While exactly how is something of a mystery, it would seem that Schrader managed to convince Pentazer to travel with him, an in the form of a dragon no less. While the experienced wyvern somehow always managed to conceal his mind from the nightmare he brought with him, he made no attempt to conceal the fact that he thoroughly enjoyed the outer god’s presence. Even if the reason he enjoyed the nightmare being’s presence was a mystery to Pentazer, and much less to the surprise of Siader. And while Pentazer may have enjoyed the more sensual pleasures of the other five’s company, no such time has yet been shared with the wyvern.

On this particular excursion, Schrader convinced the abyssal dragon to accompany him into the vast, untamed Edgeland Grove, the native home of the deadly Yuliyian Reaper Vine, the historic natural border between the Yuliyia and its southern neighbor, splitting the isthmus that connected them. While this vine proved a hazard to most beings, as a carnivorous plant, for yet unknown reasons, the plant seemed harmless to dragons and wyverns alike. But what it was also known for, why dragons and wyverns visited frequently, Schrader was about to make abundantly clear to the one he brought with him.

Almost as soon as they landed in the grove, the emptiness of the local animal life was rather apparent, only the sound of certain insects, the creaking of trees in the wind, and the wind whistling through the grasses to be heard. Slowly, a new sound would present itself, a sound not dissimilar to that of large snakes moving through the mostly overgrown grass. “Of all of the technologies intelligent beings could devise, of all the studies of various occurrences and circumstance; it was in this grove that I learned the secret to ageless immortality, what was needed to summon you to our small world. It was hear that I learned of your existence beyond our temporal plane. The Grove asked for you by your knowable name, in unspeakable utterances. Like a seed, all I needed to know of you, for the grove’s benefit, took root in my mind. It was seeped into my ear, though my hearing healed.”

As the wyvern spoke, the first lingering vine would make its presence known to the abyssal dragon, at first staying well beneath notice, intent concealed from the one capable of seeing minds themselves. It made itself known as it slithered over the opposable toe of his left hind paw. While he may not have noticed it at first, his perception was reduced here, his already mysteriously limited perception of the wyvern’s mind faded into nothing more than what he could see with his manifest eyes. What he could hear with his sensitive material ears. Something of the grove was trapping him in this physical form, his entire, impossible being trapped to this one manifest state, not merely a part of him. Though that is in part why he would be so slow to notice the snaring, it was a concept that even unnerved Schrader at times, the thought that the grove might have his mind even more under its control. To Pentazer it was impossibly more stringent than the reality anchor Schwartz devised for Alcander to use during the initial summoning ceremony, more ‘organic’. While the device Schwartz designed was near perfect, requiring only that it be in contact with the manifest horror, this entrapment was more remote. It was like something was forcefully pushing all of Pentazer into a bottle of his own selection.

“You see, though to your kind this world is young, The Grove transcends even your existence. It both was and was not, yet it is as it will be and shall remain. The vine is much like you and your kin, yet also altogether different.” Almost as suddenly as it was felt, before the furry dragon had time to react, the vine coiled up around Pentazer’s left leg, shifting suddenly to pull him swiftly off his fours. Aided swiftly by another, it would wrap around the wrist of each of his forepaws, pulling them together against any amount of strength he could offer, adjusting into a single coil to bind his paws together in front of him. Shifting the ensnared cosmic horror quickly onto his back, subduing the form he was trapped within, the vines would begin to work slowly over his body, applying precise pressure to the toned musculature concealed beneath that impossibly black fur. While not easily visible to the naked eye, even well trained healthy eyes, Pentazer would be able to feel the thousands of micro-tendrils that covered the surface of the vine, moving against him in all sorts of directions like unseen digits, sometimes acting like pulsing waves along his skin. Precise pressure, specific movements to stimulate the dermal nerves, a perfect massage for a dragon to endure. But to muffle any protests and discourage attempts at escape, the plant coiled yet a new vine around his muzzle.

The wyvern, however, laid on his back willingly, he frequented this place after all. The vine and he were quite familiar with one another. Almost immediately, the plant reacted to this act, though much more tenderly than it treated Pentazer. Even as the plant coiled itself along Pentazer’s lengthy tail, one would suddenly plunge itself into Schrader’s genital slit, his twin prehensile hemipenes quickly slipping out of their hiding place. Another was testing the wyvern’s cloaca as the one on Pentazer’s tail quickly found and plunged itself into the furred dragon’s tail hole. Quickly, it made headway deeper than the cosmic horror may have recalled manifesting in this reality. As it did, another would begin to rub at the nightmare’s sheath and balls, a certain amount of slick surface secretion making what it touched all the more sensitive to its touch, replacing any pain with pleasant sensations like some twisted neurotoxin.

