A book-length prelude to this story can be found in “Elven Ranger’s Doom” where the main threat to Almerry Keep is introduced.

The introduction of the “girl squad” and the story of the Forest Witch’s seduction of Amoera, the fate of two members of the girl squad, and the following events leading to this point in the story can be found in “Amoera’s Corruption”.

Next Dunla Dhuarcain led the “girl squad” in a doomed mission to save Amoera in “The Quest to Kill The Forest Witch”.

The Great Corrupted Forest

“Dunla Dhuarcain, you ruin things.” The words ran through Dunla’s mind day and night. She dreamed about the words. She thought she heard them whispered to her constantly when she was awake.

The only time the words didn’t haunt her was when she had the Mirror Sword in her hands. She told herself that was why she always kept it as close as she could. When not hung from her belt she would keep it within arm’s reach or resting in her lap. Whenever possible, especially when the magical sword was in her lap, she kept a hand resting on the handle.

It wasn’t just that it brought her a sense of peace, it was how the others in Almerry Keep reacted to the sight of it. Nearly all of them were in awe of her and her Mirror Sword. She was the naive girl, daughter of a great line of warriors who had always been a bit of a disappointment as she trained. A tall freckle-covered girl with long orange-red hair and pretty looks who had been being trained to lead yet always seemed not to have quite earned the faith her trainers put in her.

Then one of the girls training with her to become a warrior of the Sisterhood of Righteousness, a Blood Elve named Amoera, disappeared. Not long after her disappearance two more of the young Sisterhood members training in the keep had disappeared as well.

After their disappearance Dunla had led four of her other young friends into the enchanted forest where the powerful being known as the Forest Witch lived. They’d gone to kill the witch and save Amoera. But Amoera hadn’t needed or wanted saving. And now she was gone and so were all of Dunla’s friends.

Dunla had been the only one that had returned from the forest. She’d completed half her quest: she’d killed the Forest Witch. But it had come at a cost. All her friends had been lost and she’d been changed. The witch had forced her to discover and admit things about herself, about her lust for women and how greedy her sexual needs were now that she’d accepted them.

She’d also learned that everyone at the keep was doomed. The Corruption is coming for us all, she thought darkly as she prepared to join the other senior staff at the keep’s morning war council. I’ve told them nearly everything I learned about what is coming for us and they just won’t listen. It’s not that they don’t believe me, they just think they are strong enough to take on The Corruption and its servants.

She looked at herself in the mirror, straightening her new clothes and pulling the low-cut neckline of her shirt down a little more. She liked how much of her freckled chest the outfit showed off. It made her feel much more grown-up than the clothing she’d had to wear as a Sisterhood soldier in training.

Dunla was tempted to grab her small breasts and try to push them up, but she’d already seen there was no point. They were too small for that. Even with a tight corset pushing them up she’d have little cleavage to display. Still, she enjoyed seeing so much of her skin on display. It made her feel confident and sexy. More importantly, it allowed her to notice how many of the other women in the keep looked at her exposed upper chest.

They look at me like a woman now, she thought happily. Not a girl in training. An equal and for those of them who like women the way I do they look at me with lust in their eyes. Maybe that lust wouldn’t be there if they didn’t think I was powerful and important now, but what does it matter? I’ll never tire of being looked at that way.

She had no idea how long any of them had left. The doom coming for them all could arrive in days or years. Regardless of how much time they had left Dunla planned on making the most of it. In the keep she was surrounded by beautiful women, nearly all of them highly trained warriors in some way. All of them felt the stress of the times they were living through, all needing some release. She planned on helping as many as she could find a bit of that release.

The Sisterhood doesn’t frown on woman on woman love the way they disapprove of sexual passion involving men. I don’t even have to be sneaky about my intentions, although I can’t flaunt them too openly. And these new women who have arrived with the army are even MORE open about their sexuality than those who were already stationed at the keep. It would be an exciting time if there wasn’t such a cloud of doom hanging over us all.

After a final straightening of the orange-red hair that hung down her back Dunla decided she couldn’t put off leaving to attend the war council any longer. She grabbed the Mirror Sword and hung it from the scabbard on her belt then opened her door.

“Good morning, Dunla.”

Dunla screamed, jumping back and moving to draw her sword.

The woman who had been standing on the other side of her door waiting for her threw her arms up and laughed. “I’m so sorry for startling you, dear girl!”

“Commander Eldenbrow,” Dunla sighed, sliding the Mirror Sword back into the scabbard. “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect… How long were you waiting there?”

“Not long,” the beautiful, curvaceous Elven woman replied. “I wanted to have a private word with you before we start the meeting today. Would you mind walking and talking with me?”

“Of course not,” Dunla told the woman as she closed the door to her bedroom. Taller than the Elven woman, Dunla chose to stand a bit further away from her than she normally would so it would feel less like she was looming over her commander. “What did you need to speak to me about?”

As a Silver Elve Amaleen Eldenbrow had some of the purest Elven blood of any race in Alaria and along with that came natural power most couldn’t fully understand. Even the weakest of the thick-bodied, silver-haired Elven women could wield magic and powerful artifacts with the ease a child used when swinging a stick. Things others could spend their whole lives mastering came naturally to them.

But with that great power came the expectation of taking on great responsibility. Every Silver Elve in the Sisterhood of Righteousness served an important and prestigious role. Amaleen was no different. She was incredibly young for one of her race, considered to be barely of age by their standards, but she had already been given the command of an entire keep.

That position was now in question. As more of the young women in training had disappeared she’d called for help. Her mother had responded, marching an army of the Sisterhood to her aid. Along with the army the woman had brought the twins, the Sisterhood’s greatest ice and fire Battlemages.

They’d been responsible for the destruction of the Forest Witch’s enchanted woods and were now stationed at the keep, preparing to assault the Great Corrupted Forest. Although Amaleen was still nominally in charge of Almerry Keep her mother and the twins had supplanted nearly all her authority.

“This meeting this morning is going to be rough,” she told Dunla. “My mother and the twins are ready to push to begin the assault on the Great Corrupted Forest. I have a feeling when I push back against this plan they will settle on a smaller advance force to scout it out, but…”

Dunla grimaced, understanding what she was saying. She knew they would push for Dunla to join whatever force was sent out, even if it was just a scouting party. She heard the voice of the Forest Witch in her mind, the warning she’d given just before she’d allowed Dunla to kill her. “And Remember, Dunla Dhuarcain, if you want me to be able to save you in the end you must remain at the keep.”

“They will want me to come with them, won’t they Commander Eldenbrow?”

“Yes,” the Silver Elve said. “But please, call me Amaleen now. You’re not an initiate anymore.” She reached out and put a hand on the girl’s arm. “I’d like to think we’re equals now. Perhaps you’re even my superior, you’ve at least accomplished something.”

Dunla bit her lip and side-eyed the woman. She thrilled at the feel of her hand on her arm. She’s so fucking beautiful, Dunla thought. Elven perfection in every way along with a deliciously thick body. And those tits! So big they almost seem they shouldn’t exist. Gods the things I’d like to do to her…

Stop it! Stop thinking with your cunt and listen to the woman. She’s upset. She’s jealous, too. Her mother has barely had a kind word to say to her while she’s doted on me endlessly. How she’s managed to remain so kind to me I’ll never understand.

“Killing the Forest Witch wasn’t the great heroic deed everyone thinks it was,” Dunla said sourly. “Your mother makes it something it isn’t. I’m sorry that she… I don’t know. I’m just sorry. My mother expected great things from me, too. I understand that pressure and what it feels like to be a disappointment.”

They were passing a dark corridor that led to an unused room. On impulse, Dunla grabbed Amaleen’s hand and pulled her into the corridor out of sight of anyone that might pass by. “I know what it’s like to feel alone,” she told the Elve, grabbing her shoulders and slamming her into the wall. “And I know what it’s like to not want to admit certain feelings you have for others.” She held her to the wall, staring into her eyes and searching for evidence she was right.

Of course I am. The woman has been finding reasons to be alone with me for weeks now. She touches me every chance she can. She confides in me. She wants me. I can see it, but can she?

Amaleen’s chest heaved as she breathed heavily in panic, staring into Dunla’s intense green eyes. “This isn’t why I needed to talk to you this morning,” she said in breathy tones.

“But this IS something you’d like to ‘talk’ to me about, isn’t it Amaleen?” Dunla knew what she was doing had a bit of madness in it. She had her commander pinned to a wall and was aggressively making a pass at her. It was reckless but she didn’t care, she was growing desperate for sexual release with another and thinking about anything else grew harder by the day.

“Yes,” the woman whispered, her pretty cheek flushing. “But not now.”

“When?” Dunla demanded, the reckless desire in her still in control. “I’m not letting go of you till you tell me when.”

“Ask me again after the council meeting,” Amaleen replied, averting her eyes before adding, “if you’re still here.”

Dunla let go of the woman’s shoulders, the confident aggressive woman she’d been melting away. “Right,” she said, stepping back. “That’s what you wanted to talk to me about.”

“My mother is not just going to want you to go with whoever they send out, she’s going to demand it.”

“And you know I won’t leave the keep.”

