Twilight Fungi

I woke the next morning in my tent to a welcome sensation. The fog of sleep cleared slowly and I remembered that I was not alone. I felt warmth between my legs and a groan escaped my lips when I looked down at the tangle of hair that belonged to Sylvia.

My hard cock slipped from her mouth and we locked eyes.

"Good morning," she said as she began to slow stroke my cock with one hand. She smiled teasingly while her other hand found my balls to which she gave a playful, but not painful, squeeze.

I feigned anger and she turned her attention back to my balls, licking and gently sucking on each of them in turn. Every stroke of my cock in her fist produced more precum that joined the lubrication from her saliva.

I surrendered myself to her touch and took in the faint scent of the morning desert outside mixed with the growing odor of our arousal.

Wanting to be back in the warm recesses of her mouth, I grabbed Sylvia's fire red hair and guided my cock back to her waiting lips. She understood my need and swallowed me with purpose this time. In a few moments, I found myself gently fucking her face.

I rose to kneel on my bed roll for more control, keeping my cock inside her mouth. She moaned as we adjusted positions, with her laying on her side. I held her beautifully freckled face with both hands and thrust my cock with purpose deeper toward her throat. My desire grew and her tongue played with the head of my cock on every thrust. It didn't take long for me to reach the brink.

My hands stopped guiding her head and she continued to nurse my cock with her wonderful mouth. My right hand went to explore. It found a large soft breast with a very hard nipple. I continued down her body until I began to feel the fuzz of hair between her legs. Gossamer strings of her wetness had already embedded into the curly red hair of her pussy.

I leaned a bit to the side so I could insert two fingers inside her. She moaned at the intrusion and my cock briefly left her mouth.

"Fuck, do you feel how ready I am for you?" she purred "I'm the wettest thing you're likely to find in this desert. Unless you're willing to take a dip in the chasm out there."

"Not when there's a moist chasm right here." I offered, and began to massage the walls of her pussy.

We continued like this for a few moments, pleasuring each other, before she crawled to the other side of my bed roll.

"It's early, no one's up," she said with a sultry tone. "If you like, I can make breakfast." she said while spreading her legs wide for me.

As I watched her legs separate, her pussy revealed the full extent to her arousal. Some of her honey cream slowly leaked out and it was a perfect invitation for my tongue. Her legs shook a little bit as my lips enclosed over her clit, prodding it gently. My tongue traced the silken lips of her labia before diving deep into her pussy, gathering some cream. Her moans started to become guttural.

My hand took a small detour and pulled one of her large tits out of her night dress. I began sucking on the hardened nipple. My saliva and her cream combined on her breast to make it slick and sensitive. I teased her nipple with my tongue before pinching it lightly between my teeth.

She squealed a little and pulled my face up to meet hers. She swept her tongue across my lips, tasting herself. We began to kiss deeply as I aligned my manhood with her glistening pussy. I entered her in one long slow thrust and felt her sweet warmth wrap around me. Then I began to slow pump rather deeply into her wetness.

After a few minutes of forceful fucking her breathing rapidly changed and I began to bring us both to orgasm.

She rubbed her clit until her face began to contort. My own climax was coming and I was wistful that this wonderful scene would be over soon. My left hand gathered some of the plentiful natural lubricant that Sylvia was creating as I pleasured her and I began to lightly tease her ass with my fingers. I didn't penetrate her, but merely added sensation. Gentle, wet pressure on her butt made her very close to cumming.

I could not not wait anymore however.

"I'm cumming. Fuck, I'm cumming Sylvia!"

"Yes, fill me up Henrik. Fucking make me yours," she groaned as I exploded into her, pumping my dear Sylvia full of my hot white cum.

But I didn't stop my assault on her pussy, knowing that she was not quite yet there.

"Don't stop, I'm so close Henrik. Make me cuuuummmm!"

And cum she did. Her agile legs wrapped around me and locked me into her creamy cunt. Her legs tremored and slowly her orgasm subsided.

We laid in a tangle, sweating from the rising heat of the day. Sylvia curled up next to me and began to idly play my balls in a soft and tender way. We were both becoming more comfortable sharing our bodies with each other and it was nice, I had to admit.

