Anguish and Despair

The Taig beckons to something behind it and the dakhol steps into the chamber as well. "Go find yourself a partner first, I know your balls must be fit to burst. I suggest the plump one over there, she looks like a nice juicy mare." The Taig speaks to the dakhol in Ghirantish and waves him towards Ceirios. She shrieks as the vines lower her to the ground and force her hind legs apart and tail up into the air, exposing her sex to the brutish monster. The dakhol quickly lopes over to her and pulls its loincloth aside, revealing a truly obscene cock. It hardens rapidly as the monster anticipates the pleasure it is about to take from the struggling centaur; the thing's dick is nearly half a meter long and as big around as a soda can, and absolutely covered with round bumps of varying sizes. It places its incredibly thick, bulb-like head at the entrance to Ceirios's pussy, then shoves in hard. She screams and begs for it to stop, but it only pulls back and thrust into her even harder harder. You turn your head to look away, desperately trying to think of anything you can do to fix this situation.

The Taig is having none of it, though. A vine wraps around your forehead and forces you to turn back and watch as the dakhol rapes Ceirios. As he establishes a rhythm to his liking, the dakhol reaches its long arms all the way around Ceirios's body and grips her shirt at the neck, tearing it off of her with a casual tug and freeing her large, soft breasts. It quickly covers them with its huge hands, roughly kneading and groping. You close your eyes to block the sight, but you can still hear the centaur's cries of pain and pleas for mercy over the sound of the dakhol's flesh slapping against her rump. You jerk your eyes open again as you feel pressure at your waist; you look down to see two vines pulling at your pants under the faulds and tassets of your leather armor. They rip the waist of your pants apart and then a smaller, less desiccated vine slips between your legs and winds around your cock. It squeezes gently and twists and you can't help but notice that the tiny leaflets sprouting off of the stalk of the vine cause pleasant sensations as they slip across your sensitive skin.

The Taig gestures with its hands and swarms of vines descend on Brighid, Maeryn, Llwyd, and Ysbail, tugging and twisting and pulling at the armor around their heads and hind legs until the vines have access to their mouths, asses, and cunts, and dick. It speaks up again, saying, "Oh yes, such a reward you have earned for all of my vines and manikins you burned. A feast for your ears and your eyes, watch your friends, hear their cries!" Even as the Taig speaks, vines snake up from the floor and down from the ceiling to tap and rub and press against your allies' rears. You watch, helpless, as small vines begin to push their way into each of the centaurs' asses while larger, thicker vines slither up the ladies' cunts and around Llwyd's dick, just like the one around yours. Then Brighid is lifted into the air separate from the others and brought over directly in front of you, positioned side-on so that you can watch the vines which are fucking her ass and pussy as she whips her head back and forth in denial.

"But this one is special, is she not? I can feel your presence on her, just a bit." The Taig continues in its infuriating, rhyming sing-song. A vine dangles down from the ceiling in front of Brighid's face and pink flowers begin to bloom all over its tip. "Now watch and see just what you have wrought as I make your own mate dance for me and submit!" The flowers contract and then expand and a cloud of pollen spews into Brighid's face. She jerks her head to the side, but the pollen lingers in a great cloud around her head. Almost instantly a flush comes to her face and her eyes dart to yours, a familiar spark of lust warring with shame and despair in her emerald gaze.

"Oh, oh, oh," She begins to whimper in time with the vines thrusting into her pussy, and the pleasure in her mezzo-soprano voice causes your cock to stiffen involuntarily. "Oh, no, oh, Aidan, no, no, ohhhhh." The vines holding you rotate you to keep you facing Brighid as she is lowered to the ground. As soon as her hooves touch the stone floor, she begins pushing back against the vines inside her. "Oh, Brigantia, oh, Aidan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's so good, I'm sorry!" Her eyes glaze over as the pleasure mounts within her and all of the vines holding her in place slowly disengage themselves from her body, leaving her standing in front of you, fucking herself on the vines thrusting into her pussy and ass. You can smell her thick aroused scent and the vine around your cock takes advantage of your reaction, beginning to writhe and undulate and tug at your cock like a leafy hand with far too many fingers. "Oh fuck, Aidan, I'm going to cum, gonna cum, so good, oh, fuck, cumming!" Brighid throws her head back and cries out in pleasure as you watch the muscles of her rump clench and flutter in the way you know from personal experience signals an intense orgasm.

You lift your head to scan the rest of the room, seeing all of your other allies in similar, if less pleased, condition. The dakhol is still fucking Ceirios furiously, though he has abandoned her breasts to grab her by the arms and pull her back against him. Maeryn, Ysbail, and Llwyd are all being fucked by vines. You look around the room, trying to think of anything you can do, but your hands are bound so tightly that there is no way you can form the gestures for any of your spells or rituals, and you are nowhere close to strong enough to pull free from the vines if Ysbail couldn't manage to free herself. Then you realize you have one ritual which does not require any somatic components, and in fact only consists of a single word. You close your eyes and tears drip down your cheeks, then you open them and call out to Brighid.

"Brighid, my love, I am sorry. If I don't come back, I am so sorry." It takes her a moment to register your words through the mental haze of the aphrodisiac pollen and the pleasure of the vines having their way with her, but then her eyes widen and her head jerks up towards you, her mouth opening to shout a denial as you invoke that single word.