Go on a Daring Debauchery Tour

You curiosity is piqued. Siobhan may be confident, but what she is describing sounds incredulous. Fantastic, even. The thing that amateurs and young perverts believe and look into, not something for serious academics. She might be a charlatan herself, or worse, genuinely believes in this but is crazy. If she is either, you need to break off this arrangement with all haste. Still, there's a chance she just might be telling the truth of all this, and if she's the only one with this knowledge to impart, those secrets become all the more valuable and precious. You find yourself agreeing to the offer, if only to test your own skepticism

"Sure Siobhan, let's see this elemental plane of lust." You say confidently, your arms crossing in front of you.

"You don't believe me. That's fine. You'll understand soon enough" She opens her book open and starts to shift down in her chair, her hands down below where you can see them.

"Could you do me a favor, actually? Just to help speed this up? Could you get undressed?"

"What? Why?" You ask. Siobhan bites her lip and softly moans as you see her shoulders move slightly in a rhythmic fashion. Her body language is all the explanation you really need, but she provides it anyway. "The caster needs to be in tune with lust and desire in order for this to work"

" I don't believe this..." You say to yourself as you abide the elder wizard's antics anyway. While this screams of utter nonsense, you at least humor her to the full measure, trying to slink out of your robe as seductively as you can.

"Ooooh, a show. You're quite the overachiever Verigas." Though you can't see the motions yourself, you can see the implications of her arm moving back and forth to know she's rubbing her pussy under her own robes while watching you. Your plain robe falling down to the ground, your hard cock is exposed. You can scarcely believe it, but you're turned on as well. You stroke yourself in front of Siobhan tauntingly, and she responds well. "Yes, there we go, someone is at last being honest with themselves. Now, get yourself ready!" She lifts her moistened hands from her legs to make the necessary arcane gestures to cast the spell. A yawning portal of blue magical energy opens before you, looking suspiciously similar to a gaping asshole. You start to reach for your robes from the floor, and Siobhan quickly corrects you. "You won't need that where you're going, believe me." Taking her advice, you enter the portal, stark naked and erect.

Walking through, the immediate light is blinding, you cover your eyes as you walk through. Your skin softly tingles along the way, and lingers as you finish your journey, stepping into a strange new land. Pulling your hand down, the land seems at first, very familiar. The world is warm and moist. You feel soft grass under your feet, see humble fruit trees in the distance. A clear blue sky covers the soft hillside, of what appears to be a fertile grassland. A VERY, fertile landscape, it would seem. The grass is laden with water, a soaking, sucking feeling with each step, as though it had just rained for a week. The trees, on closer inspection, are overladen with fruit. Taking one off, the very tree seems to moan with pleasure, the orange seemingly larger than any you had seen. You'd otherwise suspect it as overripened, but peeling the thin skin back and biting, is gushing full of sweet juice and tender flesh. You explore the area slowly, convinced that this is what Siobhan was talking about, a seeming placid environment, where nothing bad could happen. "I could get used to this" You sigh quietly to yourself, venturing deeper into the wooded area. You follow a stream, always at the very edge of it's banks, seeing what you could find. It's only too soon that you find out your earlier belief was incorrect.

You hear a distinct scream in the distance, like someone in a panic. Springing into action, you run towards the sound, finding a dryad, rare elementals of the forest, being attacked and **** by animated tendrils of the trees. It's hand and feet bound in place, her orifices being pounded by tentacle-like vines, the heads of each shaped like a hard and throbbing cock. Her cries come to a stop as one shoves itself deep down her throat. Utterly helpless to fight against all of them, her cries for help muted by the wood deep in her esophagus. You find the scene of a dryad being **** her own woods...erotic. Your cock is harder than you ever remember it being before. It's not until a tentacle pulls out and cums on her face, another immediately taking it's place, before your brain kicks into gear and tries to stop it.

Charging towards her, you wave your hands like a maniac, not having any other recourse but to shout "Hey, stop that! Get out of here!" Most of the tentacles abide, leaving the dryad in a sweaty mess, cum dripping from her throat

"Master Elf! Whatever did you do that for?" Seeming no worse for wear. You take a slight pause, confused by the events

"You mean, you weren't being ****?"

"What's '****'?" She asks. Seemingly dumbfounded by each other, this is making for strange first contact. You take a guess by the implications.

"You mean, you were letting the tentacles fuck you like that?"

"Of course, I asked them to! Stupid Elf!"

"I'm sorry, I'm just...new here is all."

Her angry demeanor disappeared like nothing had happened "Oh, a visitor! How nice, we haven't had any in such a long time, let me welcome you than..." Leaning forward, still nursing a tentacle in her wet pussy, she opened her mouth, tongue sticking out eagerly. Acting on sheer impulse, you shove your cock in your mouth fast. Showing no restraint, you put your hands in her hair and fuck her mouth as fast as you can right off the bat. The dryad seemingly only enjoys it more, moaning deeply as you go. An elemental being, breathing is no concern, and has no real ability to gag on you, so you could fuck her face as long as you wanted without recourse.

Well, maybe one. Either from your furious pace, or the nature of the world you find yourself in, you feel yourself about to cum quickly. Carnal appetite drives you. 'she's a woodland sprite' you begin to think 'let's give her all of my seed, see what she does with'. As you start to cum, you shove your cock as deep down your throat as you can, shooting a pent up load. Pulling your dick out, you take a step away, and see her play with your white cum in her mouth before swallowing "That was very good Mister Elf! Thank you for that." The tentacle in her pussy finally retracts, and she stands up

"Now that we've been properly introduced Mister Elf, how can I help you? You do look a little lost"

The thought takes a second, and you feel you have to clarify "Wait a second...people, things, here introduce themselves to each other...through sex?" You know you're on the plane of lust, but this is a little strange. More so that the dryad isn't bothered "Well, yes. Of course. How do you introduce yourselves where you come from?"

"Oh...you know. Shaking hands, telling each other your name. Things like that. I don't mean to be rude, but this forest seems a little strange."

"None taken Mister Elf! I've heard much the same from visitors before. They say that things get stranger the deeper in you go, but it doesn't seem that odd to me. Come, let me be your guide, I'll show you all the forest has to offer?" As she starts to move further along the stream, seemingly in a hurry to show off this depraved, oversexed forest.

It gets weirder the deeper in you go? Seeing mock tentacle **** with a dryad, who doesn't actually understand the concept of consent, and it's supposed to get even kinkier from here? A part of you is worried about what lays beyond. If this place is a manifestation of perversions and fetishes, you're worried about what possible shape the stranger ones could take shape of the deeper in you go. On the other hand, your cock is still rock solid hard. You could fuck again in a second if you wanted to. You could probably never stop fucking. If you find a part of this plane that is more to your liking, you would probably find it a paradise. A part of your mind entertains a new thought; perhaps this magical plane is so rarely heard about because of how rarely people decide to leave once they arrive.