DnD Sex Edition

The will-o’-wisp is a floating orb of mutable light with a spongy flesh core. As they feed on strong negative emotions related to fear and death, they hunt their prey by luring creatures into traps. While they don’t have a mouth, they can communicate by vibrating to create sound so they can speak Common. Among their own kind, they use a more visual language. Will-o’-wisps prefer hazy surroundings so they can appear as a beacon of safety and so they can hide the trap that will kill their prey. Because they do not feed on flesh, they sometimes work in conjunction with other creatures. 

The ground beneath your boots is boggy, causing you to sink into the damp earth with every step. The darkness of the swamp surrounds you and a hazy mist rises up into the cooling night air. Hazy light flickers ahead in the distance, but you know this is no warm tavern waiting to welcome you. The will-o’-wisp is a difficult creature to track down, often becoming invisible when you get too close. This particular light, however, has been allowing you to follow it for the past mile as you continually speak of the impractical seduction you are offering. Filling the night with the same dirty talk you usually offer in bed. Or on a dusty dungeon floor. Or against a tree. Or anywhere else. You’re not picky. Obviously. The will-o’-wisp allows you to move closer, hovering at the perfect height for you to sink your dick into that unknown light, if you can get close enough. 

Make a Performance check to see if you can light up the will-o’-wisp’s world (DC 10).

On a success: The will-o’-wisp bobs up and down in the air like a buoy at sea, but it does not vanish as you finally approach. Your cock aches to experience something new here in this dank swamp. A vibrating tonal voice speaks to you from the light. “Your emotions are high. Not fear, exactly, but uncertainty is still a meal for one starving. We will try what you wish and I will relish in your passion.”  Excitement rushes through you as you move quickly to undo your pants and demonstrate that you can follow through on all of your dirty promises. The light flares brighter in response, revealing a hazy outline inside, not unlike a skull partially digested by a gelatinous cube. 

Gently, you brush against the back of the light with your finger tips. Small humming currents, like pins and needles, move up your hands in little jolts. You guide the nearly incorporeal creature on to your hard exposed cock, relishing in the slight warmth it emits. The flesh inside the light is spongy and gives way to your firm length, rather like you were driving your cock into a warm mudball. The thrill of something completely foreign exhilarates you, pushing you to start thrusting rhymically against the creature. As you lose yourself to this odd conjoining of species, you begin to feel zaps as if from a weakened lightning wand against your cock. With each thrust, the shocks get stronger. Pain and pleasure begin to merge. What happens if you take too much electrical damage to your dick? Will you have nerve damage? How will you explain this to the cleric? The light of the will-o’-wisp flares brighter even as you begin to worry about your dick and you redouble your efforts, assuming brighter light means more enjoyment. Your efforts reach a tipping point as the pain and pleasure merge and you come on a blinding high of the most exquisite pain you’ve felt. The light immediately vanishes as you come, leaving you breathless in the dark swamp. 

PC takes 2d8 electricity/lightning damage and must navigate back through difficult terrain with their own light source. 

On a fail: The will-o’-wisp brightens like a flare and speaks with a vibrating tonal voice. “Your emotions are high, but I think I’ll wait until you are near death to feed from you. 

The  will-o’-wisp disappears as it becomes invisible. The PC is immediately beset upon by a marsh giant who was using the will-o’-wisp as a lure. Initiate combat with the swamp being difficult terrain.