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Encounter: Forest Satyr (P#0013)

As you wander through the woods, you find yourself straying into yet another corrupt glade. However, this time the perverse grove isn’t unoccupied; loud bleatings and brayings of pleasure split the air, and as you push past a bush covered in dripping, glans-shaped berries, you spot the source.

A humanoid figure with a set of goat-like horns and legs - a satyr - is currently buried balls-deep in one of the vagina-flowers that scatter the grove, whooping in delight as he hungrily pounds into its ravenously sucking depths. He stops on occasion to turn and take a slobbering suckle from a nearby breast-like growth; evidently, he doesn’t care that he’s stuck there until the flower’s done with him.

You can see his goat tail flitting happily above his tight, squeezable asscheeks, the loincloth discarded beside him failing to obscure his black cherry, ripe for the picking. Do you take advantage of his distraction and ravage his ass while he’s helpless?

For a moment you hesitate... taking someone from behind without their consent seems wrong... but then again you doubt a satyr would pass on the opportunity if you were in his position. You silently strip your practically indecent steel armor and sneak towards the distracted satyr; stopping a few feet away, you stroke your shaft, urging it to full erection and coaxing a few beads of pre, which you smear along your cock-head. With no warning, you lunge forward, grabbing and pulling his hips towards your prick and shoving as much of yourself inside his tight ass as you can.

The satyr lets out a startled yelp, struggling against you, but between his awkward position and the mutant flower ravenously sucking on his sizable cock, he’s helpless.

You slap his butt with a open palm, leaving a clear mark on his taut behind. He bleats, bucking wildly, but this serves only to slam his butt into your crotch until the flower hungrily sucks him back, sliding him off your prick. You smile as a wicked idea hits you; you hit his ass again and again, making him buck into your throbbing cock, while the flower keeps pulling him back inside; effectively making the satyr fuck himself.

Eventually, his bleating and screaming start to annoy you, so you silence him by grabbing at his horns and shoving his head to the side, into one of the breast-like growths nearby. The satyr unthinkingly latches onto the floral nipple and starts to suckle, quieting him as you hoped. You’re not sure why, but he starts to voluntarily buck back and forth between you and the flower; maybe he’s getting into the spirit of things, or maybe the vegetal teat he’s pulling on has introduced an aphrodisiac chemical after so many violent attempts to pull out of the kindred flower.

You resolve not to think about it right now and just enjoy pounding the satyr’s ass. With his bucking you’re able to thrust even farther into his tight puckered cherry, stretching it to fit your cock like a condom. Your groin throbs, your balls churn, and you grunt as you feel the first shots of cum flowing along your ample prick, only to pour out into the satyr’s abused ass; you continue pounding him even as you climax, causing rivulets of cum to run down his cheeks and legs.

Still slurping obscenely on the fake breast, the satyr groans and murmurs; you’re not sure how much of a role the sap he’s swallowing or the cunt-flower on his cock is playing, but it looks like he’s actually enjoying himself now. As much as you’d love to fill his belly so full of spunk he’d look pregnant, you just can’t muster any more, and pull out with a sigh.

The satyr is too absorbed in his own fucking of the plant-pussy, and his nursing of the tree boob to bewail your absence.

You can’t help but smile inwardly at the helpless goatman’s eagerness, and decide to stick around and watch him a little longer. It’s not everyday you see a creature like him at your mercy. Every once in awhile you egg him on with a fresh slapping of his butt. The satyr grumbles and huffs, but continues to thrust and rut mindlessly into the vegetative pussy feeding on his cock. You don’t think it’ll be long before he cums...

As you watch the lewd display, you feel your arousal building and your cock growing back into full mast. Figuring you already have a willing slut readily available, you consider using him to relieve yourself once more... What do you do?

There’s no harm in using the helpless goat once more... This time though, you decide you’ll use his mouth. With a yank on his horns, you forcefully dislodge him from the breast-plant and force him to his knees, turning his head towards you; he doesn’t put up much resistance and when you present your erect shaft to him, he licks his lips in excitement and latches onto your ample cock.

His mouth is exquisite; it feels slippery and warm and his lips are soft while his tongue wriggles about your shaft, trying to embrace and massage it. He gloms onto your manhood with eager hunger, desperate to ravish you with his mouth. Quivers of pleasure ripple and shudder through his body as he slobbers and gulps - and no wonder! From the remnants of sap still in his mouth, you can feel currents of arousal tingling down your cock; if he’s been drinking it straight, his mouth must be as sensitive as a cunt from the effects of this stuff.

Having had your first orgasm mere minutes ago, you don’t last long. Within a few moments of his beginning you flood his mouth with a second load of cum, pulling out to paint his face with the last couple jets.

With a great, garbled cry, the satyr cums on his own, gurgling through the sap-tinted cum drooling from his mouth as he spews into the waiting opening of his rapacious plant lover. It swells and bloats as it gorges itself on his thick, stinking seed, stretching its stem until it is almost spherical, finally releasing him to collapse on his knees, free at last of the plant’s grip. He moans and bleats softly, leaking cummy sap from his chin onto his hairy chest, too overwhelmed by the combined fucking of yourself and the flower and too poisoned by whatever aphrodisiac he’s been slurping on to move.

You give your sensitive member a few trembling, almost-painful strokes... maybe you overdid it a bit. Shrugging, you gather your practically indecent steel armor and leave the passed-out satyr behind as you go back to your camp.

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Encounter: Sand Witch (P#0012)

A strange woman seems to appear from the dunes themselves. She identifies herself as a sand witch, and politely asks if she can cast a spell on you.

If you accept she will first turn your hair sandy blonde. if you encounter her again, and you accept again, she will inflate your breasts and cause them to lactate.

No

With an inarticulate scream of rage, the Sand Witch attacks!

You are fighting the sand witch: (Level: 3) A sand witch appears to be totally human, an oddity in this strange land. She has dirty blonde hair and a very tanned complexion, choosing to cover most of her body with robes of the same color as the desert sands, making her impossible to spot from afar. You see she is in perfect health. (100% HP)

What will you do?

Submit - Dominate

Submit

You fill your mind with perverted thoughts about the sand witch, picturing her in all kinds of perverse situations with you.

The sand witch points at you, drawing a circle in the air and mouthing strange words.

You feel the sands shift by your feet, and look down to see something slip out of the sands and into your clothes! It feels incredibly smooth and circular as it glides upward along your leg, its progress unaffected by your frantic effort to dislodge it. It glides up your thighs, curving around your buttocks, and its intentions dawn on you.

You desperately grab for it, but are too late! It pushes firmly against your rectum and slips inside instantaneously. You groan in frustration as it begins pulsing and vibrating, sometimes even seeming to change size.

Your wobbly legs give out underneath you as your body’s will to fight evaporates.

The Sand Witch smiles wickedly and intones, “nuf erutuf rof riah ydnas, nus tresed eht sa ydnas.”