“Yes. And I don’t WANT you to leave the keep. I don’t know if I believe everything you told me about what happened to you in the witch’s forest, but I DO believe you are meant to be here. Riowondail believes so too.”

Riowondail was the keep’s resident seer, a strange small woman who was blind and saw through her “second sight” in a way that allowed her to function as though her eyes worked. She unsettled most in the keep, Dunla included, but had been oddly supportive of Dunla in their meetings no matter what position she took.

“You’re the commander here,” Dunla told Amaleen as they returned to the hall. “Tell her she can’t have me. Would she override your authority like that in front of everyone?”

“I don’t think she would,” Amaleen told her. “But I wanted to check with you first. She may not be as fond of you after you refuse her. I wanted to make sure you understood and wanted to be here.”

With you? Of course, Dunla thought. With you and those huge fucking tits of yours. With all the other sexy women manning the keep. Here safe behind the walls to enjoy life a bit longer before whatever is out there comes for us all.

“I want to be here,” Dunla said firmly. “I’ll follow your lead in the council and support whatever you have to say. I don’t think I deserve a place there but since I have it and most of them value my opinion I’ll use that influence.”

And you’ll remember I had your back, something I’ll be sure to remind you of the next time I have you backed against a wall…

* * *

A heavy green haze hung about the Temple of Corruption that sat at the center of the Great Corrupted Forest. Shaped out of living trees and greenery, the domed structure was where the Gardner now spent most of her time. Naked and covered in obscene red tribal tattoos while wearing only an assortment of obscene charms, necklaces, and bracelets, the imposing woman knelt in the center of the temple, head bowed.

“I need guidance,” she said. Above her red wisps of twinkling light floated in the domed ceiling. They all began to lower and swirl around her. “Show me what needs to happen next,” she implored the forces she served.

When she opened her eyes she saw some of the wisps had begun swarming in a circle before her. The area between them glowed and shimmered, becoming a viewing portal. This was how The Corruption communicated with her, showing her images of things that could be, things it wanted her to make reality.

She saw Almerry Keep and the army of the Sisterhood stationed there. The sight made her smile. “The glorious fools rid me of the vexing Faun and her worrying red-skinned pet. Now they will provide a test of what my stewardship over this forest has created.”

The image shifted. She saw a band of Sisterhood soldiers marching into her Great Corrupted Forest. She saw her perverse creations, the beasts and plant monsters she’d cultivated or outright birthed, taking the women down one by one. The image shifted again. She saw the Grumploc village full of the evil toad-like monsters with their beautiful menacing huge cocks. A group was arriving, dragging the Sisterhood troops she’d seen moments ago behind them. They were tossed at the feet of the King Grumploc who bellowed in joy at the arrival of new fuck-pets to use to breed his army.

“So the plans are unchanged?” she asked.

The image rippled and showed a vast, nearly empty black void. The face of a red-skinned, horned masculine god appeared, grinning evilly.

“Baedor,” the Gardner said, bowing in reverence to the God of Sexual Indulgence.

When she looked up the image had changed. It showed a young girl, perhaps no older than twenty. Tall and heavily freckled with long orange-red hair. She walked through the halls of Almerry Keep, a huge-titted Silver Elve beside her. Around them was an aura of energy the Gardner knew neither woman would be able to see, red and sparking angrily. It pressed in around the girl, unable to touch her but reaching out to touch others they passed while soaking into the Silver Elve.

“I don’t understand,” the Gardner said. “Is the girl another servant of The Corruption?”

The image shifted, showing twin Battlemages and another Silver Elve that looked nearly identical to the last she’d seen, only older and more confident. The image split, the twins in one part and the Silver Elve in the other. Both images were pulled out. The part with the twins showed the Great Corrupted Forest while the part with the Silver Elve showed the Almerry Keep.

“I understand. I will be responsible for taking care of the twins here in the forest.”

The image shifted again, showing the King Grumploc leading an army of his monsters to the keep. She saw quick flashes of a battle, of the monsters making their way into the keep and fucking the women hiding there for protection. She saw the two Silver Elves and women she assumed were the senior staff fleeing and baring themselves in a room. She saw them turn and scream when they saw that Baedor, God of Sexual Indulgence was waiting for them. He grinned as his massive godly cock swelled before the image disappeared.

She’d seen enough to know what was expected of her. What she hadn’t seen in the end was the freckled girl. Where is she supposed to be when the keep falls? And who is she, how does she play into all of this? The Gardner didn’t know but she intended to find out…

* * *

I hate these meetings, Dunla thought glumly as she listened to Amaleen and her mother bickering back and forth. These should be war meetings where everyone combines their efforts to best combat the danger coming for us all. But that woman will NOT listen to anyone else, she thought as she glared at Velaera Eldenbrow, Amaleen’s mother.

“Daughter, you must heed my advice,” the older Silver Elve said lazily, dismissing whatever Amaleen had just said.

“Why?” the younger Silver Elve demanded. “I’m Commander here, NOT you.”

“You should show more respect,” the fiery, red-haired woman sitting on one side of Velaera barked. “Velaera Elden brow has led more successful campaigns against The Corruption than any other member of the Sisterhood.”

“And she’s your mother,” the woman sitting on her other side added. She looked exactly like the red-haired woman, only her hair was blue.

Dunla glared at the Elven twins. Those might be the most powerful fire and ice mages in the Sisterhood but they are nasty fucking cunts. I hate that they are always at Velaera’s side where they seem to always be encouraging her worst behaviors.

“Her being my mother has nothing to do with it, Lastiara and Eilain,” Amaleen spoke tersely. “And I’d remind you that you two, although wonderfully skilled Battlemages, have even less authority here than my dear Mother.”

Dunla had had enough. She pulled the Mirror Sword off her lap and slammed it down onto the round table they all sat around. The room grew silent as all eyes turned to Dunla and the reflective blade of her magical sword. “This bickering only serves to help our foes. AND it wastes all our time. Why are we here today?”

She spoke with far more confidence than she felt, surprised so many of the women sitting around the table were so easily awed by anything she had to say, especially if she did it while reminding them of her sword. Only Velaera and the twins seemed unaffected by her outburst.

“We’re here because we must learn more about this Great Corrupted Forest,” Velaera declared, meeting Dunla’s glare with haughty dismissal. “A scouting party should be sent out and YOU, Dunla Dhuarcain, should lead it.”

“No,” Amaleen said firmly. “Her place is here in the keep helping us prepare our defenses. She’s endured enough and still needs time to recover.”

Velaera raised an eyebrow at Dunla. “Do YOU feel like you still need time to recover?”

“I believe in my commander,” the girl replied tersely. “If she says my place is here then that is where I belong.”

The older Silver Elve rolled her eyes. “Come on girl, you’ve slain a Forest Witch. You’re beyond her command now.”

“Then I will do as she wishes out of loyalty,” Dunla replied, holding her chin up in disdain. “And even if I didn’t I would remind you of what I learned before I killed the witch.”

The twins laughed. “We’re NOT doomed, girl,” the blue-haired one said. “This is the largest army the Sisterhood has ever raised. We razed the Forest Witch’s ‘sinister’ forest. We’ll raze this other evil forest too.”

“We just need information before we make our plan of attack,” Velaera explained.

“Then use YOUR army,” Amaleen declared. “I’ve already lost too many. Those under my command shall continue to make this keep a safer place. I called for your aid so YOU and your army could protect us. So protect us, Mother.”

Velaera looked around the table and saw all the women who had been at the keep before she arrived nodding in agreement. “Fine,” she said. “The keep is yours as is the garrison here. I still say you are wasting the Dhuarcain girl’s talents but so be it, I will not ask again for her to join in my army’s tasks.”

“It should be a small scouting party,” one of the twins suggested.

“Perhaps five or six? We have a few small groups that work well and are good at speed and stealth,” the other twin added.

Dunla tuned them out, pulling the Mirror Sword off the table and returning it to her lap. She looked down into it, staring at her reflection in its reflective blade. Sometimes it didn’t look right. Her skin would be too pale or her eyes would look to be colored red. Sometimes she’d swear her reflection was grinning evilly back at her. One time she even thought she saw multiple copies of herself reflected in the blade. But each time the illusion would be gone as soon as it came, always leaving her wondering if it had only been a trick of the light.

“Did you hear me?” someone asked firmly, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Dunla started, looking around. The room was empty, only Amaleen left standing beside her. “Commander! I’m sorry, I got lost in my thoughts.”

“Call me Amaleen when we’re alone together,” the Silver Elve said, smiling warmly. She pulled an empty chair next to Dunla out of the way so she could lean against the table beside the girl. “Thank you for your support back there.”

“It was nothing,” Dunla replied, staring at the woman’s crotch. Feeling reckless she placed a hand on her thigh and began caressing it. Gods this woman’s body is nothing but dense thickness from head to toe! Even her thighs make me fucking wet. “How thankful are you feeling?”

The Silver Elve reached to touch her hand but pulled it away at the last moment. She hopped off the table, face flush. “I must go. I have other matters to attend to. I will see you… soon,” she added uncertainly.

Dunla watched her go, enjoying the sight of her large, wide ass as the woman walked away. She always wears such tight pants or leggings. I WILL have her out of those clothes before long one way or the other. If we’re all to meet some terrible dark fate I WILL fuck this thick-bodied, huge-titted Elven beauty!

