Demons Snare Story by HypnoJP
Tyler MannThis is a story I commissioned written by HypnoJP, set in the world of my comic series Voreology. Preston and Abracus are learning more about their mysterious book, when a massive pit of tangled plant vines pull them in!
Contains plant vine coiling, constriction, M/M gay stuff, butts, rimming, feet, dicks, and blowjobs.
Magic is such a common part of everyday life. Such an integral part of the world many take for granted. Simple charms such as prestidigitation to make a surface clean or shine. Or Something more complex such as an animation spell on objects to make tasks easier. THis could also branch into combat and adventure. Fireball, invisibility, persuasion. All abilities one can master with the right teaching. And for many there are schools across the world to learn spellcraft. From ages ten and up you may attend to learn the ways of magic and wizardry. Keeping your skills in check and knowing how to best direct your potential. All types of species attend these schools. From Tiefling, to Human, to Elf, to even Gnoll can be found studying. And at one particular academy a pair of students find something to intimately take in their curiosity. A means to score big in their finals. And make some interesting discoveries on the way.
A pair of men in their late twenties wandered through the forest with a red covered book in hand. The two were students from the nearby wizarding school. The uniforms they wore were colour coded for the school itself. A short sleeved, purple shirt with a yellow running from the colour down the centre. Around their waist was a dark blue sash that covered their lower torso. Below a pair of baggy, dark blue trousers with light blue stars leading down to up pointed teal boots. A purple cape hung off their necks and trailed down to around their ankles.
The two men were a Human and an Elf respectively. The Human was a black skinned man with an average frame, short cut hair and curious brown eyes. The Elf had a bit more chub to him with olive skin. He was of similar height with some light chin fluff and hair pushing just past his shoulders. His green eyes held something more mischievous to them. A stare that seemed to suggest trouble. As they walked along they both looked inside the red covered book. The Human carried it and browsed the oddly lacking pages. The front cover, in golden text read ‘Voreolog’ with the initials T.M. etched in the corner. The book listed numerous pages about various species. The overall pattern being they could all consume someone in some form or another. But what caught the duo off was the fact many were blank. There was a page listing an entry, such as one speaking of Mimics. It listed some basic descriptors about Mimics and a star rating out of five for danger. Mimics were listed between one to three stars. Something that varied by size. But after this the following few pages were blank. Before going to the start of another entry. This fascinated the two. The concept of the book's theme and title. But also it’s lacking content? Something felt off. Like it was hidden. But why?
“I’m telling you Abracus this is hidden. Some kind of illusion magic? I can’t believe someone would publish a book like this and it would be some prank.” The Human says, flicking through pages. Abracus leans over.
“Preston I don’t think staring at it is gonna make the words appear. I know you’re good with divination but all you do is stare at it. Maybe it’s sealed by a magic word or something?” Abracus adds in. Preston taps his chin.
“But what could it be, smart guy?” Abracus ponders.
“How about. I’m tasty.” He says as the two pause. A subtle breeze blows by. Abracus pouts. “Swallow me.” Again, no response. “Bone apple tea.” That one got a confused stare from Preston.
“Did you just… You know that’s not right.” Abracus turns away with a pout.
“Well you figure it out smart guy.” He sulks off by a tree. Grumbling like a child. Preston turns the pages. Maybe it needed something specific. He flicks through till one catches his attention. ‘Demon's Snare’. The sketch at the top was off a mass of vines of dark colour. A rating of three stars for danger but with an asterix beside it. He heard stories of this stuff. He’d seen a small growth of it when a child. Stuff nearly swallowed his neighbour when out on a camping trip. Poor guy barely made it out. But it left an impression on him. Something he couldn’t shake. He felt his mouth growing dry. He swallowed down. Focusing on it. Picturing the growth in his mind. A breeze blew by and the page turned. From the following blank pages black tendrils began to creep out. Preston froze. Was it coming from the book? He wondered. “Abracus I.” His voice was cut off. A flash and then he was gone. The book fell to the floor and the page turned back to the first page on the Demon’s Snare. Abracus turned.
