Barrelbloom
Chapter Two
Larcene felt the group’s eyes descend on her. As the party’s forward scout she was used to being in their sight as she checked ahead for traps or ambushes but her thief training was sometimes difficult to shake. She preferred to be neither perceived or heard, even if the only people seeing her were her friends in the Iron Sparrows and there was several hundred feet of rock and stone between them and any other living things.
“Are you sure you can do it?” Heilig was used to how Larcene operated. When she said she’d do something, she was going to do it.
“But you saw what it did to the rope ladder! It’ll burn your clothes and probably your skin!” Rachelle was less used to Larcene and seemed slightly panicked.
“I’ll be quick as I can. I will appreciate it if you stay underneath me and use healing magic should I need it though.” Larcene was far more used to scaling walls in cities and towns but she was confident she could manage a fifty foot high cave wall, even if it was wet and caustic.
“This suit has an inlay that might help. I’ve got enough control of it that we can both use it. It can stretch and expand over you.” Abadale suggested keenly.
“It’s okay. I’m more used to my own gear.” Larcene she spotted a slight twitch in how Abadale was moving in her new getup but thought nothing of it. She had long given up in trying to understand Abadale’s actions.
“Alright then. Rachelle stays down here and s Larcene while she climbs. Kara, Abadale, you two come back inside and help me search the hoard for any potions, items or spell scrolls that can help us. That includes healing items, just in case.” Heilig gave a nod and a look to the mage and the rogue as she left them to their important task. “Seven Patrons will it.”
“And good luck to you too.” Larcene said back to Heilig as she started limbering up for the climb.
The elf rogue was stretching. She stood on her left leg practically doing the splits as her right leg was raised past her head. After a short time, she switched sides. Rachelle was gobsmacked that the elf’s body could move like that without the use of a morph spell or similar. After she finished gawking at the impossibly gymnastic elf, Larcene noticed the mage had started examining the water that was covering the walls of the cave, occasionally picking something out of her pack and testing the water with it.
“What in the water? Should I be worried?” Larcene asked, she didn’t sound too concerned. She never let anyone tell if she was worried. Especially now she might be the only one who could save them all.
“I don’t know. It’s purple and sparkly so probably unnatural. Some materials degrade from it quicker than others and when I put parchment in, it doesn’t come apart. Parchment is made from animal skin so it might not be so bad when you climb.” Rachelle looked stressed. Larcene knew the mage would eventually have to get used to it. The party had a habit of getting into doomed situations like this but always surviving.
“Reassuring to know.” the elf said matter of factly. Rachelle touched Larcene with the top of her staff.
“Climb.” she said. “You don’t need it but it’ll help a little bit for the first dozen or so feet.”
The cavern wall loomed over the rogue as she finished her stretching. Even though she was wearing leather armour, her movements made no sounds. She could see the ageway entrance and the fifty feet of stone soaked by purple sparkling cave water between her and securing the party’s escape.
Larcene made one last adjustment to the pack on her back, swiftly waded the shallow water that had collected near the sides of the cavern and started her ascent. Scrambling as quickly as her limbs would allow.
The thief was used to scaling the sheer rock of a castle or a keep as part of her duties as the party’s resident burglar. She had climbed stone walls as high as the cavern in blizzards and storms all whilst avoiding being seen by city guards, however the addition of corrosive water was new to the elf.
After making it higher than Rachelle’s head, Larcene’s padded gloves began to
silently decay as well as the instep of her boots. The wall was uneven with a few rivulets of the purple water flowing that she was doing her best to avoid.
With no guards to avoid or Midnight Guild deadlines to meet, Larcene was favouring a steady and careful approach lest she splash the caustic water on more of her gear than necessary.
The threads holding her right glove gave away and she was left with parts of the material flapping from her wrist. She looked at the remaining leather, the fingertips were thinning but this became a moot point as the rest of the glove fell away. Unable to climb the entire way with just her left hand, she took a pause then placed her bare hand on the damp rock. Larcene exhaled as she gripped the cold, wet stone. She could feel a tingle in her fingers but no pain. She checked her hand to confirm. Her palm was sparkling purple in parts from whatever was in the water but there was no burning or damaging of her skin. The sensation on her hand being closer to the burning from putting something in her mouth that was too spicy for her elven palette rather than the burning from an iron poker that had been heated up to a dangerous temperature.
“Larcene! Does it hurt?” she heard Rachelle squeak from below her.
“It’s fine. I’m not getting burned by it. It’s only affecting my clothes.” The thief replied, pushing herself higher with her legs. As she did, she felt the material of her left hand’s glove come apart along with new holes also forming on the inside of her knees.
Without the threat of the water corroding her skin and causing her harm, Larcene settled into a more steady climb. She was going to lose some of her gear climbing the wall but she won’t be losing her skin at least. She wondered if it was going to affect her hair though. It wasn’t short like a city guardsman would have it, but it was short and very dark. If she lost some from the water, it would be noticeable and Larcene made it her business to not be noticeable. Rather than waiting to find out, she wet her right hand on the cavern wall and gingerly brought it to the side of her head,
Larcene listened with sensitive ears for any fizzing or sizzling like what she heard from her clothes’ with the stuff. There was no sound. It seemed like her skin, her hair was also not going to be burned away. Though for mostly professional reasons rather than aesthetic ones, she was relieved.
