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A huge thank you to JJ for proofreading this chapter and helping me make corrections.

Please note that this chapter features a NSFW scene involving the D&D alter egos of Ben, Finn, and Jade. In other words, the scene is MMF. If the inclusion of a woman in a sexual context makes you uncomfortable, I have added these *.*.*.*.* indicators around the scene in question so you can skip it.

Chapter 5 - Akastos the Dryad

You stop walking for a moment as you notice a faint noise. It sounds like the chirping of a small bird at first, but as you focus your ears, you hear it again and manage to distinguish more subtleties to the noise. There’s a specific jerky rhythm to it and despite its distinctive critter sound, it has a familiar humanoid tone. It almost sounds like laughter.

Looking towards the source of the noise, you see a small glint of light, the subtle sparkle of an iridescent wing that caught a stray bit of sunlight before quickly hiding behind the dense foliage of the surrounding trees.

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FINN: Ooooh it’s a tiny little fairy!

JADE: No, Finn, it’s a-

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A sprite appears before you, drawing a tiny bow armed with an arrow so small it could pass for a needle. It chirps at you again.

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MARKUS: That’s adorable! Can I befriend one?

JADE: Ugh! I cast Eldritch Blast at it.

FINN: Noooo! The little baby!

BEN: Actually…

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As you raise your hand to ready your spell, you hear the laughter multiply around you and notice that many more of the small creatures now surround you. Seemingly in response to the first sprite’s chirp, the whole swarm simultaneously shoots you with their teeny tiny arrows.

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FINN: See? It’s not that bad, it barely does any damage.

Diego: Ooooh Finn, it’s not the size of the arrow…

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Hekate and Finnigan both fall unconscious from the soporific poison-laced arrows.

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FINN: Oh.

BEN: Finn and Jade, you go into my room and stay there while I tell Diego and Firouz what happens to them.

JADE: Wow! You’re really going all out with this.

BEN: Quick, quick!

MARKUS: Should I go too?

BEN: No, I need you here.

(Both Finn and Jade leave the dining room.)

BEN: (yelling) Oh and don’t mind the mess, I didn’t have time to tidy up today.

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FINN: How am I doing so far?

JADE: Not too bad for a first time. And now that you can tell your d20 from your d12, the world is your oyster.

FINN: Ha ha, very funny. But seriously, I’m not slowing the group down, am I?

JADE: Of course not, you’re doing fine, babe. Why are you getting so insecure all of a sudden?

FINN: I… Recently, I’ve been dealing with… “Stuff”… And sometimes, I worry that I’m dragging my… “Coworkers” down. Because I always need help and can't do… “Things” on my own.

JADE: Nice try, but I think you could be more vague if you tried hard enough.

FINN: I'm sorry, it's really something that I can't talk about.

JADE: Something at work?

FINN: Sort of… It's something that I thought was fun at first, but then, I learned that it's actually really serious and that a lot depends on me. And I'm worried I'll mess up and disappoint everyone.

JADE: Dude, relax, you wiggle your pee-pee at your brother's bar, you don't work in national security haha!

FINN: I… Well…

JADE: Look... I know you well enough to know you’re not dragging your “coworkers” down. Maybe you feel that way because there are things you can’t do on your own, but in the same way, there are things only you can do.

FINN: You think so?

JADE: Hey if it weren't for you (and caffeine) giving me faith in humanity, I would likely be a full-on murderous psycho by now.

FINN: Haha! Whatever did you do when we weren't talking?

JADE: A lot of unlucky men paid the price.

FINN: Poor innocent men.

JADE: Come on now, no one's really innocent.

***

BEN: (yelling) Come back guys, you’re about to wake up!

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Hekate and Finnigan, as your eyes flutter open, you find yourselves in the heart of a beautiful glade. The air is sweetened with the scent of heliotrope and freesia in full bloom, and a gentle breeze caresses your skin with the softness of a mother’s touch. The ground beneath you is impressively soft, a carpet of fluffy moss interwoven with delicate wildflowers, creating a large pillowy bed.

Tall, majestic trees surround the glade, their branches forming an artistic pattern of swirling arches that lets in the last glow of the twilight sky. As the last rays of sunlight reach out into the glade, they gently kiss the shimmering wings of a sprite here and a pixie there. The little creatures look much more at ease now, content to bask in the tranquility of the small piece of paradise around you.

In the center of the glade, a crystalline pool reflects the beauty of the surrounding flora, its surface shimmering with a gentle, magical glow. A majestic stag stands at the edge of the pool, its regal antlers reaching towards the heavens as it delicately drinks from the cool spring. The water ripples with each graceful movement, and the stag seems to radiate an aura of peace and ancient wisdom.

