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Leaves crunched underfoot, and twigs snapped as a man made his way through the forest. He held a piece of parchment in one hand, following the map drawn on it to the heart of the wood. Most adventurers might have taken a party along, but the Warrior of Light saw no need to bother anyone else for this. He could deal with a morbol - even a strange one, by the description - himself just fine.
As he approached what had been reported as possibly being the creature's den, the miqo'te's footsteps grew lighter. If he could keep the element of surprise, this would be dealt with all the quicker.
He emerged into an empty clearing, looking about as he crouched to lower his profile. It truly looked to be empty, and he approached a temped down pile of grass and other vegetation. A nest of sorts? Why would a morbol need a nest? It had some sort of fluid that was half dried dripped about it. Assuming it was sap, he reached a finger out, touching it to see how fresh it might be.
It was sticky, yet also slick, his fingers sliding across each other easily, but needing a fair amount of effort to separate. Curiously, there was no stench of morbol about the place. And indeed when he brought his fingers up to cautiously sniff the sap, it wasn't offensive. One might even describe it as pleasant, or sweet, or… Enticing?
No, that was the wrong word. He was simply bored and his mind was wandering to places it ought not while he was on a mission. He slowly scanned the clearing for any other traces of his quarry as he wiped the sap on his trousers, determined to ignore the growing need he was feeling. There'd be plenty of time for sating desires later, he told himself.
He bent down, combing through the grass for any other traces of the creature. All the while, his ears swiveled about, staying on alert for any sound that could signal its return to its lair. Strewn about the clearing, haphazardly covered with leaves, were torn bits of fabric from what could only be clothing. Was it saving these for nest materials? Anyone he spoke to that said they'd seen the creature didn't say anything about it wearing clothes. Indeed, they seemed hesitant to describe it at all apart from the initial description of it resembling a morbol. Most left in a hurry at the very mention of it, their faces red. He wasn't sure what they had to be angry about though, as surely they'd want to be rid of something like that lurking so near their village.
He noticed the forest had gone silent. The birds and crickets were quiet. Something was coming. He straightened up, hand on his weapon as he went on alert.
What emerged from the treeline could, if one was being generous, be described as resembling a morbol. The vine-like tendrils supporting its body and serving as limbs besides, glistened in the light of the clearing as it walked - or rather glided, or even slithered - towards him. The vines not being used to propel itself dripped with the sap that he'd found. As his eyes took in the creature, it gave him a toothy grin, a slimy tongue poking out to lick its lips. Its eyes bored into his soul, a glowing orange that did nothing to mask its predatory gaze. It was definitely a voidsent, though not one he'd seen before.
Looking upon it, he began to understand why people were hesitant to describe it. The undulating vines dripping with sap were almost indecent to watch as it continued towards him. The tongue too easily spurred on thoughts of what it could do to him. He swallowed a lump in his throat, vaguely noticing the scent that came off the creature. It compelled him to stay in place, even as his past experience screamed at him to fight it. He shook his head, starting to draw his weapon.
A thick vine burst out of the ground beside him, wrapping about his arm tightly, forcing him to drop it. Fuck. Before he could try to reach down with his other hand, another vine had that wrist in its grasp as well. He bared his teeth, tail thrashing as he tried to kick at the vines, only for his legs to be bound as well. He was now suspended off the ground, and entirely at the creature's mercy.
It came close, looming over him, and dangled one of its vines over his mouth, dripping its sap into it. He didn't want to like it. But gods, it was heavenly. It was warm, and left a pleasant tingling in his mouth. He found himself opening his mouth wide to ask for more. It lowered the vine more as it obliged him, and he eagerly stretched up to lick the nectar from it.
The tingling spread from his tongue to the rest of his body, igniting the desire that had slowly been building in him from the moment he'd touched the sap in the creature's nest. He moaned, taking the vine into his mouth to suck on it, his ears flicking with each swallow.
Now relaxed in the vines' restraints, the creature found ways under his clothes. Every gap between the edge of the fabric and his skin was taken advantage of. Buttons popped off, and the clothes began to rip apart at the seams and where they were already well-worn from use.
Left in his smallclothes, he watched as it tilted his head, observing him squirm as the air hit his now bare skin, sticky trails of its sap clinging to him. The vine he had eagerly been sucking on pulled away, and the sound he let out at the loss brought a small measure of shame to his cheeks. But desire won out. He stared, anticipation for what it could or would do next eating at him. How long would it toy with him before relieving the need it had so rudely awakened in him?
"Fuck, just do it already..!"
He could swear it laughed at him, as it mercifully tore off his smallclothes. His cock, now free of confinement, twitched even as he struggled against the monster's hold again. It quickly tightened its hold on his limbs, the only one free being his tail as it lashed back and forth. It watched him again, seeming to wait for him to settle down once more. For once he did, it opened its jaw wide and licked up his body, from his cock up his torso, slow enough to have him trying to thrust into it, moaning for more. It gave him one more lick before withdrawing its mouth.
He whined a complaint before it dangled another vine in front of his face. It could have been his imagination, but the vines seemed to be more covered in the sap now, shining with the slickness of it. He tried to stretch his neck up to lick at it, a few drops falling graciously onto his waiting tongue. But it kept the vine just out of reach, and as he was getting more frustrated, it brought the appendage lower. He watched it, going still as he realized where it was going a moment before it prodded at his ass.
