"The gods blessed them, and said unto them, 'Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it. Have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.'"

These dreams... Be they just that...?

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...A cage... Dark 'n cold, but somehow invitin'... As if I be welcome 'ere... A giggle across the room breaks the silence... I glance over... A shapeless mass sucks the little remainin' light from the already pitch black corner... The silence be deafenin'... The smallest glow of the cherry flares up as they take a long drag; I get a short glimpse of their smig, an' I swear I just saw the lady Clíodhna...

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I start to wake up I realize that the air feels cool, sunlight dances across me eyelids. I hear birds singin'. I open me eyes, I see the woods. The same clearing' in the woods as the night before. Nothin' seems diff'rent from last night except me head's not a sloggin' bodhrán in Birr, which I s'ppose has it's perks.

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I stand up, leanin' against the large stone at the edge o' the spring, and take out the fruit that I picked a few days prior. It ain't like anythin' I've seen before, but me belly isn't givin' me much room to go investigatin', so I use me sleeve to dust it off before I dig as I make me way forward.

[1d100 encounter roll result: 26]

As I walk along, I smell a strong floral scent on the breeze.

[1d20+2 Caution roll result: 16 ~ GM roll result: 22]

I feel meself drawn towards the source of the now heavenly smell, with the roots around me movin' out of the way to allow me to pass unimpeded. As I walk into a new clearin', the scent begins to fade. As if comin' out of a trance, I just now realize what I have done. Luckily, I brought me bag with me, but why did I come here to begin with?

...

After reorientatin' merself, I notice a massive flower bud in the center of the clearin'. Enchanted by the unusual sight I don't notice the vine approachin' me ankle until it yanks me up into the air.

Startled by the sudden snare, I let out, "Whoah!"

As I am swingin', the sweetest voice calls out, "My my... Who do we have here?"

After a moment of adjusting to the new perspective, I sheepishly speak: "Uhhh, Cormac be what they call me. Might you be controllin' this here vine?"

The vine swings me closer to the bud, as I hear, "Why of course."

The bud opens up only for me to see a beautiful lass with emerald skin and hair, wearing not but vines and a bunch of flowers that seem to grow out of her head.

She speaks, words like honey, "I've been looking for someone to help me with a predicament of mine, and you might be perfect for the job."

A new vine slithers towards me trousers and pulls t'em down, exposing me lad.

"A male? No matter." She seems upset for some reason. "I guess you will have to do."

She thinks a moment, then speaks, "I have a very simple demand for you. Fertilize me, and I will let you go. Refuse to cooperate, and I will turn you into fertilizer."

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Me eyes widen at the sudden advances from the buxom beauty. This was not what I was expectin', to say the least.

...

Dumbfounded, I finally let out the words: "Mercy me..."

I continue, "I 'ave no objections. But perhaps an active participant is more yer speed?"

I throw a grin, I can feel myself beamin' at the sudden upswing of luck. Better a quick shag than a body bag!

With a small smile she replies, "Of course, but I can't risk letting you leave just yet."

With that, I'm lowered quite gently to the ground, and another vine wraps around me wrist before the first around me ankle retreats. This new vine seems to be more of a leash than the bindin' she had me in. Whate'er she's into, I suppose.

"Trust me, lass. I've been wanderin' aimless fer days with no sense o' direction. I'll ne'er walk away from such a dotey thing in need."

With that, I strip, eyes never leaving her's. Me eyes glued, not even noticin' that what little the vines was coverin' was now on display. I feel an almost primal hunger bubblin' up. Once the cloth hits the floor, I take a deep breath. The aroma be a mix of floral scents and the telltale smell of arousal. I reach up and caressin' her cheek before goin' in for a kiss. Me lips meet hers, and a heat spreads through me body. The fire centers on me groin. Me mind clouds, me thoughts fallin' away as me body moves on its own...

I need to breed.

I ride the waves of sensual passion, me hands explorin' her every curve. I lay me lips over every inch, makin' me way down her cheek, then her neck, then to her beautiful breasts. Me tongue traces a winding trail from her clavicle down her sternum, through her cleavage before swirling its way to each of her juniper-hued tips. Each flick of the tongue sends waves through her body. Her breath is ragged, and her eyes are beggin' me for more as I look up at her.

Me right hand drifts between her legs, feeling the silky folds. Her legs part as soon as I make contact. Her pussy's the smoothest thing I've ever touched. Me fingers don't need to go very far before they are drenched, showing just how eager she is. My first finger dances on her button as moans escape her throat.