* * *

Riowondail sighed, weary from the long day. There was always so much to do now, so many little tasks to take on. And I keep volunteering for more of them, the little woman thought as she began taking her clothes off.

Once naked she felt the need to cover her chest up as she went to her bed, feeling eyes on her naked body. She looked around the room with her blind eyes, using her second sight to “see”. It was late in the day and the visions she’d had the night before that she relied on to “see” with were almost used up. Her vision danced and blurred, multiple but similar possible futures blending together in her mind to create a visual interpretation of the world around her.

“There’s no one here,” she told herself. “You’d see them if they were.” Still, the feeling of being watched didn’t lessen. She went to her bed quickly and got under the covers.

Silly thinking someone would be in my room spying on me, the seer thought as she got comfortable. There is no one here that finds me attractive, who would wish to see my naked body?

She thought about what she looked like. Her body was the result of the Sisterhood directing generations of their best seers to “breed” with the best male seers they could find. Her oracular powers were some of the greatest the Sisterhood had ever known. The cost was her racial lineage. She had blood from more races than she could count and it had left her body odd and, in most people’s eyes, very disturbing to look upon.

The Fey, Dwarven, and Smidgen blood in her had left her small, with a body that was not only child-like but thin in a way that would leave no one questioning that she WASN’T a child. The blood of other races had mixed even more strongly in her facial features, making her look both too young and too old at the same time. When she’d dare ask others how old they thought she was most would often posit something like, “Nineteen or eighty?”

She pushed the thoughts aside. There were too many other things she needed to be thinking about, too many tasks to help with. Vanity was the last thing she needed on her mind, as was the misplaced notion someone would be peeping on her in her most intimate of moments.

Yet she couldn’t shake the feeling she was being watched. It was only when she tried to sit up to look around that room again that she realized something was wrong. I can’t sit up. I can’t even turn my head. I’m paralyzed. Unable to move. Why? How?

An evil laugh, so deep and quiet she felt it more than she heard it, sounded from the far side of the room. It sent cold icing up her spine. Riowondail struggled to look, groaning in frustration that she was still unable to move. She tried again, this time not trying to physically look. She twisted what remained of her second sight, using those “eyes” to look in the direction of the evil laugh.

Her shifting, blurry vision of the room showed her she wasn’t alone. Something lurked in a shadow in the far corner of the room, something her visions of the possible futures had not revealed. She was only able to see its presence through the way it appeared as a blank space in her second sight.

She tried to call out but couldn’t move, couldn’t even speak. The thing came out of the shadow and began stalking towards her as it growled eagerly. It remained hidden from her vision, but she caught glimpses of its shadow. A male figure, something that shouldn’t be in the keep.

No, worse than that. The horns, it’s a demon! But how? The keep’s magical defenses should keep such evil abominations of The Corruption from entering.

“Stupid helpless woman,” the demon purred happily. “Those defenses have been weakened by a traitor, someone who will continue to weaken them further. She only needs instructions on what to do next.”

Who!? Who would betray us to our enemies? I must warn the others then help them find this traitor and fix what they’ve broken.

“Stupid, stupid, woman. You’re the traitor! You’ve been weakening the keep’s defenses!”

No! Lies, it can’t be.

The demon yanked the blankets off Riowondail, revealing her naked body. “No lies. You’ve been our puppet for weeks. Your peering into the future allowed The Corruption in. We’ve slowly twisted and corrupted you night after night. I take great pleasure in coming to visit you every evening.”

It climbed up onto the bed with her, forcing her limp legs open. “I enjoy tormenting you,” it said, dropping an offensively large, half-erect cock on her body. Its girthy length stretched up over her small womanhood nearly to her bellybutton. “I enjoy savoring the taste of your fear as I reveal the truth to you each night and then enjoy the feel of stretching your tight little cunt as I enter you,” he said, grabbing his cock and rubbing it on her womanhood as it grew hard.

“You can’t even whimper as I start to press myself into you. Helpless, only able to lay there like a limp fish as I have my way with your body. But you never remember the previous night, so I get to enjoy raping you for the first time EVERY night.”

Its member had gotten rock hard as it talked about raping her. As the word “night” left its mouth it pressed into her, its way eased by a steady flow of thick oozing precum that helped lubricate its entry.

Riowondail wanted to scream. She wanted to thrash and kick. She wanted to groan and whimper in pain as the demon’s far-too-large member filled her tiny cunt. But she couldn’t do any of those things. She could only lay there with her eyes closed and her body limp, unable even to cry as the demon violated her.

In her second sight she still couldn’t see it. What she did see was the tendrils of The Corruption flowing into her, the sparking red mist soaking into her body, mind, and soul. It made the feeling of sexual violation one that went beyond the physical, her soul was being raped as much as her body was.

It properly mounted her, grunting eagerly as it pumped its cock in and out of her small body. When it put its face near hers she feared it was going to kiss her, but it did something far worse. As it pumped her small body with its cock it whispered into her ear, pumping her mind full of commands she’d subconsciously act upon the next day.

When it grunted and came inside of her its demonic cum forced her to climax, the orgasm so unwanted it made her pass out. With it went the memories of what had just happened. She’d wake with no conscious memory of the nocturnal assault. But the commands remained and she’d act on them all, doing her part to weaken the keep’s defenses and ensure its fall.

* * *

“Thank you for coming up here,” Amaleen told Dunla. “I’m sure you had more important things to do rather than sit in my office and listen to me. That woman just irritated me to no end!”

Dunla sat patiently watching the Silver Elve pace back and forth As she watched her Dunla stroked the magical sword resting on her lap. “Comman— er, Amaleen, I don’t have any real duties. I had hoped that’s why you called me up here.”

Liar, she thought bitterly. You hoped she’d called you up here because she was ready to fuck you. Would have been what I’D have done. She watched her mother send out her little band of scouts then had another public argument. She is frustrated and annoyed. It would do her good to work out some of that tension with a little pleasure.

“Amaleen,” Dunla said, reaching out and grabbing the woman’s wrist the next time she paced by. “Calm down. Let me help you. You’re agitated. Stressed.” She took her sword off her lap and placed it on the Commander’s desk. She pushed her chair back, patted her empty lap, then firmly pulled the curvaceous Silver Elve onto it. “I can help,” she purred soothingly.

“That would be nice,” Amaleen cooed happily as Dunla wrapped her arms around her. She leaned back into the girl’s body, much of the tension in her body easing. “You’re just about the only relaxing thing here in the keep right now.”

Finally, Dunla thought. She’s not going to chicken out this time. The girl greedily ran her hands up the front of the woman’s body, shivering in delight when they reached her massive breasts. Unable to stop herself, she grabbed them and squeezed, amazed by just how large they felt. So fucking dense and firm! Gods, what a delight his woman’s indecent Elven body is.

It had been the wrong thing to do. Amaleen jerked away from the grope, hopping off Dunla’s lap and moving to the far side of the room. “No, not now. Not here.”

“When?” Dunla demanded, standing and instinctively grabbing her sword. She stalked towards the Silver Elve, standing at her full height with the sword gripped in one hand. “You WANT me. I want you. When do we stop playing and do this?” She’d backed her into the corner, leaving the powerful woman quivering in fear.

“Not now, Dunla,” Amaleen said meekly.

“Fine,” the girl said, deflating. “Then at least give me something to do,” she said, pulling back and putting the Mirror Sword in its scabbard.

“Go find Riowondail,” Amaleen said, turning her back to the girl. “See how work on the escape chamber is going and report back to me.”

“As you wish, Commander,” Dunla said with a bow. And when I come back I’m NOT taking no for an answer.

* * *

The Gardner stood in the Temple of Corruption, deeply connecting herself with the Great Corrupted Forest. She saw through the forest, watching the Sisterhood scouting party so stupidly stumbling its way into her clutches.

“They think to scout out my secrets,” she whispered, smiling with sinister glee. “I can see it in their minds so clearly! They think they are still outside the borders of the Great Corrupted Forest, but the fools are already deep within them. As tendrils of corruption sneak and slither into their minds, bodies, and souls I can see them so clearly… Their thoughts. Their plans. They’ve come to learn my secrets to help their army better prepare to cleanse my forest.”

She cackled. “They come to find evidence of what is spreading the ‘evil’ of the forest. They come to find ME! Ha! Well, let’s give the fools exactly what they want, only I won’t be giving them the chance to return to Almerry Keep to report what they’ve discovered.”

The evil woman took in a deep, slow, calming breath. “I’ve so many perverse plants and creatures that hunger to be put to the uses they were created for. These six foolish women are the perfect test subjects to ‘feed’ their perverse hungers.”

She thought fondly of the first Sisterhood agent that had wandered into her forest, the Night Elve she’d had so much fun with. “I’ll have the same kind of fun with these women, all six of them. And if there’s anything left worth giving to the Grumplocs to help grow their army before the assault on Almerry Keep begins then all the better.”

She was silent for a long time after that, using the power of the Great Corrupted Forest to probe deeper into the six women’s minds. To learn their skills, strengths, and most importantly weaknesses.