“Yea what?” He paused. “Preston?” He asked, looking at the book on the ground.
Preston pushed himself up from the ground. He blinked. His body felt light and uneasy. Like he just woke up and was dizzy. But wait. Wasn’t he standing before? He wasn’t on the ground. Pushing himself up he was on his knees. As he blinked he noticed the area was dark. But it was midday before? Rubbing his eyes the area came to. It was dim and dark. As his vision came to he saw a dimly lit area covered in black tendrils. As he got his bearings he remembered.
“Abracus? Where are you?” He asks, looking about. As he looked around and his eyes focused he saw the area was more restrained. THe black tendrils of various lengths covered the area before him. There seemed to be trees around him but they were covered in these vines. Webbing of sorts that connected them and seemed to push along a path. Like a hallway yet he could see above. It was cloudy and little light got through. His heart beat faster as a feeling of dread reached over him. He felt like he shouldn’t be here. Everything felt foreign and wrong. Something was up. He took a step. Going from a dirt floor to touching one of the tendrils he felt it. It was soft. Which was odd. It felt squishy too. As he pulled his foot off he saw a massive heap of them. All before him like a carpet. Curiosity got the better of him and he leaned down to touch it. Poke poke. The tendrils felt squishy and sort of like rubber? Akin to some straps used for some fancy engineering marvel. He then noticed the movement. As he touched it it moved. Pulling back slightly. This was definitely Demon’s Snare. But on a far larger scale than he had ever seen. He was in two minds. One to leave and find his friend. Another to experiment and test this strange scenario. He leaned forward again. Touching the rubbery growths. They moved. Likely just a reactionary response. He knew Demon’s Snare was a form of plant. Albeit one with good magical potential. Some may even argue sentience. As he poked it. Liking the feeling. He was like a child poking an animal with a stick. But back home things were going a bit different for Abracus.
Picking up the book the Elf looked about.
“Preston? Where did you go?” He asked and gazed around. But no response. Abracus grumbled to himself. “Is this that invisibility spell again? Yes yes, very impressive. Now where are you?” Once more. No response. He then turned his attention to the book. It felt oddly warm? Like it had been sitting in the sun for several hours. But there was no direct sunlight on it. He noticed the page it was open to. Demon’s Snare. Looking at the sketched image Abracus couldn’t help but get ‘ideas’ for its use. He had heard stories that this thing could hold you tight and still. Keep you trapped and grab all over. Honestly it was equally arousing as terrifying to him. Maybe a little more the latter. He then thought about the name of the book. Voreology. He snickered.
“Did you eat him or something?” He laughs. Then a grim feeling took hold. Looking at the ground he saw no footprints going from where the book was. So if Preston left he went back exactly in his past footprints. Abracus slowly turned to the book. Looking at the page and feeling unease. “Did you take him?” He asks mostly to himself. Then something happened. The book began to very gently vibrate. Abracus noticed this and paused. From between the pages something stirred. A small black tendril came out. Weakly feeling around. Abracus went to close the book but something stopped him. A feeling in the back of his mind told him not to. As the tendril he guessed was Demon’s Snare came out he nervously touched it. He could have sworn he heard laughter as a sudden flash blinded him and the book fell to the ground. Abracus was gone. Standing over the book was a silhouette. A dull figure that seemed more like a trick of the light. They seemed to smile an orange grin as the book closed.
Preston let his hands feel into the mass of tendrils and vines. It had a strange texture. Felt rather artificial. But it was natural. Well magically natural. A thought came to mind. Could it be from the FeyWilds? Maybe something to take note of. A theory to present for his thesis. He had to get going though. He needed to figure out where Abracus was. Or well. Where he was specifically. He began to stand up. Getting to his feet when a sudden flash hit behind him. Out the corner of his eyes he saw a sudden light. Around his feet the Demon’s Snare retreated. Pulling back like afraid. A piece caught around his wrist. Pulling him forward. Face first into the large clump of tendrils.
