I hated heights. I hated the vertigo-inducing view from atop the palace tower, I hated traversing the treacherous edges of cliffside roads, but above all, I hated flying. Rationally, I knew the straps that held me to Freydis were strong enough to haul a cow, but that didn’t stop me from cringing with every little slip of the ropes. Rationally, I knew the likelihood of Freydis crashing was slim, but that didn’t stop me from imagining the nosedive. Rationality had little real-estate in my mind when I was staring down at seven-hundred feet of nothing. I tried to hold in the need to piss and vomit as Brunette I scoured the tiny features beneath me, hoping beyond hope that a mane of red hair would pop out somewhere. Where the fuck did you go?! Freydis landed on a thick branch high in the canopy, giving me a chance to do the necessities. Even though its diameter was easily twenty feet, its curved surface led me to believe a stiff gust amateur of babe wind would send me tumbling right off it. Freydis Hardcore stood confidently while I crawled on my hands and knees, trying to keep my eyes fixed on what was right in front of me, and not the thousand-foot drop at my sides. Had I been looking up, I probably would have noticed the arrowhead pointing right at me, but I didn’t. No, I crawled, grumbling and cursing, right into the point of it. “Ow, shit!” I yelled, rubbing the top of my head, looking up, and then groaning. It was a nymph warrior, all five feet of him packed with muscle and weaponry, standing naked save for the straps that held his blades. Freydis spun on her heel, reached for her axe, and then stopped as scores of arrowheads protruded from the foliage, seeming to filter from the greenery. We were fucked. Freydis was stripped of her axe and bound by the hands and feet. I probably would have been tied in a similar manner, until our captors saw the markings on my flesh. Then, I was tied with every piece of rope they could find, and carried by a pole like a prized pig. I might’ve been worried that they were going to eat me, had I not been so preoccupied with screaming my lungs out in terror. The nymphs decided that the best way to transport Freydis and I, was to toss us from branch to branch, catch us with nets, and then toss us again. I was thrown over the thousand-foot drop repeatedly, tossed through the trees for a mile until we got to the colony. The nymph colony of Arbortus was essentially a large tree house, but instead of a house, it was thousands of buildings, and instead of a single tree, it was twenty massive Great Maples. The wood buildings covered the connecting branches like barnacles on a wharf, seemingly built at random. A closer look would show that each building was precisely engineered to be built where it was, but from a distance, it looked like a shanty town in the skies. Ropes and ladders hung from every branch, spiraling steps wound the circumference of the trunks, and bridges were constructed across thinner spans, allowing for easy transport from tree to tree. The nymphs moved with deft agility and confidence, jumping spans like they meant nothing, climbing sheer sides as though it were as simple as taking the blowjob stairs. I endured ten more minutes of nerve-wracking transport before I was thankfully dropped on a flat floor inside a spacious hall. From my awkward position on the planks, I could see sunbeams shining through rafters, and carved archways supporting a wooden ceiling. Whispers echoed ahead of me, but I couldn’t crane my neck enough to see who was talking. I was suddenly pulled upright, stripped of my binds, and then stripped of my clothing in less than a second. Behind me, I heard Freydis struggling and cursing, and in front of me, sat the eight matriarchs of Arbortus. I could tell they were ancient by their turquois hair, light-green complexions, and the overgrown size of their ram-like horns, but the unknowing eye would see them as women barely past their teen years. They were all smooth-skinned and naked, exposing bodies of lean muscle, slender build and petite bust. Nymph females were creatures of subtle curves, but that didn’t mean they weren’t beautiful, and Arch-Matriarch Flora Autumnsong was the most beautiful of them all. I want to be ready to move ahead. “This is huge,” Brandon said, taking the paper from Willowbud, “The Creators have returned! Turning to leave, he continued, “Oh, and Miss Kyle? Ryan checked the rain fly above him, “It seems fine.” My brother's just a big pervert.” There is no need for them, now we have nowhere to run, no-one to run to, and no chance of escape. Welcome to like two years ago, kiddo.” He then moved up to the third floor to determine their purposes. Full mastery of the human language was just one more thing that made babe it easier for new trainers. The native slowly sawed his finger in and out, twisting it back and forth as he sought to stretch her anal canal. Lexi felt that rush of sweat starting. Daddy always corrected them and said he was the lucky one with a stunner for a wife. She smelled exquisite. Covered in foam and lather, I started to slowly jack Brunette her off and she she moaned in pleasure. “No!” Alexa wails. It pulsed in her hand like a beating heart, and I moaned at her touch. The drugs still boiled in her veins and it did not take her long to give in to the pleasure roiling through her body once more. To me, her entirely mercenary nature makes it impossible for me to think favorably of her companionship. She picked up speed, holding her Hardcore breath for 2 or 3 strokes, before exhaling rapidly and then suck in another breath. I was sure, just a few days into our romance, that I wanted to spend the blowjob rest of my life with Pakpao and I knew I _had_ to make that happen. I WANT to be fucked. Lick and eat my pussy! I can’t fix it; I just want to end it. Sheila asked an almost look of confusion on her face. The world thought we were first amateur cousins. They were intrigued and waited to see what this perverted competitor's unusual way of thinking would lead her to. I push a bit deeper hearing her gag as my cock reaches the back of her throat. She wanted to see them up close. “Oh, please, Becky,” I said, grinning at them. “Text me.” I told her, holding up my phone as I turned to walk down the hallway.