{I am so glad to be done with this one! I wanted it to be so good, and it took me forever to feel that it was ready. Heck, it took me forever to even get to the end! Multiple people means for multiple, often overlapping, pronouns, on top of not wanting to be confusing or leave anyone out or create any "plot" holes. I hope you enjoy this one, because dp is one of my favorite kinks, and so is sex pollen! I know it isn't October anymore, but I do plan on using more of these prompts to get the creativity flowing. Also thanks for the positive feedback I've been receiving, it really keeps me motivated!}
Sometimes people would try to cut through the Endless Wood. There were boundaries to its growth; it didn't cover the entire continent. It just seemed to be uncross-able. The terrain inside would shift around as you moved across it, forcing you to walk in circles until you died of exposure or predators.
Being the Wicked Witch allowed me a measure of control. The pact between the Wood and the Witch was centuries old, and honoring it was paramount to staying safe among the trees. So while others wandered aimlessly toward death, I strode purposefully to useful places, and always avoided where I knew the dangers grew.
There were animal dens to be aware of, and many different types of dangerous plants. The carnivorous ones were the least to be worried about; most were too small to consume a human anyway. But there were flowers with strange spores, mushrooms that carpeted places where nothing else could grow. These were the places I avoided most of all.
If I hadn't been skirting the patrol path of a giant cat I'd recently become aware of, then I wouldn't have been near the grove. It was a place I'd never had much reason to go near anyway, but the disturbing way the flowers in the trees seemed to blanket the ground with their pollen made me glad of that. But the side of the creek I was on bulged out at the curve, forcing me to walk within eyeshot of the small copse of trees.
Beneath the branches I could see movement, five or six people all standing very close to one another. The carpet of pollen was being kicked up beneath their feet as they shuffled around, and I noticed the air outside of the copse was also filling with dancing puffs of pollen.
My first instinct was not to breath them. I'd read about magical plants with the ability to influence animals with their pollen or their spores or their nectar. It was always best not to get any of it inside you, because you usually couldn't tell what the reaction would be, but it decidedly would not be pleasant.
I paused in my journey, hand cupped over my nose and mouth, trying to see what the people under the trees were doing. Maybe I could help them, but if they were all murdering each other, it was nothing I was interested in getting involved in. I heard no screams or shouts, and there was no blood staining the white carpet of pollen.
I dropped my pack in the deer path I'd been following and crept a little closer, being careful to keep my face covered and wishing I'd thought to wear a scarf on my head that morning. I'd just get close enough to make sure they weren't hurting each other. Honestly, I was a little curious about who they could be and what they were doing here, especially if they were human.
The trees had quite a bit of space around them, as if the other plants knew better than to block the view, so when I crept closer I was able to get a good idea of what was happening. First, I confirmed that they were human. Second, I noted that there were six of them; five men and a woman. Four of the men were more rough and muscular, the fifth man was well built but his grooming was more refined, and the lady was clearly just that. Obviously some nobles trying to traverse the wood, with four guards to keep them safe.
The third thing-and what came as a bit of a shock-was that they were all in various states of undress and copulation. The lady had a man at either end, holding her aloft between them and they sawed in and out of her, all three terribly disheveled but still mostly dressed. The other two rougher men were watching the threesome between grabbing fistfuls of each other's clothes and stripping them away, grinding against each other as much as they could. The man whom I assumed was a lord had unbuttoned his doublet and breeches and was stroking himself as he also took in the threesome.
I was instantly damp at the sight. One of the things I missed after being banished was being invited to parties. They would inevitably dissolve into either a group experience, or the sound of moaning and skin slapping coming from every bedroom. I missed fucking strangers, I missed being able to call two or three footmen to my room for an evening's entertainment. My hand slid down between my legs, pressing to relieve the ache that was forming there just as the man fucking the woman's mouth came with a shout.
He staggered back, cum dripping out of her open mouth, coating his cock, dripping to the ground between them. Immediately, the lord came forward and fed the lady his cock, which she gladly took and began sucking. The man that had pulled out of her was still hard, the tip of his erection an angry red from the suction of her mouth. As he gasped for breath, his eyes were riveted to the continuation of the threesome, and he reached down and began to stroke his sloppy length.
An idea of what was happening began to form in my mind. I needed to see a little more to be sure, though. I didn't have to wait long before the man fucking the lady let out a sharp shout that puttered out into a groan as he emptied himself inside her. He, too, stumbled back and was immediately replaced by one of the men who'd been stripped. In fact, both of the remaining men approached her together and one inserted the other's cock into her.
As before, the man who'd just cum gasped and panted, trying to catch his breath, but his cock never softened. It was slick and dripping, throbbing as though he hadn't cum at all. My mouth watered a little at the idea of how a cock that swollen would feel against my lips and tongue. I loved to feel a pulsing length filling my mouth, hard and unyielding but so soft and smooth. I bit my lip as his hand wrapped around his erection, square palm twisting on the head as he worked at stroking.
There was no doubt now. The pollen was an aphrodisiac of some kind. These people had probably been drawn to the beauty of the trees, breathed in the pollen as they passed, and now they were stuck. As for what this did for the plants, the tomes I'd been able to study suggested that they simply drove animals to dehydration, and used the bodies as fertilizer.
So now to decide what to do. More than anything, I wanted to join them. They'd switched around a bit, the lord had spent himself in the lady's mouth, and she was pulled up and held between the two remaining men. The one was still deep in her pussy, while the other was carefully fingering her ass. She moaned and cried and begged as best she could until he relented and slid slowly into her slippery hole.
I licked my lips. I wanted in. There was no way I wanted to get stuck in that grove though. I'd need to have just enough pollen in my lungs to keep up with them, but they'd need to come out of the grove if they were to survive. I was never much for plans, but hopefully my rough outline would work out.
I stepped to the edge of the copse, my toes just nestled in the pollen, and I let my hand fall from my face. I took a deep breath and let it out in a shout.
"Hey! Come over here! You fools! The trees will kill you!"
That seemed to do the trick. The three men not occupied with the lady turned toward me and began to stumble forward. I stepped backward slowly, leading them off of the carpet of pollen.
I could feel the effect of the pollen already. My body was hot-I worked at the laces of my bodice and chemise in an attempt to cool down-sweat making my skirts stick to my legs as I tried not to trip while walking backward.
The cool air rushed in against my heated skin as I loosened the tie on my skirt and dropped it, stepping out as I continued to lure the men further from danger. My bodice was open, and my chemise quickly becoming damp with the sweat that was building up in response to the fire in my belly.
Before I could slip out of the bodice, one of the guards lunged forward, his hands were wrapped around my upper arms. The grip was firm, but not painful, and I couldn't help that I moaned when I was spun around and lifted against a broad chest. My feet dangled, the lord and the approaching guard watched me with hungry eyes as the man at my back adjusted his hold to paw at my chemise, lifting the length of it to expose me to the heated gazes.
Rough fingers dug into my bush, searching the sweat damp curls for more wetness. It'd been nearly a year since my banishment, several months since the last time I'd encountered any friendly beings who might give me pleasure in return for the same. I was wet already, just from watching and anticipating-and, of course, the pollen dancing around my face.
His fingers slid inside me and it felt like fire; my pussy became a hot clenching maw, my head thrown back on a broad shoulder and I gripped the corded, hairy forearm across my middle with both of my hands. I gasped as he scissored the fingers, and a softer hand came to the crook of my knee, lifting my left leg up to allow everyone a better view and deeper reach.