Abracus blinked rapidly. His vision was blurred as he felt himself on his knees. Where was he? Did he fall? Why was it so dark? His vision was restored quickly. His elven eyes are sharper than a mere Humans. He was in some kind of dim forest? It wasn’t overcast before. What in the name of the Archmage was going on? He looked around and noticed the growth everywhere. Demon’s Snare. But where did it come from? Or more like where was he? His eyes quickly caught sight of something more concerning. Starred pants and teal shoes. Dark skinned hands flailing about and trying to free their head.
“Preston!” He shouts. The area seemed to respond. Did the tendrils vibrate? Adjust to his shouting? Never mind that. He moved forward. Grabbing his friend by the ankles and pulling. As Preston put a hand down to push out he felt the tendrils move around his wrist. He started to panic. He squirmed his neck but as he did he felt the tendrils tighten. Moving more aggressively around him. He felt his shoulders touch the squishy mass. His heart raced. Meanwhile Abracus pulled. Trying to get his legs out. But his shoe slipped. Losing his footing as the tendrils beneath him seemed to move. He pulled off a shoe and fell back. Preston’s toes flexed in the air. Then curled in. Did he lose his shoe? Oh great. He thought as he flailed some more. Now his upper torso is consumed by the mass of tendrils. A wet squelching sound as he was pulled. Abracus got up and looked at the shoe and Preston’s barefoot in the air. He seemed frustrated. Throwing the shoe aside it touched some more tendrils. They slid around it. Holding it but going no further. He took hold of both Preston’s ankles.
“Come on damn it all!” He shouts. Again the surrounding area seems to respond. He pulls. Turning and pulling on him. Trying to heave his friend from the mass. He feels movement. Feels the body pulling to him. “Let's get out of here Preston!” He shouts again. Muffled responses are heard from the mass. More Demon’s Snare moves. As he yells his foot touches a large tendril. One he swore wasn’t there before. As he kept pulling. Acting more like a mule to free his friend, something touched his ankle. Something thin and rubbery curled around it. It found its way up his pants leg and touched his skin. He nearly fell flat. Letting out a panicked screech he kicked. His legs falling below him as the tendrils pulled. Falling to the ground he felt his shoe slip off. His toes wiggled as he turned to see the situation. His legs. Both feet up to his ankles were being pulled into the mass of Demon’s Snare. Wet sounds were heard as he was pulled in. Slowly at first but speeding up.Preston was half engulfed and his frantic kicking seemed to increase how fast he was pulled. He tried to hold back another yell. Feeling like the tendrils responded. But he then felt a different sensation. A feeling of snickering. Were the tendrils tickling his foot?
Inside the mass Preston felt the terror and adrenaline run through his body. He felt scared but something deep down felt right. He’d never admit to it but stirring in his pants was a feeling of excitement. He didn’t notice though as he felt his legs pulled. Feeling someone, Abracus grabbed his ankle and left him blushing. He tried to squirm up. Wiggling his body but each movement only seemed to increase the pull and hold. Was that it? Movement? Was it like quicksand? He thought this over. But suddenly his legs were dropped. As they hit the tendrils the black lashes began to engulf him. He felt them tickle over his foot and he couldn’t help but giggle.
They pushed in the opening from his missing shoe. Sliding up his pants leg. His sash was pushed open by the pulling. Smell tendril began to slide in and rub against his skin. He was warm. That was it. His body gave off head and they wanted to touch it. To feel him. The feeling was mutual. The Demon’s Snare had a delicate touch. Feeling like it was inflated and almost playful in feel. He imagined this was the feeling of being touched by one of the pure blooded Fey like Sprites. He tried to relax. Biting his lip from the tickling. Avoiding making noise. But something caused a gasp. The tendril travelling up his leg felt around his crotch. A soft, cool touch on his balls burst of pleasure up his body. It was incredible and unexpected. He almost bit into a tendril.
