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Wizard of Zovoe Chapter 3: The Wood of the Wyr (MF best[?] magic) � 2010 Rhys.The.Mage Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch. 3 || Ch. 4 || Ch. 5 || Ch. 6 || Ch. 7 || Ch. 8 || Ch. 9 || Ch. 10 || Ch. 11 [1] After the events of the previous night, Rhys had taken it easy on Jillian for the entire morning, doing little more than cover several more useful words of the ancient language. But after stopping for lunch, it was time to resume teaching. There were some birds circling near them, and Rhys called out to Jillian. “Now it is time for the difficult lesson.” Jillian turned to face him, curious. The mage looked skyward and pointed to one of the birds. “Lind.” One of the birds gave an audible call of alarm, then plummeted to the ground. It fell near to them and Jillian watched as it chirped and attempted to fly with one of its wings broken. “Why did you do that?” “It is only a bird. You have eaten many have you not? Just kill this one and we shall be done.” Jillian nodded, but found it difficult to gather her will. “Why is this hard?” “I told you, killing is hard. When you do it this way it is much more personal than slashing it with a knife or shooting with a bow. Now, go on. It is only a bird. It is injured and you should put it out of its misery.” Jillian stilled her mind and attempted to think of something, anything that might help. It was no use. She dismounted and approached the bird. “NO!” Rhys yelled. “You will not touch it. You must learn how to do this.” “But,” “There is no choice. You must have knowledge of this, for your own good. Now, kill it.” A small tear formed in one eye, but Jillian stilled her mind and spoke to the bird, attempting to do what she did with compassion. “Eltor,” she said, and the bird chirped in pain, still alive. “You, are not focused my apprentice. You must do this.” Once again, Jillian attempted to steel herself, but this time she focused the anger she felt at the situation on the little animal. “Eltor,” she said more forcefully, and the bird ceased to be. Jillian felt a horrid sense of dread and disgust that seemed to effuse from her pores. Rhys knew what she was feeling. “Did you enjoy that?” She spat at him. “Fuck you. That was a terrible thing to make me do.” “True, but when you feel the urge to kill something more intelligent, more like you, you must remember two things. First, it is difficult to focus, as you have just seen. Second, even once you gain the focus the energy needed is significant. And if there is something around to avenge its death, the distraction and energy loss might make you vulnerable. You have to do your best to master the effects, because sometimes you will have no choice.” Jillian remounted her horse. “And if you master it? It becomes easier?” “No. I already said that was a path to evil and darkness. But if you master it, you can do it when you have to, and still function.” Rhys kicked his heels and turned his horse away from her. “Come, we have many more miles before we sleep.” [2] Late that afternoon, a forest was on the edge of their vision. In a hushed voice, Jillian said, “Is that the Wyr forest?” Zilan shivered at the name. “Aye. It is bad luck to speak of it.” Jillian turned to Rhys. “You say I need a staff, why not get one from the Wyr?” Rhys shook his head as the scout moved a bit further from her. Jillian was puzzled by his reaction. “What is it?” “There are many questions in your words, and many more answers.” Rhys looked at the sun. “But there is time to speak before we camp, and it is probably best that we do so.” “You only partly explained why I need a staff.” “It is not complicated. There is tremendous life energy in the forests of Anora. A staff from one of them will help you focus your energy and allow you to draw more from around you far easier than if you were to try alone.” “But is there a problem with the Wyr? I thought those were just legends.” “They are, but that does not mean they are not based on truth, at some level. What have you heard?” “Only that the Wyr is a dark place that men should avoid. Even those living nearby do not go into it. I also seem to remember something about it losing its heart and thus it seeks a new one, and that is why we must avoid it lest the forest steal ours to use.” She shrugged. “But those just sound like stories.” Rhys nodded. “True, but often there is truth in legends, at least to some extent. It is good thing that men fear going into the Wyr. It is no longer a welcoming place. When I first heard of the Wyr it was no different from any other forest. The Wyr had a Guardian, almost a minor god really, of female nature that tended to the forest and protected it from harm. Those that did not harm the forest had nothing to fear from them. The Guardians protected the forests and the creatures within, and they were bastions against darkness and evil. Then came a time when something attacked the Guardian of the Wyr. No one knows what happened, but the story is that the Guardian went mad and turned to evil. After that, men forgot to respect the forest and did it wrong. Some time later, the goodness of the forest reasserted itself, powerfully. Now it is considered haunted. Not an evil place, but one not safe to enter. No one knows if a new Guardian protects it, but it is well enough to stay clear and leave it to heal on its own.” “And so no staff from the Wyr.” “No my dear, that would not be wise.” Just before sunset they halted well to the south of the road. Though the next town, Baniff, was then a dim glow on the horizon, Gylal thought it best for them to halt for the night and rest. The Wyr was only a half mile distant, a great expanse of giant looming trees that presented an impenetrable wall of green. For all the tales of its woe, it was a lively place, the sounds of birds and animals reaching them easily. The sounds of