The Corrupted Forest

"You should go immediately. I'll stay here, where it's safe." There's a moment where he looks about to question her words, as if deep down he knew it would be wrong to listen. Yet no words of resistance formed on his lips.

"If you cum without my permission I'll be very upset." She said with a pout. "Go rescue the master." Her words came out almost condescending, and he repeated in a monotone voice. In the next moment he rushed out into the forest without any supplies. Not even his staff accompanied him.

The little chipmunk charged off after him with a petrified look upon its face. A light green hand swooped down and grabbed the poor thing. The Fae lovingly caressed and pet the animal before adding with a sexy pout.

"You wouldn't leave a girl all by herself would you?" The chipmunk whines and squeaked, worried about the wizard. "Someone has to witness my ascension as I tap into the ley-line." Her lips curl up wickedly.

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The young wizard with blue highlighted hair stopped at a dark part of the forest. Vines grew all over the evil looking trees whose branches reminded him of skeleton fingers. Some of the trees still had leaves, as if life clung to them. He looked around with confusion, unsure of where or how he got there. The last thing he remembered was a moth whispering in his ear.

His eyes opened wide as he remembered the message. Master Magus is being held prisoner by his old apprentice. Now his surroundings made sense. It is Knigrith's territory, dark and twisted land. By the look of things he stood on the very edge of her borders. Vibrant colors behind him slowly faded to the death and decay before him.

His brow scrunched up and he moved forward. Suddenly realizing his hands were empty. 'Where in the blazes is my staff!?' He mentally questioned himself. He'd have to go back for it. But it would be too late for his master if he had to double back. What could have possibly made him leave the tree without his staff? The plain looking stick enhanced his magic and connection to the ley-line. It acted like an extra source of power before sapping his body's strength.

The realization caused his heart to hurt. It would be dangerous but he'd have to push on. Into the dark twisted part of the forest he ventured. Strangely enough there were no thoughts of a particular green skinned menace.

He moved carefully, keeping away from the sinister looking plants. They moved if he got too close, almost as if they were slithering towards him. Now he fully understood Magus' disgust with his former apprentice. She had fallen far from her vows to never interfere with nature.

Briefly he pondered what the sorceress looked like. Would she be crouched over and covered in corrupting warts? Allowing her body to be twisted like the forest around her?

The path to her base formed as he walked. Almost as if the wicked plant life knew where he wanted to go. He remembered the notes she had left behind, quite clearly. She had found an ancient castle deep within the forest. The notes spoke fondly of it and he expected to find her there. It would make sense if she had used the power of magic to her own gain, which Proteus frowned upon.

The farther he traveled the more sinister his surroundings became. More vines grew within the skeleton trees -- so many, in fact, that they formed a thick ceiling above that cut out the sun. It felt like he ventured into a completely new world, one he didn't want to be in. Without the light he couldn't make out any colors. It all appeared grey and black, like someone had sucked the life out of the environment.

Further he crept and the foliage felt like it slowly closed in around him. He got claustrophobic and found it hard to breathe as his throat swelled up. The vines appeared to be like slithering snakes. A speck of color caught his eye, a red pedal among the sea of black and grey. It pulled at his heart and he found it hard to look away. The way the pedals were shaped reminded him of naughty pictures. Well to him they were naughty. In truth they had just been naked diagrams of females. The part this flower bud reminded him of was clearly between the drawing's legs.

A voice whispered in his mind knowingly. Warning him to be on guard and avoid it. He pressed on and realized he saw more of them with each step. They were everywhere within the slithering vines. Yet luckily the pathway remained clear. He just had to stay on the path.

The moment he thought that he realized he had stepped extremely close to the path's edge. One of those vibrant red buds called to his attention, inching towards him. Thank goodness he caught himself before he took another step. He turned back towards the path and spotted patches of stonework through gaps of vines.

It had to be the castle Knigrith's notes spoke of. A few more minutes of careful steps and the castle revealed itself to his gaze. It looked massive and anything BUT warm and inviting.

