Guarond

Vura pinched the bridge of her nose. The Guarond retreated into his dwelling and for some odd reason she was the only person he would accept 'payment' from. Jeane guessed that it was simply due to Vura being the first woman he saw, or perhaps that the monster had a type.

'In any case, I just have to endure it for seven minutes. It's for the group and I haven't had to do anything else like this yet when most of the others have encountered some type of trouble with their body.' She whimpered.

'Why couldn't it have been a pretty girl?' Vura knocked on the door loudly.

“Don't just run away once you make the offer!” She shouted.

“Seven minutes, right? Keep your promise.”

“Had time to think? The huge, trollish figure stood within the doorway. As the door opened a rush of warm musk and semen spewed forth and surrounded Vura in her worst nightmare.

'Man smell... How can I last in there if it's this strong from just opening the door?' She glanced back at her party. They were all stood many feet away giving an 'encouraging' thumbs up. She held her nose and mouth.

“Yeah. Let me in.” Vura looked past the Guarond to see into his tiny hovel. There was a terrible excuse for a bed in the form of some travelers satchels and clothes stacked up in the corner with other discarded items strewn about.

'This guy must be an actual menace. But what's worrying me more is...' She tried not to inhale, but rather than finding the smell putrid, as she usually would, Vura felt a curiosity in inhaling. Not a feeling that could come from something that was disgusting, where the desire is to get as far away as possible. Instead it was like an aroma that was meant to be wrapped in for comfort.

'But that can't be right.' Her mind jumped back to Jeanes words.

-

“Remember that a Guarond's smell is particularly foul. If you pass out from it we'll make sure to keep the timer from the moment you step into the dwelling.” Vura was comforted by the Elf's concern, and the plan to keep the time limit from the outside, as well.

-

'As comforting as that was, it's kinda disturbing that this famously bad smell isn't threatening to make me pass out at all. In fact...' She took a breath as she stepped past the frame and inside the dark dwelling. The door shut tight behind her. She looked around in a panic. No windows open, no holes for air to escape or enter. The temperature was not great so the entire place was a sweat factory for her and for him. She felt self-conscious about her own smell at such a time, which shocked her the moment Vura figured out that was what she was feeling.

'No way. It actually feels like I'm worried about what he thinks? There's no way.'

The Guarond placed his hand on the wall behind her and leaned his large head down. “Don' worry... Don' care dat you smell at all.” He promised.

“How are YOU the one to tell me that!?” She screamed, her face turning bright red as his tongue licked the underside of her arm, then up around her neck. Her whole body shuddered.

“Heh heh. You taste good.” Vura was speechless, she had no idea what to say to that and to top it off a sudden heat from her belly prompted her to lift her shirt. The vine-like marking had grown and was incredibly hot and only getting hotter. The Guarond was not oblivious to everything that was happening, at the very least he was not going to give her time to gather her thoughts. He grabbed at the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up. She lifted her arms over her head to avoid anything getting ripped, allowing him to take it off completely in one clumsy motion.

“Dammit...” She grumbled. Her armor was removed as a part of a tip from the group. Everyone knew what she was going in for, so it was not like it could be useful. She stood before him in just her tight leggings and her bra. He slid one large finger under the center strap and pulled that thing off just as easily.

“Hey! There's a way to take that off without breaking it!” She argued.

“Too slow.” Rather than grope her he simply licked across both of her breasts and sucked her tits into his big mouth. Vura threw her head back, her hands and toes curling up. She covered her mouth as she felt a moan coming on.

'No way I am getting aroused by this thing.' She thought. It was in vain. She felt her own body showing it's love for him quite clearly as her sex leaked through her leggings and down her thighs. She gathered her senses enough to look down.

'It is growing... Another leaf? No, it's a petal.' She was not sure how she could tell but the mark was definitely changing progressively.

'What is happening...' She lamented as he picked her up around her waist and tossed her onto the pile of clothes and bags that was in that moment confirmed to be a bed by his intent to have them mate on it.

“Hmm.” he rubbed his chin.

“Borin'”

“The hell did you just say to me?”

“Fight much as you want.”

She huffed. “Is that you giving me permission to beat you up if I can?”

The Guarond laughed. “Yup!”

Vura lunged forward. She was more familiar with a sword and board, but those things required a fundamental level of strength and training so if she were to simply punch someone she would expect them to get laid out.

“You'll regret this!” She slammed her fist into his gut. It sunk into his flab, but then hit what felt like a brick wall.

'If I didn't have training I would've broken my wrist or my hand. He's tough.' She thought admiringly. Vura jumped up and tried to kick him but as it was about to connect he grabbed her foot and held her upside down. Her blonde pony-tail dragged along the floor like a broom as she swayed back and forth.

