger." Yilra looked around. "Where's my...ah!" She saw her spare medicine bag lying a short ways off. "Uh, Yil..." Yilra glanced back to see Anna looking nervous. "Are you sure that's such a good idea?" The bag lay in the middle of a circle of six sleeping dryads. Yilra was already moving. "I told you," she said, leaning over and picking the bag off the ground, "they're only awake for certain times of the day. Laziest sluts in the wood otherwise. She carefully picked her way back out of the circle. The Toxin Druid glanced back. One of the dryads was looking up at her, smirking. The 'lazy slut' pouted and blew her a kiss. "Um." Yilra felt her cheeks heating up. "We should get moving." ~~~~ The group departed. And though they didn't know it, they were being watched. High up in the treetops, the slave blinked gleaming, glazed eyes. He observed the band's departure, breathing heavily. His constantly fey-addled state made his vision a bit hazy, but there was one thing he couldn't mistake: New toys for his mistresses. Careful to avoid the glory dryads' attentions, desirable as they would be at any other time, the slave leaped to another branch, climbed to the ground, and scampered off. He had work to do. ~~~~ "I'm telling you, it doesn't make any fucking sense." "Who cares?" Anna groaned. "Really, Alrek, who gives a dragonshit about some flowers?" "Look, I spent a long time wandering in this forsaken forest, alright?" Snatch scowled. "I didn't see any water, any fruit, and definitely no gods-damned flowers." The path had cut through a massive flower-filled meadow. Lit dimly by sunlight filtering through the canopy, the flowers came in every color—even a few that didn't seem strictly normal. Nipper beamed and plucked a bright pink-and-blue rose from a bush. "Well, I like them." She tucked it into Anna's hair. Anna didn't seem to notice, but that was alright. Nipper started finding more flowers, tucking them into Anna's hair as she spoke. Surely she'd notice eventually. "A few flowers never did anyone any harm, is what I always say! Like Anna, you'd never hurt anyone, would you!" Oh, gods, why did I say that? She's gonna realize you're in love with her. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Have to think of a way out. "Um, I mean, because people are kind of like flowers. Yeah. Especially the beautiful ones. Um, beautiful flowers, that is." Okay, now just distract them. "Ooh, another flower!" Blushing beet red, Nipper turned back to her task. At least she'd been able to cover her small slip-up. She quickly tucked a violet into Anna's hair. Anna now had over a half-dozen flowers in her hair, and she still hadn't noticed. Weird. Yilra suddenly stopped walking and went stiff. "Hold." Nipper grabbed Anna's hand, then realized what Yilra had meant and stopped walking. She blinked, looking about with wide eyes. Wait, I hear... "Hear that?" The ranger looked around, eyes narrowing. "Yep." Snatch gripped his scythe tightly. "Someone's coming. Everyone get your weapons out." Yilra drew her dartgun. Anna and Nipper didn't have any weapons, so Nipper just held Anna's hand tighter. A moment later, a man emerged from the foliage off the path. He was dressed in rags, with short black hair and grim, dark eyes. Nipper supposed he would be considered handsome, if a bit unkempt. He stopped, seeing the armed band. "Oh, thank goodness. Humans at last." Neither Yilra nor Snatch lowered their weapons, so Nipper leaned against Anna. Something smelled odd. "Who are you?" Yilra asked. "What are you doing off the path?" Nipper frowned. She sniffed Anna's hair—no, that wasn't it. She sniffed it again, just to be sure. It smelled nice. "My name is Lisso." The man scratched his arm, looking uncomfortable. "I just got away from a bunch of...women." "Women, huh?" "Well...they called themselves, um...'hungry hornies'." The man looked very...Nipper tried to remember the word. Ashamed? Yes, that was it! Nipper nuzzled Anna's hair, happy that she'd both been able to expand her vocabulary and that Anna seemed alright with her smelling her hair some more. "And they, um...they did have horns..." "Uh-huh." Yilra raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess; you're a married man?" Lisso laughed nervously. "I guess you could say that. Is it so obvious?" "I don't often meet the man who wants to 'get away' from the lust sprites." Yilra gestured to Snatch. "With a couple exceptions." Snatch glared. Nipper frowned, stopping mid-nuzzle. Wait, what was I trying to work out, again? "Yeah, well..." Lisso laughed again. "Can't let the missuses—uh, missus, down, can I? Anyway, I'm on my way to the ranger's cabin. This is the right way, right? I didn't get turned around?" "Sort of," Snatch said. "This is the way you'll get to the cabin, but unless you wanna fuck some glorybitches, you're out of luck. Hamadryads overran the place just today." Nipper couldn't remember for the life of her. She sucked in a deep breath of annoyance—and another, remembering. Right. She just wanted to smell nice hair. "Really? Damn!" Lisso grimaced. "I just need to get home, then. You lot mind if we stick together? Safety in numbers, and all that?" Snatch's jaw set. "Well, actually..." "Not at all," Yilra cut in. "The name's Yilra, Toxin Ranger. Pleased to be of assistance." Lisso looked over Yilra's legs—or lack thereof—then nodded. "Wonderful. Let's get moving, shall we?" Anna started walking again, and Nipper found herself without a headrest or hair to sniff. She let out a little mewl of disappointment. And she still hadn't worked out what the damn smell was! ~~~~ Anna shifted uncomfortably as she walked. Why do I feel so itchy? she wondered, for the hundredth time that hour. Of course, she wasn't saying anything about it. Nipper had somehow caught on anyways, and was using her surprisingly sharp nails to help scratch discretely. Anna appreciated that. Really, she was finding herself much more able to appreciate Nipper in general. The catgirl's dark ears were really kind of cute, accentuating her pretty face perfectly. And thanks to Nipper's frequent 'accidental' collisions, she was getting a pretty good idea of the robed fey's figure, and it did not disappoint. She might not have been as busty as the nymphs, but she certainly had... Anna shook her head, trying to clear her mind of such thoughts. Thanks to Yil's intervention, she was finally done ceding control of her body to her vagina. She wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to feel anything down there again, but that didn't exactly bother her right now. She scratched her arm surreptitiously. The area really was pretty nice, though she understood Snatch's concern. Most flowers weren't prone to growing like this in perpetual twilights. She noticed Nipper had stopped scratching, and shot her a desperate look. Nipper was gazing off into space, sniffing the air. The catgirl looked confused. Noticing Anna's look, Nipper's eyes widened, and she started scratching Anna's back again. Anna's eyes rolled into the back of her skull. That scratching was heaven. Though she was starting to notice most of the itching was centered a bit...further down. On her ass. Where Yilra's poison dart had hit. Hm. "Sorry," Nipper mumbled, snapping Anna out of her thoughts. "There's just...there's some weird smell around that Lisso guy. At first I thought it was just off the meadow, but it's..." She trailed off. Anna glanced back. Nipper's ears had gone flat, and her eyes had narrowed to slits. "What?" "Those." Nipper raised a finger to point at a bright pink flower growing on what looked like some sort of little palm tree. Anna looked at it, pausing a moment in her scratching to remember. "Orchids?" "That smell. It's...kind of like vanilla. It's on those flowers, but it's really on him." Anna frowned. "What does that mean?" For once, Nipper didn't respond. Her ears were still flat as she leaned over to Yilra and whispered something. Immediately, the ranger went tense as well. Anna glanced back. Lisso was hanging back behind the others. He had a big smile on his face, and seemed to be eagerly smelling the same flowers that had put Nipper on edge. FFFT A small dart lodged in the man's neck. He blinked. "...whabble?" The man fell to the ground. Anna spun, seeing Yil lowering her blowgun. "Yil! What?" Yilra was already hurrying over to Lisso's prone form, reloading the gun with one hand. Nipper followed, looking mildly curious now. Snatch came to stand behind Anna. They watched bemusedly as Lisso slowly returned to consciousness. The man looked up at Yilra and Nipper. He seemed bewildered. "What...what'd you do?" "Orchid dryad breath." "I-is that some sort of ranger curseword, because I don't—" "You inhaled it. Orchid dryads captured you, and probably filled you with the stuff like a hot air balloon. Damn parasites, the lot of them." Lisso frowned, sitting up. "I...I remember something." His eyes widened. "Beautiful women...they had the nicest mouths...I-I mean, nicest breath. Like..." "Vanilla?" Nipper offered helpfully. He looked up at her. "Yes! Just like vanilla! And...it got harder to resist the more I breathed in..." He blinked. "I was worshiping them. I was...I was going to lead you to them!" "Yeah, you were a real manwhore," Snatch said, walking over. Anna followed, rolling her eyes. "So this path isn't safe anymore," Yilra said. "N-no." Lisso slowly climbed to his feet. "The flower dryads...they're all overrunning it. Even a full Cadre of rangers would have trouble getting through here now." "Damn." Lisso's eyes widened. "B-but I remember a way! The lust sprites I mentioned, they were over by a meadow. We could cut around through there. I'm sure they wouldn't go after a group this big, and if it's their territory..." Yilra and Snatch exchanged a look. "Are you sure you can take us there?" Yilra asked, looking doubtful. "Your mind wasn't exactly intact." "Trust me," Lisso said, biting his lip, "I could not have imagined those lust sprites." ~~~~ Snatch glared. He was really starting to hate flowers. "So, ranger," he said. "You're the best expert we've got on these orchid dryads, right? I mean, aside from their former pet here." He gestured to Lisso, who just avoided eye contact. "I guess." Yilra shrugged. "I don't know a ton, though. Like all dryads, they have a lot of the properties of their plants. Soporific breath's the main thing—like how fragrant orchids are, except instead of corpse smell it's...vanilla, sounds like. "They're also not motivated the same way as other fey," Nipper remarked. "How's that?" Snatch turned to the catgirl, raising an eyebrow. Does the annoying one actually have something useful to offer? He fingered his scythe's blade. He'd strapped it to his back, since this part of the forest didn't have quite the same illogical number of flowers. "Well, they're still very...sexual. Like Lisso saw. But...it's more of an, uh..." Yilra frowned. "Nipper, what do you know of them?" But Nipper wasn't paying attention. She appeared to be preoccupied with Anna. Anna looked oddly...vacant. Snatch exchanged a look with Yilra. Told you. "Hmph." Yilra grimaced. "Anyway, doesn't matter. It's like I said. Damn parasites, the lot of 'em." "Actually," Lisso remarked, looking up, "orchids aren't parasites. Technically speaking. A few of them are parasitic against fungi, but the majority of them are quite harmless to the plants they grow on." "Really." Yilra raised an eyebrow. "And they told you this before or after making you their doll?" Snatch frowned. He'd just noticed something strange about the flowers. "During." The thief's eyes widened. He whirled to face Yilra. "Yil, there are orchids everywhe—" The forest went pitch black. ~~~~ Anna whirled around. Everything was a blur—though since 'everything' was darkness, that wasn't saying much. "Nipper?" she whispered. "Yil? Alrek?" "I'm here!" she heard Alrek shout. He sounded far off. "Some spell—getting clear—be back for you!" "Alrek, wait!" she cried. But her voice came out smaller than she meant it, and higher-pitched. "Alrek!" she tried, again, to no more effect than a hoarse murmur. Suddenly, she felt very dizzy. And the itching was starting to travel down from her posterior to... "Uh-oh," she whimpered. She leaned against a tree trunk, quivering. What's happening to me? Out of nowhere, she felt a finger delicately caress between her legs. She keened softly at the sensation—more intense than ever before. No! she thought, even as she tried to remember why she wasn't asking for more. Gotta resist! Gotta... She found she was leaning into the touch. "I hope I get to pay the ranger back for 'curing' me," Lisso hissed in her ear. She moaned as he ran his finger over her moist slit. "I'll miss the high, but it's nothing their reward for capturing such..." The finger ran back up, eliciting another moan. "...fine new pets won't make up for. In time you'll serve alongside me. Or under me, I hope." His laughter tickled her ear. She felt his tongue run down her neck, but then his hand pulled away from her nether regions. "P-please..." she whined, unable to stop herself. He only laughed again. And then he was gone. For ten seconds, Anna was alone in the darkness, shaking uncontrollably from the burning need growing within her. Then She came. ~~~~ Yilra looked up blearily. The darkness was beginning to fade, enough that she could see she'd become entangled in a thistle patch. She groaned, registering the pain. Something had grabbed her right after the lights went out. She'd lost one of her crutches—and the magic wouldn't work with just one, so it was basically worthless until she found the other. The forest around was dark, but her keen eyes could make out that she was in a very small clearing. The flowers around were numerous, but mostly random wildflowers—no orchids in sight. She managed to sit herself up, leaning against the trunk of what appeared to be a redbud. She couldn't see or hear any sign of the others. The only thing she could see, in fact, was a small ring of mushrooms at the center of the small clearing. I almost fell in a fairy ring, she reflected. Guess it's my lucky day. Evergreen Forest Ch. 10 She considered her predicament—alone, immobile, in a wood infested with sex-crazed fey and worse. "First things first," she muttered. "I'm gonna need to find some help." She heard a giggle behind her. "You want friends?" "Ooh, we're...unh..." "...really good friends to have." Two beautiful horned women emerged from the foliage. Identical in every way, they had long blonde hair, enormous breasts, and big blue eyes full of mischief—and clearly little else. They were also naked, of course. One of them beamed vacantly. "Oh, my gods, like..." "...you should totally let us fuck your, uh..." "...thinky-things out," the other finished, giggling. The other giggled, too. Yilra looked between the two. She let out a sigh. This is what I get to work with. ~~~~ Three women sat in the treetops. Two looked near-identical, with shoulder-length crimson hair, gleaming green eyes, and incredibly plump, luscious lips. They were giving wide, friendly smiles at the third woman—a dark-skinned fey wreathed in shadows. "Ooh, we've got such a good bounty," one