Finish that level up, Mush-For-Brains!

Evilward wore a deep frown like she still had something on her mind; her arms were crossed and her eyes were closed contemplatively. She looked like she was weighing some sort of options in her head. Finally, unable to take the silence, you began to flap your arms and question her about it.

She opened one eye and then curled her lip distastefully; it seemed she'd been reminded of something unpleasant after seeing you flail around randomly. Perhaps she'd raised her esteem of you a bit too high... you may have vines you could slither around on now, but that didn't mean you had any kind of decent dexterity; the lack of it made you look like a total goofball. "You took a lot of damage in that last battle, you know. Even a fresh-off-the-editor rookie would know that it would be completely foolhardy for you to go any further in that state." She lectured you with a scolding glare.

You agreed, but reminded her you had no means of healing. You may no longer be immobile, but the "no healing" rule remained.

"You really didn't level up after that tussle with Dagg? That guy and his group were no joke. Even if we only killed one and ran the others off, you should have collected a lot of experience points," Evilward questioned, seeming even more impatient than usual. In the background, you both heard the grave bells of an adventurer being sent back to town; that was Dagg, who you'd left laying with his black mask a grotesque mess upon the floor. Evilward ignored it and then stepped closer to you. "If you're right on the edge, just level up and we can move on."

You slithered backwards slightly, feeling threatened by her body language for some reason. You couldn't help but wonder if she intended to finish the job while you were distracted... Perhaps your alliance was just as uneasy as it had been when she stormed out of the room earlier, before your daring rescue?

"Well? Hurry up. Level up."

You shook your pumpkin head, then politely informed her that you had no ideas for how to do that. Oh! You raised one straw hand, then gestured over at the leather and iron-working gear that the others had left behind! Perhaps you could practice your crafting skills and even get some more armor out of the equation?

Evilward walked even closer. Her face looked hot, for some unknowable reason. "Don't be stupid, pumpkin. You have no dexterity. You can't craft a thing."

You shrank back into your shoulders and racked your brain for a better answer. Oh! You thought of one. You spun your head around to look at your Trickster companion, who was watching with a sheepish smile in one corner. The ghost girl's cheeks glowed with a deep, greenish hue as you questioned if she'd be willing to help you shoot one off for the sake of leveling up. "O-Oh... Um... I guess, but it's a little weird. See, you can't touch me or I'll poof... and I don't really know where I'm supposed to touch you..." That wasn't a no! The ghost was a little homely compared to your other girls, who were mostly designed for aesthetic appeal, with her round face and peasant's body... but that didn't matter that much. You thought she was cute enough in her own way.

Evilward grabbed your head with both gloved hands and spun your head around, wearing an incredibly wide and aggravated grimace. "Well! That settles that, then. She's not a suitable partner for your sexual exploits."

Your pumpkin smile stared vacantly into her face. You thought you knew what she wanted you to do now... but you couldn't resist teasing her a little further.

The woman's lips trembled with indignation and her eye narrowed. "Y-You're going to make me say it? You terrible villain?! You irredeemable scum of a monster?!"

You nodded your head as much as you could with her gripping it.

"Bah! Fine! I'd be willing to... Help you level up. For the sake of our cult and our future success. Escaping the castle together. All that rot."

You shook your head no, then grinned your jagged mouth wider, asking her to try saying it in a sexy way instead.

The girl's entire body shook with anger as she squeezed your head; with the pressure that had already been applied, you thought your head just might burst like a ripe melon. You were starting to regret teasing her so much. "Oh Pumpkin Lord, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if you wanted to use me as your cult-whore and fill me with your hot, gooey love-sap." She spoke the words quietly, through clenched teeth.

