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The hum of the myconid colony is soft, mostly overrun by the sound of running water from somewhere within the cave walls. They had insisted on providing safe shelter for you and your companions for the night, after you had killed Nere. Though the colony was odd, they were certainly fine hosts. Not only had they offered you and your party a campsite away from potential threats (you shudder to think what might happen if you were ambushed by a bulette while trying to get some rest), but had also provided clean water and food, including some surprisingly rare goods from the surface. It was a much needed respite from all that the Underdark had to offer.
You sit just outside that campsite, balanced on the edge of a cliffside overlooking the Underdark. Everyone else had gone to bed, not to waste the good thing the colony had given, but you chose to stay awake for a moment, alone. Though it was admittedly dangerous, it truly was beautiful, the Underdark. Small mushrooms light the way down the cliff in soft greens and blues, brightening the darkness. Their light reflects off the crystals embedded in the walls, creating shimmering patterns that dance along the stone. Far down below, water flows outwards in a river, where larger crystals of pink and purple illuminate the dark currents. It was breathtaking, in so many ways.
In some ways, it reminds you of your hosts, and their leader, Sovereign Spaw. The myconids, much like their home, are a particular sort of beautiful. It would be a lie to say that their home, with its colors and liveliness, didn’t bring you some comfort when you first discovered it. But of the various creatures of the Underdark, Spaw himself is a particular marvel, glowing with the most vibrant purples and pinks, streaked through by hints of teal and white. Even among the myconids, he's quite impressive.
((Peace-Bringer. I hear you.))
A voice penetrates your mind, humming pleasantly, the distinctive tone of the sovereign. You hadn't realized that you were still within range of the colony. Still, glancing around, you can occasionally see the rapport spores floating through the air, explaining how he heard you. There's also something else, some kind of purple spore that glows softly in the darkness. Despite spending much time around the myconids in the last few days, you hadn't seen a spore like that, though you had seen many others.
((Come to me.))
He is short with his words, as expected, though there's nothing menacing in his tone. Perhaps he seeks your company tonight. Do myconids sleep? You weren’t sure. After one last look at the landscape, you stand from your position on the rocky edge to turn towards the path to the grotto.
The air gets thicker as you approach the entrance; the purple spores doubling in number. They flow from the grotto as a cloudy haze. It's impossible to avoid breathing them in as you enter the grotto, their sweet scent almost causing you to sneeze. You feel a slight rush as you step through the cloud of spores, your heart quickening, not unlike the energizing spores Sovereign Spaw had gifted you previously. As the feeling settles, you notice that it’s made you feel a bit warm, almost like you’re standing in the sun. It’s an odd sensation, but not any odder than any of the other spores you’ve consumed.
The myconids hum pleasantly at your arrival, and you feel yourself relaxing at their song. You acknowledge them as you enter, and some wave back. All of the humanoid traders that are usually around have either left for the surface or have taken to their camps for the night. One myconid helps you up as you climb onto the large mushroom platform Sovereign Spaw stands upon. He is alone, without his usual mushroomed companions, and turns to face you as you arrive. Seeing him is almost dream-like, his colors brighter than you remember. You feel as though you are drifting through the space towards him, until suddenly he towers over you. You hadn't really noticed large myconids are, until now.
((I know you.))
He hums, and then images flash in your mind. A gentle caress, the softness of flesh, and then the harmony of the circle. It sends a pleasant shiver down your spine. The images are filled with those purple spores, dancing. You're still breathing them in, even now, though at some point you stopped paying attention to them. The song of the circle gets louder, and you relax into their melody.
((I know of your desires. True desires.))
The voice says, above the song of the circle. It is powerful enough to make you shiver. As Spaw stands above you, you realize that he is the source of those spores. He moves, and they linger in the air around him, floating away like stars in the night sky. Heat flashes through you, and your breathing gets heavier as you watch the sovereign. The sensation of the spores is getting harder to ignore, and you can feel your mind getting distracted.
