Between the trees

Lae’zel did not slow down.

Branches slapped at my shoulders as she dragged me between trunks and bushes, the bonfires fell away behind us, the sounds of celebration dimming until it was only a distant hum.

Her grip on my wrist was digging insistently into my skin. She moved like she was cutting through enemy lines, not shrubbery—direct, ruthless, and utterly focused. Each step carried a lethal urgency, as if there were a time limit only she could see.

I let her pull me, half stumbling, half following willingly. The air grew cooler in the shadows between trees, but Lae’zel ran hot—literally. Heat rolled off her in waves, the sharp, metallic tang of her sweat mingling with the sweet residue of firewine I could catch on her breath.

We pushed through one last curtain of vegetation before she stopped so abruptly I had to catch myself not to collide with her.

“Here,” she said, voice rough. “This is far enough. No one will interrupt.”

She was breathing faster now. Not quite panting, but close. Her pupils were blown wide, catching what scraps of moonlight filtered between the leaves. A deep flush had risen along her pale green skin—from her neck up across her cheeks, even the tips of her ears tinted a darker shade.

The aphrodisiac in the wine, the corrupted aura… all of it ran riot through a body already warped by Graz'zt influence. Her mouth—my little masterpiece—was almost shimmering as she wet her lips, tongue flicking out brief and sharp, as if even the air on them was too intense.

Lae’zel stepped in close, her fingers curling into my clothing, releasing my cock with military precision and starving desperation. There was no threats, no warnings, no contractual disclaimers about how "this was my right."

Just a single, low growl of needy intent.

“Do not speak,” she said, eyes burning into mine. “Just… endure.”

[Lae'zel Corruption: +2]

In the time I had been in this strange land I had faced down devils, hags, monsters, Drow. None of them had ever stared at me with the singular intensity Lae’zel gave to her current task.

She sank to her knees like a warrior falling into battle trance. The moment her lips sealed around me, her entire body jolted.

A raw, choked moan vibrated up my shaft as the aphrodisiacs coating her hypersensitive tongue came to life. Her eyelids fluttered hard, then rolled half-back, leaving only a sliver of golden yellow as her lashes trembled. A sharp, shocked sound escaped her throat—almost a gasp, almost a growl—cut off as she pushed through it, refusing to be beaten by her own reactions.

Her mouth was already impossibly hot, impossibly wet, the aphrodisiac turning every inch of her tongue and throat into a live wire. Each slow drag of her lips sent shudders racing through her; her breath came in ragged, needy bursts against my skin. Saliva spilled from the corners of her stretched mouth in thick, glistening strands, dripping down her chin and onto her heaving breasts, tracing shining paths over flushed skin.

She moaned again—low, guttural, ****—the vibration rolling straight into my spine. Her hands clawed at my hips, nails carving red crescents, anchoring herself as her thighs clenched hard, rolling climaxes started rippling through her body. Fresh wetness streaked down the inside of her legs, her pussy clenching on nothing, dripping openly onto the earth beneath her knees.

And still she pressed on.

[Lae'zel Corruption: +2]

Her hands locked unto me, fingers digging in, nails biting just shy of pain as if she needed the grounding. Her motions took on a rough rhythm, **** and hungry, more about exertion and complete commitment than finesse. Each time she swallowed me to the root, her throat convulsed around my length, the tight, wet heat milking me while her tongue lashed the underside like a whip.

I slid my hands to the back of her head, fingers threading into the ridges of her braids and the warm skin beneath. The moment I pulled her deeper, her whole body jolted again. Her breath hitched against me, a tremor running through her neck and shoulders. I held her there, let her feel the steadiness of my grip. She melted into it instantly, as if that touch unlocked something deeper, some instinctive submission.

I let out the alluring blasts. At this point it was almost cheating.

Strong pulses of eldritch energy bled down my arms, gathering at my fingertips before sinking into her scalp where my hands held her tight. Every thrust forward pushed the energy deeper, and each pulse hit her like another rolling wave. Her thighs shook. A muffled, **** sound vibrated through her, almost a sob of pleasure. The allure fed her trance, fed her hunger, fed the continuous climax she’d already tipped into. Her pussy clenched visibly beneath the scraps of leather still clinging to her hips, juices dripping in steady rivulets down the inside of her trembling thighs, pooling at the earth beneath her knees. With every blast, a fresh squirt escaped her, hot and clear, splashing the leaves as her body surrendered her pride in the most obscene way.

[Lae'zel Corruption: +2]

Lae’zel shuddered, a full-body orgasm. Her eyes rolled back again; this time they stayed there, her face caught somewhere between strain and rapture. She made a low, guttural sound that vibrated through both of us.

She was lost.

Not just focused. Gone.

The disciplined Githyanki warrior, the soldier, the hunter of ghaik—she had vanished into a trance where there was only continuous mind-melting pleasure.

That's when I heard the rustle.