InterLewd: Festa’s Fall [❤️❤️❤️]

You smell awful, but that’s only because you slathered a poultice over your body to ward off animals. You’re currently exploring the forest with two volunteers. So what if the forest is forbidden? And who cares that your two volunteers are only coming along because you threatened to turn their organs into piranhas?

If they’re dumb enough to believe you can do that, they obviously need a guiding hand.

You are Festa, and you’re convinced the demons are hiding something in the forest. You’ve explored the farmlands, the city, and followed the river, but as far as you can tell, it’s all very undemonic. Not at all like the descriptions of Niflheim other volunteers told you about. It may not be a part of Niflheim, but you don’t doubt they’re keeping secrets.

Thus the forest.

You almost wish some wild animal would attack, though you’re sure that your poultice will hold up. And if there are demons who want to keep you in the dark…well, you’ve got countermeasures.

Static fritzes from behind you. The two ‘volunteers’ quickly hide something behind them. Idiot #1 is a male equint with the strong back necessary to carry all your equipment. Idiot #2 is some harpy woman who should be acting as a scout instead of messing with one of those radios.

“I didn’t hire you two rubes to play around!”

“But Miss Festa, they’re going to do the first broadcast soon…” The harpy whines.

“Then it’s the perfect time to look for answers, while everyone is still distracted!” Your hand glows with arcane energy. “Now get to it!”

Idiot #2’s shoulders drop and she takes to the air. She flies in circles above you, occasionally swooping lower. No doubt to listen in to the radio. You glare at the radio tower, still visible through the canopy. It’s the tallest structure in Haven, though some of the demon’s houses float even higher.

You head towards the phallic mountain with the water gushing from the tip. No way that’s there for just the scenery. You climb up a hill and reach a cliff overlooking the lowlands surrounding the mountain. There’s a large lake at the base of the mountain with deep blue waters. You smirk.

There’s definitely something there.

The cliff slopes down to meet the river, which is rushing away from the lake. If there wasn’t something to hide, the river wouldn’t be flowing away from it! Clearly, the demons can’t anticipate your genius.

It’s when you reach the riverbed that things start to go awry.

“Hey, hey, heeeeeeey!” The smooth voice makes you jump. Until you realize it’s coming from the radio. “This is DJ Tightass coming in live from Haven One Radio! Welcome listeners to an auditory treat. Joining me are the hosts, Peanut and Butter!”

Idiot #2 swoops down closer to listen, your glare stopping her from landing fully. You head to Idiot #1 and rip the radio from the bag to throw it into the river.

“Ma’am, wait!” Idiot #1 backs away. “This could be important…it could give us a chance to know if they’re onto us!”

For once, his reasoning is sound. You grumble and continue on your way. The asinine voices on the radio keep babbling about useless things. Two growly voices, kobolds, talk for a few minutes about the benefits of clothing, the variety of things people can do at the media multiplex, and the plane lord’s exciting new plans. Then the DJ would come on and introduce a Prillian song.

Some of the music was okay. No classic drinking songs or even ceremonial chants. Just weird ‘modern’ Prillian music with a lot of instruments and sounds you’ve never heard of. Idiots #1 and #2, philistines as they are, enjoy it. Especially the one called ‘Back Up That Trunk-o-Junk’, which you found repetitive and stupid. The DJ even had an interview with the artist!

You get close to the lake when they bring on another guest. Quinn. They exchange pleasantries and eventually talk about her big ‘surprise’. You half suspect she’s about to round you all up for some nefarious purpose. But no, she’s introducing a new building. One as tall as the Radio Tower itself. You roll your eyes. Leaders and their ridiculous projects.

“I think I speak for all of us at the HOR—and the rest of Haven—when I ask: when is this ‘Astrologer’s Tower’ supposed to be built?” Peanut asks.

“Right now.”

The ground trembles and you see something rise in the distance. At first, you think some sort of tree is sprouting in the city proper, a giant spire of purple wood reaching high into the sky. Then you see the trunk open in several places and the bulbous tip blossom into some sort of cage with a telescope inside of it. A massive one, with far more moving parts than you’d expect.

