Mighty Erectus

Upon hearing her name cross his lips, she came undone. Waves of pleasure spread like wildfire across her body. It was a climax unlike any other she had experienced. It was filled with warmth and joy. It was the end of a long journey and laying aside one's burden. Most could only describe it as the feeling of coming home.

As she lay there crying, Erectus slipped from her, not having spent himself inside of her. This was not the time for that. Instead, he held her in his arms, rocking her back and forth as she sobbed. Though his vengeance for the Sorceress was great, he knew that helping another took precedence. Besides, with Everlie as a guide, it would prove to be a great boon for any test that lay ahead.

Chapter 3: With a Firm Hand

After pouring out her pain for a while, Everlie's sobs turned silent. It was clear that her pain came from a much deeper place than Erectus realized. To further ease her mind, he opened up and told her about himself.

As a young boy, he idolized his father and strove to be just like him. This is why he left his village to train with the monks of the Firm Hand. Along with martial training, they had given his father the knowledge to heal.

The order believed in three guiding principles. The slapping hand taught that force is appropriate at times, however the hand should be opened to avoid needless force. The up-raised palm explained that an individual should never be afraid to give or receive help. This is how we are able to know one another. And the final principle is the pushing hand. It teaches that we are our best when we push both ourselves and others to strive for more.

Everlie was now quiet, her attention intent on his words. With her right side pressed against his chest, it left her left hand free to caress his stomach. She was not looking at him as he spoke. Her head was bent into him. As he finished explaining the tenants of his order, her hand dropped to his cock and she peered up at him in confusion.

"If you are supposed to push yourself. Why didn't you finish?" Her touch was light as it played across his shaft.

His eyes lit up happy that she considered his words. "When I or anyone of my order push, it is not to push myself above others. We strive to push all, so that all benefit in our own way."

She bit her lip pondering this. "But I found release. Doesn't that put me beyond you?"

He nodded, "If what we needed was the same. However, I need my strength for what lies ahead, while you needed to be cared for. For I haven't finished my tale."

She lowered her gaze and froze, realizing she had been stroking his member the entire time. As if reading her thoughts, he reached up and brushed her hair.

"It's fine. The intimacy is nice. Feel free to examine my body." This made her even more self-conscious for her motions felt stiff and awkward, but Erectus decided to ignore this and continued. "When my training came to an end, I returned home to find devastation."

"Devastation?" Everlie's head snapped up, concern in her eyes.

He took a deep breath and gave a slow nod. "Indeed. Nearly every adult in my village had been taken by the Sorceress. All that remain were the young and the elderly. And only a few in-between those groups. Like myself, they had been away from the village when she had come." Erectus could tell Everlie had similar thoughts. The tension of her muscles was quite evident as was the grip she had on his dick. When he paused, inviting her to speak, she took a moment, but let it pass forcing herself to relax. Curious, he decided to ask, "Was your story of how you got here similar?"

She jostled her head in a noncommittal way. "Sort of." Several heartbeats went by before she spoke again. "My sister and I had lost her parents. It was after their death that the Sorceress entered our lives. We were probably the first, truth be told."

"That is awful," Erectus exclaimed.

Everlie shrugged. "It's not too bad. I'm not used like the others the Sorceress captures."

He gestured at the vines around them. "I take it you're one of the only ones to collect the sap?" She nodded, then he pressed, "And your sister?"

Her voice was a whisper, "The Sorceress has done much worse to her." Silence filled the chamber at this last statement.

Looking about, he attempted to find another avenue of conversation and finally settled on, "I suppose I can't really put my clothes back on while covered in this sap, can I?"

"Oh! I'm so sorry." Like a shot, Everlie got to her feet and moved right by the male plant that had caused them so much grief. She was only gone from sight for a moment when she returned with a towel. "Here, you can wipe off with this and get dressed."

Taking the cloth from her, he rubbed at his face and then proceeding with other parts of his body. Surprised not to see her with her own towel, he asked, "Is this the only towel?" He held it out to her.

