Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2007 02:22:18 +0000
From: Milo Jones <nemianlion@hotmail.com>
Subject: dungeons and dragons chapter 3: Into the wood

Dungeons and Dragons

Swords out, holes open, role initiative!

Chapter three: Into the wood

For five days, man and dwarf rested in the hall of the dwarfs.  In that
time, Markus explained his vision and quest to Kirth, Bolof, and the dwarf
king.  The dwarfs were skeptical, but Kirth was eager for more adventure, so
whether he believed the prophesy was true or not was immaterial.  And ever
since Markus healed his wound with a kiss, he had felt growing fondness for
the young priest.  So it was that on the fifth day after Markus's rescue the
two headed out of the dwarf citadel.  Kirth rode upon his great black
stallion Roac, while Markus walked on foot, for the dwarfs, not being great
horse riders themselves, had no steed to replace the one lost to the orcs.
As they were leaving, Bolof caught up with them.  "You weren't going to
leave without me, were you?"

"I didn't think you believed my vision," replied Markus.

"I didn't," said Bolof with feigned gruffness, "but Kirth has become quite
dear to my father, who would not want any harm to befall him.  Therefore he
has sent me as his guardian."  The dwarf grabbed Krith's ass and planted his
lips on the barbarian's leather pouch, kissing and fondling the soft dick
inside.  "That was a farewell from my father.  May we all return safely!"
Kirth laughed and returned the kiss, as the three of them set out into the
cool morning.

After keeping a steady pace for a week, the three of them saw a vast sea of
green spreading across the horizon.  They had come to the Black Wood.  Few
who entered it ever returned, for it was filled with man-eating plants.
Still, this was the only road that did not go out of their way, and neither
Kirth nor Bolof was willing to shy from the challenge.  Little light could
navigate its way to the floor of the wood.  Above their heads, the spreading
branches intertwined with vines to create a nearly impenetrable matrix.
Great brown and black birds hopped from branch to branch, calling in hoarse
screams.  Still, the little party moved on with little regard for the change
in scenery.

Three days into the wood, the party was camped for the night.  The fire had
gone out hours ago, leaving nothing to fend off the complete blackness of
the wood.  The three men dozed.  Markus half roused from unconsciousness.
In a sleepy haze, he could feel something sliding under the waist of his
under garments.  It wiggled around his furry bottom, gently probing his ass
hole, then moving between his legs and cupping his balls.  He thought it
must be Kirth lying beside him, so he just groaned and pushed his ass toward
the resting muscle man, giving the barbarian whatever pleasure he desired.
But a few minutes later, Markus felt something grab his wrists and ankles
and start to drag him along the ground.  He opened his eyes.  Darkness only,
but he could sense another presence.  Markus drew the divine power within
him, chanting his prayer for light.  The tent lit up in a flash of cool
white light, and he could see a dozen green tendrils had entered their tent.
  Each was thicker than a man's arm at the base, but they tapered to bulbous
tips, perhaps an inch or two in diameter, the exact shape of the head of a
penis.  One of these was worming around Markus's crotch, while another
wrapped around both his ankles and a third tied his wrists.  The remaining
tendrils glided silently over his companions and started to descend.

"What in the name of Mighty Kord?!" shouted Markus, awakening the dwarf and
the barbarian.  He struggled in his bonds, and with a mighty heave of his
back muscles, he pulled his arms apart, rending the tendril to shreds.
Within moments the Kirth and Bolof were reaching for their weapons.  There
was little room to maneuver within the little tent, and they could not swing
their blades against the beast of a plant without hitting each other.
Markus sat up, grabbing the tendrils that held his legs, as they dragged him
from the tent.  Kirth and Bolof soon followed, pressing past the tendrils to
get out of the tent.

In the gloom outside, the three heroes could make out the writhing mass of
dozens of tendrils, but in the weak light from the tent, their bases
disappeared into the night.  Even the dwarf, with his eyes used to the dim
mines of his race, could not see from where the tendrils grew.  The air was
thick with pollen and perfume, a strange odor like semen, sweat, and ripe
ass holes.  The scent had an intoxicating magic, and the three of them felt
their loins burn and blood rush to their penises.

