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Having now met with some success, the Toucan and the Roc headed deeper into the forest. The two birds were a little under-equipped, both having been stripped of any clothing by their previous encounters, but despite feeling a little exposed they suffered no ill effects from their lack of armour.

It was a couple of hours later, after some grinding against low-tier enemies that the pair came to a clearing on the edge of a wide lake.

"Finally, something different. I was beginning to think that all this forest had to offer us was Shamblers and root vegetables," Syndel the Roc said. The bird was a little scrawny, but then all low-level adventurers were. He had fashioned himself a wooden spear from a fallen branch, which had served him well thus far.

Serule, on the other hand, wielded a wooden staff. Whilst the forest wasn't particularly bountiful in terms of loot thus far, it didn't take much to focus the powers of an apprentice wizard. It would do for now. "Maybe we can take a rest," the Toucan said. "Regain some MP, study some lore. I wonder when we get to level up?"

"Beats me," Syndel said. "Oh hey, look," he pointed along the edge of the lake shore. "There's some ruins. Maybe there's something in there... Maybe even a dungeon!"

Sure enough, some old, moss-covered ruins were visible a short way away - old pillars and walls crumbled away by the passage of time and the creep of nature.

"Onwards, then," Serule said.

When the two arrived at the ruins Syndel was the first to step inside, though there wasn't much _inside_to speak of, the roof having long-since rotted and collapsed. All in all the ruins only extended a couple of rooms, all of them left open to the elements. The last room, however, had a pedestal miraculously untouched, where a book hovered gently.

"Oooo you're gonna like this, Serule," said Syndel.

Serule came around just as Syndel was reaching out. "Wait! It might be trapped!"

But by the time he had yelled out his warning the Roc was already thumbing through the pages. "Doesn't feel very trapped to me," he said, chuckling. "Looks like a lore book, maybe. Could be worth some XP?"

Serule snatched the book away. "You'd think you'd be more careful with the traps we've already fallen into,"

"That was ages ago," Syndel said, but he was a little hurt. "Eh, it's boring anyway. You can read it. I'm gonna go check out the lake."

Serule nodded. "Right," he said, turning to the book. "Give me your secrets."

The book, it turned out, was indeed a lore book, and sadly not particularly magical in nature. There were no spells or recipes to speak of, but instead the story of the shrine - an ancient shrine to gods of virility. It was said that all of the nature of the forest came from this area, and, most importantly the lake. The book details a ritual whereby the people who had built this shrine long ago would drink of the lake's water, and be blessed with long, satisfying love affairs, in festivals that could continue for days. There were even, Serule noted with a bit of amusement and embarrassment, some rather graphical depictions of exactly what kind of love affairs they were talking about.

As his mind came back to the current moment, Serule's gave a gasp of realisation. "Wait, shit..."

He dashed out of the shrine to find Syndel by the waterside, filling a jug with water.

"Oh, thank gods, you haven't drunk it yet. Don't drink the water!" Serule said.

Syndel was startled. "W-what? It's fresh water."

"Just trust me. This isn't any ordinary lake," Serule said.

"Oh... How... How bad can it be?" Syndel said.

Serule walked up closer, taking the canteen and examining it. "I'm not sure yet. There was some ancient ritual described in that book. I need to read some more of it, but until we do we shouldn't drink any of the water."

"R-ritual, huh," Syndel said. He was breathing a little unsteadily, but Serule was a bit too preoccupied to notice. "It wouldn't be the sort of ritual that's just really... Really good at quenching thirst, would it?"

"No - it looks quite dangerous in fact."

"Dangerous..."

"Yes, if not for you, then for those around you. If the book is to believed it leads to a strange sort of... Well, frenzy."

"F... Renzy..."

"Yeah, like it says people who drink the water get a strange sort of glazed expression over their eyes," he looked up at Syndel, "Yeah, just like that, then they start getting sort of aggressive, as their mind slows down and they can't control their urges any more."

"Ur... ges," Syndel said.

"Until they just start talking in single syllables and start looking at all of their companions in a hungry way and I... should really start running now, shouldn't I?" Serule said.

Syndel pounced forwards towards the Toucan, Serule deftly dodging away, getting a little lucky in the process as the bigger bird scrabbles to gain footing on the rocks on the lakeside.

The Toucan back-peddles, almost tripping as he tries to gain some distance. "Oh this ain't good at all."

The Roc straightens up, and between his legs for the first time the Toucan gets a good look at just what the water had done to his companion. Syndel was huffing like he had been working out, the veins on his arms and legs pulsing, but more visibly, also the veins on his member, which had surged free of it's sheath and was dangling in the wind. Normally, his member was thin and sleek, but the influence of the water had made it swell, still retaining a little of that taper but with noticeable bumps and ridges that weren't there previously. Then, at the base, he had the beginnings of an almost canine knot - a shape quite unfamiliar to the Roc himself.

