When it got closer to sundown, Cyril and the others were led back to the sanctuary and to a dressing area. Levine however paused in front of the rooms causing Uahna stop as well.
“Levine?” Uahna asked.
“My lady, if it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll skip this feast,” Levine said, “I have rations in my pack and I would like to see more of the settlement on my own.”
“I don’t see the trouble in that. Would that be alright, Levoti?” Uahna asked the female ranger.
“That’s fine as long as you don’t cause any trouble. You’ll be missing out though,” Levoti said.
Levine waved them goodbye as she went off on her own, wanting to be with her thoughts. Shortly after, the group arrived at a feasting area. They were dressed formal garb with themes of nature in their outfits. Though most of them were well fitted, Mikhaela required a tailor to assist in making a dress for her particular physique. Cyril and Anthony were both rather stimulated a little from the sight of their female companions in their elegant and tight-fitting dresses. Cyril however noticed that girls all were wearing special necklaces similar to ones given to himself and Anthony by the male rangers. The group was met by Karys and Elder Aukram.
“Welcome friends,” Karys said, “Sit and we shall feast.”
Aukram noticed one of the group was missing, “Where is your friend, Ms. Autuslaph?”
“She decided not to join us and explore the settlement on her own,” Uahna explained.
“I see,” Aukram said.
Our heroes sat down to dinner with Karys, his rangers, Aukram, and a few other members of the settlement. The meal was exquisite with delicious roasted beasts collected from hunting parties along delectable fruits and vegetables which tasted better than anything the party had ever eaten. Stories were exchanged among the two groups of past escapades and adventures while music played in the background and dryads danced in the garden. As the feast became reduced to almost nothing, Karys gestured to one of the servers for something and the server returned with an unusually shaped decanter.
Karys clapped and drew the feasting party’s attention, “As dusk approaches and the Dry`Auta will soon begin, we will now partake of the ceremonial cider.”
The natives clapped excitedly while our heroes joined in the applause with a bit of curiosity and confusion. Many of them had never tried Wood Elf Cider and wondered what it tasted like. Before the drinks could be served, Elder Aukram got up from the table.
“Are you not joining us, Elder Aukram?” Cyril asked.
“No, I’m getting a little too old to join in this ritual. Besides, I doubt many of you would like to see me under the effect of the Cider,” Aukram said and departed.
The party was curious to what he meant but put the thought aside to enjoy the feast. They each accepted a glass of the cider from the servers and drank of it. It tasted peculiar yet inviting. It was not some apple cider or the like but tasted sweet and fruity. It left a warm feeling in their bodies differently from a simple glass of wine, ale, or just plain beer. It was cozy and comforting yet stimulating. As the servers took away the plates, place settings, and the table itself, the party rearranged themselves to face the garden with the other guests while taking a glass or two more of the cider. They watched as the Dryads danced before noticing that several of them paired off into pairs of male and female. During the dance, the large flower started to slowly lower its petals.
The dryads seemed to dance closer together before embracing. It seemed romantic until things took an interesting turn. Our heroes noticed that some of the dryad couples began to do more than cuddling. Their hands began to explore the bodies of their partners, caressing backs, grasping rears, fondling breasts, and even jerking off penises. As their oral servicing of their partners went from kisses on the bodies to obvious blowjobs, Our heroes started to realize what was going on while feeling aroused themselves. Cyril who was close to Karys noticed that he and his fellow elves where enjoying the view and were even starting to grope or please themselves. Cyril had to ask what he felt may have been obviously answered just by looking.
“Karys, what is going on?”
“Why the Dry`Auta, the Dryad Mating Ritual. It happens once a year,” Karys explained, “And we shall partake in it as well.”
“Partake in a mating ritual? How and why do I feel so strange?” Cyril said feeling himself more aroused than ever.
“There are more female dryads here than there are males and many of them need company until a male is ready for the next female,” Karys said standing up, about to enter the garden, “You feel strange because the cider we gave you had a powerful aphrodisiac in it, Alraune Nectar.”
“Alraune Nectar, how did you get that-,” Cyril stopped as he caught a smell and looked towards the scent’s direction.
Cyril caught sight of the large flower Prince Anthony spoke of before and the petals had lowered fully to reveal a naked, beautiful elvish woman with green skin and hair. Her body was amazingly curvy with breasts the size of watermelons and wide hips. Cyril had heard of this being before but never seen one in real life. An Alraune and she was drawing him in.
