I trek through the dense forest, clutching onto the map that was handed to me in the dingy tavern. The trees tower above me, blocking out the sun and casting shadows that seem to stretch on for miles. I thought I was prepared for this adventure, but boy was I wrong. The sweat is pouring down my face, and my backpack feels like it's about to burst at any moment.It's hot and humid, and the ground beneath my feet is soft and spongy. A light drizzle begins to fall, making the leaves on the tree branches sway and bounce. The constant dripping makes my nose itch and forces me to wipe my forehead repeatedly. I stop just for a moment to check there are no purple clouds. In the meantime, the drizzle stops entirely and the sky clears up, leaving the sun to shine brightly once more. The forest remains quiet. No birds sing, no animals rustle in the underbrush, and no insects buzz. It's eerily silent, save for the occasional drip of water from a nearby leaf. A strange noise catches my attentio

As the fire crackles and spits molten embers, the orange glow casts a warm light on Bree's face. Her dark hair frames her sharp features. Her thin upper lip gives her an air of authority, even when she isn't speaking. Her gaze is locked upon me, and I'm afraid to look away. Bree has been haunting my dreams ever since that night in the cave. And now, here she is. In front of me. With the same lustful eyes she had that night. But today, her beauty comes with something else— a different kind of heat. Like we're two pieces of the same puzzle. It's a feeling that terrifies me, and yet I want it more than anything. The shadows dance across her skin, and her blue eyes sparkle in the firelight, reflecting the flickering flames as she moves closer to me. Despite the sweat and dark blood that covers her, she's still stunningly beautiful, her full breasts heaving with each breath she takes.Without a word, she walks past me, her fingers trailing lightly across my arm as she goes. I can't help

Bree and I walk through the forest, surrounded by tall trees and dense undergrowth. Bree leads the way with a confident stride, her daggers neatly tucked at the small of her back. Meanwhile, I follow behind her, trying not to trip over roots or branches."Are you sure we're going the right way?" I ask, trying to keep up with her. Bree looks over her shoulder and grins. "Relax, David. I've been wandering through the woods since I was a kid. Forests are like a second home for me. We'll be fine as long as we don't go poking our noses where they don't belong."I groan. "Great. So much for my plan to stick my nose into every creepy-crawly hole we come across.""Just follow me and I’ll keep you out of danger,” Bree says with a wink. "I'm a master of avoiding danger. I once outran a pack of wild llamas."Bree raises an eyebrow. "Llamas? What are those?""Real vicious animals. You don't want to mess with those guys. They'll rip your face off.” My joke falls flat, and I sigh. "What other kin

The witch nods to a table behind her, and I walk over to it and grab one of the chairs. It creaks loudly under my weight, and I know she's heard it when she turns to me again.She takes a seat on a large, old throne-like chair, watching me with amusement."I need your help," I say, my voice cracking slightly.She arches an eyebrow. "My help? And what makes you think I would help the likes of you?"How should I start? The Weaknesses Insight mentions a soft spot for flattery and compliments. "Well, I've heard that you're the most skilled and powerful magic wielder in these lands," I say, laying it on thick. "Your reputation precedes you, Ethel. And you, well, you're simply stunning. Your beauty is legendary." I give her my best charming smile, hoping it will work.“You’ve started out well.” Ethel leans back in her chair, a small smile playing on her lips. "But you have to raise your skills in flattery. This cheap nonsense will get you nowhere, David."I inwardly curse myself for not go

Ethel’s weight delightfully presses against my erection, which painfully grows by the second. “Something here pokes at my butt cheek.” With a sly grin, she slithers a hand inside my pants. “I have to see what’s bothering me.”The witch’s innocent excuse earns a chuckle from me, followed by a groan of pleasure as her finger traces the outline of my hardness. Her fingers stroke up and down my shaft, causing my hips to buck involuntarily, almost forcing my cock from her grip. Her fingertips slide over the tip, rubbing sensuously against it. Ethel moans. "Oh my, this is much bigger than I expected."My cock twitches from the excitement of hearing those words. But I won't allow myself to lose control; not yet. With a smirk, I reply, "It's not fully up yet. I thought you'd seen my cock before with your bird."“He watched you and your friend from a distance. I couldn’t make out much about your length.” I pull my head back to look at her, my lust overwhelming my common sense. “Do I measu