Unexpected Journeys [Azecreth & Himeko]

The land of Hildegard was an old one, settled by humans since time immemorial. Some say that they came from the stars, aboard great arks that took them there before vanishing off into space, while others say they evolved from the animals. And still more say that they were made by the gods themselves, and in their image. Regardless of where the race of man came from though, none could deny that they had left their mark upon the land. And even as nations progressed and developed, great cities springing up where none had been before, the countryside and the forests brought to heel, still the marks of the past remained to see, some lost, but far more present.

One of those things was the ancient Empire of Devrithen, a might kingdom that had bestrode the globe for centuries, all held under their sway and influence, even if they did not directly control it. They built great works, fortresses, castles, cities, and advanced greatly in the fields of science, magic, and the merger of the two. Some of their legacies endured their fall, but many things had been lost as well, secrets that had yet to be regained by the world. It was a shame, but that was the way the world worked, at least as far as humanity could discern and operated.

Part of this process were explorers, brave and cunning people who went out to explore, to find relics of the past and bring them back, whether for their own profit or the betterment of mankind. Such efforts were hardly easy, dangerous as a result of the ravages of time, but that never served as a total deterrent. There would always be those willing to stake life and limb on a successful find. And with the creations of the Empire, one never knew what they might find in those old ruins. It could be useful, or it could be a mere trinket, and the odds of returning made such an endeavor risky. But that was the price, and one many were willing to pay.

Of those ruins, one of the most enigmatic was the ruins in Vanaheimr. Built into a mountainside itself, Vanaheimr was said to be a depository, a vault of ancient relics, secrets, and untold wealth. The halls wound onwards seemingly unending, well chiseled stone lit by magic, with rooms of many different functions. Of course, such a vault was also well guarded, by a variety of traps that had spelled the ruin of many a visitor. And yet that did not stop everyone, always a new traveler willing to risk the danger for the rumored wealth within. And the returns had only supported those rumors, though it was said that the inner sanctum had yet to be tapped. Truly, that was where the true wealth and power laid, behind massive metal doors and deep inside the facility.

With all those things known, the good and the bad, a new adventurer approached, willing to try her luck, to risk life and limb to see if she could profit. And the gods only knew what would be in store for her, inside those cavernous depths....

The traps created to guard the ruins of Vanaheimr came in many shapes and forms. Some were simple and deadly, easily avoided if you knew what to look for. Others were more complex, some made to keep the unfortunate target trapped until someone could come get them. Which wasn't exactly a welcome prospect when the place that one was trapped happened to be in a bunch of abandoned ruins since those didn't tend to see a regular stream of visitors. And then there were, of course, the complex and lethal variety that would spell the end of any adventurers day as well as their life.

What Sinvious had activated was none of the above, if one was to be honest. It was complex as could be attested to by her, a sequence of traps linked together to go off if one of them were disabled or tampered with. But at the same time, it was obviously not lethal. If it had been, she currently would not be enjoying the unpleasant experience of waking up in some strange place. More likely was the possibility that it was a trap of some kind, meant to keep her contained for now, but it was very elaborate for such a thing, given how deep it was in the inner sanctum. Which left confusion behind in turn. In fact, the truth was that it had been a development of magic, a bridge created in the moment when the trap was activated, which had flung her through and into another world, at random and without regard for the wishes of the thief. And it had closed behind her, leaving no way back.

At least it was a nice looking place, that much could be said. She was currently resting within a bare patch inside of a field, grass stretching on in all directions, a blue sky dotted with clouds above. To the west, this terminated into rolling hills, and then rising mountains, while to the north laid a forest, trees stretching upwards and seeking the sky. To the east and south nothing could be seen yet, though a breeze came up from the south that carried on it the barest hints which indicated that there might be a body of water in that direction. Or she could simply choose to lounge around here, though it would quickly become clear that whatever had done this would not reappear any time soon, nor would there be a barrier to keep her from moving on, like an illusion would have. For now, it seemed that things had taken a truly strange turn.

Inside the forest to the north then Sinvious went, willing to brave the possible dangers for the potential benefits. Exactly as one would expect from an adventurer and treasure hunter. There were outcomes for every direction she could have chosen, and even for staying in place. Some would have led to great fortune, others to tragic ends. It remained to be seen whether the particular path that she had chosen would take her to one or the other, and it was as dependent on the fates as it was on her skill and cunning. But soon she would see, and it would be resolved one way or another.

The forest itself was beautiful, with leaves of many colors catching and refracting the light that passed by. There were trees of many different kinds and shapes, some bending and curling, while others reached to the skies, large and verdant, full of life. It was different from Hildegard, which had seen the impact of the impact of the old Empire on it's forestry, and this was even different to those outside of that land as well. Through the trees animals could be seen, some strange and weird, but others relatively familiar. And even those that were familiar had differences compared to where she had come from. It was a further sign that she was not where she had been, though there was still no way to tell whether this was all a dream or not. She would have to keep going if she wished to find out.

