“It’s not that funny!” she snapped, only managing to make Qu’tha laugh harder.

“Oh, but it is,” Las’ala said as she managed to stop laughing. The necromancer’s apprentice stood, her voluptuous body the opposite of Dania’s slim form, and slinked around the fire to kneel by the druid. “It’s no wonder you enjoy transforming yourself into a wolf so much.”

“I don’t see why you’re all laughing,” Dania said, her voice tight with anger. “My name isn’t funny!”

“But what it means is,” Qu’tha managed to gasp. “Such a name for the savior of the druids, oh great and grand Fluffy!”
 

Dania scrubbed furiously at her tears as she stomped away from the Rogues’ camp and out into the night. Why were they so mean to her? She had been every bit the fighter they had been, her spirits and magic had helped them defeat Andariel just as much as those creepy necromancers!

But they hadn’t cared when they had found out what her name meant. Why did she even expect better from a crude group of miscreants? She had hoped that Elaea and Shala would at least not have laughed, but they had, even if they had hid it behind their hands.

Well, she was going to show them. After the battle with Andariel, she had found an amulet that would double her powers of summoning. Even the smirking and snide necromancers would be impressed when she showed up with her creatures surrounding her. Seeing a large boulder, almost flat but with a definite curve to its top, Dania walked towards it and sat on top as she readied her spells.
 
 
 

Dania screamed as the vines pulled her back onto the flat rock she had been sitting on. She continued to yell the spell that was supposed to bind them to her, but her commands had no effect on the plants. Even the normally helpful Oak Spirit wasn’t doing anything as it floated above her.

“Stop it!” she screamed. But the vines continued to pull her until she was spread eagle on the rock, her body arched upward. Even if she pulled with all her might, the vines only gave a little and immediately contracted back when she grew tired. She screamed in frustration and thrashed on the rock, her scarlet hair whipping loose from its tie to fall in a long shimmering wave.

Dania finally sobbed in frustration and let her head fall back against the rock. There was nothing she could do but wait for the spell to end on its own, however long that would take with the new amulet she was wearing. At least the Oak Spirit was here to give her light and keep her warm, without it she probably would have been shivering.

“Oh, thank you,” she said as the Oak Spirit dipped down, it’s glowing body swooping close to her’s. It must have sensed she was a bit cold. “Wait, what are you doing?” she asked as it began to fiddle with the ties of her tunic. The spirit’s small and dexterous tentacles easily undid the simple knots holding her tunic closed and began to pull it apart. “Stop it!” Dania yelled as the spirit landed on her chest just beneath her breasts, its body warm against her’s.

She gasped in surprise when the spirit’s tentacles slid up her body to stroke against the soft, pale skin of her breasts. She could see the glowing tentacles through the fabric of her tunic as they stroked and caressed her breasts. Each touch brought a pleasant warmth to her body and Dania couldn’t help but enjoy the spirit’s attentions. It must be trying to warm her, she thought to herself as it’s tentacles moved up to squeeze her breasts.

“Ow, be careful!” she said as it pinched on of her nipples. The Oak Spirit was resting between her small breasts, its tentacles continuing to squeeze and caress them. But now it was playing her rapidly hardening nipples, almost as if it were enjoying itself.

Dania bit her lower lip as both her nipples were squeezed gently, then pinched. She cried out in surprise when the spirit pushed her tunic aside completely, baring her to the world, and increased the speed of its tentacles over her skin. As it continued to fondle her breasts, the spirit extended a long, thicker tentacle that crept up the druid’s chest and tickled her chin.

“You-” she gasped as the spirit continued to caress her breasts, “-are such a funny spirit, I’ve never heard of one like yo-” her words were cut off as the tentacle slid into her mouth. Dania shook her head violently, her protests muffled as the tentacle rapidly increased in girth to fill her mouth. Her eyes widened when it began to slide over her tongue and pushed towards her throat.

Dania tossed her head backward, trying to get it away from the invading tentacle, and resumed her struggles against the vines binding her wrists and ankles to the rock. Her horror and disgust rose to new heights when she realized that the tentacle wasn’t going to stop as it reached the back of her mouth. Disgusting memories of having her ex-fiance’s cock in her mouth made Dania bite down, only to find that the tentacle was much more resilient than a man’s cock.

