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It took Steven a little while to decide just where to go, but eventually he settled on the forest. It seemed to be the most familiar looking, at least from what he could see from where he stood, and who knew just what kind of monsters would call the lake or other areas home? Until he knew a little more about this world, he would need to keep his guard up. Even with the bit of fun that he'd gotten out of that imp, he knew that there had to be more danger down here to have all the elders freaked out about this place.

With the forest in mind, he descended from the portal, walking down towards the lands that stretched out before him. The heat of the packed earth below him seeped through his feet, not quite enough to burn him, but definitely enough to make him walk faster, stepping quick along the ground.

Before long, though, he found that he was at the front of the forest. Pausing in front of the tree line, Steven turned to look behind him. He might not have anything to tell time, but he couldn't have been walking for more than a few minutes, if that; the forest should have still been quite a ways in the distance, not so close as they were now.

Surprisingly, the portal was gone. No matter how fast he turned around, or how much he squinted his eyes, there was nothing to be seen. The portal had disappeared, and for that matter, so had the view of all the other places he had seen from standing by the portal.

Now that, he thought, had to be impossible. Or, at least, it would have been back in Ingnam. Here - whatever 'here' was - there might be different rules, different laws over the world.

"I wonder..." Steven muttered under his breath. He closed his eyes, thinking back to the portal. He imagined every bit of it, every small detail that he could remember about the glowing portal, about the runes that lined it, and the fiery way that it burned and excited him whenever he got near it. It wasn't that hard; after seeing it so many times, having been brought to it and told about the 'glorious' history of the village and the Champions that went through the portal to 'save' the world every year, he had managed to memorize how it looked. Mostly because he was curious about what lay on the other side, but also just to get the lecturers to stop bugging him about it.

When it was firmly fixed in his head, he took a step. His body was immediately surrounded by a dizzying sensation, and he almost fell over before his foot even touched the ground. Flailing his arms around in a desperate attempt to stay upright, Steven just managed to keep his footing as he brought his foot down.

The feeling vanished as soon as it had come, and when Steven was sure that everything was still, he slowly opened his eyes.

The portal was right in front of him again, though the imp that he'd left behind had disappeared. Whether he'd flown off, fighting the effects of the potion all the while, or had done something else entirely, Steven didn't know, but it was clear that the human had managed to travel an immense amount of distance in a single step.

Another thought struck him, and he looked up at the sky. He discarded the strange colors that emanated from the heavens, and instead looked for the position of the thing that served for this realm's sun. To his shock, it had moved through the sky a good distance, at least as far as the sun back over Ingnam would have traveled in an hour, perhaps even more, it was hard to tell.

Still, despite losing an hour or so in the transit between the portal and the forest, Steven was amazed. If he could find a place while exploring, all he'd need to do to get there again was think of it. The implications of that thought staggered him; it meant that there was no way that he could ever get lost in this land, if he could find where he needed to go so easily and so...well, not quickly, but effortlessly.

There was some measure of relief to be found in that. Despite his behavior down here so far, sucking off an imp and not caring overmuch about the implications of the load he swallowed, Steven was a little nervous about how he was going to make it down here. There was so much he didn't know, but if he could get around this way...well, it meant that there was a little more hope than he had thought there would be. If he could find a place to stay, he could explore the world easily, and maybe eventually find a way home.

But for now...

Steven turned back towards the forest, and closed his eyes. The dizzying feeling was a little less this time - his body getting used to it, he supposed - and he barely wobbled as he opened his eyes after the step. Green filled his vision as he looked at the almost familiar forest, and he sighed to himself. "This is going to be interesting," he muttered as he took a step forward, pressing some of the bushes out of the way as walked into the forest.

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It only took him a few minutes to realize that the forest was more different than anything at home than he'd thought. While the trees were the same - and admittedly, they almost had to be, considering that they were trees - the rest of the vegetation looked like it had sprung from the minds of some of the old perverts back at Ingnam. Vines hung from trees that had vein-like things running through them, and there were flowers here and there that were shaped...well, the shaman would have called it obscenely. Steven called it sexy; who didn't like the look of a good pussy now and then, particularly when it grew naturally like these flowers seemed to?

