You enter

You have some trepidation about trespassing, but you nevertheless slowly and cautiously begin to approach the hut. You feel the well worn dirt give a little underfoot as you step up to the entrance and look in.

It is very dark, but you can just see in the middle of the hut is a fire ring with some hot embers still glowing and smoldering. There are pelts making a carpet around the inside, roots and dried meats hanging from the low, smokey ceiling.

As you duck inside it hits you that it smells dank but nice here in here, a mix of pine smoke, sweat, and herbs. It’s homely, in its own austere way, like a well kept camping tent.

You have to kneel down to properly get inside the hut and it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the low level of light inside.

You see a smattering of carved bowls sitting around the fire circle's edge, stone tools and ivory figurines lay haphazardly about as if simply left in a hurry. One familiar figurine catches your eye.

“Vernius impudica“ you say to yourself, eyeing the same figurine that was in that box, looking fresh and new beside the fire circle. You reach over and pick it up, feeling how clean the ivory seems to be, newly carved even.

You squint at the figurine, turning it over in your hand, wondering what exactly this means for you. Are you dead? Still just dreaming? Have you time traveled back to―

“N̸̢̼̎ͅØ̶͕̐̈̿̓͂̀̔R̶̡͕̠̀́͝ ̵͇͕̰͇͆̓̄̈͋͝ ̸̢̨͔͚̠̗͈̄͂͛͐̑͝Z̴̜̺͉͎͐̂̓Ā̴͇͗̏̓̐̽R̸̯̜̭̭̈́̊̒̃̈͝Ạ̷̏ ̵̥̠͒͋́̃͠ ̴̻͓̲̓̇͋͘Â̶͙̞̰̹̑͜R̸̛̺̳̯͓̣̭̭̓̔Ȓ̴̡̲̙̓̈́͜O̷͙̟̤̹̿T̶͇̭̩͇̈̌͒̈́̏̄̊Ȥ̵̢̧̣̼̮͙̺͌͠Ą̵͈͖̝̲̘̓”

You feel someone shout at you, or rather shout inside you but is not you. It isn’t a normal voice. It’s like a thousand people shouting different things all at once in your head, each in a different language. You feel the hairs on the back of your neck snap to attention. Your whole body tenses.

You jump to look at the entrance, and there in it stands a dark figure outlined by the light outside. The figure floats into the hut, ducking to enter. You feel the air charge with electricity, the air smelling of ozone.

“I didn’t take anything I swear!” You shout, dropping the figurine, backing yourself into the other side of the hut. Your head smacks cool wood. Your naked back presses against the splintery wall. The figure stops right in front of the fire circle, mere feet from you, their face concealed by a hood and their entire body hidden by a long brown cloak of what looks like leather.

“Z̷̧͓͍͍̀̏̅̇̄̀̚ͅU̵̦̥͉̅͘̕͠ ̸̡͇̜̦́ ̴̼̰̲̞͛̔Ź̷͚̌Ȧ̷̧̧̺̻̹̆͑̎̈́͆R̷̛͓̖̬͆́͝͝Ⱥ̴̤͛ ̶̡̪̩͕́̈͑͗͋̏͠ ̶͉͓̤̱̘́̊͂̿̕N̸̤̒̋͗́͝I̴̻͓͊R̴̺͍̦͎̭̀̿̈E̴̻̖͕̰̻͑̃́̀̆͘ ̵͔͎̑̓̂̐̂̍̚ ̶̢̛̭͎̤̳̦̄̊̅̄͒͜T̸̼͚̺̭̖̹̈Ẍ̶̤̰̱̯̤̟́̀̒͑̀Ą̴̼͎̪̈́̋̄̋̃̕P̸͓̦̦̅̏͜È̴̙̼̱̣̽̎̒L̶̠͔̻͔͙̲̈́͆͠D̵̢̬̮̩͛́́̆̒̒́Û̸̹̲̙Ņ̵̮͉̟̪̰͗̀̎̀ ̵̼̜̭̖̭̜̐̐̑͋̋͝”

They boom at you from inside your own head. Your mind goes blank from the loudness of the voices inside your head. Your ears start ringing. You are shaking, you realize. Shaking in fear.

“Please don’t hurt me.” You hoarsely shout, your voice quavering. The figure stands there unmoved. The smoke from the fire circle curling in lazy spirals between you. Your eyes are locked on the faceless void of the hood. You feel your breath come hard and ragged.

“E̴̗̯̅͋̽͜M̸̡͈͈̍͌͘̕Ą̸̛̯͙͓́ͅN̵̯͕̲͍̜̹̓̅ͅK̷̤͔̪̳̋͒̃͌̃̚Ǫ̵̝̀̈́̄̚R̶͙̯̟̮̫͓̃̋͘͝T̷̡̛̙̦̱̙͛́͌͛͜͝Ā̷̟̾̕S̷͍̱̮͌͐͠͝U̵̠͉͈̒͊̈Ň̷̲̩̆̽́͊Ӓ̷͖̜̺̭̱̘̿̿̈̀̚ ̸̫̲̼͔̼̏͐́͘ͅ ̶̨̧̡̛͖̩̼͊̄̍Ɛ̷̞̼̑̌ͅT̵̛̩͍͕̹̺͔̒̊͝Ã̷͕̖̤̳̙̝̳̔̽́͝ ̶̘͖̘̓͛̀̾͌̐ ̵̧̺̜̤̀͋E̷͍̬͉̎̈́̔͝D̵̢̖̘̈́̋̍͝Ɇ̴̼̰̌̑̂͛Ř̸͍͎͎̠̇̿Ṱ̴͉̤̘̈͐͒̏̈̇A̵̮̿͋$̵̝̲́͗U̶̺̻̖̒̾N̴̉͑̌̊̚ͅA̴̜̹̒͋̿ ̴͈̟̟̭͑ ̶̺̙̙̝̩́̎̔̀̈́̈́И̷̧̗͍͇̫̜̯̏͘A̴̧̰̟͂̄̋͌͗̕Į̸̣̤̜̟͕̆̓Z̴̬̠̈́͊͘͝”

