this is my first ever attempt at a fantasy style story, so any feedback or opinions is appreciated Chapter One - A Fateful Journey
As she walked alone through the dark forest, treading along an unkept, rarely traveled path, she paused at the rustling sounds around her. The dark wood of the thick oak trees surrounding her stretched away, their huge branches and drooping leaves blocking her view, the thick mist that had surrounded her for hours hanging, eerie and cool against her skin.
Her hands tensed slightly, fire beginning to form between her fingers, but nothing happened. All she could hear was the chirping of insects, the odd animal noise.
'It's just the sound of Nature,' she thought to herself as she continued along the path. It was dangerous, venturing into the Lost Woods at night, especially this close to The Collecting, but it was necessary, and besides, who could best her magic?
As she walked she kept her path illuminated with a large floating ball of fire, hovering three feet above her and a few forward. She knew many mages that preferred to use light, but she had always preferred fire. The warmth it gave off was enough to reach her, the flickering light of the flames were far more relaxing that any glowing orb of whiteness and it served as an already-conjured weapon, should anyone attack her.
She was clearly visible in the light of the fire, her flowing red dress billowing around her knees, porcelain-white legs laced down into enchanted, bright red high heels. Seemingly impractical, her enchantment made them as easy to wear as any hunter's boot. Her chest, large and firm, was firmly encased by the bust of her dress, her cleavage ample and two half-inch straps coming up over her shoulders, upon which glossy black hair cascaded down.
Her name was Persephone, and she was on the prowl for some very unique plants. They were rare in the land of Nirnin, only found in deep forests and chill, rocky caves. Caves were out of the question, full of ghastly, disgusting creatures.
That left the forest, which was why she was out here, cold and bored, after many long, fruitless hours searching. She sighed as she clambered up over a large waist-high rise in the path. As she lifted herself up, her head snapped around.
'There it is again,' she thought as the fireball slowly lowered and her hands began to crackle again. There was nothing around he - then she felt it. She looked down - to see that she was being approached by no less than fifteen thick, writhing vines! One had already began snaking itself around her left leg, like a fat python preparing to crush its prey.
She yelped and pulled her leg, pointing a finger down and blasting the vine a few inches from her foot, severing the bond. She turned to run, but another vine had already wrapped itself around her RIGHT leg! She prepared to blast again - but the vines then struck as one.
Wrapping themselves around her wrists, her torso, encircling her chest, wrapping themselves up her legs, binding them tightly together. She tried to scream, but a final thick vine encircled her head, coming around her mouth and rendering her half-formed scream into a desperate, muffled cry.
As her bright green eyes boggled, a hooded figure stepped out from the thick woods, his face hidden by the darkened wool of the cloak. Persephone could do nothing but writhe and make muffled squeaks as the figure approached, growing brighter in the flickering light of the still hanging fireball.
'The fireball! I still have it!' she thought with glee. 'All I need is one finger.... she thought. She flexed her hand. Her wrists were bound but her fingers were free. As the figure grew within a few fight, Persephone flicked her painted nail and, without warning, the burning fireball shot down, hitting the figure square in the back.
Persephone closed her eyes and turned her head away from the heat as the hooded figure was completely engulfed by fire. She smiled through the gag. 'Looks like you messed with the wrong witch, bitch. Now, once you finish roasting your magic should die with you, and these vines should drop free.' As the seconds ticked by, she began to wonder why nothing was happening.
She tugged at the vines. Nothing. They were as tight as ever. 'What the....' she spoke aloud into the vine-gag, not that it was disernible as she looked up and around at her bound arms.
'You know,' a young voice said. Persephone's blood turned to ice in her veins. 'THAT, really wasn't very nice.' Her head turned slowly to see the man standing less than three inches from her. His hood was blasted back but apart from that, there was no discernible difference to his appearance.
He was young, late twenties, with jet-black hair and piercing sky-blue eyes. His face was fair, he was quite handsome though she hated admitting it. 'Did you really think that would be enough? A simple fire proofing charm was all I needed. You know,' the man looked down as he spoke, absently kicking at the rocks strewn across the path, 'you really shouldn't televise to the world what sort of magic you employ. It makes it.....easy, to formulate an attack strategy. Especially when you've been wandering through my backyard for hours.'
The man stepped up to her, and Persephone could do nothing but squeak and writhe in protest as the man began fondling her body, before yelping as he pinched her nipples through her dress. 'By Olar, you are even better than you looked from a distance. I'm going to have to cast some strong spells on your cell, I don't want you ever escaping.'
Persephone's eyes widened in horror. 'Oh, don't look so shocked. It's your own fault, for coming here on the night of The Collecting, of all nights. Nobody is going to help you tonight, and by tomorrow, nobody will know where to look for you.'
Persephone's heart began to race frantically. 'No, I won't be taken like this! her mind screamed, but no sooner had the thought crossed, she was startled by a tearing noise. She looked down to see the man roughly tearing her dress down, revealing her immense chest and milky white body.
She screamed and shook her head, but the man simply sighed and waved a hand. The vines came to life again and before she knew what was happening she was yanked into the air, her body being pulled and contorted, before finally her legs were spread wide, three inches from his mouth! Her arms were bound tightly behind her back, jutting her chest out, which was also encircled in vines. Clearly he liked the aesthetic.
'I was going to take you home first,' she heard him say. 'But frankly, I can't wait to taste you. And besides, you might like it.' Then silence for a second before - she tried to buck but the vines held her steady as the man began lapping and nibbling between her legs, her well-manicured pussy growing wetter as the man continued to eat her out.
She could do nothing but moan as he did so, her nipples hardening from both his oral stimulation and the cold air around her. Then she squealed in terror as she saw the trees coming to life above her! The branches came down slowly, reaching out, what were they going to do to her!?
She screamed into the vines still wrapped tightly around her face but she could do nothing as the living branches got closer, and closer..... 'Nooooooooooo!!!!! Don't hurt me, please!! her mind screamed as the branches began.......poking her? She began to writhe and squirm at the rough jabs at her stomach, her legs, her chest.
Two small twigs seemed especially focused on her nipples, and as she felt the man's hands tighten around her body, drawing her sensitive clit deep into his mouth, the unyielding jabs into her body, her erect nipples not given a moment of respite, the utter helplessness of her situation, it was all too much.
She orgasmed explosively, squirting wildly and as the man rose, waving a hand and magically cleansing himself, before smiling in a very disconcerting manner, Persephone wondered what fresh hell she was in store for.
glad you enjoyed it lol wasn't sure how I'd go writing fantasy haha