In short, an incredible display of power. A way for Quinn to remind everyone: this is her world.

For now, you think to yourself. You notice the radio is a bit muffled. It’s face down on the ground. Where’s Idiot #1? Ah, right, that must be him splashing around downriver…with your bag! The dumbass must have fallen in with the earthquake!

“What are you waiting for?” You snarl at Idiot #2 and point to the river. “Go rescue my bag!”

The harpy rushes to catch up, trying desperately to pull Idiot #1 out of the water. And failing miserably. You groan and sit on a fallen log. You watch, seething, as they disappear around the bend of the river. You huff angrily.

All that expensive equipment! It’s not like you needed any of it…it was mostly to collect data. The important wards, talismans, and ingredients are on you. If anything, when Idiot #1 is pulled out of the water, the poultice would have washed off of him and he’d be a good distraction for the rumored ‘rape wolf’.

A particular plant catches your interest. It’s been a long while since you’ve been in a forest. In your childhood, your town was deep inside the jungle. It was one of the larger equint tribes, shepherds of ancient forest spirits.

Until the Harpy Empire found you.

They came for wood and farmlands. Your town didn’t have the people, the steel, the magic to resist. The survivors scattered to the four winds, joining other diminished tribes. You learned something very important from these formative years.

Power is everything.

You rip a piece of the plant off and take a closer look at it. You’re not quite familiar with it. The stems have plenty of bulbs on them, with round, white fruits on the tallest branches. As you investigate, a small green tendril settles on your hand. You frown and peel it off, strands of the sticky substance stretching out. You pluck at the tendril to try and squeeze out this potential alchemical reagent.

As you do so, another larger tendril settles on your shoulder. It’s oozing with the same green sap. You pull it off and stand to find a different spot to look over your samples. You take a step and stop.

A thick vine is wrapped around your ankle. You try to tug your leg free and frown. It’s holding firm. You roll your eyes. If some plant thinks it can keep you here, it is sorely mistaken. You aim your hand at it and summon a jet of flame, burning it away into ash.

You huff and turn around. The plant is nothing more than a burning pile of cinders. Time to keep going. You don’t even take a step when dozens of sticky vines erupt from the ground and wrap around your limbs.

They wrap around your limbs and your mouth, the smell of the sap sending your body into a frenzy. Your eyelids flutter and you feel a heat in your loins.

Uh-oh.

The vines climb up your pants and slip under your panties…to find your chastity belt.

“Hmm-hmm!” Your gloating is somewhat tempered by the vine you’re biting.

The plant takes offense to your misplaced ego and rips your clothes to shreds, exposing your supple body to the wilds of Haven. Maybe you were a bit hasty with your gloating. But there’s not much the plant can do to you with your chastity belt intact.

Right…?

The vines slip past your bra. You’re worried they might try something but they—Nope, they grab them and squeeze, slathering your entire body in ooze. The ooze almost feels like its burning, until you realize it’s a chemically-induced state of arousal.

Clever.

But there’s still no way it can get to your pussy. You’re not some two-bit whore desperate for cock, you came prepared! The vines don’t appreciate your genius, though.

They wrap around your breasts and squeeze, sending a jolt of excitement through you. No, not excitement. Chemical arousal again! You’re stronger than this. Even if it feels like its layering your body in heat, brushing against your shoulders, your neck, your nipples…

The vines loosen around your mouth and you struggle to catch your breath. You’re flushed, the years of exposure to potions and chemicals useless before this demonic vine.

You still have your pride.

“Hah. Hahaha! You can’t break through my be—LGLP!?”

You shouldn’t have done that. One of the vines snuck inside.

More like plunged into your mouth and is now thrusting and churning in your throat. It twitches and shoots something into your stomach. You worry its poison…until you feel like your pussy explodes with want.

You moan and thrash against the vines, but you can do nothing. You buck your hips around, trying to scratch the itch protected under an inch of steel. You don’t notice the small vine sneak into the lock and start rummaging around.

