Kinktober 2020 - Day 08

The lord made a shocked sound, hips stuttering, before he stiffened and I assumed he was cumming, too. Everything grew unbelievably more wet, dripping down to the grass. Both cocks were still hard, but they both slowly backed out of me while I tried to catch my breath.

My legs were released, and I dropped to my knees as soon as my feet touched the ground. Immediately, there was a cock in my face. I looked up to see the second guard, fist closed around the base of his cock, pointing it at my mouth. I grinned and opened for him.

I could taste the subtle tang of vagina as his girth sat heavy on my tongue. I quickly cleaned it off until I was left only with heady male musk. As I worked him with my tongue, easing him further to the back of my mouth to begin opening my throat, I felt as though my mind was clearing.

There was still a sweetness on my lips that suggested the pollen was still clinging. But I could contemplate what I'd be doing when I wasn't having sex, which was a positive development. As I massaged his balls I considered my options.

I couldn't keep this up, they'd clearly had a lot more time with the pollen than I had. Another round wasn't something I wanted to contemplate. The man above me stroked my cheek, behind my ear, down to my jaw. I looked up and for the first time noticed how the pollen was clinging to his hair, how his tunic and the straps of his pack were lightly dusted.

Maybe that was the key. Maybe if I could get the pollen all washed off, then the effects would wear off faster. It'd helped with my aphrodisiac powder; surely if I hadn't stripped and cleaned immediately, that would've been a much worse situation.* So how could I get them all cleaned off when clearly, if the sounds of wet stroking coming from either side of me were any indication, they were deep in their state of lust.

The tub back at my cottage was out of the question. There's no way we could make it that far. Even if we could, they could only use it one at a time anyway. There had to be a closer body of water. The pond was still several miles away, even if the wood didn't try to turn us around in the interim.

I worked the head of the cock with my tongue, laving it gently and swirling to get every angle. He was so swollen, the skin pulled tight and smooth, and I could tell he was going to lose it soon. I took him down to the very back of my throat, swallowing around the head against my gag reflex and moaning long and low.

He let out a gasp, nearly choking, and I felt my mouth flooded with warm sticky spunk. I swallowed and swallowed until nothing more came. Then I spit once in the grass at my side to clear my throat, and jumped to my feet.

I dodged as the lord tried to grab my arm and bolted back in the direction I'd come from. The creek was there, beside the deer path I'd been following. It wasn't very deep, probably only about waist-high, but that was enough to give three men a dunking. I focused only on running, blocking out the instinctual feeling of panic that rose from the sounds of being pursued.

I could see my pack, lying on the ground in the tall grass, and I knew we would make it. My confidence translated into a flying leap over my pack, I hit the ground running and was immediately tackled from behind. We rolled over one another down the bank of the creek. Rough hands gripped me tightly as we grappled, legs tangled and careening toward the water.

When we hit, he was underneath me. The water rushed over us for a moment before those hands were pulling at me again, hauling me up out of the water. There was a fist gripping each forearm, and the man had them up over my head, dangling me like a drowned cat. It was the second guard, the one who'd lunged to kiss me, the one I'd just sucked off.

We were both soaked, my chemise gone sheer with the wet, hair dripping into our faces. Our chests were heaving, but the fever seemed to have been doused with the coolness of the water. His eyes were still intense, scrutinizing, but also slightly confused.

There was splashing nearby, we both turned to see the lord and the other guard making their way into the creek. They both had eyes riveted to me, hungry and feral, dicks hanging heavy between their thighs. I struggled to regain my arms, and the man holding me quickly released me, stepping in front of me to confront the other two.

"What's going on?" He swiped the water from his face, looked between me and his companions.

I ignored him, ducking under his protective arm and making a bee line toward the lord. I couldn't get much speed, but when I reached him I threw my weight at him. Hands on his shoulders I lifted my knees to plant them on his chest; staggering him and riding him down into the water.

Once he'd gone under, I felt arm wrap around my torso, hauling me up and back. I flailed, kicking and twisting to try to get the last man off balance. That firm chest was behind me again, and I could see the lord spluttering upright, the other guard helping him to his feet. They both eyed me warily as I struggled.

"What is the meaning of all this? What is going on? Who is she?" The lord was entitled and indignant.

The wet guard moved forward, gripping each of my ankles. The man behind me started to slip his cock into my cunt. It felt good despite the tenderness of my swollen flesh, but I huffed in irritation all the same.

The lord and the other guard were clearly shocked, watching him enter me with no preamble. My arms were trapped at my sides now, massive biceps and forearms holding me tight, my whole body moved up and down at a pace to bring him his pleasure. They watched my face, then the face of their man, then where my pussy was slurping and dripping as he worked himself into a frenzy.