Syndel lurched forwards and Serule turned and ran. As he picked up pace, so too did Syndel, his claws clacking on the ground. Serule feinted left towards the shrine, then ducked right, feeling the broad wing of the taller bird sweep over his head, then he spotted his staff - he had left it by a tree just outside the shrine. He darted forwards away from the Roc, diving down on to the ground and stretching out for his staff.

Whereupon he was immediately betrayed seemingly by the earth itself. The roots of the tree, which had seemed completely static, suddenly sprang to life, the smaller roots whipping down across the Toucan's wrists and pinning them to the ground, almost as if to say "No!"

The Toucan straightened a little, lifting his belly off the ground and rising to his knees, giving a sharp tug, trying to free his hands, but as they moved the tree just bound them tighter together, until they were locked together. "Oh, nuts," Serule said, glancing back over his shoulder.

The bigger bird was moving forwards. "Mmm, can't resist... Just a little... Just need it so bad," he said, his eyes fixed upon that Toucan rump, so helpfully lifted above the ground.

The next thing Serule knew that thick Roc cock had been planted between his cheeks, the Roc slipping to his knees behind the Toucan, lining himself up with that pretty Toucan tail-hole.

"Snap out of it!" Serule said, though he suspect it would be of little use. He shivered as the heavy Roc rolled forwards, his tip pushing those tail feathers up and to the side as he grinds against the Toucan's rear. It was hard to believe just how much the Roc had grown in such a small period of time. "Just how much of that water did you have?!"

"Just... Ah... A little," the Roc groaned, his wings gripping the Toucan's hips as he flexed his member, that thick rod of a tool slapping down against the Toucan's exposed pucker.

"If you don't snap out of this right now I swear to- Fffuuu-!" Serule said, as that tip suddenly pushed forwards against his pucker, his ass giving way to the lusty bird behind him. It felt slightly slimey, as if that cock had been coated in gooey lube - that was something he hadn't read in the book. Could it be the water had affected even the secretions of Syndel's skin? His thoughts were broken as the Roc gave a firm push from behind, and he feels that cock slide deeper into him, pushing past his prostate, the firmness of that mass rubbing against his pleasure button causing an instant reaction from his own body, as his own cock springs free from it's sheath. "T-traitor," he says, half to his cock and half to the big bird behind him.

Syndel, groaned out. It had only been minutes since he had drunk the water, but it had felt like hours, holding himself back. His cock felt like it was glowing in pleasure as he felt Serule's tightness and warmth, tempting him deeper. He watched with delight as that tail-hole accepted his cock with ease, like it was made for this. It certainly felt like it was. He tenses his member and feels it roll upwards against the Toucan's walls, before slapping back down against that slight bump that signalled the Toucan's prostate. He purred as he rolled his hips a few times, unevenly thrusting into the Toucan, pushing that little button as much as he could, loving the way it felt against his sensitive shaft.

Serule whined. It was almost like the bird was trying to tease him - this wasn't just being taken by someone who was programmed to use him, it was being taunted by someone who wanted him to enjoy it too. It would be so easy to give in, he thought, his legs quivering as he feels another inch slip inside and give him a wonderfully full, warm feeling, his cock slapping up against his belly as he tenses almost against his will, then, in the next thrust, he starts dribbling pre from his tip as his prostate is squeezed again.

Syndel doesn't take much more time to work himself into a rhythm, slow, lustful and powerful. Inches of his cock disappeared into that tight Toucan tail-hole over and over again. He starts working his way deeper, his cock feeling like it had more length than before - and certainly more thickness. He was reaching into parts of the Toucan he could barely imagine, each thrust of his hips enveloping more of his tender, sensitive cock in the warm, wet walls of the Toucan.

Before long he had bottomed out, his hips causing that knot - now fully swollen to at least double the diameter of the rest of his cock - to grind against the Toucan's rear on every thrust. Serule found himself tensing, his tail-feathers flicking high up into the air on every thrust, unable to keep himself from moaning. He would have slipped away just from the force of those pushes but those roots at his wrists kept him held tight, and with nowhere to go that member just kept on pressing deeper, until he could feel it in his diaphragm, making him pant even harder. By now the forest floor was damp from his pre.

It was almost a relief when the Roc finally came, each grind bringing him closer to that release, and with that knot still not quite pushed inside his cock finally gave a release, a suddenly swiftness in Syndel's breathing, followed by a few rapid twitches of his cock, then full bodied throbs from that enlarged member, accompanied by his lustful trilling groans.