Upside Abracus was holding off laughter. His foot was being toyed with more and more as tendrils ran past it like balloons. It felt like an extra soft balloon kept caressing his skin. Like balloon snakes ran past his sole. He let out a loud laugh. Kicking his legs and trying to escape. All the while being pulled down more and more. He hadn’t noticed a large tendril beneath his chest. One he fell on?
It wrapped around his shoulder and pulled back. One past his shoulder it pushed into his collar. Feeling down his back. Drawing him in he felt like prey caught by a large, tentacled predator. Maybe it would be more like some of those books he read. About tentacled creatures… Having their way with people. He blushed and bit his lip but kept kicking. Was he really doing this? Letting his mind wander to such things while in peril? Maybe a spell would help. He suddenly thought. He tried to focus. Something simple. A Magic Missile would work. Would spark them enough to hopefully let them go. He pointed his fingers. The squirming threw off his aim.
“Magic misssss.” He couldn’t help but laugh. The tickling on his feet and now teasing up his leg and down his back. “Misslllllllle ahah.” He burst out again. He bit his lip. Trying to focus. “Magic Missile!” He cried. From the tips of his fingers a dimly lit set of three small beams shot out. They drunkenly and lazily flew out. Before hitting the Demon’s Snare. A sizzling crack as they hit. The response was immediate. The tendrils got aggressive. Abracus was pulled back and slammed into Preston’s exposed foot. He saw the toes curl at his touch. Before he could respond he was pulled down. The tendrils came for him. Undulating mass that began to push into the gaps in his clothes. Noticeably avoiding his bodily holes. Thankfully for him. His body felt the cool touch of their slithering. And he wouldn’t deny he found it arousing. No way he couldn’t. This was something right up his alley and even the panic and danger of it? He’d be ashamed if anyone saw. He gasped and giggled as his whole body was touched and felt up. He felt a tendril run up his stomach. Over his gut and digging into his naval. His other shoe quickly was removed. There was a shocking practicality to what was likely random movements by the tendrils. Wet squelching came out. An echoing sound as if they were being swallowed. It was like it was trying to strip him. Maybe they were? He wondered. Kicking around he hit something. Something with his foot. Something wet and. Hard? A mouth?
“Preston!” He gasped before being pulled under.
Preston was hit with the sudden and aggressive movements. The Demon’s Snare felt rather angry. Like something aggravated it. It moved more aggressively past him but slowly kept exploring his body. A thick tendril ran between his cheeks. He clenched expecting some more intrusive exploration. This didn’t come. But now he was half stripped. His pants were intruded on and he felt the tendrils over his crotch. One ran down his neck. It was almost like a lover. Soft and gentle. But moving with purpose. He heard muffled voices through the mass. Then something hit his foot. His toes flexed in response. What was that? A minute later he felt something in his mouth. Toes? Why would someone's toes be? He paused. Abracus was now fully caught, wasn't he? Likely he aggravated it and was being dragged down. He rolled his eyes as he spat out the toes. Feeling his crotch feels tight. The tendrils over his erection weren’t helping. He leaked a bit of pre into the bulk. He blushed a deep red. This was humiliating. But wait. Why was he focused on that when in such peril? He squirmed. Trying to get out only to feel his body pulled down more. The tendrils by now had his body fully felt up. He could feel the fabric being pulled away. Seams were torn and buttons popped. He was being ripped out of his clothing and honestly. He had never felt more aroused. What was it with this? Some deeply rooted desire from his youth? A fetish he never could have understood till he was thrown into it? He took a breath. He felt the soft, rubbery touch all over himself. And he relaxed. This could only go one way. And maybe he could make it easier. As he did the touching slowed. But he then felt something else. Another body pressed to his own. Abracus! He recognised the scent of his soap. Something he always had to use as ‘tradition’ he called it. The peachy scent drove him to open his mouth to respond. But as he did spread toes went in. He felt them wiggle and gave up. He let his tongue trace between them. Enjoying the taste. Abracus had such soft feet.
