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Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: This is a smaller entry at just above 3,000 words. There’s two separate sex scenes, one centered on facefucking the other on vine-tentacles with a dash of pheromone mind control.
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We’ll open to Riowondail have just been broken by her demon’s nightly visit and he’s now using her body to pleasure himself as he gives her instructions for the day. “The need to be more afraid,” he’ll tell her. “They need reasons to increase and make changes to the keeps defenses so you can more easily sabotage them.” Once he’s done with her he’ll give her a small potted plant and tell her to plant it in the keep’s garden. We’ll then jump to the keep’s tender of this garden being attacked by cock-tipped tentacle vines. We’ll pause there to decide how the rest of that assault plays out.
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As the Demon that loomed over Riowondail pulled its throbbing cock from her mouth the small woman let out a whimper of submission. She was on her knees on the floor of her bedroom, back pressed into the side of her bed. A mess of half-vomited-up saliva and Demon cum ran down the front of her face, much of it having dripped onto her bare chest and small breasts. Her face was flush as she panted, gasping in deep breaths after having been broken by the unrelenting face fucking the Demon had just forced her to endure.
“I adore this moment,” the Demon growled happily as he rubbed his cock from side to side across the little woman’s face, smearing the slimy mess covering his cock onto her. “Every night I get to break you. Every night I get to see the defiance then hope leave your face. And every night I get to indulge in the pleasure your strange little body offers.”
Riowondail’s tongue lolled from her mouth as she panted pathetically, too broken to speak a response. He’d told her she endured these nocturnal assaults every night. She had no memory of those horrible events, but she had been able to sense the truth in the perverse monster’s words. The brutal sexual assault felt too familiar.
As he’d brutally fucked her face he’d gloated between grunts of pleasure, telling her how once she was broken each night he’d use his Demonic powers to give her commands that would she’d unknowingly carry out the next day. She had no memory of this either, yet just like the nightly assaults the revelation felt true. The strange things she’d been doing recently started to make sense.
I’m being made to betray everyone in the keep, she thought, whimpering in misery as the Demon continued to rub its cock on her face. When the keep falls to The Corruption it will be my fault as much as anyone else. I’m too weak and pathetic to stop it… Too weak to be anything other than a tool of The Corruption.
The Demon grabbed hold of Riowondail’s head with both his hands, using his thumbs to press the underside of his cock hard against her face. The monster started rocking his hips, sliding his member up and down her face. His cock’s sliding movements were made slippery-smooth by the slimy mess covering it and her face.
“Not even a woman to fuck, just a pathetic piece of meat for me to pleasure myself with,” the Demon moaned. “You’ve no idea how much I enjoy these visits. I’ve worked long with my master, enduring many hardships as the pieces were moved into place for what they and The Corruption intend to happen here at Almerry Keep.”
Riowondail whimpered. This was worse than the brutal facefucking. It was like the Demon wasn’t fucking her anymore, it was just rubbing itself off on her face. Using her to pleasure itself like she was nothing more than a masturbation aid.
He’s talking about whatever corrupted, perverse god created him, she thought, trying to distract herself from the demeaning thing happening to her. As a Demon he was a being created by a god and sent to the physical plain of Alaria to do the deity’s bidding.
Perhaps in past nights the Demon had told her what god or goddess it served, but it had not done so this night. She was being left ignorant of what corrupted god she was being made to serve.
It doesn’t really matter, she thought, despair and misery overtaking her and lulling her further into apathetic submission. Whatever god created this Demon serves The Corruption and it is that perverse force that wants to see the Sisterhood of Righteousness fall.
Almerry Keep was only one of countless places across Alaria that served as a place of power for the Sisterhood. But with the massive army there, lured no doubt as part of this sinister plan, its fall would severely weaken the organization as a whole. When the keep fell and word spread it would shake the other members of the Sisterhood to the core, threatening to destabilize a weakened organization.
And when that happens it will have been my fault as much as anyone else, Riowondail thought once more, wanting to wail in despair but too broken to do even that.