She had been staring at him with a lopsided grin. However, his actions shocked her out of her musings. Shaking her head, she replied, "Oh no, there's plenty of towels." Her face turned red and she stammered, "I was just lost in thought is all." Scrambling to change the subject, she grabbed one of the empty glass vials attached to her belt and held it up. "Besides, I have to finish filling these. Please, get dressed."

It didn't take him long to clean off the remaining substance and equip himself once more. Beyond his sandals, weapon harness and loin cloth, the only other garment he wore was a thong that held his nether region securely under the cloth. This meant he had plenty of time to admire Everlie's lush backside as she busied herself with the plants.

When she stoppered the last container, she blushed again noticing where his eyes had been lingering. Fortunately, a thought intruded upon her and she inquired, "If you follow the way of the Firm Hand, why do you have a weapon?"

With a smooth practiced motion, he reached back and unsheathed his blade. It was unusual in shape. The hilt resembled a normal sword, but the blade itself flared out dramatically. The end result looked like a metal paddle.

Gesturing to the widest part of the metal, he explained, "This is a flat blade. It's true that the edges are still sharp, but we're trained to hit with the flat of the blade." He demonstrated.

Everlie stepped back as a powerful gust of wind blew her hair back.

"This is, of course, a lot harder way to fight since the air resists the sword moving in this manner." He grinned and put the sword away and pointed to his muscular physique. "That is why those of my order have such pronounce musculatures."

Her eyes admired the man then went wide. "You mean your bodies are so strong so that you can compensate for fighting poorly?"

He chuckled, "I guess that's one way to put it. But really, it's to follow the first principle. You can't show restraint if you have no power to hold back." He waved his hand in a noncommittal fashion. "Honestly, I just think they needed a reason to prevent their practitioners from getting out of shape."

She nodded and smiled at this, then went still. "I suppose that means you're here to stop the Sorceress and I should lead the way."

He cocked his head to one side. "I admit the thought had crossed my mind."

Her countenance grew worried. It touched him that she was afraid he might get hurt. But the expression passed. She stood tall, squared her shoulders, and gave a sharp nod. "Very well, I'll help."

Erectus didn't want to mention the jiggle of her breasts slightly undermined her serious tone. But to his delight, she spun on her heel and marched deeper into the building. The sway of her hips provided an enticing incentive for him to keep up.

Beyond the venis seed weeds was a twisting maze of hallways.

As they trekked through the stone hallways, Everlie informed him, "The male venis seed weed is meant to be a guardian to catch any intruders." She made a sharp turn and led him up some stairs to the next level. "The doors off many of these hallways are also trapped with unpleasant spells."

The second floor was more straight forward than the first. In fact, it had a main hallway with very few diversions. At the end of which was a monumental room and beyond it was a stairway going up.

Erectus was pulled up short when Everlie's hand shot out stopping him from moving forward. She then pointed to the room ahead. "On this floor, that is the trap. There are so many traps in that room that it would leave you a gibbering mess for the Sorceress to do with as she pleased." She stepped to one side towards a large hanging tapestry. The needlework was exquisite, all done in soft pinks, tans, and other earth tones.

Stepping close, Erectus finally made out the image. It was an orgy on such a massive scale that his mind refused to comprehend it. His mind was saved when she pulled the tapestry away from the wall, revealing a small wooden door behind it. Opening it, she stepped inside letting him choose to follow or continue ogling the fabric. He chose the former and was plunged into darkness.

Perhaps he had been too fixated on Everlie's ass to realize that the hallways had been better lit. But this room was illuminated just like the one with the vines. And just like the vines, this room was humid like a tropical environment.

Due to the poor light, he had moved much slower. Even still, he nearly trampled over his guide since she was standing stalk still. Despite being taller than her by a good head, it took several more moments for his eyes to adjust. But when they did, he knew why she was afraid.

The room was, more or less, a wide hallway. To each side were enormous mushrooms. Their fleshy caps were pale pink. Each had a distinct crevice running down the length of their cap effectively splitting them into two distinct lobes.

"Those are..." he trailed off.

Everlie nodded, "Yes, Buttocki mushrooms and they are primed."

Among his studies, Erectus had learned about Buttocki shrooms. They lived in colonies which were connected through one huge fungal root system. So, when one was primed, that meant all were primed.