As he was pulled below the surface of the tendrils Abracus heard a wet pop as his head fell below. He was pulled down faster and more aggressively. Tendrils pushed into his clothing and he felt the tearing of fabric. The ribbing of silk and loosening of straps. He squirmed to try and shake it off. Thick tendrils wrapped over him. A thinner one seemed to cup his chest. Holding his pecs with a surprising fondness. He tensed and felt his erection move against tendrils. This was something he found hot. The sudden movement was stopped and time seemed to freeze as his foot entered something. Preston’s mouth he figured. This was so perverted. But he liked it. It felt. Well it felt good. He wiggled his toes. Preston’s tongue went to work. Licking between them. Was he into this too? He wondered with pause. It seemed their fates were sealed. Something inside his mind told him to relax. He knew that maybe, if he could calm himself he’d be ok. He took a breath. A tendril ran past his tongue. It tasted wet. He spat but breathed slowly. As his body relaxed the aggressive movements of the tendrils slowed. Maybe there was something to this. He felt like hope was returning. Maybe he could find a way out. But then a sudden bit of contact. Something warm and firm touched around his waist. It felt like. The soft movements like breathing confirmed it. A chest. He was pushed against Preston’s chest! He never noticed just how smooth he was. Even the faint showing of some abs he felt. He went a deep red. Luckily hidden in the current situation. His cock was moved and rubbed between Preston’s pecs. Pushing between them. He could feel the sweat and his pre leaking out. The wet sounds of the thrusting between them. The Demon’s Snare pushed them together. Maybe unifying their heat. He could tell by now they were both naked. And if his crotch felt his chest. Then he should be soon feeling. He paused as a warm musky aroma hit his nose. It was salty and despite the darkness he knew it. Preston’s erection was right in front of him. He could feel the warmth. A tendril ran over its tip. It twitched in response. Hitting Abracus’s nose. He felt Preston twitch and jolt in response. But when would this chance arise again? Abracus opened his mouth. Poked out his tongue. And began sucking on Preston’s tip.
As he sucked on the toes Preston felt in heaven. He didn’t have romantic feelings for his friend. Not at all. But there was something here. A primal lust. Was it the Demon’s Snare? Did it somehow enhance hidden desires? What did it matter? It wouldn’t change the fact this was where he was. He then felt something press around his chest. Contact. It was Abracus. His breath hit him followed by his cock touching his chest. It felt so lewd and degenerate. Rubbing your cock over your friend's chest? But it wasn’t intentional right? I mean they were simply friends. Again, what did it matter? It wasn’t until he felt his cock make contact that he truly went crazy. Feeling a tongue, Abracus’s tongue lick and lips suckle his tip sent him crazy. He tensed and felt his body tighten. His toes sprayed. The wet lips and mouth on him led him to slowly thrust. Just enough so the Demon’s Snare only moved slowly. Slowly tightening around his body. The wet squelching could be heard as the two engaged in this act of lust. Their bodies pushed together. Feeling the breath of the other, feeling their heartbeat. It was dark but all too delectable. Pleasures the likes of which neither could describe carried through them. The idea of having all control taken. Of being at the mercy of some greater force. Of being played with in ways only his deepest desires could describe. At first this felt like a nightmare but now. Now it was a dream. The ultimate fantasy. And he took full advantage.
