Note: This story is technically a continuation of Solveig's Lair, but it's not essential to read it before this one. Its events are briefly referenced in the beginning but it otherwise has nothing to do with this one besides featuring the same human. Caelan just keeps running into monster ladies that want to bully and fuck him.
Contains: Femdom, Heavy Degradation, Light Vine Bondage, Aphrodisiacs, Fellatio, Anal Play (on a male character), Nipple Play, Edging, Overstimulation, Brief Creampie Eating.
Between the Flowers
Caelan stopped and set up camp much earlier than usual that day. Sometimes the days-long treks between towns wore on him; plodding down the path on his horse, becoming accustomed to having a sore ass, and only rarely seeing another person. There were times when it was nicer to pick out a quiet spot and disregard any responsibility for the day.
It was around an hour after midday when he dismounted Bandit and led her off the road and into the woods. There was a flat, relatively clear space a little way in where he chose to settle. He relieved Bandit of her saddle and his gear, letting her roam untied; even when spooked, he could always trust her to return to him. She set about feeding on the grass, her dark brown coat dappled by the sun streaking through the leaves above.
Caelan set up his tent and readied a small fire pit for when the night's chill arrived. He relaxed at the base of an old oak, heaving a contented sigh before lighting his pipe. An aromatic scent surrounded him as he indulged. He sent a few smoke rings up into the canopy, watching them lazily waver and dissipate as his thoughts wandered.
They landed on Solveig of all things; that beguiling,Ā insatiableĀ beast. It had been a little over a week since Caelan left the area she inhabited. Mainly because of her, he spent more time there than he originally intended. She made for more than interesting company. He visited her many times after that first sensual encounter, sometimes winning her lewd game and other times losing. But he had departed on an intensely satisfying victory.
He reached into his pocket to retrieve his prize. The polished coin glinted in his hand. It was of an ancient, outdated currency and he probably could have sold it for a hefty sum. But he elected to keep it as a memento. Solveig had taken exceptional care of it for so long and part of him detested the thought of it gathering dust in someone's collection. As he danced it across his fingers, nature called.
Caelan snuffed his pipe and stood, dusting the dirt from his backside. He turned to his horse before stepping out into the woods.
"If anyone tries to make off with my shit, you kick their knees backwards, alright?" he told her.
Bandit snorted loudly against the ground. He imitated the sound back to her and chuckled.
"Good girl."
Caelan walked a long way out, not wanting to piss anywhere near his campsite, and did his business against a tree. He was set to return when he began to hear noises. They were strange in this setting, but not unfamiliar in the slightest; distinct moans of pleasure. The realization rooted him to the spot. Who would be out here fucking in the middle of nowhere?
He knew he should ignore them. Leave whoever was to their private passions. But he ultimately followed his curiosity--and his dick--in their direction.
Mentally cursing himself the entire way, Caelan stepped lightly through the grass.Ā Just for a little bit, he thought. Enough to make some memories to use later. The voice grew louder as he approached. He hoped that those amorous sounds and the distraction of the acts causing them would make certain he wasn't found out. He kept his ears strained but still startled a bit when there was movement in his peripheral.
Caelan ducked behind a tree, heart pounding with equal parts shame and excitement. He poked out his head and sucked in a breath at what he saw. About thirty feet away, standing at the foot of a wide trunk, was a young woman; not human.
She had rich, green skin and white hair that had a tinge of yellow and fell about her shoulders. On either side of her head were two large, golden flowers. From their centers grew long tendrils that cascaded down her back, their ends reaching her mid-calf.
Kneeling in front of her was another plant-like woman. It was harder to make out her features, but she was pear-coloured. Large, wide leaves made up her shorter hair; slightly darker than her skin and fading to reddish-pink towards the tips. She was licking at her partner's pussy and doing a good job of it if the moans she was garnering said anything.
"Mmm!Ā Fuck, Priscilla!"
Caelan watched on, transfixed. He could see Priscilla's arm moving, certainly touching herself. She had a plump, round ass and his mind was swiftly filled with images of the way it might bounce with a rough pounding. Heat began to pool in his groin.
They were both so damn gorgeous.
The first woman's moans and whimpers had raised to a higher pitch. Her hips rocked against Priscilla's face, one hand buried in her partner's leafy hair while the other teased her own breast. She fondled the whole of it, trapping her nipple between two fingers so she could simultaneously roll and tug at it.
The quick look Caelan intended turned to minutes. His cock had started twitching insistently.Ā No, I can't go that far, he told his wavering resolve. He wasn't some dirty voyeur lurking in the shadows. But then why couldn't he tear his eyes away? Why couldn't he move? The impatient throbbing was getting harder to ignore.
Breath and pulse quickening, Caelan gripped himself over his pants.Ā I'm fucking disgusting,Ā he thought. He sucked in his lower lip against a hiss, gently stroking the shaft with his thumb. It took the edge off but he ached to bury himself in someone. To sink into the warmth of a lust-swollen cunt. He was holding back a moan when he became aware of something wrapping around his ankles.
Before he could properly process it, his feet were yanked out from under him. He was sent crashing to the forest floor. A breath left him in a pained yelp before he was dragged a long distance across the grass and dirt. He cried out as his world shifted jarringly and he was hoisted into the air, all too suddenly hanging upside down between the two women.
"Caught you!" came a sing-song voice.
It had come from the darker-skinned figure in front of him--whose face he was level with. Her eyes were strange; a vibrant, otherworldly green with three dark pupils in each iris laid out in a petal-like array at the center. There was no anger in her tone. More like Caelan had been found out in a game of Cheat.
"Shit, I amĀ soĀ sorry, ladies. I--," he began.
"Ladies, he says," scoffed Priscilla from his side. "If you're looking for prim and proper, you're sure as Hell not gonna find it here."
The other woman giggled. "You found Polly and Priscilla instead."
"And we'reĀ farĀ from the road, so let's not bother with the 'just passing by' excuse, okay?" Priscilla said.
Caelan's face was hot. And not just from his hanging position. He was wracking his mind for any sort of explanation, but he really had none. Polly's hands cupped his cheeks, turning his head this way and that as she grinned.