Meanwhile, the rest of the party were feeling the affects of the nectar. Melon Flower after hearing what this banquet really was, tore off her dress, grew to human size, expanded her breasts and ass to a sizable degree and yelled out, “Hey Boys! Come on and have a taste of this beauty!”
A majority of the male guests were on the blonde fairy in a flash, jabbing their cocks in her pussy, ass, mouth, and getting in her hands or between her breasts. A few male dryads had gotten in on the action as well.
Uahna was getting a little more hot and bothered, removing her top and skirt to masturbate before Dolaendin appeared before her. He was stripped down to nothing and presented an erect cock standing at about a foot and a few inches long.
“Is this a good way to thank you?” Dolaendin asked.
“It’s a start,” Uahna said as she started to suck his large cock, having trouble trying to take the whole thing in her mouth but still doing a good enough job to please the large dark skinned elf.
Mikhaela moaned also trying to fondle herself while calling out for Cyril.
“Oh, Cyril! I need you! I’m so hot! Cyril!” Mikhaela cried before saying in desperation, “Somebody!”
While her student didn’t heed her call, Tiplu did. The Teal haired Ranger approached her and raised her blouse. Mikhaela was a little surprised.
“Ah! Tiplu!”
“Ms. Mikhaela, Your breasts are magnificent!” He cried out as he began to grope and suck her tits.
Mikhaela moaned as Tiplu began to play with her breasts. While this occurred, Levoti came up behind her and began to kiss her.
“Mmm, you’re lucky Mikhaela. Tiplu has a lot of stamina and he’s even better if you have big breasts,” Levoti said to her.
“Ummph, He does certainly like them but what if he t-tries to fuck me? I-i can’t make a pregnancy protection spell like this! Auhn~!” She said with a hint of worry.
“You don’t have to worry about that. The necklaces we’re wearing are charms with fertility wards on them,” Levoti explained, “We wear these every Dry`Auta to prevent Dryads from having hybrids. Now just relax and enjoy the ritual.”
Levoti then began to give Mikhaela a deep french kiss which the massively endowed sorceress reciprocated while Tiplu began to titfuck Mikhaela.
Prince Anthony was also drawn to the Alraune along with Cyril, both of them entranced by her beauty and smell she produced. She sat on the flower with her long shapely legs spread apart and showing off her pussy.
“Come to me~” She spoke in a sultry voice of milk and honey.
With this invitation and a come hither gesture from the plant woman, both men stripped down to their birthday suits and were on her in a minute. Kisses were exchanged between her and the two men, they swapped tongues with the plant woman finding her mouth to taste similar to the cider but sweeter and stronger. Their cocks seemed to become even harder and more aroused. Cyril in his aroused state, pushed Anthony off the flower as he began to pound the pussy of the emerald maiden. Her pussy was so tight and squeezing but was lubricated allowing Cyril to drive his cock into her at a fairly fast pace. The Alraune moaned as Cyril pounded his cock into her pussy hard and fast, almost savagely. Cyril began to grope and squeeze her breasts before starting to suck on them, getting a fluid from them much like her saliva and the cider.
Anthony got up feeling a little offended by the commoner rudely denying him the chance at the Alraune’s pussy. However, the Alraune turned herself and Cyril over, presenting her back connected to the flower and her plump backside to the perverse prince. Spreading her cheeks apart and exposing her anus to him, Anthony paid no mind why a plant woman would have an asshole and instead leapt on her thrusting himself into her. Surprisingly to him, Her asshole was more of a second pussy. Everything felt softer and squishier than compared to the constricted orifice of an anus of a mortal woman, it was even self lubricated. Prince Anthony continued to drive his prick into her rear and kissed her as he did so. While the two men fucked her, The Alraune adjusted herself and her partners with two tendrils with came out from her steam putting them in a more comfortable position. The two men however with their immense arousals and wild fucking quickly found themselves approaching an early climax. Cyril would generally have tried not to cum so soon but he was so aroused that almost in unison, he and prince Anthony released twin cum shots into the Alraune. The Alraune moaned with pleasure and after the shots subsided, she smiled.
“Mmm, that was delicious,” She said in a whisper.
The two young men despite their recent releases, continued to fuck and pound her holes with her alternating between the two to give them deep sticky kisses.