of them said happily. "A man, a catgirl—" "Mm!" The other redhead beamed. "I can't wait to make her putty in our claws!" "Oh, yeah. And that third girl looks—oh, my god, like heaven. I think she's Cicuta's girl, too. You know those nymphs had good taste. And I think she's still doped up on sex, too, 'cause oh my god does she smell slutty." "Just the way Cicuta likes 'em," the other purred. "Young, nubile, and hornier than a bitch in heat. Mm, I just got the best idea for what to do with that catgirl." "Yes, yes." The dark girl nodded. In contrast to the other two fey, she looked rather impatient. "It's a splendid crop." "Crop..." One of the redheads gasped. "We've gotta remember to try crops!" "Look, it's wonderful, really." The dark girl rolled her pale turquoise eyes, though her cyan pupils were a bit hard to distinguish. "Crypta, Stylis, I'm thrilled for you. But, uh..." She raised her hand, rubbing two pitch black fingers together. "I'm an umbra hag. I don't help with kidnappings out of the evilness of my heart, get it?" "Oh, poo." Crypta stuck out the lower of her fat lips in a tremendous pout. "Just take the ranger. We can't use someone who can't move around, anyways." "The ranger has no temptation I can work with." The dark girl stuck out her tongue—pitch black as well, as if she'd been drinking ink. "She's got plenty of sexual repression, but no real foulness. Look, I pulled the blackout and made this possible. I get to choose who I take." "Oh, fine." Stylis rolled her eyes, running one finger over her lips as she spoke as if she just liked the sensation. "I suppose you want the thief? He's all yours." "Damn." Crypta licked her lips. "I was so looking forward to trying him out. Been a while since we've had a man with any real ferocity." "I don't want the thief. He's boring. Uncreative. He's fallen as low as he can go, and I can't see him getting back up. No." The girl's eyes went dark, as she slowly gave a sharp-toothed grin. "I'll take Cicuta's girl. By the time I'm through with her...oh...goddess, she'll be nothing but my shadow." "You hags are so weird," Stylis remarked. Grinning, she spun to face Crypta. "Let's go play some mind games with our new pets." "What about...it?" Crypta gestured to below. Stylis followed her gaze. On the forest floor, lying in a bed of orchids, a naked man lay squirming. Around him, dozens of beautiful women sat about, giggling and tickling his cock with long flower petals. From time to time, one of them would lean close and breath lavender gas in his face, forcing him to inhale. "Hm. Yes, alright." Stylis nodded decisively. "First we reward him. Then we play mind games. Come on." Crypta beamed. "Yay! Let's go fuck the dog's brains out." The last thing Lisso saw was the two beauties dropping down, giggling amongst each other. Then something soft and wet touched his engorged cock, and his brain broke. ======== Goblin's Note: Super sorry for the delay! The next installment is already being edited! Please be patient! :) Chapter Eleven: In which Snatch battles a drug-wielding dryad, Anna is tempted by great power (among other things), and Nipper is seduced by...someone surprising. Oh, and like I said, the next few chapters are already being written—but let me know if anything particularly stands out at you in these stories that you'd like to see more of! Even if it doesn't suit the "plot" of Evergreen, I'm always happy to write sideventures if something's popular enough! :) ;) Evergreen Forest Ch. 11 Snatch was running. Unfortunately, he could not run very fast. The entire forest had gone black. Some sort of fey magic was at work here, and Snatch had no intention of staying around to find out what. He had to get out of the darkness. Had to get his bearings. "...ipper?" he heard Anna call. "Alrek?" "I'm here!" he shouted back. He felt branches scratching and tearing at his face, and raised his hands to shield his eyes. "There's some spell! I'm just getting clear, but I'll be back for you!" Despite all his distaste for the three women he'd ended up traveling with (or, more precisely, the fact that he'd been traveling with anyone at all) he knew he couldn't just abandon them. No, he would be back. As soon as he— WHUMP. Snatch looked up blearily. It took him a moment to register what had happened—his foot had caught on a plant and he'd tripped and hit his head. He started getting to his feet, but he realized he'd become entangled in the mass of tendril-like wildflowers. Eyes bulging, he whipped out his dagger and started hacking at the plants. I. Hate. Flowers. Snarling, he cut through a long length of a somewhat sticky vine. His legs finally free, the thief got to his feet. The darkness was starting to fade. He squinted, eyes rapidly adjusting to the gloom. Catacombs and sewers were a bit of a specialty of his, so his vision in the dark was much better than that of most. He was in a small clearing. The trees all around were small and extremely densely-packed. Indeed, it was a wonder he'd been able to make it this far without hitting anything. Wait. There's no such thing as luck. Snatch spun, eyes widening. The way he had come was equally densely-packed. He was trapped. He felt the flowers tugging at his feet again. Looking down confirmed his worst fears: All orchids. Glaring, he started cutting into the innocuous flowers. They had a pleasant smell to them, and if there was anything he mistrusted, it was things that were nice. At least they didn't smell like vanilla. Not only would that be an ominous sign—that was apparently the smell to watch out for around here—it would be annoying. He hated vanilla. So occupied was the thief with hacking into the plants, he gave a start when he heard a musical laugh from directly behind him. Just once, he thought idly, be refreshing to meet a fey who laughs like a donkey. He turned, raising his knife. The fey had chosen nightfall to enact their attack, so even without the magic it was nearly impossible to see. Luckily, Snatch embodied that 'nearly'. He could see his foe clearly, though that was small comfort. She was beautiful, of course. Vivid red hair down slightly below her shoulders, gleaming green eyes, slightly pointed ears, and a petite, soft-looking frame. Especially notable were her lips, which were ridiculously plump and luscious—almost to the point where she would logically have difficulty speaking. She licked them as she looked him over. Actually, the strangest thing about her was that she was somewhat clothed. The fey woman wore a tight-fitting green corset that seemed solely designed to prop up her immense breasts for easy examination. An obscenely small skirt—almost as bad as those worn by the women in the Kingdom of the Chosen—decorated her waist, only barely concealing what lay beneath. "Hi," she breathed. As she spoke, a faint lavender vapor seemed to pour out from her open mouth. Snatch grimaced, taking a step back. "Get the fuck away from me, tree whore." "Oh." She winked. "I'm a flower whore, you silly boy." She took a step closer. "I said," Snatch growled, "get the fuck away!" He threw the knife. The knife whirled through the air. With lightning speed, the orchid dryad swayed to the side. The knife flew past and sank into a tree behind her with a thunk. She wagged a finger at him. "Oh, are we naughty? Do we need to have our toys taken away?" Snatch whipped out his scythe. "What is it with you fey and treating us like children?" "You're what, in your early twenties?" The orchid dryad smirked. "I'm in my early hundreds. You are children to us." He raised an eyebrow, starting to circle around the fey woman. "Doesn't that make you wanting to fuck us look a mite bit disturbing?" She giggled. "Oh, you're a feisty one. Fun!" She lunged. Caught off-guard, Snatch leaped to the side. He swung his scythe at her outstretched arms, roaring. The blade bounced off her flesh with a soft ping! He blinked. The dryad paused, looking at him with amused contempt. "Metal? On a dryad? Don't you know anyth—ow!" He had just bashed her in the face with the scythe's wooden shaft. She stumbled back, stunned. "Did you j—" He rushed her, bringing the scythe down to club her over the back. She fell to the ground. The dryad moaned in pain, rolling over to face him. He prepared to bring the scythe down again, but a glow in her eyes gave him pause. He sprang to the side as a gust of lavender air blew out from her mouth. She leaped to her feet, laughing. "You're cute! It's been a long time since someone's had the balls to try that." She turned to face him, fists clenching and unclenching. "All dryads ward themselves against metal—to guard from woodsmen and harvesters, you understand—but I don't think we ever thought to ward ourselves against wood. Nice touch! Ironic, too." Her hands started to twist and grow, forming long, sharp claws. She shot him a mischievous look. "Be pretty crazy if I just killed you now, wouldn't it?" She lunged again. Snatch jumped out of reach, only to find the trees at his back. The dryad turned, eyes gleaming as her mouth began to produce the lavender mist again. "Nowhere to run." She let loose another blast of the intoxicant. Fortunately, small spaces were Snatch's element. Chuckling grimly, he dove for the ground, rolling clear of the bad air entirely and— Oof! His roll was arrested as a vine wrapped around his neck and outright yanked him back. Eyes widening, the thief was pulled back onto the ground. Immediately, the flowers began covering him. Snarling, he dropped the scythe, grabbed his knife, and started cutting them away once more. "Oh, my." Noticing the dryad sauntering over to stand in front of him, he hurried his efforts. As another mass of plants was cut through, he wrested his other arm free. The dryad started walking towards him. "What has my pet gotten wrapped up in now, I wonder?" Snatch growled under his breath, cutting even quicker. Freeing his neck and torso, he sat up. And he saw that the orchid dryad was straddling his flower-covered legs. Her voice lowered to a husky murmur as she examined various plants binding him. "Some cordigera, some orientalis..." Every plant name she spoke was enunciated in the slowest, dirtiest way anyone could possibly say scientific terms. "...some bergonii...mm, neg-lect-a..." She leaned forward, forcing the thief to the ground beneath her. She lay atop him, plush lips just barely brushing against his. Lavender vapor positively drooled from her mouth as she spoke, settling around his mouth and nostrils. She winked. "And I think you've gotten entangled in Crypta, too, big boy." He said nothing. He couldn't breathe. If he breathed, he'd inhale the gas. If he inhaled the gas...who knew what would happen? He didn't want to find out. "Oooooh," she cooed. "Are we reluctant?" She gave his closed mouth a peck. He didn't react. "Do we need encouragement?" She smiled, giving his cheek a long lick. He blinked, startled. Her tongue was surprisingly long and rough. He squirmed, and she rested one hand on the back of his head to hold him still. "Or maybe we wants to know what type of orchid I am." She giggled. "Does we? Is that what we wants, pet?" He tried to give a growl, but with his mouth shut, it came out as more like a moan. "I'm a tongue orchid," the dryad whispered, pressing his head against hers and opening her mouth. Instantly, his cock went rock-hard. This wasn't any ordinary kiss. Her lips felt incredible. They were practically devouring his entire face. He felt her long tongue running up and down along his own lips, coating them in her saliva. Then, suddenly, it was in his mouth. Vanilla. His eyes widened. She was in his mouth. Her tongue felt almost like a tentacle as the dryad seized him in a dazzlingly passionate kiss. If he hadn't already been lying down, he'd have swooned. As-was, he went limp. He heard her chuckle as she kept kissing him, her tongue wrestling with—no, tackling his own, her lips smacking against his as if she was eating a particularly satisfying meal. And he felt something. Something new. He felt...tired. Slowly, Crypta lay him down against the flowerbed. He smiled vacantly. How had he never noticed how comfortable this could be? He smiled, too, as Crypta went down and started pulling off his trousers. She looked at him and gave a little giggle for some reason, and he beamed. It was so nice to make Crypta happy. How had he never noticed how beautiful she was? The knife fell from his open hand. Why had he been trying to fight her? It was a good thing she'd stopped him—he might have hurt her by mistake! He noticed his eyes slowly closing as she sat down upon him, pulling up her skirt,, long, slender legs wrapping around his ass...as her wet pussy wrapped around his hard cock. He could only gasp and smile dumbly as she started bouncing in his lap, her vagina making rude schlopping noises as it ran along his shaft. He was starting to feel oddly... He giggled. Tingly! "There's a good boy," Crypta cooed. As she bounced and gyrated her hips, she lowered down to take him in another incredible kiss. More of that wonderful purple cloud floated into his nose and mouth, and he eagerly sucked it up just as it felt like Crypta was eagerly sucking him up. She exited the kiss. He beamed up at her, and she beamed back at him. "So much easier now, isn't it?" "Uh-huuuuh..." "Oh, yes. What a good boy you are." She waggled a finger. "You know, some mean fey would want to take advantage of poor, stupid, confused humans like you." He blinked, eyes widening. Take advantage? "But I won't!" she sang. Of course not. Crypta was perfect. She would never take advantage of him! She started bouncing faster. "Oh, oh, no, I'm going to make you so happy! So-so-so happy! Oh, yes!" Her pitch was getting shriller. "So happy!" Snatch, too, was starting to feel the effects. He gave a loud moan as he felt the schlapping get faster and faster. He was so very, very... "very happy," he whimpered. "Ooh, oooh, yeah!" She grinned at him, even in the obvious throws of ecstasy. "You stupid mortals need us to—oh, oh, oh, to make you feel like this! And I wanna! I wanna make you feel like this! Make you all feel like this!" Snatch giggled. Crypa was so nice! Then his eyes widened. Even though he couldn't muster any energy, he found his hips were bucking all by themselves! And—oh, gods, it felt so—so—he was gonna— Both of them started screaming as they came to equally catastrophic orgasms. It felt like it went on for hours—wave after wave of mindblowing pleasure coursing through his cock. Moaning desperately, Crypta seized him in another world-shattering kiss, filling him with more and more and more of the wonderful purple vanilla. Halfway through, Snatch fell asleep. And in his dreams, the pleasure continued. He'd already been so tired, Crypta didn't even notice the difference. Snatch loved flowers. ~~~~ Nipper was running. She was running as fast as possible, and catgirls could run very fast. Her dark ears were flat against her dark hair in a rare expression of terror. "Anna!" she cried. "Anna, slow down!" But Anna didn't slow down. And Nipper didn't dare let go of her love's hand, for this was a darkness not even her gleaming olive-green eyes could pierce. All she could