“This might be bad, the fact that Gytha got affected, and so do I who gained the charm immunity from Master Fritzi, mean the mechanism of this spell isn’t as simple as aphrodisiac and seduction.” Adra put Chesy’s helmet back to hide her blushing face which complemented her ginger hair. “Though at least I can keep thinking straight thanks to Master. But my body felt like burning, it’s unsettling.” The half-mer walked back to his driver's seat. “Wait… Staas’ charm (spell) also can pierce my immunity, does that means these mists were created by the Shaman?” “If they are, then we only have a tiny bit of hope of suppressing it, let alone curing it.” The ride is now back on track and Adra once again spanked Chesy hard, to tell her to go on with her steps. Yet this one is harder than the one before, as he got influenced by the lust which he continued to breathe in. The squeal of the centauride could be heard echoing through her helmet. The pain she gained turned to pleasure, it’s retract
“With haste, Holy One. Better not left the Mistress waiting.” The leader of the dark elf bunch waved her hands to hurry their steps. “This place is… lively?” Staas’ experience at Blackswamp wasn’t enough to make him realize what’s that noise mean. Gytha on the other hand was too busy clinging every part of her body onto the boy as her lust keep growing stronger and stronger. He didn’t seem to be bothered by it, however. “Miss! Can you at least make us clear from the mist before we go?” Adra got annoyed by the dark elf’s nagging, he got his own problem to solve. “Or just her is enough!” He pointed at Gytha. “You can’t possibly demand us to talk to some higher up with a mind full of lust!?” “Uhh… okay? I’m sure the Mistress can take that excuse.” The dark elves suddenly removed the tiny bit of fabric that covered their most important regions. “What in Father’s name are you doing!?” Adra snapped with his face completely cooked. “Huh? Weren’t you ask us to clear your lust?” Those gir
“This place… it felt more like a village than a tunnel.” As the guide and the party went through, their way was bright with purple light. Although it was not magic or road light, they came from all the houses built as the tunnel’s wall. Lines and lines of windows could be seen enlightened and sometimes opened, with demons living their life inside. Chatting, laughing, playing with their children, all the normal stuff you would see and hear from a lively village. “There’s not a lot of moaning, huh?” Adra wondered from his driver’s seat as Chesy pulled their [House Cart]. “Of course not, residents of Lustmist are quite civilized when having intercourse.” A petite dark elf girl with tomboyish short hair popped her head out of their wagon, as her bunch guided the party. “Screams and moans are human’s things, we only get loud when servicing your kind.” She said to the half-mer. “I- I see… though I’m not fully human, miss.” Adra’s left eye began to change shade into a deep blue. The gir
Far deep in the forest, in the year 1612, there was a tiny cozy house, in which a boy sleep inside its only room, above a single bed, covered by the moonlight coming from the bedside window. *Slam!* Yet silence suddenly broke away. The door was violently opened by a girl in a white dress, using nothing but her foot. “Hey, Staas! Wake up! You promised to accompany me.” The sweet sound of her grumpy voice loudly called and took the boy away from his dreamland. “Eh…? Promised?” He raised his body from under his blanket, glaring at her with his sleepy eyes, after rubbing it clean with his index fingers. “To gather the dawn herbs, remember?” The girl walked closer and with a change of a warm smile, she answered. Her twilight green eyes gazed at him brightly, while her long brown hair with the color of tree bark was blown away by the passing wind, which came uninvited from the wide-opened door of this room. Hearing her words Staas tu
As the dawn came, Staas and Gytha began collecting the herbs according to the list written on her note. They're supposed to be on a race against the hungry rabbits, but somehow those creatures went missing after just a couple of minutes. "Hmm… do rabbits have a low appetite? Or their lungs are just… tiny?" Even for Gytha who've been on the hunt for herbs for years, this occurrence is somewhat bizarre. "By the way Gytha, you never told me the use of the ones we're collecting…" Now that there's no rush in their endeavor, Staas can calmly initiate a chatter with the girl. "Oh, is that so? Hehe, my deepest apology, Staas." She answered in a mocking sarcastic manner. Although the boy didn't seem to be bothered by it. "Last night, before I came to you with this request, a stag was found wounded near the village trees (wall) by the dryads." She began dictating the answer he sought. "An infection occurs in one of his limbs, that's why we need
A scream broke, piercing the air with its screech and pressure. It was a desperate warcry. The knight came running towards Staas, but with all the loud noises and burdens in his mind, the boy was still stricken in shock, unmoved while his whole body trembled in disbelief. Yet all of the sudden, the number of footsteps grows. There's another one that came rushing towards him. It was Gytha, and hastily she grabbed the absently Staas, pulling him away from the knight as fast as she capably could. But it's all too late, she must use a desperate means to protect the boy from that icy blade. In such critical moment, she turned Staas’ body, putting herself between him and the knight, covering him as a meat shield from the incoming attack. *Slash!* And the knight struck his sword, cutting deeply into Gytha's back, immediately taking away her consciousness from the tremendous pain he caused her. The wounded girl brought Staas back to reality. A
Even though his eyes profusely glowed, Staas didn't use any of his newfound power to help him with this one strike. All the sheer force accumulated on his foot was from his strength alone. *Smack!* Full-on rage, he kicked the knight right on his chest. The sound it made was so loud, it could be heard through the entirety of the Fatherwood Forest. Even animals started running away, fearing they might get caught in his wrath. "Ack—" The impact was beyond powerful, blood puked out of the knight's mouth. It was enough to fill his helmet till no air was able to reside. His body was thrown far away at a speed faster than the wind itself. All the trees on his trajectory bend their trunk to let the knight fly through beyond them, and they moved as elastic as a wiggling rubber. His body was lost from sight, no one knows how far he went from just a single kick. At the same time, his horse was still standing straight beside Staas, although it was
After a long walk through the forest, the boy finally arrived at his destination. He carried Gytha right below his chest while strapping a vine of a plant he grew with his newfound power to his back, and a spear he stole from the knights was attached to it. In front of him stood tall a lone gate, covered in plants, shrooms, and mosses. From a naked eye, the gate leads to nothing. It just remained there in the middle of the forest resembling some abandoned stuff that humans left. But for the nymphs and Staas, that gate will guide them to the keepers of this forest, entities that have outlived many lives for hundreds of years, some even more than a thousand. “I stand before the greatest judge! The law of existence itself!” As he shouted the spell, the gate began to tremble. Then clack! The sound of a lock being unlocked. The gate opened its door, and from it crawl out bright light, along with white mist which slowly creeping through the air. What can be