Then to the fruit that she ate, many of these having some effect or other. It was foolhardy, perhaps, to assume that her antidote would work on this strange fruit when there was no evidence that things worked remotely the same, but there was no more time to worry about it, now that she had begun to chow down on it. And in this case she happened to be right, that it was not poisonous. At least, not in the conventional sense. It would have it's effect though, soon after she had finished it, and it had had some time to infiltrate. This would manifest as light headedness, a wooziness that verged on lethargy as the fruit took effect. And needless to say, such a state in the forest, when there were unknown creatures perhaps reacting to the intrusion even now, was not a good thing. At the very least she was not completely unconscious, but the state she was in was not good, and she would have to deal with as best she could, before something tragic befell her.

Whether the Empire had been aware of the world they had thrown the people caught in their traps to was hard to tell, based on the exact nature of those worlds. It was likely that they didn't though, simply content to get them out of their hair and their ruins. But understandably at the same time, this would not bode well for those who had been sent through, since they would have no idea of the world they now found themselves in. That was a bad situation in and of itself, but this particular world was beholden to strange qualities, ones that could twist and corrupt, bring low even the strongest of wills. For all it's beauty, it was a place of dark magic and influence, and now that very same influence set to work on a new target, as the world itself was roused to act against the foreign intruder, and to bring her into it's fold.

And so the world reacted as she walked along, the animals fluttering and scampering by as the plants themselves leaned closer, acting on a will of their own, though she might not recognize it at that moment. It was strange, almost like a hive mind of sorts, though they were most certainly acting independently and separately, at least until one had acted. Overwhelming their prey would only have negative consequences, as they had learned from lifetimes of doing just this sort of thing to unsuspecting travelers, corrupted by the dark influences that radiated from deeper inside the forest itself. Most knew to avoid it, but a new arrival could know no such thing, new as she was to this place.

Soon Sinvious sat down to rest, the full impact of the fruit she had eaten kicking in. It could have been worse, to be fair, but it was not a good thing, in this place or this time. There were good fruit in the forest as well, she had just drawn the short stick this time. Perhaps she would have a chance to learn from this experience, but it would all depend on what happened next, and how well she bore up with it.

And so, as she rested and tried to recover from the effect of the fruit, the plant itself that she leaned against went to work, with a seemingly single minded drive and intent. It would be slow, a result of the plant itself, but eventually she might notice as wooden roots shifted and moved, slowly winding and twisting along her legs to hold her in place and prevent and chances of escape on her part, at least without significant effort. Effort that most likely would be impossible so long as she was under the effects of the fruits and couldn't devote her attention and energy to cutting them off. And in a place like this, the possibility of a traveler stumbling upon her to prove a fortunate rescue was low to impossible.

Legs held, more would grow, this time shifting from roots to branches themselves as they began to droop and wrap, multicolored leaves tickling as they wrapped around her chest and torso. If there had been any wonder that something was happening, it would be banished now as she was restrained with comparative ease. There would be no help for her, and once that was done, the plant she was held by could move on with it's purpose, ignorant of all her struggles and protests. Now, it was time for her to realize the torment that the trap had really left into, only diminished by the lack of knowledge that the entire world itself was like this, and was waiting for her.

The tree held resistant and firm, implacable as Sinvious tried to use all of her dwindling strength to break free. That would have been difficult even if she hadn't been under the effects of the fruits, what with trying to match a tree in a strength contest as opposed to simply cutting the branches that now intertwined around her off. As it stood, she merely wasted her time and energy, until all she could do was lay there and accept what was to come. Well, accepting would be a stretch, but there was little she could do to contest it at this point, and that sealed what was to come if nothing else did.

No help would come, no quick rescue. This was not some fairytale story where there were last minute rescues on the brink of disaster, but rather reality, of a sort. It was entirely possible as well that the things that rescued her might not have the best intentions in mind either, going off of how this world worked. But that was something that would most likely not occur to her, so she was left seeking after a vain hope, even as she recognized the futility of it. To endure, now that would be the hard part.

The plant moved on now that she was restrained, branches wrapping around to slip beneath her leather tunic, rough texture of bark brushing against her fur as it seemingly grew along from both sides, fabric rising with the new intrusion beneath it as they began to wind around waiting orbs, taking a firm hold in the process that was perhaps a bit tighter than might be strictly necessary. The tips would be brushed by sprouting buds, whisking past and making it that much more unbearable. The plant knew very well what it was doing, and it did that very well, though to what end was somewhat hard to tell beyond the obvious. How could it benefit from doing something like this in the first place? Perhaps such considerations might distract her mind even as a root came winding up her leg once more, curling and letting the curve in the branch rub against her sex.