By the source, you can see Corentin and Azad, sleeping in the nude peacefully and apparently liberated from their affliction. Their armors and backpacks rest in a bed of white flowers, neatly arranged besides their resting forms. A faint smile can almost be read on their serene faces, hinting at their completely relaxed state.

As you take in the scene, your eyes are drawn to a figure standing at the opposite end of the glade. A dryad, her graceful form blending seamlessly with the surrounding trees, looks upon you with eyes that seem to hold the secrets of the forest. A gentle smile lights up her delicate face as if welcoming you to this enchanted haven. She-

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FIROUZ: Really? A nymph?

BEN: Yes, what’s wrong with it?

FIROUZ: Benji, most of us aren’t even into girls.

BEN: So?

DIEGO: If you’re gonna throw a sexy naked creature at us, why wouldn’t it be a hunk?

BEN: Well… Dryads are always female.

JADE: So much for equal opportunity!

BEN: Ugh! Fine!

***

The male dryad looks at you with an emerald gaze that holds millennia of untold secrets, and offers a warm, inviting smile. His ageless face exudes a rare beauty that whispers to your heart and reminds you of the excitement of your first love. Long locks of dawn-colored hair fall on his shoulders and entwine with the branches and leaves that adorn his sculpted body. Sylvan markings decorate his otherwise immaculate skin, making his divine physique into a canvas for the elegant artistry of mother nature. Under a small patch of fuzzy moss, his soft phallus rests heavily before a pair of full low-hanging balls.

You are positively smitten by him and can hardly contain your own growing excitement when he approaches you.

“Weary adventurers, welcome to my glade.” he begins. “I am Akastos, the guardian of this haven you call the Everhard Woods.”

“So you’re the one who brought us here?” inquires Hekate, unable to conjure her usual sass.

“Yes, I am.” The dryad responds. “My companions found you lost in the woods and brought you to me to protect you from the evils that have infiltrated our kingdom.”

“You mean like the vampire flowers?” Finnigan asks. “They got our friends.”

“Be assured  that your friends are cured and all they need now is rest,” says Akastos. “But you are correct.” His smile doesn’t fade, but his eyes suddenly grow sad. “Many of the creatures that call this forest home have been corrupted by the influence of a great evil from the south.”

The fighter’s eyes grow wide as he exclaims: “Could it be from the Golden Palace?”

“It is very likely the source, indeed.” the dryad replies.

“Perhaps whatever invaded the King’s catacombs is responsible.” says the Tiefling

“I would go and investigate it myself, but as a dryad, I am bound to this forest.” explains Akastos before directing his melancholy gaze at the stag by the pool. “And I couldn’t send one of my companions alone into certain danger.”

“Then we will do this for you, sir Akastos!” exclaims Finn.

“You are most kind.” The dryad smiles at Finnigan’s enthusiastic declaration, clearly touched by his generosity. He then gently strokes the human’s thigh before adding: “And the least I can do in return is offer you the sylvan ritual of purification.”

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MARKUS: Oh! Do you meant the same that-

DIEGO: Shush! They’re not supposed to know.

MARKUS: Oh right! Sorry for the interruption.

FIROUZ: I mean, they’ll know soon enough.

BEN: Ahem! You guys had your turn. Now it’s theirs.

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With a tenderness at once calming and energizing, Akastos approaches Hekate to kiss her while letting his hand dance along her companion’s leg. The dryad’s lips are soft and sweet like freshly harvested honey, but his kiss is passionate and intense like the bite of a venomous snake. As she returns his kiss, the witch feels her host’s hand along her back, gently untying the lacing of her armor with remarkable dexterity… Especially for a creature who doesn’t wear clothes.

Meanwhile, Akastos’s fingers inch closer to Finnigan’s codpiece, teasing him with a touch of his inner thigh one moment, and gliding along his ginger happy trail the next. In a moment of surprise, the fighter senses another caress along his back making its way towards his chest. Looking down, he sees a vine that spontaneously sprouted from the ground underneath him. The plant, although delicate in its touch, firmly seizes the buckles to his armor before untying them in a swift motion.

The magic of the glade radiates all around, enveloping the adventurers in the amber glow of the sunset as their host patiently frees them from their armor piece by piece, making sure to tease them with tender kisses and playful licks in the process. Before long, the dryad’s cock is at full mast, curving in an arch similar to the branches above, a beauty of nature that few will ever get to see. At its tip, a pearl of sweet dew dances in celebration of the creature’s arousal.

Akastos then focuses his attention on Hekate’s ample bosom, cupping each of the soft globes with his agile hands before making his way towards her nipples in a trail of kisses. As it reaches its destination, his mouth starts performing its magic on the most sensitive parts of the Tiefling’s blushing chest, letting his greedy tongue explore the smooth flesh before lovingly biting them to her delight.