You feel a tingling in your scalp, and realize your hair has become a sandy blonde!

The witch whispers into your ear, “I ALWAYS get what I want, dear...” You hear the soft impact of her robe upon the sands and cannot resist a peek at your captor. You turn to behold a curvy, dark-skinned beauty, whose form is dominated by a quartet of lactating breasts. Somewhere in your lust fogged mind you register the top two as something close to double-D’s, and her lower pair to be about C’s. She smiles and leans over you, pushing you to the ground violently.

She turns over you and drops down, planting her slick honey-pot firmly against your mouth. Her scent is strong, overpowering in its intensity. Your tongue darts out for a taste and finds a treasure trove of sticky sweetness. Instinctively you tongue-fuck her, greedily devouring her cunny-juice, shoving your tongue in as far as possible before suckling at her clit. Dimly you feel the milk spattering over you, splashing off you and into the warm desert sands. Everywhere the milk touches feels silky smooth and sensitive, and your hands begin stroking your body, rubbing it in as the witch sprays more and more of it. You lose track of time, orgasming many times, slick and sticky with sexual fluids.

You’ll probably come to your senses in eight hours or so, missing 12 gems.

Dominate

You smile in satisfaction as the sand witch drops down on all fours and struggles to rise. Sadly you realize your own needs have not been met. Of course, you could always fuck the witch... Of course, just taunting, teasing, and humiliating her for her arrogance would be equally amusing, but it would give her plenty of time to turn the tables...

Fuck her - Taunt her

Fuck 

Even as you rip her sand-colored robes from her body, her eyes hold power and defiance. Her chest holds four large breasts, each leaking milk upon the sands. You smile at the sand witch, trying to seem enticing. A tiny smile plays across her face even though she supports a worried frown. She reaches up to you, and you allow her to gently pull you down to her. You marvel at her multiple breasts, each perfectly rounded. Each has a nipple approximately two inches long, enough to suck if you wanted to. Your attention wanders down to the damp sand underneath her legs, and her musky scent hits your nose. Which do you go after?

Breasts - Sex

Sex

With a charming, disarming smile, you reach between her legs and touch against the slick lips of her pussies. She has two of them! The sand witch appears frightened, but as you gently tease her lips with your fingers, she slowly starts to breathe faster, starting to moan as her legs spread themselves against her better judgment. Grinning in satisfaction, you bring your rigid prick against her lips, and push slowly, gently. The sand witch cries out, her hands grabbing your arms, pressing hard against your skin as you slowly and teasingly ease your cock into her tight depths. You almost feel like a virgin, your pecker throbbing, the need to cum almost beyond your ability to control. You rest against her chest, her large breasts squirting milk against your own chest as your weight appears to excite her enough to make her lactate, if what you’re doing already wasn’t enough. You kiss the sand witch, getting accustomed to her unbelievable tightness. You hump backwards and forwards, grinning like a fool with his first girlfriend. Not even a succubus would be able to rival her lush depths. You finally get serious and ease yourself into fucking the sand witch, slowly gaining speed and depth as your groins slap together with such ferocity that a normal person would be bruised upon their next waking. You pound the sand witch, making her scream in ecstasy, her already tight depths turning vice-like as you grunt your lust, cumming and filling her depths. Your balls ache and your pulsating shaft throbs with need, even as you empty your lust into the defeated sand witch.

With a satisfied smirk, you lay atop your prize, your fair-sized shaft still twitching within her depths. One of the sand witch’s hands rubs at your head, teasing your skin. Like a fresh youth, you fall asleep, ample prick buried deep in the sand witch. With a start you wake up, only to find the sand witch still passed out beside you. Almost thinking it was a dream, you touch your groin tenderly and rub softly. There’s a faint trace of soreness, and you remember the ferocity with which you mashed your pelvises together. You get up and get ready.

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Exploration: Fountain of Endowment (P#0011)

While roaming the shifting sands of the desert, you begin to feel a change in the air. The bone-dry atmosphere shifts, becoming more and more humid as you press on. At last you crest a dune and discover the source of the moisture – a huge onyx fountain, spraying crystal clear water into the air. The center of the fountain is a magnificent sculpture of two entwined demonic forms, nude and over-proportioned to the extreme. The water is spraying out from some rather... unconventional places. You blush, feeling a bit parched, but wary of the fountain’s nature.

You come closer and discover a placard. It reads, “Fountain of Endowment”. Well, clearly it’s supposed to enhance something, but at what cost?

Do you drink from the fountain?

Yes - No 

Yes

You cup your hands and bring the clear water to your lips, taking a long drink. It’s cool and refreshing, going down quite easily. Weird. You thought it would make you feel different somehow.

A sense of... wisdom and clear-headedness emerges, making you feel far more sure of yourself.

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Encounter: Naga (P#0010)

You are walking through the shifting sands of the desert when you hear a sudden hiss behind you.  Expecting to be attacked by a snake, you quickly leap forward and turn around.

To your surprise, what you see is not exactly a snake; it’s a naga - a half-human half-snake hybrid.  She surges up and hisses even louder than before, showing off a pair of formidable fangs dripping with venom. Gazing at her long and slender reptilian body swaying on the sand like quicksilver, you can only stand still in admiration of this terrible wonder.

You are fighting the naga: (Level: 2) You are fighting a naga. She resembles a beautiful and slender woman from the waist up, with dark hair hanging down to her neck. Her upper body is deeply tanned, while her lower body is covered with shiny scales, striped in a pattern reminiscent of the dunes around you. Instead of bifurcating into legs, her hips elongate into a snake’s body which stretches far out behind her, leaving a long and curving trail in the sand. She’s completely naked, with her round C-cup breasts showing in plain sight. In her mouth you can see a pair of sharp, poisonous fangs and a long forked tongue moving rapidly as she hisses at you. You see she is in perfect health. (100% HP)

What will you do?

Submit - Dominate

Submit

You fall to your knees, your body shaking with desire.

You hear the hiss of the naga’s laughter as she slithers over to your prone form. Her long tail twists around you and tightens suddenly, pinning your arms to your sides. You struggle weakly against her grip, but all your resistance seems to do is make your fair-sized cock harder. She leans towards you, gripping your shoulders as she brings her face to your ear. You can feel her serpentine tongue flicking over your ear as she hisses coldly into it.

The only thing running through your mind is a memory from your childhood. A memory of a snake you once saw with a bird wrapped in its tail, squeezing it more and more as the pitiful trapped creature struggled just to breathe. You remember watching as it slowly stopped moving and the snake made its move, opening its maw to swallow the small morsel whole. This is not how you thought your time as champion would end; being eaten by a snake girl was very low on your list of ways to die.

You close your eyes and ready yourself to meet your fate. Instead, you feel the hand of the naga at your crotch, sliding your comfortable clothes down to give her better access to your cock. A gasp of surprise escapes you as the naga grabs ahold of your ample pecker and starts to stroke it, licking at the crown with her serpentine tongue. You moan as she quickens her pace, causing a wave of heat to rise through your shaft.