"Don't-ah!-fuck-don't help him! Help me!" I tried to kick again, and my legs were released.

The guard then stepped around beside his comrade, trying to pry his arms from me. He was promptly thrown off.

"Get-" I could hardly breathe, the arms banding around me so tight, breath punched out of me with every thrust. "Get-him-in the-water!" I finally gasped out.

"Alright, ok, I can do that." The man behind me jerked backward, one arm released me, then we went down.

The remaining arm loosened and I clawed my way to the surface, scrambling to the bank and hauling myself up on the grass to catch my breath.

I ignored the men as they helped each other up, looked each other over, buttoned themselves back up. When I could feel my fingers and toes again, and take a breath without any ache in my chest, I looked up. They were all properly dressed, and seemed to have rational thought, but there were bulges in all of their breeches.

All three of the men were eyeing me warily.

"What do you remember?" I finally croaked.

They exchanged a glance. "White trees?" The guard who'd been behind me this whole time spoke. He was squat and square, with massive arms and chest, but not a lot of height.

"Uh, I remember feeling very hot." The other guard, much taller and quite scruffy.

"Where is my lady?" The lord looked quite proper with his clothes buttoned up, despite his wet hair.

I sighed heavily. I had forgotten about the others. I doubted I could save them at this point. They'd been inhaling pollen latent air for the better part of the afternoon, even a quick wash wouldn't cool them off. If they weren't already dead of exhaustion or dehydration, we couldn't very well get close enough to bring them out anyway.

"What are you doing in these woods?" I responded instead of answering.

"A shortcut, rather than going through the mountain pass. We're in a hurry." The squat guard answered.

I was quiet for a long time. The three of them joined me on the bank.

"There are dangers in these woods." I finally said. "Your lady, and the rest of your party, are lost to you." I stood and wrung out my chemise, then my hair.

I wasn't unaware of the eyes on me, the way they were still leaning toward me, but they seemed to have control over their reactions now. I turned to head back up the bank toward my pack and my clothes, and also to hide my smirk at the wet spots forming at the tips of all those bulges.

I stripped my wet chemise and put my bodice and skirt on over my bare skin. It wasn't the best, but it was better than dressing over wet underclothes. I couldn't wait to get home and take off my wet stockings and shoes. I shouldered my pack and looked to the three travelers.

They were all watching the copse of trees, I stepped up beside them. The lord had a stricken look on his face, the other two looked grim. The bodies in the trees were harder to make out. They had moved to the ground, one of the men on his back, with the lady lying on top of him, the third man draped over her back. They were all coated in white pollen, and only had enough energy to writhe together like that.

"We have to go get them." The taller guard finally whispered.

"Sure. If you want to end up stuck in there too." I knew it was callous, but I'd never been very empathetic.

"You have to do something! Get them out of there, this moment!" The lord's face was crimson, eyes shiny with tears, chest puffed up to intimidate me into compliance.

"Sir, I cannot. Even if I could bring them out this moment, they are already dead. There is nothing in these woods that one should trifle with. Even a merry jaunt can become your end if you are foolish enough to fall victim to its beauties." I turned my back on them and returned to the deer path. I began to retrace my route to my cottage.

"Wait! How do we get out of here?" It was the guard again.

I stopped, turned to regard him. He shifted under my gaze. I was trying to decide his worth, and I was sure he could tell.

"I haven't a clue." I finally said. "I'm merely the witch. I couldn't lead you out of here, even if I wanted to. You will probably never be heard from again."

I could very easily take them to my house. I could feed them and give them shelter. They could service me in return. But then what? They live with me forever? No. They would be taken by the wood, one way or another. Only the creatures of the wood could live in the wood. Everyone else was an interloper. Or they were the witch.

"Then why did you save us, if we're just to die here?" The lord was a wreck, his face contorted into a mask of grief and anger.

"I didn't say you'd die. Just that you'd never be heard from again." I shrugged, adjusting my pack at the same time.

Without another word I turned and continued away from them. For a while I heard their footsteps behind me, the swish of the tall grass as they passed. But then all fell silent, and I knew the wood had diverted them somewhere else. The odds of seeing them alive again were slim to none. That was why this post was a punishment.

A great melancholy fell over me. Who knew how long I'd have to live like this. Alone until I found someone lost, injured, in need of help; only to have them go missing when I deigned to care for them and grow attached. And finding the skeletons later always made it so much worse than not knowing where they'd gone at all. I'd probably live another hundred years at least. It would be a lonely century. Which, I suppose, was the point.

At least now I had some nice memories to keep me warm, even with a wooden phallus. The rest of my walk took no time at all with all those delightful memories of being so recently full and dripping dancing around in my head. I didn't realize I was grinning until my cheeks began to ache.

*Please refer to Kinktober 2020 - Day 05; Edging/Orgasm Control