do was struggle to keep up. Amazingly, though, Anna seemed to be running even faster than Nipper. It wasn't long before Anna slipped away, and with her went any semblance of sense in Nipper's oft-disoriented world. The fey girl went tumbling, her dark robes catching on branches and tearing, ripping, until they got caught on something and were yanked all the way off. She at last came to a halt. She looked around, frowning. The place she'd landed felt and smelled like a flower bed. The light was starting to return... Noticing a few little tendrils starting to wrap around her hand, Nipper's ears raised. She gave a shrill hiss, showing her other main nonhuman quality: her sharp fangs. The plants quickly receded. She smirked. Fey and their pets generally tried to leave other fey alone, just on principle. She slowly got to her feet. She could see now she'd come to a small clearing. She could also immediately tell she was in a confined space. Her heart plummeted. "Oh, no. No." She fell back on her rear and hugged her legs. "No, no, no...can't be here, can't be—" "Nipper?" Her heart leaped. The naked catgirl leaped back to her feet and turned around. "Anna!" And indeed, it was Anna. Only...different. First, she smelled strange. There was an odd smell hanging about her—like some sort of chemical. Second, her clothes were gone, too. Third, she was masturbating right in front of Nipper. Nipper swallowed. She knew her cheeks had gone bright red. "Um, Anna..." "Hi," Anna breathed. She slowly advanced, fingers running in and out of her visibly dripping cunt. "Hi, pussycat." Nipper swallowed again. "Hi, Anna. Um, are you okay?" "Oh, yessss." Anna kept advancing, and kept masturbating. "Um...what's wrong with your voice?" "Oh, I just...mm, I've just gotta..." Anna pulled one of her hands out of her vagina and raised it up to Nipper's head. Nipper shivered as Anna traced one slick finger over her little nose, leaving a thin trail of strong-smelling...juices. Anna circled around the catgirl, trailing across her cheek and lowering the finger. "Just gotta...mm." "Um, Anna." Nipper cleared her throat, not daring to turn around. "I think you're...you're, um, confused. Oh!" Nipper jumped. Anna had just given her ass a pinch. "I, um, you really seem different." "Oh, I just..." Nipper felt Anna's steamy breath on her neck as the young woman rested her chin on Nipper's shoulder—not unlike what Nipper had been doing earlier, but with a decidedly more intimate connotation. Nipper realized her legs were starting to quake. "...I just never realized how goddamn hot you are, Nipper." Nipper's eyes widened. "I—um—Anna, are you sure you—" She went stiff. A moment later, a little mewl of pleasure escaped her. Anna had begin scratching her ear. She seemed to know just the right spot, too. Nipper found herself leaning against Anna's hand, unable to control a slight purr. No! she told herself. This is the girl of your dreams, and the girl of your dreams does not just suddenly decide she wants you in the sack! "You..." She couldn't get her voice to go above a weak murmur, and it got quieter and quieter as the scratching continued. "You need to stop, and...think...need to...Anna...mm..." "Oh, come now, Nipper," Anna rasped in Nipper's ear. "Don't you want me?" "I..." "I've seen how you look at me. You do think I'm attractive, don't you?" "I...yeah." Nipper's voice came out as barely a whimper. "Mm. My very own little pet pussy." Anna's voice turned husky. "Get on your knees." Slowly, haltingly, Nipper found her knees bending. The catgirl knelt in the flowerbed. The flowers began wrapping around her legs, binding them there, as Anna strutted around her—as if examining her prize. Finally, Anna came to a halt before Nipper. Her bare, dripping cunt was inches from Nipper's face, and with one look at Anna's capricious, lust-filled eyes, Nipper knew she had to close the distance. First, she wrapped both arms around Anna's pert ass. She leaned in, breathing in that strange scent. It smelled a little like Anna, a little like chemicals, and a little like... She gave the slit a long lick. Then another. The catgirl put her rough tongue to work, rapidly lapping up Anna's juices. Vanilla. She blinked. Eyes widening, she looked back up at 'Anna'. Anna's eyes were glittering green. But...she still looked like Anna. Nipper blinked again, and screwed her eyes shut, trying to clear a growing fog from her mind. She heard a licking sound. When she opened her eyes again, she realized she had begun eagerly lapping once more. And the more she licked, the harder it got to think about why she'd hesitated. The fog got thicker as the taste of vanilla got more and more enticing. More and more impossible to resist. She shoved her tongue deep into Anna's cunt, licking all around, running her rough tongue over the clit again and again. Distantly, she heard Anna's screams, and they sounded enough like Anna that she didn't care. She was starting to feel tingly, but she couldn't stop. She kept licking, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of the screaming False Anna. It was only when trembling hands gripped her shoulders and pushed the kneeling catgirl flat on her back that she was forced to relent. She looked up, squinting. It was so hard to think. Even with her fey resistances, she'd ingested so much... "You..." The False Anna was gasping for breath. "You're good. I'm...glad you're the one we had to...get out of the way." Nipper blinked, then started to squirm as she felt tickling flowers approaching her own wet slit. "You know what we're after," False Anna whispered, lowering down and tracing kisses on Nipper's sensitive nipples. Nipper moaned loudly. The long tongue, the big lips...the sensation was heavenly. Irresistible. And when False Anna began kissing her on the mouth, filling her with even more vanilla, she didn't quite look like Anna. But Nipper couldn't even tell the difference anymore. As the flowers surged into her cunt, she heard Anna's voice cooing in her ear. "My pussyslut. My own little pet pussy." And she came at the sound. ~~~~ For ten seconds, Anna had been alone in the darkness, shaking uncontrollably from the burning need growing within her. Then She came. At first, she was just a shape in the shadow. Then Anna realized that she was the shadow. Dressed in a very revealing black dress, with long, flowing dark hair and coal-black skin, the only thing of her Anna could easily make out were those bright turquoise eyes. She shuddered. Those were not friendly eyes. "Good evening, Anna," the woman said. Her voice was calm, collected. Affable, even. "My name is Nictice. The mortals like to call me Coucang, but I think you and I are just a bit above all that nonsense." Anna took a step back, trying desperately to control her urge to run up and ravish this beautiful woman. What's happening to me? she thought frantically. Nictice gave a little smirk, showing off sharp white teeth. "Ah, Anna. I've been watching your progress with great interest. Longer than you know." She paused. "And don't even think about it. Business before pleasure, love." She winked. Anna gulped. "I'm an umbra hag." Nictice walked closer, giving a friendly smile. "We're fey's equivalent to temptation fiends, but we're the true seducers of this world." Anna leaned against a tree and tried in vain to control the miniature orgasm she had at the word "seduce". Nictice didn't seem to notice—though did her smile just widen slightly? Evergreen Forest Ch. 11 "Listen, Anna. You're in trouble. You know this." Nictice leaned closer, taking Anna's hand and giving it a squeeze. "You can't control yourself. Even now, I'll bet it's taking all your willpower not to drop on your knees and beg for a good brainwashing." She raised an eyebrow. "How close am I?" Anna whimpered. "V-very close." "I thought as much." Nictice arched an eyebrow. "It's only a matter of time before you lose it completely and end up something's sex slave—and please control that drooling of yours, it's very distracting." Anna flushed bright crimson. What? Had she been drooling? "W-what's happening to me?" "Oh. Tell me you don't know." Nictice leaned closer, voice lowering to a whisper. "That 'cure' of the ranger's? Prostitute's Kindness. So named because soldiers off to fight beautiful fairies and demons would use it, thus sparing themselves from...temptation." She positively purred the word. "But?" "But." Nictice leaned even closer to whisper in Anna's ear. "There's a side effect. A delightful little byproduct. The drug only lasts a short time. And when it goes away, it does not go quietly. The urges return, ten times as strong. So the soldiers go back and hire the first half-decent whore they can find. Usually more than one, actually. And the little sluts make them pay dearly indeed before they consent to fuck their brains out." Anna trembled. Nictice smiled cruelly. "Yilra spared you the spritelion, oh, yes, she did. But now you get an even better fate. Left to rot here, alone, begging for the dryads to take you." Her voice became a husky, erotic hiss. "And they will take you eventually. And you'll be their sex slave. Their begging slut. Their horny little pet bimbo." Her tongue snaked into Anna's ear, tickling the interior. "Is that what you want, love?" Anna knew she was shaking like a leaf. Nictice's knee was 'subtly' rubbing against her clothed groin, and it was all Anna could do not to grind against it, not to dryhump the fey's leg like a bitch in heat. "N-n...no," she whined. "No." "Heh." Nictice leaned back to look Anna in the eyes, though her knee didn't cease its attentions. Unable to stop herself now, Anna started very surreptitiously bobbing up and down, allowing the rubbing to intensify slightly. Part of her knew how very un-surreptitious it was, and Nictice openly beamed when she saw it. "Oh, Anna. I can help you. I can give you the power you turned down long ago. Power to resist. Power to control." She darted forward, planting several little kisses on Anna's open mouth. "Is that what you want?" The knee pressed firmly between Anna's legs. Anna couldn't stop shaking. Evergreen Forest Ch. 12 Anna trembled. She couldn't stop shaking any more than she could stop 'subtly' rubbing against the knee of the fey before her. Nictice smiled smugly, rubbing her knee slowly and deliberately against Anna's trousers. Anna knew she could tell Anna wasn't resisting the attention. Anna didn't care. She couldn't make herself care. About an hour ago, she'd been administered a drug that completely eliminated her sex drive, thus at last clearing the mind of the former nymphs' sex slave. The only problem? The drug had side effects once it wore off. Side effects that made it quite impossible to stop humping this fey's leg like a...she didn't let herself complete the thought. Nictice was very beautiful. The umbra hag had pitch-black skin and hair, with shining turquoise eyes and a sleek black dress. Unlike most fey, though, she didn't seem quite as preoccupied with sex. At least, not before getting Anna to... "Come now, dear," Nictice whispered. She kissed Anna on the cheek, eliciting a gasp of desire from the blonde. "Accept my offer. I give you arcane power beyond your wildest dreams. You can force those dryads to be your toys, instead of the other way around." She winked. "Because we both know without my power you'll be their slut within minutes. Especially in this state." For emphasis, she pressed her knee even harder, clearly enjoying the whimper that escaped Anna. Anna knew this was wrong. But she was far too distracted to think of any alternatives. All she was sure of was that she sorely regretted wearing trousers right now. "Wh...what price?" Nictice smiled triumphantly. "You serve me for a year. No more. And I won't make you do any sexual acts..." She leaned in, voice lowering to an erotic whisper. "...that you don't beg me for." Also unlike most fey, umbra hags weren't capricious, or just too dumb to control themselves. They were full-on evil, sadistic monsters. Nictice would use all the magic she had to keep Anna begging, Anna knew. And after a year of such treatment...would she even have the mind left to realize she was free to go? A tear trailed from her eye. Nictice gave a little sympathetic look. "Now, now. If you want a better deal, I'll offer you a little bet: If you can stop bouncing on my leg like a dirty whore for just ten seconds, I'll shorten it to five months." "T-ten?" Anna gasped as the knee increased its ministrations slightly. The cruel smile returned. "Just ten seconds. No, make it five. Five seconds. Ready? On the count of three, remain still." Anna whimpered. "One." She and the umbra hag both knew full well that she wouldn't be able to stop at all. "Two." The hag would count to three, and Anna would just keep dryhumping like a deranged slut. She couldn't help herself anymore. "Three." And with that word, Anna's world went dark. She could barely see Nictice now—just two glowing turquoise eyes. She let out a scream as the magic took effect and she came. And came. And came. She couldn't stop humping. Instead, she collapsed onto Nictice, yanking off her trousers with the frantic haste of an animal and actively straddling Nictice's leg, grabbing the leg with both hands and letting her juices pour down and lubricate it. Moaning uncontrollably, she bounced up and down upon the knee so hard that Nictice almost fell to the ground. Of course Nictice wouldn't play fair. Even with guaranteed victory, it was more fun to cheat. "Oh, yes, pet," Nictice rasped in Anna's ear as the young woman orgasmed. "You'll say yes. I'll make you feel like this forever, and you'll never want to leave. You're mine, bitch. You're—" CLONK. Now Nictice did fall to the ground, though Anna scarcely noticed. She just kept humping, right up until the object of her maddened self-pleasuring dissolved into smoke. As it did so, the darkness cleared, and the orgasm abruptly ended. Anna found herself lying on the ground, a sweaty, sticky, half-naked mess. She looked up, shivering. Yilra stood before her. Well, the legless ranger didn't so much 'stand' as 'hang', as two woman were holding her up by the waist. She was holding one of her crutches like a club, while the other was nowhere to be seen. The two women were nearly identical. Like Anna, they had blonde hair and blue eyes, though their hair was much longer and looked a good deal less practical. In addition, their eyes were very big and very...vacant. They both wore simple white undershirts and short skirts. Their long horns identified them as lust sprites. Yilra looked at Anna and grimaced. "Get your pants back on. We've got work to do." "H-how—" Anna gestured feebly at the two sprites. "Ooh! Oh, gods, she's pointing at us!" One of the sprites giggled and waved. "Hi!" "We're, like, huge fans of how slutty you are!" "We're slutty, too!" The sprite beamed dully. "Wanna fuck?" Yilra rolled her eyes. "Girls—" "We're really, really, really, REALLY..." The sprite blinked. "Uh. What was I saying?" "Ooh!" The eyes of the other sprite lit up. "We're really good at fucking!" Yilra scowled. "Girls." "Oh, yeah!" The sprite gave an actual moan at the thought. "Oh, so fucking