Errant
She claps her hands and starts to walk off when you agree to visit her home. As she moves the path seems to open before her and as you follow, the weeds and vines close rapidly behind. the further in you go the air seems to grow warmer and sweeter. But still there is no light from the sun poking through, jut the luminescence of those strange mushrooms. You walk for a long time, or maybe a short time. It's hard to gauge in the dark of the woods. Finally you come to a clearing, the path opens to a wide circular field where the mushrooms grow short but extremely wide around. Small bugs like fireflies float in the space lighting it up even further.
"This is my home," She links your arm with hers and leans her weight into you. She's not heavy, but you can feel how soft she is even through your armaments. Especially certain parts of her. "What do you think?" she croons.
It's lovely, and you tell her as much. "But not so lovely as yourself." You flirt without meaning to. You feel warmer as the words escape your lips.
"Oh, you are a sweet one," she presses a delicate finger to the bottom of your lip. "I had a feeling you would be." She invites you further in and the two of you sit on the largest central mushroom. It's soft, but still somehow firm. She offers you sweet berries and cool water which you happily accept. As you spend time together you feel yourself getting warmer and warmer. She notices and offers to help you with your armor and, for a reason you can't quite pin down, you agree. She gets you down to your simple trousers and under tunic, but still you can feel the heat rising.
"I can help with that," Once again she offers, placing a hand on your pectoral muscle and another on your crotch.
"This is my home," She links your arm with hers and leans her weight into you. She's not heavy, but you can feel how soft she is even through your armaments. Especially certain parts of her. "What do you think?" she croons.
It's lovely, and you tell her as much. "But not so lovely as yourself." You flirt without meaning to. You feel warmer as the words escape your lips.
"Oh, you are a sweet one," she presses a delicate finger to the bottom of your lip. "I had a feeling you would be." She invites you further in and the two of you sit on the largest central mushroom. It's soft, but still somehow firm. She offers you sweet berries and cool water which you happily accept. As you spend time together you feel yourself getting warmer and warmer. She notices and offers to help you with your armor and, for a reason you can't quite pin down, you agree. She gets you down to your simple trousers and under tunic, but still you can feel the heat rising.
"I can help with that," Once again she offers, placing a hand on your pectoral muscle and another on your crotch.