<strong>Tagging:</strong>Kyoko<br/><br/>The grunt listens to Kyoko’s request, groping her throughout it, his touch growing harsher as if disappointed that she dares to talk. After she quiets he lets out a hmph. His hands run over her tits, leaves to dig into her sex two thick fingers diving right past the leotard and dive deep her cunt. “Sure you aren’t just tricking me? Trying to get back to your friends?” His strokes intensify, he slips in third, stretching her wide. Fourth, brute forcing it in. “Could be. Sneaky adventurers often do.”<br/><br/>“But. Idea is good. Mother will be pleased. I shall be praised and rewarded with much more than simple human pussy.” He draws out, giving her ass a harsh spank to punctuate that he doesn’t need it. His cock disagrees, standing still with a raging boner.<br/><br/>“Let’s get you ready then.” He continues to ‘get her ready’, groping, fingering, tweezing, doing anything that one strong dryad palm can do to defile a young woman’s flesh. At first it seems as if he races to force her to cum, but as soon as that point comes close the truth dawns. His fingers stop, moving where their touch will bring pain and not pleasure. He tortures Kyoko, roughing her up, pushing her to higher arousal.<br/><br/>Moments pass in bondage under aggressive caress of the dryad’s palm. The world darkens as he wades through thickets and bushes towards the deepest end where canopy blocks light. Eventually, they arrive. Kyoko gets to catch a breather. She is dropped on soft moss with a thud and finds herself in a small room formed of trees and plants. “Hold tight right there. I’ll get something to wrap you up in all nice and presentable.” Through a leaf curtain ring sounds of revel and pleasure.<br/><br/>He kneels by an old rusted chest all run over by vines. With a swipe of his hand the roots release it. He flips it open, picks up something and returns above Kyoko. “I relieved these from another trespasser,” he explains, crouching next to her. A solid gold set of half inch thick metal cuffs with intricate iconography carved on them and another tall collar just like them are placed before her.<br/><br/>The dryad rips off the last strips of clothes remaining on her and confiscates Kyoko’s possessions, giving a chuckle as he rips the knife from her grasp. The dogtag’s chain cracks and silver plates are tossed to be forgotten somewhere into the deep grass. He removes her plant bondage, immediately seizing her wrists in one inescapable grasp. She is hoisted up and pinned against the wall. “I understand they were crafted below, made to mark a slave,” he explains, his palm sliding over her struggling body one last time. He reaches down for the collar and opens it. Cool metal slides against Kyoko’s throat. It snaps close, right up against skin. The carvings on the metal move, two naked demon ladies on opposite sides of the crack linking their arms. “You’ll have to ask them down there how to take it off,” he grins. There’s nothing Kyoko can do to stop him. The dryad reaches down, clips a cuff on her wrist, reaches down again, clips the other on her. Her wrists and neck are encased with mysterious cuffs of the Anus.<br/><br/>He reaches for one of the demon lady carvings holding onto a chain and pinches the drawing between his fingers. The demoness gives it to him. He pulls and the carved image pulls out golden links. The dryad takes few inches, bends both of Kyoko’s hands behind her back and hands the little chain to one of the demon carvings on the other cuff. She takes it, jumping happily. The metal seals. He pulls one more chain out from the front of her collar, leaving it three feet long, wraps it around his fist and releases her hands. He gives the leash a strong tug downward, nearly pulling Kyoko right back into the ground. “Remember to tell your new owners how the toys work.”<br/><br/>“And.” He grabs her by the hair as well, holding her on cock level. “Since you asked to be given as a gift I assume you’ll know how to present yourself when we go out there? Walk pretty. Be a good gift. You don’t want to anger Grove Mother. Present yourself to her quests. If they take you, good for you. If they don’t...” And he really pushes her face up against the massive dryad cock. She is introduced to a thick piney scent, nearly breathtaking. “...We’ll find other breeders for you.”<br/><br/>OOC: The magical golden collar and cuffs have many little demonettes dancing on the surface. The chains they hold can be picked up by anyone other than the wearer and dragged out up to 3 ft length. They can be given to other demons on the cuffs and linked together. The chain and cuffs are magical and may very well be impossible to break. There is no obvious way to make the demonettes with linked arms (the ones holding the shackles on Kyoko) to open them.<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 3 Ishmael, Jon, Kyoko<br/><br/>Ishmael finds that at this point reaching end of the Anus was an easier task than detaching from his ‘escorts’. The nose-booped one giggles and snuggles closer. “We’re already playing with a friend,” he purrs. His hand trails around Ishmael’s ass, reaching for the front of the pants, fingers dancing at his inner thighs, brushing his balls. His taller friend took Ishmael’s wrist and guides his hand, placing it on his erection, wrapping the bard’s fingers around it. “There is good,” he grunts with a soft whisper. “Does your hand know its task?”<br/><br/>“Distractions? Why quests must be entertained,” chuckles Dalarea, crossing her legs as she watches the two men struggle beneath ever tightening hugs of sex and flesh. The story her little quest bird sings rouses a visible flashback. The elder’s breasts heave as her breath flutters. She opens her legs and slides a hand in herself, masturbating. “Mmmmh… Him,” she huffs. “Grasha...” Her thoughts slip into the past, a rather sexy past that brings a thick green blush on her cheeks.<br/><br/>“Yes. I should use your services. Why not? You are already mine. Freedom, of course, but I do have another task for you…” Something draws her attention. The plants, the room, the space around her stirs and freezes in surprise.<br/><br/>Far on the other side of the clearing, near the entrance to the dryad cathedral, a veil is pulled away. Another dryad steps through, not at all uncommon sight. There’s many dryads here. However, after him walks something the boys might not have expected. Naked, in chains, Kyoko walks after the masculine dryad. He tugs on a golden leash and grunts something, keeping her slightly bent over in an awkward angle. Dryads all over hoot and cheer as she is led the long slow route over to the Grove Mother and her quests.<br/><br/>They arrive. The one leading Kyoko is given a quizzical brow by Dalarea. “Hmm? Pine?” She asks, mild irritation clear in her tone. Pine hurries to answer, “The one I caught. She would make a fantastic gift to our new friends, no?” For a moment he is paused, a slight sense of stress climbs up on the man’s face as his leader squints her eyes at him. Then, she smiles. “She would. My friends,” Dalarea begins, returning to Jon and Ishmael.<br/><br/>“You may leave, at your leisure, but after favor. As you may know we are one of the ruling clans of the Green Rim. We own several pass to the Twilight Cliffs below. However, there is an issue. One path is blocked - taken over by by a beast most foul: A floran. A rare dryad too deeply touched by the embrace of Gaia. Take the path, uproot her, fuck her into submission, and we shall wish you luck on your way. Save for her the path is safe, hidden. A guide will take you there. But, for now, please indulge~” She gestures at Kyoko and her leash holder. “Give her to them, the more flesh they enjoy whilst our quests the better.”<br/><br/>He pulls her to step forward. “You may present yourself to them,” he says, leaning in for a whisper before he releases the leash, “Don’t worry. If they abandon you. I have a spot for you in the breeding cages.” The dryads on both ‘sofas’ giggle and glance at the thief’s naked body, their eyes already eating her alive in every which way a woman can be fucked. They lewds whisper in the ears of Ishmael and Jon, ‘we’ll help you fuck her’, and suggestions how they should get to know their new slave.<br/><br/><strong>It’s a reunion! Kyoko is being served to you with golden decorations, but there’s a catch - a mission that the Grove Mother requires of you, after you’ve had your fill of dryads of course…</strong>