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Every Rose Has Its Thorn	By : wakfag123 Category: +S through Z > Wakfu Views: 3892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Every Rose Has Its' Thorn
- 1
Ruel’s stupid Enutrof ‘instincts’ have gotten them in trouble again. He had snatched that awful, gaudy trinket without a second thought and it just so happened to be valuable idol to the local Bwork tribe. Rather typical for an Enutrof, putting greed before need. It was annoying and even dangerous, but his skill and wisdom usually proved himself to be an asset rather than a liability. This was one of the times he didn’t. The Bworks surrounded them and herded them into a field of demonic roses, with tragic results. Amalia had been bitten and, in her own words, doomed to go insane or die. Ruel suggested seeking out an old friend of his, Nausea, a healer of some renown, who in turn suggested looking for a cure deep in the forest. Ruel and Yugo went to search for the cure while the others watched over Amalia. She proved to be more than a handful, despite her condition.

The link between a Sadida and her doll was nearly unbreakable, for better or for worse. Amalia’s doll has gone rogue and begun wreaking havoc on our heroes. Nausea has been incapacitated, Evangelyne has lost her bow, and Sadlygrove has lost his sword. Rather typical for a Iop, letting his intelligence, or lack thereof, be his downfall. It was stupid and inglorious, but if Evangelyne was feeling generous, she might say he broke even. Where they lost an advantage, the doll gained one; a new ally, Rubilax. Sadlygrove led a final, desperate charge before the possessed doll put him down with little difficulty and everything went dark.

Sadlygrove opened his eyes and found himself facing the thatched cottage roof. His body rested uncomfortably against the hard floorboards. He tried to get up but found himself tied down with thick green vines around his ankles and wrists, his arms stretched out like a crucified man. The rest of the room appeared to be in the same shape as he remembered it; complete disrepair. Nausea lay unconscious under piles of broken shelves, Evangelyne was a few feet to his left, unconscious, and Amalia wasn’t in her bed. Grovy didn’t think much of Amalia being out-of-place. Grovy not thinking isn’t entirely unexpected. “Eva,” he whispered loudly, trying to get her attention. “Eva,” he whispered again, a little bit louder. “Grovy, Grovy?” Amalia asked. She walked into his field of vision from above and sat down cross-legged beside his head. Her eyes were large pools of dull red, washing out any previous hint of normality. “Are you feeling alright?” he asked cautiously. “Never better,” she said, smiling deviously. She lifted his head and scooted forwards, putting his head back down in her lap. She slowly ran her fingers through his hair, the long red bristles brushing gently against her skin. He fidgeted nervously at her touch. “Well, uh, could you help me up?” he asked. “But the floor is so comfortable,” she said, moving her hand to his chest and stomach and rubbing gently. “Please?” he bargained. “No,” she stated.

She repositioned herself on top of him and pressed her body against his. Her chocolate skin was slick with feverish sweat. Her palms were flat on the ground near his head, as if to do push-ups, though she wasn’t intent on getting farther away from him. He turned his head to look at Eva and pressed his cheek to the ground, trying to get away. “Amalia, stop,” he pleaded. “Why? It’s not going to hurt,” she whispered into his ear. “What if someone sees us like this?” he reasoned. Amalia gasped in surprise and eagerly said, “What if they do?” She pressed her cheek against his, trapping his head against the floor, and began saying, “Eva,” the vowels hanging in the air in a sick sing-song voice, “E-vaaaa…” “It was a rhet—A reet—A—“ “’A rhetorical question’?” she finished. “Yeah,” he explained as best he could with his face pressed against the ground. Amalia’s hand glowed with a magical green light and a thick, green vine erupted from underneath the floorboards a moment later. The vine gripped Evangelyne by the ankle and lifted her into the air. “Put her down,” he warned. “Oh, but you were calling for her a just moment ago,” she complained. “Put her down,” he said, bucking angrily. Amalia pulled away to assess the situation. Sadlygrove’s face was completely serious. “Fine,” she said, “Have it your way.” The vine carried Evangelyne higher and let her drop.