the nearby forest sang them to sleep after a full meal and a long day in the saddle. [3] Jillian woke slowly, noticing it was still pitch black. A check of the stars told her it was just shy of midnight. Around her all the men were sleeping soundly. Listening intently, Jillian could not figure out what had awakened her. She closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep. “Jillian,” a voice whispered to her. She looked all around her, tried to sense if there was anyone, or anything, nearby: nothing. She was imagining things, probably dreaming. “Jillian,” the voice said again. She could not place if it was male or female. “Jillian,” it spoke again, and Jillian knew it was her own mind playing tricks on her. The voice whispered to her again, this time telling her to go to the forest. “But we are to avoid the forest,” she said quietly, reverently. The voice whispered to her, reassured her, spoke to her calmly and repeated its request, more firmly. Against her better judgment, Jillian stood quietly and padded away from the camp. The voice continued to talk to her, cajoling her to move ever closer to the forest. Oddly, despite the earlier tales, the voice and the nearing forest did not scare her. She could not believe that it bore her ill. Reaching the edge of the forest the voice spoke to her ever more clearly. This time it spoke that she should be nude to commune with the spirit of the forest. She trusted the voice, and quickly shed her clothes and weapons. Still convinced she was dreaming, she felt calm as she padded into the forest along a path of soft leaves, nude as the as the day she was born. Fifty feet into the forest, the voice stopped talking to her. She looked around, but saw no sign of the path. She looked up, but could only see the canopy of leaves. Her pulse quickened for only a heartbeat when the voice spoke to her again. It asked her to lay down and rest, and a hammock appeared out of nowhere, slung between two of the large tree trunks. She walked over to it, found it was green and made of living plants, not of rope as she expected. She climbed into the hammock and rolled to her back. The weave was loose near her hips and shoulders, and briefly her arms and legs went through them and dangled above the forest floor. She giggled at this, but was comfortable as the hammock supported her. Letting her arms and legs dangle, and strangely thinking nothing of it, she closed her eyes and continued to enjoy the bizarre dream. As she relaxed, what felt like a second mesh hammock moved over her chest. Continuing to enjoy the odd dream, she felt her breasts pop through the mesh. Now completely surrounding her, the mesh tightened around her torso, holding her firmly, in something like a lover's embrace. She considered removing the vines, but decided that doing so would injure this small part of the forest. Besides, they didn't seem to be injuring her. She did, however, test the vines and pull at them in an effort to loosen them. As she did so they constricted around her tits and pulled her legs slightly apart. When she let go of the vines, however, their hold did not loosen. Jillian tried to lift her head, but the vine mesh now held her motionless. She could move her legs and arms a little, but she could not free herself. Jillian was pondering her next move when she felt, rather than saw, a number of new tendrils start to crawl over her. She could not look down and see them, but eventually the strands appeared in front of her face. A brief moment of panic hit her, but she breathed deeply and calmed herself, waiting for the forest to make the first violent move. She closed her eyes and felt the tendrils crawl over her face and naked body. The tendrils touched her lightly, and they felt slippery. Her legs were slightly parted, and she felt the plant sliding between her thighs, above and below. She held her breath as the slippery things made contact with her ears, nose, mouth, pussy and ass. There was a moment of discomfort as they probed her ears and nose, but those tendrils quickly retreated. The vines touching her mouth, pussy and ass, however, slipped easily into her. Jillian felt an instant, no more, of surprise with a hint of revulsion, and then everything changed. Suddenly she was hungry, thirsty and tremendously horny. She felt the tendrils withdraw, but the feelings of carnal hunger remained. She tried to reach her pussy with her hands, but she could not. She tried to squeeze her thighs together, but they were held just firmly enough to prevent it. Jillian had only a short time to wonder what was next when a much thicker plant protuberance appeared before her, just out of reach of her mouth. She was quite thirsty, and it was dripping a clear liquid. She felt, but could not see, something that appeared to be about the same size, just touching her asshole and the entrance to her pussy. The dream was becoming more and more interesting. She was thirsty, horny, and now the forest was close to providing what she wanted. She was eager, but the forest held back. A voice, not one in her head this time, spoke to her, inches from her ears if she was correct. “Why are you here?” The voice said, and Jillian at once knew it was male. She found that odd, but answered without delay. “The forest called me,” she said. She no sooner had the words out of her mouth when the two of the vegetable cocks pressed slowly and firmly into her. The large cucumber-like appendages extended themselves some ten inches into her pussy and ass. It has to be a dream, she briefly thought, since nothing that big could go up her backside without pain. Jillian was just a pawn to the vegetable cocks inside her as she was flipped over. In front of her, not two feet away, was a huge creature that had the rear quarters of a horse and the torso and head of a man. He was standing comfortably on his horse legs, watching her. Jillian