The cities of Suegon and Egon were separated by The Jungle of Id and it was Alyra Samil's job to guide travelers between them. Although the footpath Alyra followed was straightforward, the jungle itself was brimming with its own particular kind of dangers.
"Do we really have to go this way?" Remi asked his companions. He flicked the sweat from his brow and took a deep breath. "The council could make a trade route right through the jungle if they wanted to." Alyra heard the sentiment often, although only from tourists who had never experience the spirits in the jungle firsthand.
"Guides are free," Francine reminded him. "Besides, I think the scenery is rather nice." She took a sip from her water bottle. The scenery was nice, Alyra thought; the tall, curved trees that hid within their leaves strange orb-like huts, the iridescent moss shining up at them from the rocks in the valley to their left, and the cocktail of floral scents that shifted as you traveled made Alyra feel at home.
"I do wish it wasn't quite so steep. Couldn't they make the path more level?" Cam asked as he took a sip of his rapidly emptying water bottle.
The incline was steep here and it was true that it didn't save them any time so Alyra understood Cam's complaint, but they didn't advise stopping before they reached the next marker. Some zones were safer than others, less inhabited by spirits for whatever reason. Although they would make sure their charges were in no danger even if they did stop, it would slow the journey down if Alyra had to deal with anything unnecessary.
The complaints kept coming but the four managed to reach the safety marker by the comparatively cooler, yet still humid, evening. The first marker was at a clearing that overlooked much of jungle, the edge of Suegon just barely visible. Here Alyra distributed a rag to each of the members and instructed everyone to wipe the sweat from their bodies--especially their nether regions--since human sweat was like a beacon to the creatures that lived here. As they did this, Alyra set up everyone's tents, and then deposited the sweaty rags into a pouch.
By the time all this was over, it was getting dark. Although the humidity had hardly died down; Remi, Francine and Cam were settling into their tent which was on the other side of the clearing.
"Why all the way over there?" Remi yelled. He didn't need to.
"It's easier," Alyra said. "If anything tries to penetrate the camp, they'll come to me first."
Remi shrugged and returned to his tend.
Inside their own tent, Alyra stripped down to their bare body, which was kept fit from their frequent hikes between the two cities. They withdrew the first of the sweat covered rags and rubbed it over their toned legs. It was the least fragrant of the lot--yet it was still an unmistakable mix of fresh sweats from what Alyra thought was Francine's various body parts. They gently massaged the rag across their own thighs, and under their nipples.
The next rag Alyra guessed was Remi's: it had a powerful scent with a hint of sweetness beneath it. By now Alyra's penis was stiff and begged to be touched. They couldn't help but take a deep breath of the rag. As they expected, the groin was the most prominent scent.
When they could finally pull themselves away from inhaling the fumes they rubbed the rag all over their blushing face, and on their sensitive dick.
Finally, they took out Cam's rag which was comparable to Remi's in intensity, a mix of their floral perfume and sweat. This too they inhaled deeply from and found themselves they wiped on their back and between their butt cheeks. The sensation of the cloth brushing past their anus made them shiver and they almost began to finger themselves but they resisted.
After they completed the ritual the placed the rags in the pouch again and stepped into the cool night air. They saw an orange glow from the other tent, and a very interesting silhouette: Remi was thrusting into Cam from behind causing the sides of the tend to shake and distort the silhouette. Meanwhile, Francine held Cam's head in her hands and might have been pushing his face deep between her legs.
Alyra smiled; they warned the trio they should sleep in separate tents if they didn't want this to happen. That was the effect of The Jungle of Id; the deeper you went the more your libido was enhanced. Often people found themselves enjoying sexual acts they had never considered, with friends they never thought of in that way. Only those who did not experience sexual desire at all were immune.
***
Alyra was playing with their balls when the hands first started fumbling around the front of their tent, looking for the zip. They weren't sure what exactly was outside; goblins, imps and occasionally wolf-people lived in this part of the jungle. They doubted it was wolves. Wolves only appeared when they were in heat, and if a wolf in heat would shred through the tent rather than look for the zipper.
That left goblins or imps. Those two were similar in stature, although imps had much bigger penises and clits, and much wetter holes in general. Also, unlike goblins, an imp's anus was a purely sexual organ. Alyra decided it would be best to let it be a surprise and pretended to remain asleep as the hands finally found the zip and opened entrance.
Starlight and moonlight filtered inside as the flap folded over, illuminating Alyra's purposefully exposed body. They heard excited cooing and murmurs in a demonic language they recognised from its many hissing tones; these were imps.