“Highly trained and deadly,” she muttered as she saw in their minds how their commander, Velaera Eldenbrow, had described them before sending them off on their mission. The Gardner scoffed. “Highly trained to take on bandits, corrupt noblemen, and maybe unskilled cultists. But these ‘mighty’ women of ‘valor’ and ‘purity’ have NEVER faced anything like me and my forest. The overconfident fools doom is already sealed and they don’t even know it.”

Plans began to form in her mind. She’d pick them off one by one, tormenting and breaking them while keeping the others too terrified and busy to save their captured comrades. Even if they realized what was going on she’d ensure they wouldn’t be given the chance to escape. She’d keep them all trapped in her forest. It would be easy, she could see it so clearly. They weren’t mighty warriors, they were nothing but toys to her.

She’d start with the youngest of them. A Human Battlemage named Toria Underband. “Foolish, overconfident young woman. No,” she muttered, delving deeper into the Battlemage’s mind, “barely a woman. Almost still a girl, barely of age. Trained in a military academy for a kingdom she grew disillusioned with.” The Gardner’s predatory smile grew wider as she read the girl’s memories to reveal her history.

“Too many men for her,” she said, barely able to contain her glee at the discovery. “The perky young thing doesn’t enjoy ‘male’ things. The relentless and crude advances of the military men she trained with disgust and angered her. Ah, but this is a delight! She didn’t retreat into vague androgyny to escape male attention like so military-minded women do even though it was something she could have easily accomplished thanks to her dainty, boyish build. She chose to be as provocative in her dress and demeanor as she could, to tease men to torment them while always making it clear they couldn’t have her, that her body was ONLY for women.”

Memories the girl didn’t like to dwell on played through the Gardner’s mind. Anyone could have told the overconfident young woman what all that cruel-spirited teasing would lead to. The worst had ALMOST happened to her one night in the military barracks, but she’d been able to use her skills as a Battlemage to escape and even punish the men that had set upon her.

“So she left to join the Sisterhood,” the Gardner muttered. “Surrounded by highly trained military women where she’d be free of men and feel safe. She’s feasted on sapphic passion while using her skills to ‘punish’ wicked men. She’s had success after success and grown overconfident in her skills. And she’s taken to wearing even more provocative and revealing clothing! Skimpy Adventurer’s gear refashioned to match Sisterhood garb.”

The evil woman took a few moments to appreciate the young Battlemage through the ‘eyes’ of the forest. The girl was small, perky, and sickeningly cute. She had an almost boyish build, but the outfit she wore was tight and revealing in all the right places to show off what meager feminine curves the girl had. That did much to make the girl look older than she was, although the frazzled pixie cut of her orange-red hair and the sickeningly cute freckles spread across her cheeks counteracted much of that.

“Innocent,” the Gardner declared, spitting the word out like a curse. “No virgin, far from that,” she added. “She’s been with MANY of her fellow Sisterhood soldiers. But it’s always been innocent, playful, wholesome passion. Nothing crude. Nothing… Brutal. And never anything too ‘male’ feeling. No strap-ons for this one. That could be something to toy with.”

Ideas were already forming in the Gardner’s mind. As soon as they formed the Great Corrupted Forest went into action to make her thoughts reality. Things shifted. Creatures drew closer. Perverse plant life prepared to be called on.

“Luring the young, perky, overconfident fool away from the rest of the scouting party will be easy,” the Gardner muttered, the forest already acting to make it happen. “And once she’s isolated the fun can begin…”

* * *

Toria looked over her shoulder and realized she’d somehow gotten separated from the rest of the scouting party. For a moment the young Battlemage felt a tinge of panic. They were headed into the depths of a forest deeply tainted by The Corruption. Although she was powerful she knew she’d need the protection of the rest of the party once they were facing whatever dangers lay waiting ahead of them.

The panic passed nearly as quickly as it had arrived. She was Toria Underband after all! She’d be able to overcome any dangers The Corruption and its servants dared throw at her. Besides, they hadn’t even reached this evil forest the army of the Sisterhood was calling “The Great Corrupted Forest”.

I’m just not used to traipsing around the forest like the rest of the party is, she thought. That’s all this is, nerves from being in an unfamiliar environment, she assured herself to try and banish the self-doubt she was feeling. They said the closer we get to this Great Corrupted Forest the warier we’ll need to be, even of the vegetation. I’m just feeling anxious about that. But we’ve still got a way to go, we’re still safe.

For a moment her eyes darted from side to side as she looked at every tree, bush, and patch of vibrant red mushroom as a potential foe. Then, feeling silly, she laughed off the strange feeling she was in danger. She reminded herself that they weren’t there yet. And besides, she thought, I’m Toria Underband!

Still, when she heard the other five Sisterhood members who made up the rest of the scouting party she let out a breath she hadn’t noticed she’d been holding in.

Nothing to worry about, she told herself. Of course there is nothing to worry about, she added as she chuckled at how silly she was being. We’re not even there yet. Even if we WERE there whatever dark power is causing this corruption to spread can’t possibly know of our approach. The party has too many protective charms weaved around it, nothing any of us has faced has been anywhere near powerful enough to be able to penetrate such protections.

With all self-doubt banished from her mind Toria confidently turned to stride in the direction of her fellow party members’ voices. The overconfident Battlemage put her foot down into a patch of plump, vibrantly red mushrooms. Their swollen caps exploded as soon as her foot stepped into their mass, sending out an explosive, thick cloud of spores.

Toria reeled, coughing violently as she found the cloud too large and thick to avoid. She couldn’t help but breathe in the spore cloud. The world spun around her as whatever was in the fungus’ spores instantly affected her, leaving her disoriented. She stumbled into a tree, slamming into it almost hard enough to knock the wind out of her.

She clung to the tree for balance, alarmed at how dizzy she felt. When she noticed the strange warmth spreading through her body she grew even more alarmed. It was a muddling heat that went straight to her erogenous zones, leaving her nipples tingling and her womanhood throbbing and moistening. It wasn’t a feeling she’d ever experienced before, but the Sisterhood had trained her to recognize such things as tools of The Corruption to turn her body against her.

Red, she realized as she tried to blink away the tears the spore cloud had caused in her eyes. The mushrooms had been red! Vibrant red, the color of The Corruption! They must have been tainted by it. This is no accident, I’ve stumbled into some kind of sinister, perverse trap.

Panic began to rise in her as she clung to the tree for support. She felt strange. Hot. Turned on to an unnatural and upsetting extent. And FAR too dizzy to try and leave the support of the tree. She could tell if she did try to abandon it she’d fall right away.

The panic swelling in her drained the moment she heard the voices of her party nearby. She might have stumbled into a trap, but it wasn’t a big deal. She just had to call for aid and they’d come to cure her of the evil affliction the spore cloud had inflicted her with.

Toria called out. She was confused when her party didn’t come rushing to her aid. She tried calling out again. Still nothing. When she tried to call out a third time she realized that although her body was going through the physical motions of calling out no sound was coming from her throat.

The panic began to return.

She had to get their attention before whatever the spore cloud was doing to her got worse. She could feel herself panting with arousal, her hands shaking as she fought the urge to pinch her nipples and rub at her womanhood.

Her fellow Sisterhood members were so close… If they could reach her she knew everything would be fine. They were just far enough away that the dense forest prevented her from seeing them. She was certain if the trees and underbrush hadn’t been so thick They’d have been comfortingly close.

Can’t call to them for help, she accepted after trying a few more times to yell out and hearing nothing. If I can’t call them to me I have to get to them. I’m still dizzy, but I’m Toria Underband! I’m not going to let something like a little dizziness stop me. If I can’t think of a spell that will help me stay upright I’ll simply cause an explosion to get my party’s attention.

Toria went to move one of the arms she had braced against the tree for support and found she couldn’t. Not because her muscles weren’t responding, but rather because something was holding her to the tree. She’d felt so disoriented then been so focused on her nearby party she’d failed to notice the things that had begun to wrap around her wrists that were now holding both her arms to the tree.

As she shifted her focus to her wrists her vision swam, tears and the remnants of the spore cloud still clouding her vision. The blurry things holding her looked like vines, vines that were wrapping around her wrists and now starting to coil up her arms to grip her tighter. She went to jerk her arms away and felt the vines coil tighter, revealing that they WEREN’T vines but rather fleshy appendages that were immensely strong.

Fleshy, she thought, her mind slowly processing what her senses were taking in thanks to the muddling effects of the spore cloud. Not vines but some kind of fleshy tentacles reaching for me from behind this huge tree. The disturbing realization ran through her head, bringing a chill of revulsion. She’d never faced any kind of corruption-tainted tentacle monster but had heard plenty of whispered horror stories about what they did to women.

Toria began to panic again, trying to jerk and rip her arms free. The panic and swelling fear brought a rush of adrenaline that helped her focus. She grew less disoriented. Her vision began to clear.

She tried again to shout for help but still couldn’t, so she turned her focus to the tentacles. They were strong, far stronger than her. She was a dainty girl who had relied heavily on her magic, but without her hands being free to trace arcane symbols and no ability to speak out loud she was unable to cast any spells.

Toria began to feel helpless, and that pushed her panic into overdrive. Even though the tentacles holding her arms were far stronger than her she managed, somehow, to wrench one arm free and, using a foot to push off from the tree, wrench herself away from the tree. She fell back, only kept upright because there was still a tentacle holding one of her wrists.