good at fucking." "Ooh!" The other giggled. "That rhymed!" The sprites both sighed in unison. "God," one said, "I'm so horny right now, I could fuck a horse." She paused. "Ooh! I am horny!" She pointed to her horns, giggling like a child that had just heard its first grown-up joke. "We're horny hotties! Tee hee!" "Girls!" Yilra snapped. "We have work to do." "Oh, right." One sprite pouted. "Yes, Yilra." The other sprite also pouted. "Now, then." Yilra turned back to Anna. "We have to—OW!" Anna had managed to get to her feet and slap Anna in the face. She glared. "How dare you! Y-you—you let me think I'm cured, that no fey will ever be able to use me like a sex toy ever again, and don't tell me what I'll—what I'll—" "Okay, look." The redheaded ranger bit her lip. "I know, I know, I should have told you. I'm not a ranger for my people skills, Anna. I saw how happy you were and wanted to put off letting you down." Anna felt her cheeks flushing. She hadn't been this angry in ages. She felt her emotions rising and...and... "Look, I'm sorry, okay?" Yilra rolled her eyes. "There, I said it. But we need to get moving. Alright?" Anna grabbed Yilra by the shoulders, glaring. "No! No, not alright! I—I just want to...to..." She yanked Yilra close and seized her in a hungry kiss, thrusting her tongue into the shocked ranger's mouth. The sprites looked surprised, but more than a little bit thrilled. Yilra thrust one hand down the struggling Yilra's pants and stuck two fingers into her cunt before she could even react. "Anna—no, get off—" Yilra struggled, but the sprites didn't seem eager to help her. Indeed, they seemed to be pressing her a bit closer. Anna kept kissing Yilra, moaning loudly. "Gotta...fuck...please..." The lust sprites exchanged excited looks, at last understanding what to do. Lust sprites needed permission to have sex with someone. Anna had just given it. Giggling madly, they descended on Anna, pushing her away and dropping Yilra to the ground. Anna could only gasp in pleasure as one of them grabbed her legs and spread them wide, sticking her tongue in and running it over Anna's vagina a few times. She looked up, face already sticky with Anna's juices, and grinned at Anna's overwhelmed face. Their lust aura was taking effect on the already lust-crazed Anna, and these sprites were clearly in no mood to play. Ignoring Yilra's shouts, the other sprite ripped Anna's shirt clean off and started licking her breasts, burbling with pleasure at the ensuing moans of bliss. "Gonna—*schlup*—fuck you," one moaned, kissing, licking and sucking hungrily at Anna's pussy. "so good," the other gasped, flicking her tongue over a nipple. She beamed stupidly at Anna as Anna's hand crept over to the sprite's cunt. "Oh! Ooh, th—thank y—oooooh!" She squealed as Anna's fingers began pounding in and out, in and out. The other sprite squealed, too, as the pleasure passed through their hivemind. And then Anna's other hand found her, and she quickly rolled around for easy access as Anna began fingering her with equal passion. All the while, the sprites kept licking and sucking, and Anna kept moaning. When one of their cunts came to hover over her face, she let one of them lick her hand clean as she raised her head to lick the sprite out. She couldn't keep them straight. It didn't matter. All she knew was that she had to fuck them. She had to fuck them forever. She had to stop listening to Yilra's shouts. Stop thinking. CLONK. One of the sprites—the one licking Anna out—slumped over. Anna gave a concerned moan, and the other sprite brainlessly moved over and took her sister's place, slurping hungrily at her cunt. Anna started to moan again— CLONK. Anna gave a whine as the other sprint slumped over as well. She looked up. She saw Snatch looming over, Yilra's other crutch raised over his head as he beheld what Anna had, in one hour, become. "Sorry 'bout this." She blinked, a bit of sprite juice dribbling from her open mouth. "Hunh?" CLONK. ~~~~ "So you don't know anything we can use?" "No." Snatch grit his teeth. "I woke up and the dryad was gone. The crutch was next to me." Yilra's eyes narrowed. "I don't like it." "Me neither." "They wanted us back on the move. What the hell?" "We need to get over the river. We'll work things out then. These whores may be clever, but they sure as hell can't make it across the Wraithstream." Dryads were not generally known for their mobility. "We're leaving?" Yilra frowned. "But what about Nipper?" "Hmph. Probably ditched us." Snatch's eyes narrowed to slits. "Catgirls. Can barely remember their own names, let alone whose side they're on." Yilra looked skeptical. "She might be in trouble." "Oh, please. She's a fey. Fey generally leave other fey alone." ~~~~ Nipper gave a loud cry as yet more little flowers crept into her vagina. "Unh! Oh, no, I can'—can' hold moaaarrrrr..." The only response from the dozen-or-so beautiful young women surrounding her was more giggling. One of them twirled her fingers around one of Nipper's erect nipples, abnormally plump lips curving upwards in a wide smile. They weren't all dryads. Some of them were lust sprites. They seemed to have allied for the sole purpose of driving Nipper bonkers with pleasure. The lust sprites had similar bee-stung lips, though emerald green, as well as almost cartoonishly big breasts. Their skin was very pale, covered in tattoo-like images of crawling green vines. "Nnnnooooohhhh." Nipper's complaint was lost to pleasure as little tendrils crept from the flowers around her to coil around her nipple, twisting and rubbing with just enough strength for her to feel it. Their soporific breath didn't affect fey quite the same as it did humans, it seemed. Nipper wasn't feeling the least bit tired, or stupid. She just felt more—oh!—sensitive than ever. "We gotta hold you here, pussy," one of the petite girls cooed in Nipper's fuzzy ear. "We hold you 'til Crypta come back." "Ooh, come," another sprite sighed, planting little kisses along Nipper's bound arm. "Ooh, yeah," another squealed. This one was openly masturbating, her fingers thrusting in and out of her cunt with superhuman speed, as the sight of Nipper bound, drugged and helplessly enthralled was apparently just a bit too much for her. "You gonna come an' come so you don't tell the humans what the dryads want." Nipper blinked, trying to comprehend. And then her eyes rolled backward into her skull and she didn't care anymore as three more little flowers forced their way into her already stretched vagina. The little vines were pulsing, tickling and rubbing against her clit without mercy. "You're ours now," a dryad hissed in her other ear. "We're gonna fuck you so good until Crypta comes to take you away." "But—" Nipper moaned loudly as the flowers tickled a particularly sensitive area. "But I'm fey," she whimpered. "You aren't s'posed to...to..." A red-haired beauty began tracing over Nipper's lips, even as she spoke. Nipper's eyes widened as she recognized magic at work. "Oh, no, you're not even gonna—" Suddenly, a wave of pleasure coursed through her...from her lips? Her eyes widened to the size of saucers as the dryad kept running her fingers against her mouth, over and over again, singing softly to herself. It felt...amazing. "This what ours feel like," a lust sprite said happily. She leaned in, eyes glinting. "Wanna try?" "Nn...nn..." Nipper couldn't get the word out. She was too busy frantically licking her lips with her rough tongue, shuddering at the new sensations. Then the sprite took her in a hungry kiss, and Nipper's world turned to fireworks. Nipper moaned, trying in vain to lean into the embrace and only falling back down. She heard the dryads and sprites giggling at this, but she didn't care. She had to kiss these creatures. Now. The sprite lay atop her, straddling her waist, her breasts rubbing against Nippers. Yet more flowers were entering her cunt, and her nervous system was doing cartwheels. It was too much. Hypersensitized, coping with what basically amounted to a new sex organ, and she hadn't exactly been a prude to begin with. She had never been as slutty as she was right now. She screamed her orgasm into the kiss, not even caring that her fellow fey were laughing at her. She was hornier than ever before, and she loved it. A few dryads started scratching her ears, laughing with delight as her screams hit a new octave. They started talking to her like she was a child. "Who's a good pussy!" one crooned in her ear, tickling the interior. "Oh, you is!" another sang, giving her breasts long, loving licks and kisses with those wonderful, wonderful lips. "We gonna keep you wike this," they sang and cooed and bubbled in her bliss-filled ears, "foweveh an' eveh...wittle pussycat, stupid wittle pussy...not wet you tell 'em what we do...an' then Cwypta give you to them..." If she was physically capable, Nipper would have fainted with bliss. ~~~~ Goblin's Note: Sorry about the delay on this one! Updates may be a little slow for a while. :( As always, let me know if there's anything you'd like to see. NEXT CHAPTER: One of those lust sprites is introduced to a strange man, and Yilra meets a pair of satyrs. Evergreen Forest Ch. 13 Anna awoke. The first thing the young woman was aware of was that she was a little bit...upside down. She dangled by her feet, her long blonde hair cascading down into the darkness. It was very cold. Cold enough that she could feel her hardened nipples beneath... ...Okay, the second thing she noticed was that she was bound head-to-toe in sticky webbing. It was wrapped snugly around her belly, thighs, and each individual breast, like a perverse pair of pajamas. It granted absolutely no warmth. At least it kept her breasts well-supported. The third thing was that, even now, she was still horny as hell. She groaned. Not even the lump on her head could distract her from the burning need below—or above, she supposed. The drug was aptly named "Prostitute's Kindness": She felt like she could screw a legion of whores, male or female. "Oh!" chirped a high-pitched feminine voice. "Good, good, you're awake!" She craned her neck. Something was descending from above. She squinted, trying to make it out. She quickly wished she hadn't. For descending down from a thin length of shimmering silk was a black-eyed, eight-legged spider the size of her fist. It was pale lavender, and a blue star shape was imprinted on the top of its abdomen. Worst of all, though, was its face. It didn't have mandibles, but a shark-like mouth. With teeth. It—or she—grinned, showing those teeth. "I've been waiting." She shivered—and then shivered again, enjoying the slight rubbing sensation she got when she moved in the webbing. The spider's head tilted. "Oh, go ahead and rub if it'll make you feel better." She really did try to stop herself, but she couldn't help it. She started squirming eagerly, letting the soft, squishy silk rub against her breasts and vagina. She gave a little gasp at how good it felt. "Yeah." The spider sounded nonplussed. "Figures. I actually get someone like you in my web, but too early. Far too early." "Wh...what are you?" Anna asked as she gyrated her hips. "Arachne Girl." The spider grimaced. "In a few more decades, I'd be a hot fairy girl with white hair and a big fetish for this kind of thing, and most Arachne Girls would be thrilled to fuck you then. But..." With two legs, she gestured to the rest of her form. "I'm still in the early stage, and at this stage? I gotta eat." "E-eat?" Anna's eyes widened, then screwed shut as she managed to rub against a particularly sensitive spot. "Yeah. Sorry." The spider actually did seem to sound regretful. "I don't get human prey often. Can't really pass it up, right? No hard feelings?" "Uh...unh..." Anna gave a loud moan. This felt amazing. "Uh, right." The spider coughed. "Well, listen, you seem to be...taking your time in getting off. I'm gonna hit you with the poison when you hit orgasm. Maybe it won't hurt as much then? 'Cause, it's gonna hurt. A lot." Anna gave a dopey smile, not exactly listening. "Uh-huuuh..." "Wow. You, uh, sure are going at it there." The spider took a deep breath. She sounded very uncomfortable. "Tell you what, why don't I tell you a story while I...wait for you to finish." Anna gave a hoarse cry of bliss. "Yeah. I'm gonna take that as a 'yes'." The spider lifted up, out of sight. A faint glow began to stream from up above. "You'll like this story. You kind of know some of the characters in it, in fact. By which I mean this is literally just me scrying what's happening to people you've met." She sounded proud. "I'm really good at scrying. I read current and past events in the webs. Cool, right?" From below, a high-pitched stream of nonsense words was her only response. "Great. Let's start." ~~~~ Kaytei looked around, big blue eyes wide and vacant. She was lost. "Lust sprite," she whispered. "Lost sprite. Lost, lust. Hee!" Lust sprites were not known for their intelligence. In fact, they were more known for being incredibly stupid. Getting lost was practically the default state of being for them. More uncommon, though, was getting separated from their hivemind-linked sisters. The petite blonde wore a thin white undershirt that barely seemed to conceal what lay beneath, along with a little red miniskirt that concealed even less than that. A pair of nubby red horns sat upon her head, barely poking above her long hair. She rubbed the third little bump on her head, the product of getting hit over head with someone's crutch, and looked around dazedly. She'd awoken alone about an hour ago, her cunt and mouth covered in strange yellow powder. She'd heard giggling from all around. She'd giggled back. A plump-lipped redhead had emerged from cover, kissed her, and led her over a vast bridge. She hadn't resisted, though she had tried to kiss the redhead back more than once. They'd deposited her here, somewhere in the Always Green Forest. Or whatever it was called. Pretty flowers grew all around in the meadow, and it was very dark—not that that was a problem for her. She lay in the grass, pouting. Where had Brytni gone? She was horny—as always, she laughed out loud at the pun—and didn't even have her fellow sprite to alleviate the boredom a bit. Kaytei rubbed her finger over her pussy a few times, biting her lip. This is boring. A twig snapped. The sprite spun around—or, to be precise, rolled over, as it hadn't occurred to her yet to get up. Her undershirt jiggled from the movement. A tall man with a slight goatee and wavy dark hair advanced from the foliage. His eyes were dark blue, almost black, and he was wearing simple clothes—an unbuttoned white shirt and a pair of simple trousers. Kaytei drooled a little on the grass, looking openly at his chiseled physique...and the big tent in his pants. "Uh." She closed her mouth and started getting up. "Hi! You look horny." He raised an eyebrow, looking her over. She giggled. "Well, I'm horny too. Heehee! Horny! But I mean, like, I wanna fuck." "Oh?" His voice was deep, and clearly meant to sound commanding. For Kaytei, it was enough. "Ooh, yeah, baby." She stood up, smirking. She twirled a ringlet of her hair with a finger. "I wanna fuck you." She cocked her head. "You wanna fuck me?" Lust sprite seduction tactics weren't exactly very subtle. He didn't say anything, but he took a step closer. She gave a whine. "Pleeeease?" Maybe he hadn't heard her. She decided to make sure. "I really, really wanna fuck." "Do you." She beamed vapidly. "Mm. Oh yeah." She clapped her hands together excitedly. "So you wanna fuck me?" "Hm." He raised an eyebrow. "Beg." "Huh?" She blinked. "Beg for it. Beg for my cock." "Uh...please?" "Yes. Beg more." His dark eyes glittered. There was no kindness in those eyes. She frowned. A tiny, tiny part of her wanted to refuse. But lust sprites were born shameless, and it wasn't as if usual lust sprite tactics would work here with just one of her. She assumed a lusty look. "Ooh, please, big boy. Please, fuck me, fuck my brains out." He smiled slightly. "My, but you are a slut, aren't you?" "Ooh, yeah." She was getting into it now. "I'm just your horny slut." She tittered at the pun, then grabbed her big breasts through the undershirt and bounced them together. "I just gotta have your cock, baby." "Hm." The man stepped forward. His hand grabbed her shoulder and began to force her to her knees. Somewhat confused, she went along with it. "You're even worse than the human women." "Mm..." She looked straight across at the tent, panting at the sight. "Yeah, yeah. Oh, I'm just awful." "Stupid fey whore." The man laughed. "You'll make a fine addition." "Yeah..." She leaned in, letting her hot breath condense on his pants, moistening the tent. "Mm. 