A Mud Bath

The taste is better, true. No-one likes to taste mud, but you figure it's this or have your cock milked out by a rock wall. You doubt that the faerie queen (or whatever she claimed to be) would be particularly impressed by a potential consort cumming this quick. So you keep it up and are soon rewarded, if you can call it that, by the bitter taste of mud splaying out from the crack in the wall and covering your face.

This seems to satisfy the wall enough, as the hand jerking you off starts retracting... And the ones on your legs drop you. You yell out, and instinctively reach for something to grab on to... Which, to your surprise, you find. Another hand grabs out and holds on to your hand.

You're now held to the wall by one hand. A second, a bit above you, reaches out. The wall doesn't seem to be after your cock anymore, at least. You consider your situation for a second, and then figure you're not going anywhere if you just hold on. You reach your hand up to grasp the one offered by the wall. It pulls you up... And slowly, handhold-by-handhold, you're able to reach the top of the wall.

You reach the top, and are able to sit down and rest for a moment before looking down to the other side.