Isaac looked at the fruit in his hand. Something was strange about it, especially how it looked like his one of his transformed balls. He only threw it on the ground as he gripped his sword and looked at the dryad in the eyes, who was surprised at the refusal of her gift.
“I must say, you have a way to refuse a beneficent gift…” the dryad calmly said. “I must warn you that what you did was very rude. Don’t make me displeased…” A few more vines appeared from behind her hair, now looking menacing as they bore thorns that challenged the sharpness of knives. “...or you will highly regret it.”
“I am a Paladin of the Holy Order, and I must slay you for you belong to this wretched crypt!” Isaac shouted with confidence and courage. The dryad merely laughed at his display of foolish resilience.
“Oh well, you had one chance to redeem yourself,” the dryad said, “but with your sword drawn, it looks like you’ll never redeem yourself to me.” Her vines darted out at Isaac, who gracefully cut them off with his sword.
“I don’t need redemption when my soul and mind is pure!” he said as he charged towards the dryad. The dryad, a little hurt by the chopped vines, made more vines go at him, but he chopped those too as the dryad screamed in pain. In her tempestuous rage, she struck Isaac with a thick bundle of vines. Isaac was thrown off as he flew across the room, crashing into a decrepit wall which crumbled on him. He groaned in pain as he stood up and gained his stance again, looking a bit pained and scarred but still combative as a soldier would be.
“You just don’t know when to give up, do you!” the dryad, previously calm and composed but now hostile and incensed, screamed at Isaac as she wrapped a thick vine around his leg before turning him upside down and raising him up. Unfortunately, he dropped his sword as he was raised before her as he was put in front of her face.
“You’ve been very stubborn from what I can tell,” she said with a very displeased look on her face. “I’ve been trying to help you, but you’ve been thinking so highly of yourself that you would go ahead and slay me as if I’m some corrupted beast. Say your last words before I take your life and bury you like the rest of those haughty knights.” No wonder she was alone; every person who came here was killed.
Isaac was… strangely aroused, especially how close her breasts were to his vision. His member stood up (or down since he was held upside down) as he saw a bead of pre come out. Then, he had an idea— a very unorthodox idea, but an idea nonetheless. He started to stroke his oversized member as orgasm didn’t take too long to reach, spraying his fruity load over the dryad lady. She repulsed as the vine holding Isaac lost its grasp on him as he unloaded his fruity cum on her, the gnats flying straight towards her in pursuit of his delicious cum, but they got stuck to it as she was heavily distracted by the stickiness of it. In the meantime, Isaac quickly got up and ran towards his sword before taking it and swinging it towards the dryad, cleanly chopping her humanoid body in half. Her face was stuck in a shocked expression before the top half of her body separated from the bottom half. Sap and water leaked from where she had been cut as his sword was also stained with the amber fluid. Anyone regular person would have been disgusted by this strange, gory scene, but Isaac was used to seeing such sights in his past encounters with monsters. He never spared a monster’s life, not even one that would help him for he feared that he would be deceived.
He looked at the wall that had collapsed earlier after being thrown towards it. Apparently, it led to another part of the crypt as torches lit the room. It looked like some mage’s study room as bookcases full of old, musty books stood against the wall. A dusty table with a small lamp and some drawers was put in one corner as a window was put up high above the table to provide ventilation. There was a closed iron door that separated the study room and the room next to it.
Perhaps this place was more than a crypt than what most thought.