As she moved her hand away the elf made with her ear and a droplet rolled of the purple glittery water travelled from the pointy tip to her lobe. The effect was instantaneous and Larcene let out a lustful moan and reflexively pulled herself to the wall. Elf ears were not only sensitive for listening but also to touch and while it wasn’t obvious when it was just on her hands, now the cavern water was on her ear she could tell it was a powerful aphrodisiac.
“Larcene! Are you okay? Is it hurting now?” came another shout from below her.
“I’m fine. It seems to be a kind of poison. I’m an elf, I can resist it.” Larcene chose to omit exactly what kind of poison it was and she wasn’t lying. Elves had lower libidos compared to the shorter-lived races like humans so she surmised she should be able to shrug the poison off.
Unfortunately her initial reaction to the aphrodisiac had caused a small splash as she bumped against the wall and small drops flew about her, causing small hisses as the water made with the rest of her clothing. Larcene shuddered as a drop tingled down her cheek and neck before being absorbed by her padded leather armour, fizzing away a small tear in it before disappearing.
Still rocked by the effects of the water on her ear, the rogue made a quick check on the straps over her shoulders that were holding her rucksack in place. She looked down at her chest and shoulders. The straps of her pack were relatively undamaged but the front of her armour had been eaten away to the point where a few of the holes were the size of a gold piece.
Larcene didn’t mind having small breasts but right now they felt like a blessing. The thought crossed her mind that a more well-endowed adventurer like Heilig would have her large breasts touching the walls constantly if she tried to climb this wall. She’d have to strip from her white armour first, obviously. The water would eat away at her bra and underclothes, spilling her brown flesh free. Then the tingling of the sparkly purple water would be enough to drive the not so pure paladin crazy. And then she…
Larcene shook her head. She realised she had been holding a position on the wall daydreaming about her party leader’s breasts. Her muscles were feeling slightly sore from holding her own body weight in place. She didn’t even think of any of the party that way. She readied herself and continued her ascent.
Another few feet of travel up the wall and the water from the elf’s hands had travelled down her forearms and the arms of her leather armour were falling apart with strips hanging limply from her shoulder. She pushed her weight up the wall again and she felt her boots practically disintegrate underneath her step. The tingling was all the way down her arms and now all over her feet.
“Larcene! You’re slowing down! What type of poison is it?” called Rachelle from below. Larcene was trying to consider her answer but when she thought of Rachelle she was imagining the studious mage’s plump tits peaking out from the tatters of her mage robe, the polished tip of her staff lowering down to her…
“Ehh!” Larcene tried to interrupt her own intrusive thoughts. “It’s affecting my body and head but I should be okay. I just need to climb up to the top.” It then struck Larcene that she hadn’t even reached half way to her goal yet. “I just need to get up to the top and you can treat the poison afterwards. I’m going to continue” Another intrusive thought hit the thief. She wanted the little mage to suck the poison out by licking her pussy.
The elf checked the straps of her pack again, they were made of thick leather so were faring better than her clothing but one had frayed and snapped and the other was thinning by the minute. Besides two vertical strips protected a little by the rucksack straps, the front of her leather armour was practically destroyed at this point. Her tiny breasts were exposed to the air and her nipples were stiff and sticking out like arrowheads.
Larcene was relieved to see none of the purple droplets had hit her nipples yet. Due to the lower elven libido she hadn’t had anyone pay attention to them in a few years but with her long life even a low sex drive became active occasionally so she knew how sensitive her nipples were. The elf froze as she saw a liquid droplet fall from her head and land directly on her left nipple. She tried to brace herself but the shock from the aphrodisiac didn’t come, the drop this time was just sweat. The sigh that escaped Larcene’s lips was of mostly relief but she knew she was feeling a little disappointment that it wasn’t more of the purple aphrodisiac.
The rogue was only halfway up the cavern wall and she was already hornier than she’d ever been in her century-long life. Young for an elf, and despite her short black hair she normally looked like and carried herself with the dignity of a human noblewoman in her early twenties. Even without being able to see what she looked like, she knew from the sleeves and legs of her armour coming apart like rags, her hands and forearms sparkling purple and her heavy breathing and sweat that her usual dignified image was falling apart. It had been a self image constructed so long ago and so properly, even Larcene didn’t even know what of her was behind the facade anymore.
It was as she shakily pulled herself around a small overhang that her hard nipples both glanced against the wet wall. The aphrodisiac’s effect was instantaneous and severe as she came immediately.
“Oooohh! Ahhhhh!” Larcene shook as the orgasm rippled through her. She knew her nipples were sensitive but she’d never cum from them before. She didn’t even know it was possible.
“Larcene? What’s happening?” Rachelle called below. Larcene was struggling but either her years of training or something unnatural occurring with the purple aphrodisiac, she held onto the wall.
“It’s the poison. It’s on my breasts. You’re going to have to lick it all off me later, Rachelle. I need you to taste me.” Larcene could hardly believe the words coming out of her own mouth but she meant every single one of them.
