Adventure

Grok was awaken from lustful dreams by the witch but not with a dagger in the chest but a gentle warmth on his loins. She was sitting across his lap playing with his 2 & 1/2 foot penis the slithering thing grasped her as much as she did with both hands. Sucking on the tip drinking the precum leaking out. He spoke " I guess this is better than a dagger in the chest", he focused his member out of her mouth and hands, she pouted in protest, " No master please it tastes so good." She squirmed playing with her self as Grok pulled away and stood up towering over her. He took a moment to quell the embers of lust in him as best he could and spoke at the now much more subdued witch.

"We have cooped up in here for a while now and I grow tired of feeling trapped in these stone walls. I think some fresh air and sun could do us some good. I need to see this world and fucking you over and over is fantastic..." he bends down and strokes her face, "...but I do not think one pussy is going to satisfy my desires." She pouts in disappointment. Grok picks her up and directs her to prepare for travel. She must ask him for permissions to access a magical portal where she keeps her more valuable items. A small rift opens up and she reaches her arm in and speaks the name of an item and it is summon forth, several things are pulled from the magical portal, clothing, a staff of black wood, various potions, she drinks one and she seems to have a bit more spring to her step. Grok inquires what it was and she said it was a potion to restore magical energies, she offers one for him and he drinks it he feels invigorated. He also asks about if she possible had any clothes for him, though he was not uncomfortable in this setting and his toughened scaled hide could protect him well enough he felt it would be a bit uncivilized to prance around with his balls hanging out. She sadly did not have anything to offer him but she did point out that there were a tribe of ogres not far from their current location and perhaps something there could be obtained for someone of his proportions. For the moment he had to use his crudely made makeshift loincloth.

After preparations were made and another meal consumed, They were ready to venture forth into the world. Ryena asked for permission to use magic once more as she approached a section of the stone walled room, it seems the enchantment on her severely limits her own ability to willingly use spells but Grok did not want to have to deal with some of the potential problems if he were to try and let her freely cast magic. After a moment of clarification he granted her permission to open a doorway, the stone shifted and a human sized hole opened. Grok had to crawl out of the small passage, it was a tight fit for someone of his size. Ryena giggled a bit at the sight, the first time he saw her act like a normal human being, he grunted as he pulled himself through, "You know you could have made this easier."

The door lead into a much larger and more natural looking cave, this one was over twice as tall and wound and twisted into empty blackness. Grok still adjusting to his new abilities could see much better in the dim light though there were still dark shadows his vision couldn't penetrate.. Ryena was given permission to use magic again, and Grok in his frustration allowed her to use magic as long as it doesn't harm him, the tattoos shifted around her neck a bit. She summoned a floating light above them and the area brightened. Ryena told him that there were two paths that they could take, one that lead down and out into the rocky plains below where an old road lead to a distant town of humans and the other would be a longer path in the cavern but shorter route to a village of ogres in the mountains. Grok asked about both locations previously and the human town was one of adventurers and frontier explorers, probably safe to say his monstrous appearance would draw too much hostility. He also considered what creatures ogres were in his own worlds lore, they tended to be dim witted and aggressive but a village meant there had to be some sort of order.