You’re lost in the sensations as the gooey vines rub every inch of your body. They rip off your shirt, your pants, your shoes…until you’re hanging from the vines in nothing but a sheen of goo and your stubborn chastity belt. The pressure mounts as you wonder in a haze of hormones what will break first, your resolve or the tendrils.

Click!

Your heart jumps. In fear or excitement, you don’t know. Not that it matters either way. Your chastity belt falls to the ground with a heavy thud and you’re completely helpless. The tendril that lock-picked through the belt wiggles around in excitement, barely brushing against your drenched pussy. You moan with the tentacle shoved down your throat, twisting your body around.

The vine wraps around your clit. You shudder, and it squeezes. Lightning courses through you. Your pussy sprays like a hose, watering the vines with your arousal. Several things go through your mind at once.

One: You’re completely at a stupid plant’s mercy.

Two: This is the fault of those two idiots who left you here without distractions.

Three: Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckthisfeelssogooooooooood~

The vines spread your limbs apart as you try to catch your breath from the mind-buzzing orgasm. You’re too weak to fight, to even cry out when the vines pull out of your mouth and hover closer and closer to your cunny.

Or maybe a part of you is excited. You deny that thought with all your remaining strength.

And the vine plunges inside you, studding buds rubbing against your folds, pleasing every part of your desperate hole. You want to make a snarky comment.

“OOOOEUGHHHYEEEHH~!”

Your eyes roll back and your tongue lolls out instead, the pleasure from your filled pussy growing with the warmth in your belly. You feel the heat spread from your stomach to your breasts. You don’t get a chance to wonder what that’s about; another vine drills into your asshole and you cry out again.

The vines spread your body like a pervy starfish, coiling and twisting inside you as you writhe and squirm. They pump into your asshole and pussy and twirl around every which way, orgasms rushing over you again and again. Your boobs sway up and down, growing heftier with every scream of pleasure.

You notice too late the pressure abating, a sticky yellow fluid dribbling from your breasts. Your mind clears just enough to wonder what has happened to your body.

“Wha—”

You really should stop commenting. The two vines drill deeper inside you, and you feel the bulbs pop inside you. Your throaty screams of ecstasy echo throughout the forest as each one pops, and the vines shoot liters of sticky substance inside you. You swell up like a balloon and the vines gently deposit you on the cum-drenched ground.

You take a few moments to catch your breath, rubbing your swollen gut. You feel a lot of give, shuddering when a hearty glob of green goo beads out of your pussy. You look at your swollen chest, noting the honey-like nectar leaking from you. You’ve assisted enough pregnancies to know you’re not with child, though you look like it.

Scowling at the retreating vines, you hoist yourself up, holding your swollen belly with one arm. It’s not so bad. Sure, your stuffed full of strange fluids and Empyreans know what else. And you’re leaking green from your pussy and gold from your tits. And somehow still aroused. But the vines let you go.

For some reason.

You try to squeeze the slime out of you, but the sensation of it slowly pushing out of your cunny makes your knees buckle and your mind stutter. You grumble and gather your torn clothes, fashioning a bra and skirt.

There. You’re modest. Time for you to continue your trek to the lake. You came this far, a couple of handsy vines aren’t going to stop you!

You spot yourself in the reflection of the river and huff. Ragged shirt covered in sweat and sticky nectar, holding your boobs a couple inches off your swollen belly. A skirt that barely hides the green-tinted rivulets of arousal running down your legs.

You look like some two-bit, knocked up whore. Though around here, you probably look like a native. Snorting in amusement, you continue while keeping closer to the river.

If anything surprises you, you’ll push them in.

Eventually, you get close enough to see the lake sparkling from between the trees. Finally!

It’s strange, though. You haven’t heard or seen anything for a while. Just plants. Once again, you grumble about the two morons who got swept away in the river. If they were still here, you’d be able to collect samples of the flora, and observe what affect the vines have.

