Follow the stream

Feywild, ten years in the future.

The **** followed its owner to her mistresses' throne, the great oak chair dominating the view of the room from the supplicant's entrance.

As her mistress took her seat, the **** crawled to the small pillow besides the throne, laying besides her mistress, her presence there a show of wealth and status from her owner to the rest of the world. She looked at the bowl laying besides the pillow and, at for her mistresses' nod of approval, lowered her face to lick up the sweet nectar in the bowl, her cheeks flushing as the taste sent heat right to her core, her juices wetting the pillow beneath her.

She knew the nectar was just another way to control her, but her mistress wanted her to eat it, and so she had to eat it, every day. She was a ****, she didnt get a choice in what to eat.

The door swung open and the first supplicant entered the sprawling wooden castle.

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Ten years in the past.

Vex had no time to waste. Whatever game the Fey being was really playing with her, Vex'ahlia's freedom was on the line. But, strange Feywild forest or not, she was a Ranger. She knew forests, and she knew her best hope to get out of here was to follow the stream, and so she set out, trying not to panic too much about how the deck was likely stacked against her.

By the time night had come, Vex had made good headway. She hoped. But the issue of it was she was hungry. Water she could manage, the stream was frechwater after all, but as she set up a simple lean-too for shelter her stomache began to rumble.

With no animals in the area she needed an alternate food source. The first night was a breeze. She had gone for far longer without food. She could last the week but the lack of energy would be a problem. So she kept an eye out the next morning, and like a miracle, a gust of wild blew the sweetest smell towards her. It was so enticing that it was hypnotic.

She without hesitation traced the scent back to a small plant, shaped like a bulb and growing out of trees in the local grove. Pulling out a knife she cut into it and began to guzzle down the sweet nectar almost like an animal, the scent driving her into a frenzy, and the taste ignighting a fire in her cunt.

Without thinking her hand reached down to her pussy and began to play with herself. Her other hand reached up and groped her breast before she knew it she had spent half the day touching herself. It felt wonderful.

She downed the last of the nectar and laid back down on the forest floor, playing with herself for the rest of the day,her needy pussy dominating her thoughts as she brought herself or orgasm after orgasm. It was dark by the time she was able to think rationally again and she shot up in a panic. She had wasted a day playing with herself. The forest was fucking with her. As she built herself another basic shelter she swore to herself she'd never touch that nectar again.