Just have to find a way to escape its grasp, she thought as she pulled and tugged against the thing now gripping her arm so tightly she was wincing in pain. Break free. Make a run for it. I’m not too dizzy for that anymore. The party is RIGHT there. I’d be able to reach them in mere moments after breaking free and then together we could stop this monster.

As she thought that the creature the tentacles were attached to slithered and rolled into sight. It was an amorphous blob of flesh about as tall as her that was covered in countless, tentacles. If the terrifying creature had any kind of face or legs she couldn’t see it, it seemed to just be a round fleshy mass covered in the swarming arms that were pushing and pulling it forward. Slowly but gradually it slithered and wiggled its way towards her.

Its revelation shocked Toria. Its central mass wasn’t much larger than she was but thanks to the countless tentacles flailing about it seemed huge. And the stink! An offensive, gross MALE stink. She locked up in fear. Only for a moment, but it was a moment she didn’t have to spare.

The tentacle monster lunged forward, fleshy arms attacking her. They grabbed hold of her limbs, quickly coiling around her arms and legs. Toria jerked and trashed in a vain attempt to break free. It responded by yanking her into the air, making it even harder for the young Battlemage to find a way to break free.

She tried again to scream for help but whatever had been in the spore toxins was still keeping her silent. Toria then tried to cast a quick, simple spell. All she’d be able to manage was one that would only require the movement of her hands. Toria knew such a spell wouldn’t be very powerful, especially with her inability to use both hands together, but maybe she could singe the tentacles holding one or both of her hands. Maybe that would be enough to get her hands together to cast a stronger spell. Maybe, just maybe she could then get away. After all, she was Toria Underband!

As soon as her hands began to trace the arcane symbols that would summon the magic of a spell new tentacles grabbed her fingers, wrapping around them then painfully squeezing them together. She grunted in pain, alarmed that the seemingly mindless beast was able to recognize what she was doing.

Her alarm grew as dexterous tentacles with pointed tips began to worm and work their way into her clothes. She screamed silently and thrashed wildly, disgusted by the fleshy feel of the offensive tentacles. For the first time in her life Toria regretted wearing such a revealing outfit. It allowed the tentacles easy access to her body, and all the cutouts allowed multiple tentacles to slither their way into her garments.

The feel of the tentacles against her bare skin repulsed her. It felt disturbingly like Human skin yet was spongy and had a nasty greasy, sliminess to it. As the things slithered and snaked against her skin she felt that sliminess being left behind, soiling her young body in multiple private places.

Toria’s alarm grew even more intense when she realized the tentacles weren’t working their way into her clothing just to molest her. Many of the offensive things were curling and gripping her clothing from the inside so they could pull it off her! The tentacles yanked and tore her clothing open, slowly making larger openings so more tentacles could grab and rub against bare flesh.

She thrashed pointlessly, kicking her legs and flailing her arms as much as she could as her small, perky body was exposed. The creature didn’t fully strip her. It only tore enough clothing off to expose her breasts, womanhood, and ass. Once exposed this way tentacles began rubbing at and probing these most sensitive places. This sent her into a freshly invigorated and violent thrashing fit.

The tentacle monster seemed to have had enough of that. As it tightened its grip on her limbs it pulled them out to stop her from struggling so freely. At the same time a tentacle wrapped around her neck, coiling tightly. It kept tightening, slowly cutting off the young Battlemage’s ability to breathe. Toria remained defiant till her vision started to go black from lack of air. Only once she went limp did the tentacle monster ease its grip and allow her to breathe in some much-needed air.

By then the tentacles were having their way freely with her body. Dexterous, slimy, pointed tips teased and rubbed at her nipples. The slimy stuff they were exuding was doing terrible things to her body, leaving her nipples painfully hard. The disturbing need to feel them pinched and tugged on was intense. The knowledge that if her hands had been free she might have been giving her aching nipples the attention they were screaming out for instead of tracing arcane symbols in the air to help her escape disturbed her to the core.

Other tentacles rubbed at her womanhood, smearing more of the slime into her slit and onto her clit. That left her wiggling and pressing into the tentacle, unable to resist how good the tentacles’ molestation of her pussy felt. By then her cunt was gushing, adding messy moisture to the slime being rubbed into her. By the time the first tentacle began to press into her opening it found the hole sopping wet and Toria, to her great horror, found herself moaning eagerly for its entry.

There was even a tentacle thrusting between her ass cheeks, soiling her butt crack with slimy stuff that left her asshole heated and throbbing. When that tentacle shifted to probe cautiously at her puckered hole Thoria was disturbed by how good it felt. When it started to thrust gradually in and out of her asshole she was left panting and eager to feel it thrusting deeper and faster into her.

For a short time she got lost in the forced pleasure. Only the voices of her party pulled her out of the forced pleasure haze. They were so close! She even saw flashes of them through the dense forest. Maybe they’d come closer… Maybe they’d noticed she was missing and were looking for her. Maybe they’d still be able to save her!

Then she heard screaming and the sound of fighting. Something was attacking the rest of the party. Her heart sank as she realized that either by chance or on purpose whatever was attacking the party was forcing or leading the party away from her.

She’d been SO close to being saved, but she lost nearly all hope as the sounds of her party fighting whatever was attacking them quickly faded into the distance. She’d been left alone and helpless, unable to prevent the tentacle monster from continuing to do whatever it wished to her.

Disappearing hope was replaced by despair. Not wanting to drown in a rising tide of despair led Toria to allow the forced pleasure to once more overtake her. She grunted and moaned, writhing lewdly as her mind went numb and her body indulged in the indecent things the tentacle monster was doing to it.

She wasn’t sure how long it was before something changed. It was something subtle at first, a change in the feel of the forest around her. Scents grew stronger. The foliage and underbrush began to vibrate as if excited by something drawing near. It was only when the tentacle monster began to quiver in excitement that Toria consciously felt the change.

Something was coming. No, not something, someone. Someone strong. Someone evil. Someone so steeped in The Corruption Toria could taste its taint in the air, like a cloud of vile perversion that flowed out of whoever was coming. It was earthy, like damp fertile dirt after heavy rain or the ripe smell of a woman’s sex after it had been stewing in arousal while being teased for hours.

The tentacle monster kept fucking Toria, but it slowed its pace to allow her to focus better on whoever was approaching. It shifted, pointing her in the direction of the arriving power, a clear sign the monster acted on the new arrival’s whims.

Trees and underbrush shivered then pulled apart like a crowd splitting to reveal an approaching monarch. It was a woman, a Human woman with lightly shaded copper skin. Naked, her body covered in faintly glowing red tribal tattoos. She had thick wild brown hair that flowed down her back. Tangled in the mass of untamed hair were twigs and leaves, the occasional bead or charm braided into the wild mess.

Toria had the impression that the chaos in the woman’s hair was neither accidental nor intentional. She was a force of nature, her hair something below her notice. As that thought ran through her head she readjusted her appraisal of the woman’s race. Perhaps this menacing figure HAD been Human once, but she wasn’t anymore. The Corruption soaked into her had twisted her into something more.

The woman was naked but wore many accessories that did nothing to cover her nudity. She wore many bracelets and had strings of vine and leather cord wrapped around her upper arms, ankles, and waist. She wore numerous necklaces and had a wreath of greenery with glowing charms woven into it perched atop her head like a crown.

Every accessory, every cord wrapped around her, every dangling charm and leaf, somehow it all accented her thick curves. She had wide hips and a full, round ass. Her breasts were large for a Human woman, heavy and dense with a slight natural sag to them that radiated a sense of ripe, mature fertility.

Her body had a sense of agile, fit muscularity to it, yet the thick curves suggested sensual softness. Her skin glowed with youthful vitality, matching her smooth energetic cat-like movements that clashed with the mature fertility the shape of her body suggested. She somehow carried both the fertile promise of untouched virginal innocence along with experienced plumpness shown after birthing a child.

Toria was perplexed as she stared at the strange, menacing woman casually strutting towards her. She looked both young and mature at the same time, the two impressions of age mixing in the kind of unplaceable agelessness found normally only in the Elven races. Perhaps it was the power that radiated from her. As The Corruption had made this woman more than Human it had left her ageless, the otherworldliness leaving her even more menacing.

The forest and the tentacle monster responded to the woman’s presence. Every living thing except Toria seemed to grow more vibrant and lush the nearer the woman got to it. Trees and underbrush shivered and sprouted new growths as though time was advancing, but the new growths were always twisted in some way. The blooming of flowers and sprouting of fungus left behind every time her feet rose were always red and sending off sparking red wisps that revealed they were endowed with The Corruption.

It was only when Toria saw the way things growing as the woman passed by them were taking on lewd shapes that Toria realized her party had been fooled. They’d thought they were only nearing the Great Corrupted Forest, but they were already deep inside its expanding boundaries.

She’s what we’ve come to discover, Toria realized as the powerful, menacing woman neared. She’s the one behind the spreading of this corrupted perversion of nature. She’s the one behind everything!

The woman stopped just out of arm’s reach. “Such a pretty little treat the Sisterhood has delivered up to me,” she said, smiling in a way that unsettled Toria far more than the tentacles still fucking her. “A treat my creature has gotten enough time to indulge in. I’m ready to take MY turn now.” She raised her hand, commanding the monster with a simple gesture.