You were delighted, though you were still trying to figure out her change of heart. You thought you had the answer... seeing that dripping wet **** horse the Cult of Strong Bonds had called the Bond Breaker, then lifting Evilward's cloak to confirm she was quite wet down below, you put two and two together. She'd received some very intense foreplay without any meaningful climax. In other words, she was so horny, even a pumpkin would do. Eagerly, you began to wrap your newly strengthened tentacles around her legs and snaked them onto her pleasantly soft, over-sized ass-cheeks. You bounced them up and down a few times, giggling as they jiggled.

"I swear. I'm going to finish what Jezlee started if you keep this up. I'll crush your head with my bare hands and finish myself off on the horse if I have to."

You gulped whatever passed for your throat nervously, remembering that she was indeed equipped with a talisman that would stop your Sphere of Fire and your Sphere of Fear from having any effect. Instead, you decided to be a consumate gentleman, which in this case meant rubbing your vines up and down between her legs, along her under-carriage, and between the groove of her cheeks. You felt her shudder at the unfamiliar sensation.

"... I already had plenty of foreplay, you jackass..."

You nodded, then tilted your head slightly and asked her which hole she wanted it in.

That answer caused her eyes to widen; she still wasn't used to having two holes to put something in. "Uh... I..." she stuttered, uncharacteristically slow in her response.

You gave her a friendly smile, then told her you'd help her decide which felt better. You weren't being cruel. This was you being nice! Honestly! No one could deny the logic! With no more delay, you wormed a thick, healthy-green tendril into first her plug-widened asshole, then her pussy in turn before she could protest.

Unable to resist yourself, you watched Evilward's face as one eye clenched up, then the other, then her eyebrows arched, then her face went from an angry frown to an indignant, moaning "O" of surprise. "F-Fuck... Fuck yoooou..." She lifted both hands from your head and made them into raised middle fingers.

Well, it seemed like her mood was pretty good! This was how Evilward showed her affection, after all. Eagerly, you parted her legs further with your tendrils, causing her to stand with her legs spread, then further wrapped her arms to lift those out of the way. The hands remained frozen in middle-finger-up position, while she fought desperately to avoid letting any pleasure show in her face. You, on the other hand, wore the same jack-o-lantern smile as always, as you pumped one vine into her ass, pulling back the pussy-vine simultaneously, then alternated, thrusting the other in and pulling the other out. You began to drill her like a jack-hammer, enjoying your increased efficiency at this practice. It seemed like your dexterity got a huge boost when it came to sexual techniques... This was certainly a result of your earlier skillbook.

"Fuck! Fuck. Fuuuuck!" Evilward cursed loudly. You noticed she wasn't throwing the curse against you anymore, but instead, just thrashing her head back and forth, swinging her luxurious black, wavy hair back and forth while squirming her hips.

Your Trickster approached suddenly, surprising you with her appearance. You'd almost forgotten she was there! "I-I'll help too, Ickibod! We'll get you your level up!" With no further warning, she pressed her lips against your zig-zagging mouth and began tracing the contours with her ghostly tongue... It was a very strange feeling, Frenching a ghost. You extended a vine out to meet her tongue, but didn't make contact otherwise... you weren't sure what you could get away with before "poofing her." She seemed appreciative either way, cradling your head in both hands and eagerly making out with the vegetable you called a head. You knew she was just trying to suck up to you again, but... this was one of the perks of being a Pumpkin Lord!

You gathered that Evilward thought her face was hidden; forgetting herself, she panted in sexual frustration and knit her brow with an utterly erotic expression, unable to stop a half-broken smile from rising to her face as drool emerged from either side of her lips. With some pride, you noted that you seemed to be doing a better job at doing her in than the Bond Breaker had. You felt a bit guilty though... she probably thought that face was hidden from you by the ghost in front of your eye-holes. In reality, the ghost was entirely see-through, meaning that you had a clear picture of every reaction as she shook and moaned from the relentless motions of the vines in her ass and pussy.

