Evergreen Forest Ch. 17

"Where am I? Who am I? What—"

"Shh." She smiled at him, a kinder smile now. But still hungry. She knelt before him, placing a single finger on his lips. He found himself unable to speak, lost in those strange silver eyes. "The dryads are occupied. We have a chance, darling boy. We can save you."

He wanted to speak, to shout, to swear. But his surge of personality seemed to be fading already within those eyes. His name was gone. He was at her mercy once again. She slowly moved up to straddle his waist. "You don't need to be her slave." Her fingers wrapped again around his cock, guiding it toward her tight sheathe. "Let me take you," she breathed. "Let me have you. Vanish away with us."

He couldn't speak as she mounted him. She began to rock against him, letting out low moans as she continued. "You must—aah—understand, you can't—unh—fight us. It's like pebbles. Oh, oh, yes. Water over—over pebbles. Mm!" He shook at the same time she did. Her firm, wet pussy was contracting around his member, massaging it into complacent bliss as she slipped along him. He stared up at her wide gray eyes, enraptured. "You want it, you—you need—aaAAAAUGH!"

She threw up her head and jerked against him, caught in the throws of an early orgasm. But she seemed to only be getting started. He moaned, feeling the power of her eyes leave him. He tried to speak, to fight, but it felt so good . . . He only had to lie here, to let her have him . . .

"Oh, yes," she said, looking back down and smirking at him. She was still contracting around him, still schlucking and schlupping around his length. "You really can't resist, can you? So much damage here." She reached up and touched his head. As she did so, he felt it beginning to tingle. Everything seemed to grow fuzzier. He realized that this was what was happening to his whole body. "It's better this way, boy. Oh, yes." She was already well on her way to her next orgasm, rising and falling atop him. It was a waterfall striking pebbles, and his resistance was scattered by the pleasure. "Oh, yes."

"Wh—wh—"

"Why?" She beamed at him. "We are the Gray Wraiths, darling boy. We ask not such questions. Oh. We guide you to sweet oblivion, a path paved with—with sweetcakes, and candies, and so, so much pleasure." Her chest heaved as she shuddered with desire. She seemed to be growing more and more real to him, even as everything else seemed . . . less. "You want it. You need it. And you can't fight us any more. So sit back, boy, and let me do all the work."

She began to bounce, taking her eyes off him. His eyes bulged. She'd just been getting herself off before—now she was really focused, and he could feel the difference. Oh, he could feel, alright. He started to buck, moaning. He couldn't help it. She was right. It felt too good. Her pussy walls ran across his shaft, and his cock began to throb as an orgasm approached. Pleasurable pins and needles consumed his whole body, like his entire body had fallen asleep. He needed it. He needed her. What was the price of oblivion compared to the pleasure of coming inside this tight, slick cunt?

"Snatch?"

The voice was distant, garbled. He was too mired in pleasure to pay it any heed. He closed his eyes, feeling the bliss enveloping him, feeling the tingly sleepiness beginning to wrap around him tighter and tightr.

But she sounded annoyed. "Oh, no."

"Snatch!" The voice was louder now. "Fight it!"

Snatch.

Who was Snatch?

"Ignore them, darling boy," cooed the Gray Wraith, giggling. She started to kiss his neck, his lips. It felt so good. The tingling was right in his head as she nibbled on his earlobe, thrust her tongue into his open mouth. "Doesn't this—mm—feel so—mmah—good?"

Snatch was someone he knew. A funny sort. Angry all the time. Had a partner, before she was lost.

"Wake up! You have to fight! We're all in danger!"

People were in trouble. That sounded like . . . the Gray Wraith locked her eyes with him and gyrated her hips around his shaft. He whimpered. That sounded like someone else's problem. He just needed . . . needed to cum . . .

His cock was beginning to throb. Soon. Yes. Yes. Those beautiful eyes told him. Yes. Yes. Water over pebbles. He couldn't fight. Why would he fight? Nothing becomes. Nothing . . . just pleasure, pleasure, please, please . . .

"Snatch, listen, we have to go. We have your stuff here, we're ready to—"

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"Get . . . goddamn hands off . . . stuff . . ."

Yilra and Nipper exchanged astounded looks. The body of Snatch lay between them, still covered in the viscous goo from the pool. His eyes were still closed, but pale gray mist surrounded them, flowing from beneath the lids. His hard cock was the same story. Yilra knew what it meant.

But if he was still somewhat aware of them . . .

"Hey!" Nipper said, scandalized. "This is more important than your dumb 'stuff', Mister—"

"Snatch," Yilra said, "We're just going to take your stuff and go if you don't get up now."

He was frowning slightly, but still asleep. Yilra rubbed her forehead. Shit. Shit. We don't have much time left.

Nipper looked at Yilra, blinking. Yilra glared at her and gestured to Snatch. The catgirl seemed to catch on. "Okay, well, most of it's shit anyways," she said. "Who needs it?"