She stops suddenly and you look at her, a pleading look in your eyes despite yourself. The naga isn’t done with you yet, and she makes this known by opening up the scaly slit at her crotch to reveal her moist cunt. She rubs the opening on to the crown of your ample prick, teasing your throbbing member before slowly sliding it in. She carefully lowers herself onto you, swallowing up the first few inches of your prick. Her hips slide back, before bringing them back down and sliding more of your cock into her. She continues to gently swallow more of you inside of her, the folds of her love canal massaging you with each progressive thrust. Finally there is no more of you that she can push into her, her stomach presses against you in an attempt to try to bring more of you inside her.

You feel the hands of the snake woman firmly grab your shoulders and watch as she pulls away from you, shouting with pleasure as she thrusts herself down on the full length of your shaft. Unable to move or do anything to help her, you watch helplessly as she manipulates your body, her slick netherlips completely enveloping your prick. Again and again she thrusts her hips onto your throbbing pecker, her pussy squeezing you almost as tightly as her tail. She continues to impale herself on your cock, her thrusts becoming more intense by the moment. Finally she gives one last squeeze and tilts her head back with a yell. Unable to hold back, her tight walls begin to convulse, squeezing your shaft tighter than ever before. You can feel a pressure welling up inside as her soaking pussy attempts to milk your cock of its tasty seed. You try to hold back, but it’s no use. As she continues to pump at your ample cock, a torrent of warm, sticky cum pours into her body. She moans and pants as your hot, gooey sperm coats her womb.

Dominate

You almost feel pity as you behold the defeated creature lying before you, but your growing arousal pushes the thought from your mind. Leaning forward to get a closer look, your thoughts wander, and you find yourself wondering what her flexible body could do. Unable to contain your lust, you remove your practically indecent steel armor and slowly lay on top of her, moving your hands across her scaly form in search of her pussy. As you rub your hands across the underside of her scaly belly, you notice that she is beginning to blush and moan softly. She is visibly trying to hold the feelings back, but whatever it is you’re doing to her is definitely making that difficult. For the moment, you decide to abandon the search, content with simply running your hands along her tail’s soft underside and watching her face as she tries in vain to hold her passion back. As you run your fingers up the center of her tail’s underside, you notice a strange bump just a few inches below where her skin and scales meet. On further inspection, you realize that this is the thing you have been searching for - her warm, wet lovehole. Your touches seem to have had an effect on her; she is already rather moist, ready to take your shaft. You gingerly slide one of your fingers inside her, feeling for depth as well as for wetness. The naga coos softly, unable to withhold her moans.

You slowly begin moving your fingers in and out of her wet snatch, petting her underbelly with your free hand. You can tell that she is still tense; the look on her face is a mix of passion and fear. She struggles weakly, terrified as you place your warm cock against her belly. You feel her grow still as your length rubs against her. You look deeply into her amber eyes as you wrap your arms around her, and after a moment’s hesitation, kiss her passionately. Surprised at your own decision, your mind quickly conjures an image of her biting you. Instead, she relaxes in your arms and returns the kiss, abandoning herself to your will.

Chills run down your spine as her delicate forked tongue tangles with your own, and you gently press the tip of your ample prick against her moist pussy-lips. Her tail slowly wraps around your legs as she moans in a soft and mildly hissing voice. You sink your engorged member into her depths, pausing for a moment to let her adapt to your presence, before pumping away and kissing her passionately as you both get caught up in the wonderful sensations of your entwined bodies. Her tight passage massages your length, and her scaly body rubbing on your skin only encourages you to go further while you rock back and forth in her embrace. You gradually increase your pace, hearing her moans become louder as she moves her hips in time with yours. Your fingers dig into her smooth backside as you continue thrusting into her, pleasure building for what seems like a wonderful eternity. You finally reach your limit, thrusting frantically until you climax, shooting thick ropes of sperm deep inside her as the both of you wail with excitement.

You slowly untangle yourself from the panting naga and leave her lying in the sand, basking in the warmth of sex and sun. You return to your camp, completely satisfied with your work.

You think it would be a very good idea to come to the desert more often.

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Exploration: Marcus and Lucia (P#0009)

A small plume of dust rises in the distance, betraying the position of something else moving amongst the sandy dunes. It grows larger as it approaches your position, revealing a bulky distorted shape lurking inside the cloud. You cautiously approach, preparing to face some new demonic monstrosity. As the sandy cloud parts, the blurred figure resolves itself into two distinct outlines.

On the left is a man carrying a heavily loaded wheelbarrow and struggling not to stumble in the sandy desert soil. Slightly behind and to the right of the man is a shapely woman, her demonic origins plain to anyone who notices the spikes on her head. As they near the man notices your presence and calls out, “Ho, traveler! Fine day isn’t it?”

The strange pair close the intervening distance, allowing you to make out more of their forms. As expected, the succubus is quite a beauty, with curvy flesh in all the right places. The man introduces himself as he struggles with his heavy load. “I am Marcus, former traveler of extraordinary places and seeker of forbidden knowledge! Though all that was a long time ago; I’m retired, you see. I’ve settled down with my new partner, Lucia.” Marcus gestures, indicating the bored-looking succubus accompanying him.

You start to greet them, but nearly faint in shock – Marcus' wheelbarrow isn’t full of cargo. It’s the only thing keeping his oversized balls from dragging in the sand! He smiles at your reaction and winks lewdly, “Why do you think I have to keep a succubus around? If I don’t empty these puppies every hour or two I damn near explode!” Looking thoughtful for a moment, Marcus nods to himself and asks, “I don’t suppose you have a moment to help me with a quandary I’ve been having?”

Accept

“Oh good!” he exclaims as he begins elaborating. “My dear succubus here is growing tired of our arrangement, and she wants me to give up the last of my humanity and become a demon like her. I’m not really sure I want to lose my soul, but at the same time, I know enough about their kind to know I’d REALLY enjoy being an incubus, if you know what I mean. Before I make the plunge, I’d like a second opinion – what do you think?”

He glances over his shoulder with almost a small measure of fear.

Depending on what you tell him to do, different things will periodically drop whilst exploring the desert, and your corruption may go up if you tell him to go demon.

Will catalog later 

Stay Human

“You little mortal fuckwit!” screams Lucia before turning to her human lover, “Don’t listen to the foolish mortal, love; think of the fun we could have together!”

Marcus shakes his head sadly, “He is right, my soul is immortal and not to be sacrificed so lightly. Why don’t we stick to our original agreement another decade and mull it over then?”

Lucia pouts, nearly on the verge of tears, “Fine! But don’t expect me to be happy about it.” She pats his swollen balls roughly, smirking down at him, “and I’m going to let these swell up nice and tight before I take my next meal!” Marcus sighs, though you think you spy the hint of a smile on his lips, “As you wish... thanks for your guidance traveler, and may you find what you seek in this strange land.”

