“The Mushroom looks like dick,”  Flame said idly - though he was staring at it intently.  Vine wandered around and looked up at the opening of the ditch they found themselves in.

“Please don’t …” Glamour said as she watched Flame circle the phallic mushroom. “Why not? I’m horny.” Flame said.  He was rubbing himself now, getting excited just by the thought of riding the mushroom.

“It could be poison!” Glamour alarmed him. 

“It’s not,” Vine drawled knowingly, but still staying far away from it.

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Several miles down, a small party of three elves, one wizard, one monk, and one fighter were on an honorable quest.   There were other players but they were absent from the game today.  Which was a pity, they certainly could have used their ranger and their rogue but they would make due without them.

“How long are we going to have to walk before we get there?  Can’t you just use magic to get us there faster?”

“No. I have to conserve my magic for more important things than your impatience.  The tavern barkeep said to stay on the road until we find the great oak just past the fork. So that is what we are going to do.  Keep in mind if we fail this mission -  the villages for miles off will fail to have any harvest fruits - we must free those that the Great Lich has captured.”

“You realize we are walking right into a trap, right?  Said Great Lich could just as easily take us in place of those already captured, then where would we be?”

Out of character, Pamela, who was playing the wizard, mumbled under her breath, “Up five levels if we survive is my hope.”

The other players chuckled.  The GM just smirked.  “I need y'all to roll perception.”

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Flame was indeed fucking the mushroom, slow and steady just riding it - being that they were all Fae Beings, their genitals were ambiguous and so it looked as though the flat chested male was riding this mushroom with his cunt. While stroking his cock.  He looked very Salmacian in fact.  They all did.  Glamour, unable to help herself, was stroking her pussy, her flower tiara crooked on her head as she leaned against the dirt wall’ of the ditch. Her hips jutted forward, as she wiggled her fingers around a very engorged and protruding clit.  She was making soft mewling sounds.  “Damn you, Flame, Oh!!”  she whimpered.  

Vine was staring at them with a degree of fascination, like a voyeur. She watched as spores of light sprayed from Flame’s body, but she wasn’t touching herself.  It was like she was outside the realm of influence of the mushroom making them feel such lustful things.  That or her very nature as being more Earth than Flame or Glamour, kept her immune. 

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The players revealed their perception numbers. The GM checked her notes.  “Okay so only the wizard rolled high enough to hear the sounds of whimpering and moaning off to the left of the path.  The very path that the barkeep told you to stay on no matter what.”

The other players looked at Pamela wondering how true to her Lawful Good character she was going to go. 

“Do I know what those moans are from?”

“Oh it sounds very erotic.  In fact, make a will save for me please”

There was a clatter of clacking on the wood table.  The GM glanced at the number.  “So, you are mind-affected. The sounds of the moaning are somehow beckoning you off the path you were told to stay on.”

“Can we tell that she’s under a spell?”

“Knowledge Arcana. And if you don't have that I will accept … Knowledge Planes or Knowledge Nature.”

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Flame was emitting embers and his skin going dark with shadow, as he watched Glamour’s hair glow with her own magic. The blonde nearly platinum with white light, of the joy she felt rubbing her body, reveling in the carnality of it, was so mundane, and so basic, so … divine … she glanced over at Vine. The dark skinned woman was staring as if watching something like a sunrise or a storm.  

As they were going at it, she had stripped the vine that wrapped around her body and thrown it up out of the ditch, sending her last bit of magic with it, to tie it to the first tree it could find and to hold strong.  Her magic nearly depleted, until the Sabbat hit and the villagers offered their sacrifices of bread and wine to the earth - for a bountiful harvest.  Until then she was on her own, only her wits left to her now.

Glamour started to wail her ecstasy as her pleasure mounted. Flame was doing the same. The phallic mushroom pulsed with power staying hard, and strong the more Flame fucked it.  It was as if he was feeding it. 

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“Okay, so the fighter rolled just high enough to know that if you touch the wizard while under the effects of some spells, it may spread to whoever touches her.”

“Can I knock her unconscious to get the spell’s effect to wear off?” the monk player asked. 

The GM tilted her head at the player, “Would you like to try and find out?”

The players glanced at each other.  “Y-Yes.”

“Roll your attack. What're you hitting her with?”

“My Staff.”

Once the monk bonked the wizard over the head - there was the sound of a loud, distant scream - prolonged and sustaining its sound as a fog drifted over the forest. And with that, as their spellcaster was now unconscious - the GM smiled. 

“Roll Initiative.”

“Against Fog?”

“Yes.”

And the GM chuckled softly.  The wizard player shook her head.  “Well, I’m going to go get some Lammas Bread, you two enjoy fighting a magical fog without your spellcaster.”

The other two players exchanged a look and gulped.  “Fuck…”