Always Ascending

[Ordos]

Naethra... felt at peace.  There was a stinging sensation with each fruit picked, but it was oddly pleasurable.  Losing them was exhausting, but fulfilling at the same time.  It felt good, in more than just the mad lustful way her other wounds had.

Other wounds... belatedly, she realized she was still suffereing the effects of the dryad's poison.  Or was it a dryad?  Somehow, Naethra doubted it was a true fae.  It just... felt like a facsimile.  Probably someone warped by this place.  Just what was she doing to her?

Being a tree felt nice.  It was peaceful and solid and reassuring.  She knew her comrades would eat well of her fruit, even if it cost her to lose them.  She could grow more.  All she'd need was sun and time and water and...

No, no, this wasn't right.  She should break out of this.  Or try to, at any rate.  Shouldn't she?  But... what if she was wrong, and that was an actual dryad?  What if they'd struck down one of the fae, and she was trying to shrug off its gift?  She'd... dared to hope she might be blessed them.  Elevated... 

No, she wasn't a tree.  She was a tiefling, temporarily transformed.  Duran would probably free her, any second now.  Best to just wait it out.  This fight had been so tiring.

And, at least, Gwyn wasn't likely to go running off face-first into doom and danger if her team-mate was rooted to the ground.  At any rate, it could buy the party a few minutes to think.  While she rested, of course, soft loam beneath her roots...

[darlingng01]

With the berries collected I turn my attention to helping her throw off the poison "That's enough Naethra, thank you for your patience. It's time to fight back now." As I speak with her I wrap my arms around her waste and give her a hug, my face pressed against her chest due to the height difference. Once I realize the positioning of my hands it takes a distinct effort to resist letting my hands wander just a bit further down.

[Alice]

The Dwarf's face in Naethra's bosom doesn't feel like an invasion, rather it feels.. pleasant. She's given fruit, now she gives comfort as well. The Tree adventurers bosom swells with pride... And also just swells growing slowly under Oric's head becoming an even more inviting place to rest and relax..

[Ordos]

The dwarf cleric felt nice against, soft and warm and small, taking comfort beneath her eaves. 

Naethra felt so comfortable... almost like she was warm in bed between nice, dry covers and a freshly fluffed mattress, just begging for a couple more minutes of sleep. 

She tried to muster the will to break free... well... not really.  She made a half-hearted effort and then just relaxed.  Duran would be up and about in a bit.  She'd cleanse the curse.  And until then Gwyn couldn't do anything too silly.  And she deserved a rest, didn't she?  The day had been nothing but evil goblins, plant-monsters, and invisible women...  It felt good to just be grounded for a few minutes. 

[Ordos]

As she drifted on the edge of rest, a thought resonated.  Invisible women.  The one who sold trinkets to the party, and the one that had severed her magic.  She'd reconnected that link in exchange for a boast, a promise.  To keep fighting.

It was exactly like forcing herself out of a comfy bed way too damned early on a dreary morning, but she could do it when she had to.  And now, she suspected, she had to.

(Con save; 14 + 2)

[Alice]

Naethra steels her resolve.. the body is willing and able...

(gm rolled will save: 1)

But its so easy to sink back into comfort.. to Embrace this.. She feels a kiss on her cheek.. an Embrace from behind. "You are lovely, but Sloth is also a sin.. and it's too early yet.. But.. I will take something from you.. and leave you with a gift in it's place.."

Naethra starts to return her body reforming.. but.. the green doesn't fade.. Her horns crack and fall off landing on the ground as little more than dry bark.. her tail sucks up into her body even as it settles green.. her bosom.. her hips.. her rear.. all more pronounced.. Her hands no long have those pseudo claws.. in fact they no longer have any nails of any kind simply being smooth green surfaces.. but. they don't feel differnt..

Then the surge of arousal hits.. the need to be touched..to touch others.. and the dwarf is right there.. pressed against her.. She even was begging to touch the dragonborns rear before.....

{Naethra is now a plant kin - write up later
Naethra is now under the effects of Sin's Palace}

[Ordos]

This... was different.  But, gods and fae, it felt so good...

As she returned to animate form, she was aware of some changes.  Her body felt different.  Her breasts more full, weighing upon her delightfully.  An odd tingling from her tail.  And, with a gasp, she saw her quartet of horns land on the ground by Orin's feet. 

Before she could properly process that the arousal struck her.  Orin was already in front of her, her hands on Naethra's hips.  What was he saying about asses just a little while ago?  She pushed herself into the embrace, wrapping her arms around the dwarf woman, sparing just an instant to push her hands down over the taut roundness of her burgeoning bottom. 