Still, the excitement of battle was strong.  With a great roar, Kirth lifted
his great sword over his head, displaying his might chest and arms, and
brought it down on the tendrils holding Markus's legs.  Markus quickly
scrambled to his feet, and Bolof, who had thought to take the priest's war
hammer out of the tent, tossed it to him.  The three of them circled
themselves and faced the onslaught, hacking and slashing with sword and axe
and pounding with hammer.  Bits of plant flew everywhere, and a green slime
oozed from the plant's wounds.  Yet the slime only increased the magic
perfume, and they found it harder and harder to concentrate as their cocks
grew more erect and hungry.

In the half light, it was difficult to see all the tendrils, which struck
out of the darkness like vipers.  A thick tendril knocked Bolof off his
feet.  Kirth turned to hack the tendril off, but another vine caught his
wrist so he swung off balance and missed.  The tendril lifted Bolof off the
ground by one foot, while another grabbed the wrist that held his axe.
While the barbarian recovered his footing, two more tendrils latched on to
his sword arm.  He flexed his biceps, thick arteries bulging under his
bronze skin.  The vines couldn't withstand the barbarian's rock-like
muscles.  One snapped, then another, but before the third went, two more
tendrils had wrapped themselves around his ankles and lifted him into the
air.  Alone, Markus could not fend off the attack, and soon the vines had
wrestled the hammer away and started to lift the struggling human.

The tendrils roamed over the naked flesh of their prey.  They had taken off
most of their gear to sleep, and now they hung in the air, nearly naked,
Markus wearing only his under garments, Kirth only his leather pouch, and
Bolof only his cup.  Two tendrils moved up and down Markus's furry chest.
They then wrapped around his waistband and with a tug ripped his underwear
in half.  His engorged cock stuck nearly straight up his hairy belly.  The
tendrils spread his legs apart; one went sliding up his ass crack, while
another encircled his cock shaft and started to jack him off.  Meanwhile,
the tendrils had pulled down Kirth's pouch, revealing his own massive
erection, and were busy exploring his massive smooth muscles.  The vines
held the barbarian's arms over his head, opening his deep arm pits for more
vines to caress.  Two vines had each wrapped themselves around his big
nipples and were squeezing them and kneading his big pecs.  They pulled his
legs toward his head, so that the huge man was bent nearly double and his
meaty ass cheeks were spread wide open.  "Argh!" Kirth groaned as a vine
pushed its way into his fuck chute.  He struggled to pull his ass off the
vine, but he couldn't get any leverage suspended in air.  The vine buggered
the barbarian's hole expertly, twisting and turning and massaging his
prostate.  Kirth grunted and heaved with pleasure and lust.  "Oh, fuck, yes,
YES! More!!"  A tendril moved to Kirth's face, so close that for the first
time Kirth could see that the head ended in an opening just like a piss slit
that oozed the same green slime.  He knew he should resist, but the fucking
was incredibly good and the magic perfume was making him crazy for more.
The barbarian opened his mouth wide and let the vine slide deep into this
throat. Completely giving in, he sucked eagerly and lapped up every drop of
the sweet green goo.

Focused now only on fucking, Kirth was barely aware of his muffled cries of
ecstasy.  He was completely oblivious to the shouts coming from Bolof
nearby.  The dwarf had given in to his lust, and since he no longer
threatened to escape, the vine had set him on the ground again.  He was
leaning back on his hands, crouched on the ground.  Two tendrils had already
pushed his chain thong aside and made their way into the dwarf's hungry fuck
hole.  He was bobbing up and down on the two green poles with all his
energy, shouting "Oh, yes!  Fuck me, Fuck my hole so hard!  Harder, I say!!"
  Tendrils entwined with his long beard and circled his barrel chest and
stout waist.  They undid the chain holding his cup on.  A new kind of vine
appeared.  At its end, instead of a green bulb, was a more slender pink bud.
  Its petals parted slightly at the tips.  It nuzzled the dwarf's fat dick
before placing its opening on the swollen head of the Bolof's penis, and
swallowing the whole shaft.  The flower squeezed and sucked the dwarf's
cock.  "Yeah, suck my big cock!" he shouted.  The vines pushed Bolof forward
onto his hands and knees.  The two tendrils in his ass spread themselves,
prying the dwarf hole open.  "Argh!! My ass! My fucking shitter!"  A third
tendril glided up and worked its way between the two, so now the dwarf's
tortured hole was working three tendrils at once.  They moved in and out
like pistons out of synch, stretching and massaging the dwarf's bowels like
never before.   Bolof pushed his ass back, wanting it all.  "Fuck fuck FUCK!
  Yes, ream my hole good.  Mine it, yeah, mine my ass! Mine it hard and
deep! Oh fuck-" His groans were cut short as another vine plunged into his
mouth, squirting its intoxicating juices.

