You are looking for the Codpiece of Kings
From Create Your Own Story
"I'm on a quest," you tell the grassy figure. "I'm searching for the Codpiece of Kings. It was stolen from Analland, and I mean to bring it back."
For a moment the grass lady remains quiet and still. Then, without warning, she melts. The blades of grass separate and fall flat and her shape disappears. But as you watch, the stems around her begin to form something else entirely. Lines and curves, twisting paths that double back on themselves. A tiny maze!
No – not quite a maze. In fact it looks more like a network of tunnels. A vast cave system, mapped out in the bent grass.
You study it, deciding to commit it to memory while you can. You note a few dead ends, including a path that turns right twice, then left twice, and another that goes right, left, then right again, leading to what looks like a tiny skull shaped in the grass.
As you trace the many routes, the longest winding tunnel seems to curl like a spiral, turn steadily right at every junction before—
The grass begins to move again.
The map dissolves, and the field of grass settles flat. You are about to turn and go when the grass shifts again and the shape of the woman emerges, as though she were rising out of some green lake.
You step back in alarm as she reaches out. She has only risen high enough that her head reaches your waist. Pilfer Grass winds around your ankles and the grass lady plants her hands on your hips to stop you from moving back any further.
You nearly panic, realizing the enchanted grass might want something from you in return for what you asked of it. But she opens your trousers and when your cock springs free it disappears into her hungry mouth.
You groan with pleasure.
She might be made of grass stems but her mouth is golden. The thickly intertwined grass blades wrap around your rod, engulfing even your balls as they massage your now fully swollen cock.
The grass lady continues to masterfully suck and "lick" your cock until your legs give out as you fire off a load down her throat.
Then she releases you and sinks back into the prairie – the grass settles flat once more.
You walk on for several hours, guarding your belongings closely, through deep thick forest. Eventually, you reach the once more, well upstream of the village you were avoiding, but now the path goes across it. Beyond you can see a long, wide track, with trees lining the left-hand edge and a wide field of long grass on the right. In the far distance, a curl of smoke indicates a village. The evening is beginning to draw in: it would be good to reach town before the light is gone.
It seems safe enough. You stride confidently across the bridge, and reach its apex in time to see a man, hurrying up the path on the other side towards you. "Halt!" he declares. "This is my bridge, and to cross, you must pay the toll!"
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