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They had heard about somesort of corruption in the faewish sprites home, and being seemingly the only human in the wishing woods at the moment, they of course went to investigate.
They skitter climb up the platforms, quickly noting the distinct lack of any fae around.
That is except, the lone paladin occasionally. However they slip by quickly, sticking to the shadows, keeping cover in the fog. Fog that seemed to glow in eerie, unnatural ways, making their hair stand on end.
They press on, eventually making it to the top most platform usually accessible by citizens, faewish and human alike, the paladin garrison.
This is where they are practically funnelled into a pair of paladins, who seem to be arguing amongst themselves. They duck down, hoping not to be noticed, getting distracted by a sign just behind the fae.
It says something about mutated vines harming locals and they look around, finally actually noticing said vines, somewhat surprised themself as to how they avoided them for so long.
And then they hear, “YOU! STOP! BY THE ORDER OF LORD CHIGDA AND THE PALADIN ARMY!”
The pair of faewish now hurrying towards them.
They panic, quickly changing outfit, growing in size in an instant. They hop up once, and then again, floating into an area they didn't know.
They hear the paladins yell once more, this time almost sounding more concerned or even fearful.
They land, somewhat dizzy from the sudden scale change, and look around. The platform they stand on is covered in the spiked vines with something in the middle.
It seemed to ooze pure malice, the same off-putting feeling as desperation orbs. They couldn't tell if the slight doubles in their vision was caused by growing taller or from pure anxiety that the thing caused to crawl up their spine.
They circle around the edge of the platform, looking to inspect whatever the thing is before it could do anything to them.
However, they, already not thinking right, had not been watching the ground, and this, quickly proved faulty.
Their foot snags on a smaller vine, they try to shake it loose. It tightens. Wrapping further up their leg. They chirp in surprise, clawing at it to let up.
Instead they get tugged, quickly loosing balance and getting dragged, hard, across the platform.
They stop suddenly, hanging upside down, a feet in the air. They stare into the flower before them, convinced This is how they die, eaten by some essling plant.
That is until they meet another pair of eyes. Dull, but they sparkle in the moonlight peeking through the fog.
The vine moves them again, closer even to the plant. It splits open, and in the middle is revealed a figure. They squint, already lightheaded from being upside down, but eventually they realize something.
The figure, half floating in the center of the plant appears to be a notably tall, vine wrapped and withered, faewish sprite.
The figure looks up almost croaking before speaking, “human. What is a human doing here?”
“well I um- I've been-” they get shaken by the vine, shutting them up quickly. They cringe as the vine brings them down hard, flopping them in front of the flower, and the Sprite.
“i wasn't asking you. Did I tell you to speak?” the Sprite hisses his tone clear and dark.
“n-no?”
The sprites sneers a vine whipping out and lashing them across their back to thighs, they shrink up, gasping.
“actually,” the Sprite murmurs, “you could be of use to me”
With this, they look up, lifting themself half up by their arms. A pair of slightly thicker vines lace out from under the plant, finding them quickly. They try to scream as the vines wrap tight around their waist and arms, except a smaller vine shots out gagging over their mouth, muffling them.
The vines pulling them closer to the sprite, who leans in looking them up and down. Another tendril wraps up their leg, much smaller, although the spines that lined it payed no mind to their comfort or even flesh staying intact, they felt slight wells of blood build up under their now torn clothes. They stare nervously at the vine, and then the sprite. A mostly empty hooded figment of a face looks back, the Sprite flicks his arm, the vine follows suit.
It tears the collar, then full front of the top they're wearing, the fabric falling lifelessly around the vine at their waist.
“whatareyoudoing?!” they shout, still muffled. The spiked vine whips around again, snapping against their cheek, they cry, but stop speaking, the message clear.
The Sprite floats closer, laying a soft hand on their collar bone.
They take the touch, leaning in slightly, only half lucid. The vines tighten again, they gasp to breathe in at all.
“Do you know who I am Human?”the faewish asks smoothly.
They shake their head no.
“I am wishmaster lord chigda. And I Will be a new God.” snaps his hand up, knocking into their chin aggressively. His eyes actually somewhat visible through the shroud of a hood, dark and deranged, staring at them but not seemingly fully processing them. “I need a new feed source. You will work.” He floats back to the flower, dragging a vine with him, pulling them behind.
