Evergreen Forest Ch. 15

Yilra's stomach gave a lurch.

A man had appeared in the entranceway.

He was handsome, in an oafish kind of way. No fey, that was for sure. He wore metal-and-leather armor, and there was a basic round helmet on his head that made him look a bit dull. But his eyes were bright with undisguised greed as he stared at the two of them.

"Well," he rasped, "look what I've found."

His hands—rough-looking things—started to creep into the passage. Nipper's eyes were shut tight, but her moans were taking on a feverish pitch. She was either getting more desperate or very slightly aware of the new danger and unable to act on it.

"You'll want to keep very quiet, little slut." The man's hand gripped Nipper's left hand, roughly dragging it away from her cunt. She whimpered, but did not fight. "You need help, don't you?"

Nipper didn't respond for a moment, struggling against him to bring her fingers back to her womanhood. It was a vain effort. Clearly losing what little composure she had left, the catgirl gave a meek little nod. He smirked. "Well, I can't leave a lady in need. Stay still and enjoy, and I just might let you two go when I'm satisfied."

Lying. He was lying. Fucking bastard lying through his teeth. But Yilra couldn't do anything about it from this angle, and Nipper was in no position to analyze his statement. She watched as of his meaty-looking fingers trailed down Nipper's naked belly to her crotch. It stroked the labia, and he clearly enjoyed Nipper's frantic whines that followed. "What a pretty thing you are," he whispered, voice hoarse. "Such a sin you'd be stuck down here when you could have this in you." The finger stabbed inside.

Nipper gave a sharp cry, but before it could gain any volume, the man's other hand clamped down over her mouth. He laughed. "Shh, darling. You don't need to make a sound. Don't you like this?" His straw-blond hair was visibly sticky with sweat as he started to thrust in and out.

Nipper made little moaning sounds against the hand. He seemed to like that even more. Her eyes remained tightly closed.

"You ready to be a good, quiet girl?" he whispered. "Feel better if you do. So much easier if you do. I can do more to you if you do. Nice slut, good slut..." Nipper gave desperate little nods. He chuckled and lifted the hand off, raising it up to her catlike ears. "I bet you'll like this."

He started rubbing one of the ears. Nipper's eyes shot open. They were wide, but glazed over. She let out a happy mewl and leaned against the hand, pumping her hips against the finger.

And through it all, Yilra watched, enraptured. She couldn't stop watching. She could barely stop herself from openly masturbating in front of this perverted bastard. She couldn't get up, or even pull Yilra away. Her eyes were spellbound, her legs long lost.

But she had her hands free. And since this Chosen seemed content to ignore her, she decided to start feeling around for something. Anything.

"That's right," he whispered. "That's right. Let's hear a meow, little pussy."

To Yilra's horror and dark arousal, Nipper obediently mewed.

"Oh, you're just adorable. I'm gonna enjoy you. Do you think you'll enjoy me?" He leaned into the pipe.

Nipper was mumbling under her breath again. "Tell him yes, mm, beg him, scream louder, oh, be a good little . . . "

Yilra felt something. Not the best option, but it would do.

"That's what I thought." The soldier slipped a second finger in. "You're gonna beg for the Conversion. Nothing but sex and tentacles in your brain." He leaned in closer. "Doesn't that sound nice?"

Nipper whispered something very soft.

"What was that?" He leaned in closer still, close enough that his forehead was brushing against her raven locks. "Tell me, slut." His fingers rammed in hard, and she let out another mew. "Tell Brosse what you want, pussycat."

Yilra listened, too.

" . . . just pretend . . . " Nipper was whispering. "Pretend he's a girl . . . "

The soldier froze. "What?"

As the bubble burst, Yilra lunged.

She had picked up a little stick. Barely better than a twig, really. It had likely broken off some branch just a few days ago. It was about as dull as a cudgel, but it had a point. Brosse found that out when it jammed straight into his jugular. The soldier reeled back, choking on the stick, choking on his own blood. His head hit the top of the pipe, and he fell out into the water. There was a loud splash.

Still carried by the momentum of her thrust, Yilra found herself falling flat on her face. She couldn't arrest herself. Couldn't grab onto anything. She was only able to take a quick breath before she was underwater.

The cool water hit her hot face, and she only then realized how sweaty she was. It was rather hot in this pipe. She stared into the water, hearing the shouts outside as if they were from miles off. It was a moment of tranquility she appreciated.

The next moment, Nipper had yanked her out of the water and spun her around to meet her gaze. The catgirl's eyes were wide and wild. "I can't fight it much longer!" she cried, evidently heedless of the commotion up above.

The catgirl picked her up, and Yilra grabbed her crutches as she was swept back out through the gutter entrance.