As far as you can tell, all it did was bloat you and make you smell funny. And make you incredibly horny. You grit your teeth, trying to ignore the feeling of the goo clinging to your thighs with every step, the heat in your loins the longer you go without something, anything—

You shake yourself. Just a stimulant.

You keep walking. Except you find your eyes straying. Looking for more vines. Your eyes catch sight of a branch. It’s a broken branch at about crotch level, the right size and width…No, no. You can’t, letting the vines turn you plant-sexual is messed up.

You hear something rustle in the bushes. You get ready to bolt when you see the creature stalk out of the underbrush. A black coat, sharp fangs, mean eyes…and a bright crimson cock swaying between its legs.

A hellhound, though unlike any you’ve seen before. It almost looks like a pit-bull, if you ignore the semi-intelligent eyes and spade tail. And its dick.

A thought worms in the back of your brain. The vines tried to make you plant-sexual. If you continue like this, horny as you are, you’ll gore yourself on a tree trying to get off. There’s good chance the hellhound wants to fuck you. Have you mentioned its tantalizingly twitching dick?

Kobolds are a thing. There’s not much of a difference between the two species. One is barely sapient, and the other doesn’t have opposable thumbs. Not a very big leap.

Having successfully rationalized dog-fuckery, you slowly turn around and lean against a tree. You push your butt out and wave it in front of the hellhound, lifting up the makeshift skirt so it could get a full view of your leaky pussy.

The hellhound cocks its head, snout huffing curiously.

“C’mon. Help me out, you stupid mutt…” You wag your ass again.

It approaches you, stuffing its muzzle in between your legs. You tremble as you feel its hot breath on your labia. One moment turns into two, then three, until it feels like the mutt has been there for over a minute. You get more and more frustrated until you snap.

“Will you just-gyah!”

The hellhound mounts you and shoves his red rocket deep into your gooey depths. Somehow, his knot slips right in and he ruts you against the tree. Your breasts smush against the wood and you bite your lips as you feel the thick nectar imbue your makeshift bra.

You’re only doing this to get rid of the itch, you tell yourself. Never mind that your eyes are rolled back in your head. You’re not stifling lewd moans. And you’re definitely not angry that the goo inside you is acting like a thick condom, preventing you from feeling every vein of that glorious cock.

The hellhound licks your cheeks and hilts inside you, filling you with his seed. You shudder happily as a small orgasm passes over you, quenching the heat inside.

But only a little bit.

The hellhound chuffs and pulls out, a long strand of green mixed with virile white connecting his dick to your pussy. You’re about to sit up when you feel something inside you. Like those pop rocks they import from Hacksonville, except inside your womb and bigger.

“Wha-guh! Guh!~ Gyah! Gyuuuuh!~”

Every pop inside you and a wave of pleasure rushes through your entire body, your breasts heaving and spraying nectar, your pussy exploding with femcum and goo. The hellhound watches curiously as you slip to the ground in a shivering wreck.

Blinking away the stars, you feel yourself for any more changes. You’re heavier, fuller. You’re not sure, but…yes, there are solid things inside you. You can feel their impressions just under your swollen abdomen. Hold on, where’s the hellhound?

Oh there he is. Wait, that’s a different one.

You look around to see a dozen hellhounds staring you, toothy smirks, wagging tails…thick dicks. Their snouts huff in the air like it’s their last breath. You prepare to cast a spell, but a bit of the magic gets sucked into your womb.

“Gyah~!”

Another pop, bigger than the rest, swells your stomach some more, showering the closest hellhounds in a splatter of plant goo. You collapse backwards as the heat in your crotch redoubles, your stupid face twisting into pleasure. Your trembling legs fall apart, exposing your cunt to the whole pack.

The demon dogs howl and charge.

You don’t know how long you were used by the pack of hellhounds. All you know is that they eventually got tired of you and left you swollen, covered in dog cum and sticky nectar.

You grumble and use a nearby tree to pull yourself to your feet.

There’s a lot more things inside you, and if someone were to spot you, they could see the briefest impressions of strange shapes poking through your belly. You made the mistake of touching one of them and fell again, creaming and screaming in ecstasy.

