Evergreen Forest Ch. 06

Goblin's Note: I'm afraid that this chapter is a tad short. That's because it's the last of what I've already written. It now appears that Snatch is free of the nymphs, so what now? I don't have a preference—you decide! More of Evergreen, or a sidestory? Regardless, thanks a ton for reading!

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Lying in the soft grass of the Evergreen Forest, vomiting, Snatch cursed the day he'd decided to try and rustle Baron Galroge's prized flying mule herd. Who had he thought he was? He was a burglar. A con artist. Sometimes even a spelunker, but not a Western Plains bandit.

He finished throwing up what little he'd infested of late—a disturbing amount of which appeared to be the famously non-corrosive nymph sex juice—and spat out the last bit of succubi's folly berry. Never again. Never. Again.

"You done, then?"

He got up and grabbed his satchel, scowling. If the speaker was an enemy, perhaps she'd be the vain sort of enemy who only attacked once their target had turned around and given a good startled look.

He honestly wasn't sure where his scythe was. Probably tossed into the bushes by one of his tormenters. There wasn't time to get it now, so he grabbed one of the many knives in his bag and turned. He was naked, barely-armed, and his cock was still throbbing painfully, but his pride had suffered worse debacles.

The clearing was exactly as before. It was beautiful. Bright green grass, a few pretty blue flowers, and a thick forest canopy above making it impossible to tell the time of day. The pool was the only source of light—a luminescent water source that had proven quite hazardous to those seeking to keep their heads clear.

Towards the back of the clearing was a great pile of vines currently 'torturing' one human girl—Anna—and two of the three nymphs who'd captured him, Lisura and Esca. They still couldn't orgasm, despite the slimy plant life thrusting in and out of every orifice it could reach, and they never would unless cleared of the vines.

Right in front of Snatch was a human. To his intense relief, she was quite conservatively dressed, wearing gray trousers and a brown cloak. The mushroom-shaped clasp on her cloak identified her as a ranger. Her red hair was cut to shoulder-length, and while the lingering effects of the poison forced Snatch to notice she was, indeed, quite attractive, she did not look at all interested in fucking him.

The ranger's long cloak was unable to hide the fact that she was also legless, leaning on a pair of strange crutches. Each crutch had a giant eagle's talon at the base, clutching the ground firmly.

The ranger had a blowgun pressed between her lips, though the dart had already been fired—the beautiful green-haired woman at Snatch's feet was proof of that. She leaned against a tree to take the blowgun out and stuff it into a cloak pocket.

She raised an eyebrow, looking him over. "You're lucky they were so dumb with the succubi's folly, y'know."

"Right." Snatch reached down and picked up his trousers. Esca had practically ripped them in half when she'd torn them off him.

"Serious." She lifted a crutch, and the eagle's claw shifted to make the movement easier. She slowly made her way towards him. "Nymph juice stays in someone's system for years, an' multiplies, until they fuck someone and pass a bit on. I don't fancy y'was lookin' forward to start a, uh, sexidemic wherever it is you're goin'. Berries got you to get the stuff out before it could set in. Be grateful."

"Right." Snatch threw the trousers down in disgust.

"Here." The ranger reached back—with some difficulty—and tossed him a cloth bag. "Put those on an' be quick about it. We've gotta move."

He took out a new set of clothes and quickly put them on. Out of the corner of his eye he watched the ranger making her way towards the vines. "What's your name? I don't go nowhere without—"

"Without knowing my real name. Right." The ranger's tone was mocking.

Snatch froze. "Wait—"

"I been watching you. These nymphs've been threatening to set off a real delicate balance. Needed a chance to catch 'em all, an' that psycho was fingerin' you was thick enough to put her own pals in the vines."

Snatch pulled his new shirt over his head, eyes narrowing. "I was bait."

"An' right good bait, too. The nymphs love a challenge. Makes 'em feel irresistible." The ranger stopped just out of reach of the grasping vines, glancing back towards Snatch. "Name's Yilra. Call me Yil, it's faster."

"Wonderful." Snatch spotted his scythe lying right by the pool's edge and hurried toward it. The notched silver scythe was one of his oldest possessions, and it was one of the few things he was sincerely attached to.

"Careful," Yil called back. "They've got a nasty spell on that water. Make sure the scythe's dry."

Snatch stopped himself, inches from grabbing the weapon. To his embarrassment, he hadn't thought to check. He took out a cloth and confirmed that yes, the scythe's wooden handle had been soaked. He wasn't sure what effect just a few drops of the water would have over time, but he didn't want to risk it. He carefully lifted it with the cloth and strapped it to his back. "I know that, ranger."

"You ask my name and don't use it. Typical." Leaning her shoulder on one of the crutches, Yil drew out a small syringe. She stood just two yards from the moaning Anna.

Snatch frowned, looking up at them. "Not that I much care, but you're going to get trapped if you go too close, and I can't afford losing my one source of directions to the outpost."

"Just gotta cure this one."

"Her?" Snatch scowled at Anna.

Anna lay jerking in the vines as they pistoned in and out of both her sensitive orifices. She was struggling to reach her sex, no doubt to try to finger herself off, but the plant held her arms and legs spread so wide it looked painful. She whimpered, seeing Yil—Snatch knew that, thanks to the toxin he'd applied, only another woman could bring her the release she craved.

"No time to argue," Yil snapped. "Wraiths'll be here in minutes. I promised them the nymphs if they let me extract the girl."

"The Wraiths?" Snatch took a step back. "And we're waiting here for a sex addict? We've got to get out of here!"

"Can't leave an innocent to get picked off." Yil raised the syringe. "Ranger's job."

"I poisoned her earlier. She's incurable."

"I know you poisoned her, and it ain't incurable." Yil calmly hobbled over the vines. Bizarrely, they did nothing to impede her. Perhaps it couldn't sense living creatures if they weren't touching the ground.

"Succubus musk—"

"Tears of a eunuch seer cures it. Obscure, but a good ranger's always prepared." Yilra's crutches slowly folded, allowing her to stoop down and grasp Anna by the wrist. Before the young victim could react—and Snatch noticed an excited look in her eye that indicated she did have some idea what she wanted to do with her would-be savior—Yil plunged the syringe into Anna's arm.

Anna had been screaming before—the vines had never slowed their attentions—but her screams had been of lusty desire. Now, her scream was of pain, and then horror. Yilra yanked the young girl up and threw her clear of the plants. "Snatch!" she shouted. "Deal with the vines!"

Several vines were hanging onto Anna's legs, and they began to pull her back. Growling, Snatch drew his knife. "Pain in the ass!"

He leaped forward, hacking at the tendrils until they withdrew. He reached down and yanked the shuddering Anna to her feet by the shoulder. "Right. Everyone's fine. Let's go!"

He waited, shifting his weight from side to side as Yilra slowly made her way back. "Right. We can go now." She eyed Anna skeptically. "You fit to walk?"

The naked young woman hugged her sides and said nothing.

"Great, 'cause we're all dead if we don't get going." Yil turned away. Her crutches bent, then sprang forward. "Let's move!"