“Open your mind now, servant of The Corruption,” the Demon growled as it kept using Riowondail’s face to pleasure itself. “It is time for your instructions for the coming day.” It paused, using the immense power bestowed upon it by its creator to reach into Riowondail’s mind. She groaned then whimpered, submitting without a fight.
“The keep WILL fall,” the Demon began. “But there is much to do. Long plans and machinations that need to be seen to their ends. The keep itself is protected not just by strong walls but by powerful magical enchantments. They must be weakened, but that will come later. First the women of the keep, both inside its walls and the army outside, need their strength sapped.
“To do that they must first be made to feel afraid. The pathetic scouting party will almost certainly never return from The Great Corrupted Forest and that will spread fear. But there needs to be more and it needs to begin spreading now. They need to be made to feel unsafe. They need reasons to increase and make changes to the keep’s defenses so that you, and any other corrupted Sisterhood members, can better sabotage them.”
As he spoke and used her face to continue pleasuring himself he placed powerful compulsions into Riowondail’s mind. As the last was put in place the Demon grunted in pleasure, sliding its cock down her face as it spasmed and oozed out a thick load of Demon cum that it left messily running down the woman’s face.
“You will soon clean yourself up and go back to bed,” the Demon said, its face weak from post-orgasmic laze. It wasn’t the first time it had cum since beginning its sexual assault on the small woman, but it was the only orgasm that had temporarily sated its unending sexual lusts. That meant its power was nearing its end and it would soon dissipate to return to the Ethereal plane where its creator would renew its power for its next nocturnal visit.
“You’ll wake with no memory of what’s happened tonight, just as you do every night,” the Demon told Riowondail as it lumbered weakly across the woman’s bedroom. “But the compulsions I’ve planted within your mind will drive you. And they will require something special,” he told her as he placed a hand palm down on the desk he’d walked to.
The hand glowed with sparking red energy. The glow intensified, green vine-like tendrils running through the red energy. The energy pulled into the palm of his hand, coalescing to form something physical under his hand and out of Riowondail’s sight.
“This is a special seed,” the Demon proclaimed as he lifted his hand to reveal something that looked like the pit of a fruit.
It was about the size of Riowondail’s small clenched fist and had veins of energy running across its surface that glowed, fading from sparking red to lush green then back again. As Riowondail went about cleaning herself up she could feel the evil thing’s power. It was sinister and deeply infused with The Corruption.
She could also feel the Demon using the last of its power to wrap the seed in enchantments that would mask its corrupted presence. By the time she woke she’d not be able to feel how evil the thing was nor would anyone else in the keep.
“It comes from the Great Corrupted Forest,” the Demon explained, voice low and so weak it sounded as though speaking was a struggle. “It is but only a small thing, a shadow of the seeds that The Great Corrupted Forest will one day produce. When the Gardener’s work here is done, when her power is sealed in sacrifice she’ll become something more than mortal but not quite godlike. She’ll be like the Forest Witches, a part of Alaria. She’ll be able to make seeds that can then be planted in distant lands. They will spawn new corrupted forests, ones that will spawn not just perverse arboreal nightmares but new incarnations of the Gardener.”
The Demon tapped the seed as his body began to shimmer with sparking red power. It was fading from reality, clinging on for just a few more moments to make clear what was expected of Riowondail. “You shall take this lesser seed of the Great Corrupted Forest and plant it in Almerry Keep’s gardens. It will take root. It will mutate and corrupt. And it will begin to spread some much-needed fear.”
* * *
As Elligreph Greenthumb strolled through Almerry Keep’s gardens she felt a strange tension. Although she wasn’t a proper Druid the dark-skinned Elve’s deep knowledge as an herbalist learned over hundreds of years had left her almost as attuned to nature as a Druid would be.
“There’s something wrong here,” she muttered ominously, unsure what it was she was feeling. It unsettled her. The place felt soiled in some way while there was a feeling of wild, unnatural, and unhealthy growth coming from some of the plant life around her.