watched as the dripping green cock in front of her pushed into her mouth and down her throat. It was blocking her air and she had no way to remove it. The half man-half horse creature saw the fear in her eyes and smiled. “Really, what is there to be afraid of? A dream cannot kill you.” He laughed thinly, “Just try to breathe. The forest does not want to kill you. At least not that way.” Her mouth stuffed with green cock, she nevertheless believed the creature and tried to inhale. To her surprise, she found she could. Now she knew it was a dream—no way she was breathing around a ten inch green cock that was halfway down her throat. As she relaxed, she realized the green cock in her mouth was secreting some kind of fluid and she was no longer thirsty. She nursed at it with her throat and tongue, and as it continued fucking her mouth in tandem with the other two cocks, she gave herself over to the pleasure of her imagination. The cocks in her ass and pussy drove alternately in and out of her, their girth and length massaging her insides and her clit completely, and driving her relentlessly toward climax. The appendage in her pussy drove itself fully into her and stopped, and the cock in her ass sped up and stroked her though a glorious orgasm. Jillian groaned in release around the cock in her throat, then the cock in her ass held itself motionless as the one in her pussy fucked her impossibly fast and quickly drove her to another climax. She came and came, the wonderful vegetable cocks changing up their pace and tactics. Never letting her catch her breath, they continued to fuck and pleasure her. She lost track of time, but eventually the appendage in her mouth pulled back from her throat, and she felt it throb and start pumping liquid into her mouth. The fluid tasted like flower nectar, and her mouth worked the vegetable cock to get as much refreshment as she could get out of it. All too soon she had drained the cock, and it pushed its way back down her throat. As it did so, the two cocks inside her pussy and ass swelled and started to pump a slightly cool liquid into her pussy and ass. The feeling was delightful and she came forcefully yet again, and her climax continued as the cocks inside her pumped her full. Finally, the plants were done with her. They withdrew slowly from her body, leaving her limp and exhausted, and still a prisoner of the green hammock. As she opened her eyes she saw that not every part of the forest was limp and exhausted. [4] The strange half horse-half man being standing in front of her was sporting a tremendous erection. A true horse cock extended a full foot from its hairy sheath, rigid and dripping continuously. He had obviously been affected by Jillian's lewd performance with the plants. He leaned forward, his cock swaying just a few feet from her. “So you say the spirit of the forest spoke to you?” Jillian attempted to nod, but when she could not move, she just moved her eyebrows. “More like it whispered to me, but without words. I still knew what it wanted.” “I find your tale unlikely. The forest only calls to kindred spirits. And while you certainly can fuck like a nymph, you are no dryad.” “I tell you I am here because it called me.” “Hmmm. Perhaps you are a relative? Maybe a powerful magic-user?” “As a matter of fact, yes.” “Yes what? A relative?” “No, but I am a magic-user, albeit a new one.” “What do you mean, a new one?” “I am recently apprenticed, but still a spell caster.” “The forest would call only the mighty. If you are powerful, why do you not free yourself?” “Perhaps I did not wish to harm the forest since it was not harming me.” The centaun scratched his chin, his cock still clearly ready for action. “Well, if you can convince me of your power, then I would be of a mind to help you.” Jillian, quite horny, had an idea. "I can make you spend with a single touch." The centaun looked skeptical. "Very well, but you must avoid that which is forbidden." He smiled. "And that would be?" "My seed should not directly touch the ground of the forest." Jillian smiled at the obvious gambit. “Of course not. I can avoid that." Jillian thought about it, and came up with a plan. She used her hands to coax the tendrils around her chest to a different hold, one that squeezed her large tits together but left the space between them free. "If you would be so kind as to have them roll me over." The centaun did not move, but Jillian was rolled over onto her back. "Now stand astride my chest." He did, his enormous club of a cock dripping on her belly. She didn't know if her idea would work, but it was sex spell, a simple one, and one she had used on Rhys before. She reached out and took a hold of the centaun's shaft, and though she could not fully grasp it, she aimed it at the space between her tits. It continued to drip lewdly in the valley between her breasts. She felt it, found it slippery. "What do they call you?" "Micah," he said. She released his cock. "Harib, Micah, tiss, pudutage." she said. "I don't feel anything unusual," he said. "Mmmm.” Jillian pushed her breasts together. “When you are ready, thrust between my tits." Jillian wondered just how much cum the centaun would produce. Though it was not the only indicator, his balls were the size of oranges. She did not have long to wait, however, because Micah the centaun was ready to burst, as always. He thrust his cock into the valley of her cleavage. The effect was immediate. As his
cock touched her tits, his orgasm began. Jillian, who had no
experience with this type of hybrid creature, was stunned by his
climax. She had anticipated the first pulse, and a large amount of warm
heavy fluid shot from his cock head and flowed between her tits and
down to her neck. But unlike a man, whose spend came in spurts, the centaun's seed continued to flow from his cock like water
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