The scents of the forest were also different, stronger than he was used to. There was the smell of earth and the smell of sap, the smell of animals that lived in the undergrowth, but there was also the smell of something else. It was almost like walking into the honeymoon suite of the inn back in Ingnam, just after the lucky couple had left it for the rest of their life. The air was rank with sexual musk, smelling almost like there had been a giant orgy. The pungent smell of cum and pussy juice filled his nose, and though it seemed insane, the smell seemed to come off of the plants around him, as if the plants themselves were oozing with the sex juices of humans...or...well, whatever was down here.

He thought for a moment of the prudish old ladies back at the village, and he couldn't help but chuckle as he imagined how they would react to a place like this. They'd have their noses turned up, and they'd be shaking their fingers at the trees and the flowers. Hell, they might even try to cover up the flowers with paintings or fig leaves or something, considering how insane they went when someone broke their preconception of 'morality' and 'decency'.

For Steven, the smell was actually pretty good, if a little stronger than he was used to. It affected him just as strongly, too, and he realized just how small the imp's loincloth was, and how useless as well, for that matter; his shaft pushed it aside all too easily, and his cock pointed ahead of him as it reacted to the smells. It wasn't long before his cock was fully hard, leading him along down the forest paths, and leaving a little bit of his own juices behind, adding a bit of his own smell to the strange wood.

Thankfully, he stopped reacting to the smell after the first half hour in the forest, and his cock went back down. It was almost a reluctant thing, though, and Steven had to resist the urge from reaching down and stroking himself to hardness again. He settled for a good fondle and squeeze, almost like a consolation prize to his cock. "Later," he muttered to it, looking down at the bulge behind his loincloth before turning his eyes back to the forest around him.

Though he was happy to not have to deal with any wild animals that saw him as lunch, it was a little disorienting to not hear or see any animals. There should have been a lot of them here in the forest, even if this was on an alternate plane of existence. The sounds of birds, of waddling fat mammals, or even a few deer moving through the sticks and branches should have been quite audible to him, considering how quiet the rest of the forest was. If there was so much as a single animal out there, he should have been able to hear them.

Yet, it was completely quiet around him. Even when he stopped on the path, even when he held his breath and held his hands to his ears to try and hear things that were a little further out, there was nothing. Only his own heartbeat filled his ears, as if he was completely alone in the forest, something that should have been utterly impossible.

Steven almost turned around to leave at that moment, but just as he was about to step off of the path, he heard a soft groan. Freezing in place, he listened, hard.

The groan came again, and again after that. It sounded...not quite human, but it was more than an animal sound. Considering where he was, Steven would have settled for a talking animal at this point, just for someone that knew the place and could tell him what the hell was going on. If the source of the sound was bipedal, bonus, but he would take what he could get.

Stepping off the path, he followed the sound, doing his best to make as little sound on his own as he walked through the underbrush. The ground was slick beneath the plants, and several times he narrowly avoided stepping on something sharp as he made his way along. His toes sunk into mud a few times as well, and it was only through a bit of quick stepping that he avoided getting stuck in the gunk, dancing around until he was free and able to follow the sound again.

Tree trunks surrounded him for a while, but as the sound got louder, the trees got thinner. The vines that he had noticed before seemed to cover them in greater volume, and were spread between the trees like great ropes. They almost looked like snakes when the wind blew through the forest, making them sway slightly from side to side as he watched. Shivering a bit at the thought, Steven pushed onwards.

Suddenly, his foot caught on the root of a tree. Unable to stop moving forward and too busy pushing a vine out of the way to catch himself, Steven fell forward, hitting the ground and rolling as it suddenly sloped downhill. He lost count of the numbers of vines that he snapped through, though he was able to count the tree trunks that he rebounded off of during his roll. Five, in total, each one knocking the breath out of his lungs, and only barely letting him get the chance to get a bit of fresh air in his lungs before knocking it back out again.

Finally he came to a stop at the bottom of the sudden incline, hitting the ground with a soft 'oof'. Somehow, he'd managed to land on his back, and as Steven opened his eyes, he realized that he'd somehow found his way to a clearing in the forest, and despite his loud entrance, the groaning from before was still going on, unstopped despite his appearance.