The outer ring of the keep’s gardens was full of herbs and vegetables while the center was more akin to a small wooded area, just wide and thick enough so you couldn’t see to the other side of it. The trees there were tall and ancient, their roots deep and woven with Druidic enchantments that helped protect the keep and its inhabitants.
Elligreph could feel strong, negative feelings coming from the trees. She couldn’t quite make out the subtle language of tree song like a Druid could, but she could pick up on the emotions the trees were expressing. Danger. Warning. Fear. Corruption!
As Elligreph neared the patch of trees she felt dark foreboding. There was a feeling of someone or something watching her that left her skin crawling. For the first time in decades she was aware of just how revealing her outfit was.
Her Elven homeland had been a hot place where clothing had been scant by necessity. It was also one of the many Elven enclaves where Elves who underwent their sexual awakening were sent away till it either passed or they learned to suppress those distracting desires. As such she’d spent her life before joining the Sisterhood dressing in a fashion she’d later discovered scandalized most of Alaria’s population.
The Elve had dressed more conservatively for a time, but since she was stationed at Almerry Keep she’d rarely left its walls and had taken to dressing the way that felt most natural to her. Her elegant but revealing Elven outfit left much of her body on display. And as an Elve who was far more pure-blooded than most she had what many races viewed as an indecently thick build, with a large plump ass and what many considered overlarge breasts.
Normally she thought little of her body or how much of it her clothing left exposed. But as she neared the menacing, sick feeling coming from the trees ahead of her she wished she had some kind of cloak to throw over herself. It was like eyes were upon her, eyes greedy with carnal hunger.
The urge to turn and flee was strong, but as the caretaker of the keep’s garden it was her duty to at least determine the darkness she felt. Perhaps her herbal lore and gardening skills would allow her to heal whatever was ailing the trees. If not she needed to at least determine the sickness before enlisting one or more of the keep’s Druids.
Once to the trees she discovered strange vines growing all over them and hanging down from their branches. The vines were ones she’d never seen in the garden, seeming to have sprung up overnight. They were lush in the way only newly grown greenery could be, yet there was an unhealthy wild sense to them. She had the impression that if left to their own devices they would choke out other things in the garden.
Their surface was also unlike anything natural she’d ever seen. Although green their surface looked more like that of flesh and although she didn’t dare to touch any she suspected they’d FEEL fleshy. There were even visible veins on some that deeply disturbed her. Their shape combined with the fleshiness and those veins suggested an unfamiliar male lewdness she only knew well enough to be disturbed by.
There was more. A feeling from them that deeply unsettled her. Again she felt she was being watched with eyes that were looking at her body in ways she preferred not to be looked at.
The urge to flee returned, but the Elve once more suppressed it. She had to learn more about these strange vines before deciding what to do. She knew simply cutting them down wouldn’t be good enough. Their roots would need digging up. That was something she could do, but the fact they’d appeared as if by magic overnight suggested their growth was far from natural. If they were magical in nature she’d need the help of the Druids to root them out.
Elligreph stepped cautiously up to the tree most covered in the unsettling vines. There were small flowers growing on the thickest parts of the vines. Red flowers that were strangely enticing.
The red was important, wasn’t it? Something in her mind was ringing alarm bells as she saw the vibrant red of the flowers, but something was making her ignore the warning.
She moved closer, the air tense and heavy. There was a powerful fragrance coming from the small flowers. Thick. Enticing. Almost addictive. She started to suspect the hint of this fragrance in the air was why she’d gone into the dense, vine-filled patch of trees instead of going for help. There was menace here, a sense of peril, yet that fragrance! She HAD to inhale more of it.
It was awakening something in her, something she’d never truly felt before. A heat in her core that led to an aching she didn’t understand. Her heart was pounding. Her womanhood felt oddly moist. There was an unfamiliar longing filling her body, a growing want of release. But release from what? Tension. She felt tension in a way she’d never felt before. A longing for… something. Some kind of pleasure she’d never experienced perhaps?