Melon Flower continued to receive quite a gang banging from some of the rangers and even a few of the male dryads. When one man had enough of one pleasure he swapped with another for a different service. After receiving a bit of anal, Melon Flower would find her ass briefly unplugged before feeling another cock drill into her ass. After one elf finished with her pussy, he would move on to her tits. A few of them left the bang out of exhaustion but were replaced by some different and more able men. Melon Flower had rarely gotten a gangbang and she found herself really enjoying it. So much attention, so much energy, so much cum and sex all at once. She was in heaven. She was also perfect for this kind of thing as she could adjust her body magically to make her stretched and gaping rear back to it’s tight, small, squeezing self again and ready for a new cock.
Uahna and Dolaendin also continued their fun. With such a long cock, Uahna began to apply her tits to Dolaendin’s shaft and caressed his massive manhood. Dolaendin of course didn’t sit back while she did this, thrusting his cock into her mouth and between her tits. Uahna’s large full bosoms slapped against his crotch as she rapidly received his hard cock. The Light Elf squeezed her breasts around the shaft of the dark skinned ranger, massaging and stroking it as the phallus jabbed in between them faster and harder. In the exhilaration of the titfucking and blowjob, Dolaendin quickly felt himself building to his climax. Finally, he released a thick stream of cum into Uahna’s mouth. The hot gooey fluid filling her mouth and she swallowed as best as she could. Dolaendin removed his cock from Uahna’s mouth but still remind fairly hard. Uahna was pleased, rolling over on her knees and presenting her pussy to the tall elf.
“Put it me! Put that big sword in my tight sheath!” Uahna said.
Dolaendin was hardly one to deny her as he thrust his hard cock into her vagina. Uahna groaned with pleasure and pain as she felt his cock pushed inside her and stretch her pussy around his member.
“Oh, Lady Uahna! Your pussy’s so tight!” He moaned as he began to thrust in her more and more.
Uahna simply moaned and cried with lust as she felt the immense cock thrusting into her. It felt so good. Her cries also brought the attention of a male dryad with a fairly large prick as well decided to use the open hole and began thrusting his cock into her mouth. Though the dryad was almost gaging her with it’s throat fucking, Uahna could really care less in her aphrodisiac-induced state.
Mikhaela was feeling similarly as she continued her threesome with Levoti and Tiplu. While she made out with Levoti, Tiplu continued to pound his thick penis into Mikhaela’s expansive cleavage. He was further bolstered by the sight of the two women exchanging deep kisses with one another. He thrusted harder and harder into Mikhaela’s breasts until finally he released his cum shot, splattering in the faces of Mikhaela and Levoti. Mikhaela and Levoti licked the cum off each others faces before swallowing and turning to Tiplu.
“Not bad but why don’t you put that somewhere else?” Mikhaela said hinting at her vag.
Tiplu acknowledged her suggestion then moved his prick down to Mikhaela’s pussy. He started to drive it in hard prompting Mikhaela to groan in agony a little. Tiplu probably wasn’t very big length wise but the girth of his penis was enough to stretch Mikhaela’s pussy. Luckily, She had already started to become wet during the titfuck and makeout, giving at least a little lubrication. Levoti herself hungered for a little more action than just making out with Mikhaela. Thankfully, somebody read her body language as she felt a large cock slap between her ass cheeks. She looked back and saw Karys.
“Can the chief get a little action here too?” Karys asked.
She smiled, “Sure. Go ahead, Chief. My pussy all for yo-Ooooh~!”
Levoti moaned as Karys drove his cock into her pussy hard and began driving it in fast and strong. Karys’ thrusts pushed her into Mikhaela’s breasts. With one tit in her face, Levoti began to suckle on Mikhaela’s right breast while groping the mountain of titflesh. Tiplu began to do the same thing with her left breast and nipple, sucking and fondling her breast. Mikhaela moaned and groaned as she had her tits played with and suckled.
Cyril and Anthony continued to fuck and drill into the Alraune. Both were receiving pleasurable kisses from the sexy plant woman. Were he not under the influence of the cider, Cyril would have realized that the Alraune’s mouth was coated in their nectar and their breasts secreted the nectar as well. As such, He and Anthony were being fueled by the nectar and they continued to fuck and pound her holes. Cyril squeezed her breasts together and shot some juices into his mouth. Anthony fondled and smacked the Alraune’s ass, causing the viridian vixen to moan and cry. They were in a completely lustful beast-like state before long where they got closer and closer until they finally give more and more massive cumshots. All of the group were in states of immense perverted heaven with their pleasure going higher and higher with climatic, gushing, oozing finales. For all involved in that Dry`Auta, it was a night to remember.