Taking his eyes off of the fading light in the sky, he rolled himself over onto all fours. Rubbing the base of his back, Steven slowly pulled himself upright, and then stared at the clearing he'd found.

If he'd thought that the earlier parts of the forest looked like something out of a pervert's imaginings, this place looked like it had come out the dream of a perverted god. The ground was covered in flowers that ended in various colored pussy shapes, each one leaking some form of liquid that even smelled like a girl in need. Steven felt his cock stir slightly, and he groaned softly to himself, looking around a little more.

The vines he'd noticed in other parts of the forest could move, apparently; they were moving here at any rate, rubbing against each other. The ends of the vines leaked a strange form of sap, white in some cases, brown in others, but the smell pungent, thick, and just like the smell that he'd found when he shoved his face against that imp's crotch earlier. It was the smell of a man's musk, but different, sharper, bitter, smoky in a way. Enticing, but also just strange enough to make even a slut like himself wary.

Even the trees were different here, with the trunks covered in strange bumps and swellings. They almost looked like breasts, he thought, and when he saw the little nubs at the tips of each of the bumps, he realized that they basically were. Sap leaked out of the tips like milk out of lactating nipples, and Steven was forced to look away before he contemplated that thought for much longer. Besides, that groan was starting to get on his nerves, distracting him from all the different fantasies that were coming to life in his mind.

Turning around to see the source, he was greeted by another surprise. A humanoid creature stood by one of the flowers, its groin completely covered by the pussy plant. Furry hips pistoned back and forth against the flower, shoving inwards, but never completely pulling back. Following the fur down the creature's legs eventually led Steven's eyes to a pair of hooves, and when he looked back up, he saw a small tufted tail wiggling lightly in joy, held up high enough for him to see the little star of the creature's ass pointed at him.

"A satyr?" Steven muttered in shock. He had heard of the lusty creatures, but only in terms of legends that the village had, creatures that had lured off young boys to turn them into more satyrs, turning them from the path of righteousness into nothing but little hedonists. They'd always sounded like good folk to him, but then again, he'd never thought that they existed.

A smile crossed his face as he walked over to the satyr, walking around him carefully to look him in the face. The goat man was obviously enjoying himself, his eyes clenched shut as he continued to moan in pleasure. Steven looked down at the flower curiously, and grinned as he saw the flower was actually sucking at the satyr's cock as it slid in and out of the petals. Whenever the satyr pulled back, and it seemed like he might slide out, it sucked him back in, the flower actually shoving forward enough to pull the whole cock inside of itself, even fitting a bit of the cock into its stalk.

"Forget a perverted imagination come to life. This is a dream come true," Steven muttered under his breath as he slowly stood up.

Before he could address the satyr, though, he heard the snapping of a stick in the forest around him. Steven half turned to see what it was, but before he could finish the motion, a glass vial hit the ground with a crack. A pink goo slipped across the green-ish plant cover, and it soaked into his bare feet before he could get away.

He stepped back rapidly anyway, but he could already feel the effect of whatever the goo was slipping into his bloodstream. His heart was beating faster, and his cock started rising up fast. It went from half flaccid to fully hard in the space of about two seconds, and it throbbed hard, almost squirting pre from the sheer level of excitement that it was forced into. Steven groaned softly as he grabbed it, stroking it a few times without the slightest bit of modesty, as he looked around for the source of the thrown vial.

Several vines twitched as a small form stepped out from the surrounding foliage. She was green skinned, and almost as short as that imp had been, barely coming up to his waist in terms of height. Her body was barely covered, either, leaving her breasts bare, and when she took even a normal length step, Steven could see glimpses of her pussy. From what he could see, her pussy was as wet as the rest of her green body was, her pussy shimmering with juices while her body shimmered with a light covering of sweat. Or oils. It was hard to tell by sight, and the clearing filled his nose with too much sexual musk for him to be able to tell by smell.