It would have been impossible to predict that you'd spend your afternoon making out with a ghost and double-penetrating Evilward, but here you were! While thinking how nice of a day the gods had blessed you with, you began to squirt gloppy bubbles of sap from the tips of your vines, even the ones not currently involved in fucking Evilward. The stuff shot everywhere, coating not just her insides, but also her entire body. Goopy, syrupy liquid spattered onto her face as she protested half-hearted, then hit onto her cloak and the exposed parts of her body, from her huge, mountainous breasts to her toned belly, then down to her pussy and the little wisp of black hair above it. The brown syrup mixed with the tan of her skin, dripping down her thighs... More of it coated the back as you plucked your vines out from her holes, squirting the last remnants of your built up sap onto the broad canvas of her ass. You'd done her up like a sexy stack of pancakes.

The moment you released the vines around her wrists, she fell to her knees, huffing with exertion, then fell further onto her hands with her cape resting across her head, exposing her ass. She still seemed to be finding the right words to resume her role-play character and wipe the memory of that exploit from your mind... but if she could find the words for it, you'd be pretty surprised.

On the other hand, your Trickster had retreated all the way into the hallway and peeked her head out from the doorway. Whoops! Squirting her with that sap could have been dangerous. You apologized.

"Oh, it's fine... I'm sure once I level up like you, I'll be able to take all kinds of sap. So it's definitely worth taking me with you! Definitely."

You nodded... then turned to the other guest, seeing if he had an opinion in all of this. He moaned in a decidedly non-sexual way. Alright then.

The sexual activity had given you plenty of EXP with a moderate boost for the unlikely circumstances... You reflected that it was pretty weird for the gods to give you an interracial bonus for involving a human, a plant, and a ghost all in one threesome. Those were some pretty kinky gods... but they were nice when they wanted to be! The level up had boosted your stats just a bit more, but most importantly, had given you the nudge over the top you needed to recover your health. Your head fixed itself up... you felt brand new!

... Evilward, on the other hand, looked like she needed some rest. You lifted her cape to see her face red and her mouth panting and drooling, before her eyes widened and her scowl returned. "Y-You... Don't get cocky... Bastard!"

You were actually feeling extremely cocky right now, but you patted her head with your straw and decided to let her rest. Now that your level-up was complete, you could think about how to proceed further into the castle. You turned back to the Trickster and asked her if she had any good ideas; after all, Evilward had ran in randomly, but the Trickster probably knew the ins-and-outs, as well as the remaining enemy factions.

"Yeah... It's not so much 'factions' for the rest of the castle, though. The Cult of Strong Bonds was probably the biggest one here, given that they're, well, a cult. The others are mostly small groups of adventurers that use this place as a role-play setting. Oh, but there is one more group you'll want to watch out for, since they moved in here just recently... They're kinda big, but all they seem to be doing is watching the other role-players, mostly. I think they're actually waiting here to ambush some kind of player-killer! What were they called... The City Guard?"

Evilward spoke up from the floor: "The Town Watch." You could tell her cheek was still mashed against the floor. Amusingly, she'd gained the immobility that you'd lost.

"Ah! Yeah. The Town Watch is here, waiting to ambush a player killer named Pike. I overheard the old guy talking about how they'd need to take her bikini and mount it on a flag post, to warn the others! I guess he meant other player killers? Just seemed like a gross old perv to me..."

Your candles flared up and your triangular eye-holes bulged. Enough time had passed by now that Pike could actually be getting close to the castle, especially if she'd decided to leave behind the other dead weight and sprint here on foot! You had to find the Town Watch and run them off before they had a chance to launch an ambush on your cult's first disciple! With a smile plastered on your face that didn't match your mood, you recklessly began to slither deeper into the castle, before your Trickster called after you:

"They're the other waaay! Towards the entrance!"

You nodded, then reversed course, moving your body awkwardly in a U pattern as you headed for the gate out... The Ghost and the Trickster followed you, but Evilward continued laying with her face against the castle's stone. You thought she was going to remain out of commission for a while... In hindsight, you began to wonder if replenishing your health and gaining a few stats was worth wrecking your ranger to this extent.