As they turn to leave, Lucia scowls at you over her shoulder...

Later

As you journey the desert, you see the twin figures of Marcus and his demonic companion, Lucia, in the distance. Judging by the frantic bobbing of Lucia’s head in Marcus’s lap, she’s just getting ready for a meal. Closing the distance, you watch curiously as her throat bulges obscenely to keep up with the huge cum-load. In time she flops back, a few huge globules of cum exploding onto her form like bursting water-balloons as Marcus' orgasm finishes, leaving her a cum-stained wreck.

You duck back behind a dune, blushing furiously.

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Encounter: Sand Trap (P#0008)

You are exploring the endlessly undulating landscape of the desert when you hear an agonized cry for help over the nearest dune. You quickly scramble up it and are confronted by the sight of a small, flat lake of exceptionally fine sand, overlooked on each side by tall dunes. Trapped in the middle of it is a young woman with black hair, up to her armpits in the sand. “Oh, thank the Gods!” she cries, spotting you. “I’m sinking, please help me!” The word 'quicksand' flashes through your mind like fire and you take a nervous step back, attempting to quickly evaluate the situation. You think you could just about reach her with your hand if you were careful. If you’re going to save her, it has to be now; even in the short time you’ve been here she has sunk down to her collarbone. She stares at you with plaintive despair.

You carefully kneel at the edge of the quicksand and stretch your hand out towards the stricken woman, commanding her to grab hold. With effort she pulls an arm clear of the treacherous powder and, straining, reaches out to grab the very tips of your fingers... before, with a triumphant sneer, pulling as hard as she can. Thrown off-balance, you fall face first into the quicksand. Coughing, you right yourself and struggle desperately to get back up the side, but you have no leverage, and your thrashing causes you to sink waist deep into what feels like dry, impossibly heavy water.

“Don’t struggle,” says the woman, drifting further away from you as easily as if she were swimming. You can see a second collarbone flexing beneath her first as her arms rest easily upon the surface, a whole second pair of limbs doing the delicate balancing work, and she speaks in a buzzing, fluttering voice which is nothing like the one she enticed you into her trap with. She smiles at you - or at least displays her teeth - and with a kind of horror you watch two sets of small, black eyes open on either side of her first pair to stare at you hungrily. “Don’t you know struggling just makes it worse? Just relax. Let me do all the work.”

A rumbling, hissing sound fills your ears and the dunes surrounding you lift out of sight as all the sand in the hollow begins to run downwards, taking you with it. You fight against it desperately, but you cannot swim up a landslide and within moments you find yourself buried up to your neck at the bottom of a huge, conical depression, eyes level with the naked abdomen of your captor. You cough, spit and blink sand away and stare helplessly up at it. The creature has a long, slim human upper half with four arms and a pair of flat breasts; its twenty slender fingers stroke your face, brush you off and massage your chest as it allows you to take it in. With its glamour gone you can see clearly the six eyed creature is in fact male... or is it? Its long face is soft around the edges with a cute, pointed chin which is very pretty - or very handsome. Every time the creature moves its face its gender seems to shift. Unnerved, you look downwards, and wish you hadn’t. Although its lower half is obscured below the sand, you can see that below its waist the creature’s body balloons outwards into what must be a massive, sand-colored insect thorax. You feel something brush against you and you instinctively attempt to flinch, but you can’t. The sand feels packed against you, and straining every muscle you have to free your limbs gets you nowhere. Gently, the creature slides its fingers behind your neck and makes you look into its black eyes.

“You made it all too easy for me, little ant,” it says pityingly. “Did no one warn you about sandtraps?” Slowly it sinks downwards, and whilst it fondles your face you feel its other set of hands cup your hand-filling ass. “Never mind,” the insect monster sighs into your forehead in its fluttery voice. “I’ll teach you everything there is to know.”

You are fighting the sandtrap: (Level: 4)

You are fighting the sandtrap. It sits half buried at the bottom of its huge conical pit, only its lean human anatomy on show, leering at you from beneath its shoulder length black hair with its six equally sable eyes. You cannot say whether its long, soft face with its pointed chin is very pretty or very handsome - every time the creature’s face moves, its gender seems to shift. Its lithe, brown flat-chested body supports four arms, long fingers playing with the rivulets of powder sand surrounding it. Beneath its belly you occasionally catch glimpses of its insect half: a massive sand-coloured abdomen which anchors it to the desert, with who knows what kind of anatomy.

The dunes tower above you and the hissing of sand fills your ears. The leering sandtrap is almost on top of you! You could try attacking it with your beautiful sword, but that will carry you straight to the bottom. Alternately, you could try to tease it or hit it at range, or wait and maintain your footing until you can clamber up higher. You see he is in perfect health. (100% HP)

Here I will be allowing myself to be captured.

You fill your mind with perverted thoughts about the sandtrap, picturing him in all kinds of perverse situations with you.

The sandtrap puckers its lips. For one crazed moment you think it’s going to blow you a kiss... but instead it spits clear fluid at you! You desperately try to avoid it, even as your lower half is mired in sand. Moving artfully with the flow rather than against it, you are able to avoid the trap’s fluids, which splash harmlessly into the dune.

Rivulets of sand run past you as you continue to sink deeper into both the pit and the sand itself.

You are sunk to your belly in the depthless sand at the bottom of the pit, and are still falling fast. The sun above you is blotted out by a shape which leans downwards towards you, smiling triumphantly. Desperately, you try to keep your arms free so you can swing a blow at it, but with consummate ease, the sandtrap grabs your wrists with one set of hands while pushing you downwards with the others. Within moments you are up to your armpits in the stuff, staring helplessly up at the strange androgynous creature which has you entirely at its mercy.

“You’re probably wondering what part of you I want to use,” purrs the sandtrap, pushing itself further upwards using your shoulders and drawing you closer until your face is pressed against where its human torso and insect abdomen join. You are helpless to ignore the fact it has a genital slit where its human cock would be, particularly as the sandtrap places its hands behind your head and proceeds to rub your face into it. Its smooth, supple human flesh trades with its rough, leathery insect hide against your cheeks and forehead, and as its excitement grows you feel the slit slide open and something long, warm, and oily presses insistently into your face. The creature pulls back momentarily, and with a feeling of deep trepidation you take it in... a black ten-inch insect prong, thicker at the base than its dull tip, dripping with a clear, viscous fluid.

“The ans-zwer is all of you-wve, my fris-zky little drone,” chatters the trap. It seems the more excited it gets and the less it feels the need to pretend, the more fluttery and broken its voice becomes; it is like you are listening to a hive of bees that just happens to be forming words. “I am going to usze you, inszide and out. You’wwwe going to be both mommy and daddy for my children. Iszn’t that excithhhing?” Smiling tenderly, it presses the tip of its gleaming black prong against your lips. “Drink. It will make thingsz so much easier for hwyou if hwyou do.” The creature is not exactly giving you much choice. Packed tightly inside its sand and incapable of resisting, you steel yourself, close your eyes, open your mouth and accept it.