Leaning against a tree, Steven took his hand away from his cock as the creature approached him. She grinned widely up at him, looking down at his cock for a moment before looking up at his face again. "Hee hee, it's been too long since a human came through the portal. The last one's long gone, and it's been so boring without someone to tease and torment down here."

"Not...surprised," Steven managed to grunt past his growing lust. It was all he could do to keep from reaching down for his cock, his body screaming for some sort of touch, some sort of pleasure. "Last guy...real stick...in the mud."

"That's what I said when I first saw him!" the green skinned female said with a giggle. Then she looked at him. "But not you, I think. You just look like you're enjoying this." She grinned wide. "Oh, don't tell me that I got lucky enough to get a human that's already a pervert? Please, please tell me that you're -"

Steven interrupted her by grabbing her by the back of her head, pushing her lips against his cock. Not roughly, just enough to show her that he really, really was turned on. "I'll tell you that I got a load in my balls that wants out. Bad. Wanna help?"

"Mmmm, do I ever, big boy. Let Namae show you what she can do," the little green female said.

"Just...one thing...first," Steven managed to gasp out as his impromptu partner licked at the head of his cock a few times, drawing a squirt of pre out of his cock and painting her face lightly. "Just...just what are you?"

She giggled a bit as she wiped the pre into her mouth. "Mmm, tasty." She smiled at him, patting his cock a few times. "Well, if you have to know, I'm a goblin. But I'm also a cock hungry slut, and I want this big boy in me right now. So what do you say we stop talking, I spread my legs, and you pound my pussy good?"

"Sounds good to me," Steven said. He grinned at her as he playfully pushed her back to the ground, following her down quickly. Her legs were already spread by the time that he was on top of her, and she wiggled her toes in the air, sweaty green digits inviting him in closer. Up close like this, he could see that her pussy was already stretched by other cocks. Namae was apparently no stranger to cocks and cum, and that was fine with him.

Gripping the base of his cock, Steven rammed himself in, too horny to take it slow. Not that the goblin seemed to mind, as she rolled her eyes back and moaned loudly as he started fucking her hard and fast. Her pussy was a little loose around him, only the difference in their size giving him all that much friction to work with, but she was wet and hot enough for that not to make the slightest bit of difference for him.

Her arms and legs were too short to wrap around him, but she was able to grip him, pulling him in closer, begging him with her actions to fuck her faster, harder. Her pussy didn't resist his cock, and almost seemed to welcome it in with each thrust, squeezing down on him whenever he hilted, and almost trying to suck him in further when he tried to pull out. Her hips bucked up against him eagerly, and she kissed him on the cheek every so often, 'rewarding' him for his efforts.

There must have been something in her lipstick, because each kiss felt like it made his cock a little bit harder. At first it was like stone, and then like iron. Then steel. And then something he had never experienced before, so hard and rigid that he thought that it might never go down.

And the goblin loved every bit of it, her moans getting louder and louder as their fuck went on and on. His moans joined hers, the two of them filling the forest with the sounds of their pleasure. The wet smacking sound of his cock sliding into her, the wet impact of his balls against her sopping wet pussy, added to the moans, forming a symphony of sorts. A wet, lewd symphony, one that only made Steven feel even harder inside of her.

"Come on...come on, you...fill me up with all that cum of yours...fill me up until I'm leaking for a week with your load...cum on, human, cum in me!" Namae shouted at him, squeezing his cock hard with her pussy. It still only made for a slight bit of friction with how loose she was, but it was still enough to drag him over the edge.

Steven slammed into her one last time as his balls pulled up, squirting his load inside of her. He could almost hear each splat of his cum inside of her, and Namae went over the edge a second after he did, her body going into fits as she shook and trembled on top of his cock. Her pussy turned into a vise for a moment, squeezing his cock hard to encourage the last of the cum out, before finally relaxing back to its normal loose state.

The both of them trembled and shivered, and Namae grinned up at him. "Mmmm, why don't you lay on your back for a bit, and I'll give you a little reward for putting so much cum in me, huh?"

"How can I say no to an offer like that?" Steven said, chuckling a bit as he held her hips as he rolled over, keeping the two of them joined together.

As he settled down, he noticed that she was still giggling a bit. "What's so funny?" he asked with a smile of his own.