“I’m going to assume that’s the poison talking. We need you to focus, Larcene. Get up to the top and we’ll give you any help you need.” The small mage sounded concerned but the rogue could barely comprehend her words. She was horny and found it difficult to focus on anything besides how the aphrodisiac felt on her skin.
Larcene was losing reason and couldn’t tell if she wanted to escape the poison or to cum more from it. She wanted to be released from its grasp but she also desperately needed release by its touch.
“Larcene! Can you hear me? You’ve been in the same spot for a while!” Larcene didn’t realise how long she was just hanging there but she also didn’t care, she was blissfully drinking in the sensations and imagining Rachelle having own staff drenched in the aphrodisiac and rammed into her pussy.
The reverie was fading and the elf was just getting her bearings again when the second strap of her pack snapped and the rucksack fell down to the ground some thirty feet below. Still recovering from her orgasm, Larcene didn’t make a single move to try and catch it, she watched under her right arm as the pack plummeted then drifted down. Larcene then felt a gust of wind and noticed Rachelle was holding her staff and focusing some sort of spell on it.
“It’s okay! I used slowfall and caught it before it hit the ground too hard. Larcene, you need to let go and get down here. I’ll catch you with the spell. We can find another way!” Rachelle pleaded.
“No! I can still make it to the top! It’s just a few feet of rock and water. When I’m up there, one of the others can throw the pack to me!” Larcene shouted angrily back to the mage. “I’ve debased herself on this cavern wall, to stop now would just be throwing my progress away! The poison isn’t so bad now I’m used to it!” Rachelle pleaded and shouted something back but Larcene didn’t hear her.
Larcene was lost to the lustful poison that now was circulating throughout her bloodstream. She knew that climbing up and getting Karabella to throw the pack after her was a bad plan but it was the only one that kept her on the cavern wall and feeling like she does. The idea of more of this purple water turned her on so much. She was busy cumming when she realised it was from her using her own aphrodisiac-soaked hand to tweak her own right nipple. “Ohhhhh!”
The thought of Karabella in the “plan” dragged her into Larcene’s fantasy. Over six feet tall and statuesque but brought to her knees, low and desperate for pleasure by being drenched in this wondrous cavern water.
Larcene blinked, took a deep breath and restarted climbing. Her whole body felt on fire with lust and need as she used a free hand to rip the remnants of her armour away. Now fully naked and looking like a feral animal, she scrambled higher.
Her arm movements when climbing had become sloppy but she didn’t care as they were also splashing aphrodisiac down her face. She licked some off her lips and she found out it tasted amazing, like lavender tea mixed with dark magic. A warmth grew in her stomach as she realised there was something she’d not done yet. A new plan formed and she was going to cum so hard when she pulled it off. She looked down at her bushy pussy, she rarely needed to make sure it was trimmed and could picture her hairs soaking up more and more of the carnal water.
Hanging on only a few feet away from what was her original objective, the cavern entrance, the lustful elf prepared her body. Rubbing more and more of the aphrodisiac across her pointed ears and breasts. After making sure her hands were drenched in the poison, she drove three fingers into her pussy with one hand whilst attacking her hand with the other. An almighty orgasm like she’d never felt in over a hundred years of life ripped through her. She was already falling backwards and the intensity almost made her lose consciousness as she began to fall. She was paying no attention to the danger she was in as she desperately fingerfucked herself.
After a few seconds she became vaguely aware that she was gradually descending laid down in a slowfall spell but this didn’t slow her own desperate masturbation down. Instead she used the time to use a hand to violently pinch her own nipple.
Landing on dry ground didn’t slow Larcene’s animalistic rubbing either. It was only when she saw that Rachelle was standing over her that she even realised she was back on land.
“Okay, I’m going to try and cast a cure poisoning spell on you. Try and hold still…”
“Nooo! I need you to fuck me! I need you to lick my pussy” Larcene reached her hand out to Rachelle shedding some of the purple aphrodisiac of her in small that hit the mage’s robes with a hiss. Rachelle took a step back but held her staff out focused on the naked writhing elf.
Larcene was rabidly assaulting her pussy in case the spell was going to work and this would be her last moment feeling the same bliss but when it looked like the spell didn’t work, she looked up at the mage who was backing away.
“You’re going to fuck me, you’re going to eat my pussy, we’re going to taste so much together. I’m going to enjoy this but you’re going to enjoy this too..” Larcene was cumdrunk and unsteadily getting to her feet not taking her eyes off the petit mage. She was closing the ground between the two of them, a deep hunger in her eyes.
“Sleep.”
A flash filled Larcene’s vision then darkness as the spell knocked her out cold and she fell forward onto the ground.
“Sorry, Larcene but you’re not feeling yourself. I promise we’ll get you out of here though.” Rachelle avoided touching her nude, purple-stained fellow Iron Sparrow and headed toward the entrance of the Barrelbloom structure where the other three of the party were.
“Guys, we have a problem. It’s Larcene, she’s been poisoned.” But once inside she saw what had been happening to Heilig, Karabella and Abadale.
”Oh no.”