Cardin Winchester

Oh pick the Beach... It will be SO EASY... There's gonna be swimsuits and hot lifeguards.

Cardin had no idea why he even bothers to listen to his teammates anymore. When Headmistress Glynda was assigning extra credit missions around Vale, he wanted to work that guard detail along the city wall. But no.... those jack asses had to pick the beach. Sky didn't want to go because he didn't want to spend all day checking shipping containers for contraband. Then Dove hates going anywhere near the wall because the wall district is where all the anim- FAUNUS (Gotta be careful, last time he said the 'A' word Coco used his team for target practice) live. And Russel is such a fucking coward that he was scared that on the off chance there IS a Grimm incursion they're on the chopping block. What's the point of coming to school to learn to hunt Grimm if your gonna run every time you see one.

So his team got beach duty. Sadly it wasn't all 'sunshine and bikinis' as Russel said. No, they've spent the last four hours under a hot August sun picking up garbage. He thought this was such a waste of his time. Blue-Bloods like Cardin shouldn't be spending their gods' given time picking up trash for the peons. He wasn't even allowed to bring his weapon, just one of those reachers you find at the pharmacy next to the walking canes and pill planners. At least his magic made things just a tad bit easier; picking it up so he wouldn't have to get his hands dirty, and helping him find cool shit that these fuckups lose in the sand like wallets and wedding rings.

He thought he hit the Jackpot when he found some jeweled golden lamp washed up on the beach. He thought that he could sell it and make a decent buck, or at the very least hand it into Oobleck and skip a week of class. He looked around to see if his teammates were nearby before sighing when he finally spotted them. The three stooges were busy fighting over the last can of beer they found in an abandoned ice chest. Thrush had poked Sky's eyes, Sky just smacked Dove, and Dove had hopped on top of Thrush and was hitting him repeatedly in the face.

"CHILL OUT!" Cardin shouted before pointing his palm at his cohorts, blasting a blue beam from his hand freezing them in place. He walked off with his new treasure before he could hear them cuss him out; rubbing the lamp as he left earshot before everything went black.

He woke up the next moment he was laying at the base of a large tree, at least he thought it was a tree. It was more like an temple carved into the tree the size of a small island. He looked up seeing pitch black void. "Where the fuck am I?" he mused to himself. After getting off the ground and found the lantern had begun to glow a bright crimson. He pulled out his scroll and looked around using the flashlight. He looked above the edge to find that there was nothing beneath the roots. As far as he could tell, he was in the floating arboreal building in a deep black space. There wasn't any time to panic before some strange sounds caught his attention.

Mmm! Oohh! Nnnngh!

Cardin looked around and took hold of the grabber he was using as a make shift weapon before he began to walk the direction he heard them from. Can't be picky. For some odd reason he didn't feel scared or nervous despite the situation he was in. Only a strong desire for whatever he was looking for. There was something here for him to take, a treasure worth ten thousand of those lanterns he found on the beach. His feet compelled him forward. Occasionally he would stop to take in the debauched scenery.

He glanced at a mural while he walked depicting people doing several sexual activities. Two women sixty-nining each other on the grass, a dude carry-fucking some bimbo while a 'smaller' man watches, a crowd of men taking their turns on a slut, a woman pegging a sissy and many many more . His erection grew in his pants as he passed it before he made it to a walkway lined with wooded statues.

Each statue depicted a naked woman in some form of submissive stance ready for them to be dominated by a master or mistress. One had a woman kneeling while looking up while her hands held her impressive tits, another had the woman on her back with her legs spread out while her fingers played with her pussy, another was on her hands and knees presenting her sizable ass for the taking, and so forth.

Man if this place wasn't so fucking creepy I'd move here. Cardin took in the sights before he approached the grand alter where he found the source of the noises. It was a naked woman; at least he thought it was a woman, her pale bone white skin and crimson eyes made her look somewhat like a Grimm, being held up by what he thought was branches or vines but moved around her body like tentacles. She was completely covered by the tentacles as they twirled around her D cup breasts and penetrated in her dark leaking nipples while others groped her ass and thighs.

But they weren't just groping her. Her mouth was occupied by the abnormally thick tentacle deepthroating her while she gurgled on the large member. The other holes didn't fair better; three tentacles rhythmically pumped into her gushing used pussy while two shoved themselves into their asshole. Her tits, her hands, her feet, her thighs, even her armpits were being used by the tentacles to jerk themselves off while others surrounded the milf pointing their ends towards her.

MMMMMmmmmm!!!!

Her body began to twitch as an explosive orgasm took hold of her, squirting milk and pussy juice all over the ground she dangled above. It wasn't long before the tentacles also reached their 'climax' releasing a black fluid into every orifice they were working on while the rest covered her in the thick black cum.

Cardin stood on the ground looking above at the display above him. Fear had not even crossed his mind, only carnal desire coursed through him as his dick stretched the fabric in his pants. A wooden ring floated downward from the dark skyline before levitating within his reach. It wasn't until a powerful female voice echoed in the temple before he snapped out of his trance.

"CARDIN WINCHESTER. YOU HAVE TAKEN OWNERSHIP OF THE LANTERN OF ARDOR AND IS NOW THE RIGHTFUL MASTER OF THE PRISONER. CLAIM YOUR PRIZE!!!"