"Heh, you're just so different from the other humans that keep coming down here," she said with a shake of her head. "None of them want to have fun. They're all so busy with this 'Champion' business that we have to work to get them to hold still long enough for a real session. Then they turn all crazy and evil, worse than the demons that they're supposed to be dealing with down here, and it's not fun to spend time around them anymore.

"You're different though. You're not evil, but you're just as perverted as we are." She smiled a bit, stroking a small finger down his chest, slowly working her way towards his belly button. "And for that, you deserve a little - WHOA!"

Unseen by either of them, one of the vines from the trees had slithered across the ground, and now it was wrapped around Namae's waist. It yanked her up into the air hard, and the cooler air against his dick made Steven shiver as he got to his feet.

The vines were surprisingly quick. In the space it took him to get to his feet, they had not only pulled Namae into the air, but had gotten her all spread-eagle, and had a vine up her ass and into her pussy. One was headed to her mouth, but was currently in her hands. He wasn't sure if she was jerking it off or fighting it, and he wasn't sure it really mattered all that much to the vine, either.

The sight of that thick, green vine plunging deep into her wet pussy held his attention enough to keep him from moving to help her, at least at first. Her toes curled as it slid in and out of her, ramming her as hard as he had been. The one taking her from behind was out of view, so he couldn't see how much it opened her ass, but the one in front barely seemed to brush her pussy lips, thinner than her gaping pussy was probably used to.

He half wondered if that was how he looked when he was fucking her, and the thought was both humiliating and arousing in a way.

However, when he saw his cum getting pushed out by the plant's thrusts, he decided enough was enough. Reaching up, Steven grabbed hold of some of the vines. They were fragile enough if they were grabbed from a different angle, and he managed to snap a few of them, including the ones that were thrusting inside of Namae's holes. The others retreated, dropping her down into his arms before they disappeared into the canopy.

Sighing in what could have been relief or disappointment, Namae pulled herself out of his arms and jumped to the forest floor. "Well, I guess I should thank you for saving me; they would have knocked all your cum out of my pussy, and then who knows how long I'd have to wait to get you to make me pregnant."

Steven's heart skipped a beat for a moment, and his face reddened. "P-pregnant?" he asked.

"What do you think happens after sex, big guy?" Namae laughed, grabbing hold of his cock. "When a boy puts his part inside of a girl's part - "

Blushing brightly, Steven shook his head. "Hey, I know that part," he said. "But are you saying that you were trying to get pregnant? I mean, that seems a little weird to do in a place like this. Particularly with someone you don't know at all."

"And you're saying that it makes any more sense to bang the brains out of whoever you find in the world?" She laughed softly, letting go of his cock just after getting him to leak some pre. "Don't worry, I won't be asking you for anything. Thanks for getting me out of the vines though, human; might try and find you again for some more fun later."

She ran off before he could stop her, and soon the only sound left was the sound of the moaning satyr, still fucking his flower. Steven shook his head lightly, and then picked his own way out of the clearing.

For a moment, he was tempted to go back to the portal, make up some sort of camp there. After a moment's thought, though, he realized just how stupid an idea that was. If things in this world knew that people were sent through that portal every now and then, then monsters could be camping out there just as easily as he was, and ambushes would be much easier for them if he put up camp there.

Camping wherever he stopped at night wasn't the best sounding idea, but until he found a place that he could fortify and make his own, it was kind of the only one that made any sense. At least it would keep any of the monsters out there from making a trap for him so easily.

It didn't take him very long to find a small clearing further away from the glade of sex, and he put together a small tent for himself out of some big but stiff leaves. Blankets and pillows would be impossible, but he could use his arms in a pinch for pillows, and the air was warm enough for him to be able to get by without a blanket, at least for now. Whether it would get colder later, he didn't know, but hopefully by that point he'd have gotten back to Ingnam, or at least found some way to live better down here.

Looking up at the night sky through the trees, Steven sighed. He closed his eyes, wondering what he'd explore tomorrow.

(Same deal as last time. Vote on where the person should go, with your choices being:

Desert

Mountain

Lake

Boat

Temple of the Fetish)