The tentacle monster replied at once. It pulled the tentacles thrusting into Toria out of her and dropped her onto the forest floor. The moment Toria landed roots pushed up from the ground to wrap around her ankles. At the same time, as the tentacle monster pulled back, vines lowered from the canopy overhead, moving like snakes to wrap and coil tightly around Toria’s wrists and mid-section.

By the time Toria’s mind was able to process what was happening she’d been hefted back into the air, bound securely by vines and roots. As the tentacle monster disappeared into the forest she was raised to her feet, the roots wrapped tightly to keep her legs spread apart and feet locked in place. The vines pulled her hands up and out while the vines wrapped around her midsection kept that part of her body in place.

“I am the Gardner,” the woman declared. “I have tended to the Great Corrupted Forest since it was a single corrupted sapling I planted. I continue to tend it as it grows, expanding its tendrils out in every direction. I pervert and twist. I help create and perfect monstrosities like the one that so easily defeated and captured you. All for a great purpose.”

Toria was still flush and panting after her ravishing. She was struggling to focus fully on the woman’s words. Her nudity was distracting. Toria found the woman was as sexually arousing as she found her to be menacing. There was also a powerful, overwhelming sensual musk that hung about the woman that left Toria’s womanhood gushing and filled her mind with indecent desires that shamed her deeply to her core.

Her presence, helped along by her earthy womanly scent, was something so domineering Toria felt the overwhelming desire to submit to the woman. She was left wiggling and whimpering, trying to fight the impulse to tell the woman she wished to submit to her. To vow herself to the woman’s evil power, to disavow the Sisterhood and all it stood for.

Toria fought against the urge. Her soft whimpers turned to grunts of defiance. Her wiggling turned to violent, although weak, jerks as she tried to pull free of the vines and roots.

“Yes, little Human Battlemage, fight it,” the Gardner cooed happily as she drew closer to Toria. “This would be so much less fun if you broke simply at the sight of me.”

The vines and roots constricted tighter around Toria, tight enough to prevent her from making any meaningful movements. The Garnder loomed over Toria as she stepped up to the helpless girl. “Such a pretty little treat,” the Gardner whispered as she stroked Toria’s freckled cheek with the back of a finger.

Toria gritted her teeth, wanting to pull away from the woman’s touch but was too overwhelmed by the woman’s sensual presence. She ended up shuddering then moaning at the Gardner’s touch, disoriented by the wave of arousal it sent through her already overstimulated body.

“D-don’t touch me,” Toria told her, her voice shaking.

The Gardner only smiled and moved closer, leaning down to put her face close to Toria’s. “Only I can give commands here in the Great Corrupted Forest. I command every perverted tree, bush, and fungus. I direct every twisted monster. And every man and woman stupid or unlucky enough to stumble into my domain is my plaything. The men, well, let’s say that even if I have uses for them on occasion I never spend much time playing with them. But the women?”

She moved in closer, running her fingers into Toria’s thick, messy hair. She pulled some out of the way to reveal her ear as she leaned in closer. Toria shivered as she felt the woman’s heavy breath on her ear. She moaned softly when the woman spoke again, her voice low, breathy, and hot as she whispered into Toria’s ear.

“I’m going to play with you, pretty little treat,” the Gardner whispered before moving closer to brush her full lips against Toria’s ear. “But not just to have a little fun. I’ve got a use for you. The least of your little scouting party, their weakest link. Young. Inexperienced. Your sexual desires lush and overflowing, a perfect vessel for The Corruption.”

At the mention of the Sisterhood of Righteousness’ greatest enemy Toria, who had been moaning and shaking with arousal, grunted and yanked her head away from the woman’s lips. “No,” she tried to snarl, but the word came out as an unconvincing gasp.

The Gardener grabbed a handful of Toria’s hair and jerked the girl’s head back towards her. “YES,” she growled into the helpless Battlemage’s ear. She pulled away, releasing her grip on Toria’s hair. The Gardner smiled at the girl then placed a finger gently on the place where Toria’s neck became her upper chest. “And you can’t stop me,” the Gardner told Toria in a calm, conversational tone.”

The woman began slowly walking around Toria, moving her finger as she went to gently caress flesh that the tentacle monster had exposed when it had mostly ripped her clothing off her. As the woman moved to Toria’s backside she went on. “You and your entire party were doomed the moment you set out on your little scouting mission. Every woman in Almerry Keep and the entire army of the Sisterhood camped outside its walls is doomed. It’s just a matter of when and how.”

She stopped directly behind Toria, placing her hands on the girl’s hips. “But this, this happening right now? It’s not your doom. That will come later. Before then you’ll provide entertainment and help doom the others in your party.”

“Never,” Toria said, hating how her voice sounded. She told herself it was fear that made it so faint and breathy. It was terror that was making her shake at the evil woman’s touch. It HAD to be. It couldn’t be because the woman’s touch excited her so much it was leaving her shaking with anticipation. She was Toria Underbrand, a powerful Battlemage of the Sisterhood of Righteousness. She wasn’t some sopping wet slut, excited to be bound and helpless and eager for whatever this fiend intended to do to her.

The Gardner laughed prettily in dismissal of Toria’s unconvincing defiance. “This is what’s going to happen,” she declared confidently as she ran her hands sensually first up then down Toria’s sides. “I’m going to fuck The Corruption into you. I’ll break you with pleasure then use that pleasure to twist and corrupt you. Then, once I’ve had my fun and you’ve been reborn as a servant of The Corruption you’ll be freed and sent back to your party to pretend none of this has happened.

“Soon after that you’ll betray them. I don’t NEED that to take care of them, but it will be more enjoyable. It will please both me AND the power whose will I work to make reality. Understand, pretty little treat?”

Toria WANTED to tell the woman she’d never submit to her. That she’d never break, no matter how intense or long the pleasure was. She wanted to vow to never betray the other members of her party.

But she couldn’t. Toria was shaking and panting at the woman’s touch. She’d started to wiggle and press her backend into the woman’s body. Toria realized then that she wasn’t as strong as she’d always thought. Neither was she as brave nor did she truly wish to fight against The Corruption. She’d only gone to the Sisterhood for safety and to stroke her ego while hoping to become more powerful.

No, she thought, realizing even this more honest assessment of her life was a lie as well. I went to the Sisterhood to be away from men and be surrounded by women. I knew I could indulge in my sexual desire for women fully and safely there.

The Gardner gave Toria’s perky young ass an almost loving slap. “The Corruption barely had to work to press its tendrils into you, pretty little treat,” she told Toria. When the woman then pulled away Toria whimpered, longing for the woman’s hands to return to her body. “Patience,” the Gardner told her soothingly as she walked back around the girl to stand in front of her. “Before we begin there is something I must do in preparation.”

She took a few steps back from Toria and planted her feet firmly on the ground, her legs spread slightly apart. “Even though you’ve yet to say the words we both know you’ve already submitted to me,” she declared. “But you still need to submit to The Corruption. I still need to FUCK it into you. And although I COULD do that with my fingers,” she said, holding three fingers up in a suggestive thrusting gesture, “that’s not depraved enough. You are a member of the Sisterhood, The Corruption requires your submission be in some way you’ll despise as you’re reborn in its image.”

As she spoke vines pressed out of the dirt by her feet and started to work their way up her body. They twisted and grew, fusing together as more pushed up to join the others, making it look for a time like armor made of plants was being formed on the lower half of her body.

Then the twisting greenery reached her crotch. It gathered there, not moving any further up her body. Toria watched as the vines fused further together. Moments later most of them pulled away and returned into the dirt leaving behind a writhing mass of greenery that looked a bit like panties. Then the mass began to grow at the Gardner’s crotch, the fused-together greenery swelling into an almost-male-like shape that grew more rigid the longer it grew.

When the twisted, writhing vines fused together enough to look as though they were one smooth surface Toria understood. She gasped in horror, unable to look away from the disturbingly male shape they’d taken on.

The Garnder placed a hand at the base of the phallic thing attached to her. By that point it looked almost as though it was part of her, appearing as fleshy as it did plant-like. “What’s wrong, pretty little treat? You were so eager to have The Corruption fucked into you a moment ago. Now you look as though you’ve changed your mind.”

She stepped closer, stroking the plant strap-on as it continued to mutate till it looked like a greenish cock, complete with throbbing purple veins. “The tentacles were one thing, but this?” she asked, glancing down approvingly at the thing she was stroking. “Far too male for you,” she added, looking up to grin evilly at Toria. “And that’s why it will please The Corruption so much.”

Toria grunted and pulled uselessly at the vines and roots holding her in place. The revulsion at the sight of something so male had pulled her out of the sexual haze that had left her eager to submit to the evil woman. The desire to submit was still there, but she didn’t want it to happen like this. “Please,” she whimpered when she accepted there was no chance she’d be able to break free. “Not like this. Take me in some other way.”

The Gardner laughed cruelly as she took up a place directly behind Toria. “I do enjoy when they beg and tell you exactly the thing they fear the most. You only ensure it will happen this way,” she said, giving Toria’s ass a light pat.