She was confused. Her mind so muddled by the enticing fragrance that she wasn’t able to tell how wrong her state of mind was. Moving as if in a trance she stumbled forward, a hand moving to her crotch while another moved to cup one of her overlarge breasts.
Elligreph leaned down, closing her eyes and slowly inhaling the powerful fragrance of the red flower. A puff of red pollen shot up into her face as she inhaled, leaving her dizzy. She inhaled deeply, taking in as much of the pollen as she could. It sent a wave of heat through her body.
When the heat reached her hands she felt compelled to squeeze her breast and rub her womanhood. It felt good. It satiated the aching hunger she’d never felt before, yet paradoxically left her aching for more. She kept her eyes closed, lost in the spell of the fragrant flowers while she clumsily groped her breast and rubbed at her pussy with no skill.
If Elligreph’s eyes had been open she’d have seen the way the vines all around her had begun to writhe, making them look more like snakes than vines. She’d have seen some of these vines lowering from above, reaching for her and looking like the tentacles of some beast lurking all around her.
But Elligreph didn’t see the vines reaching for her. Nor did she see their tips, tips that would have disturbed her so much it would have shocked her out of the hypnotic haze of arousal the pheromone-soaked flower fragrance had put her into.
Obscene tips with bulbous ends that left each vine tentacle looking like huge prehensile phalluses. Some had underdeveloped tips that only suggested something phallic, but others were fully developed. The green of the vine shifted to a fleshier pink on those, their tips were indistinguishable from a Human man’s penis. As these neared the entranced Elve their tips grew more rigid and began to leak ample amounts of cum-like sap.
They held back just out of arm’s reach, waiting for Elligreph to sink deeper into a haze of arousal. Only after she pulled her top down and let her large, heavy breasts fall free so she could play with her nipples did they draw closer.
By the time they started to slither onto her body, leaving a trail of slimy, sappy precum behind on her dark skin, Elligreph was so lost to lust she didn’t object to their arrival. She kept her eyes closed, moaning at the feel of the fleshy things rubbing and slithering up her limbs. When one moved between her breasts she moaned deeper, instinctively grabbing her tits and pressing them tight around it. She moaned even deeper as the cock-tipped vine started thrusting between her tits, the sappy precum leaking from it lubricating its motions.
One of the cockvines took the way she opened her mouth as she moaned as an invitation. It pressed into her mouth, quivering in excitement as the woman sealed her lips around it. She sucked as it thrust in and out of her mouth, not sure why her body was telling her to do this but certain it was the right thing. The sap leaking from the tip of the vine tasted amazing! It coaxed the fire burning in her, filling her with hunger for more of the stuff.
She grabbed cockvines, shivering in delight as she squeezed them. They were fleshy with just a little spongy give, yet so hard and getting harder as she held them. She started stroking them, not sure why she was doing it but once more certain it was the right thing. It made them harder. It made more of the delicious sap leak from their tips.
Soon she was lifting them to her face, switching from cockvine to cockvine to suck on them with sloppy greed. Sometimes the cockvines would quiver and fill her mouth with their delicious sap. She’d gulped it down greedily, needing more of the muddling warmth it spread through her body and mind.
When one of the cockvines started to rub against her womanhood it felt right. The strip of cloth that hung from her waist and covered her womanhood had only a thin garment under it, little more than silky panties that she pulled aside to let the thing rub directly on the bare skin of her hairless sex.
Her pussy throbbed and ached. She was so wet moisture had started to down her thick thighs, moisture that flowed ever more freely as the cockvine rubbed the precum-sap into her slit.
Elligreph moaned as she sucked on cockvines, shifting her body and leaning forward while grabbing her pussy lips and spreading them apart. Her wet opening ached to be filled. She invited the cockvine rubbing against her in, longing to feel its rigid length deep inside her. Perhaps her inner tightness would do to it what her mouth was doing to the others. Perhaps it would flood her insides with the cum-sap that was making her feel so amazing.
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