I took a handful of her naked breast again and played with the nipple, keeping it stiff. Her nipples were plump and beautiful, just like her. I gave it a kiss before starting to get dressed.

We both headed off in separate directions before anyone noticed. We didn't need to keep it quiet, but I think we both enjoyed pretending.

-

The sun was unrelenting today. I stood outside by the chasm where the expedition was proceeding.

The scaffolding down into it was nearly finished and at mid-day I was joined by Aladria and Phila. Mother and daughter looked resplendent in almost all white, wearing layers of well ironed linen. They both looked like treasures waiting to be found behind the next dune.

Phila had insisted that we repeat our tea date and had decided to include her mother this time. I greeted both of them and their attendants began to pour us tea.

While making small talk I took notice of a cut on the side of Aladria's outfit that allow her bare leg to spill out while she was sitting. I had to pull myself away from thoughts of reaching out and feeling her soft skin.

We settled onto a wooden platform overlooking the chasm, the view both daunting and mesmerizing. I could smell the scent of tea brewing with dried mint. The wind had picked up a bit and the dusty atmosphere of the badlands would assert itself occasionally with a strong gust. Aladria and Phila settled gracefully into their seats, while I fidgeted a bit, trying to find a comfortable position on the hard wooden planks.

"Henrik, quite a sight, don't you think?" Aladria's voice was smooth, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

I turned to look past Phila in the direction she was gesturing and saw the work happening below.

"Indeed it is, Lady Aladria. The twilight fungi alone would be a remarkable find, but the sheer scale of this chasm..." I let my words trail off, leaning to the side slightly to glance down into the depths below.

"It is a sight, to be sure," she replied. "But of course I was referring to my daughter."

I glanced at Phila dumbly now and she performed an exaggerated flourish of her hair, then giggled. So did Aladria.

"Oh," I replied, genuinely surprised. "Very lovely, both of you. The white dresses are complemented by the desert."

Seemingly pleased with my response, they both smiled and Aladria nodded curtly.

As we sipped our tea, a comfortable silence settled over us, broken only by the distant sounds of the expedition below. The hammering of nails into scaffolding and the rigging of safety lines were a common melody.

Light lunch fare was served and I had taken a few bites before Phila looked at me, a mischievous glint in her eye.

She then glanced toward her mother and let her question fly.

"Mother, have you and Father ever made use of the twilight fungi?" she asked, her tone light but curious.

Aladria arched an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Phila, that's quite a bold question for a lunch involving company."

Phila giggled again, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I know, but we're here, in the heart of where it grows with a historic find. It just seems... relevant."

I couldn't help but chuckle at the exchange. Though I was trying to discern if Phila was being earnest.

Aladria sighed, setting her cup down delicately. "Your father and I... well, let's just say that we've had our share of adventures, and yes, the twilight fungi has played a role in some of them."

A certain secret scene I had recently read about in Ulvarion's journal between a young Aladria and the man himself was now playing itself out in my head. But I kept it to myself.

Phila's eyes widened with curiosity. "Really? I've always wondered what it's like. It's supposed to be incredibly potent, isn't it?"

Aladria nodded thoughtfully. "It can be if you take too much. Everything is fine in moderation. Of course I wouldn't personally know since I'm a human. I've only been privy to its effects on your father."

Liar, I thought. A small smile managed to creep onto my lips.

"So, you'd be better off asking your father about this," she continued. "But supposedly, it heightens the senses, emotions, and creates a bond that is difficult to describe. It's no wonder it's so valued as a panacea for elven reproductive issues."

I leaned in, intrigued by Aladria's openness, but kept a serious expression. "It sounds like it has the potential to be both wonderful and dangerous."

Aladria met my gaze. "Merely a tool, like any other. In the right hands, it can strengthen bonds and bring great joy. In the wrong hands, it can cause chaos."

Phila seemed to ponder this for a moment, her playful tone subsiding before speaking again. "Are you suggesting that it could be weaponized?"

Aladria sighed, looking out over the chasm. "That's a question I've wrestled with myself. Perhaps, with enough will and means someone could exploit what is already a weak point for the elves. But I'm just speculating."

