a lake with a satyr, a very small dragon, some fruits

At dawn Ambriel wakes up and starts her morning routine. Cleaning herself, muscle exercice, gear checking,... And a prayer to heavens, but again, only silence

later, the lake which ambriel finds is briming with strong magical energy.

Ambriel looks for a way to cross it, if there is enough big stone to walk on

the water is shallow, nowhere would it even reach her knees. the ground in the lake has round pebbles on it and is sandy

Ambriel ponders the possibility or opportunity to take a bath...

"Cherub, would you get water trouble, if you had to cross?"

the silent figure shakes its head

"ok, let's cross it, it will be quicker"

Ambriel gets in, and walk toward the opposite side

the shallow water is neither cold nor warm, its smell pleasant, similar to flowers or sweet fruits. the light mist on its surface is no obstruction, only going as high as ambriels breast and easily to see through

it does not seem as if the water or the mist has any negative effect

it doesn't take them long to cross the pond and get to the other side. there they meet someone

a naked satyr is kneeling on the edge of the water, cupping his hands and drinking some of it.

"hhumm.. hello... sorry for interuption"

Ambriel tries to not look to his cock

he looks up

"Greetings."

after taking a sip ambriel can see his muscles swell, as the magic of the lake takes effect. his cock also grows in size and becomes hard. he stretches and flexes his new muscles

Ambriel wants to appear non-aggressive

Ambriel get out of the lake and start dry as she could

she sometimes glances at the big cock

the satyr just looks at her, his dick out. he went for his clothes but after catching ambriel glancing over he doesn't put on his clothes and instead flaunts his enormous cock in front of her, occasionally touching it and jerking it slowly

"err, do you know of intersting knowledge about this lake ?"

"This lake? Oh, its magical, it boosts physical prowess for a time by drinking its water...."

Ambriel can't deny the sexual tension growing here, can't deny either her own lust starting to bother. She better have to leave soon, or she might regret it.

Intrigued by this knowledge, she drinks some water too

Ambriel felt stronger, quicker, but also lewder.

also she starts lactating, an aftereffect of her last birth that jumpstarted by the magical properties

the satyr steps closer

"Do you like the effects of the water?"

"it's a little strange, a bit disturbing, but manageable"

"As i have learned, the benefits outweigh the arguable drawbacks...."

"Well, it was pleasant meeting with you. I bid you a good day, and farewell"

"Happy and fullfilling adventures, mylady."

he strolls over to his clothes, putting them on

after a last glance at his cock, she goes her way, waving him bye

she goes further, a little bothered by the milk outing her chest

ambriel meets a small dragon. the creature is surely part fae from its appearance. it is sitting on a thick branch, watching her intently, its tongue rollingout and sniffing the air as reptiles do

"hello pretty one"

"You smell of fresh milk, woman. Can i have some? I am hungry."

somewhere from the creature emanates a voice, clearly directed at Ambriel

Even if she knows about fae traps, Ambriel want to believed that there some that are good one. And it could be a good action.

"Hmmm, yes, we can manage that. please be gentle, though"

Ambriel unstrap her armor on her torso, and free her chest

as soon as ambriels chest is bare the faerie dragon glides over, latching onto ambriel and starts sucking on her tits, which is new to ambriel. the milk is starting to flow intensly, her free breast quickly covered in the warm, sticky and sweet liquid. the creature changes breasts every now and then, licking the spilling drink up with its tongue which agiates ambriel even more

"Well, i hope that you are well fed now."

the creature sucks the last bits of its meal into its mouth

"Your milk tastes great. I wish you'd be pregnant so you produce even more.... It's a treat without rival."

"thanks for the compliment. but i rather would be not under that burden"

"knowing this forest you rarely get what you wish for. Especially if you want your womb to stay unoccupied. Carrying offspring might be a burden but often it is also a joy."

he climbs off of Ambriel, sitting back on his branch

"that's true that this forest is cursed. I try to get away from it"

"Cursed or blessed? This is the realm of mortals, and procreation is their highest form of worshipping that. Without creating new life there would be nothing left. Being able to be part of that can is seen as a sacred gift by many in this realm."

"that could be poetic... if it was'nt also a place of rape and violence"

"Many of these creature struggle with consent. That is true. If life is fleeting and short it often feels as a need to breed rather than a divine act."

"Nevertheless, if given freely, i deem it a privilege to be part of the act of recreation. It is something not all mortals and only a fraction of immortals like yourself are allowed to participate in."

"cast down here, i'm not sure that i'm still an immortal, out of heaven. But it was an interesting chat with you."

"Likewise. I thank you for the meal and the conversation."

"i bid you a good day and farewell"

"Farewell, immortal."

then Ambriel uses the remaining daylight to look for food and prepare a camp

looking around ambriel can find a small pond with two trees nearby, that grow fruit each. The apples do not look appealing, but the plums on the other tree much more so. they are ripe and glisten with juice, practically jumping off into her hand as soon as she begins to pluck them

Glad she had found some fruits, but worried that could be magical ones, Ambriel carefully ate one plum, fearing effects

the fruit is sweet, soft and slighty addictive.

after the first one she quickly eat another one and another one, feeling the internal change happen but she can't stop until her hand is empty...

fed, but feeling that that was some sort of a mistake, Ambriel make camp for the night. inside she felt a little less angelic...