“Hey!”

“Wut? Can't I fight too?” She expected a punch or something similar. What she did not expect was for him to twist his hand into a flicking motion and bring it to her belly where the mark was.

“What do you think that's gonna-” He flicked the spot with the mark. It was not hard, not for her, but it was solid and he had fingers almost as big as a small human hand anyway. The **** radiated throughout her body, but not just that.

“Eeep!” She yelped, convulsing as something like a mix between pleasure and electricity surged through her body. Pleasure because it felt good and electricity because all her muscles tensed and her body could not move as if she were struck by lightning. He tossed her back onto the bed, aiming her for the deeper, nicer parts that were lumpy with a particularly dense amount of discarded clothing. She looked over to the side and for the first time realized her top and her bra were added to the pile somewhat unceremoniously.

'At least it isn't my armor.' She found the silver lining. Imagining there, added to his conquest sent a shudder through her body. Her armor and weapons were a representation of her status as a warrior. Discarding those in such a way would be akin to throwing that status away like one would toss out a piece of trash. That thought swam through her mind, the idea of him defiling her and taking away her pride.

'What am I thinking right now?' She questioned.

'What am I-' She wiped her mouth.

'Drool?'

“Done?” He asked impatiently.

“No!” She **** herself to stand. Before she could do anything he flicked her mark again.

She made a lewd face and collapsed to her knees. 'It feels like my brain is cumming!' She yowled in some mix between a pained and pleasured tone. In her dazed state a fantastic smell washed over her. It was not actually the smell of baked bread or sweet liquor but the effect was that same comfort that reminded her of her families villa back home.

'Before...' Vura opened her eyes to a long, sweaty gray member staring her in the face. She inhaled and that home-like feeling washed through her again.

'No way.'

He lifted his member and stroked it in front of her. It spurted a clear liquid that arced up before landing over her face and in her hair. As some rolled down her lip and into her mouth she unconsciously licked out and tasted what must have been the nectar of the gods.

“Soooorry! Bit pent up!” He laughed, releasing his cock over her face. It smacked down with such a noise and in such a way that she flinched. It dragged up and down over her skin with minor movements and sweat over her skin like a warm cloth that had been soaked and placed on her forehead. She looked up seriously, though one eye was covered.

“Why...” She mumbled, her eye becoming big and unfocused.

“Wut?”

“Why... H-how...”

“Uh?” He scratched his head.

She grinned and licked over his thick cock gratefully. “How could Jeane lie about how GOOD this tastes and smells!”

-

“She doesn't like it, does she?” Fin whispered. They were outside the window checking from the point in which she disappeared inside so that they could intervene if she needed it. There were many points in which that could happen but at no point did she seem like she wanted out. Quite the opposite. As the cock flopped down over her face the group cringed, but Fin had to turn back and see the glowing mark.

“That mark... It's changing. It's like it's blooming.” Strangely he felt his own mark heat up as he watched. Vura was by no means one of his women, but she was a friend and she was quite loyal and useful. There was still some pain associated with seeing her getting rapt by the disgusting creature.

“I- I think she likes it.” Heilan utters, covering her mouth with both hands.

Kara nodded. “That's now the face of someone that's forcing themselves.” Vura gripped the cock and slathered her own spit over it with her tongue like it was a lollipop.

“But, we should be fine because it's almost time.” To Vura it felt so fast, but to an outside observer there was so much in between time where she was stood in front of him with a dazed expression. She looked so out of it, like her mind could only perceive so much of what was happening and the rest was being blocked off or shortened.

“When the time comes...” Fin began, frustration welling up inside of him.

“We need to help no matter what. I feel like something bad will happen if we let it go on.”

“You lead the way, Hero, I agree.” Kara patted him on the back.

-

“You actually gonna fuck me with this thing?” She wondered out loud.

“Thats tha idea.” He shrugged. As she lapped around the crusty head of his cock lovingly she began rolling her leggings down with one hand. The crotch was soaked and a thin crystal strand of lubricant connected to her cunt before snapping. She continued to leak down her thighs and onto the pile as she kicked the leggings off completely.

“I want it...” She said hungrily.

“I want it!” He held out his hand and she took it, lifting herself up.

'I have never been so attracted to someone in my life.' She blushed, taking in the powerful form of the Guarond.

'But he's a guy...' With that she snapped back for a moment and blinked. She was on her way to kiss his large, dripping mouth. Stinky breath washed over her but to her it was intoxicating and she could not place why. Then, in the clarity she felt something twisting inside her body. Thin roots that had grown from the mark were twisting around her bones, penetrating her nerves and muscles.