"Not shit," Snatch mumbled. "'Spensive . . . more than a year in the sprite pit, asshole . . ."

Nipper's head tilted. "Wait, how much does that cost, exactly?"

Was Snatch beginning to grow translucent? Shit! Yilra bit her lip. "Hey, Snatch, there's a bunch of lust sprites here, and they're . . . they're . . ."

"They're using your scythe as a dildo," Nipper chirped. "That's okay, right? 'Cause—"

"NOT FUCKING AGAIN!" Snatch sat bolt upright.

Yilra did a double-take. "Again?"

Nipper, though, was evidently unfazed as she threw both arms around him. "We've got him ba—um."

Snatch had instantly tried to grab one of her arms and hold it in a vice grip. He was clearly pretty weak, though, because Nipper just sort of held her arm out while he wrestled with it. He quickly stopped, looking flustered. "Don't touch me."

"Okay." Nipper pulled back. She stood up. "You okay?"

"I . . . where're my clothes?" Snatch rubbed his eyes.

"Right here." Yilra held up his bag. "Your scythe's over there in the pile. I didn't have time to grab it." She turned around to Calystegia, arching an eyebrow. "I told you he had a shot."

"Okay, sure." The glory dryad shrugged. "He's stubborn. But you ain't out of the woods yet."

"That's right." Yilra turned to Snatch. "The Chosen are here. They've—"

"Ch-Chosen?" Snatch's eyes bulged. "Aw, shit." He started getting dressed. "Isn't that just what I need? A nice fucking r-reminder."

"Of what?"

"We were supposed to . . ." Snatch seemed to be having trouble tying his shoes. "It was a stupid mission. Not my idea. Wars, I said. Don't do wars. Anyways, it's all bust now. I can't do it alone, that's for sure." Yilra got the sense he was talking more to himself than her—rationalizing something. "Yillit and that 'Goddess', they can sort that shit out. I can't do that job anymore. It was her idea, not mine."

"Snatch. They're in this forest."

"And that's not what I meant," Calystegia said. "I mean I don't think he's fully clear yet. The Wraiths might've purged the pollen, but I can tell there's something off about him."

"Well, yeah," Snatch muttered. He grabbed a brown coat. "I can still feel 'em in me."

Yilra gave a start. She exchanged a look with Nipper. "The dryads?"

"The Wraith." The thief gave her a grin that somehow seemed more miserable than his meanest scowl. "I've got a damn Gray Wraith in me."

Yilra didn't know what to say.

Snatch stood up and lifted his bag. "I'm getting out of this forest," he announced. "I know how. Should've taken it to start with. Fucking stupid of me to think I could . . ." He trailed off, biting his lip. He gave a visible shudder.

Yilra realized she hadn't actually considered the toll all of this had taken on the unpleasant adventurer. She'd just been raped by a spritelion and pair of dryads, and she didn't feel very good about it. He probably wasn't in a much better state after all that he'd been through.

She looked into his eyes. He looked back at her, seeming strangely lost. Not physically. He seemed totally unsure what he was doing there. "Anna," he managed. "Where is she?"

Yilra didn't say anything.

"We don't know," Nipper said. "We need to save her."

Snatch looked at Yilra again. He rubbed his palms together. "That's not . . . I'm not . . ."

He doesn't want to make this choice, Yilra realized. He doesn't want to risk his life, but he doesn't want to make the call to leave her.

He was waiting for her word. To Yilra's surprise, she found herself pitying the adventurer.

"We're going to save Anna," she said, glaring at him. "We're getting her, and we're getting out of this forest. And if you want to live, you'd better come with us and help. We both know you won't make it out alone."

He seemed to go a little bit limp, like an immense weight had been taken from him. He glared back. "Fine. Fucking fine. You want to get us all killed?" He turned to the dryad. "You. Don't you have some sort of . . . magic shit to find a former nymphtoy?"

Calystegia chuckled. "Loves, I'm on my way out. This is your problem—I ain't tangling with Chosen." She shrugged, turning to go. "No hard feelings. I just don't really wanna—"

"I'll lick you out afterwards," Nipper piped up.

Calystegia turned. She blinked blue-painted eyelids; once, twice. ". . . I'll get the girls."

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Goblin's Note: We're in the home stretch now, guys! This story will be concluding over the next one or two chapters, though the struggles of the characters will continue elsewhere. Yeesh. I once ran a D&D game where the players spent half a year trying to get out of the same forest, and y'know what? This has taken longer! ;D

But an end is in sight, for good or ill. Stay tuned for Chapter 18, in which the group seeks to reunite, the dryads and Chosen face off, and at this point, anything else would be spoilers. Stay tuned anyways!

Likes/comments/subscribes/favorites/reviews/singing telegrams/blood sacrifices are always appreciated, and in the case of the latter, actually necessary to stave off the inevitable approach of the terrifying Goblin Bug that lurks beneath every goblin's bed! :)