Welcum to the Jungle

Although you're without any reagants to create potions with, the nearby jungle should be contain what you need in order to whip something together to impress these extortionists. The jungle is a dangerous place, especially deeper in where you're more likely to find the rare and useful items that you need. Big cats, great apes, and even more fierce monsters call such places home, and few are welcoming to strangers invading their territory. Where most would go in looking to confront these threats head-on, you travel into the jungle sparsely armed with a crossbow and an ancestral dagger; one of the few keepsakes you took with you from home. You feel that your mission will be more successful by working to avoid threats than confronting them. Carrying fewer in allows you take more out with you, and while you don't imagine that there would be something that would require an entire haversack to take, you recognize that the possibility may still exist, and grabbing more would hopefully help prevent extraneous additional trips in.

The beginning of your expedition shows early promise. Barks and trimmings from the local trees, along with some unusual fungus and other plant life have a wide variety of possible uses. You take small handfulls of each, making great care to pack them delicately in your haversack, so that they can be deconstructed carefully and properly when you have your tools about you. An unhatched nest of spider's eggs proves to be an exceptional find; though you aren't yet sure what you will use it for, you know that much webbing will prove viable for something.

The lush humid heat of the jungle begins to get to you as you go further in; the starkest difference in climate from the Underdark that you have yet encountered. You take a moment to undress, something you wish you had done from the start. The mosquitoes and other insect pests don't seem to have any interest in you, and may in fact be avoiding you. If even these most basic creatures can recognize that you don't belong here, it bears an uncertain omen if you encounter predatory animals. You keep your underwear and a cloak on, if only to prevent irritation while still lugging around the haversack on your bare skin.

Resuming your journey, you begin to suspect that your initial prospects may be the only success you have today. Despite the apparent lushness of life, you're not really seeing anything that you didn't already identify at the onset. You're not so easily disuaded, and press on, deeper into the jungle. You hear the first sound of a predator; the low purring of a jaguar. You spot it, laying in a tree, it's eyes fixated on you. You feel a strong sense of nervousness as it stands up on the large branch, still staring at you. It turns away, leaping to the ground, and slowly walking away. You take a deep exhaling breath, and continue to press on, moving in the same direction of the large cat. Your insistence pays off, as you start to see a collection of fruiting trees along your path, although they are too high up for you to reach, and you don't trust yourself to climb up and get them. Instead, you continue on your way, observing as you go, hoping for an opportunity to take advantage of them. As your hopes rise, as does your frustrations. The fruiting trees grow greatly in number, and their fruits themselves grow both in frequency and size, many of which you don't recognize. There are several fruits that have fallen to the jungle floor, but they are all over-ripened and either already rotting or beginning to, making them unusable. Some fermented plant life can produce interesting results, both for potions and for poisons, but in controlled methods.

Looking in vain hope for lower hanging fruit, you spot the jaguar again, sitting at a ledge, looking down. You move cautiously so as to not antagonize, but it appears to have forgotten you entirely. It leaps off the ledge with sudden speed, as well as grace. You immediately think it's found it's next meal, and all the better that it wasn't you, but a loud splash proves otherwise. You curiously wander over, and see that the cat has leaped into a large river, swimming to the other side, where an even greater mystery resided. On the other side were a litany of big cats, Jaguars and Leaopards and even a few black panthers, cohabitating the same space. Behind them was a tightly knit grove of trees, with lower hanging fruit that you could grasp. The area seemed to be deeply polinated, and you could almost think you saw a light emanating in the distance. None of this being natural, you inquire further. It's slow going, heading down the face of the cliff, and you're not sure how you're going to get back up should you return. You leave your haversack on a large boulder, stuffing the last bit of your clothing inside. Dry clothes are integral to survival, and whatever is in the river or on the other side, you're sure that you're willing to face it nude. You take a last look at the group of big cats, keeping their gaze on you, and decide to keep your weapons there as well. Your last step, pulling your silken white hair into a simple ponytail behind you as you wade into the water.

The river is a bracing and refreshing cold in the warm heat of the jungle, and you would be tempted to linger if not for the strong current of the river, or the goal on the other side. It's a difficult but manageable swim, with you catching your breath for a moment once you're able to put your feet under you on the other end. You scale up the slope slowly, cautiously, still leary of the resident predators. If they were to turn hostile, there is nothing you could do at this point, but you still hope for a chance to at least make a run for it. As you reach the top, one of the panthers walks up to you and brushes itself against your leg.

"Well, hello there" You say with a grateful surprise "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were someone's pet. Where's your master than, I wonder" The cat walks in front of you towards where the knot of trees begins, forming a narrow path, barely wide enough to walk through. Your suspicions proved correct, and there was a warm, yellowish light emanating from inside

"Do you understand me?" You ask, to which the cat nodded "Well, that answers some things, but leaves a greater mystery. Is your master in here?" The cat nodded again "Well, I guess I should go in and make my introduction." The cats gather around the entrance as you head in, but do not follow you. With uneasy footing, you move your hands from tree trunk to tree trunk for balance. The light blinds you to what is in front of you, but the copse of trees prevents you from any other course or path. Pressing on, you reach the center of all of this, and answers to the minor mysteries. The trees form a large circular outcropping, with the flowers themselves giving off the yellow light. What was blinding from the outside seems much more manageable up close, as baffling as that is. More to point, you find a person here. A wood elf, and given your environment, almost certainly a member of a druidic cult. She was in a transe-like sleep, laying on the flowers of an enormous plant. She slept nude, and despite her deep state, her mouthy breathing and gentle sweating suggests that whatever is going on, she's aroused. That would explain the abundance of fruit so close to hear, you suspect, including the fruit immediately in this nest of hers.

Looking away from her, you spot something that you had only heard rumors of: pink bananas. Alchemists, wizards, and tradesmen alike argue widely as to their usefulness and whether they even exist. You for one, are sure that they could be useful for something, even if it's just awakening this elf from her lusty trance. Removing one from the bunch is difficult for you, but you manage, and with it in your hands, you carefully inspect it. The outer protective 'peel' of this has an almost oily shine, and is denser than a regular banana. It also seems to be girthier than normal, though you would require a side by side to be completely positive of that. Still, it seems the perfect tool for the task in front of you, or at least a decent replacement for something missing.

You sit down across from the sleeping elf, banana in hand. Keeping the firm peel on, you run it sideways across her lips, to test her reflexes. They were on point, as her lips pulled in around it. You push the end in her mouth, and she immediately, subconsciously, wraps her lips around it tightly. You laugh gently at how easily impressionable she is in this state, taking a fruit in her mouth as if it was a fat cock. Toying with it until it's decently wet, you remove the fruit, and slowly push it in her other lips. Clearly wet on their own, it goes in easily. The elf lets out an audible moan as it pushes in, and you know you're onto something. Moving it rhythmically, the moans increase and her body starts to squirm. Her eyes are still closed, surprising you that she's still in this deepened state. You up the ante, bending down to lick her erect nipples. The extra stimulation was all it took, and she loudly yelled as she came. The orgasm over, she pulled