Rennia's mouth hung open as she stood in front of a very large chamber with glowing spring water flowing like a river. Hot pockets of steam were rising, and the water flowed from one end to the other, much akin to a waterfall. Large metal steps stood on the other side of where she waited. The staircase led to a carved-out wall—she assumed that had been the main entrance, not the path they had taken. Which had been a perilious sidepath.
The heat rising from static parts of the spring felt magical, made her skin prickle, the back hairs of her neck standing up slightly. And for some strange particular reason, her flaccid cock started throbbing in the humid hot air.
That was a weird reaction.
Gossamer started occupying the air above her, buzzing like bee. "It's great, isn't it? Why don't you take a dip inside? I think you've earned it."
Rennia knew this wasn't a gift horse, nor the messenger of joys—there was a trick here somewhere, some sick joke or a prank. And somehow she, the pathfinder, was the but of all jokes. But, and she bit her lip as she thought about it, she needed to play along for Maeve's sake. Poor noble girl was knocked out.
"What's the catch, Gossamer? I don't like fairy parlor tricks! I've seen atleast three by now."
Gossamer floated slightly further away from her and beckoned her to dip in. She followed with a tinge of reluctance, then shrugged and dipped her toe into the steaming water. Her face brightened a bit when the warm water grazed her skin. It was warm water, and not burning either—a bit warmer than lukewarm, perfect for a bath, and quite similar to what she had felt in a sauna.
The fae smiled at her. "Go on in, much deeper. Enjoy yourself before I start our next game."
"What will it be this time? Hide and seek?"
Next game? How was she going to get out of this one, seriously? Some serious iron maybe? No. Had to be a myth if her weapons and armor had been moved—why would Gossamer be afraid of iron?
Rennia submerged herself into the water, everything but her breasts covered in the small pool she was in. Gossamer settled across from her. "You're really familiar, Rennia Perillion, and stranegly you remind me of someone I've met in my past. I'd have never thought I'd see it again, but I see it in you."
Oh no. Was this another one of her "mother's" encounters? Probably not, but she would shudder to think about it. She didn't inquire if Gossamer had known Ilna—it would be a terrible can of worms. What she did know was Gossamer had a connection to Ember and this Dark Queen of Hearts.
She relaxed for a moment, forgetting about all her troubles of getting here. What was she even doing again? Oh right, she was supposed to get rid of Gossamer and then get paid handsomely, if possible. If… possible.
Damn… so what would she do exactly? She had no weapon… except the one between her legs, and that was not a weapon, only weapon-sized. Things were bad, even if it didn't look like it.
"All right, I'm bored again."
"That was way too damn fast! Are you serious!"
Rennia cursed—she had just gotten into the water. What was on this annoying faerie's mind this time?
Gossamer giggled, shifted slightly. And her body was changing somehow, her spectral form shook, turning more greenish by the second. And the translucency went away. Her body was different within seconds.
She looked very much like a dryad—skin tinted green but humanish, minor bark patterns, and features she'd describe as androgynous. Perky tits suddenly visible and slender curved hips, and hair as wild as a storm. Eyes narrow, amber and mellow, much softer features than before. But the ghost was gone.
What disturbed her were the moving vines sprouting below her into the ground, like she was connected the the earth itself. Or atleast some twisted part of her.
Surprise~ this is what I really look like. Atleast one of my forms." She then pointed to the vines that went deep into the earth. "These are extensions of myself, the forest, the plants, the trees. I can see it all."
Rennia backed up. She was reminded of every encounter she had with a strange monster—how it started and how it ended.
She swallowed before she spoke, whatever sarcasm or negative rebuttal stuck inside of her. "What do you want, Gossamer?"
Gossamer smiled, but this time there was a change in her demeanor. "To play, of course. The truth is I can feel you're really special, which is why I didn't deal with you like I did the adventurers."
Okay, she had heard enough.
Rennia tried to scramble out of the water as soon as she felt the spring shift—something was moving beneath, fast and undulating. Vines started emerging all over the room, from the walls, out of the water, the rocky ground, the metal steps that led to the entrance, all converging from southwards. And the vines, they came for her.
Slowly, dozens of vines surrounded Rennia like tentacles. She had a really horrible feeling about what exactly was going to transpire.
Gossamer twirled in the air, her body more human-and-woman-like now. She lay with her butt faced away from Rennia, but her head twisted. "Are you willing to play, or is this party over?"
What party? And playing? She wanted to fuck her with her vines—at least that's what it looked like to her. And while the thought was slightly arousing, she had no rhyme or reason to end up like Fyrne.
"Why exactly should I? Turns out even the Fae are perverts? This is hardly a game."
Gossamer paused, pondered, and then froze her vines. "Maybe true, but there's something 'succulent' inside of you. I can sense it, and I want it. If you let me explore you, your body, taste whatever the gods had put deep inside of you, then I'll free both you and your friend, and maybe I'll even give you a little boon."
"Why… not just do what you want?"
Why not? Why lead her on with games? Surely the gap between them was supernatural.
Gossamer shrugged and started kicking the air. "I am faerie. We don't just take without consequence. My rules are different than yours—older maybe, savage perhaps—but I won't force you. Like I said, think of it as a game, and this could end right here and now."
Rennia didn't agree. Why would it end? "The local town wants you out. Whatever lewd magic you possess has an entire settlement in a trance. If I agree to this, what's stopping you from going forward?"
"You know I told you that I was leaving for the court tonight. Besides, the usefulness of this town has stopped the moment the meddlesome adventurers showed up. I was going to stick around another week, and then you showed up. An agent of Arosia—how cute, I thought when I first spotted you."
"You still haven't told me about Ember!" Rennia demanded.
Gossamer yawned. "You want to strike a deal with me, Rennia? A deal with me? It will cost ya. But I'll give you a free choice. Information on Ember and her allegiances, or would you rather free Maeve? She's rather cold, you see, and unconscious. Would be a bad friend for leaving her behind."
Rennia gritted her teeth. She was out of options. It was fine—she could discuss the Ember situation with Ishmere. For now, Maeve's life was incredibly important.
"Fine! I'm doing this for Maeve," Rennia said. "Let's do this."
What was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to do this—engage with a "monster," all things considered? It would be the first time, and she wasn't exactly aroused. Sure, Gossamer was attractive, her perky nips looked dashingly appetizing, but the vines? What kind of pervert would like that sort of thing? Certainly not her.
"Good. I'm happy. I never get to properly play like this."
Perhaps for good reason. She wondered what she would feel like in the next 5 minutes, heaven or hell.
"So you want my 'seed'? Is that it?"
Gossamer chuckled overhead. "If I was a succubus, I would have said yes, but no. What I want is your essence. Fun, so to speak."
Rennia grimaced. "So what do you want to do exactly?"
"To hold still."
She clapped her hands, and several large and thick, girthy vines appeared out of nowhere. These were different than the limbic and swaying tentacles she commanded—they had an almost phallic shape, like that of a penis.
Gently, they wrapped around Rennia's wrists, sliding slowly around her. She was tense, until she could feel one rubbing at her butt, and another brushing against her cock. The sensation was weird, but she could it bare it for a moment.
Gossamer floated closer, her eyes glowing with excitement. "Trust me, you won't regret this. Now, prepare yourself, Rennia."