I nodded, feeling the weight of her words. "I'm here to support the elves primarily, they need the fungi to live normal lives. But I'm also here to learn, and maybe we can discover a way to farm it. I really think that might be possible. We could lower the cost and improve more lives."

Phila smiled at me. "You and Ulvarion both have a good heart. I'm glad he discovered the chasm and not my father."

Aladria cleared her throat and ignored her last comment. "Yes dear. We're fortunate to have Henrik with us. His perspective is most welcome."

I tried to suppress another smile but failed.

The sun was now at its zenith and the shadows were few and far between. The heat of early afternoon had began to encroach and the Marvane family's attendants had begun to clean up.

As I stood up to say my goodbyes and thank them for their company, I heard it. We were all suddenly frozen when a loud snap of wood rung out from somewhere unseen but close by. Instantly we felt the large wooden platform shift off its foundation and it begin listing toward the chasm.

I saw the panic in Phila's eyes as she quickly understood that we were moving toward the edge. I was similarly stunned in the moment, afraid to make a wrong move.

Thankfully, at least one of Aladria's attendants demonstrated surprising swiftness. He pulled her backwards through the frame of the platform and away from the edge, saving her from immediate danger.

The sandy ground underneath Phila and me, however, continued to give way to the platform.

"Henrik!" Phila screamed, her hand slipping from the railing.

The fear in her voice was what finally spurred me to action. I rushed forward, one arm wrapping around her waist.

It was too late for a safe escape, so I threw our bodies away from the platform and toward the only structure I could see. We descended rapidly, falling toward a small section of scaffolding built on the near side of the chasm. The impact of our bodies shattered the wooden beams, sending splinters flying.

We continued through more breaking wood, tumbling further down. Pain exploded in my leg as it quickly became entangled in rope, the sudden tension arresting my fall.

Luckily, Phila had gained a strong hold of me during out descent. She dangled beneath me, grasping both my arm and a shredded section of my shirt. I felt my ruined clothing digging into my neck in a very awkward way.

I knew that I was likely supporting Phila's weight and her eyes went wide with terror when she realized she was dangling precariously above the raging water below. If she fell, it would carry her deep into unknown parts of the earth.

"H... Henrik, please don't let me fall!" she cried, her voice barely audible over the roaring water.

Neither of us could hang here for very long. And I had no chance of pulling her up. I had to move her somehow.

"Phila! You have to grab the rope hanging from the broken scaffolding!"

Without asking permission I began to slowly swing her toward it. She was wary and it took a moment for her to get on board with the plan.

"But it might not be attached!" she pointed out while focusing on the nearby rope.

"I can't hold onto you for very long. You have to try. Reach for it when you're ready!" I grunted. Tunnel vision was starting to creep in from the pain and disorientation of being upside down. I began to swing her toward the rope in earnest.

After a few oscillations I felt a shift in weight and watched her swing over the water and onto a small rocky outcropping. It looked safe there and something about that area of the chasm looked familiar to me, but I couldn't remember why. I was starting to feel pretty tired.

"Phila, are you okay?" I called out. My vision beginning to blur from the blood rushing to my head.

I could hear her coughing. "I'm okay now! Don't worry Henrik," she shouted back. Her voice shaky as she to coughed repeatedly.

"Don't try to move, Henrik. You're bleeding!" was the last thing I heard before everything went dark.

-

I woke to the muted rustling of canvas and the low murmur of voices outside the tent. My head throbbed with a dull ache, and my leg pulsed with pain, though it was more manageable than I expected. The warm light of the setting sun filtered through the tent's fabric, casting everything in a soft orange glow. It took me a moment to remember where I was, but the memories came flooding back--the collapsing platform, Phila's terrified scream, the desperate scramble to save her.

I shifted slightly, wincing as pain shot through my knee. A shadow moved near the tent's entrance, and a moment later Ulvarion stepped inside, his expression calm but concerned.

"Henrik," he said, his voice low and soothing. "How do you feel?"

I tried to sit up, but the dull pain in my knee forced me back down. "Like I got trampled by a herd of camels," I muttered, rubbing my head. "But I think I'm mostly intact."

Ulvarion knelt beside me, his hands hovering over my injured leg. He was always careful, his touch light as he assessed the damage. "You've got a sprained knee, nothing more serious than that. Your head took a bit of a knock, but as long your memory doesn't get spotty I'd say you escaped the worst of it."