“It’s time,” the Gardner declared as the roots wrapped around Toria’s ankles pulled her legs further apart. At the same time the vines holding the rest of her body in place shifted, bending the girl forward slightly so her backend was better positioned to allow the Gardner easier access to Toria’s womanhood.

“Please,” Toria whimpered pathetically. “Not like this. Take me some other way!”

The Gardner only laughed cruelly as she grabbed hold of Toria’s midsection with one hand. For a moment Toria wondered why the woman hadn’t grabbed hold of her with both hands, then the villainess moved closer and she understood. She had hold of the disgusting plant-phallus with her other and was using it to line the offensive member up with Toria’s womanhood.

She shuddered at the feel of the thing pressing into her moistest of places. She’d expected The Gardner to shove it in her, taking her by force in the way she’d heard men who took women by force often did. The woman surprised Toria, not shoving it right in and instead rubbing the swollen head up and down her slit.

Toria shuddered in revulsion. She’d expected the member to feel like the parts of the tentacle monster that had fucked her. Fleshy, but not. Or perhaps like the vines holding her in place. Green yet with only a hint of fleshiness. This thing, though, felt all too flesh-like. As she shuddered and wiggled in vain to try and escape the thing’s touch she was forced to imagine that the thing couldn’t feel all that different from a Human man’s member.

The Gardner dragged the cockhead of the plant phallus up and down the girl’s slit, teasing her and working her into an unwanted panting of arousal. Before long Toria was moaning, struggling with instincts she wished her body didn’t have. The member felt good rubbing up and down the valley of her womanhood, especially when its firm but spongy mass was dragged over her sopping wet hole. Each time that happened she shuddered, having to fight the impulse to press her body back to try and force the thing into her opening.

“What are you waiting for?” Toria asked, not understanding why the woman was dragging this out. “Just do it. Fuck The Corruption into me. I’m helpless, I can’t stop you.”

“I want to hear you beg me to do it,” the Gardner said in a low, menacing voice as she continued to tease Toria’s pussy. “Not to have me fuck The Corruption in you. No, pretty little treat, I want to hear you beg for my cock. Beg for me to shove it in you. I know that is anathema to everything you think you are, so you must beg for THAT or we will stay like this forever.”

She paused, holding her cockhead at the girl’s opening. “It’s far from a hardship for me,” she said, working the cockhead in little circles around Toria’s opening then starting to press into her. At the last moment she pulled her cock up, dragging it away from her opening and leaving Toria whimpering like a frustrated puppy.

Toria wanted to refuse. She wanted to resist. She TRIED to refuse and resist. But her body had already fully betrayed her. Even though to beg to be penetrated by something so male was literally a recurring nightmare of hers Toria found the words coming from her mouth, her voice shaking with desperate need. “Put it in me,” she begged. “I need to feel it in me. I need you to penetrate me.”

“There’s a good girl,” the Gardner cooed, happily pressing the head of her faux member into the girl’s sopping wet hole. It slid in easily, the tight wetness making the Gardner moan lightly in appreciation.

Her moan was eclipsed by the long, low, indecent moan that ripped forth from Toria. “Gods,” she groaned, her whole body shuddering as the Gardner slowly pressed deeper into her. “I don’t want it to feel so good. But it does! I didn’t know… My body… it NEEDS this,” she said, the final words coming out as a half sob of despair that her body would want and enjoy something she found so repulsive.

When the Gardner was as deep inside the girl as she could get she stopped, pressing her naked body into Toria’s as she wrapped her arms around the girl to grab her small, firm breasts. As she began to play with them she rocked her hips, sliding herself in and out only slightly to make Toria’s moans of despair-filled delight shift in tone.

“Cock feels good in you, doesn’t it? Cock feels RIGHT in you?”

“Yes,” Toria moaned, struggling to keep from sobbing. She started to say something else but the words never came out. The Gardner had started to pull out, the thick plant phallus leaving an emptiness inside her that left Toria wanting to sob with a new kind of despair.

Just as the woman was about to pull all the way out of the girl she reversed course, slowly pressing back into her. That sent Toria into a fresh fit of moans, causing her muscles to quake and shudder as she lost herself in the pleasure of being filled.

“It feels almost as good for me,” the Gardner told Toria as she continued to play with the girl’s tits while slowly working her cock in and out of her sopping wet cunt. “I created this thing. Bred it. Mutated and perfected it. When it connects to a wearer it connects fully to them, allowing the wearer to feel it as though it were part of their body. I feel your insides the same way a man would.”

Toria had already been on the edge, her mind and body already struggling to deal with everything happening to her. “I feel your insides the same way a man would.” The words shook Toria to the core, disgusting and horrifying her in just the right way to make her feel a rush of depraved arousal and forced pleasure that pushed her into climax.

Her whole body tensed then began to convulse as she came. Her vaginal muscles clenched and spasmed, forcing the Gardner to thrust harder as she pressed into the girl. That broke the calm she’d been struggling to maintain as she slowly worked the member in and out of the girl’s wonderful feeling cunt. As soon as she thrust in hard she felt unable to hold back anymore. While Toria was still cumming she started pounding the girl, gripping her little titties while fucking her as hard and fast as she could.

The slamming of the plant-cock deep into her increased Toria’s pleasure. The pleasure was so overwhelming she had no idea if her first orgasm had been intensified or if she’d cum a second time.

What she was certain of was how the forced climax opened her to The Corruption. The moment she’d begun cumming its perverse, mutating power flowed into her. It soaked into her body and soul, twisting and changing her as it bent her to its will.

Toria gasped, trying to close herself off to it. She managed, but only for a short time. The Gardner was unleashed now, griping Toria’s tits with gleeful greed that showed no care for if she was hurting the girl. She kept pounding her, hard and fast. Each slam into Toria’s backside seemed to press her member deeper into her. Before long Toria was cumming again, the orgasm allowing The Corruption to once more flow freely into her.

The world became a blur of intense forced sexual pleasure as the Gardner fucked orgasm after orgasm from the helpless Battlemage. Each time she came more of The Corruption flowed into her. Tainting her. Changing her. Making her both less than she had been but so much more.

By the time the Gardner was grunting in a way that suggested she was nearing the height of her pleasure Toria wore a mad grin as frothy slobber flew from her mouth. Her mind had been melted by the pleasure and what The Corruption was doing to her, leaving her, for the moment, unable to understand anything but pleasure as The Corruption rewrote who and what she was.

Toria experienced one final mind-breaking orgasm when the plant phallus convulsed and sent a flood of semen-like goo exploding into her. The pressure was intense, her insides filled then flooded till the cum came squelching messily out around the Gardner’s member. As she held herself deep in the girl, cock still convulsing as she continued to climax, more of the cum oozed its way out of her making a mess between their bodies.

The world had gone black with pleasure for Toria. When the blackness began to peel away she was aware she must have been released and dropped to the forest floor. She whined, missing the feel of the Gardner’s plant phallus in her. Yet as the world began to make sense to her once more was consoled by the feeling of SOMETHING plunging slowly in and out of her cunt.

Messy squelching sounds came with each slow thrust in and out, a wonderfully depraved sound Toria knew would always hold a special place for her. It was the first thing she’d heard as she’d been reborn a servant of The Corruption. But what was it? Her broken mind was still restitching itself together, she needed time to process what she was hearing and feeling.

It was the Gardner’s fingers. Toria slowly understood the woman was laying on the forest floor beside her, a hand on her cunt as two of her fingers slowly plunged in and out of her cum-oozing hole. The woman was leaning over her, her tits resting on Toria’s chest as she licked and kissed Toria’s neck.

“Yes,” Toria moaned happily. “Yes, more. Why did I dedicate myself to fighting The Corruption? I didn’t understand that THIS was what it was.”

The Gardner licked up the girl’s neck till she reached her ear. She nipped Toria’s earlobe, delighting in the girl’s gasp of pleasure. “Your submission to The Corruption is not complete,” she told her. “Your submission to ME is not complete,” she added, leaning further in to kiss the girl.

Toria closed her eyes and opened her mouth and let the woman take her. She wiggled and thrust her hips, helping work the Garnder’s fingers deeper into her messy hole. Her tongue danced with the woman’s, trying to show her she was willing to do and be whatever the woman wanted.

When the Gardner pulled away from the kiss she curled her fingers, raking Toria’s insides as she pulled her fingers out of her. Toria shuddered and moaned, cumming slightly and thinking the woman only meant to stimulate the special place inside her.

“Open your mouth, Toria, servant of The Corruption,” the Gardner commanded.

Toria opened her eyes to see the Gardner holding the fingers she’d just pulled out of her pussy near her face. They were full of a messy mixture of cum and vaginal juices that had just begun to drip from her fingers.

“There’s a good girl,” the Gardner cooed as Toria opened her mouth to allow the mess to drip into her mouth. “There’s a VERY good girl,” she added when Toria wrapped her lips around the woman’s fingers when she put them into her mouth. “Suck them clean,” she told Toria. “Swallow down every drop. You need as much of my filthy fluids in you to ensure the forest no longer recognizes you as a threat and instead sees you as an ally.”

Toria continued to suck on the Gardner’s fingers, bobbing her head as though she were fellating a man.