((Let us show you. One night. Bliss.))
You do not need to speak, as your thoughts betray you. Spaw lowers himself to be closer to you, staring into your eyes. Purple spores flow off of him, filling the air around you. It's dizzying, intoxicating even. As he watches you, he speaks into your mind again.
((They are spores of melding. Our greatest tradition. Breathe deep.))
You take a deep breath. As you slowly take in more of the spores, you find yourself listening to the pleasant song of the circle, almost taken aback by its sound. The only word to describe it would be blissful. As you listen and breath in the spores, it is as if you can feel so much more, the sensation of the ground against you and the cool air on your skin. You realize slowly that you've begun taking off your clothes, your body and mind now sharing in the circle’s desires. There was no reason for clothing, as they serve no purpose in the melding. Sovereign Spaw watches you, eyeing your body as you reveal more and more of it. The circle's hum gets louder as you throw off the last of your garments, almost excited in tone.
And suddenly, his hands are on you. You were so distracted by the sensation of the spores that you hadn't noticed Spaw begin to trail his hands across your body. He's careful to ensure the odd edges of his body don't hurt you as he softly caresses your skin. More of his spores stick to your skin as he moves, and each small touch sends shivers down your spine. It’s hard to resist the way he makes you feel, not that you had any desire to stop him. You sink into his touch, eventually leaning against him to the point where he is supporting your weight. Though, it doesn't seem to bother him whatsoever. The spores make you feel warm whenever they land, especially so as you breathe more in. You’re glad you removed your garments already, as the heat inside of you builds, your skin flush with warmth.
Sovereign Spaw lowers you gently onto a nearby mushroom, which now functions as a surprisingly comfortable seat. He leans over you, his hand trail downwards, past your stomach and eventually finding its way to your entrance. He is gentle, very gentle, as he inserts a finger. You're already very wet, thanks to his previous touches and the spore’s influence. His hands are much larger than you're used to, so even a single finger takes a moment to adjust to. But as your mind continues to meld with the circle, he knows just how much you can take. The song of the circle presses against your mind, excited, buzzing with anticipation. Even with only Spaw in front of you, you can feel the entire colony participating in the melding process, sharing in your emotions and desires.
The sovereign moves his finger slowly, but quickly increases the pace. He soon adds another finger, stretching you pleasantly. You can feel the warmth of his spores filling you as he pumps his fingers in and out of your body. He angles his palm so every movement gives just the slightest, teasing sensation of pleasure against your clit.
At the edge of your consciousness, you realize that vines, much like the roots Spaw used to protect the colony’s treasures, have been slowly creeping up your body. They're smooth, and slightly cold to the touch, but not in an uncomfortable way. They wrap themselves around your thighs, squeezing, holding them open, while others move up to your chest, encircling your breasts. It's almost comforting, in a way, allowing you to fully rely on them to support you, as Spaw continues to pleasure you.
Once you’ve been encircled by the vines, he stops pumping his fingers inside of you to instead focus on your clit. His fingers make tight circles around it, each one sending sparks through your body. The sensation is increased with each movement, your mind mixing further with the colony. Spaw’s mind presses against yours, overrun with the pleasure coming from your body. He can feel it, too. You buck your hips upwards as he increases his pace. It's nearly too much. The vines stop you from escaping the sensation, the pleasure of it all, and suddenly, it comes crashing down.
Like a fire, your whole body buzzes with heat. The world fades from you as your mind joins the circle in absolute bliss, impossible to tell where your own pleasure starts and theirs ends. You moan with abandon, and the circle hums against you, all of you experiencing the melding. It would be impossible to say how long the moment lasts, only that the instant it happens, time does not matter anymore. Still, eventually the moment fades, and you return to your body, albeit still under the influence of the spores.
((Quiet. Your companions sleep.))
The voice of Spaw reminds you as you come back, though you can tell that he does not desire your silence. It's for your dignity, instead. You attempt to quiet yourself, though the task is difficult. There would be little situations worse than for your traveling companions to discover you in the throes of passion with your gracious hosts. And, with how loud the song has become, as well as your own additions, they might already know.