I winced as he gently probed the area around my knee. "Could've been a lot worse. How's Phila doing?"

Ulvarion's gaze shifted, his expression tightening slightly. "Phila is physically unharmed, thanks to your quick thinking. However, there's something we need to discuss."

I frowned, sensing the gravity in his tone. "What is it?"

Ulvarion settled back, his posture as calm and composed as ever. "After the platform collapsed, Phila landed on a patch of black twilight fungi. It was the same one we initially surveyed at the beginning of the expedition."

I blinked, processing his words. "Black twilight fungi." I suddenly realized why that section of the chasm seemed familiar.

"Indeed, Phila's contact with it was accidental, but the consequences are significant. We likely can no longer keep this species a secret, Henrik. They will soon understand that Phila made contact with something unexpected. I believe the fact that she is a half-elf will help conceal the unique effects of the black varietal, but I can't be sure of anything."

My heart skipped a beat. "Is she alright? I mean, you said she's unharmed, but..."

Ulvarion shrugged. "She has breathed in a lot of spores. Her body and mind are almost certainly re-acting to them."

I stared at him, my mind racing. "Is there anything we can do?"

"No. She is in the care of her parents and for now, we must observe her privacy. I have faith that she'll be alright."

I nodded, though the worry gnawed at me. "And Aladria?"

"Fine, dear boy. She is grateful for what you did to save Phila." Then his voice became very quiet. "But she also understands better than anyone what her daughter will be going through over the next day or so."

I exhaled slowly, trying to gather my thoughts. "I'll talk to her as soon as I'm able."

Ulvarion gave me a small nod. "Rest for now. You've done more than enough for today."

I lay back, the exhaustion catching up to me as Ulvarion stood to leave.

He turned, his eyes meeting mine with a rare, genuine warmth. "You're stronger than you think, Henrik. We'll get through this nasty episode--together."

With that, he slipped out of the tent, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the fading light of the day.

My thoughts naturally went to Phila. I poured some chilled water from a carafe and pressed the cool container to my head. It gave me some relief and within a few minutes I had dozed off again.

-

I was awoken a second time by the sound of quiet shuffling outside my tent. The sun had gone down, but it didn't feel too late into the evening. The pain in my leg had dulled some more and it was less painful to move around. The ache in my head had mostly subsided as well.

"Henrik, it's Aladria. May I come in?" came a hushed voice from outside.

"Aladria?" I sounded surprised, and I was.

She entered my tent with a concerned look on her face and appearing quite a bit worn down since this afternoon. She was sweating quite a bit and looked tired, although she would never let her posture give it away.

It was then, for whatever reason, that I realized I had not cleaned up since this morning. A few love stains from my tryst with Sylvia still resided on my bedroll and I hoped silently for them to remain unnoticed.

"I came here for a few different reasons. Firstly, I want to thank you for saving my daughter's life. She is not unscathed, obviously, but without your intervention. Well I cannot bear to think of the alternative. I owe you much."

I nodded gratefully. "I'm just glad everyone is all right."

"That's the second thing I wanted to talk to you about," she continued. "Do you understand the condition my daughter is in?"

Now, I knew of course that Aladria herself had an encounter with the black twlight fungi varietal along with my mentor, Ulvarion. The fungal spores they tripped into one night inside a cavern caused overwhelming sexual urges and neither could deny the other's need in the moment. I had to play somewhat dumb.

"I assume she is feeling some of its effects, but she's only half elf, so hopefully they're manageable?" I said, trying to sell my lie.

"Unfortunately..." she began. I noticed an involuntary twitch racked her body for a moment. "...the dose she received appears to be quite potent. We may need to attempt some therapeutic measures until it works its way through her system."

I watched her twitch a second time and I realized what had happened. If she had been attending to Phila all day, especially shortly after the exposure to the mycelium, then Aladria would have received second hand contact. She would be feeling the effects, too, although maybe not as strongly.

She continued, "I spoke with Ulvarion about this and we both agreed that Phila needs to be seen to."

I agreed completely, but I wasn't sure where she was going with this.

"But we don't have a medical expert on this expedition who specializes in overdoses of twilight fungi."