“EVA!” he yelled, realizing too late what she meant. The vine caught her, inches from the ground. Amalia giggled quietly. Evangelyne’s eyes fluttered open. “Grovy?” she said, half awake, “Amalia?” Everything came into focus. “GROVY! AMALIA!” she screamed. “It’s not what it looks like,” Grovy assured. “Oh yes it is. Tell her, Grovy; tell her how much you like princesses.” “It’s not like that,” he said. “Love me like you love her,” Amalia said huskily. “It isn’t like that!” he moaned. “It isn’t?” Evangelyne asked, somewhat disappointed. “Well… Maybe it is, just a little, but at least I’m being honest, right?” Grovy said. “Um, yeah, at least there’s that,” Eva said nervously. “Enough talk,” Amalia stated, “Let’s get started.” She undid her short leafy skirt and cast it aside. She got up and sat back down on top of Sadlygrove, crossing her legs underneath his head, putting his face in her loins. Her pussy was wet, small streams of excess juices creeping down her thighs, and a small tuft of green fuzz crowned her womanhood. The warmth of her body surrounded him. The smell between her legs was sickly exotic, but Sadlygrove resisted. He closed his eyes tight and tried to block her out. Amalia wrestled with the stubborn Iop, trying to make him comply, but to no avail. “Come, ON!” she grunted, twisting and repositioning dem hips. The vines holding Sadlygrove tightened roughly, chafing and reddening his skin. “Hey! You said this wasn’t going to hurt!” Grovy complained. His breath teased her softly; she needed more. “Maybe not for you,” Amalia said. Evangelyne gasped as the vine holding her struck her thigh with a crack. “What are you doing to her?” Sadlygrove growled. “Don’t give in, Grovy,” Evangelyne pleaded tearfully, “Amalia, stop. Please.” She went completely ignored. The princess was intent on getting her prize.

A weak voice came out from a pile of rubble; “The poison causes a person’s emotions and impulses to bIock out everything else. I hadn’t considered it before, but…” Nausea hesitated, uncomfortable with what she had to say next, “But an orgasm might stave off the symptoms.” The awkward silence following was almost palpable. “Shut up!” Amalia yelled. Another vine burst through the wooden floor in a cloud of dirt and splinters and struck indiscriminately at the pile of rubble. The debris shifted and settled and was quiet once again. “I… I think we should take things a little more slowly,” Amalia said trying to unwrap herself from the Iop below. “Do it, Grovy!” Eva yelled. The order hit Grovy like a club, but he recovered. He opened his mouth wide and leaned his face into Amalia’s nether regions. He licked tentatively, slowly. “No, stop,” Amalia said, trying to keep her cool. Sadlygrove dug deeper. “Stop,” she said again, her legs tightening around him reflexively. His tongue fought her and slid inside. “Don’t,” she moaned. She tried to push him away, but he had nowhere to go. Her fists rained blows and she hit him where she could, but his thick skull held strong. Her resistances were slowly falling apart as he went, exploring the tastes and textures of his favorite Sadida dish. “Don’t, “ Amalia continued, “Don’t… Stop…” Amalia gave up and let the Iop take his course. She breathed deeper and faster as his tongue went deeper and faster. Amalia moaned louder and longer. She lost the ability to form words; her mind was clouded with pleasure and desire. She took one last gasp of air, gave one last scream of ecstasy, her body shook and went limp. The vine let Eva go, but she landed on her feet and hit the ground running. Eva tackled Amy, awkwardly tearing her away from Sadlygrove. Grovy tugged and pulled on the vines holding him down until they were loose enough for him to slip out.