He flips up a hand, the lower vine raising, putting them horizontal in front of the wishmaster.
As best they can, they try to squeeze their legs together, as some attempt to save face.
Chigda scoffs, a pair of tendrils spawning taking hold of their ankles and wrenching their legs apart, leaving the skirt they wear to fall limply between.
The vines wrap up their legs, tightly. They cringe but whine softly as the vines rub against their thighs. The spiked vine laces up their stomach leaving light scratches up their skin before hooking around the skirt and tearing down, making quick work of it. They emote and yelp, earning another quick lash from the same vine to quiet them.
The vines around them lower, bring them level to the flower, chigda comes closer. “you humans are curious, in your unclean, sinful ways. If you all feel so strongly for something as sex I wonder, could I use it? It seems a potent fuel for your kind.”
They wriggle in their holds, finally now realizing, they may never get out. The vines tighten again, causing them to go into a coughing fit. The tendril over their mouth loosens, they catch their breath.
“why? This is-” they gag, stopping suddenly as the tendril slides down their throat. They, gurgled, but still audible, actually moan.
Chigda, tilts his head slightly, lifting a hand, with that the vine pulls out and in a few times.
They take it, physically becoming more limp in the plant’s hold. A third vine splits between their legs, finding the shorts at the apex. It snakes over the fabric, causing them to briefly stiffen before melting all over again as it finds a sort of rhythm.
The vines tip curls around the edge of the shorts, lacing underneath. A groan sounds from them, no further argument beyond.
It quickly finds their frontmost hole, pushing itself in, seemingly ignoring the choked cries from them before beginning to pump to.
“to be completely honest, you humans disgust me. Dirty, weak creatures, who contribute nothing but destruction and hate.” he sighs, standing up straighter, “however, as your kind makes good batteries, give any of you the slightest hope and all of you create precious fuel.” A fanged grin glimt in the vague light as the vine around their arms loosen.
They writhe, freeing a hand and wrapping it weakly around the stalk gagging them, pulling back. They pull again, to no avail beginning to instead pantomime begging to chigda.
H!e leans back and stares off cooly.
A quartet of tendrils rises and latches onto each of their limbs, splaying them carelessly.
The vine that had plugged their hole tugs out, ripping their shorts, leaving them to leak freely in the air. Twin tendrils join it unfurling from each other just enough to reach the remaining untouched holes.
The vine gagging them slides out, they pant hard, heaving slightly and tearing up.
The now somewhat slimy stalk slides down their back, causing them to shiver before slicking the area between their legs. Very quickly they break, choked noises becoming full moans as it continues rubbing them. It pulls away suddenly, lifting back up, wrapping around their neck and back around their mouth.
The twin vines poke and prod the sensitive flesh of the further holes, teasing them more.
They shake and uselessly thrust into the air.
Chigda chuckles lowly, pulling a vine to himself. The group come with pulling Them closer to him.
“youre almost tolerable like this, the need you give off is... Satisfying.”
First the vine on top prods in, slipping in harshly, quickly followed by the back.
They scream into the gag, head flopping back as overwhelming sensation melts their conscious. The smaller tendril teases their urethra again before pushing into, effectively skewering them mid air. They pant, a muffled moan or scream being the only interruption. They shake hard as orgasm threatens to wash over them.
Chigda seems to at least somewhat catch on, whipping out the twin vines, aggressively enough to where their insides budded out slightly, leaving a nothing but obscene scene for the wishmaster to watch, still making direct eye contact with his victim.
Of course, that is with the smaller tendril still active, keeping them from properly getting oof. Even through the gag, it was clear their voice was growing raspy from overuse as they stare up to their lord teary eyed and shaking.
The vines tilt them up further, almost vertical under chigda’s watch, the smaller vine finally yeilding with a flick of his wrist.
They fall limp in the vines hold, liquid flowing from them splashing on the floor, Chigda floats back visibly disgusted. But still watching as his toy comes down from their high.
The vines shrink back, unwrapping them suddenly, dropping them a short distance to the floor, leaving them slightly damp from their own release.
Chigda audibly smirks, “I knew you are going to be useful. Im going to keep you alive for a while longer after all.” with that he summons another pair of vines, pulling Them into the the flower center too. They stare up at the faewish, dazed, still panting and curl up. The vines unwrap and the flower closes.
Trapping them.