Choked cries were muffled by the tentacle as Dania felt it push into her throat. She gagged and twisted her head, tears starting to creep down her face. She could look down her body at the spirit molesting her breasts and raping her mouth, all the while looking no different from the Oak Spirit’s she normally called up to server her.

Her cries became louder as she snorted for air through her nose and pulled at the vines binding her. The spirit had extended another long, thick tentacle that was creeping down her taut stomach and sliding beneath the waistband of her brown leather skirt. Dania’s green eyes widened to look like saucers as she screamed out a futile protest.

Too her amazement, the tentacle in her mouth pulled out long enough for her to draw in a gasping breath and scream for help at the top of her lungs. She screamed one more time before it plunged back in, twisting to follow her head as she turned to and fro in a desperate attempt to avoid it. The shining tentacle slid between her red lips with ease, thrusting back over her tongue and pumping in and out of her mouth for a few seconds before sliding back into her throat again.

Dania sobbed, tears flowing freely as she felt herself violated by one of her most trusted companions. How could it do this to her? It wasn’t supposed to do this! she thought desperately as more tentacles reached up to hold her head firmly in place so that the tentacle in her mouth could more easily violate her.

Tentacles rubbed her cheeks and stroked her hair, occasionally yanking at it to keep her head still. Another tentacle pressed itself against her forehead, pinning her head to the rock. Dania could only stare helplessly upward at the stars as the spirit pumped its tentacle past her lips at an ever increasing speed.

Dania’s nose flared each time she fought to take in a breath. She could feel saliva running down from the corners of her mouth as the tentacle fucked it. Was it getting even thicker? she thought with dread as the tentacle pushed itself back into her throat, making her sob and gag.

Even the violation of her mouth disappeared from her consciousness when she felt the other tentacle at the entrance to her quim. She could feel it sliding back and forth across her outer lips before it slowly, almost teasingly pressed itself into her. Dania squeezed her eyes shut, a fresh torrent of tears pouring out, and sobbed as she felt the tentacle ever so slowly pushing into her. Inch by inch, the tentacle forced itself into her quim until she thought she was going to burst. Despite herself, she let out of sob of relief when it stopped, it’s thickness making her glad that her legs were held apart by the vines.

Dania moaned into the tentacle filling her mouth as she felt herself moistening and relaxing to accomodate the intruder within her. No effort could stop her traitor body and soon the tentacle began to move again in her quim, this time easily sliding in and out of her. Her hips rocked back and forth, her skirt slowly riding up her thighs. Dania was limp as the two tentacles took her in both her mouth and quim at the same time. Occasionally she would pull against the tentacles holding her head steady, but her efforts were to no avail.

The red-headed druid’s head spun as she was filled. The tentacle in her quim was firm, but not the hardness of wood, but that of turgid flesh. Even as she cried in loathing and humiliation, she felt unmistakable waves of pleasure from each thrust. Slowly, ever so slowly, Dania felt herself approaching a climax.

Before she could, the tentacle in her mouth reached one of its own. Dania’s eyes screwed up in disgust as she felt jet after jet of sticky liquid sprayed into her mouth and down her throat. It tasted sweet, almost too much so, and was thick and viscous. Sap, she thought to herself in a strange moment of calm. Then the tentacle was out of her mouth, still jerking and twisting as it continued to spray sap onto her lips and cheeks, coating nearly her entire face in the shining liquid. Dania coughed and shook her head as the tentacles released it, trying to fling as much of the liquid off as she could. Her ex-fiance had done the same thing to her after she had refused to swallow his foul tasting seed.

The druid’s coughing and sobbing was interrupted by a loud cry as the tentacles caressing her breasts increased the speed of their ministrations, roughly squeezing and mauling her breasts while others moved down under her skirt to rub her quim and clit. Dania moaned, her teeth grinding together as she pulled and twisted. Nothing would slow the relentless approach of her own orgasm and soon she was tossing her head back, screaming in time with the thrust of the tentacle in her.

