Isla caught sight of two more of the giant bugs headed towards her and pushed backward, propelling herself into the tree. The sense of comfort and well being filled her again. She felt the heartbeat of the tree, glacially slow, pumping the lifeblood of sap through its veins. The sun on her leaves felt like she was being caressed with bubbles that were absorbed into her. She giggled and fell out the back of the tree.
"They're fleeing," the accented voice announced with a trace of puzzlement.
"Not this one," the masculine voice said.
Isla reached her hand out to the tree. The bark was solid and her hand patted it. There was a sense of welcome, almost invitation, from the plant. She remembered where she was and looked around the tree to confirm the bugs were gone.
She spotted a short man wearing metal armor, a conical, horned helmet, and with a face that was mostly beard. He was levering a double-bladed ax as tall as he was out of the corpse of one of the insects. A man with a mahogany complexion dressed in black silk and leather was slowly turning to scan the forest with a blade held in each hand. A third man in browns and greens was wiping ick off a long blade and sliding it into a scabbard at his waist.
"What the hell?" she demanded.
They turned to look at her and froze.
"What the hell?" she repeated, standing and walking towards them. "How is this possible? I didn't put on any VR glasses. What kind of game is this?"
"Thank you, Jesus or Kent," the short man muttered.
"This isn't what the game is usually like," the man in black protested. "I've never experienced this."
"I think we're actually in the game," the green man muttered. "Neil, you're Magnus Skalleknuser."
The short man looked at his hands and arms. "I am?" He reached up to his face with both hands and stroked the lush beard that covered the lower half. "Cool. And you're Gareth Truesword and you're Chako."
"Chaakoo," the dark man corrected him. "Get it right."
"Actually, I think I'm poisoned," the green man said and fell to his knees and then on his face.
"Shit! Cooper!" Neil yelled and rushed forward to take a knee next to his fallen friend.
"Roll him over," Akash ordered. They manhandled him onto his back and the bloody wound on his upper thigh was plain to see.
"We need to get a healing potion into him," Akash stated.
"That won't fix the poison," Neil protested.
"No, but it will keep him alive until we can get him a restoration," Akash rejoined, rummaging in a pouch at his belt and producing a small glass vial.
"We're a day away from the baile," Neil protested as Akash pressed the vial to Cooper's blue lips. He looked up at Isla, who was looking down at the scene in horror, and stood up and took her hands in his. "Hey, Isla. Pretty freaky start to the game, right? Except we're sort of actually in the game and Cooper's been poisoned and there are only two ways to keep him from dying. One of them is a day away at the edge of the forest and we won't make it and Cooper will die. The other is for you to give him a blowjob and suck the poison out."
"What?!" she snapped.
"Not a lot of time here, Isla. Your character is Nympho the healslut. You're a nymph that Cooper enslaved and you have the magic power to heal and the way you deal with poison is by sucking it out of our dicks. You've done it for all of us more than once and I need you to get started on Cooper before he dies because I don't know what happens to him if he does that while we're in the game," he blurted.
Isla stared at him.
"Sorry," he apologized and reached up to grab her by her green hair and pull her down and forward. She stumbled to her knees and he pulled her head down to the recumbent Cooper's crotch. She saw Akash's hands pulling down a pair of off-white, linen underwear to reveal a thatch of blond pubic hair and a comically large, but still flaccid, penis.
"Hey!" she protested, trying to reach Neil's hand but having to use both hands to avoid falling face first into Cooper's crotch.
"We are our characters, Isla," Akash said in his comically exaggerated accent. "We have their skills. Neil knew how to use his ax, I knew how to throw my knives. You know how to do this. Just... get out the way of your character. Let your mind go fuzzy."
"Fuck you, Akash! You suck the poison out of him. I'm not playing your pervy game anymore! I want to leave the table!" she screamed.
Neil pushed her face down until it made contact with Cooper's penis and she flinched at the smell. Smell? No, it was something else. When she pushed back against Neil's hand she saw black lines on Cooper's body. Except... It was as though she was looking through his clothing. The lines were radiating out from his thigh, like weak tendrils of plant roots. One of them, a really big line, seemed to go directly to his chest. To his heart. As she had that thought she saw/sensed the panicked pulsing of his heart spreading the poison through more of his body. And it was already starting to weaken. She saw it all and while her brain marveled at the sight, her body acted.
Isla took Cooper's soft flesh entirely into her mouth and her hand reached forward to cradle his heavy balls. She could feel her breasts hanging beneath her chest as she moved her tongue on him and then her mouth. He was starting to harden, but slowly, too slowly. Her hand slid between his legs, fingertip searching for, then finding his anus. She pressed inside, finger burying in him and then curling back to stroke his prostate. Neil had released his hold on her hair and Cooper's cock nearly sprang erect under her manipulations and she couldn't take all of him into her mouth. She used her free hand and her knees to readjust her position and then relaxed and lowered her face until her nose hit his pubis, buried in the pale thatch of pubic hair and the top of his cock in her throat. She bobbed back up, and then down, establishing a quick rhythm and continuously moving her finger tip inside him. She sucked on him and the poison seemed to flow towards his cock. Again she sucked, and again, and the poison became a dark blot between his legs, in his balls, and she bobbed down quickly and painfully knocked her nose against his flesh and swallowed.
The poison flowed out of him with the cum, squirting down her throat and into her mouth as she moved on him, sucking hard because it seemed to pull the poison from him. When she saw no more of the darkness within him she pulled her mouth away and kneeled upright, gasping for air.
"I wish I'd been poisoned," Neil whispered to, he thought, himself.
Isla raised a hand to her mouth, wiping the cum away from her lips and chin and then her breasts. Her naked breasts. She looked down
"Why am I naked?" she yelled. Then she bent over and threw up, emptying the contents of her stomach onto the ground between Cooper's legs.
"Yeah, you shouldn't swallow poison," Akash pointed out, gathering her hair in a hand and holding it above the splash of the vomit.
"Nympho?" Cooper muttered, struggling into a semi-upright position and looking at the top of her head.
"Isla," she corrected him and then a foul burp erupted from within her. "But tell me more about 'Nympho'," she ordered.
"Shit," Cooper swore and lay back to just breathe.
"I'll tell you," Neil volunteered.
"Good. But give me some clothing, first. Give me your cloak, Akash," she ordered.
The man released her hair and stood up. "Not going to work," he told her as he swept the cloak off his shoulder and onto her shoulders. "Don't throw it in the vomit," he added.
Isla wrapped the black silk around her and stood up, backing away from the vomit, and Cooper's spread legs, and his flaccid but still intriguingly large cock.
"Go," she ordered Neil.
"Thinking about it, I already kind of," he began.
"Do. It. Again," Isla ground out.
"Right. Kind of stressful the first time. A little rushed. Okay, so my character is Magnus Skalleknuser, skullcrusher, and I'm a dwarf fighter." He gestured to himself, trying to get her to take in the clothing, the armor, and the physical differences. "Your character is named Nimfeach and I think it literally means nymph."
"It does," Cooper groaned.
"Cooper here enslaved you with some cunning magic and you are the healslut for our party of adventurers. All your magic is sex-based. Which is why we call you Nympho. That and it's easier to pronounce than that Irish stuff."
"Gaelic," Akash corrected him.
"Whatever," Neil brushed the correction aside.
"Irish Gaelic," Kent groaned. No one paid him any attention.