They thunder at you, giving you the mother of all headaches, a loud dull whine of tinnitus filling your ears. Bringing your hands up to your ears does not help. The cloaked figure is not talking to you. They are talking in you, and it hurts. You don’t know what they are doing but you want them desperately to stop. It hurts your ears, like the voice of God is speaking into your head and ringing it like a church bell.

”I don’t know what you’re saying,” you groan out. You look at the figure staring wide eyed and your hands clasped tightly over your ears.

Then they move, slowly and deliberately. They reach up to their hood with both hands. You feel yourself somehow get even more tense. They flick it back unceramonously.

A woman’s round face meets you: lightly tanned skin, long and messy brown hair disappearing down her back, big brown eyes that look on the verge of tears, a cute upturned nose, and pouting lips.

You blink and blink again in disbelief, getting the tears out of your eyes. To be honest you had been expecting horrors beyond time and space but the fact that it's a ‘she’ rather than an ‘it’ has thrown you even more off balance. She reaches down for the knot around her neck.

“z̵̭͎̈̋̔͜ũ̵͔͛̕͝ṛ̸̱̲̺̈́̈́̋̐ẻ̶̝́ ̵̗̭̣̜̔m̶̗͋͆a̶͓̹̎ȉ̵̡̞̞͐s̵̯̗̽͐̈͝u̵̢̥̪̖̔̈́̐t̴̘̦̞͑͠z̸̟̮̔̈́̾̾a̵̭̓̂̈̿t̷̛̗̓͝ ̵̠̥͒̏̀͜h̶̬͎͚͒̂́̑á̷̩̼͚̈́͛̃r̶̦̟͍͍͘͝͝ṭ̷̯̑͒ǘ̸̹̪̓̎͒ʞ̶̳͛͛͑o̸͔̭͈͖͌̈̊ ̸͔͙̤̽͛͂͘n̸͓̟̿a̸͔̯̬̝̽̌̃͝ų̶̜͎̈̀̋̃̂z̷̢̈́̈́̚͠ü̴͎”

Her lips do not move but you understand that she is the one speaking to you. Her “voice” is quieter now, still a dull roar in your head and still a thousand different voices all speaking together and completely different things at the same time. Sounds that you have never heard, languages lost to time.

Her brown eyes are stuck to you as she loosens the string. The robe falls away to the floor revealing her body. You feel your jaw fall open like a cartoon character as you can’t help but stare.

Her body is in a single word voluptuous. You see her massive pendulous breasts sway a little with every breath she takes, each one tipped with a big pink puffy nipple that comes almost to a point like the nose of a torpedo. Her belly is a bit pudgy but not fat. Her wide hips cock to one side as she moves her weight from one foot to the other in front of you. Her thighs are thick, but not obscenely jiggly, muscle rather than fat. Her crotch is an uneven diamond of brown hair, a bit of a happy trail reaching up towards her belly button. She eyes you, a smug grin starting to crawl across her cute face. You feel your cock twitch between your legs.

The woman in front of you saunters around the fire circle and kneels a foot or so in front of you. You stop pressing yourself back against the wall of the hut, still wary of her intentions.

She sits there a moment, regarding you as you lay there in what you have to assume is her home. Her eyes come to rest on your cock which is half hard in an unlikely mix of fear and excitement.

You see the little grin she had before blossom into a full smug smile before her eyes flick back to meet yours. She adjusts her position, crossing her arms under her breasts and wordlessly proffering them up to you. You reach forwards tentatively, and she leans forwards, biting her lip.

You seize her breast in your hand and hear her gasp a little. Her breast is impossibly warm and soft. You try to cup her massive breast with one hand but your hand is too small to fully hold her excessive titflesh. You feel your body relax at the touch, all of the anxiety and worry and fear melting away. She feels warm, human, and after hours and hours of upset wandering through the forest, this feels great.

You bring another hand up, cupping her other breast and hearing her breath catch a little at the stimulation. Her breasts are huge, her nipples starting to harden. You feel a soft hand lightly ruffling your hair, and she coos at you while you fondle her breasts.

You meet her smiling eyes for a moment, still not exactly sure what, if anything she wants from you.

“b̥͕͈̤̌ͣ̊̌͛͗̚ͅo̼̫̤̻̾ͯ͛͐ͣ̓͋t̡̟̥̃̈ͦ͛e̩̥̫̦̟̮͈͋̉̓̈ͯͮṙ͉̘̼̥͕̽̍ͪͭ̒ͨȅ̙̗͍͕̺̝̪ͬͨ̅̂̋̊͢à͚̘̞̳ͯͤ̾̂”

You hear her “say” and you shiver. Something feels intensely weird about her knowing and responding to your thoughts, but then again, it’s hard to question anything about this.