Issue #11

Chewing on the plant was accelerating your timer. The river curse could kill you. Your lethal allergy could kill you. Willow, with her gun still drifting between Red and you, could definitely kill you. And if any of those happened before you could recover from the curse, you would be stuck with it for life.

Persephone was now standing tall above you, setting her bra down on top of the neat stack of her clothes. Her buxom figure certainly was enhanced, but skillfully so. It lended well to her Amazonian stature. Her body was thoroughly inked with a multitude of motifs, mostly along her back. She unceremoniously peeled off her last garment and set it atop the stack, now totally exposed to you.

You could not help but stare at her body and picture how soft her breasts must feel in your hands. And that was when you realized that your hands would not move. Fuck! This must have been because of that stupid line that you used with Josie about your hands not working. "I'm not going to be much help for this. I'm uhh. The poison is taking over. I can't use my hands or arms," you told her. Technically the truth, though you figured she must have assumed you were talking about the river poisoning you.

Despite the lethality of your situation, your tool was throbbing and ready to go. If there was one thing you could always count on, it was that you would be horny to your last breath.

"Your mouth still works though yeah," Persephone asked, her fingers now spreading her nether lips and softly rubbing herself in little circles to warm up.

"Yeah. Why?" you asked.

She took another step forward above your prone body. She then threw a leg over your shoulder onto the elevated sand behind your head. Your entire field of vision was now her hairless pussy, just inches from your face. Apparently, just soaking in the sight was not what she had in mind. She roughly grabbed the back of your head and yanked your face forward.

"Hey! Don't-" Red shouted from behind Persephone, before she realized that she had no leverage to fight with and 'save' you from the cunnilingual headlock you were in.

Not that you particularly minded your predicament. So you got to work. Your tongue began its journey by exploring every reach of her folds, leaving her slick from your attention. You moved erratically, tasting every bit of her and trying to elicit any sort of response from her.

The reaction you got was forceful. She pulled your head in tighter. Your face was being mashed up against her with enough strength that it was near impossible to breathe. You frantically worked as hard as you could, your tongue lashing out and flicking against her sensitive clit. You were rewarded with a soft moan from the busty criminal.

Your face was slathered in her juices as you honed in on what made her tick. Until suddenly she threw your head back down against the sand. After a few frantic breaths, you managed to regain control as you looked up at her. She was glaring at you with the anger of a woman scorned.

"Jesus! Fuck. Your lips are like fucking icicles. If your dick isn't better than that pathetic little display you just did, I'm going to kill you before the river can," she shouted down at you as she backed up a step.

"Hey! Don't fucking lay a finger on him or I'll-" Red started angrily, before the sound of a gun being cocked quieted her once more.

Now that you were able to see more clearly, you saw that Red was actually watching the encounter with rapt attention. Willow, for her part, had no more than a casual interest in it. You guessed that that made sense considering they were sisters, if you heard right earlier. To her, this was just a means to an end.

"Awww. Don't lay a finger on him?" Persephone asked mockingly. She raised her hand up near your face and as much as you feared what was coming next, you were practically tied up as the curse and the allergy ran their course through your muscle. A sharp sting seared on the side of your face after the back of her hand came down on you with a loud SMACK.

Red huffed loudly, but held her tongue. You could tell that not being able to intervene was killing her. Maybe you should have been more concerned about your own position, but you felt bad for her.

You looked back up to Persephone. God once this poison runs its course, you are going to regret that. You thought angrily. Despite it all, your dick was as hard as it had ever been in your life. Just ready and waiting to get the agave out of your bloodstream.

Persephone was reveling in the control of the situation that she had. She squatted down over you and grabbed hold of your tool firmly. Even just that touch brought a cascade of sensation through your shaft. You may not have had control or been able to move, but every nerve in your body was turned up to 11.

You looked behind Persephone and made eye contact with Red. She mouthed out the words 'I'm sorry' before her eyes darted to watch your member be engulfed by your captor. She failed miserably at hiding any of her emotions, a far cry from the stoic warrior that you had started this adventure with. The guilt was evident on her face, along with fear and anger. And something else entirely. A deep blush adorned her cheeks.

"Fuck! Yes. Yes. You fucking like that? Huh?" Persephone shouted dirtily at you, squeezing you tight as she dropped her hips up and down on you. She was holding herself steady with one hand on your chest, while she used the other to rub her swollen clit.

You wanted to be able to bask in the feeling. You wanted to drink in the bouncing tits and tight body in front of you as you laid back and let her fuck you. But the fire burned inside of you. It wanted you to just grab her and fuck her senseless. To thrust in and out and make her squeal. But you were powerless. And you both knew it.

The only part of you that did not care that you were not in control was the dick submerging itself into the depths of her tight, moist grasp. Your two heads were in conflict with each other, but the lower one was winning out.

"I'm...close," you croaked out, feeling your balls tightening up. There was no way you could hold on for very long, which was a good thing considering the circumstances.

"What?! Already?" she shouted at you. She stopped rubbing herself for just long enough to strike you across the face, "You fucking better not. I'm not done with you yet."

The pain. The building pressure. The angry bouncing tits. Every wire in your brain was criss crossed and it was too much to hold in. You let go and allowed the pleasure to wash from inside of you and fire out deep into of her. Your field of vision began narrowing and even before you could finish filling her up with cum, everything went black.

The next few minutes that you remembered were blurry. The next time your eyes opened, you could just barely make out Persephone's figure, knee deep in the river. She was walking forward timidly and when she made it to the other side her whole body was shaking. She turned back to the the three of you and a look of horror was plastered on her face.

Suddenly, hands reached up from the ground and grabbed on to her legs. They yanked her down into a hole in the ground as she screamed bloody ****. Willow shouted after her and ran up to the edge of the river, before your eyes closed once more.

The next time you woke up, Willow's foot was on your chest and the barrel of the gun was barely an inch from your forehead. Your heart beat went from a near flatline to racing. Fortunately, you felt like you were regaining control of your limbs as you could wiggle your fingers.

"What the fuck was that?! Where did she go? What took her?" Willow shouted in your face.

You thought about the events and pieced it together before answering timidly, "Probably into the Underworld. That's the uhh. The River Styx. I think. It might have some other names, but it's the barrier between here and the dead," you tried to explain, just now finding your voice again.

"What do you mean?!? You said it was going to give her power- No. Fuck that. I read your mind. You believed it was going to give her powers," she shouted. Angry was not sufficient a word to accurately describe how she looked in that moment.

"It will. I think. That part of it might have to do with going to the Underworld. I-I'm not sure. I just know. Well I don't know-" You had confused yourself. You were very sure that in order for her to get powers, she needed to walk across that river with cum inside of her. But you had no clue how you knew that or what was supposed to happen afterwards.

Your eyes flicked to Red creeping up behind Willow. Unfortunately, Willow caught the glance and turned around quickly.

The trigger was pulled before Red ever had a chance.