Emboldened by the witch’s moans of pleasure under the dryad’s touch, Finnigan starts stroking his own growing monster, causing his precum to leak profusely, quickly coating his fingers and dripping in heavy globs down the throbbing veins of his manhood. Noticing the stream of arousal fluid, the dryad extends a hand towards the fighter’s glans and with a soft stroke, coats his own digits in the nectar. When he pulls them back, a long glistening thread bridges the space between his hand and the phallus, breaking only when he moves back towards the supine Tiefling. With a careful circular motion, he then spreads the fluid around her areolas, taking great care of titillating the hardened tips of her supple breasts, before hungrily getting back to his kissing, this time while also groping her stiffening cock.

Eager to take part in the ongoing adventure, the human abandons his own aching boner to concentrate on their host’s. As his face approaches it, he catches a whiff of the creature’s scent: a deep earthy musk mixed with vaguely sweet and heady notes not unlike those of the glade’s flowers. The intoxicating fragrance awakens Finnigan’s hunger even further and before long, his curiosity in regards to the flavor of the large member is replaced by a starving eagerness to taste it.

His face buried in the soft breasts of the demoness, Akastos lets out a muffled moan, both in surprise and pleasure.

Through her own ongoing thrill, Hekate manages to open one eye and take notice of her companion enthusiastically sucking the guardian’s organ. As he stretches his neck, trying his best to make his throat accommodating, the redhead fails to take the entire length in his mouth, but still makes do. As the hard member pulls back between his lips, a loud slurping sound hints at the fighter’s effort, once again stealing a moan from the dryad against her body, bathing her in the vibrations of his voice and the sensation of his warm breath on her exposed skin. Shaking her head in pleasure, she notices Finnigan’s overlooked cock at her side and decides to attempt a challenge of her own, grabbing it to direct it toward her mouth. Her fingers unable to meet across the sheer girth of the pole would have been enough to deter lesser adventurers, but her eyes full of bravery and lust, the Tiefling gets her first taste of her party member’s meat. The sweet and salty taste of the precum along with its lubricating quality turn out to be her allies in this endeavor and she manages to progress into giving him a proper blowjob. As if to show gratitude for the incoming attention, the ginger’s large member throbs and spurts a generous glob of its delicious pre-orgasm nectar in her mouth. Her own dick twitches in response, brushing against the dryad’s ribs.

Still eager to shower his guest in the most pleasurable of attentions, Akastos notices the involuntary signal of the well-endowed maiden and deftly repositions himself under her belly button. Leaving behind a trail of sweet pecks and passionate kisses down her sculpted abdomen, he finally reaches her groin where he finds a thick purple cock waiting for him. Fascinated by her circumcised organ, he soon starts worshiping it with his agile tongue, coating it with his warm saliva before swallowing it whole.

After much pleasure and preparation, the dryad invites his guests to take position for the completion of the ritual. Still facing the witch, he proceeds to flip her over, allowing him an unobstructed view of her smooth and perfectly round buttocks. Free of hesitation, he plunges towards her pink hole with his tongue, dutifully lubing and massaging the entrance. Following Akastos’s instructions, the fighter makes his way behind him and imitates him, preparing his host’s asshole and taking care to add a few fingers to his routine in an attempt to relax it for the trial to come.

Once all participants are ready, the dryad penetrates first slowly while making sure to orient his curve towards the witch’s magic spot. Beginning with only two or three, he’s soon filling her with six of his nine rock hard inches before a pained moan bids him to retreat.

“Fuck! That’s… That’s a lot.” says Hekate.

Despite his enthusiasm, Akastos shows care and patience, ensuring as much pleasure and as little discomfort as possible to his partner. And his patience is quickly rewarded as within a few minutes of her insides accustoming themselves to the dryad’s dick, Hekate begins backing herself onto it and eventually manages to welcome all of the creature’s long member in her with a deep whine of satisfaction.

“How do you want it?” asks Finnigan, his own enormous cock knocking at Akastos’s backdoor.

“I’m not a beginner.” the dryad replies, “I want you to show me how much of a fighter you are.”

Not questioning his host’s bold decision, the redhead eagerly grabs his giant meat and lines it up with the creature’s relaxed asshole. With a satisfying “pop” the well-lubed head enters the warm orifice, quickly pushed forward by the impatient fighter. At first enjoying the stretching sensation, Akastos gradually feels his hole being tested harder and harder, but despite a few gasps and grunts, he powers through most of it with admirable resilience and manages to stay inside the moaning Tiefling. Convinced that the human’s dick is finally all in, he allows himself a sigh of relief, hoping to lull the pain. His relief however, turns out to be short-lived as more ridiculously thick inches are rammed into him, taking his breath away. Only when he finally feels the fighter’s red pubes against his trembling buttocks, does he allow himself to breathe again. His ass threatening to rip apart, his insides on fire, and his stomach turned by the pain-

***

FIROUZ: Okay, that’s a bit much.