The cock prong slides into your mouth and past your teeth with ease, already dripping with its strange, clear lubicrant. Sighing dreamily, the sandtrap slowly pushes half of its length into your mouth before pulling itself back out, then in again, picking up a gentle rhythm, each time pushing a bit more of itself into your mouth. Soon it is stretching your lips wide as it takes you right to its thick base, its tip finding the back of your throat. It groans and you feel your mouth fill with its oil; rather than ejaculate, the sandtrap’s cock seems to perspire its odorless payload from all sides. The stuff swabs and swathes your mouth in warmth; it makes your lips, the inside of your cheeks and your tongue feel relaxed, accepting and soft. It feels like your mouth was made to take and enjoy this creature’s cock... you begin to suckle the sandtrap eagerly, hoping for more. Sighing at your greed, the creature pushes as much of itself as it can down your throat, leaking oil deliriously as it does. Your lips stretched wide by the base of its prong, you can’t help but dribble oil down your front even as you inadvertently swallow a great deal of its warm, coating ooze.

You feel flutters spread throughout you, penetrating your core. The rest of your body begins to feel just like your mouth; languid, sensual and submissive. The sands encompassing you feel like the most comfortable straitjacket imaginable, and you close your eyes again as your ample pecker begins to harden. It hazily occurs to you that the sensation of your cock hardening in the sand should irritate you, but in effect it doesn’t; below you the substance feels more like packed mud, and the feeling of your length sliding through the yielding, enveloping dirt is incredibly pleasurable. You actually smile dreamily around the prong stuffing your face when you feel something hot and wet press insistently against the tip of your fair-sized shaft. The sand massages every inch of your body as below the surface the sandtrap begins to sink its insect cunt down your sensitive shaft.

The creature looks down in surprise at you when its dripping, grasping sex reaches the base of your cock so quickly. You feel a familiar sense of shame creeping across your cheeks... but the sandtrap uses the two hands grasping your head to stroke your brow and face with odd tenderness. “Yyou do not like being all man, do you? Perhaps little ant likes fooling mates with its looks, too. Perhaps little ant is more like sandtrap than I thought.” You look up at it, its prong still buried in your face, to see an odd look of hunger in its six eyes. “Do not worry,” it says, smiling widely. “Hyou are perfect to me.” It begins to slowly work your small shaft, its pulsing muscles squeezing you possessively up and down.

The sandtrap caresses your face tenderly as you suck its pseudo-cock while below the sand it assiduously begins to milk you. You are pushed further into the hopelessly relaxed sex daze the creature’s warm oil has instilled in you; it feels like the sand itself is moving with the creature, massaging your body in waves at the same gentle rhythm as the creature fucks your face and cock. You can’t keep track of time; there is only the sensation inundating your mouth, your body and ample prick, the sandtrap’s gentle sighs, and the hiss and crunch of the sand itself. Eventually the sandtrap begins to pick up the pace; it shoves your face into its groin as it begins to pant with need, stretching your mouth wide again as it begins to milk your cock as hard as it can. Its vaginal muscles grip you tightly, rippling up and down your length; it feels like you are being fucked by a wet, grasping tube. You can’t possibly contain yourself against the creature which has sunk you into such glorious submission and, groaning around its prong, you spurt everything you can give into that clenching warmth.

The sandtrap finally releases you, humming and fluttering sounds of pleasure as it draws its unseen cunt away and retracts its prong from your mouth and back into its slit, trailing oil and saliva as it goes. You don’t really notice these things or even if it is trying to say anything to you in that bizarre voice it has, still deep within the encasing sand and deep within your muddling daze, and your limbs feel like any returning strength has been sucked right back out of you by the creature’s milking cunt. You do not struggle when the sandtrap takes you into its arms and begins to turn you around. It fondles your chest with one hand as its others busily work at pulling your bottom half this way and that, until your full ass is poked outwards in supplication. Only then does it dozily occur to you that the creature is not done with you yet.

“You’hhve done well for me so farhh,” chuckles the sandtrap lowly, bending over you and threading one set of arms under your armpits. You try and turn your head to see what it is doing but it gently but insistently pushes your face into the yielding sand. “You arrrrhe a fine little drone. I wwill thank you for yourrh hard work... with the fruits of ssame hard work.” What does it mean by...?

The self-same tube which sucked away your cum pushes into your sphincter, sliding easily into your anal passage with its wet weight. You arch your back and open your mouth... but the complete relaxation the sandtrap’s oil has instilled in you stops your body from clenching against the invader, and you feel no pain. Your pucker is now a little loose. The creature pushes your head down, making soothing shushing noises as it feeds more of its bulbous length into your ass. Your accommodating ass feels like it was made for this purpose, and with the creature’s oil soothing your thoughts and reflexes you savor the creature taking you like this as if it were your quim. You moan as something round travels down the creature’s ovipositor and into your wet ass, the sensation making your prick hard again.

The sandtrap continues to make its soothing, humming sounds and caresses your chest and short, blonde hair whilst it holds you firmly in its sandy grasp, sinking egg after egg into your full ass. It is a process which seems to go on for minutes on end, and the sensation of having your ass bred like this starts to drive you inexorably towards another peak. You groan as the slick pressure in your bowels makes you cum, your cock flexing out more moisture into the sand beneath you. The oil-induced serenity and the sexual marathon the sandtrap has put you through are too much and, even with the creature still relentlessly pumping away at you, you pass out.

You awaken a while later, wearily getting to your feet and looking around. You are standing in a featureless stretch of desert... there is no suggestion of the sandtrap, or indeed that you are in the same place where it caught you. A fair amount of time has passed though, judging by the sky above you. Perhaps it was all a particularly lucid mirage? A sensation of... fullness in your abdomen suggests otherwise. Clutching your bowels uneasily, you make your way back to camp.

Later the next day...

Something oily drips from your sphincter, staining the ground. You suppose you should feel worried about this, but the overriding emotion which simmers in your gut is one of sensual, yielding calm. The pressure in your bowels which has been building over the last few days feels right somehow, and the fact that your back passage is dribbling lubricant makes you incredibly, perversely hot. As you stand there and savor the wet, soothing sensation a fantasy pushes itself into your mind, one of being on your hands and knees and letting any number of beings use your ass, of being bred over and over by beautiful, irrepressible insect creatures. With some effort you suppress these alien emotions and carry on, trying to ignore the oil which occasionally beads out of your loose asshole and stains your comfortable clothes.

Another day later...