'M gonna fuck your brains out..." "No, I think not." She looked up at him, giving a vacant grin. "Oh, just ask me to fuck you already!" "Heh." He pulled at her undershirt. "Why would you ever cover yourself like this? Why hide what you are?" "I know," Kaytei moaned. "The ranger made me, though." He seemed to stiffen. "Ranger? There is a ranger roaming these woods?" "Yeah." Kaytei rolled her eyes. "She's pretty hot, but no fun at all." She felt a bit jealous. "Who cares about her? I'm right here." For emphasis, she pulled the shirt off, allowing her bounteous breasts to bounce free. "Hm." The man reached down, stroking one of her breasts. She groaned at the touch. "So you are." He pushed her to the ground. She gave an "Oof!" of surprise as he began removing his trousers. Her eyes widened as his cock sprang free. It was massive. And there was something else—a queer metal cylinder. Was it some kind of dildo? If not, she didn't care. He set it down on the ground, chuckling darkly. "This almost doesn't seem necessary. You already know your place, don't you, little slut?" "Mmm...yeah, baby. So, you'll fuck me?" She smiled enticingly, spreading her barely-clad legs wide. The man only smiled. He took off his shirt and descended upon her, pinning her arms to the ground. She squirmed, but his grip was iron. "Uh...was that a yes?" He leaned close, kissing her neck softly. She whimpered. "No, see, um, I actually kinda need permission. It's a lost sprite thing. I mean, a lust spurt thing. I mean...oh..." He lifted up, smirking at the suddenly unsure fairy. "I just need to erase some little...holdups, don't I? Stupid slut." His grip on her little wrists tightened. His knee pressed up her skirt and into her crotch. "You think you have a choice? This is what you really want. You were asking for it." "B-but—no, I—" Her words were cut off as he lifted her arms over her head and stuck something around her wrists with a clang. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers as she realized she'd just been manacled. She looked back at him. Only now did she register that cruel look in his eyes. Lust sprites had one rule. They were the lowest of the Low Fey, but they had one rule. "...what're you doing?" "Heh." He grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. He raised the cylinder so she could see it clearly. Then, something deep within her—the part of her that was fey, or perhaps the shred of her that was demon—rebelled. She started screaming in terror, but he held her down. She tried to bite his hand, but he pushed the cylinder between her teeth and practically down her throat. She was reduced to lying there, moaning in fear, the cylinder held between her lush lips. He lifted up, then, and pounded his cock into her moist cunt. Tears streamed from her eyes as the one rule lust sprites had was rudely violated, but it did not take long for her moans of protest to turn to moans of lust despite herself. She needed to fight this. She wasn't strong enough to fight this. He sank down, forcing his dick deep within her, and she gave a groan. Lust sprites were not meant to understand such concepts for long, and her fears fled her. She beamed stupidly at what was clearly her prey—or as well as she could with what was probably a big dildo in her mouth. She started sucking it out of reflex, something which seemed to amuse him greatly. Lust sprites loved to torment their prey with pleasure, and amusement was clearly pleasure, so she sucked all the harder. She had to make him happy! A muffled cry escaped her, now, each time he came down. She couldn't help herself. "Mm! Mmf! Mmah!" In waves, the lust aura sprites possessed began leaking out, filling her prey, making his cock even bigger and his own grunts all the more animalistic. Even through her cries, she kept trying to suck the dildo. He laughed—maliciously, not that she realized it—and came down once more. And she came. And came. And he came down again, and again, roughly using her orgasming body until he climaxed as well. All she could do was scream into the dildo. All semblance of thought left her. As she lay there, still cumming, he reached over and yanked the dildo from her mouth. It left her lips with a wet *smack*, still dripping some of her saliva. He looked at it, then at her. "You pathetic, stupid slut." She just burbled happily, still beyond rational words. Orgasms lasted long for lust sprites. Sighing, he pulled out of her vagina. Another *smack* sounded. "Even by the standards of your sinful sex, you are a stupid, stupid slut, aren't you?" "Uh..." Her mind trailed after his words like a drifting cloud, trying and failing to comprehend. She just kept beaming. "Uh-huuuh!" He lowered the wet cylinder down to between her legs, and she could only give a blissful beam. Was he going to fuck her with that? "Beg." He put one finger into her still-filling vagina, tickling her clit. "Beg for the Conversion. Beg to serve the Chosen Commander. Beg, you little brainless bimbo." She squirmed at his touch. "Ooh...ooooh...OOOOH!" "Hm." He smiled indulgently. "You truly are a walking sex toy. The men will be pleased with you." He rested the cylinder right by her vagina and uncapped it. Kaytei the lust sprite heard squelching. She could only babble her eagerness. ~~~~ The forest was dark. The canopy above cut off nearly all light, but Yilra was pretty sure it was night anyways. Only faintly glowing orchids lit the deer path she lay on. The ranger lay there, quiet as blowing ash. Her enchanted crutches were gone, and so the legless ranger was essentially stuck here. Again. She'd gotten lucky before. The lust sprites who'd happened upon her had been exceptionally easy to control—lust sprites preferred to get the permission they needed by crowding their target, and this had made it simple for the Toxin Ranger to hit them with basic Suggestion Juice doses. Derived from the drool of an orgasming hypnotist who'd had his brain fried by his own triggers, Suggestion Juice was one of the most basic tools of a trained Toxin Ranger. But the lust sprites were gone now. She, Snatch and the unconscious Anna had made it across the Wraithstream, leaving the sprites alone in the dryads' section of the forest. And leaving Nipper alone as well. The poor catgirl had been separated from the group, and Yilra couldn't shake the feeling that that had been a deliberate strategy. Heavens knew where Nipper was now. Yilra shuddered. Probably getting her mind fucked out. Maybe Nipper was the lucky one—surely that'd be a desirable state for any fey. But she had seemed somewhat different from most fey Yilra had met. Regardless, they were all in trouble now. Yilra tried to remember. They'd made it over the bridge, dragging Anna along. They'd gone into a dark part of the forest. Snatch had begun to notice orchids. And then they'd struck. They'd gone for Snatch immediately. Yilra had just seen a blur of motion—creatures moving faster than the human eye could register—and then he'd been gone. And then Anna had been gone. And then one crutch. Then the other. Yilra lay there, in the darkness of the deer path, and shuddered again. The fey had left her. And she couldn't shake the feeling there was a good reason. But the pair of gleaming yellow eyes in the darkness was not letting her concentrate. Her heart stopped. She pushed herself up with her arms, watching the eyes. Another pair blinked into existence. They watched her, looking amused. Yilra started breathing heavily. A sibilant male voice drifted towards her. "What have we here?" Another answered it. "Cernuum, I believe we've found another one of the human whores." "Oh, my." One of the pairs slowly drew closer, stepping into the faint light. Yilra could make out very little save a face—glowing dark green eyes, short lavender-colored hair, slight sideburns. His expression was utterly pitiless as his voice slightly normalized. "They do seem ever-so-common these days, Callosum." "I'm sure the word has simply spread. They flock to us, Cernuum." The other pair emerged as well. This man was much larger, with red hair and a stronger jaw, but his eyes were just the same. He was a bit closer, and Yilra could tell he wasn't dressed. Cernuum raised an eyebrow. "But can we accommodate them all, Callosum?" "We must try." A large hand reached out towards Yilra, and she stiffened as he roughly caressed her cheek. "See how desperate she is. How frantic she is to keep her legs spread for us." Cernuum laughed. "So be it." He stepped closer. Yilra swallowed. Though not as tall as Callosum, Cernuum was...big. Easily a foot above the somewhat short Snatch, Cernuum's naked body displayed an almost unrealistically muscular physique. His skin was ruddy brown, his teeth perfect white—and sharp, Yilra could have sworn. Of course, his mouth wasn't exactly where she was looking now. She was still holding herself up off the ground by her arms, and thanks to Cernuum's hunched posture, she was right on eye level with Cernuum's manhood. She bit her lip. It was very large. Not ridiculously so, but even with her limited understanding of the male anatomy—mostly learned from rescuing would-be explorers from nymphs and pixies—she could tell that this man was above-average. More importantly, though, something about it called to her. She stared at it, slightly bobbing, and realized her mouth was hanging open. She quickly snapped it shut, eliciting laughter from above. She looked up, eyes wide. Cernuum loomed over her. He reached down, one big hand wrapping around her throat as the other caressed her arm, and lifted her slightly. He looked pleased. Callosum, however, was scowling as he sniffed the air. He leaned over to Cernuum. "Dearest, this is not one of our cousins'. She's...naked." Even in her state, Yilra registered this and blinked. She wasn't naked. She was actually completely clad—literally the only member of their group who'd been able to stay that way, in fact. Clearly, Callosum wasn't talking about clothes. "Oh?" Cernuum blinked. He leaned down, sniffing Yilra's hair. Yilra shivered, watching his cock bounce slightly as he bent over. "So she is. I suppose that's why the others left her behind." "Poor girl." Callosum smiled at her. "They must have decided she was an inadequate vessel." "Heh." Cernuum's hands wrapped around Yilra's waist, easily lifting her up to eye level. Then he kept lifting her above his head, bringing her legless crotch closer and closer to his mouth Yilra's eyes widened as she felt a long tongue snaking between her, delicately lapping over her labia several times. "Uh...unh..." She struggled, but Cernuum's grip was unbreakable, and something about that tongue made her feel weak inside. Cernuum lowered her back down to eye level, still holding her upp. She stared across at him, feeling strangely frail. He smirked. "I can think of a few things she can be a vessel for." "Oh, dear." Callosum sounded annoyed. "Cernuum, no." "Oh, come on, Callosum." Cernuum leaned in, eyes boring into Yilra. Yilra trembled in midair, her sharp, jagged mind scattered by that ruthless gaze, by those powerful hands on her hips. "Think about what fun we might have with her." "We should just let her go. She has no part in his." "Oh, I don't think that's what she wants." Cernuum planted a soft kiss on Yilra's open lips. She jerked at the touch. "Is it, little one?" Yilra stared into Cernuum's eyes. You know what you want, the eyes said. But I don't, she thought. You don't? I—I do, but— So confusing. So hard to think. I... The eyes flashed. "Y-yeh," she whispered. She could barely get the word out. "Cernuum! Stop bewitching the poor girl. We agreed we'd get out of the orchids' game and...stop all this ugliness." But Callosum sounded different now. Yilra couldn't look at him—couldn't ever look away from Cernuum's glimmering eyes—but he sounded...fascinated. Evergreen Forest Ch. 13 Or turned on. She heard a shout from off the path. "Hello? Is anyone there?" Nipper. Yilra tried to shake herself free of the fey's stare, drawing in a breath to shout. "Ni—" Instantly, Cernuum's hands shot up and wrapped around her throat. She was cut off, her cry reduced to choking. "Yilra!" she heard Nipper cry. "I can't smell you—this stuff's all over me! Listen, it's not what we thought! They're dioecius!" Yilra choked helplessly, staring up into Cernuum's amused eyes as he slowly dragged her off the path. "Sorry, love," he rasped. "I'm not giving up something this tasty. But at least you'll be spared the orchids' depravities." She barely struggled as the eyes took over for her once again. She stared up into them, feeling her consciousness start to fray. It was so easy to just stare and wait. She heard Callosum follow, slinking into the darkness. A moment later, Cernuum's head turned sharply. For a moment—just a moment—Yilra was free of his control, and she followed his gaze. Nipper was running down the path. She ran on all fours—for some reason, her robes had vanished. Her black hair was out of its ponytail and cascading down her shoulders in a wet, sticky mess. Her green eyes were wide with panic, her fuzzy ears flat against the sides of her head. Strangely, the catgirl's pale skin was absolutely covered in a fine yellow powder. Nipper froze, standing on her hind legs—er, her actual legs—like a meerkat and sniffing the air. She 'pawed' at her powder-tipped nose, giving a mewl of annoyance. "Mm." Yilra felt Cernuum nuzzling her cheek. "So near...and yet so far." "Hey?" Nipper's ears perked up. "Someone there?" "You can't help her," Cernuum hissed in her ear. "You can't even help yourself. You just want to be our toy, and fuck, and fuck, and fuck." Yilra felt herself