With one last wordless cry, Dania let her head fall limp to the stone, her entire body shuddering with the climax. The muscles in her stomach tightened as her quim sqeeuzed the tentacle pumping in and out of her. Dania whimpered in pleasure and shame as the tentacle gave a last hard thrust into her and shot its sap deep within her. The druid moaned and closed her eyes as she felt the mixture of her own juices and the Oak Spirit’s seed dripping out of her to stain her skirt.

After a while, Dania managed to open her eyes and look up at the spirit floating above her. Was that an air of triumph she saw as it gave her breasts one last parting squeeze and floated away from her? Too tired from her struggles to do anything more, Dania panted for breath and felt herself slowly falling asleep despite her awkward and uncomfortable position.

But her eyes shot open and her struggles renewed themselves when she heard the heavy footsteps and grunting snuffling of a Beast approaching. Terror lending extra strength to her arms, Dania almost managed to pull herself free of the vines entwined about her wrists and ankles. But it was too late already, coming into the light the Oak Spirit cast was the hulking form of a Beast. It shambled forward, the smell of musk overpowering. Dania screamed in abject terror when she saw the enormous cock between the thing’s legs.

Her last coherent thought as it shuffled between her legs and positioned herself at the entrance to her quim was that it must have been drawn by the smell of the Oak Spirit’s sap and the sound of her cries.
 
 
 

Dania looked up at Las’ala and did her best to pull her tattered tunic and skirt back over her body. She did her best to ignore the disgusting sound of the vines feeding on the Beast that had just finished raping her. Had she just been bait so that they could feed?
Their obvious sounds of enjoyment made her think so as did the brighter glowing of the Oak Spirit as it fed on the mana released by the creature’s death.

“No thank you?” Las’ala said with a smirk as she rested her leather encased hands on her hips.

“You didn’t save me,” Dania said as she stood shakily. She shivered when she realized that the creature’s seed and her own juices were running down the insides of her thighs. She squeezed them together and prayed that Las’ala wouldn’t see this newest humiliation out of many. “They wanted to eat and they would have let me go even if you hadn’t shown up.”

Las’ala laughed. “I didn’t mean you should thank me for rescuing you, I meant you should thank me for not telling everyone else at camp about this,” she said, her ever present smirk ever more cruel than normal.

“You wouldn’t!” Dania gasped. “We’re both women, how could you even think of doing such a thing?”

“Ah, yes,” Las’ala said as she walked to the feeding vines and peered down, wiping at a bit of blood that splashed on her cheek.
“The famous barbarian sisterhood. You all stick together up there, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” Dania said. “We care for each other as if we were family.”

“No wonder your men leave the mountain in search of adventure so often,” Las’ala said with a laugh. “A bunch of frigid pussies colder than the mountains. I’ve heard they were tough, but I doubt even their cocks could resist frostbite.”

“What is wrong with you?” Dania said despairingly. “You’re the most mean-hearted person I’ve ever met!”

“Oh no, I’m not,” Las’ala said as she studied the rock that had been the site of Dania’s humiliation. “There are worse out there.” She smiled and sniffed at the combined stream of juices that Dania, the Oak Spirit, and the Beast had left. “They’d rape you right now and then tell the rest of the camp about it. I, on the other hand, will give you a choice.”

Dania stared at the necromancer in utter disbelief. Was this woman really a demon in disguise? Surely no human could be so twisted, she thought.

“You may get on your knees and pleasure me until I am satisfied. Whereupon I will never tell anyone, even Qu’tha about your tryst,” Las’ala continued. “Or we can both go back to camp and I can regale everyone with my story of what I saw done to you.”

“You watched?” Dania said, her voice soft with shock. “You didn’t do anything?”

“Oh, I did something,” Las’ala said with a broad smile, “my golems are good at doing something. But I’d like a nice, warm, and girl’s tongue between my legs instead of a golem’s cock, no matter how good that might be.”

Dania stared and, despair filling her, collapsed to her knees, her hands trailing on the grass in front of her as she sobbed. She ignored Las’ala’s footsteps as the necromancer walked over and crouched by her. She ignored the hand caressing her hair and then pulling her head back. But she couldn’t ignore it when the necromancer leaned over and kissed her roughly on the lips, her tongue pressing into the druid girl’s mouth. “Your choice,” Las’ala whispered.