Markus was still trying to fight.  A thick vine was working his ass hole,
while a flower sucked his cock.  Vines spanked his rump and caressed up and
down his big body.  The pleasure was amazing, but the priest fought back.
Struggling to get his hands free, his hairy chest heaved, arms flexed, with
muscles bulging to the breaking point, but still the vines held firm.
Finally, he could take no more, and his whole body shuddered has he spilled
his semen inside the flower.  He grunted and screamed as pleasure rocked his
body.  But still the plant continued, if anything with even more ferocity.
The vines forced his legs further apart, as another vine entered his aching
butt.  The sucking on his cock became even more intense, as another vine
forced its way into his mouth.  Soon he was cumming again.  In the darkness
he could hear his companions having orgasm after orgasm as they were all
fucked and sucked without mercy.

Markus became aware they were being pulled into the wood and away from their
tent.  He was dizzy and weak from the fucking, and also he suspected the
green slime, but in the darkness he could make out the body of the plant.
It stood over twenty feet high.  Several rings of tendrils grew from the
base, and atop the whorls sat a huge flesh colored flower.  Markus tried to
struggle, but he was too weak, as were his companions.  One by one, they
were pulled into the great flower that closed with a squelch.

Just as Markus was starting to lose consciousness, the darkness was ripped
apart.  The glow of a torch burned his eyes, and he could see steel flashing
in the light.  A hand pulled him through the broken wall of the flower, and
he rolled onto the ground a slimy mess.  He looked up to see Kirth and Bolof
also on the ground and the huge plant on fire and shaking with pain and
rage.  A figure with a torch in one hand and a scimitar in the other was
cleaving through tendrils and setting them alight.  In a few moments, the
plant was dead.

It was several minutes before any of them could muster the strength to
stand.  The magical perfume and the plant's toxic cum had sapped their
energy.  Markus squinted in the darkness, and his eyes finally focused on
their savior.  He was an elf man, clad in studded leather.  His face was
smooth but stern and square jawed, and like all of his race, he looked
neither young nor old.  He had bright green eyes and long hair the color of
cream.  The elf reached down and hauled Markus to his feet.  "You must come
with me.  There are more rapevines about; you are in grave danger."  Markus
stumbled naked and dripping to his feet.  Bolof was on his hands and knees,
shaking the slime out of his beard.  Kirth stumbled to his feet, but lost
his balance and fell toward Markus, who caught the beefy barbarian.  Markus
held the large man, one hand on the top of his buttocks, the other around
his massive shoulders, and he kissed him once again.  The divine power in
Markus's gut began to swell.  The power traveled up and into the barbarian
who regained his strength, stood firmly on his two feet, grabbed the
priest's ass cheeks, and kissed him back.  The force of the barbarian's kiss
took Markus's breath away, as the barbarian king sucked and kneaded the
priest's bearded lips.

"We must go!" shouted the elf, shattering the two men's kiss.  The three of
them were hardly in any condition to argue, so they followed the elf back to
their camp, where they quickly collected their things.

Bolof, who was always suspicious of elves, was the first to ask, "Who are
you, and where are you taking us?"

The elf, who was already heading into the wood, turned just long enough to
say, "I'm taking you to the druid, Tallin.  Without his help, you will not
survive the wood."



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