sinking into his voice. She shook, trying to make herself speak up. Nipper frowned. She batted at her ears, and Yilra saw little puffs of powder coming out, as though her hearing, too, was obstructed by the coating. "Ugh! I hate dioecius dryads! Hate-hate-hate-hate-hate!" Yilra took a deep breath, ready to speak...and exhaled. Something smelled like vanilla. She found a small smile growing on her face. She inhaled again. Mm. She exhaled. That smelled...nice. "Yilra?" Nipper's voice was getting quiet now. "I'm...I'm scared, Yilra. I-I'm not..." Yilra saw the catgirl's wide eyes, her shivering form, and hated herself for letting Nipper down like this. So she inhaled deeply, and her smile returned even wider. What had she been worrying about, again? "Easier to give in," the fey whispered in her ear. She felt his hand reaching slowly under her shirt, up to fondle her left breast. She let out a faint moan of desire, eyes half-closing. "Easier to be ours. Free of worries. Free of guilt. Free of all those silly thoughts. Just give them all up for the dryads, little girl." Yes...yes, it was easier like this. Behind her, she felt Callosum undoing the strap on her belt, carefully taking away Yilra's array of potions and poisons—as well as her blowgun. And just like that, Yilra was utterly helpless. She felt a warmth growing down below, and knew that that was exactly how she wanted it. She'd always been helpless against them, from the moment she'd looked into Cernuum's beautiful eyes and, she prayed, forevermore. Nipper was looking unsure. "A-are you there, Yilra? I don't know what's going on. These dryads play tricks." Yilra sank back into the brush, allowing Callosum to put a hand over her mouth, muffling her soft moans as Cernuum began undoing the straps of her shirt, stroking and rubbing all over her body. She stared up at Callosum's deep green eyes, full of lust and hunger. "They need us to carry their...their pollen, Yilra. The girls give us the pollen, and the guys use it...use us..." Yilra kept her cries as quiet as possible as Cernuum began rubbing her naked breasts, but it wouldn't have mattered—Callosum's big, strong hands kept her almost totally silent. "They're essence eaters, Yilra. They're l-like carrionbirds. They use us to mate, and then use our essence to...Yilra?" Yilra heard something break in Nipper's voice, then. "Yilra, is that you?" Yilra giggled happily—and silently—as Cernuum leaned in to kiss her pert nipples, flicking them with his tongue. It wasn't her. She heard Nipper give a scream. Heard Nipper start running. Knew, in her heart, that Nipper had not started soon enough. Because of her. The hand was lifted from her mouth, and Callosum leaned down to kiss her. She breathed in deep and returned the kiss with a lusty growl. ~~~~~~~~ Goblin's Note: Oh my goodness I am SO sorry it's been this long. The next chapter will be up soon! Stay tuned for Chapter 14, in which Alrek encounters a male dryad and Nipper struggles against some voices in her head. Meanwhile, a greater danger looms over the Forest. Kaytei was not the first and will not be the last. As a sidenote on something I don't think I explained very well, Cernuum and Callosum are only loosely associated with the other orchid dryads. One of them is, in fact, an onion flower dryad. Insert Shrek joke here. These two have a whole story that I will probably never bother to explore in-depth, but suffice to say there's a reason they're going for leftovers. I am explaining this because it is not going to come up in the story itself but damn if it won't bug me forever if nobody knows. Evergreen Forest Ch. 14 ~~~~~~~~ In this chapter, the thief runs afoul of a male dryad, and Nipper the catgirl, having already been taken once, struggles against the dryads' mental commands. This chapter contains mind control, nonconsensual relations, drug-induced submission, and gay sex (which, if not your thing, feel free to skip it when it comes around). ~~~~~~~~ Snatch awoke to the strong smell of vanilla and the tinkling sound of fey laughter. Something covered his eyes. When he tried to reach up to remove it, he found his arms and legs were both bound fast as well. The thief could feel mossy grass beneath him. He tugged nervously at his bonds, realizing he was completely naked. That was pretty much par for the course. He groaned. What the hell happened? They'd escaped the orchid dryads and their allies and fled over the bridge. He. Yilra. Anna. Nipper the catgirl had been...left. The Wraithstream behind them, they'd assumed they were safe—flower dryads apparently weren't very good at crossing chasms. And then Snatch had noticed there were still orchids growing everywhere. The fey had struck quick as a shutting beartrap. Snatch had been grabbed first. Cords looped around his body had yanked him off his feet and into the brush. And then... Guess I hit a tree root or something, he thought, noticing a pain in the back of his head. It didn't hurt quite as much as he'd have expected—either he'd been out for days or someone had deliberately healed him. If it was the latter, he could guess why. He wasn't sure which possibility pissed him off more. "Oh, my," said a male voice. Snatch felt whatever it was on his eyes crawl away, giving him his sight back. He craned his neck to see—it was some sort of bug! A big, long thing, with lots of legs and a plated body like a pillbug. A millionpede! Or something like that. "My guest is awake!" Snatch's eyes adjusted quickly to the shadows. He was tied to rusty metal stakes in the ground. They were in a dark glade, lit only by faint starlight from above. A small pile of random doodads—wagon wheels, weapons, porcelain dolls—lay a short distance away. At the top lay Snatch's pack and scythe. A tall man with long pointed ears loomed over him. The man looked to be in his early twenties, with long, curly red hair and bright green eyes tinted with what was cruel diversion or honest delight. His skin was quite pale. His bare, hairless chest was toned and muscular. Snatch wasn't by any means delicate, but this man like he could snap the thief in two with one hand. But Snatch found his gaze drawn down below to the creature's cock. It was rock-hard, beet-red, and at least eight inches long. Snatch quickly looked away, feeling curiously uncomfortable. Almost...flustered. That wasn't like him. "I'm so glad," the fey said cheerfully. He knelt beside Snatch, hand running lightly over Snatch's naked chest. Snatch squirmed, realizing to his horrified confusion that his whole body was covered in some sort of strange yellowy pollen. The fey smirked. "I really wanted you to be awake for this." "Get off me, greenthumb," Snatch snarled. The fey's grin only widened. Greenthumb? Ah! I've been rude." He patted Snatch on the head. "We aren't introduced. My name, little thing, is Hillsii. And you?" "Go fuck a walrus. Orally." Hillsii giggled. "Oh, you're too much." "Fuck off." "Hm." Hillsii bit his lip. "Well, I still need a name. I think I'll call you...'Beggar', I think." He brightened. "Isn't that a nice name?" "Don't call me that. That's a fucking awful name." That said, Snatch did not plan on telling Hillsii the name he really went by. He'd chosen the nickname at a less streetwise period in his life and he knew it would give Hillsii nothing but amusement to hear. "Oh?" Hillsii's eyebrows raised. "You don't believe it suits you? You believe I'm...bad at names?" He frowned sadly. "You wound me, Beggar. But I think it does suit you. Splendidly, at that. You seem like the type to beg for..." His eyes glanced coyly downwards. "...favors." Snatch looked at the pollen on his chest, pointedly ignoring Hillsii's slight pelvic thrust at the last word. "What the fuck is all this stuff, anyway?" He had to stall the inevitable as long as possible. Not again. Not gods-damned again. "This?" Hillsii trailed a finger down Snatch's belly, causing Snatch to twitch uncomfortably. "This is pollen, Beggar. The sweet things over yonder," he gestured in a direction, "took you, and fucked your tiny mortal brains out. And you didn't know it, of course, but they were actually covering you in their...them." "Their pollen." Snatch's mind worked like a rusty iron beartrap. "We're pollinating...you?" "Yes!" Snatch couldn't help but notice that the gleeful fey's finger was still traveling down. It was at his navel now. The pollen seemed to totally cover his body. "Your pretty mouth speaks truth, Beggar. You, and the catgirl, and perhaps that precious girl from the nymphs, in time—you're all just lovely carriers." He chuckled. "You're very lucky, Beggar. Most of my brothers aren't as keen on explaining the biology to their toys. But I think it's just so fascinating. You're getting information none of your compatriots will ever learn." "Yeah, well—" Snatch stiffened as the finger began trailing onto the base of his cock. To his horror, he hardened instantly. He started thrashing, but the finger stayed on, slowly stroking along his shaft. "Once you entered our region, the 'pollen', aheh, 'bloomed'. Which is why you can see it now." Hillsii grinned, showing sharp teeth. He was clearly pretending not to notice Snatch's struggles. "We'll fuck you, and fuck you, and keep on fucking you until you can't even remember your own name. And then..." His finger tapped the tip of Snatch's cock. "You'll be ours." Snatch felt his cock twitching slightly. "Oh," Hillsii said, blinking as if surprised, "is that a hard cock I spy? Why, Beggar!" He beamed. "Are you getting hungry?" Snatch glared bitterly. Hillsii just smiled back. He took in a deep breath, as if considering something. At length, he spoke. "You're going to suck my cock." He leaned down. "And I think you're going to beg for it." "Never gonna happen." Snatch resisted the urge to spit straight up in the air at the fey. "Fuck you." "Oh, Beggar..." Hillsii put a finger to his chin, shaking his head slowly. "I'm really much smarter than you. You should trust my judgment." He leaned closer still, his eyes sparkling. "I'm very good at predicting the future activities of my...toys." There was silence for a moment. Snatch swallowed, staring up into those bright, confident green eyes. "I'm straight," he said, feeling suddenly very off-kilter. Hillsii just smiled. He leaned in almost close enough to kiss...and blew warm, vanilla-scented air at Snatch's face. As before against the tongue orchid dryad Crypta, Snatch closed his mouth and held his breath. The air wafted around him. He knew how to handle drugs. And without them, his will was iron. He would let himself suffocate before he took in a single damn breath. "Oh, come now." Hillsii smirked. He reached up and stroked a hand along Snatch's cheek in an almost tender gesture. "Darling? It's time." Snatch stiffened. He was suddenly hearing an indistinct voice in his head—a voice that sounded both distant and near, everywhere, inescapable, undeniable. It was Crypta's voice. And it was getting clearer. "Open wide," she sang. Like it was on a hinge, his mouth opened. Wide. "Goooood boy!" the voice cooed. Snatch gasped as the magical trigger sent waves of pleasure flowing down to his member. And as he gasped, tainted air surged inside and sent his head spinning. He blinked. The world suddenly seemed...a lot hazier. Like he was low on oxygen. He breathed in again. No, it was no better. The only thing he could see clearly was...was... Hillsii. Snatch's eyes widened. The male dryad was...he was glowing. His bright, mocking eyes bore down on Snatch, practically crushing the thief's suddenly very feeble will. Fuck. No. Don't breathe any more. No more! Hillsii laughed, and it was the most beautiful sound in the world. He reached down and tickled Snatch's testicles lightly, and Snatch gave a little mewl. "Goooood boy!" The pleasure came again, and this time Snatch breathed in even deeper, trying to get more in, trying to trigger that voice again. All that came, though, was more fuzziness, more weakness, more... ...horniness. "You see," Hillsii was saying, though it was difficult to concentrate on his voice when his cock was right there, pulsing in front of Snatch's face, big and hard and begging to be sucked, "the more we fuck, the more the pollen sinks into you, reacting to our magic. When dioecius dryads combine their magic...the host bears the brunt. Their brain gets turned nice and simple: Perfect for servitude." He beamed, swinging one leg over and straddling Snatch's legs. "And wouldn't you like that?" His eyebrows arched. "Beggar?" "Y-y..." Beggar—Snatch wasn't sure. Something about this felt straight. Strange. Felt strange. He squinted, taking in a deep breath to steady his racing heartbeat. Hillsii was so handsome, and lying there felt so nice, and that cock looked so beautiful. Surely...surely... "Let me help you decide," Hillsii said smugly. Snatch felt a firm, rough hand wrap around his cock and began to stroke. He gasped from the sensation. Hillsii leaned down, lips brushing against Snatch's. "The answer is 'yes'." "Yes," Snatch whispered. Crypta's voice was syrupy and smooth like sweetened oil. "Oh, such a good boy!" Snatch moaned as the pleasure sank into him. "Oh, yes," he heard himself repeating. "Yes. Yes, Hillsii." "Master." "Master. Yes, Master." The air was feeling thinner and thinner, and Snatch's breaths got heavier and heavier as the fingers continued to stroke him. And the more breaths he took, the more beautiful everything seemed, the more everything Master said sounded smart and perfect, just like Master, just like Crypta, and he just couldn't think straight with those fingers on his shaft, stroking him, teasing him, pulling him along like an animal on a leash. He would say whatever Master wanted him to say. "Good boy." Snatch felt a little burst of pleasure—not as much as from Crypta's voice, but enough to make him shiver. "Good toy." Hillsii's eyes left Snatch's as he moved down lower. "Good Beggar." "Yes," the thief heard himself saying, his voice weak. "I'm your Beggar. Yes, Master." "You want me to fuck your brains out, don't you?" Beggar felt Master's tongue run along Beggar's glans. "Yes!" the thief gasped. "Oh, yes." "Well, you're going to need to swallow my seed." Master's fingers kept toying with Beggar's member, but his face rose back into view. He was smiling, as if this fact was obvious. "Yes. Yes." Beggar felt his mouth watering. The image of that big dick came into his mind and stayed there. Yes. Of course. His Master began to climb up his body, ceasing the attentions to his cock altogether. But still Beggar felt as though something was attending to it. Soft hands, softer than Master's. Warm lips. Wet tongues. "Obey," Crypta whispered in his mind. His skin was tingling all over. "Obey. Obedience is pleasure. Obedience is pleasure." Beggar heard himself echoing her words. Beggar shivered as he looked up. His Master knelt over him now, the beautiful cock hanging proud right above Beggar's face. Snatch found himself involuntarily leaning up, but he couldn't quite reach. He moaned as the phantom fingers trailed along his balls, teasing him. Hillsii smiled down at him. "What's wrong?" he asked. "What do you want?" "I...I..." "What is it?" Beggar