Not really

The herbs I ate gave me fever dreams. I thought I was in the tree tops look at the world. I blinked and say glowing fruit. In my stupor I plucked them and feasted. Sating my hunger and thirst. For a moment my body felt light. Then I fainted again.

Waking up I felt great. The rash from yesterday was gone as well. I stood up and looked at myself. I was back to normal. I gave a sigh of relief and went into the day with a smile.

Wandering the forest I stumbled upon a pickaxe laying on the ground. The path was well used. So why would it be. “Well their bad luck is my gain.” I muttered as I hefted the tool. I gave it a few practice swings. “Better than no weapon.” I looked around and noticed something in the distance between the trees.

I run toward it and find an old watch tower taken over by the forest. I look around for the door to get it. Finding it I try to open it but the door was wedged shut. I slammed into it with my shoulder and it opened. I was luck the building didn’t crumble on top of me.

The inside was empty and the floors above had decayed away ages ago. “Well this was a waste of time.” I mutter.

I left the area as it had no use to me. As I moved through the forest once again I was contemplating to find a cave or place to make a camp at. It would allow me to have more than I could carry. And I could have a place to craft weapons and tools.

As I was lost in thought the ground opened up in front of me. From the burning hole came a humanoid with horns tipped with fire and demonic wings. The armor he wore was sinister and demanded respect. The man looked around his handsome face grinning with menace. As he leaves the hole the ground closed and left no evidence of what had just happened.

The man’s eyes fell on me finally. “Ho, a witness... what a bother.. but that could be fun... Say, pity mortal, do you have any offer for me to consider sparing your life? Or should i take my fun?” His voice was dripping with entitlement.

“Don’t have anything but this pickaxe. I don’t suppose you would be merciful and let me live after seeing you arrive before you go and fuck up this forest. Always nice to have someone know right. Spread the fear and impending fate.” I know he is above me in every way. The fear was clear in my voice. I was practically begging for him to let me live.

The man listens to Chris’ suplication, and ponders it. then laughs.*

"Ha ha ha... You foolish mortal... but at least for a moment you made me forget my day's problem... your life will be spared...

But you are somewhat right, there a need to spread fear, the fear of my name, the fear of Caranthir... so you'll help me with that spreading...” he walked around me. Eyeing my body with a pleased expression.

“You have now a quest of your own. You seems to be an adequate fighter, you might win some battle. Now you'll have to **** your victims in my name, no more killing; and bred them when would they be female."

He snaps his finger, and a strange collar appears onto Chris's throat.

“This will keep me informed of your progression. It also grant you enhanced libido, you'll never be unable to perform the task, so no excuses. You'll be summoned in some days later, and we see how you... hum, performed. Should you have failed the quest, you'll be altered to be in the opposite position of that quest. Is that all clear to you? Or you could discard that quest and accept the defeat already... fine by me, but less fun"

“That sounds like fun. Should I call you Lord Caranthir? Also how many should I fuck before you summon me?” I ask.

"You can call me Lord.. I like it... and answer is simple : as many as you can, to please me..."

“If it pleases you to have me spread your name by spreading cheeks. Then I hope I can live up to the task.” I kneel my mind already being warped by the collar’s, and unknown to me then the forest’s, effects.

"Go now, lost soul, spread fear. I have other matters to attend to."

After he gives me permission to leave my hunt for a semi permanent home begins. I will **** the dwellers of the forest and breed their females. Or die trying. For now night falls and I must sleep in the cold again.