While her companions were off screwing their brains out, Levine walked around the settlement in the late evening. Though most people were asleep, the settlement was blessed with a very special flowers which glowed like street lamps in the dark. The place was so quiet and peaceful with only sounds of animals and insects being heard in the night. Levine stopped and sat on a bench and looked out on the settlement, contemplating her life and heritage. Her mind was woken from these thoughts by the squawk and trill of a fairy dragon who arrived on the bench. The small cerulean dragon approached her like a curious and friendly dog. Levine accepted the dragon’s company.
“Hello there,” Levine said offering her hand. The dragon leapt up on the bench and rubbed against her.
The Dragon trilled and yipped at her.
“Why thank you,” Levine said to the dragon as if it complimented her, “What’s your name?”
The fairy dragon trilled in response.
“I see. What a lovely name,” Levine responded back.
Levine began to pet the dragon like a house cat who curled up next her, almost purring with comfort.
“Impressive,” said Aukram as he approached her and the dragon, causing Levine to turn and see him, “I know spells which allow one speak animals and understand their speech. Some of our rangers have tried master such spells for tracking purposes.”
“Elder Aukram,” Levine said, “Good Evening.”
“Good Evening. I have seen many things in my time but never have I seen one of our light kin display such an effortless ability to speak to animals as if they spoke in Elvish or the common tongue,” Elder Aukram said finishing his thought as he came closer, “How did you gain such an ability?”
“It comes rather natural to me. It’s part of my heritage...and a very long story,” Levine said.
Aukram chuckled as he moved over to sit on the bench beside Levine and the Fairy Dragon, “My dear, I am an elf who has travelled across the breadth of Ranell. I have been a ranger, a soldier, a chieftain, and a elder councilor in my time. I have been with this settlement since it’s infancy. I am almost five hundred and seventy-five years old. I am just the type of person who enjoys a long story.”
Levine smiled and began to tell her story, “It starts with my grandfather. The Autuslaph Family have served as retainers and bodyguards for the Anaqua Family for generations and my grandfather joined members of the Anaqua House as part of an envoy to the Wood elf city of Rosaiar, in the northern area of Scorath.”
“I know of Rosaiar. Much like this settlement, it is a city where elves and fair folk live in peace together,” Aukram said.
“Yes. The envoy was sent during a time of war and Aguila sought to form an alliance with Rosaiar. While this was being discussed, My Grandfather explored the city and encountered a wood elvish woman by the name of Elinara,” Levine continued, “Over several other encounters, My Grandfather and Elinara grew to love each other and eventually married with Elinara leaving Rosaiar to live in Aguila. Shortly, there after Elinara gave birth to my uncles and my father, Rowan. When my father came of age, He wished to discover more about his wood elf ancestry. He left to Rosaiar and began to train as a ranger. After decades of training and duty, My father was not only viewed as a ranger but also gained citizenship to Rosaiar and was viewed as a true wood elf.”
“That is an honor bestowed upon only a few,” Aukram said.
“At the same time of my father’s acceptance as a wood elf, the Dry`Auta had come up and my father was invited to the ritual. During the ritual, My father made love with a female dryad,” Levine explained, “However, anti-pregnancy charms had not been created and several months later, my father was informed that the dryad whom he made love to gave birth to his child, a daughter.”
Aukram was amazed to say the least, “You are a dryad-elf hybrid. Amazing. Yet, your mother’s heritage is not as prominent.”
“Doctors and Clerics suggested that my father’s own mixed heritage may have made my elven traits stronger while I retrained a few traits of my mother’s people such as communicating with beasts and a connection to nature and the earth,” Levine elaborated, “I wonder what they would think of me if they were here today.”
“What they would think?” Aukram asked.
“That leads to the sadder part of my tale. My mother, whom my father named Lilah, disappeared one day to join with her dryad group who nomadic. My father raised me during my early life by himself but had to leave me in the care of my uncle, Onak, when he was called into service during the Alphaenon Elves’s campaign against our people,” Levine said somberly, “My father perished on the battlefield and I was left in my uncle’s care. He and his family raised me and trained me as a retainer and bodyguard for Lord Laeonis Anaqua’s Daughter, Uahna. Growing up alongside her as her servant and friend.”
“I see. You did not participate in the Dry`Auta to avoid being reminded of your parents,” Aukram said.
Levine looked remorseful as she looked down on the Fairy Dragon. Aukram noticed this and spoke once again.