The shrooms had a curious defense and feeding system. As prey crossed them, they would begin to gyrate and shake. Now, you could smack the cap of the shroom to shock it out of this state. As a result, it would turn a rosy pink color, indicating it was no longer dangerous. However, this was typically a way to distract.

As the shrooms shook, they caused a chemical reaction to build up. Once sufficiently agitated, it would release a gas from a central hole located somewhere in their top crease.

The gas they released was both intoxicating and caused paralysis. Eventually their victim would fall among the shrooms and the composting would begin.

Peering past the columns of fungi, Erectus could just make out a dark shape at the end. He pointed, "Is that the way out?

"Sort of," Everlie hedged. "That is a Badonkadonk. The exit is behind it."

A badonkadonk was a different story. It had a more symbiotic relationship with other fungal colonies. It acted very similar to the Buttocki variety with one major difference. It didn't settle down with slaps. That's not to say there wasn't a way to deal with the thing. It's just Erectus had never put the theory he had come up with to the test. After all, only a crazy person would want to risk getting up close and personal with a Badonkadonk.

Turning to Everlie, he asked, "How do you normally use this path?"

As an answer, she pointed up at the ceiling. Peering in that direction, he could make out what appeared to be a complex system of hanging oars.

"I usually use the paddles to slap the Buttocki shrooms until they're pink. It usually doesn't take me long to collect the sap and return. But I think the vines held me much longer than I realized."

Turning his head from left and right, he tried to see the controls for the contraption, but she shook her head.

"You won't find them. The controls are on the other side." Her shoulders slumped.

Erectus's brow furrowed. "How would you handle this situation if I weren't here?"

She blew out a breath moving some hair that fell across her face. "I'd take one step into the trapped hallway. The first spell there isn't really dangerous, it just lets the Sorceress know someone is there. Then, I'd wait until she got me." She held up her hands in defeat.

"I see." His words were hard and flat. Stepping around the woman, he began making a mental count of every Buttocki he saw. At the same time, he reached beneath his loin cloth and unfastened his thong. He then tucked the garment inside his weapon harness. Reaching back, he brought forth his blade.

"You can't just cut your way through those. Their skins are too tough." Everlie gasped. "You'd only get through a few before the fumes would have you."

Finishing his count, he nodded. "That's why I'll be doing something else." Spinning to her, he asked, desperation evident in his words, "If I go in there, will you help me?"

"I... I'm not sure. What will you do?"

"I will show you just how the Firm Hand fights. I plan to smack all of those Buttocki shrooms."

Her eyes darted between him and the fungus that lay behind him. "What about the Badonkadonk?"

Smiling, he winked, "Leave that to me. I know how to deal with it."

Her look was uncertain, but seeing the resolve he showed her courage grew. "Okay, what do you need me to do?"

His smile turned wolfish, then he turned back to the shrooms. "I'll need you to slap any I might miss or slap any that look a little too pale." And with that he charged.

Pivoting on one foot, he spun before the first couple of mushrooms in order to build momentum. Skipping the flat of his blade like a stone over water, he managed to slap two on the left and then two on his right. A pink blush immediately became visible upon the quivering mounds atop each cap he struck.

Side stepping to the right, he shot out a hand to slap the shroom on that side while his other arm followed through with a slight angle change to come down on the one on the left with a resounding, "Thwack!"

He knew there was still about twenty more to go before he reached the Badonkadonk. The next two pairs he turned his weapon vertical to make a fishtail series of blows, since their creamy flesh was turned more towards him. Part of his brain registered that the Buttocki shrooms were starting to move on their own accord. Once they got to a full twerk it would be too late.

For Everlie's part, she ran behind the whirling dervish that was Erectus. The constant meaty sounds of each contact rang out in the small space. She crouched low to see under the most exposed and very pink larger caps. It was well that she did since she spied a moderate sized Buttocki that had gone completely untouched.

Its motions were mesmerizing as it swayed from side to side, accentuating its curvaceous form. Clearing her head, she struck out three times in quick succession leaving her handprint on the cap.