Abracus took his chance. He thrust his hips slowly. Grinding his cock against Preston’s pecs. Feeling the grip of tendrils over his chest. On his own body he felt a coil tickling his nipple. Intentional or not it got him harder. He wiggled his toes more. Feeling Preston continues to suck him. Meanwhile he did the same for his friend's cock. Leaning forward to take it into his mouth he feels Preston thrust. Taking advantage he moves down. Running his tongue all over the shaft and trying to keep him stimulated. Abracus had skills in this regard. Preston wasn’t the first man he’d been with. And no matter what he had to work with he could bring someone to the peak of orgasm with his mouth. His elven delicacies were more sexual than dainty. As he kept sucking he could feel the subtle twitching inside Preston’s body. Could feel the tingling within his balls. He teased the tip. Tasting the pre that leaked out. Preston had decent size to him. He was bigger than Abracus and frankly he had a heavenly smell. Something he could dream of. He swallowed all the pre. Edging him on to eventually give him the proper reward of his seed. Meanwhile he thrust. Grinding himself closer and closer against Preston’s firm chest. He felt a tendril run over his taint. Between his legs and sending a shiver of delight up him. Another and another. Was it trying to help him finish? Trying to push him to cum? If so, it succeeded. He thrust again. Pushing in and grinding against the pecs. Abracus was average sized. He was a bit thinner then most but had the ability to use it well. He thrust again. Feeling the tension build. Feeling his orgasm approaching. He had to hold off. It was of poor manners to finish before your partner. He kept slurping on Preston’s cock. Tasting and guiding him to orgasm. He felt the tingling. The ever closing edging as Preston was ready to burst. Abracus licked up the length. Another. Then another. Slurping on the shaft. He had to cum soon. He could feel the tensing in his chest. Maybe if he just sucked a little harder. As he ran his tongue over the tip and down the side he was rewarded. Preston tensed and Abracus felt the thick reward in his mouth. A thick load was fired into him. Hearing the muffled grunts of Preston Abracus hungrily swallowed the warm seed. Eager to taste and enjoy it all. Like the most powerful elixir he hungrily took it all. With his friend satisfied he thrust a little faster. No longer needing to hold back. He shot. Squirting a thick load onto his friend's chest. As the thrusts slowed. Slowing more and more. Till he went still.
Preston felt Abracus’s tongue on his shaft. It was incredible. He’d never had such an amazing blowjob in his life. It was hard to resist. He tried. Really he did. But with everything. With his body in such a sensitive state. How could he hold off? He tensed. His chest tightened and before anything else could be said. He felt his balls tingle. His friends tongue down his nob he shot. Firing a thick, several day built up load into his mouth.He felt a release of hormones he couldn’t compare. His vision blurred. His eyes rolled back and his body felt sensations previously unheard of. His lips began to pull off Abracus’s foot slowly. Feeling the thrusting on his chest. He breathed in and tensed his muscles. Helping to give a firmer place for him to grind. It didn’t take long before he felt the warm shot of his friend on his chest. He smiled. His eyes began to shut. It felt so good. The afterglow could take hold. Whatever happened next would be fine. Life was good. Their bodies began to go down. Pushed through ever damper coils as they were brought deeper and deeper. Sliding further down to their fate. A soft breeze hit them below. They felt. Free? Where are they out?
Sunlight tickled Preston’s eyelids. His eyes slowly opened as he sat up. Rubbing his eyes with the balls of his hands he notices his clothes. They were still on. In fact he was on the path from before. Perfectly fine? He looked over to see Abracus also waking up. Looking groggy too. His equally confused expression brought the two to making eye contact then turning away. Was that all a dream? But then why would Abracus look away? Did they have the same dream? A magical hallucination maybe? Yea that was it. The book sat between them. Preston picked it up. It seemed warm. And some pages looked to glow. He opened the book. It was the Demon’s Snare section. Abracus looked over. Equally confused and curious. The pages glowed and as they turned past the first they saw several more of great details. Including descriptions and sketches of the tendrils. Turning through the three new pages of details once they got the final one they swore they saw a faint black tendril pull back inside. They looked at eachother. A blush on both their cheeks.
“You know this book is rather interesting.” Preston says with an awkward smile. “Do you want to keep exploring it with me?” He breathes slowly. Trying to limit the blush. Abracus nods.
“Definitely. I could take another load. I mean another trip or study or.” He stumbled on before turning away. “Yea for sure.” Getting to their feet they turn back to the school.
“Maybe we should head back. Make some notes about this book and our findings. Maybe get a drink?” Preston says with a timid pause at the end. Abracus smiles.
“Sure. You’ll pay though.” He says beginning the walk back.
“Ha ha.” Preston rolls his eyes as the two make their way back. The book was fascinating. And who knew what other secrets could be found. About its contents and theirselves. It’s safe to say their interest is a little more than just academic at this point.