He shook slightly, a plea stuck in his throat unsaid. Even if he asked the monster to be gentle, would it oblige? And moreover, would he actually want it to? A much thinner vine came from the creature to wrap around his cock, squeezing and stroking as the one under him finally found its way in. The sap had it slipping in easily, as if his body welcomed the intruder. He could feel the slime of it dripping out from around it as it thrust deep inside him. With that, he had his answer. If anything, it could stand to be a bit more rough with him, but something told him it was only getting started.
The vine thrust inside him, trying different angles and watching his reactions. When he'd moan, trying to press himself down on it - which the vines restraining his arms and legs easily prevented - the vine pressed more in the direction that caused it. Before long, it had a rhythm that made him a quivering mess, panting, writhing against the monster's grasp. He should have wanted to escape, but the only thing on his mind was how close he was getting to cumming. If it would just give him another good thrust…
And it stopped, withdrawing the vine from inside him and loosening its grip on his straining cock.
"Wha… Why'd you stop?!" His face was stained red with arousal and the shame of how empty he felt now without the vine. And it laughed at him again. He fought against the restraints. "Gods help you, if don't fuck me, I'll get free, chop it off, and do it myself!"
It blinked, seeming to be amused with his outburst, especially as he made no progress in breaking its hold. It let him struggle a moment more before another thin tendril - roughly half as thin as his little finger - stretched out to run over his cock. It didn't wrap around it though, but only circled his tip with the end of it, as the other vine that loosened on him tightened its grip again. It held his cock still, not stroking, nor squeezing, nor… anything other than hold it. His eyes went wide as he watched the the smaller vines poke curiously into his cock. He could feel it going deeper in before it started to slowly thrust there, stroking his cock from the inside. If not for the sap's effect on him, he'd suspect it would hurt, but now it was slowly building his pleasure again. He found himself trying to thrust against it, sending it deeper as he moaned out for the (hopefully) empty forest to hear. His head lolled to the side, eyes drifting shut to drink in the sensation.
Another tendril snuck its way in, and his eyes snapped open, watching it with a mixture of horror and anticipation. It stretched him enough to wind its way in alongside the first, and two alternated between moving together and separately, falling into a rhythm that had him whining as he neared his release again.
"Please… Just let me…" he panted.
Once again, the creature ceased its ministrations, leaving another hole achingly empty. Though perhaps it was feeling merciful, as it prodded a vine at his mouth again, which he gratefully took. The sap renewed the all too pleasant tingling throughout his body, as his ears flicked with each swallow of it. He closed his eyes as his tongue ran over the vine in his mouth, finding he could coax more out of it that way.
Suddenly the vines holding his legs splayed him out wider, before his ass was plunged into again. Either this one was bigger, or… No. Concentrating on the feeling, it was two, working in tandem. The sound of them reached his ears, and his already flushed face reddened even more.
He wanted to beg for it to finally let him finish, when a new vine approached his cock. This one had a sort of bulb on the end. His heart leaped in fear, thinking it was going to try to go inside, before it opened up into a smaller version of the monster's mouth, four petals unfurling and a tongue moving to lick the precum and sap from its prize. It then latched around him, sucking forcefully.
The vine occupying his mouth spasmed as it let out a burst of more sap. He tried to swallow it all, only for some to spill out as it retreated. The two vines fucking him redoubled their efforts, thrusting with purpose, or so he hoped, as he writhed against his binds as the edge of pleasure built.
But this time, it didn't stop. The creature's tongue licked up his body, as he shook, finally spilling his seed into the vine latched around his cock. It drank as much as he gave, and more, as he felt some of his aether being drained along with his cock.
He couldn't bring himself to care though, as he finally relaxed in the vines' hold, fully spent. It unceremoniously dropped him to the forest floor, after one final thrust of its vines in him. He crumpled on the ground, blearily watching as it left calmly. Though it did have what one could guess was a spring in its step.
He laid there for some time, regaining his strength, until he could stumble to his feet. Leaves stuck to his body thanks to the sap, and he shuffled around the clearing, looking for anything that might have survived the assault. Finding nothing worth bringing back, he started off toward the village, tail between his legs, and an ache that wouldn't soon be soothed.
By the time he made it to the edge of the settlement, the sun was setting, and he simply wanted to sleep. As he approached, he vaguely recognized a man standing there, watching the tree line. He was one that had been reticent to tell him of the 'morbol' he'd come to slay, and once he spotted the miqo'te's figure approaching, he waved him over.
"So… You found it then. Or rather, it found you?"
He nodded, his face reddening again, not trusting his tongue to speak yet.
"Did you… Did you kill it..?" The other man asked, apprehensively shifting his weight.
"I… No. It… Got away." His tail flicked nervously.
The man sighed, almost seeming relieved. His eyes noticed the leaves stuck to him and the streaks of sap besides. His tongue poked out to lick his lip as he leaned down, lowering his voice. "You still have its sap on you… What say you come to my place and I help you with that?"
He blinked, "What?" Turning his head slightly, he watched as the man ran a finger across his skin to collect some of the sap and eagerly bring it up to his mouth to suck it off, a low moan punctuating the act.
Oh.
Oh.
He deliberated the choice for a moment before he found himself nodding, agreeing. "I do need to get cleaned up. And if you'd be so kind as to get all of it off me, who am I to refuse?"
He followed the man to his home, thankful that he seemed to live alone. A grin crept onto his face at the prospect of watching him become the quivering mess he himself was not a few bells past.