With deep concentration he cast a concealment spell that masked his presence. He took deep breaths and attempted to steel his nerves. He needed confidence to face his master's old apprentice. Silently he crept up a large stone staircase that led to massive wooden doors.

He placed a clammy hand upon the door and pushed. It opened with surprisingly smooth ease. With the door open wide he gazed upon a large elaborate courtroom. The sorceress sure did use her magic for personal gain. Cloth tapestries hung on the walls. Tables and chairs were littered around the room as if she expected to host a feast.

He didn't see any servants or anyone at all actually. Not even a speck of dust. The room appeared as if magic kept the space perfect at all times. He continued to sneak farther inside, briefly wondering where the woman would keep his master prisoner. The first idea that came to mind, the dungeons. All castles had them but he wondered if that would be too obvious.

A powerful master wizard with many years of experience wouldn't be easily kept behind bars of iron. He'd need special quarters to hold him within. His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed movement within a large elaborate chair. By the stories told by Magus the woman should be in her late fifties. Not quite an old hag, but neither should she be young and full of life.

The movement that caught his gaze didn't look old at all. In fact she didn't look a day older than twenty. Smooth pale skin framed by dark raven colored hair. Dark eyes scanned the room with boredom. A long, tight flowing gown covered her fit body like a second skin. Little of her pale skin revealed itself to his eyes. Luckily her no doubt massive chest had been covered by the tight cloth. Her thin lips were held tightly shut as she chewed or ground her teeth.

If this woman had indeed learned her craft under the tutelage of Magus Proteus she'd be a challenge. He'd have to take care with each move he made. Carefully craft a clever plan to outwit her. He closed his hands together and thought of a spell.

BAM!

Suddenly the large doors slammed shut behind him causing him to jump in fright. The dark haired woman stared directly at him and laughed. He had walked right into her trap. A silent curse mouthed from his lips.

"I see my little moth found you." Her voice filled the room with a sense of power and confidence. Before Enorim had a chance to speak she continued as if reading his mind. "Oh your master isn't here. I have him distracted fighting my plant minions in another part of the vast forest. Necessary to get you all to myself. However I hadn't expected you to arrive defenseless."

The powerful woman stood up as her delicate hand shot out and pointed at him. The air around him bent and it felt like a large hand closed around him. The tapestries flared up as the magic flowed through the air. Helplessly the young wizard's body lifted into the air. The invisible hand squeezed and held him tightly.

Knigrith's hand smoothly pointed to the room's center. He felt the hand's grip tighten and move. Slowly his body floated to the spot she pointed at. He attempted to struggle, to no avail. That hand held him tight.

A sinister smile formed on her thin lips as she opened her hand and forcefully brought it down.

Enorim felt the invisible hand release its grip on him. His body dropped the few feet and landed awkwardly. Without any time to react that invisible force pressed down on his shoulders. The force was too strong to withstand and he found his knees bending under the weight. With a painful grunt his knees hit the floor. He was effectively kneeling before Knigrith.

"Why do you follow that old cripple when you could be worshiping at my feet?"

He felt a pull in his heart urging him to agree with her. More of her magic, he knew, as he felt it flow from her lips and into his ears. Somehow despite himself and her powerful influence he resisted and kept quiet. Her powerful and infectious voice went on ineffectively. The young wizard remained on his knees silently. She smirked down at him.

"Hmm, not defenseless after all. There's a powerful ward on your soul that feels ancient. Much more powerful than anything that old man could conjure himself." Her head tilted to the side. "What have you been up to behind his back, little one?"

She spoke to him as if a child. And yet she appeared younger and healthier than him. It made him very uncomfortable. Honestly he didn't know what she spoke of. He never did anything behind his master's back. Not like she had done. The magic he protected within the tree gave him the needed strength to carry out his task. Nothing ancient and all powerful that he knew of.

The wizard felt an itch on his mind. Almost like a scratching sensation. The deceptive looking woman dug around his mind, he guessed. What would she find if he didn't know anything? Before he could question her, that smug, confident smile returned to her lips.