“Yet, you have lived an impressive life. You are gifted in a way some can only dream of and have a group of good and loyal friends by your side,” Aukram encouraged, “Not to mention you and your friends shall bring peace between Grenlan and Wildan tomorrow.”
Levine smiled as Aukram stood up and went to his home. Levine remained there on the bench for quite sometime before deciding to go back to the Sanctuary.
Back in Wildan, Matrin sat in his office late at night since his page delivered a message from Icarnus stating that the back up from the Royal Casters had arrived and would be talking with him before they began their project. Icarnus finally arrived at the office with two others dressed in royal violet robes speckled with stars like Icarnus. However, that was the only similarity between the three. One of the two was a mountain of a man with short blue black hair and three scars on his face. His chiseled musculature accented by a tight sleeveless shirt spoke more of a veteran warrior than a mage. The other was a woman with tan skin and a green hair with an iridescence to it. Her form though in a modest top and skirt was clearly athletic with subtle curves to it. Matrin found the two rather intriguing.
“So are these two the leaders of the squadron you called, Mr. Icarnus?” Matrin asked.
“No, these two are the ‘squadron’, Mr. Matrin,” Icarnus corrected.
“What? Surely, a group larger than two would be more powerful than the threat in the forest,” Matrin reasoned, standing up from his desk.
“And would be overkill and a waste of man power. As an inspector for the Royal Caster of Cambino, it is my duty to judge the threat level of a situation,” Icarnus reaffirmed, “And I judged that this situation did not require such a large force. Apart from which, we need the larger majority of the guild on call in case a larger emergency should arise.”
Matrin grumbled and sat back down in his chair.
“Besides, I believe these two will be more than enough for the situation,” Icarnus said as he gestured towards the two wizards on either side of him, “I introduce Achaean Nymcae, veteran warmage of the Galmick Royal Forces, and Helena Lesaun, psionic elemental master. Both of whom with impressive power levels and skill. Additionally, I can provide support should some thing unexpected arise.”
“I see. Then what is the plan?” Matrin asked.
“Just before dawn, Nymcae and Lesaun will enter the forest and search for Prince Anthony, removing any trees that should prove obstructive. Once the prince is found and rescued, we will capture the abductors to see justice done to them,” Icarnus said.
“Not a bad plan. I’m behind it all the way,” Matrin replied.
“Very well, we’ll see you in a few hours in front of Magra Forest,” Icarnus said as he and the others left.
As they walked through corridors of the town hall, Nymcae spoke.
“It seems like sure a waste of our abilities,” He said, “Weeding out druid abductors and tearing down a forest.”
“It was the best option, Achaean. You two were both available and I trust your abilities,” Icarnus said, “Besides, I specifically requested Helena to come because of her heightened psionic perception. Helena, did you get any bead on Matrin?”
“I suppose you mean discerning anything deceitful from his aura?” Lesaun asked her colleague, “Well, it was strange. His aura was...clouded similar to a presence mask but his energy level may have just been low. Beyond that, there is something else about him.”
“Hmm, I see. We’ll continue with the plan we’ve told him but keep our guard up and our eyes on him,” Icarnus said as they returned to the Oak Haven.
After he was sure they were out of the building, Matrin left his office, went to the back of the hall, and opened the hatch to the cellar. Entering the Cellar, Matrin open a door revealing a chamber filled with mystical bric-a-brac, books, vials filled with liquids, light lacrima tinted red, and demonic symbols scrawled on the walls. Stooped on a table was an imp, eating it’s fill of a large rat. It tugged and ripped the entrails of the vermin with it’s small sharp teeth. He stopped when he noticed Matrin enter the room.
“Master!” The demon greeted, “You’ve returned.”
“Yes, Klamp. I have been told the Royal Casters will destroy Magra and the Grenlan elves for abducting Prince Anthony,” Matrin said.
“What about the herbs?” Klamp asked.
“True, I had intended to take the herbs and experiment with infernal corruption on them,” Matrin said, “However, I will take satisfaction in the idea of Grenlan being destroyed by my manipulations.”
“What about Princey?” Klamp asked.
“Knowing how the Grenlan Elves despise me and the fact that the Prince or a member of his entourage would more than likely reveal their connection to me, I foresee two possible outcomes,” Matrin said, “Either the prince was imprisoned or killed. Either scenario causes no problem to our plans. However, we will observe secretly should an opportunity or something unforeseen present itself.”
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