The naked catgirl and her naked, legless ranger went streaking through the water, past the body. Yilra heard the shouts grow in volume as they reached dry land, but she couldn't see what was going on. All she could see was the flushed breast that kept smacking her in the face.

As they ran into the woods, she heard a voice address them. A female voice. "Hi! Please definitely do not ravish me!"

"We need to get out of here!" Nipper hissed, not slowing.

"Aw. Don't you wanna fuck me?"

"They'll kill us!"

"Oh, okay. Let me . . . "

Yilra's mind was suddenly filled with strange colors and odd smells. Smells that didn't have names. Colors that had names she quickly forgot. All around her, she felt the presence of strange, entropic magic.

Yilra felt Nipper's grip go totally limp. As the catgirl lost her hold and fell to the ground, Yilra raised the crutches, slammed their talons into the earth, and stood for the first time in hours. Oh, that felt good. I missed you, old friends, she thought with a smile. A pleasant tickling sensation at the back of her head told her the feeling was mutual.

She looked around. Their surroundings had totally changed. Nipper was lying next to her, immersed in tall, dark green grass., and they were in some sort of shaded glade—Yilra guessed this was somewhere to the southeast of her shack. Not far from the pipe.

A young women of vaguely eastern descent stood before them, wearing what reminded Yilra of nothing more than a private school uniform. No, not that. It was the sort of uniform a private school might have girls wear if their principal was tremendously immoral, maybe. It fluttered in the breeze, looking as though it wouldn't take much more than that to expose all. Little reddish horns curved above her head, surrounded by a mass of shiny ebony locks. Those red eyes weren't those of a human. They were the eyes of a predator that was very good at giving the impression of being a human while actually having a wit roughly equivalent to that of a dolphin.

A lust sprite, clearly, but not from a pack Yilra had seen before in these woods. No surprise. New varieties were showing up all the time.

"Hi!" the sprite chirped. "Do you know where my sisters are? What's your name?" She looked at one of the crutches, eyes widening with a strange mix of fear and hunger. "What's that thing? I hope it isn't some sort of awful phallic creature! That would be..." She squirmed in the schoolgirl outfit. ". . . soooo wrong."

She giggled. Yilra stared at her, mouth half open.

This was going to be an especially annoying variety, wasn't it?

"You teleported us here?" she asked.

"Teleported?" The sprite blinked, fluttering dark lashes. "Oh, you're so smart and educated. No, I just . . . took you from there to here!" She beamed.

"Lust sprite magic?"

"Uh-huh!" The sprite rubbed her legs together. "Ooh, that kitty of yours smells nice. Mind if I . . . pet it?"

That wasn't even innuendo. Yilra scowled and crossed her arms. "Yes, I mind. And she can't give consent when she's unconscious. Why is she unconscious?"

The sprite, who had been pouting at the negative answer, now perked up. Her breasts bounced with her as she bobbed up and down with excitement. "Oh, I know! I know! Nictice's girls put Special Pollen on her! Its effect accel . . . acceler . . . " She bit her lip. "It goes faster when it feels dryad or lust sprite magic!" She jammed both hands against her skirt, unabashedly petting herself through the thin fabric. "Makes it easier to brainwash 'em!"

"You're with the orchid dryads, then?" Yilra was wary. A lone lust sprite wasn't too dangerous, but they rarely stayed alone for long, and she could already feel the sprite's lust aura starting to have an effect. Worse, because she was still naked, both she and this sprite could see her nipples hardening. That part wasn't dangerous, but it was sure as hell embarrassing.

The sprite fidgeted. "Uh-uh! They're very cruel. My dule always gets permission." She smiled coyly, reaching beneath her blouse and clearly tweaking a nipple. "Not that I . . . want to be taken." She jiggled her breasts together, reminding Yilra uncomfortably of the spritelion. "I'm just . . . so helpless."

Yilra averted her gaze and willed the crutches to lower her, trying to get the arousing image out of her head. The enchanted crutches clawed their way deep into the dirt, allowing her to come down to roughly kneeling level. She could feel the sprite's breath on her back as she spoke. "Nipper? Nipper, are you alright?"

Nipper moaned, her eyes fluttering open. She stared up into Yilra's eyes. Her voice was but a whisper. "They're winning."

"I know. Come on and get up." Yilra commanded her crutches to lift her up again. Nipper rose after her. "We have to get to the shack."

"Wh-why?"

"We need a—"

"Hey, what's that?" Yilra and Nipper both turned. The sprite was eying something outside the clearing, big eyes wide with curiosity.

"What?" Yilra limped forward, Nipper right behind her. She peered into the darkness, but couldn't see anything.

"What the . . . " Evidently, Nipper could see something. "What are they doing?"