Evangelyne held Amalia in her arms. “Amalia, are you alright?” Eva asked. “I… I feel funny, Eva,” Amalia whispered. Amalia’s eyes faded back and forth from her healthy expressive whites to the blank crimson. Evangelyne removed a glove with her teeth and began rubbing Amalia’s privates. Amalia’s eyes stabilized into healthy whiteness and took in what was happening to her. “Wha… What are you doing, Eva?” Amalia said. “It’s… It’s for your own good, princess,” Eva replied hesitantly. “Two might be a bit much, don’t you think?” Grovy questioned, wiping spit and other juices from his mouth. “It’s perfectly healthy,” Eva stated, “Now help me with this.” She continued rubbing, placing a single finger into Amalia’s small pink slit. Amalia was quiet, resigned to her fate, save for her slow, shuddering breaths. Sadlygrove laid down beside the two girls and pulled Amalia’s grassy tube top down to her waist. Grovy’s jaw went slack at the sight of her breasts and he eagerly grabbed for them. He squeezed and massaged the fleshy mounds like a child with a new toy. He pinched and pulled on Amalia’s nipples before taking one into his mouth and sucking. “You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Eva noted. He let the breast fall out of his mouth with a fleshy pop. “What’s wrong with that?” Grovy asked before snuggling his head against Amalia’s chest, “Maybe you’d rather be in Amalia’s position right now?” Evangelyne froze. “We’re doing this because we have to,” Eva said low. “You asked for my help, Evangelyne. In fact, I was the only one here reluctant to be in-between Amalia’s legs,” Sadlygrove retorted. “I think that just means you’re a tits man,” Eva teased. “If so, then you’re in luck, Eva,” Grovy teased back, “Maybe you’d like to see what you’re missing?” Grovy hooked his right arm around Amalia’s back while his left moved down into Amalia’s nether regions, pushing Eva away. Sadlygrove let his fingers take Eva’s place. Eva drew away somewhat surprised, but was brought back by the sight of Amalia’s bare, heaving chest. Eva began groping gently; they weren’t that different, she realized. Not that Eva had really taken the time to examine herself this closely, but the jiggling, doughy bags of tissue were simply intoxicating. She was oblivious to the world, exploring her friend’s body, completely entranced by her senses like she had staring too long at a waterfall. She needed more, she needed to be closer. She wrapped her lips around one of Amalia’s areolas and let her tongue slowly circle around the nipple. “You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Grovy noted. “Mmm,” Eva said in confirmation. “Are you sure you weren’t bitten too?” Grovy said deviously. “Pretty sure, but we wouldn’t want to take any chances, right?” Eva said going from one breast to the next. “Right,” Grovy said, “Let’s finish this up.” Sadlygrove moved his fingers faster, sliding in and out of Amalia like a piston. Evangelyne sucked on Amalia’s breasts and rubbed her swollen clitoris, her and Grovy’s fingers working in tandem. Amalia slowly built up another shuddering climax and fainted. “You can stop now, Eva,” Grovy said. “Hmm,” Eva said, taking her mouth away from Amalia’s bosom, “Right.”

Evangelyne dragged Amalia’s tube top back into decency, repositioned her leaf skirt, and tucked her back into bed. “Sweet dreams,” Eva said over her silent friend. “That just leaves you and me,” Grovy said, walking up behind her and placing his hands on her waist. “And Nausea,” Eva added. “I already checked on her,” Grovy continued, “She’s not hurt too bad, but she’s out cold. Just you and me.” “Until the Yugo and Ruel come back,” she added again. “Then let’s not waste time,” Grovy reasoned. His hands slid across her tender frame and massaged her large breasts through her black top. His grip was strong but reserved. “My hands and mouth are so tired after dealing with Amalia… Let’s just get to the good part,” Eva whispered, rubbing his thigh. Grovy turned away to let Eva strip down and to do so himself. “Ready?” she asked. He turned around to see Eva’s freckled body lying against the bed, her legs hanging over the edge and spread wide. “In Amalia’s bed?” Grovy asked. “I know, right? It’s just so… Dirty,” Eva admitted, “Let’s do it.” Grovy wasn’t about to make her ask twice. He pressed his knees to the side of the mattress and placed the head of his member against Eva’s womanhood. He slowly pressed forwards, tension building up to the moment he would slip inside. The moment came soon enough and they gasped in unison. “Keep going,” Eva whispered. He slowly pushed harder, his body aching for more. He went as deep as he could, pulled out, and went back in again and again and again, slowly building momentum. “Faster,” she moaned. She began flexing and bouncing along with him. Eva’s breasts jiggled with their rhythm. “Oh Cra,” she moaned, “You’re amazing.” She grabbed her large breasts and began rubbing vigorously. Grovy pushed her past her limit and she screamed in pleasure while he kept pumping away. He groaned and froze deep inside as he filled her with his warmth. He collapsed beside her on the bed, both of them panting slowly. Eva rolled over and held him tight.

…

“They’re in trouble!” Yugo shouted, “I just heard Evangelyne scream!” “I think we should give them a minute, Yugo” Ruel said. “But—“ Yugo began. “Please don’t make me explain, Yugo,” Ruel continued, “Just trust me on this. You trust me, right?”
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