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Cutting the tendril in a single slash, it leaks out sap as It recedes back into the plant. Backing away, he watches the plant heal back up right before his eyes, briefly glowing before returning to normal.

As he pulls on the vine, the grip tightens, as the sap begins to harden like glue over the cut he made, healing itself.

Stabbing his knife into the plants thick, fiberous tissue, sticky sap spills out, like blood from an open wound. It’s tough to get through, and slow to cut. As he does so, he feels something wrap around his leg; a leafy tendril from the very plant he was attempting to cut...

He could not find an exit from the room besides the one he came out of, but he managed to find a clue: the tattered remains of his sister’s clothes and her weapons, her bow broken. Also, he noticed that one of the pods was pulsing rhythmically, and he could make out a humanoid outline inside it...

As he went down it, he came up to s chamber, smaller than the main one. There, he saw eight giant pitcher-like plants, eight feet tall, shooting up from the earthy floor, circled around a central trunk leading up into the ceiling. There was an aphrodisiac in the air, sweet as honey, coming...

As he inspects it, he sees that It is actually a living being, although one that is non-sentient. It seems to have no locking mechanism, and is probably not something that could be opened with a traditional key. Another sign of the dryad’s magic.

Yeah, I suppose that’s true. Maybe her powers functions like divine magic, but it’s source is from her sheer resoluteness in her beliefs alone and she doesn’t realize it? Or, Armok is actually not the god who she’s getting her powers from...

As he sneaked into the northen tunnel, he saw a wooden door before him, covered in interlocking leaves and vines. There was a flower in the middle of it, blooming. It seemed to be sealed by magic.

As he ventured into the cave, going deeper down into its passage, he saw a chamber up ahead, illuminated by a green light. It was large and spacious, populated by trees and bushes, with a pool of dark water in the center. As he approached closer, he also began to notice something odd about the...

“Well, she’s a dryad, so expect some plant magic and pheromones,” Ora replied, slinking on to the rock. “As for the monster, it’s a large plant creature with tentacle vines. It’s good at grabbing people and restrain or toss them. However, if you’ve got fire, you might stand a chance, not that I...

Yeah, that’s true. What’s your opinion on the idea that her god might not even exist? Again, I like making it subjective because it allows the DM more freedom to determine the truth of the matter.

“My name is Ora,” she said, as she cuddled up against Alexander. “As for your sis,” she continued, “yeah, totally; she was dragged into that cave across the river by that dryad bitch Nairi’s pet monster plant.” Giving him a hug, she kissed his cheek. “Sorry to worry you, but that’s what...

She’s a fanatic bloodthirsty psychopath who believes in a Blood God of dubious existence that possess the powers of a War Cleric, which is either because of the strength of the belief in the aforementioned god or because the god is real. It’s impossible to know which is the truth, because of a...

“AAA~! HAAAAPPY~!” As she finishes her climax, she slows down and relaxes, content as she receives his seed. Looking down, she smiles. “Well, I suppose I’ll have to see if I’m going to have a baby,” she said, as she leaned back, freeing Alex from her breasts. “I’m going to be honest, I thought...

The slime girl seems to shudder like jello as she bounces on your cock and, despite lacking nipples, she seems to be enjoying the feeling of your mouth sucking on her breast as she loudly moans. “Oooh yes~! Keep going stud~!” Her “little hands” massage the shaft as he keeps going,stimulating...

The dwarf, with a sudden swing of her axe, slammed the blade into the earth before shouting, “I am Brekka Blackaxe, slave of Armok, who is the God of Blood, Forger of Worlds, and Reshaper of Earth! I have come to challenge the priest of whatever pathetic god they worship and show him the true...

I mean, I’m keeping them for her, but I’m also willing to have her get tf’d and stuff.

Also, what is the chance my character’s facial hair is going to get shaved at some point?

I thought only warlocks got that. Also, posted in the thread. Some general measurements for my character: Height: 4’11” Cup-Size: D Build: Stout (equally fat and muscular) Hips: Average

(Just checking) Smiling, she wraps her arms around his torso and pushes her breasts into his face as she feels his cock gently rock in and out of her warm, slimy vag. As he fucks her, Alexander could feel something rubbing up against his shaft, like the hairs of a brush, but softer and thicker...