Serule felt the Roc's climax before he heard it, a noticeable surge in size as the cock in his rump throbbed and big globs of cum passed through his tail-hole, surging up through that member and fountaining out within him. He felt that warmth spreading through him, and he went cross-eyed as his belly flooded with cum. Then he blinked. "Warning! Intelligence reduced!" a status notification blinked up. He glanced at it, and then he felt it. He felt slower in his mind. Then another throb granted him another thick blob of virile Roc-cum, again, a notification "Warning! Intelligence reduced." That, he thought, was very bad.

"C-come on, Syn. You've had your f-fun" he was almost cut off as the Roc behind gave another firm thrust accompanied by another load of rich cum, and another notification popping up.

Then the Roc finally paused, his heavy panting filling the air as he pulled back almost all the way to the tip.

"G-great..." Serule began, "Now help me out of th-Fuuuuu-"

The Roc surged forwards once more, groaning as it was like a switch flicking in his brain. Sure he'd just cum, but why shouldn't he cum again. His cock, which had barely begun to softened, twitched into life once more, and he pushed himself all the way to the knot again, beginning a series of more rapid, even thrusts. This time, it felt like he was simply pursuing his own lust.

Serule could only swear as he felt that cock push back into him deeply, that knot bashing roughly against his feathery hole. The cum which had been pumped in was being pushed deeper into his body, and he felt that warmth spreading around his abdomen, accompanied by the feeling of his own cock straining. He risked a glance down. It looked like his own member was growing thicker. It didn't quite form a knot, but some residual lust from the water was being transferred right into him. He gave a twitch and his cock spurted a jet of pre which hit him square in the beak, and leaving a nice sticky line from beak to belly, dripping back down on to the forest floor.

It was then the bird's thrusts became too much for that little Toucan tail-hole to handle, and all at once, with an eye-watering jolt of mass that knot was inside of him, Serule's tail-hole closing tight around it as he reflexively squeezed, gasping as he could feel every inch of that member pressing against his walls.

Then the Roc pulled back, and, despite the Toucan tensing, that knot popped free with a wet squelching sound that filled the air. The Toucan's body quivered from tail-hole to tip, as the Roc pulled out half way, then surged back inside, that knot battering it's way past that tail-hole making him shudder, then pulled out once again, another lewd pop filling the air.

The Toucan could barely think as for a third time that knot pushed back inside of him, this time to stay as, despite a pull from the Roc behind, straining his hole, he keeps it locked inside. That squeeze, however, was enough to send the Roc over the edge again, as another flood of cum pulsed into that already messy tail-hole - squirting out with even greater volume than before, accompanied by more satisfied trilling of the Roc.

The sensation was all too much, and as the Roc's knot settled back against the Toucan's prostate he felt himself being pushed over the edge as well, his cock flicking up against his will as he shot his own load out across the forest floor, painting the roots white with strand after strand of Toucan cum. His orgasms seems to last a long time, each heavy throb throwing out another rope of glittering white cum. He barely notices as another three "Warning! Intelligence reduced" notifications pop up, so lost in the sensation. Ten throbs later his cock finally settles, as does the thick member buried in his ass. He looks up to see the roots retract, apparently satiated by the offering of the cum dribbling all over them. He reaches forwards carefully, his legs quivering, wrapping his fingers delicately around his staff.

"Okay, let's get me out of here," Serule says unsteadily. "Let's see now..." he says searching his mind for his spells.

The Toucan's face falls. Every single one of them required more intelligence than he had remaining. He simply couldn't form the words or the thoughts in his head. Instead, he hangs dumbly from the Roc's member, pondering what to do as a heavy afterglow clouds his mind, and his tail-hole dribbles cum on to the ground below. Suddenly he feels himself being hefted up, that knot impaling him keeping him rigidly held on the Roc's member as he straightens up.

Syndel groans his messy satisfaction. His cock tingles in the belly of his companion, each twist and turn sending shots of pleasure through his intense afterglow. He wraps a wing around the messy Toucan, lifting him up as he straightens with surprising strength. He carries the Toucan, step by careful step over to the lake and sits down, aware that each step caused a grunting groan to come from the well-stuffed bird in his arms. They look out upon the lake together. "Mmmf... Think I love lake," The Roc says dumbly.

"Wonda... Wonda when it wears off," Serule said, after a few gasping breathes.

The pair sit spread legged, as many had in ancient times, their balls, cocks, and bellies exposed to the gods of the lake, an ancient ritual fulfilled, albeit a little bit amateurishly, and messily. Would the gods look with favour on this? Only time would tell.