“Yes,” the Gardner cooed happily. “Let The Corruption lead you. It will show you how to do so many depraved, indecent things… It will give you everything you need to carry out its will. But before then you need more of my fluids in you. The forest, and the creatures in it, MUST recognize you for what you’ve become.”

She sat up, scooping up Toria in her arms to rest the girl’s head in her lap like she was a child about to be breastfed. She then lifted a large, heavy breast and pressed it into Toria’s face.

The girl, letting The Corruption lead her, opened her mouth. Once the Gardner’s nipple was in her mouth she began sucking. There was no surprise when milk started to flow into her mouth. She’d been shown it would happen, she’d been made to NEED it. She drank hungrily, shifting and sliding a hand between her thighs to finger the still cum-oozing mess that was her sex.

“I am not just a gardener of the Great Corrupted Forest,” the Gardner told Toria as the girl sensually breastfed from her. “I am its mother. I’ve not just tended to the plants here, but birthed many of the perverse monsters that fill it and even some of the more monstrous plant life. Many have suckled at my tits as you do now. They have grown strong on my milk, milk that has allowed The Corruption to further twist and mutate them just as it is now doing to you.”

Toria showed little sign she was listening to the woman. She was lost in the carnal delight of sucking on her tits, greedily gulping down mouthfuls of her milk. She switched from tit to tit, pausing her hungry feasting only to take a few moments to sexily lick and nip at each nipple as she moved to it. The girl moaned indecently, her fingers thrusting wetly into the mess between her legs as she furiously masturbated.

“When it began I did not understand or care what power I served,” the Gardner went on, lovingly stroking Toria’s head as the girl sensually feasted on her milk. “But much has changed in a short time. I understand now. I care now. And I hunger to become an even greater champion of The Corruption, one whose service shall last far longer than a mere mortal lifetime.

“But to grow more powerful than I am now will require sacrifice. That is why Almerry Keep has been prepared. Why the Sisterhood was secretly manipulated into building the keep where it was built, with such a vast lush forest ready to be so deeply corrupted nearby. All has happened as The Corruption has wanted it to.

“Even the luring of the Army of the Sisterhood to the keep has been part of The Corruption’s plan. That army and all the women cowering in the keep shall be a sacrifice to The Corruption the likes of which Alaria has not seen since before the Great Collapse. Such power will be drawn from so many perverse dooms upon so many powerful women…”

The Gardner shuddered in joy at the thought. “And when it’s done reborn, just as you were reborn, Toria Servant of the Corruption.”

For a time they continued as they were, Toria feasting on the Gardner’s milk as she played with herself while the Gardner explained things. She told Toria what would happen next, how once she’d drunk enough she’d use her powers to put Toria and her clothing to rights, making it look as though she’d only been in a small scuffle she’d escaped victorious from.

She’d then be sent back to the scouting party where she’d keep hidden what had happened to her. She’d return to them and pretend to be who and what she HAD been, all while waiting for just the right moment to betray them. Not because the Gardner needed her to, but because doing so amused her and pleased The Corruption.

Toria understood. It would please her too, for now that she was a servant of The Corruption she understood the grand design that drove the perverse force. She understood she and her party were doomed, and she was overjoyed that she’d get to help them suffer through their doom till it was time for her to meet hers.

* * *

“Finish the slaughter, girls,” a heavily armored bunny-eared warrior roared as she drove her sword through one of the perverse, mutated beasts that had attacked the scouting party. “There are not many of these nasty beasties left,” she called out, turning with stunning grace and speed to leap past one enemy and lob another’s head off.

“We’ll follow you anywhere, Hrinrav,” a pristinely clean purple-haired Elven Sorceress said as she followed the fierce Bunordaen Fighter in the battle against their foes. An open spell book floated before that she was drawing energy from. The arcane power flowed around her, floating her effortlessly through the air while creating a bubble around the Elve that kept her attackers at bay.

A couple of the monsters tried to fight their way past the protective spell, lunging at the bubble of magical energy. Both were repelled, one knocked to the forest floor unnoticed by the Elven Sorceress who turned her attention to the one she did notice. Her long purple hair flowed behind her, blown by winds of arcane magic only affecting her. Her eyes glowed as she chanted and pulled arcs of lightning-like purple magical power from her spell book. Once she’d gathered a ball of the crackling energy in her hand she lobbed it at the beast, reducing it to smoldering cyders on the forest floor.

“Good one, Ta’lina,” a soft, playful voice called from above. “But that’s a lot of work for just one kill.”

“We can do so much more with so much less effort,” an almost identical voice called out before a shower of glowing, magic-infused arrows began raining down from the forest canopy to slaughter most of the remaining foes.

Two scantily clad, dainty girls with fluttering dragonfly-like wings lowered into sight from their hiding place in the trees above. Both were armed with elegant enchanted bows they were using to send arrow after arrow flying at the remaining foes. The two Fey girls, one blond and one brunet, had small, fragile-looking bodies that made the prissy purple-haired Elven Sorceress look tough, yet from their position above they were racking up far more kills than even the heavily armored Bunordaen woman leading the scouting party of Sisterhood warriors.

“Tell me again, Kylee, why we bothered bringing the others along?” the brown-haired Fey asked her partner as she shot another arrow. “Seems barely worth the struggle of waiting for them when we’re doing most of the killing.”

The blond Fey girl giggled as she loosed another arrow. “Because they look beautiful killing, Alsea,” she told her partner as the two hovered close together. “Almost as beautiful as we do.”

A blur of misty shadow shot through what remained of the combat. As it passed the few remaining foes remaining tendrils of shadow shot out, slicing and impaling monsters. When the last of the monsters fell dead the misty blur stopped, gathering in a cloud of black soot that blew away to reveal a small, petite black-haired Vulpenite girl dressed in the garb of a sorceress from the distant Eastern Islands.

“Done,” the girl said with a cute smile and bow as her bushy fox tail and furry fox-like ears twitched in excitement.

“You know, I think that’s only the third word I’ve heard her say,” Kylee the Fey Ranger said with a giggle as she fluttered down to join the party gathering around the tiny Vulpenite Shadow Mage.

“You know these strange women from those distant Eastern Islands aren’t much for talking,” Alsea teased her Fey companion. “But our Yazuki kills as good as the rest of us even if we don’t understand her strange Shadow Magic. Isn’t that right, you adorable little furball?” she asked, rubbing the Vulpenite’s head as though she was more pet than woman.

Yazuki grinned, leaning into the Fey’s touch as her tail lashed in excitement.

Hrinrav, the scouting party’s leader, strode up and used a gauntleted hand to lightly bat the Fey’s hand away from Yazuki. “There will be time for heavy petting later,” she said in a firm tone. “Perhaps after we get back from our mission. Till then we must all stay focused. We have to get our bearings after that attack,” she added, looking around. “I wonder if we’re closer to the Great Corrupted Forest than we thought we were. None of us expected to be waylaid by so many monsters twisted so heavily by The Corruption so soon.”

“They were nothing for ones as skilled as us,” Ta’lina, the Elven Sorceress said haughtily. Her spell book remained open and floating in front of her so she could continue to draw power from it which kept her floating off the ground.

“Must you?” Hrinrav asked when she noticed how the Sorceress was floating as though unwilling to let the forest floor sully her pristinely clean bare feet.

“I must,” the Elve replied haughtily, turning her nose up and levitating herself a few inches higher off the ground. “The forest here is filthy and will grow more so as we press closer to this Corruption-tainted dark place we’ve been sent to scout out. You all might have to sully your feet by walking upon its soiled soil but I—”

“We don’t have to do that,” the two Fey Rangers said in near-perfect unison then broke into a fit of girlish giggles.

Hrinrav rolled her eyes but gave in and joined the laughter. “I suppose our years of victories within the Sisterhood has earned us all the liberties to have our idiosyncrasies. Even young Toria—” The Bunordaen paused, looking around at her party. “I don’t see Toria,” she said, voice growing serious. “When do you all remember seeing her last?”

“Just before the monsters attacked,” the two Fey Rangers said as the group grew tense.

“There,” Yazuki said, pointing into the forest.

They all turned to see Toria emerging from the trees looking as though she’d fought and won a battle of her own. “Sorry, ladies,” she called out, slightly out of breath. “The nasty beasts tried to peel me off from the rest of you when they attacked. But I’m Toria Underband,” the young Human Battlemage declared arrogantly. “It took some time, but I showed them the mistake they made attacking me.”

“More pity those fool monsters that were dumb enough to attack us,” Hrinrav declared. “But knowing they tried to peel you away from the rest of us suggests there’s some evil intelligence controlling them. We best all stick closer together as we move on, you all know how The Corruption likes to pick parties like ours apart one by one. Once we’re within the Great Corrupted Forest we’ll need to ensure none of us are out of sight of the others for long to safeguard from the kind of tricks The Corruption favors when it comes to turning Sisterhood members against each other.”

The others nodded and agreed, Toria included. None noticed the slight change to her cocky grin, nor did they notice the momentary flick of red that appeared in her irises every time Hrinrav mentioned The Corruption. They pressed on, none suspecting young Toria was no longer the woman they’d left Almerry Keep with. 

* * *

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.

---

How will the rest of this scene play out? (Choose up to 7 options from this poll)