BEN: Have you ever taken Finn’s full cock? Raw?

FIROUZ: Point taken.

FINN: You’re making it sound like it’s not very fun.

DIEGO: Oh no, that’s probably the one thing you’ll never have to worry about, buddy.

JADE: I blame the tree-guy, he asked for it.

MARKUS: It’s a fantasy world with magic and monsters, you’d think there would be no limit to how much one’s orifices can stretch.

FIROUZ: Like an “ass of holding”.

BEN: Hey, I’m saying it’s painful, I’m not saying it’s not fun.

JADE: And here I left my fisting gloves at home.

BEN: Ahem!

***

-by the pain, are only equaled by the primal joy he feels knowing how much of that big muscular hunk is throbbing inside of him. In a moment of ecstasy, his own schlong twitches inside the Tiefling, making her gasp sharply.

Within a few minutes, the trio finds a satisfying pace and in a breathy moan, Akastos eggs the human on: “Harder!”

Listening to the dryad’s command, Finnigan backs up until a large portion of his monster cock comes out, covered in his churned precum, before sticking it back deep inside, past the dryad’s second hole. His maneuver sparks a chorus of moans in which he notices the witch’s voice joining their host’s. A cocky smirk spreads across his face as he finally understands Akastos’s intentions and begins fucking him mercilessly. Each of his forceful thrusts send a shockwave, not only through the dryad’s body, but also the woman’s.

Prone on the ground, Hekate’s body shakes from the overwhelming sensations inside her, feeling the incomparable pleasure of the forest creature’s cock filling her, but also the force of her companion’s thrusts behind him in a butterfly effect of euphoria. Her lips quiver and her breasts ripple with every blow, the two relentless men ramming even more pleasure inside of her than she even thought possible. With each jolt, she feels her dick, hard beneath her flat stomach, leak more precum than it ever has before and throb impatiently. Another push and she feels it rub between her soft skin and the velvety smooth moss. A spark becomes a flame, then a fire inside of her as she senses the rising pleasure. She wishes for the strength to hold it back, to prolong the ritual even for just a moment, but overwhelmed by the cocktail of sensations, she lets out a loud moan. A first spurt of thick white semen shoots from her overstimulated glans, then another, and another one, covering both her abs and the moss underneath her in rich spunk before dribbling the rest near her bellybutton.

At the same moment, the fighter’s aching cock also gives up its load. The first two shots coat the dryad’s insides before the ginger takes out his swollen dick, still spitting out its seed forcefully like an enraged dragon. The high pressure volleys quickly form a piece of abstract art all over the dryad’s cheeks and back before finally winding down into a slow oozing.

Satisfied with his guest’s participation, Akastos stands up and beckons them to kneel before him. With a glint of everbright lust in his eyes, he jerks his big wet pole in front of them, preparing to bless the adventurers with his gifts in the final part of the ritual. Two pairs of eyes look up to him, filled with thirst, as tongues lap in anticipation. The dryad’s breath grows shorter, his strokes faster, and his cock throbs even harder as it readies itself to shower the two adventurers in its sylvan seed. In a song of groans and moans he finally bursts, launching his cum in the air and splattering it across the two grateful faces in front of him. His almost never ending orgasm finally diminishes after he paints the Tiefling’s gorgeous breasts and the human’s hairy pecs. A last stream of spunk dribbles down his spent dick, prompting the two to greedily lap it up in a shared feast of sweet pleasure.

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And with this, the dryad’s cock begins to swell again-

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JADE: Okay, I think that’s enough… I came here to play D&D, not Fifty Shades of Green.

DIEGO: I don’t know, Jade, I think Finn’s enjoying it.

MARKUS: Huh?

DIEGO: You should come to this side of the table, man, he’s leaking through his-

FINN: Please, don’t talk about it or it’s not gonna go down! T_T

DIEGO: Seriously… No self-control.

BEN: Alright, alright! Let’s get back to some family friendly adventure! On the menu, beheading, blood, and gore for everyone!

***

So despite his undying enthusiasm the dryad allows the adventurers to wash up and invites them to rest in the glade for the night so that they can recuperate along with their sleeping companions. He assures them that the magic of the glade will keep monsters at bay.

As night falls, you get what might very well be your last chance at peaceful sleep. Your sleep is so deep in fact that the darkness seems to go by in a blink and when morning comes, you awaken to a stranger watching over you…

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