A tentacled plant issues from a collapsed wall

You feel half in a dream as you pleasure Dorothy the Portress. In the cool, bare hall of Boarbristle's vacant Fifth House, you kneel between Dorothy's legs as the half-giantess crouches on hands and knees on a thick, coarse coverlet from her bed. A candle lantern casts flickering shadows, dramatically highlighting Dorothy's full, muscular curves and her hair, from the thick red fringe along her sex to the downy trails along her back and the shaggy red-gold mop on her head. The rich taste of her juices lingers on your lips and tongue as you use both hands to grip the base of Dorothy's wooden toy, a phallus as big around as your head, pumping it in and out of her vagina.

"AH, YES," Dorothy says, her voice ringing faintly off the stone walls and ceiling. "Such JOY, Golondrina. Who has brought me such, save YOU and MARINA. Poor dear MARINA."

"So good, Dorothy," you say. "I want your joy, you're so good to me." Your arms are warm from exertion. "Marina misses you."

"Who would THINK," Dorothy says. "Such tender CARE for old DOROTHY from you two sweet GIRLS. Such JOY. Ah, GOLONDRINA, futter me, DO!"

You redouble your pumping of Marina's gift into Dorothy's sex, your breaths coming deep and fast with the effort.

"Oh, HOLD, hold it DEEP!" Dorothy says. "My PEARL, squeeze my PEARL!"

You press the wooden toy deep and lean on the base with one hand as you reach the other down, feeling through the slippery folds of Dorothy's lips, for the slick, hooded nub where they meet. The size of a plum, Dorothy's clitoris fits in your palm. You close your fingers over the hood and squeeze, rubbing the hood up and down over the hot, swollen tip, the trigger of her pleasures.

"ANNNGGHHHHHH!" Dorothy bellows, her hips lurching up and down. You hold on tight, squeezing her clit as her muscles bear down on the dildo. Her body rolls as the waves of her climax roll on and on. Her shouts of joy echo through the vacant stone chambers.

At length her climax ebbs. She sinks flat on the coverlet, lifts a leg and rolls over. You duck under her leg but slip and end up sprawled forward with your cheek on the cushion of Dorothy's broad, bushy mound of Venus.

"So SWEET," Dorothy rumbles. "EASE out Marina's gift, dear, and come LIE on me, sweet GIRL."

You pull on the base of the great wooden dildo, pulling it out slowly, slick with Dorothy's fragrant juices, and set it to the side next to her basket. Dorothy gathers you to her breast and cuddles you close. You doze upon her body, long and broad and soft and strong and warm.

There's a liquid tinkling sound. Running water. But you're lying atop Dorothy, and neither one of you is making water. Has something spilled from the picnic basket? You blink. Dorothy's eyes are closed, her chest rising and falling gently with the slow breaths of sleep, lifting and lowering you with each breath. The candle lantern still flickers. There's a low scraping sound of stone upon stone, and a rumble like a stone wall collapsing.

You're tired, and you'd rather just rest, but what if the Fifth House is coming down about your ears?

You say, "Dorothy, wake up, there's something wrong. Dorothy?"

There's a wet slithering sound somewhere in the dark beyond the lantern. A sticky-sweet fragrance tickles your nose. You shrug out of Dorothy's arms and scrabble through your robes for your wand. Holding it high, you incant, "FIAT LUX!"

The light reveals that the stone floor is alive with wriggling green tentacles as thick as your wrist, questing about, seeking something. They issue from a mound of rubble in the far corner of the room. At the nexus of the tentacles is a green stalk wider than your body, capped with two huge white flowers, their petals trembling without wind.

The flowers turn toward the light, and the questing vines curve their paths in your direction. "DOROTHY!" you call, giving her a firm kick in the leg.

Dorothy the Porter, Marina Madeline, Housemaster Fergus Firetail, and Miss Wormwood are your FRIENDS and each will freely grant one FAVOR. Your familiar Sapienta also counts as a FRIEND with a FAVOR.

Rebecca Honeybee is your HANGER-ON (-1 to rolls against her) and owes you a FAVOR.

You have 5 XP, -1 AMBITION, +3 BRAVERY, +1 CUNNING, and +0 DILIGENCE.

You have a CONSEQUENCE (Exhausted), -1 to all MOVE rolls.

You have a GOAL from Mrs. Travers for your Conjurations class: Perform the Conjuration of the Binding Vines on Rebecca Honeybee. This is a +CUNNING(-2) task to perform.

Roll +BRAVERY (+2) (+3 Bravery, -1 CONSEQUENCE) to GET OUT OF DANGER.