Posted by Ay-Wun on October 21, 2006 at 16:56:20:
Sonja was looking for her smitten (An immature smat) in the Medavore Forrest. She had gone rather far from the Deegieff Clan's village while following her pet's spoor, as a matter of fact, she had strayed, unknowingly, into the 'Zones Of Peril', for the magic trail markers had been obscured. Sonja was a beautiful Bardess, and very well known for one of so few years. Some may have regarded this curvacious girl as merely cutie, but all who knew her verbal creations, both tales and poetry, knew her truest beauty. Cute, indeed she was with dark red hair streaked in green, it seemed only natural for her to always have a flower, usually a rose tucked behind her ear.
In the 'Zones Of Peril' were many things of danger to life and limb, and to enter therein unawares made for even greater peril.
"Here smitty, smitty." she cried hoping her little green 'Rosebud' was all right. "Here smitty, come to Sonja."
Other things were hearing Sonja, if her smitten was not. One was nearby, another was coming fast. As Sonja turned a bend in the trail, there was 'Rosebud' laying curled in the middle of the trail looking very bedraggled. As she looked up, seeing Sonja, sprang up and leapt into her arms.
"Oh sweetie's glad to see me, is she?" cooed Sonja, "Why didn't you come home last night? I was so worried about you, I thought a wereroc might have swooped on you until I found your spoor." she said stroking the green-gold striped with green fur.
"Purr, ay uf oo." purred the smitten.
"And I love you too, why did you run away?"
"Mon'sa affa R'sbd." it squeaked.
"A monster after you, oh you must have panicked."
"'Es R'sbd bad."
"No Rosy, you were just scared." Sonja, lovingly, corrected her darling.
The R'deep was coming fast, he knew the Hahliwud'n Vine had the jump on him, it was probably extending tendrils and getting it's lure-song ready. He (I believe it was a he.) was a little off on the Hahliwud'n Vine's timing, in fact the reason Rosebud was sleeping on the trail was because the vine had sung her to sleep as bait for the big meal it sensed on the trail. Its tendrils, in fact, crept closer and closer, and the Hahliwud'n Vine began its lure-song,
"Come to me now, please come near, come to pleasure, never fear." The vine softly sang over and over in a sweet hypnotic cadence.
The R'deep had his secondary ears tuned in to the Hahliwud'n Vine's frequency in a way that told him what was happening, but filtered the luring quality. Since he could hear the vinesong, he knew that he too was in range for his mental waves to have effect.
"Deep now, deep into my gullet go, deep now, deep it's what you want you know." his mind threw out into Sonja's cerebral cortex, trying to take control before she succumed to the Vine's lure-song.
Sonja was suddenly beset by two conflicting desires, neither of which she would normally have chosen. Some part of her mind still sensed danger, at least for Rosebud, and she tossed her loving pet up the trail back to the village.
"Run sweet Rosey, run home now, follow your own sharp spoor, right into our safe front door."
The smitten , ever eager to make her mistress happy, scampered off and away. Sonja tried to think of what she should do, but nothing came but the contrary thoughts she knew weren't hers, and both made her want to obey. An ivy like tendril now crept close to her slender ankle, and easing itself around that first found morsel twined up the lovely limb and beneath the tiny skirt, which was all she wore other than the bright red rose in her hair. Then upward further 'til it tickled the lips of her sex, and as its tender touching continued, those lips began to part, as if in invitation. And yes, that invitation was accepted as the tendril entered Sonja's moistness.
Other tendrils were coming now to wrap and entrap the hapless maiden further. While that tendril tickled inside her tender tunnel, Sonja began to swoon, and suddenly was overcome by her climax. Her lovely legs began to buckle and in a moment she would fall to the ground.
Before she could an eight foot tall frog like creature hopped from the trailside opposite to the one to which she was being drawn. Startled a bit awake by this apparition, she jerked aside causing the tendril that had entered her to break, setting her free.
But that freedom wasn't to last as R'deep reached her and seized her. Clasping her hips he lifted her high, still singing his mental song, he added a note of triumph as her comely feet plunged into his gaping gullet. As Sonja sank knee deep, the caressing, massaging maw was not, to her, the horror an observer might think, but a supreme sensual pleasure.
Her arms waved about somehow seeking something to take hold of, and as her hips were sinking from sight one hand found a tendril, and another, and another and tendrils also found Sonja's other hand. now her waist was gone from sight and R'deep wanting to finish it soon lunged forward to gain the leverage of momentum, and as he did Sonja jerked on the tendrils encircling her arms, and those tendrils jerked back. As that momentum was added to his momentum R'deep fell forward, losing his balance and suddenly fell head first, and Sonja first into the maw of the vinous monster.
Sonja fell head and shoulders into Hahliwud'n Vine's welcoming warmth. The song of lure in her ears and in her mind plus the sexual sensuousness at both ends of her body now brought to Sonja a sense of wonderful serenity and finality as she surrendered her life with a soulful sigh.
R'deep did not give in so easily as he tried with his arms to push himself free and kicked his huge legs about in the air. But his arms were not strong enough and tendrils enshrouded his body pulling him in, his legs could find no purchase. Deeper and deeper went R'deep into that vegitable maw, 'til finally those powerful limbs ceased their movement and sank from sight. A few minutes later there was a loud burp, and had there been anyone near in the 'Zones Of Peril' of the Medavore Forrest, they might have sworn to have heard words in that burp saying,
"I love frog's legs!!"
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