Here’s your hypothesis: The vines stuffed you with seeds, which grow every time someone cums inside you. The gunk it stuffed you with not only makes you horny, it modified your body to attract…inseminators. Worse, using magic makes them grow, breaking your concentration.

You grunt and slowly continue towards the lake. In for a copper, in for a gold. There’s no chance of you going back like this, you’re sure to be punished. You might as well see what’s hiding at the lake.

Let no one say you aren’t persistent.

The clothes you wore are ruined. Torn to shreds and stiff with cum. You’ll just walk in the buff. You ignore the growing lust again, the shifting of seeds and goo inside your swollen abdomen, the trickling, sticky nectar from your engorged nipples.

You reach the lake and grin. You were right.

Next to the lake is a rickety shack and a little pontoon in the water. It looks like a blind man without limbs put it together. There’s no boats, no fishing rods, and nothing on the lake. It’s way too big to be a normal shack, practically ten feet tall. Therefore, this is only disguised as a shitty fisherman’s shack.

You waddle to the shack, peeking through the crooked windows. A single crystal lantern hangs from the ceiling, shelves filled with unmarked books. No bed.

Not a demon’s fuckshack, then. You sneakily sidestep through the door, eyes fluttering as your popped belly button brushes against the frame. Inside, there’s shelves lining the walls, filled with books they tried to hide from you. On a lone desk is a typewriter with a sheaf of papers next to it.

Investigating the bookshelves first, you pull out book after book and flip through the pages. Each one leaves you more irritated than the last. It has to be code! You strain your eyes on one of the passages.

‘Lost in a sea of passion, their hearts danced to the rhythm of their synchronized breaths. His touch was like velvet on her skin, igniting a fire that consumed her very being. She melted into his embrace, feeling the electricity of their connection spark and crackle with every tender caress. In that moment, they were not just lovers, but two souls entwined in a timeless embrace, bound by a love that could move mountains and part oceans.’

You toss the book aside. There’s no way a lust demon is reading these crappy romance novels. If there’s a code, you can’t decipher it. You lean close to the typewriter to read the unfinished draft, careful to heave your boobs away from the table.

‘She tenderly caressed his body, her doe eyes piercing past everything that repulsed and terrified others. For the first time, he was seen for the tortured poet he was…for the first time, he was vulnerable. Her fingers left trails of passionate fire under his microvillus epidermis skin, a comforting reminder that she would never hurt him’

You groan and lean back. It’s worse than you thought. Some demon is writing romantic dreck.

No, no. This can’t be true. You didn’t trudge through a rapey forest, get filled with demonic plant seeds, get gangbanged by a pack of hellhounds for…for this! There’s a soft splashing outside, probably fish. You ignore it and pull a random page through the sheaf of papers.

There must be more. Your eyes race through the lines of the random page and you flush, your constant arousal even more pronounced after reading. That’s very descriptive. Now you’re even hornier with nothing to show for it.

“Damn it!” You fling the papers off the desk. “Fuck this shit! Fuck Haven, fuck that bitch Missy for sending me here, and fuck whatever limp-dicked asshole wrote this…this trite bullshit!”

The door creaks behind you. You’re so upset, you don’t even hesitate to turn around and give the author a piece of your mind for wasting your time.

You freeze.

A shambling mass of tentacles blocks the doorway. You don’t know how, but the shoggoth looks pissed.

…well, in for a copper.

“You use too many ellip-mfgh!”

For the second time today, a tentacle interrupts you by going down your throat. You thought you were horny before? The lustful madness made flesh spreads your jaws apart and unloads an even more potent aphrodisiac down your gullet. Your mind dissipates like fog…

This might be the end of you.

You instantly cum, a gallon of plant goo splattering out of your pussy. Just in time to make room for a mess of tentacles to swoop into your entrance, a whole host of micro-tendrils caressing and twisting across your folds, licking your clit with a thousand slimy feelers.