"So, your mind and soul are protected from me. How about that cute body of yours?" Her confident smile widened as she stood up and rolled her shoulders back. The black elegant dress slipped from her body, pooling at her feet.

It all happened so fast, but to Enorim the dress fell in slow motion. He watched her shoulders roll back as the falling garment exposed her pale white flesh. Smooth kissable skin became visible inch by inch. With how tight it had looked he couldn't imagine the dress falling from her body without help. But nonetheless, it slipped down over her hidden chest. Those large gravity defying tits bounced free. He stopped following the dress. His eyes locked onto those hard nipples.

To say his eyes bulged out of their sockets would be an understatement. His mouth went dry and he struggled to form thoughts, let alone words. Regardless he managed to breath out one word. "Nope!"

The wizard spun around on his heels and ran for the humongous wooden doors. The woman simply laughed.

"I didn't think so." Her arms shot up and an invisible force stopped him in his tracks. It hit him so hard, his breath had been knocked out of him. With a yelp his body flung backwards. He slammed into the ground on his back and slid. The spell kept him sliding until two slender legs stood on either side of his head. Enorim's eyes remained bulged as he stared up at the first naked vagina in the flesh.

Those tender lips didn't have a single hair upon them, pink and glistening with her juices. Instinctively he licked his lips, suddenly finding himself parched. As if in response to his tongue a single drop fell. He watched it fall as the world slowed down. He groaned out in agonizing anticipation as the droplet descended to his lips; landing square on his lower lip. He felt a strong desire to taste it.

Who did this woman think she was!? Falsifying information to get him here. Then trying to what? Seduce him? Did she fear Magus that much that she had to tempt his new apprentice to her side?

Distracted by his thoughts his body acted. He sucked on his lower lip and moaned. Fireworks went off inside his mind and all other thoughts melted away. He didn't even attempt to roll away or get up. Even though that powerful yet invisible force couldn't be felt on his body. He just laid there and watched as those nether lips slowly descended.

One taste had been electrifying and he wanted more! For that reason alone he eagerly lapped her juices as she sat on his face. The sorceress sighed with pleasure as he hastily began eating her out. Her hips began to grind in small circles and he brought his hands up to pull her tighter against him. He could taste her magic and he loved it.

Enorim felt the temptress lean forward and fiddle with his robes. Soon after a cold breeze met his sweating skin as she opened his robes. A wet tongue slid along his member. He groaned with desire he never knew he could feel. When her lips closed around his swollen head he almost lost it.

Deep down he really wanted to let loose. But something stopped him. He couldn't explain it or even think about it. The blue splotches in his hair lit up and his eyes glowed. How could he have allowed this to happen? He had completely forgotten about his greatest weapon, his own magic!

The young wizard growled as Knigrith laughed in a condescending tone. She no doubt expected him to give in and blow his seed down her throat. One last hard suck caused her to squeal as he savored her taste. He couldn't help it, she did taste amazing.

In her moment of expected victory the sorceress became vulnerable. He flicked his wrist as his eyes flared bright blue. Her luscious yelp became one of confused surprise as her body suddenly flung backwards. She landed on her large chair and felt it splinter. For a moment she sat there confused. The splintering sounds continued and once again she let out a yelp. The broken chair fell apart as she fell with it.

Enorim stood up and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. A luminescent blue egg-like shape formed around him as he closed his robes.

"You'll have to do better than that, miss."

The stunningly fit woman sat up and laughed. "I'm impressed. You must have nerves of steel to hold back that climax. Let it build up. Your fall will be that much sweeter."

Slowly she stood up, her every action meant to hold his gaze. He couldn't look away as her hips tilted and her hands slid up her tight body. He tried to blink and look away before she... Nope he couldn't. She cupped her large chest and squeezed.

The young wizard swore he could feel his knees buckle and legs wobble. Why did she have to have that hot body? Why couldn't she be old and deformed? Her smile vanished as a violet hue flashed within her eyes. Those slender hands holding his gaze shot out and pointed at him. Violet, almost pinkish light arched through the air towards him.