Plunging in deep, slipping within the furred dragon’s tail and rubbing against his prostate, the tentacle-like vine pushed in and pulled back out in a quickening rhythm. As it continued to thrust, it secreted a nectar that simultaneously numbed the stress of stretching that virgin dragon sphincter while increasing the pleasure of the sensation against the muscle and prostate. Even while the dragon attempted to resist this violation of his physical entrapment, the vines maintained a firm hold on the nightmare’s snout and forelimbs, the one massaging his sheath adjusting to coil along the now erecting breeding tool as it began to slip out of hiding. Slipping partway into the sheath’s opening, the tentacular vine secreted the same nectar from its tip, stimulating the nerves in the dragon’s phallus and housing to maximize the pleasure he would soon be feeling.

As the dragon continued toward reaching full size outside of his housing, the vines would spread Schrader’s slit a bit wider, making the reptile groan some in response, the tentacle teasing his vent slipped deep into that cloaca and began pulsating, as though pumping something into him throughout their ineraction. Coiling a vine around each of his prehensile members, the wyvern would counter the motion with a mutual coil, relaxing while the alien plant-like life form did most of the work, only slightly rolling his hips and countering the motions of the vines against his twin shafts. Squeezing and rubbing along those shafts with a couple of vines, the mysterious plant would tighten the coil around Pentazer’s luminescent length, massaging it rigorously but smoothly to force him closer to his climax.

As if knowing both of the males better than they might know themselves, the vine would adjust its pace; slowing its pace with one or picking up the pace with the other, adjusting the pressure to maximize the individuals pleasure. Wrapping a coil of vine around the wyvern’s neck, it would toy with pressure, choking him a little, but just enough to be pleasant for him, knowing just how much force to apply for the sizeable male. Drawing the pleasure out over the next few minutes, making the minutes drag for hours by the perception of the trapped furry dragon, the infamous Reaper Vine would bring the males to their substantial finish, ensuring they climaxed together. Spraying his seed from both of his breeding tools, Schrader would gasp in ecstasy as the one vine tightened some around his neck, expression making his pleasure obvious. In contrast, Pentazer growled in the unwilling orgasm he was subjected to, the cosmic horror already helplessly confined and now subject to manipulated pleasure and embarrassment.

Puling one vine out of the wyvern’s cloaca, and unwrapping itself from the wyvern’s hemipenes, the grove would leave the right one alone, only offering a few playful strokes to the left before pulling away as the climax finished. As Pentazer’s climax persisted, the vine remained momentarily buried deep within his tail, pumping in an entirely new nectar, matching the pulses of the cosmic horror’s orgasm. Any semblance of thoughts of vengeance, thoughts of destruction of the plant and the grove, any desires of retaliation faded away. This nectar, being introduced, was not merely physical in nature, but was more similar to the immaterial, more comparable to Pentazer’s own essence, though entirely different.

The grasses quickly absorbed the mess of the cosmic horror’s spilled liquid nightmare, as well as the majority of the wyvern’s semen, leaving behind only what was left on their own bodies uncleaned. Of course, Pentazer’s essence would fizzle out of existence by its own nature, that which was not soaked in by the grass. The wyvern would not be so lucky, leaving a certain amount of stickiness on his plates and scales. Closer observation would make it clear that the grass was not mere grass, but countless small tendrils of the same origin of the Reaper Vines, all connected in their rooting beneath the soil, everything organic generally consumed to leave the soil clean. Even the trees of the grove, with the vine’s task done, would fade out of their illusion to Pentazer, revealing them in their true form; large stocks of twisted vines spreading out in their tops to form a canopy of tentacles moving ever so slightly in their continual consumption of airborne particles, leaving the very air cleanly filtered. The illusion of trees that everyone sees, a mere trick of the mind played by the entity itself...

Unawares to the cosmic horror before he entered the grove, the Yuliyian Reaper Vine was another kind of entity, something with a mind of its own and plans of its own. The thing was capable of trapping the extraordinary outer god in the form he assumed, and further was able to restrain him within physical bindings. It consumed life of most kinds, but for some reason unknown and unknowable, spared and pleasured dragons and wyverns alike. And for reasons beyond comprehension or sensibility, taught Schrader what was needed to summon Pentazer to their world, and commanded the wyvern to bring the nightmare to it.