Your eyes widen as a gout of oil suddenly gushes from your ass. Before panic can set in, an incredible light-headedness overtakes you. Dreamily, you discard your comfortable clothes and squat. More oil oozes out of you, and in your hazy euphoria, you scoop some of it up and rub it dreamily into your nipples. Part of you is disgusted at yourself, questioning what you are doing, but that is one voice in a million-strong chorus crooning you into total relaxation... the oil clings to your skin and seems to radiate warmth and softness. Something round stretches your rectum wide, but in your state the sensation is practically orgasmic. You roll your eyes to the sky and moan, your fair-sized cock growing hard as you push out the egg. Your oily hands descend upon your cock, and you massage your shaft as you feel the pressure in your bowels intensify again.

You nearly cum as egg number two squeezes out. You DO cum when egg number three stretches you wide, blowing your mind into the empty sky. Each egg seems to come out closer on the heels of the one before, and each time your conscious mind loses more of its ability to do anything but wallow in oil and pleasure.

You are brought to your senses by something flitting past your eyes. You wearily brush your face and pick yourself up. Behind you, leaking and lying in a translucent ooze, is a multitude of black, oily eggshells. Of more note are the pale blurs which keep zipping past your head. They look rather like the fairies which inhabit the forest, except they have six black eyes, are flat-chested and are male... no, female...? No, male... you can’t tell. They are lithe and beautiful and have tiny, undeveloped insect abdomens hanging above their trim butts and below their dragonfly wings. They whirr in place for a moment before keeling around and about each other excitedly like hoverflies, chattering to each other in a tongue so fast it is beyond your comprehension.

You pick yourself up wearily, flap the flytraps you have birthed away and make your way back to camp. This whole experience has been deeply unnerving, and you vow to make sure you don’t have to repeat it.

You notice your full derriere feeling larger and plumper after the ordeal.

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Haitus

Progress paused until further notice. Thank you for your patience!

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Adventure: Masterpost (P#0007)

The Beginning: 0001

Exploration: 1 0002

Encounter: Tentacle Beast 0003

Encounter: Bee Girl 0005

Exploration: Giacomo 0006

Encounter: Sand Trap 0008

Exploration: Marcus and Lucia 0009

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Exploration: Giacomo (P#0006)

As you travel, you see another person on the road. He is tethered to a small cart that is overloaded with a hodgepodge of items. He is dressed in a very garish manner, having a broad, multicolored hat, brocaded coat and large, striped pantaloons. His appearance is almost comical and contrasts with his severe and hawkish facial features. The man sees you, smiles and stops his cart.

“Greetings, traveler! My name is Giacomo. I am, as you can see, a humble purveyor of items, curios and other accoutrements. While I am not in a position to show you my full wares as my shop is packed on this push-cart, I do offer some small trinkets for travelers I meet.”

The merchant looks at you sharply and cracks a wide, toothy smile you find... unnerving. The merchant twists his way around to access a sack he has around his back. After a moment, he swings the sack from his back to have better access to its contents. Inquisitively, the merchant turns back to you. “So stranger, be you interested in some drafts to aid you in your travels, some quick pamphlets to warn you of dangers on journeys or...”

Giacomo pauses and turns his head in both directions in a mocking gesture of paranoid observation. His little bit of theatrics does make you wonder what he is about to offer. “...maybe you would be interested in some items that enhance the pleasures of the flesh? Hmmm?”

Giacomo’s grin is nothing short of creepy as he offers his wares to you. What are you interested in?

Potions - Books - Erotica

Potions.

... Which potion or tincture will you examine?

Vitality Tincture: This potent tea is supposedly good for strengthening the body!

Increases strength at the slight loss of intelligence.

Giacomo holds up the item and says, “Ah, yes! The quintessential elixir for all travelers, this little bottle of distilled livelihood will aid you in restoring your energy on your journey and, should you be hurt or injured, will aid the body’s ability to heal itself. Yes sir, this is liquid gold for pilgrim and adventurer alike. Interested? It is 15 gems.”

Scholar’s Tincture: This powerful brew supposedly has mind strengthening effects!

Increases Intelligence at the slight loss of strength and muscle tone.

Giacomo holds up a pouch of dried, fragrant leaves and begins his spiel, “Have you ever wondered how scholars and other smart folk keep up such a mental effort for so long? They make a tea out of this fine mixture of quality plants and herbs. Nothing but the best, this mysterious mixture of herbs in its Orange Pekoe base makes anyone, short of a lummox, as brainy as the finest minds of the land. All you do is steep the leaves in some water and drink up! Hot or cold, straight or sweetened with honey, your mind will run circles around itself once it has this for fuel. Buy it now and I will throw in the strainer for free! Interested? Only 15 gems!”

Cerulean Potion: This is a mysterious bottle filled with sky-blue liquid that sloshes gently inside. Supposedly it will make you irresistible. To whom, and to what, you cannot 

Consumable item.

If male or herm, consuming this potion triggers a special encounter the next time you sleep for the night. When you have this encounter, you will receive a replacement potion. The special encounter randomly increases a number of statistics, except for Corruption, which is always increased.

If genderless, consuming this potion triggers a special encounter the next time you sleep for the night. This is a comedic encounter that breaks the "fourth wall" between the in-game setting and the creators and players. This item will not work for a genderless character a second time.

If Champion becomes female after purchasing, this item will no longer work, although any pending encounters will occur if the Champion goes to sleep as a different gender.

Taking multiple doses before sleeping will result in visits for that number of nights, maximum three in the "queue" ("tonight" and the two nights following). Additional doses before sleeping have no effect.

Using this potion too many times results in a Bad End. Only a dose taken after waking and the next night can trigger the Bad End, and the queue will be cleared of additional doses to enforce this.

Giacomo makes his comical over-the-shoulder search and holds up a sky-blue bottle. He grins widely as he begins his pitch, “My friend, you truly have a discerning eye. Even the most successful of men seek to attract more women for pleasure and status. This, my friend, will attract the most discerning and aroused of women. Women attracted by this fine unction will NEVER say no. I GUARANTEE that she will want pleasure every time you demand pleasure! A bit of a caution to you, brother. Some say this works TOO well. If you aren’t man enough to handle the women this urn draws to you, you’d best say so now and I will offer something more to your liking. However, if you have the heart for it, I can sell you this little gem for 75 gems!”

Books.

...Which book are you interested in perusing?

Dangerous Plants: This is a book titled ‘Dangerous Plants’. As explained by the title, this tome provides information on all manner of dangerous plants within this realm.

A Must have for all new players. This gives an in game opportunity to avoid encounters with tentacle beasts, and mysterious plant ladies in the future!

Giacomo proudly holds up a small text. The cover is plain and unadorned with artwork. “According to the scholars,” Giacomo begins, “knowledge is power. It is one of the few things that scholars say that I agree with. You cannot survive in today’s world without knowing something of it. Beasts and men are not your only problems. This book specializes in the dangerous plants of the realm. There exists flora the likes of which will chew you up and spit you out faster than any pack of wolves or gang of thieves. For the small price of 10 gems, you can benefit from this fine book on the nastiest blossoms in existence. Care to broaden your learning?”