Height was an issue.  She pushed her newly buregeoning bosom against Orin's head, straining joyfully against her now too-tight armor.  But the dwarf loved asses, didn't she?  Naethra lifted her leg up, vaulting it over the cleric and tearing down her too-tight leggings, freeing her round green ass and pushing it into Auric's face, grinding against her, hoping she would get the message and tend to her yearning womanhood. 

Meanwhile, her hands traced over her, her mind struggled with the sensations.  What was different?  What had just happened?  What... what had this cost her?  Why was she so needy right now?  None of those questions mattered quite so much as the demands of her new, green flesh...

[darlingng01]

I could feel her changing, but kept my had down and held her tight. Afraid of what I might see, and enjoying the feeling of my face pressed into her breasts I only realize what's happened when Naethra turns around and presents her wondrous ass. My bewilderment is cut short however as  the ass is pressed into my face and my mind goes blank, slowly refilling with only one thing in mind: worshiping this lovely ass. Holding her rear I press in against it, then slowly lower myself as I'm drawn to the sweet smell of her dripping sex. Carefully I begin to lick at it as I fondle and squeeze, lost to the world as my attention is completely consumed.

[Nihtgenga]

"Holy shit, Naethra, you- your horns!" Retiaria exclaimed, scrambling to her feet. Though... it seemed neither Naethra nor Orin were all too concerned, instead focusing more on sex. Retiaria wasn't sure what to do- on the one hand, it would be a dick move to break them up, especially after the others let her and Gwen go off for some fun earlier, but on the other, this was weird and them not caring was weirder.

Not sure what to do, she turned to Gwen and Duran. "Uh... should we stop them, or just let 'em get to it?"

[Ordos]

"Yes, yes!" Naethra cried, grinding her green pussy against Orin's lips and tongue.  Finesse wasn't important just now, she just needed to feel!  She had her leather chest-piece tugged off, her right hand exploring her new breasts, caressing her engorged nipple.  She made sure her crystal focus was still there, close to her, its coolness rubbing against her yielding expansions as her left hand feels her new body.  She wanted to wrap Orin in her tail, to anchor her as she drank the nectar from her lovely flower, only to find those muscles didn't respond to her commands, like they didn't exist.

"Holy shit, Naethra, you- your horns!"

When she heard that, she ran one hand over head, feeling where the horns had been.  She saw their shapes cast in bark discarded on the ground, but feeling up there, feeling there absence... 

She laughed, even as Orin brought her to climax.

[Roselli]

Gwen didn't have much to say watching the changes happening to Neathra. She didn't want to interrupt, because this setting made us all a bit sex crazed. Or at least slightly more sex crazed than normal.

"I hope shes ok." Gwen comments so concerned leaning gently against Reteria. "Maybe you can keep your horns."

[Ryuforce]

Duran gave a gasp as she turned back and landed onto the ground. Her head was spinning, her thoughts racing as she just felt the strange foreign love for Naethra slip away from her head. Having shaken it off she rose up and pointed to Naethra. "Hey! Why the heck did you use some magic to charm me and.... ack!" The dragonborn gasps, having been a bit distracted, she only now notices the plant woman groping and fondling Oric, watching as the two pleasure each other in front of the group and leaving the dragonborn's cheeks a tad pinker. "Oh no, she's still poisoned!" The dragonborn rush over, trying to find a good spot to put her hand on Naethra, hesitating a bit until placing herh and on the girl's back.

"LAY ON HANDS!" She said confident the divine energy of Aircame will cleanse this 'venom' away. "Now, back on subject. What on earth did you do to me earlier? Why was I having weird thoughts about you the moment I freed you?"

[Lay On Hands - 5 HP to 'cure' the poison. Yeah I totally know this isn't gonna do a thing.]

[HP: 20/24] [AC: 18 - 1] [Lay on Hands: 0]

[Spell Slots: 0 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]

[Fireless]

[Roselli]

Gwen put her hands on Duran and pulled her back, "I think she's a bit...um, focused. It's the first time she was changed, and I think this might be part of the process- ooh, your scales feel very nice. Sorry, back on topic, I'm sure she'll answer when she can think straight."

"How are you feeling? I really like the pink."

[Ryuforce]

After Duran's healing attempt, she was pulled away by Gwyn only to start to blink. "Wait.. you think she's meant to be in that form now?" She asked but was suddnely assaulted with other questions which work to keep her eyes on the bard and not the plant lady who may or may not of betrayed her. "Well um.. I don't really like the pink, liked my more brownish tone but it's not the worse. As for how I'm feeling. Fine I think right now? But my chest is hurting a bit. I think something made the armor even tighter..."

[Roselli]

"Well, I didn't walk into this place as a buxom elf. This place is changing all of us. There are going to be things we can't change back, at least not right away." Gwen didn't intend to but leans into flirting a bit, "The pink suits you. Brings out your eyes, and makes you unique. We can get you out of that armor if it makes you feel better. "

Her fingers problem for a place to unlatch the armor.