The shoggoth catches you as your mind goes white, spreading your limbs apart so that a tentacle thicker than your fist can shove itself inside your asshole. Tentacles like tongues lap your gravid frame, tracing the shapes on your abdomen, making you squeal and clamp tighter on the tentacles pistoning into you.

More tentacles wrap around your breasts, stretching and pulling at them angrily. Normally, they’d hurt when pulled that hard, but the slimy purple mucus and the pressure of the leaking nectar just drowns you in more pleasure.

Your pride has been shattered, and all you can even think about now is how to keep riding wave after wave of ecstasy. You pivot your waist to leverage yourself better on the tendrils, swallowing heartily through your gag reflex to pull even more of that pleasure-spiking liquid.

Some whorish instinct takes over you as you grab the tendrils to squeeze even more of the shoggoths juice onto your bloated body. You’re too mind-fucked to notice the shoggoth’s curiosity as it samples the nectar from your breasts. Though you do notice when it cups your tits in fleshy ampules and eagerly sucks you dry.

With a twist of your boobs, your pussy and asshole clench tight around the tentacles, and you feel swells on them carve through your pussy and unleash a fresh batch of demon cum straight into your womb.

The biggest orgasm you’ve ever had slams into you like a cannonball and you convulse as the popping inside you accelerates to your breaking point. The tendrils are pushed out and something else follows. The studded ridges glide across your abused slut hole, a great big green thing shuddering out of you with every crescendo.

It plops out, bouncing on the floor, followed by a waterfall of femcum. You shudder happily, an orgasm that’s been budding since your encounter with the vines finally bearing fruit.

Literally, a studded cucumber-like fruit.

You don’t even care how a studded cucumber ended up inside you. You’re more focused on the next thing you’re gleefully pushing out of you. The shoggoth isn’t even putting his heart into it, it’s staring at the cucumber in confusion.

You moan louder to get its attention, rubbing the tentacles even faster. You cum again, a pomegranate spreading your pussy apart as you suck the tentacles in your mouth harder. The shoggoth, thankfully, is a better fuck than it is a writer.

You are Buckeye.

You and Buckthorn patrol the forest. For plants people request, to capture hellhounds for the stadium, and to rescue lost mortals. You honestly thought there’d be more mortals getting lost in the forest.

Nope.

In fact, today was the fifth time in two weeks that someone got lost. This time, you and Buckthorn found a pair before they got raped by hellhounds. A minotaur and a harpy.

They told you there was a third heading towards the lake. After they paid for their rescue, of course. Harpy pussy is tight.

You and Buckthorn track her all the way to Shoggy’s shack. You could taste the rich DESIRE spilling from the shack. Shoggy meets you at the door, not reacting to the muffled moans of the equint suspended behind him.

“You found her.”

Shoggy nods. Then he shoves tentacles in you faces and sprays you with a sticky yellow fluid. Normally he greets you with purple goo.

You smack your lips. Sweet, very rich. Not cum or milk?

Then, he offers a fruit your way. You grunt. You don’t like the ashy taste.

“No th—” He shoves it in your mouth anyways, and it tastes…good?

He brings the equint woman to you and drops her in front of you. She’s covered in layers of Shoggy’s purple fluids, musky hellhound cum, and the yellow nectar that Shoggy had you taste.

It’s leaking from her tits. Neat.

Her hazy eyes focus for a moment as Shoggy slurps out of her holes, a torrent of purple goo spilling from her widened cunt. The equint crawls to your dick and starts sucking you off. Buckthorn picks up one of the fruits and takes a bite. Her eyebrows raise slightly, and she rubs the fruit on the cock-addled woman’s tits before giving it another taste.

“Lord Quinn will like this. Shoggy, you should tell her what you discovered.”

Shoggy shrugs and waves you away. He’s very humble, likes to keep to the lake and library. You might as well take credit if he doesn’t care. You and Buckthorn pick up the woman and make your way out of the forest. She’s still trying to suck your dick.

“What does he even do in there?” Buckthorn asks.

“You want to ask him?”