She watched as each of her prints blossomed, spreading to its entire surface. Then she heard a terrible sound. The stone rang out as Erectus's blade clattered to the floor.

Snapping her focus to the end of the room, the large man had made it to the Badonkadonk. Peering around, every mushroom was rosy in color. The few that weren't had a spreading handprint covering their surfaces.

Unlike the Buttocki, the Badonkadonk did not need to shake to activate its noxious fumes. Instead, it swelled in size, gathering the air about it in order to excrete its reservoir.

While she watched, the man was lifting his loin cloth and bending the gigantic fungus to his crotch. "Erectus! What are...?"

As she asked this, he sunk his mighty length inside the Badonkadonk's hole. To his dismay, the thing was still increasing in size. Reaching to either side, he grasped the fleshy mounds of the cap so that he had better leverage and prayed his hunch was right. Flexing his thighs, he began thrusting into the shroom. Sparing a brief thought for Everlie, he called out, "Did you get any I missed?"

"I found one," she replied. Trusting that she could ask him later just what he was doing, she went back to work and was fortunate to catch two small ones that were missed.

By the time she was done, Erectus had now reached a truly frightening pace. The slapping of his legs against the cap would have been enough to incapacitate any of the Buttocki shrooms. Sweat poured from the man as he grunted with effort. And, for the first time, Everlie was a little glad he had held back earlier.

Drawing near, she had a good look at him in action. His loin cloth had ridden up, so she marveled as his back and buttocks flexed with every thrust.

Erectus, in the meantime, noted just how tight the Badonkadonk gripped his cock. And to his utter relief, the thing had stopped swelling in size. "Come on. I'm fucking the shit out of you. Give up already," he panted. He did not want to spill himself in this thing, since he had no idea what that might trigger, but the texture of the hole was hard to ignore.

Everlie was feeling a distinct tingle in her lower region. She was even feeling a bit jealous of the shroom. Reaching up, she massaged one breast, noting how hard her nipple was. Teasing her sensitive bud, she absent-mindedly began petting then groping a nearby Buttocki.

Her breathing became heavy and she started squeezing her thighs together sensing a dewy moisture build at her core. The hand that had been fondling the mushroom was now plunging a finger in and out of its hole in time with the statuesque man's motions.

Just as she felt on the brink of a climax, Erectus released the Badonkadonk and extricated his length from it. He nearly fell back into her.

This cleared her head and sadly made her almost orgasm retreat. Pulling her hand away from breast and fungus alike, she braced his back to help steady him.

"Thank you," he rasped. "Good news, we're not dead."

For the first time, she realized the mahogany-colored behemoth of a shroom was now back to its normal size. "What did you do?" She had never seen it do that before. Once it inflated, the only thing that ever reduced its size was the expelling of its poison.

"When I left my home of Slong to train with the Order of the Firm Hand, I passed through Dildoa." He gestured at the dark brown mushroom. "That's where they are from, as you know."

She nodded. "Yes, but I haven't heard of anyone from Dildoa do that. They just plug the holes then cut the mushrooms in order to dispose of them."

Erectus gulped in another breath and agreed with a nod of his head. "Yeah, and they got that idea from a bird that lives in the region called a Pecker Cock."

"A bird? I don't know of any that are tool users."

He snorted and shook his head. "No, their beaks are... well, shaped like my prick, if I'm to be honest. They're the only creature known to live in harmony with these things." He gave the cap a soft pat.

"How do they do that?" she asked. After all, what the Dildoians did and what this man had just done were two totally different things.

"When a Pecker Cock lands on the shroom it dives its beak into the hole. That stops it from going off. So the people from the region tried to duplicate this by jamming a pole into a Badonkadonk from a distance."

"What happened?"

He shrugged, "Nothing much. The Badonkadonk still expelled fumes, but at a much slower rate. That's when they had the idea to create plugs that were designed to seal more tightly. As a cultural twist, they even carve the plugs to resemble the beaks that inspired them."

Everlie shifted, imagining what else one could do with a Dildoian plug. But that was swept away with a thought. "But you didn't stay inside it," she pointed out.

"No, that's because I copied the bird's method." His grin was broad.