Traveler’s Guide: This ‘Traveler’s Guide’ is more a pamphlet then a book, but it still provides some useful information on avoiding the local pitfalls.

This book allows the player an in game opportunity to avoid a dangerous Sand Trap, found in The Desert, that will pull you in an impregnate you. Additionally, this book can be given to a certain albino lizard to advance your relationship.

Giacomo holds up a humble pamphlet. “While you may not find value in this as a seasoned traveler,”, Giacomo opens, “you never know what you may learn from this handy, dandy information packet! Geared to the novice, this piece of work emphasizes the necessary items and some good rules of thumb for going out into the world. You may not need it, but you may know someone who does. Why waste your time when the answers could be in this handy pamphlet! I will offer the super-cheap price of 1 gem!”

Hentai Comic: This oddly drawn comic book is filled with images of fornication, sex, and overly large eyeballs.

May be given to the Incubus Mechanic to avoid a fight, or used while masturbating.

Erotica. (limited current knowledge.)

...Giacomo’s grin is nothing short of creepy as he offers his wares to you. What are you interested in?

Dildo.

Useful during masturbation. Applies for all items

Giacomo takes out a slender tube roughly over half a foot in length. “Since you seek pleasure, this is as simple and effective as it gets. This dildo is a healthy seven inches long and is suitable for most women and even adventurous men. Pick a hole, stick it in and work it to your heart’s content or your partner’s pleasure. The single-piece construction makes it solid, sturdy and straightforward. For 20 gems, you can take matters into your own hands. How about it?”

Plain Onahole. Not available to females. Costs 20 gems.

Giacomo takes out a pink cylinder from his bag. It appears to be sealed at one end and the cap is topped with a piece of rubber that has a vertical slit. “Friend,” Giacomo starts, “when you do not want to go through all of the shit to bag a woman, this is the thing for you. It never says no, it never bitches and it never takes everything you own in a divorce. All you do is get hard, slip your cock in the slit, work it at your pace and unload. Simple is as simple does. Take the top off for easy clean up and there you go! As you can see it is portable and is much safer than risking some social disease from an errant barmaid. I have plenty of these in stock and I can let it go for 20 gems. What say you?”

Deluxe Onahole. Not available to females or genderless. Costs 50 gems.

Giacomo holds up a weirdly shaped lump of rubber. One end is shaped and contoured like a woman’s genitalia while the rest stretches out to almost a foot long. “This thing right here is excellent! While a standard onahole will get you off, this has the look and feel of the real thing! As you can see, the outside orifice looks just like a woman’s privates and,” Giacomo pauses to open the inside for you to view. You see the inner folds and curves that are typical to the inside of a woman’s womb, “as you can see, great care has been taken to make the inside feel as much like a real pussy as possible. You hammer your cock with this thing a few times and you may never want the real thing again! If nothing else, it won’t whine about you running out the door first thing in the morning. 50 gems is more than reasonable for all of the satisfaction this will bring.”

All-Natural Onahole. Only available to hermaphrodites. Costs 150 gems.

Self-Stimulation Belt. Not available to males. Costs 30 gems.

All-Natural Self-Stimulation Belt. Not available to males or genderless. Costs 40 gems.

Dual Belt. Only available to hermaphrodites. Costs 50 gems.

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Encounter: Bee Girl (P#0005)

As you approach the edge of the forest, a sweet scent wafts into your nose. Tantalizing, teasing, alluring. As you sniff the air, you find yourself following it, as if an invisible hand is pulling you toward its origin. Little do you know, that is essentially what’s happening. The further and further you go, the more heavy the scent grows, as well as a sound. A sound of a buzz, but not in a maddening tone, as if someone is humming. It’s a lovely tune, one that would stick in the back of the mind, but not in a bad way.

That’s when she comes into view. A great woman, yellow and black, a Bee-like handmaiden would be the best comparison. She sits atop a great flower while humming her tune, happily picking the petals off of another flower. Her body is thin, save her abdomen. Her head is more humanoid than bee, with black eyes, antennae, and luscious black lips that glimmer wetly, bending into a smile as she sees you approach. Standing, she welcomes you in, her wings giving a small buzz as her arms spread open for a welcoming embrace.

You barely stop yourself from gleefully throwing yourself into her arms. You realize the harmonic buzzing of her wings and the unearthly scent of her honey briefly robbed you of your reason. Feeling momentarily more clear-headed, what do you do?

Fight - Talk - Leave

Fight!

Talk.

She stops buzzing, taken aback by your resistance to her wiles. “Y-you zzzure you don’t want to cuddle with me?” she stammers, thrusting her exotic black and yellow breasts forwards enticingly. With some difficulty you manage to pry your eyes back up to her face and ask her why she is trying to tempt you to embrace her.

She buzzes out a giggle, “Well where elzzz would I lay eggzzz? The coloniezzz alwayzzz need more workerzzz, and as one of the Queen’zzz handmaidenzzz I get zzzooooo full of eggzzz... I promizzze to make it feel gooood if you come to me.”

You are sure no good can come of this, but your body is ready to say yes.

Do you accept her offer?

Yes - No

Yes!

As if you have lost control of your body, you fall into her arms, happy. As she holds you close, a stinger slowly emerges from her abdomen, as well as a thick knot-like organ, both covered in a sweet smelling lubricant. As your mind synaesthetically sees a myriad of colors and scents, you don’t resist as she gently pushes you down to your stomach. Nor do you protest as she leans over you, her stinger- thank goodness it isn’t poison- looming close to your anus. With no more words she shoves the thick, lengthy stinger and knot inside of you. Her 'cock' slips in slowly, the lubricant keeping you from shaking out of your scent-induced pleasure coma. Your hand even ventures to your own engorged member as she rather forcefully rapes your once-tight hole, humming her tune all the while.

After hours of her forcefully filling your hole, her stinger pumping what feels like gallons of her bee-seed into your very bowels, and of you stroking yourself to ejaculation, she finally pulls out. With her stinger still dripping seed onto your back, she smiles while watching you blow your last load into a pool of semen underneath you, before you collapse - exhausted.

You awaken, your nose full of a honey like scent, some strange fluid on your back, and the feeling of something leaking from you.

No!

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Encounters: Masterpost (P#0004)

The Forest

Tentacle Beast

Bee Girl

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Encounter: Tentacle Beast (P#0003)

While exploring the forest, You see a massive, shambling form emerge from the underbrush. While it resembles a large shrub, a collection of thorny tendrils and cephalopodic limbs sprout from its bulbous mass. Sensing your presence, it lumbers at you, full speed, tentacles outstretched.

You are fighting the tentacle beast!: (Level: 6)

You see the massive, shambling form of the tentacle beast before you. Appearing as a large shrub, it shifts its bulbous mass and reveals a collection of thorny tendrils and cephalopodic limbs.