Her hands dart towards my cock and stroke. Her hands have an oily lube that she seems very experienced with. Her vines comin' from all around, gently pushin' me in front of, then under her, nestlin' me into the soft bed of the flower bud, right between her thick thighs. Me lad stands tall, aimin' right for her honeypot, as she looks down at me. That same hunger peaks through her feigned composure as she takes hold of me. Slowly she lowers herself down, stoppin' just as me head touches her. She gives a wink before droppin' full ****.

She feels like heaven. Her walls hug me like I they missed me. She's soppin' wet. She starts to move. She starts grindin', lettin' us both adjust to the feelin'. She starts swirlin', rockin', in and out, up and down, side to side, teasin' me nips and lickin' me earlobe. I'm lost in the pleasure of her form.

I lose track of how many times I cum. Every time I feel spent, she feeds me this nectar that sends shivers through me loins, and throws me back into her. In one of the later rounds, I feel a vine, coated in that same lube, creep 'round my ass and slip in. She gently moves 'round inside, teasin' and pushin' on me prostate. At that, I shoot a load so massive, I can see her belly bulge a bit from the strain. My vision fades, but I can feel her still goin'.

...

After who knows how long, I come back to me senses. She purrs "I can feel your seed take root in me, just as mine have taken root in you. Be sure to spread them far and wide, my love."

The vine holding me wrist had left at some point, leaving me free to go.

In fact, it seems she wants me to leave for some reason. "Before you leave, a gift."

She holds out a bunch of fruits. "These are extra nutritious, and will help sustain you on your perilous journey."

I take 'em and stow 'em away in me bag.

While retreating back into the flower she says, "Farewell, it was nice meeting you."

Taking a moment to recover before I come back to full faculties, I start to don me garb once more. I gather the fruits into me bag before turnin' to leave.

Harkin' back, I say, "Take care, lass. I'll check back when I get tha chance ta check on any... seedlings."

A satisfied look is plastered on me face as I set out into the wood.

[Gain 50 EXP, several nutritious fruits, and a warm feeling in my... heart...]

[1d100 encounter roll result: 52]

During the hour of twilight, I hear a groan come from nearby. Less than a minute later, a shamblin' corpse fumbles its way out of the foliage and tries to move towards me.

I sigh and ask, "Alright, are ya one of the ones tha' still got a bit o' ya in there, or are ya just a husk? Crouch if ya be gettin' any o' this?"

I take a few steps back as I assess the creature. It takes step after clumsy step after me, and it don't seem to take one word or the other from what I be sayin'. I think it's safe to say it's the latter. It's a fight.

"Shite..."

[Initiative Called, I roll 9, Zombie rolls 16]

As I hesitate, the zombie has a sudden burst of speed and lunges at me, but I easily dodge its stiff swipes.

[ Zombie rolls to hit: 6, I roll evasion: 16]

I look around for any low, sturdy branches on the surrounding trees. Somethin' I can swing, or maybe I could try the trick where you bend the branch and it whops the other man, but alas, they be bare as can be, nothin but twigs.

[1d20+2 Precision roll result: 9]

In me moment of distraction, the zombie takes another swing at me. Their hand grabs hold of the sleeve of me tunic, but the cloth slides out, skin schlepping off from the palm.

[ Zombie rolls to hit: 8, I roll evasion: 8]

I know for a fact I canny take it head on. I go for a trip, hopin' it's stumblin' means its feet ain't too deft. Dodgin' under it's lunge, I sweep its shin, sendin' it face first onto the forest floor, renderin' it **** to an attack. I go to stomp its head, but by some chance lose my footin', sendin' me down.

[I roll to trip: pass ~ I roll to hit w/ advantage: 2 NAT 1's]

My decrepit compatriot stumbles up and attempts to slam a fist down onto me, only for me to roll out of its path.

[ Zombie rolls to hit w/ advantage: 8 & 2, I roll evasion: 9]

Standing up, I attempt another trip. It steps over me leg, and throws a punch before losin' balance and fallin' flat once more.

[I roll to trip: fail ~ Zombie rolls to hit: Nat 1]

Seeing this as either the gods smilin' on me, or havin' a laugh, I stomp down on the little gobshite's noggin'.

CRUNCH

[I roll to hit w/ advantage: 5 & 19, zombie rolls evasion: 13 ~ 3 dmg]

Gettin' back to its feet, I can plainly see the shambler's eyes gouged out. I look down to see two puddles of cloudy ichor trailin' down some protrudin' roots. He shifts back and forth, searching for me. I think to take out its knee from the side, but its stiffness keeps it from bucklin'. By some chance, it shambles off in the direction the kick came from.

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A bit in disbelief, I dust the dirt off of me clothes. I take a breath before settin' out once more.

[20 EXP gained]

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