The blue shield took the arcane bolts with a loud crackle. The force of the bolts pushed him back, but he remained on his feet. Sky blue bolts of his own fired back, along with a blazing fireball. Knigrith's brow scrunched up in concentration, her fingers dancing through the air.

The sky blue bolts were deflected easily. Then she noticed the fireball blazing towards her. The look of shock made Enorim grin. He caught her off guard!

She jumped, barely escaping the fire as it exploded against her ruined chair. The wood went up in flames.

The young wizard pressed his advantage, firing two more sky blue bolts along with chain lightning. He watched as her jump turned into a roll and his bolts smacked against stone inches from her body. The lightning however didn't miss. He watched as the electricity coursed through her body.

Her agonizing scream echoed throughout the room and... Wait, that wasn't a painful scream. He watched as her body shook and her hands roamed all over. Did he just give her an orgasm? Enorim stood there dumbfounded. Her body appeared to glow as her arrogant smile returned.

She said between gasps of breath, "Give me more!" Her laugh sounded more genuine this time. The young wizard didn't know how to react. A part of him did however, it pulsed with need. The lightning appeared to have energized her as she stared at him with pure lust.

Her hands became a flurry of movement, blurring through the air. Hundreds of violet bolts slammed against his shield. He held strong but each new bolt hurt more than the last. He felt like a caged animal being rattled around. Sweat poured down his face as he focused with all his might to reinforce the shield. It flickered regardless of his efforts. She's too powerful! The young wizard felt his body weakening.

Knigrith's confident smile grew wider with each passing second. "It's hard to concentrate when all you can think about is my delicious, wet pussy, isn't it?"

His shield flickered as the spell started to break. Her words sent chills through his body and blood between his legs. Her hand reached out and caressed the shield. When had she gotten so close?

The weak shield hardly tickled her flesh. He tried to avoid her knowing gaze as his member twitched. The wizard's body felt desperate and he knew he wouldn't be resisting her twice.

"Look at my body. Feel that desire pulse between your legs."

He licked his lips as he stared at her glorious chest. Her hand slid down his weakening shield, mere inches from his throbbing erection. She pressed her body against the shield and he felt the weight of it against his willpower. Yet the movement caused his eyes to follow her right tit.

The edge of his vision blurred from lack of focus, yet he still noticed a window far up on the castle wall. With an iron will he closed his eyes and pictured that spot. The shield failed and her smooth fingers twirled around his cock, squeezing hard.

"It's time for an earth shattering--" She was cut off as his body disappeared.

He reappeared upon the window sill with a moan. Her hand had felt... Before his body could rebel or she could react he blinked again, by focusing on a spot outside the window on the horizon.

Somehow against all odds he managed to escape her grasp. A picture of her screaming in frustration popped up in his mind's eye. The young wizard couldn't hold back a smile. With each step he felt the desperate need of his body as it rubbed against his robes. He attempted to walk it off. The corrupted part of the forest didn't feel so sinister anymore. At least not after meeting Knigrith.

He briefly wondered what kind of spell she used to enhance her body. Using magic for her own gain had defiantly worked to her advantage. His mouth watered as he thought of that body and how tight, hot, and sexy it had been.

Distracted by his thoughts the young wizard walked right off the path. The slithering vines opened a path for him. He continued to walk as they opened, and closed behind him.

A large red bud caught his attention and he realized instantly the mistake he had made. He spun around and moved his arms quickly; his exhausted body rebelled. The shock and refusal of the failed blink made him feel sick as vines wrapped around his wrists. They pulled his arms up and out. The slight pain from his stretched shoulders made him panic as his body lifted up off the ground.

The slithering orgy of vines before him had cut off his escape, effectively trapping him within. Yet he could still see through some gaps through their slithering mass. On the other side he saw Knigrith walking down the path. Her tight dress hugged her curves with each step.

In his panicked state he almost called out to her for help. If he just thought for a moment he could come up with an escape route. The last thing he would want to do is rush back into her arms. Even though his body wanted nothing else but that.

She had a frustrated look on her face as she walked by without seeing him.

Enorim let out a sigh of relief. Now all he'd need to do would be concentrate and—"