You see it is in perfect health. (100% HP)

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Hero status

Level: 1

Weapon: Fists

Apparel: Comfortable clothes

Skills: None

Hp: 95/103

Lust: 41/100

Fatigue: 0/100

You do the only thing you think is sensible at this point in time.

Run!

You turn tail and attempt to flee! The tentacle beast rapidly disappears into the shifting landscape behind you.

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An hour passes...

The sky darkens as a starless night falls. The blood-red moon slowly rises up over the horizon.

(Disclaimer, at this point in time, a hero should not engage a tentacle beast without level or item advantage over it unless actively looking to be raped.)

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Exploration 1 (P#0002)

You tentatively step away from your campsite, alert and scanning the ground and sky for danger. You walk for the better part of an hour, marking the rocks you pass for a return trip to your camp. It worries you that the portal has an opening on this side, and it was totally unguarded...

...Wait a second, why is your campsite in front of you? The portal’s glow is clearly visible from inside the tall rock formation. Looking carefully you see your footprints leaving the opposite side of your camp, then disappearing. You look back the way you came and see your markings vanish before your eyes. The implications boggle your mind as you do your best to mull over them. Distance, direction, and geography seem to have little meaning here, yet your campsite remains exactly as you left it. A few things click into place as you realize you found your way back just as you were mentally picturing the portal! Perhaps memory influences travel here, just like time, distance, and speed would in the real world!

This won’t help at all with finding new places, but at least you can get back to camp quickly. You are determined to stay focused the next time you explore and learn how to traverse this gods-forsaken realm.

You attempt again.

You walk for quite some time, roaming the hard-packed and pink-tinged earth of the demon-realm. Rust-red rocks speckle the wasteland, as barren and lifeless as anywhere else you’ve been. A cool breeze suddenly brushes against your face, as if gracing you with its presence. You turn towards it and are confronted by the lush foliage of a very old looking forest. You smile as the plants look fairly familiar and non-threatening. Unbidden, you remember your decision to test the properties of this place, and think of your campsite as you walk forward. Reality seems to shift and blur, making you dizzy, but after a few minutes you’re back, and sure you’ll be able to return to the forest with similar speed.

You have discovered the Forest!

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The Beginning. (P#0001)

You are prepared for what is to come. Most of the last year has been spent honing your body and mind to prepare for the challenges ahead. You are the Champion of Ingnam. The one who will journey to the demon realm and guarantee the safety of your friends and family, even though you’ll never see them again. You wipe away a tear as you enter the courtyard and see Elder Nomur waiting for you. You are ready.

The walk to the tainted cave is long and silent. Elder Nomur does not speak. There is nothing left to say. The two of you journey in companionable silence. Slowly the black rock of Mount Ilgast looms closer and closer, and the temperature of the air drops. You shiver and glance at the Elder, noticing he doesn’t betray any sign of the cold. Despite his age of nearly 80, he maintains the vigor of a man half his age. You’re glad for his strength, as assisting him across this distance would be draining, and you must save your energy for the trials ahead.

The entrance of the cave gapes open, sharp stalactites hanging over the entrance, giving it the appearance of a monstrous mouth. Elder Nomur stops and nods to you, gesturing for you to proceed alone.

The cave is unusually warm and damp, and your body reacts with a sense of growing warmth focusing in your groin, your manhood hardening for no apparent reason. You were warned of this and press forward, ignoring your body’s growing needs. A glowing purple-pink portal swirls and flares with demonic light along the back wall. Cringing, you press forward, keenly aware that your body seems to be anticipating coming in contact with the tainted magical construct. Closing your eyes, you gather your resolve and leap forwards. Vertigo overwhelms you and you black out...

You wake with a splitting headache and a body full of burning desire. A shadow darkens your view momentarily and your training kicks in. You roll to the side across the bare ground and leap to your feet. A surprised looking imp stands a few feet away, holding an empty vial. He’s completely naked, an improbably sized pulsing red cock hanging between his spindly legs. You flush with desire as a wave of lust washes over you, your mind reeling as you fight the urge to ram your cock down his throat. The strangeness of the thought surprises you.

The imp says, “I’m amazed you aren’t already chasing down my cock, human. The last Champion was an eager whore for me by the time she woke up. This lust draft made sure of it.”

The imp shakes the empty vial to emphasize his point. You reel in shock at this revelation - you’ve just entered the demon realm and you’ve already been drugged! You tremble with the aching need in your groin, but resist, righteous anger lending you strength.

In desperation you leap towards the imp, watching with glee as his cocky smile changes to an expression of sheer terror. The smaller creature is no match for your brute strength as you pummel him mercilessly. You pick up the diminutive demon and punt him into the air, frowning grimly as he spreads his wings and begins speeding into the distance.

The imp says, “FOOL! You could have had pleasure unending... but should we ever cross paths again you will regret humiliating me! Remember the name Zetaz, as you’ll soon face the wrath of my master!”

Your pleasure at defeating the demon ebbs as you consider how you’ve already been defiled. You swear to yourself you will find the demon responsible for doing this to you and the other Champions, and destroy him AND his pet imp.

You look around, surveying the hellish landscape as you plot your next move. The portal is a few yards away, nestled between a formation of rocks. It does not seem to exude the arousing influence it had on the other side. The ground and sky are both tinted different shades of red, though the earth beneath your feet feels as normal as any other lifeless patch of dirt. You settle on the idea of making a camp here and fortifying this side of the portal. No demons will ravage your beloved hometown on your watch.

It does not take long to set up your tent and a few simple traps. You’ll need to explore and gather more supplies to fortify it any further. Perhaps you will even manage to track down the demons who have been abducting the other champions!

Your campsite is fairly simple at the moment. Your tent and bedroll are set in front of the rocks that lead to the portal. You have a small fire pit as well. You have a number of traps surrounding your makeshift home, but they are fairly simple and may not do much to deter a demon. The portal shimmers in the background as it always does, looking menacing and reminding you of why you came.

It’s light outside, a good time to explore and forage for supplies with which to fortify your camp.

You are a 5 foot 11 inch tall human, with a solid build that displays a decent amount of muscle. You are currently wearing comfortable clothes and using your fists as a weapon. Your face is human in shape and structure, with light skin. It has a well-defined jawline and a fairly masculine profile. Your short, blonde hair looks good on you, accentuating your features well.

You have a humanoid shape with the usual torso, arms, hands, and fingers. You have well-formed thighs, and your hand-filling backside fills out your clothing nicely. Two normal human legs grow down from your waist, ending in normal human feet.

You have two flat breasts, each supporting one 0.2-inch nipple.

Your shaft is 5.5 inches long and 1 inch thick. A beanbag with a pair of balls swings heavily beneath your ample cock. You estimate each of them to be about one inch across.

You have one anus, placed between your butt-cheeks where it belongs.

Your money-purse is devoid of any currency.

What will you do?