Well then, this seemed to be getting more interesting all the time.

The branches continued their slow, almost tender motions as Sinvious was held in the wooden embrace of the plant that she had leaned against, subjected to such unusual feelings that were certainly getting a response from her. And what a response it was indeed, only her fur keeping the heated blush that currently stained her cheeks from view of anyone that could theoretically have come across her at that moment. And though she might not know it, it was something that was likely to be repeated the longer she stayed in this world, though undoubtedly the circumstances themselves would vary. Such a thing was to be expected really. But for now she would be left to wonder and suffer.

The plant went on with what it was doing then, slowly advancing in the process once it had deemed her to have reached a certain point. What that might be was also hard to tell, but it was not worth dwelling upon anyway now that it had reached it. In the end, it would only prove bad for her. The first was obvious to tell, as the branches wrapped around her breasts shifted and scratched, pulling and twisting as they massaged in their spiral, making sure to pay some attention to the tips there with their buds and the pointy ends of said branches as well, for a spark of pain to make the pleasure that much better, for what it was worth.

Of more concern would be the other root, which ceased it's slow, circular rubbing to move onwards and forwards. The thin, tapered end of the wooden growth slowly pushed inside her waiting, if not exactly eager, sex, sliding through her folds until it was inside. At that point it would begin, curving and twisting as it went further inside her, not thrusting but rather altering exactly how much was inside her at any one time through shifting itself in the process. While it might begin doing so at some point, it didn't right now. And that, perhaps, made it all the worse, for not acting like any rational being would whilst having sex, though she didn't have any knowledge to compare for that. But at the moment, that was what it was doing and it did not seem like it would stop as it slid, wood rubbing against her insides, furhter in source of it's goal.

For anyone else it would have been difficult, but for the plant she currently found herself with, it had an easier time. Perhaps that was because of it's nature or senses that it had access to. Either way, it was easier for that particular specimen and partner to feel the changes currently wracking Sinvious unwillingly, her body beginning to accept it even if she didn't. She might in time, but for a first time there would be none of that. And in the end it didn't matter, the plant proving that it had more than it's share of experience with unwilling partners. And without any assistance, the chances of escaping would slip further and further away, until the effects of the fruit wore off at last. And who knew what might happen in the meanwhile?

The plant continued it's assault unabated, beast subjected to the same massaging that had been present before, as focus shifted slightly. The branches wrapped around her began to sprout blossoms, of a sort, tickling at her fur and the skin beneath, and providing a distraction from what was going on, yet proving more difficult to ignore as they brought more attention to how she currently felt. It might not move along towards it's inevitable goal, but it would help in that regard, that much could be said for things as they were right now.

The root inside her continued to move as well, winding and twisting even as it forcibly pried her insides open in the progress of doing just that. A bud sprouted out to continually brush against the bundle of nerves therein, flower petals and leaves against her clit in a way it wasn't meant to grow. At the same time it began to grow and thicken, not so tapered in but growing steadily larger and filling her all the more in the process, as it now started to set up a slow thrusting, only pulling out a small way before pushing back in, all to drive her body higher, in spite of itself.

As the plant went on, her reactions became all the more apparent, her bodies rejection of her cries all the more obvious. The heat was not hard to miss, and neither was the release she was now giving off. In fact, that was counted upon by the plant currently taking her against her will, though it might come as a surprise. But that would be what happened, for as her juices came into contact with the root itself they would then vanish, as if the plant were drinking it up. Which was, in fact, what was happening, though any effect from it would take some time to be seen, as long as things stayed the way they were. But the likelihood of that occurring, was understandably small, much to Sinvious' misfortune.

While the upper branches continued doing what they had been, flowers moving to act as cups for pert tips whilst buds also went on with their rubbing and massaging to accompany the rough handling she was otherwise getting from the branches twined around her breasts, the same could not be said for lower down. There the root continued to grow, blood slicked away with the other fluids, to questionable benefit. While her clit was poked and prodded, the root would speed up in it's thrusts and spinning inside her battered sex, prying her walls apart in that way even as it reached deeper inside with every motion.

As if that itself would not be bad enough, it was soon joined, a small root similar to the one that was taking her even now when it had first appeared, made it's presence known. It was quick to act then, slithering in to join it's larger companion in fucking her, even as it moved in an opposing rhythm, twisting around it's companion and forcing even more of those strange sensations upon her, hurting but at the same time seeking to draw forth even more of her arousal and desire at this whole situation. That was what they wanted, so it would seem, and they would stop at nothing to achieve it. And with all those elements working in tandem, it would only serve to make gaining that goal all the more easy. After that, who knew what would happen?