Get rescued...sort of?

The lamia fishes your dick out of your pants and squeezes it hard as she monologues to you: “My sister and I have been punishing the lumberjacks who are trying to take away our home, but they’re no good for me. Their dicks are so small, you don’t even feel powerful when you’re dominating them, you know? Yours, though… I’m going to have fun with you.” She leans in and pricks the crook of your neck with her fangs. Suddenly, every part of your body feels incredibly heavy, and your tongue goes limp in your mouth. “Oh, look at your eyes! Panic more, murderer!” she says, wide-eyed and grinning profusely. “Don’t worry, my venom does nothing to dull the pain…” To emphasize her point, she digs her fingernails into your cock. You wince at the pain, and the snake woman howls with delight.

Then suddenly she freezes, her ears twitching in response to the rising sounds of screaming coming from outside.

“No…” she says. “No, nonono —” She quickly slithers out of the shelter without another word, leaving you all alone and barely able to move. You fight the venom and incredibly slowly drag yourself towards the entrance of the shelter. Once there, you peer down into the village to see several monsters engaged in fighting what appears to be a party of adventurers. On the ground, you identify a human man in leather armor dancing around with a dagger in each hand, a heavily armored bunnykin swinging around a ball-and-chain, and an elven woman wearing a white dress who is currently standing between the other two and buffing them with magic. You can tell it’s not just them, though, and soon enough you find a hooded figure perched in one of the trees across the clearing from you, using a bow to fire down into the mass of monsters. If you had to assign them classes, you’d call them a rogue, tank, cleric, and ranger, respectively.

The village is in an absolute uproar thanks to this party’s unwelcome ****. Some monsters are rushing into battle, while others are gathering younger monsters and fleeing. You scan the village, and your eyes land on a harpy leaping out of a shelter a few trees over. She has short, cyan hair, with matching wings except for a strip of bright red feathers along the base. She flies up and circles the village three times before diving right into the hidden archer’s tree. You lose sight of both her and her target, but then someone else comes out of the same shelter as the harpy: it’s Blythe. She’s fully naked, and even from this far away, you can tell that the harpy has been teasing her body for some time. Her legs are rubbing together and she’s cradling her breasts in her arms as she scans the battlefield. You want to call out to her, but your tongue won’t cooperate, so you put everything you have into raising up an arm and letting it thump down on the padded floor as loudly as you can manage.

Her head sweeps in your direction, finally landing on your limp and heavy body and visibly gasping as she registers who she’s seeing. It’s as if seeing you flips a switch in her, and she completely casts aside her harpy-induced sexual haze to replace it with the very serious task of getting both of you out of here. Buck naked, she manages to skillfully climb down from her shelter. Then, holding her large breasts in place with both arms, she runs over to your tree.

“Evan!” she yells to you. “Are you able to get down?”

You take in a deep breath and **** out the words, “…oison…ody won’…move…” To you, the words come out as not much more than a whisper, but luckily your friend is an elf. She yells back up to you that she’ll be right back and then you see her weave her way through the chaos of the village towards a shelter built on the forest floor instead of in a tree. Nobody seems at all interested in a nude elf running around, thanks to the ongoing battle. Her figure disappears into the ground shelter for a few minutes, and you turn your attention back to the battle.

The lamia from before is in the middle of everything now, going head to head with the human rogue. She dives in, he jumps back, and vice versa, until the bunnykin in heavy armor gets involved. Swinging the ball-and-chain towards the lamia’s head, it just about makes contact when the harpy from before comes swooping in and drops the ranger right into the tank’s backside. The harpy then joins the lamia in the center of the fight, and you witness how well they fight together. Their moves are in sync, as if they know what the other is thinking every step of the way.

Your eye travels back to the ground shelter, from which Blythe is just now emerging. That must have been where they were storing your belongings, because she is once again fully clothed, rapier at her side, with two rucksacks and your {if@ sword = true}sword{elseif mace = true}mace{elseif spear = true}spear{endif} slung over her shoulders. She begins the sprint back in your direction, and you turn your attention to the task of getting out of here.

The tree is too tall and doesn’t have good handholds for you to climb down, even if you could move properly. You’re beginning to regain some strength in your arms, and your tongue is no longer totally useless, so the venom must be fading to some degree. All around you are the random bits of clothing the lamia uses as a carpet, and that gives you an idea. Using all the strength your arms can muster, you tie several shirts, pant legs, and dresses together to form a makeshift length of rope. You then tie one end around a sturdy tree branch that reaches through the shelter, and the other end around your stomach, before dragging your way back to the entrance. Blythe is standing beneath you, looking worried. You test your finger strength and judge that it, unlike the rest of your muscular faculties, seems to be mostly fine now. With that in mind, you firmly grasp the rope and use your weak legs to shove yourself over the edge. Once you’re hanging in the air, your arms start burning like crazy, but you don’t let go of the rope. After an agonizing descent, you fall the last foot and a half right into Blythe’s waiting arms. You prove heavier than she expected, though, and you both fall to the grass.

“Sorry,” you say, laying on your back and staring up at a panicked and mildly flustered Blythe who ended up falling on top of you. “A lamia hit me with some kind of venom. My muscles barely work right now.”

“If you can speak, then it should pass soon,” she says, propping you up against the tree and fishing your armored doublet out of one of the rucksacks. She works it onto your body and then hooks herself under your arm to pull you to your feet. Looking over at the ongoing fight, you see that the adventurers have made the decision to retreat and are being chased away by the lamia, harpy, and a host of other monsters. “We must move now, while they are distracted. Try to walk as much as you can, Evan. I cannot support you like this for long.”

“Are you saying I’m fat?” you look at her with a cheeky grin on your face. She smiles at your joke, and the two of you shamble away from the monster village.