Your brief concern over being heard is quickly lost however, as Spaw compels your attention again. Glancing down, you notice a hardening length between his legs. It's pinkish purple in color, laced through with the same streaks of teal and white as the rest of his body. He pumps it a few times, looking at you. You can feel his desire through the circle's connection. Noticing your eyes, or perhaps feeling your thoughts, he speaks to you.
((For you.))
You, on instinct, open your legs for him. He grips your thighs, spreading them even further for him. The vines adjust, holding them in place again. They squeeze your legs tightly, ensuring there was no escape. Spaw strokes your exposed skin before positioning himself to enter you. He goes slowly, but he is larger than a human, so your body aches slightly as it stretches to accommodate him. Still, the feeling of him inside you is immensely pleasurable. The spores have taken over your body completely, and now even the slightest touch is enough to ruin you. Spaw fills you completely, holding himself in place, letting your desire build for just a moment. You try to get some kind of friction, anything, but his hands and the vines prevent you from gaining anything.
But the pause does not last for long. His hands move to your hips as he begins to thrust inside of you, the vines keeping you steady. With every movement, he hits that sweet spot inside of you, causing you to cry out again and again, though you try to muffle the noises. You can feel, through the melding, every sensation he feels as he thrusts inside of you, just as he can feel your own body's cries of pleasure. You’re certain the rest of the colony can feel it too. It’s almost overwhelming, your body was not designed to withstand such sensations.
His movements become harder, heavier, as he gets closer and closer to finishing. His hips stutter against yours. With one final thrust, he plunges himself deep inside you. His mind envelops yours completely, overrunning your consciousness. His power, as sovereign, takes over your mind completely, losing yourself entirely to the circle and the sensation. For a moment, you see yourself through his eyes, completely taken by him. It's enough to nearly push you over the edge. But, as his mind recedes from yours, he leaves you there, still wanting, still needing.
Slowly, he pulls out, leaving you still desperate for release. You writhe against your restraints, but he does not free you. You realize as he backs away, however, that the circle is not done with you. You can feel their desire, all around you, as the other myconids approach you. Suddenly, there are many hands on you, touching, stroking, pleasuring. They take their turns with you, each unique and yet all share in the bliss each touch brings. Time, once again, ceases to matter.
It's almost impossible to even think. Everything is sensation. Heat. Pleasure. Your thoughts and theirs are completely entangled. You cannot tell where your mind ends and the colony’s begins. You cry out for their touch, and the circle echoes that desire. It has become too much. Spaw had already nearly pushed you over the edge, and now, with the attention of the entire circle, it's impossible to keep yourself together any longer.
Your orgasm hits you hard, and everything collapses around you. It's blinding as everything comes undone. You can feel your muscles clench as the feeling shoots through your body, amplified by circle. The circle’s thoughts and yours become wholly one, enraptured in complete bliss, just as you were promised. All at once, it is as if you have never been above ground, that all you know is here and now, in the melding. Nothing else matters.
Eventually, Spaw's voice coaxes you back to the waking world.
((Awaken.))
You open your eyes, and see that the other myconids have dispersed themselves. The vines around you have likewise disappeared. The only thing left is your naked form and your discarded pile of clothes, still coated with a few remaining purple spores.
((You need rest. Sleep. I will grant you sweet dreams.))
You feel yourself getting drowsy at his words, still linked to the circle. Wordlessly, he helps you up. He sends a picture in your mind, and you see a clear stream nearby, a place to cleanse yourself, before you return to your companions.
((Be safe, Peace-Bringer.))
As you gather up your clothes, you feel a great sense of calm overcome the circle, finally satisfied with their ritual, and with your participation in it. The myconids song has become soft, gentle, which you notice as you quickly cleanse yourself, before returning to your bedroll. That night, you collapse easily, your dreams filled with soft caresses and the glow of the Underdark.