<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/cnTXuXv.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jon Blood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585329#msg13585329)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Ishmael, Kyoko<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Same as picture<br/><hr/><br/><em>“Devour whole the fruit forbidden, marked the first sin of all... Because, seriously, screw that other guy!”</em><br/><br/><del>   </del>Yolo, 3:60[/i]<br/><br/>He might have lost a spell, for now, but the winds of favor were surely being blown his way now! After being lead towards the inner sanctum by the head dryad herself, all while having the former adventuress all over him, he was sat down on some comfortable, homegrown seating and almost immediately three more luscious ladies of dryadic descend joined in. They descended upon him like hungry harpies, claiming his fingers with their eager snatches and lips, as well, with hungry kisses as his chainmail and robes were practically torn from his tan body.<br/><br/>A fight broke out between the four plant-ish women, who all eyed his now exposed cock with a primal sort of hunger. It was a very…<em>entertaining</em>sort of fight for Jon to watch. Two of them happen to roll onto his eager fingers as they entered a duel of kisses, and he was most eager to play hands-on referee, letting his fingers trail all over their nimble bodies, cupping breasts and ass and whichever parts of them were in his reach.<br/><br/>The youngest had been knocked away, breaking her kiss with him, but seemingly undeterred she latched onto his body once more with her lips, nibbling at his muscles in a worshipping fashion.<br/><br/>A victor was soon announced as she claimed her price, impaling herself onto Jon’s erect cock. He groaned alongside her as her tight slit devoured every inch of him. As they kiss him, a sweet fruit is forced down his throat every now and then. He would have resisted if he had served any other god, but the teaching of Arc Balthazar encourage tasting the forbidden fruit. That’s the kind of god he was.<br/><br/>Bucking his hips, Jon was not intending to be a mere rug, and began to fuck back the dryad riding his reproductive organ. As the orgy progressed, he could feel his body changing, slowly, as the consumed fruits dissolved in his stomach’s acids. His hair tingled and, when he did manage to pry a hand away from the eager dryads and ran it through his hair, he could feel how much it had changed, and how small, thorn-like spikes had grown from his skull. There were even some on his pubic area, he noted as he peered down to where he was connected with the victorious dryad.<br/><br/><strong>”Interesting,”</strong>he said as his smile turned into a wicked grin. Freeing his hands from the kissing pair, he slapped them both firmly onto the rear of the riding dryad, fingers sinking into the flesh of her round rump.<strong>”Let’s see if I can pollinate you now, my dear!”</strong>And with that said he began to rapidly thrust his hips upward, lifting his ass off the seating, driving his cock deep into her cunt, her juices spilling all over the place. He would make her moan and he would make her remember him.<br/><br/>Reaching climax was a whole new experience, as well, as the load he eventually pumped into her womb was much more bountiful than any he’d ever expelled, and, when their sexes disconnected, it proved to also be much more thicker, slowly oozing from her well-fucked pussy.<br/><br/>A while later Jon joined Ishmael’s conversation with the dryad den mother, seated on the edge of the sofa with a quartet of cum-filled and covered younger dryads that were basking in the afterglow. It would appear the corruption he has undergone has also added a little to his sex drive and stamina<del>   </del>but just a little.<br/><br/><strong>”A quest you say?”</strong>he said as he began scratch his chin thoughtfully, which was one place where thorns hadn’t appeared, likely due to his shaving habits.<strong>”Well, we wouldn’t be very good adventurers if we declined such a quest, would we now, Ishmael?”</strong><br/><br/>A familiar face made its appearance in the form of a nude, collared, and chained Kyoko.<strong>”I would say we did well to opt for diplomacy, brother.”</strong>Jon half-joked to his male adventurer companion.<strong>”How about we take the advice of our friendly hosts and get to know our new… <em>companion</em>... a bit better?”</strong>He chuckled.