'Oh no. No no no...' She felt them winding their way up her spine and had already reached the base of her neck without her realizing it. Small roots that were very hard to feel, but with a very tangible effect. She could not move her body. It was moving on its own. She leaned up and kissed the Guarond lovingly. Of course, his mouth fit comfortably around hers so it almost looked to the observers that he was eating her face.

It was still creeping up. 'If it hasn't reached my brain yet, how am I feeling these things?' She tried to think it through as her body began an affectionate dance of embracing him around his large neck while he gripped her waist and slowly lowered her down to his throbbing cock. It struck her.

'It must be something beyond that! Like a **** or a poison to illicit pleasure and attraction. Then... If that is the case is the mark an actual plant and does the plant need those emotions to grow? No...' She lamented.

'Less like a plant and more like a parasite.'

'How mean.' It was her voice, but different. She looked around, but the Guarant placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face to look at him.

“Nice e'spression!”

“What's my expression...” She asked drunkenly, turning to the only reflective surface. She saw her face. She looked resigned and happy and in no way under stress. It looked like she welcomed the fate she was destined for so openly.

'But that isn't me... Is what you want to say.' Vura cringed internally.

'See? You did not even know that was us until I added that last part.'

'Parasite...' Her mind screamed.

'Parasite? Are trees parasitic among the soil, the water and the sun? Think just a bit about what you are saying, Soil.' Vura felt the roots finally wind their way up around the stem of her brain.

'I have to warn the others not to let it grow...' Vura thought. She turned again to the window, past her reflection at the surprised faces staring in at her.

'Guys-'

Outside her mind she smiled widely in their direction. “I am having such a GOOD time.” She closed her eyes and seemed content as she let herself fall over his member. It pushed inside and bulged behind the mark. Her lips and her eye twitched as the roots completely wrapped around her brain. Her back arched and she felt overjoyed as she rode him. The disgusting troll that had all the perfect qualifications of a lover to her.

'It isn't so bad.' Vura thought.

'Getting take over... It kind of feels good.' She did not feel any different. It was like a switch being pulled. She was still herself and she could still think, the only thing was that she thought different. Her lips curled into a lewd smile that her tongue circled sensually before he blessed her with another sloppy kiss. Her legs bobbed at his side, too weak and short to wrap around his large back. Just straddling him **** her to do the splits. She felt giddy.

'The me that has been alone and confused for so long is finally with someone that makes me feel special. Alive.'

-

“Hero!” Jeane shouted.

“Time is up. Snap out of it.”

Fin felt like he was in a daze. He was watching it happen but he could do nothing but watch until Jeane snapped him out of it.

“Sorry!” He burst in.

“Time's up!” Fin shouted.

They stared at the Guarond's gross, craggy back with it's scales and patches of discolored skin. Vura popped her head up and rested her chin over his shoulder with a pout.

“I mean... Even if time's up I don't actually have to go, right?” She smirked, licking her lips.

“Actually... How about we extend the timer... Seven MORE minutes in.” She gasped in pleasure as she said:

“Heaven.” Her eyes looked different to them, but they could not place it, like an odd color had invaded them. They had no way of knowing that behind her eyes and in them the roots had grown. Her body had become such a seedbed that so little of Vura actually remained, like a ship that had replaced so many parts between beginning and end, only this happened in such a short amount of time.

“Vura...” Fin did not know what to say. His heart hurt and he felt a pit growing in his stomach.

“What are you saying?”

She looked up in thought. “I guess what I'm saying it... I don't need you guys. Any of you.” It was offered so sweetly that it did not hit them immediately.

“This has to be some type of trick... Jeane, check for magic.”

“That is just it, Hero.” Jeane gulped.

“I do not sense any.”

Vura looked at them seriously. She hugged her lover and closed her eyes. She was comfortable just being in his arms, but the fact that his pulsing cock was empty nurturing fluids into her womb also helped. She had a strange, alien awareness to what was happening, but she felt no desire to tell them anymore. She chuckled to herself.

'Of course you don't sense anything. You wont. Because no part of this is magic.' She inhaled deeply and ecstatically, leaning back to look down at her mark. She had no intention of showing them the finished product. The beautiful flower that bloomed on her belly and was still growing.

“How can you be satisfied with this!?” Fin asked, motioning around.

Vura looked around. The flower did not mitigate the part where the Guarond was an abusive, stinky, dirty, idiotic lout. What it did was make her love that about him. She looked around the dwelling and saw home. She saw things to do and when she looked at her man she saw something that she could worship endlessly. She smiled and muttered under her breath as her arms tightened around the big dumb, possessive male.

“Don't judge my soil...”

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