swallowed. He would say whatever he had to. "I want to suck you," he whispered. He looked at that cock and knew it was true. "I want it. I need it. I need you to fuck my brains out and make me perfect, make me yours..." He breathed in, calming himself, assuring himself. He needed it. He needed it. Hillsii's smile was so wide and smug not even Beggar in his current state could mistake it. "Of course you do. But why should I...Beggar? After all, I thought you were 'straight'?" And it was then that Snatch understood what he had to do. "Oh, please," he whimpered, shaking as the sensation of a tongue tickled the head of his cock. "Please, Master. Let me suck you. I'm just your pet; your horny plaything. Let your pet suck you off, Master, please, I need it, I need you." "You want to have your brains fucked out?" Master's eyebrows arched. "You want to be our slave?" "Yes," hissed Crypta's voice, "yes, yes, be ours, let us take care of you." "Oh, yes, pleeease." Beggar couldn't hear a trace of Snatch in that drug-addled, perfectly subservient voice. It didn't sound like Snatch. It didn't even sound like Alrek. But he didn't care. He bucked his hips against the phantoms, straining against his bonds, eyes focused on that thick, powerful organ. "I want...wanna have my brains fucked out...fuck me, please, take my mouth, Master, take your mortal toy!" Hillsii was silent for a moment. He smirked. "That's all I wanted to hear." He flicked a finger, and the ropes on Beggar's arms came undone. He grabbed Beggar's head and, roughly, pounded his cock into Beggar's open mouth. Beggar took it—took it all, as if he'd been doing it all his life—and sucked, he sucked and licked and moaned like a harlot. "You're ours," Hillsii hissed. Beggar moaned. He could feel his skin tingling. "You can't fight it, Crypta hissed. Beggar trembled as he tasted salty precum on his tongue. He lapped it up eagerly. "We're making you ours," they said, and suddenly Snatch couldn't tell one from the other, couldn't tell Crypta's voice from Hillsii's face or thought from sound or even his own desires from theirs. "Ours, ours, ours forever." In between the cock he babbled incomprehensible thank-yous as the fingers and lips and tongues stepped up their action and suddenly Master was coming in his mouth, and Beggar was coming, he was bucking and coming and screaming and sucking, sucking it all up, sucking like he'd always been meant to do for his beautiful, wise, perfect masters. ~~~~ Anna, hanging upside-down in a hollowed tree trunk, bound in tight webbing which she was currently furiously masturbating against, stared blankly at the apple-sized spider dangling before her. The Arachne Girl—currently quite young—hung on a thin length of shimmering silk. Her eyes were dark and glittering against a pale lavender carapace. A blue star shape w as imprinted on the top of her abdomen. Her wide shark-like mouth had closed as she paused to examine the webs she was scrying from. Aside from the mouth, she looked almost exactly like an oversized orb weaver. "What?" Anna asked. She squirmed her legs, savoring the delicious sensation of silk against pussy lips. The pleasure caused her next words to come out a little garbled. "Uh 'appened 'xt?" "What happened next?" The spider glanced at her. She looked somewhat annoyed. The creature had agreed to tell her a story while waiting for her to hit orgasm. Once she hit it, she would be injected with painful venom and eaten alive. "How are you still not coming? Seriously, I swear you're hornier than a..." the spider paused, "...a bison? A billy goat? I don't know." Anna bit her lip. "I...I jus' arrren't." She let out a shuddering sigh as the webs ran over her pussy lips again. The reality, which this young spider clearly did not yet realize, was that she had been coming constantly since the story had begun. The Prostitute's Kindness injected in her had her so aroused she could do nothing but masturbate—and nothing but orgasm. There was no buildup. No peak. Certainly no satisfaction. Just a constant river of unsatisfying climaxes. She longed for something—anything—to just thrust inside her. A stick. A sword hilt. Nipper's tongue. Esca's tongue. Anything. "Well, a deal's a deal." The spider licked her lips with a disturbingly humanlike tongue (No, Anna told herself firmly). "I must say, though, I really am looking forward to eating you. Never had human before. I bet I'll be partaking much more often once I get my tits, though. And torso. And human head and arms and reproductive organs. And also something called 'poo-berty', which sounds absolutely revolting." "I...aaah...thought grown-up Arachne Girls only f-fu-fucked?" Anna gyrated within the slick webs around her breasts, sighing in bliss at the smooth sensation against her nipples. "Most of them do," the spider said confidently. "They just capture mates, make babies, and...keep making babies. The procreation urge is strong. Probably because we kill each other off, like, super fast." She giggled. "If we didn't make lots of babies, we'd all die off instantly, right? It's amazing we even evolved, frankly." She paused. A faraway look entered her eyes. "Wait, actually, that's a good question. Why does every single monster in this world fixate around the reproductive—" Anna let out a shuddering moan as the silk caressed her sensitive ass, where for years the nymphs had allowed vines to roam and thrust as they pleased. "Er. Point is, most Arachne Girls do—" She proudly pointed to herself with two legs. "—but not me! I don't care about making babies that try to eat you. I don't get why all the adults in my race care so much about bouncing off other people. Are babies that great?" She stared at Anna curiously. Anna looked back at her. She suddenly had the strangest feeling of indecency—that even though this utterly alien creature did not give a damn about the sexual process, the crude education in its practices she was providing was just inappropriate for such a naïve creature. But she couldn't help herself. So she just shrugged and continued squirming. "Huh." The spider blinked. "Well, anyways, since you still haven't orgasmed, I guess I'll continue." Anna tried to scramble for questions. Were her friends okay now? How had she been captured? What about Nipper? She had so many questions. But she heard herself saying only one thing. "D-did Alrek really just get turned bi?" "Who? Oh, the thief guy?" The spider shrugged with four limbs. "Dryad pheremones do weird stuff to you humans. They sure can make you act stupid. That's all I know about it." She paused. "But to be blunt, I, uh, think 'Alrek' might not have started out totally straight, lady. People don't usually come around quite so fast." She clicked her front two legs together cheerfully, returning to the reading. "Anyhoo...about that catgirl." ~~~~ Nipper ran through the dark forest, naked as the dawn. She hissed as vines lunged at her, clawing them away in seconds. Her pointed catlike ears twitched and folded, trying to pick up even a scrap of evidence of her pursuers. They were everywhere. This whole stinking forest was full of orchid dryads, more than ever. And, the catgirl conceded to herself, as much as she could go for a dryad's tongue between her legs right now after all the fucking and...other things the lust sprites had put her through, she could not afford to get captured right now. She was covered in their pollen, and it was starting to mature. Soon, she would be rendered totally vulnerable to their suggestions from afar, and she did not want every single orchid dryad she had just fucked in her head telling her what to do. That was seven voices too many. She paused a moment in her thoughts, though she kept running. Would the lust sprites get into her head too? She had fucked them, too, while receiving the pollen. Oh, geez, she thought, my brain cells are gonna just fry if even one of those morons gets in here. I sure hope not. Evergreen Forest Ch. 14 She leaped over a fallen log and stopped. The path. Her eyes lit up. She sprinted over and leaped onto the dirt trail, feeling that familiar, slightly unwelcoming buzzing sound in her skull. Yes! The path! Hostile fey wouldn't dare come here. She was saved! She giggled nervously, reaching back and scratching her ears. The dryads would not dare... She stopped. Sniffed. Sniff. Sniff. "Anna!" Her eyes widened. Anna, the most perfect, most beautiful and caring and hot and funny and busty human woman she had ever met. She had been here, or near here. Nipper could smell the... Her cheeks went red as she realized what she was smelling and why it was still so strong. Below, her still-hypersensitized pussy drooled a little. She looked around, frowning. If only Yilra was here. Catgirls could hear like no one else, and Nipper's magic gave her a tremendous sense of smell to boot, but rangers were the ones who really knew how to find tracks. Nipper felt a little bit out of her element, but she hunched down, sniffing around for a trail. It took her about a minute. There! She looked up sharply. She had the scent. The young fey ran as fast as she could over the muddy path, following the faint smell of Anna's dripping juices. Anna had come this way, no doubt alongside the others. The dryads had allowed them to escape across the Wraithstream so they could get over here and carry the females' magic over. If Nipper didn't hurry, they'd all be turned into more mindless sex slaves like Lisso, living toys, dedicated only to the next fucking. Nipper swallowed. Right now, that didn't sound so bad to her. Being surrounded by a bunch of hot immortal women sounded pretty good to her, in fact, as someone who had spent the last few hours getting fucked by them and their lust sprite harem. She remembered those tongues. Those teasing words. Those magical fingers. Nipper realized she was starting to slow to a steady jog. She reached up and rubbed her eyes. It was getting harder and harder to remember why she didn't want this. Lying beneath a bed of beautiful women, letting their flowers cover her, letting them call her their "pet pussy", letting them fuck her forever and ever and... Nipper licked her lips. She realized her awful mistake almost instantly. The catgirl nearly keeled over from the sudden flood of sensation. She gasped for breath as her cunt flooded, her mind drowning in a tiny orgasm. "Oh! Oh...oh, nooo..." She fell to the ground, rubbing herself furiously all over her body. Her lips were still slightly inflated, and incredibly erogenous thanks to the lust sprites' magic. Her rough catlike tongue on them... She had retracted her claws and thrust her fingers into her cunt before she knew what was happening. And before she could tell herself to stop, she came, squealing with pleasure. She was licking her lips ravenously to prolong the orgasm as long as possible. Unfortunately, fey did not exactly stop coming. A fey that came just got hornier and hornier, and more and more insatiable. Nipper felt the urges threatening to overwhelm her. "Yes," hissed a vaguely familiar voice in her head. "Oh, yes," whispered another. "It can wait," cooed a third. Yes. Nipper moaned, thrusting her fingers back in and rubbing her clit desperately. Oh, yes, it could wait. But no! She struggled. Her mind fought the current of bliss, struggling mightily to stay afloat. She tried to think of Anna, to think of the wonderful, wonderful, perfect being who was counting on her... ...but instead found herself thinking of Anna, thinking of those wonderful, round breasts, that gorgeous golden hair, that lusty look she'd had in her big blue eyes when the dryad had pretended to be her... "Yes," the voices hissed. "Keeeeep fucking yourself. Feels nice. Feels good. Feels right. Keep fucking yourself, kitty. Be our good kitty?" Nipper gasped and whined as she hit another orgasm. She spasmed on the path, utterly helpless. She ran her fingers along her clit with lightning speed and triggered another. She probably would have kept doing this indefinitely, fingering herself to orgasm after orgasm, lost in pleasure until a dryad or sprite found her and made her their new 'pet pussy'... ...had a new scent not caught her attention. Her arousal didn't exactly go away. Nothing could make this burning need go away. Nothing could make those sexy, seductive voices go away. But it sure as hell lessened as she caught a scent catgirls instinctively loathed. A natural predator. She sat bolt upright, her horniness momentarily forgotten. What was she doing? She couldn't stay here and fuck herself. People were counting on her. "Oh, why bother?" came the pouty voices in her head. "Just keep stroking...stroking..." She forced herself to keep her mouth open. Her lips parted. Anything to keep those sensitive, beestung lips of hers from touching and setting off anything else. She felt like her body was on a wire right now. Or maybe a taut spring. The slightest leaning would send her tumbling back into a place of nonstop pleasure. So she walked stiffly, almost bowlegged—giving her moist lips on both levels plenty of space. Nipper had smelled the faintest whiff of an Arachne Girl. A young one. Catgirls did not dare challenge adult Arachne Girls, but the younger ones... Nipper wasn't sure just what she'd do when she found it. She wasn't much for murder, even of such despicable creatures. But she had a feeling that where she found this awful abomination, she would most assuredly find her true, dearest love. The Arachne Girl had done something so her. She could just smell it. ~~~~ Nipper had been running for about a minute, running with all her might, focusing on the scent and sounds. Her tufted ears were perked up all the way despite her urge to flatten them completely. Her eyes were wide open, surveying the land. She'd tried closing them, but that actually seemed to make ignoring the voices harder. Images would crop up unbidden in her mind. So she tried to keep the thoughts and suggestions buried deep as bedrock, to bury them in the sediments of scents and sounds. "Come, now," whispered the voices, echoing each other in an unending cacophony of thoughts. "You're so tired. Your long, sleek legs are so tired, aren't they? Those legs are for spreading, pussy. Spreeeading..." Nipper came to a halt, sniffing the air with interest. Although Nipper resembled an average human woman in almost every way—her skin was perhaps a trifle lighter than was common in this region, and her dark hair, normally done up in a ponytail, did frame a pair of catlike ears, and her breasts were maybe a bit larger than average, and her catlike eyes did have pupils and oh yeah there was a tail... Although her nose looked quite ordinary, short and narrow and curving just slightly upwards at the tip, it had been enhanced by fey magic to be as powerful as that of a Western Wyrmswine. She was quite good at sensory enhancements. Luckily, she'd been too... "Fucked," chorused the voices, "filled, fucked, frigged, filled..." ...distracted to think to enhance her touch senses while under the dryads' sway. Had she been convinced to do that... "You'd still be here with us!" Unbidden, several images flashed in front of Nipper's open eyes. Her, lying spread-eagle on the moss, letting two dryads take turns licking her out while three others cradled her head and tickled her lips with feathers. Her, licking out those delicious dryad juices, while from below flowers and tendrils crept into her flowing vagina. Her, locked in passionate embrace with— She snapped herself out of it. Those weren't her. They were from them. "No, no," giggled one voice. "We can only remind you of what you want. You tell us with your treacherous thoughts, pet pussy, with your treacherous body. You can't fight it." "Can't fight it." "No!" Nipper snarled under her breath. She realized she'd stopped running. She sniffed. Yes. This was it. She could smell it distinctly now, despite the everpresent stench of vanilla. Vanilla was normally a pleasant odor to her, but to her nose, right now, it was downright sickening in its strength. But she was positive: Yilra was definitely in the area. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. Nipper dropped onto all fours and ran off the path, scampering with much greater ease over and under impeding foliage. She sprang over a log and looked around, hurrying over to a deerpath. She could see one of Yilra's crutches hanging in a tree branch up above, though only her keen night vision allowed her to spot it. The smell was much stronger here. She smelled several scents. Snatch. Or was his name Alrek? Everyone had been very confusing about that. The cranky one, she decided. Yilra, the legless ranger. She eyed the talon-like crutch with certainty. Even the Arachne Girl's scent was here, and it was fresher than ever. And Anna. Anna's delicious scent was inescapable. Nipper breathed deeply, feeling her legs quaking. "Keep it together," she whispered to herself. "Keep it apart," husked a voice. "Spread an' finger, pussy!" sang another. Nipper gritted her teeth. The poor fools had been led onto one of the Evergreen's insidious fake paths, she realized. Humans couldn't sense the difference like fey could. Come on! The real path has that obnoxious buzzing noise in your head! Surely even they could get some idea. It's practically boiling over with nasty spellwork. A fake path would offer no protection. Would lead exactly where the dryads wanted them to go. She looked around. Yilra's scent was still strong. She was here! "Hello?" she called. Much as she hated instinctively giving away her presence, especially with an Arachne Girl in the area, she was out of options now. "Is anyone there?" There was a pause. She stood up, tapping her foot anxiously. She looked around again, making sure nothing was sneaking up on her. "Nipper," came a voice. It was faint. Weak. Drowsy. It came again, slightly louder but still barely more than a whisper. "Ni—" It cut off. Nipper heard choking sounds. Nipper took a step forward. Her eyes narrowed. She dropped back to all fours and started running, loping with great leaps towards the sound of Yilra's voice. "Yilra! I can't smell you—this stuff's all over me!" She did a somersault, barely avoiding a swooping vine as it lunged for her. They're here. They know I'm here. This is bad. "Listen, it's not what we thought! They're dioecius!" Please let her know what that meant. She's a ranger. A toxin ranger! She has to know what that means. She heard movement. But the voices in her head were starting to grow louder, and what had been a steady input was rapidly becoming a nonstop stream of lusty thoughts. "Drop and spread," they commanded. "Scream your lust. Mm, beg for it. You want it. You know you want it." She stopped running. Was the smell stronger here? She straightened, looking around uncertainly. Irritated, she rubbed her pollen-covered nose and gave a mewl of annoyance. She heard something. A whisper. "Hey?" Her ears perked up "Someone there?" "Oh, you wish. Asking for it. Drooling for it." Nipper squirmed slightly. She screwed her eyes shut and pawed at her ears, little puffs of powder coming out. "Ugh! I hate dioecius dryads! Hate-hate-hate-hate-hate!" She paused, listening again. Anything? Anyone? "You just want us to come for you, don't you?" A chorus of giggles sounded from within her mind. "So nice of you to wait for us, you little slut." Nipper swallowed. She was starting to get wet again. "Yilra? I'm...I'm scared, Yilra." "Don't fight it, pussy. Be our pet pussy again. You know how much you loved it last time. Tongues, tendrils, moanings and cooings and such cute little mews..." She swallowed again, trying and failing to stop herself from squirming as she realized how stimulating this effect was becoming. "I-I'm not..." Able to resist this, she thought, feeling weak inside. I can't hold on much longer. And they're coming for me, Yilra, I can't stay on this path. You need to make a sound. Any sound. A whisper, even. She looked around, the constant murmur of voices building into a dull hum of sex and lust. She couldn't see anyone, but she could hear the crackling in trees all around. Somewhere here there was a toxin ranger, someone who knew how to get rid of this pollen, someone who could maybe get all these voices out of her poor failing brain. Her brain felt like it was melting into goo, and soon these voices would be all that remained. She shivered. "A-are you there, Yilra? I don't know what's going on. These dryads play tricks." "Ooh, we don't play tricks, kitty. We just remind you of your proper place." She suppressed a moan as a faint breeze caressed her breasts and ass cheeks. "They need us to carry their...their pollen, Yilra. The girls give us the pollen, and the guys use it...use us..." She realized she had almost forgotten the drone of voices. It was fading into the back of her consciousness. She couldn't hold on to it. Couldn't fight it. Couldn't hold on. Couldn't fight. Nipper had never felt so helpless. As a fey, she had a naturally high sex drive, but...well, she was into girls. And she was more than sex. She knew she was. She didn't want to get raped, not here, not now, not ever. She couldn't let this happen to her. She couldn't let everyone down. Not Anna. Not herself. "They're essence eaters, Yilra. They're l-like carrionbirds. They use us to mate, and then use our essence to..." She heard something. A twig snapping. "Yilra?" She heard her voice break, for a moment filled with pathetic hope. "Yilra, is that you?" She squinted. In the darkness, something was moving quickly towards her. Flowering tendrils crawled across the branches, across the forest floor, moving with terrifying speed straight for her. "Waited too long!" sang the voices. Their voices were filled with cruel triumph. "And now you're gonna be our mewing little slut, just like you always wanted! Curiosity fucked the cat and put her in her place!" Nipper felt her lust suddenly magnifying to tremendous levels. She managed a scream that was almost a moan and took off running. I'm sorry, Yilra, she thought, eyes tearing up. She had to make the path. "Silly pussy. You can't escape. Your brain's just too small and gooey now, isn't it?" "Not that that's much of a change!" "Why are you doing this?" she whispered. She tripped on a tree root—or a tendril still hot on her heels. She couldn't tell which. She hit the ground and kept running on all fours. "I'm fey! We're not s'posed t-to—" "Ooh! Filthy little kittyslut thinks she's a real fey?" "I told you she was stupid. Just like all kittysluts. Your kind are worse than humans." Nipper felt something wrap around her ankle. She hit the ground, crying out in pain. This time, she couldn't just keep running. She turned, clawing madly at the vine that had done the deed. More little thin tendrils were wrapping around her other leg, spiraling towards the calf. She whimpered in fright. "Nuh-uh! I say they're way better than humans. Humans are only good for fucking us and being fucked. But kittysluts... "...well, they're basically just wonderful tongues with pretty faces." Nipper realized she hadn't even extended her claws. She was just pawing uselessly at the vines as they secured her two ankles. "Tongues that make such adorable little sounds," several voices sang. Their voices bubbled up in her head, filling her mind with a burning hunger. She tried to extend the claws now, but an image of her frigging herself off flashed into her head. She found her hands creeping towards her cunt, and the tendrils just kept growing. "No. No!" "My kittens should always say yes," said a male voice. She looked up. A tall man with long green hair, pale skin, and a fully erect penis was walking towards her. She stared at him, still struggling futilyy against the grip of the plant life. The tendrils started to wrap around her upper calves. The dryad smiled at her, putting a finger to his lips. "My, but you are trussed up, aren't you?" He stooped, running his fingers through her long blank hair. She wanted to snap—to bite his finger off—but somehow she just found herself staring at him. She felt her head slowly move with his hand, brushing her cheek against his rough knuckles in some pathetic show of catlike submission. "You know you want it." "Let us cure you, kittyslut." The tendrils and orchid blooms began to wrap around her inner thigh. She let out a little mewl at the sensation. The delicious, glorious sensation. Finally, her body sang. Finally. "Mm." He cupped her chin in his rough hand. "You like that, don't you?" "N-no..." He smirked. "I told you, kittyslut." She gasped as the tendrils began to creep into her dripping, desperate cunt, tickling her clit, forcing her to buck within her bondage. "Say yes." "Y—no." She squirmed, rubbing her legs together. It felt so wrong... "Soooo good," cooed the voices. "Soooo horny. Suuuch a stupid kittyslut; just wants us to take it and pet it so it can lick us forever and ever..." The voice of Anna—a false Anna, she knew, but still beautiful in its lies—sounded in her head. "Mm...I'm waiting for you, Nipper."" "A-Anna?" Nipper whispered. "Yes," the dryad said. He ran his fingers over her lips, laughing as she whimpered from even that slight touch. "Yes, you know you can't fight. Why would you ever run away from this? What a silly slut you are." "No. No!" Nipper struggled to get away from him, but by this time the tendrils held her tight. They lifted her into the air by the arms, forcing both them and her legs to spread wide. She found herself totally trussed and spread in midair, staring into those bold green eyes, totally helpless against his perusal. "Yes. Yes." Anna's voice laughed. "Nipper, don't fight this. I'm waiting for you. Give in to it." "Y-you aren't real," the catgirl hissed. "Oh?" The dryad smiled. "Is this real?" he reached over a hand and tweaked one of her nipples. She let out a cry, screwing her eyes shut. Despite herself, with her eyes closed, she found she was imagining that it was Anna doing this to her, and not a man at all. The image filled her mind instantly as the dryads in her head sprang upon it. It was so much...nicer. Easier. "Yes, kittyslut.. Yes." "I'm real," Anna breathed. "And even if I'm not, I'm real enough, aren't I? Real enough to..." Nipper felt the dryad tweak her other nipple. The tendrils exploded within her, driving her mad with ecstasy as she came closer and closer to coming. And once she did, the pollen would begin to trigger. "And you'll be ours for good." A finger pressed against her lips. Despite herself, she felt her mouth slowly opening, willingly allowing it to enter, to fuck her sensitive lips and fill her with strange pleasure. She drowsily ran her tongue over the finger, sucking on it slightly. "Yes...good little sucking kittyslut. Be a good pet pussy for us." Nipper felt her eyelids growing heavier. She couldn't possibly open them. All she had to do was pretend. She felt her orgasm building. Felt her body going horizontal. Felt Anna—felt the dryad wrap her—wrap his legs around her waist. Felt him straddle her against the soft ground. Evergreen Forest Ch. 14 "Be a good pet pussy for me," Anna cooed, and the voice sounded almost as if it was in her ear now. Nipper could almost believe it. All she had to do was pretend. She shuddered, feeling...feeling Anna's tongue run over her lips once, feeling her lips lock against hers...pretend she believed, pretend anything to keep this pleasure... For me. For me. For me. Anna. Nipper's body exploded in pleasure. She let out a garbled, "Aaaah," around the finger, bucking against the flowers, moaning and gasping as she could barely breath. She shook and gyrated against her bonds, feeling them dig into her, feeling hand pull away from her mouth and start manhandling her breasts. She arched her back and screamed. Her eyes surged open, wide with bliss. She saw the blurry form over her. The green eyes. Green, not blue. Felt the penis head beginning to enter her—right now, she didn't care what it was, she just needed something more than tendrils inside her, anything to prolong this pleasure— For me. Anna. "See she whispered, leaning up slightly and bumping her forward against the dryad's. The color of magic filled her vision. "And hear." ~~~~ Nipper picked herself up off the ground, clawing away the last of the vines from her body. She was still naked. She was still horny as hell. And while the voices had gotten quieter, they were definitely still there. The pollen had begun to reach its final stage. But she was also pissed off. She looked down at the cowering form beneath her. The dryad was clutching his pointed ears, his eyes screwed tightly shut. "S-so bright...make it stop." "What's that?" she asked, a bit louder than she had to. He cringed from the noise. She kicked him in the side, glaring. "Speak up!" He didn't say anything. She spat—not on him, because that would be gross, but to the side like the Cranky One did. "See how you like being sensitized, jerk." It would be some time between an hour and a year until the effect wore off. Long enough. And also, she thought, feeling a very strange emotion, not long enough. Nipper had never known anyone worth hating before (aside from Arachne Girls, but that was more of a professional standard). But she hated. She hated this forest, she hated this dryad, and she hated the whole damn species that built its entertainment off of breaking people. Fey weren't supposed to go for fey. Those were the rules. And who decided anybody should go after anybody, anyways? It made her feel sick. To think she'd masturbated watching Anna, a real, living person, getting raped by those nymphs for so many weeks. She shuddered. The voices seemed much less keen on her now. Perhaps they were wondering what else she could do. Perhaps they just didn't have anybody else free to try and capture her at the moment. For a second, she wondered about that. It certainly was a strange change of course. But she couldn't afford to wait around. She had a job to do. ~~~~~~~~ Note: To be continued! We're slowly approaching a close on Evergreen Forest, folks, and I'm excited. Stay tuned for Chapter Fourteen, in which we find out what's happened to Yilra and an all-new threat emerges to challenge poor Nipper in an altogether different way. Don't forget to like/subscribe/retweet/forward this email/pass the note ahead three rows/leave some feedback! Or do none of that stuff. No big!