"What?" Yilra hissed. Just in case, she moved behind a thick tree trunk, but the brush made excellent concealment. She wasn't worried about being spotted. More about being heard.

"Three soldiers," Nipper whispered. "Human men! Going around without their trousers!"

"Ooh," the sprite exclaimed under her breath, "what large cocks!"

"What?" Yilra turned to stare at Nipper, bewildered. "Are you sure you're seeing that?"

"Hey." Nipper put both hands on her hips, turning to glare back at Yilra. "You think I'd hallucinate a bunch of giant thumbs in turtlenecks? They're just walking through the forest!"

"So . . . beautiful . . . " Yilra turned back and realized that the sprite was literally drooling. "I can't . . . can't resist . . . "

And then it hit Yilra.

"That's their plan? That's how they're luring them? Seriously?" She looked between the shivering sprite and the suddenly-not-at-all-aroused Nipper. "That wouldn't work. They'll get jumped by dryads. They'll get raped by sprites. They'll just get ignor—"

"Mine!" They all whirled around. Yilra couldn't see anything, but she heard the sounds of three or four individuals rushing through the brush a little ways off. The cry came from multiple voices in unison. A lust sprite hivemind.

"Oh, goddesses," Nipper said. Yilra heard male laughter, and then multiple strange sounds that took her a moment to identify. She regretted the identification a moment later.

Schlup. Shlurp. Schlup. Shmack.

"What are the men doing?" Nipper squinted.

Yilra grimaced. "Getting their dicks polished. What else?"

"No, they're pulling out—what are those cans? What are—what the fuck?"

Yilra was starting to get a bit annoyed she couldn't see this. Just the sounds were certainly getting her horny again.

There was a squelching sound from the site of the 'event'. Moans from the sucking sprites soon turned into screams and confused cries, and then, very quickly, into screams of bliss. These screams were quickly muffled by more sucking sounds.

"Oh . . . t-tentacles . . . " Yilra turned back to the sprite, who she realized had just taken a step forward. Her eyes were starry. "I just . . . I cannot resist!" The sprite moved to bound into the bushes.

"Whoa!" Yilra lunged forward, mentally commanding both crutches to dig into the soil, and grabbed the sprite's shoulder with her right hand. The sprite squirmed and whimpered as Yilra's fingers wrapped around her arm. Yilra found herself being pulled violently between the crutch and the sprite, who was surprisingly strong for such a petite thing.

"So cruel!" the sprite whined. "So horny! Oh, please, just take me now! Relieve me from this need! I can resist you no longer, Yilr—mmf!"

Nipper had grabbed the sprite's head and, in one swift motion, shoved it right between her breasts. Yilra stopped, momentarily stunned.

Nipper was clutching the sprite with both arms, holding her against her body in a powerful bearhug. The force didn't appear necessary for restraining, anyways, as the sprite was no longer struggling. Just moaning. She . . . seemed to be coming. Just from being held. "Mmf! Mmf!"

She was being smothered.

Nipper, to her credit, was keeping a remarkable front. That was to say, her eyes were rolled up into her head, and she was gasping with every moan, running her fingers down between her legs and the sprites.

Up went the skirt. The sprite started screaming, but her cries were muffled by Nipper's own body, and soon she ran out of breath. Nipper just held her there, letting her slowly suffocate in a storm of orgasms.

Yilra found herself shaking, watching the twin displays of overwhelmed lust. The sprite's aura was becoming more and more distinct. They needed to get away from this place. Unbidden, as the smell of vanilla entered her lungs, she found her fingers trailing towards her groin . . .

After a few seconds, the sprite went limp. The aura did not vanish, though. Nipper was still stroking herself, still moaning and mewling. Yilra, realizing the 'battle' was over, forced her fingers away. It took her a moment to recover enough to speak, and she still couldn't tear her eyes off the pairing.

"Nipper." Her mouth was dry. She was still shivering. It was the most erotic fight she'd ever witnessed. "W-we have to go. Put her in the bush—the bushes, and let's. Let's go. Have to get to the shack."

Nipper looked up with her. Her eyes seemed glazed over. For a moment, Yilra thought the catgirl was about to grab her, to kiss her, to touch her, and Yilra realized that she had almost no will left to fight.

Then the sprite fell into the brush. Nipper stood there, dripping from her cunt, her fingers covered in the juices of herself and her vanquished foe. Seemingly by reflex along, she lifted her hands up and licked and sucked each finger off in turn.

Then, saying nothing of what had just transpired, she started walking towards where the shack likely was.

Yilra prayed to every god and goddess that had once lived that they not run into a single other living soul along the way.

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Goblin's Note: As you might be able to guess, this chapter gave me a looot of trouble in writing it. I know the wait has been ridiculous, but I hope what you see here made up for it, at least a little bit. More is on the way!