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Yura's hand remains between them, it's an important push that keeps them professional at most times. Uriah truly has offered her so much, just like Na and Usha, those two who want to see the world shift and change.

To take anything more, to be selfish isn't something she's allowed herself to be. Even with their benefactor, even with a few of their allies, she never is greedy.

Even a lingering exchange of words with their rivals, that green haired crocodile like woman, proclaiming her affection for all those that follow her. Truly opposites to Yura, who despite her kiss remains just out of reach.

"I just wanted to be sure." She's always so strong, Yura's wrists barely budge as she leans forward towards Uriah. "What's the point of giving me everything, if you forget what you want? A blade without motivation, is dull right?"

She leans her head down and bites the strings of her own shirt, pulling them lose before Uriah as her top opens to show her chest. "We have thirty minutes most likely... so? Why do I still have my clothes on?"

#soulflatter #🌊 || ic #🌊 || uriah

Dancing with her opponents was simpler. Navigating conversation and talks of wants and desires... she, always the one to take the fall for others, selflessly giving because it gave her purpose, floundered. She wasn't supposed to be selfish, there were others who's needs were greater, who's purposes more noble and significant.

But then... she supposed, that's why Yura mattered so much more. Someone who saw a greater purpose to fulfill, and didn't spurn Uriah despite a purported worth. That's why Uriah fought, because she wanted to. That's why...

"Thirty minutes... fine. Then, I want you."

Yura is released as the duelist's hands move to grab her hips, both to pull Yura close to her as well as to start working away her clothes. Leaning her head in, she can't stop herself- if she was allowed to be greedy in this moment, so be it. Uriah's teeth graze the skin of her neck, only nibbling for now, but the pressure was there.

And all the while, leaving Yura's hands free to do as they pleased, with a vague hope she'd match her desire.

Pandora's large frame is happily hugging the centaur, like she's looking up at once of her darling creations and the centaur is holding her back. It's a tender bit of romance, almost slightly dampened by the girl suspended by cocks underneath being fucked relentlessly.

They're both cruelly ensuring not an inch is wasted, every thrust reaches deep both ways, and sooner or later it happens. The sudden and hot burning feeling of cum rushing down her throat and into her stomach, the centaur's own flood hitting Merah like a torrent. Her womb as packed full as the day Noul had used her, expanding and hanging from her current positions.

Pandora's own load isn't any lesser, down her throat it only has one place to go. Merah forced to deal with the ultimately humiliation of being cum through one way, and cumflated the other.

And they just keep moving their hips, uncaring if Merah can survive or not. Pandora driving her cock deeper as she leans down while fucking her throat to attempt to attach those reverse saddle bindings.

Only a clasp or two more and Merah's fate as a sleeve for this centaur until she breaks is sealed. Harsh pump after pump, there's a chance perhaps Merah might be a mother once more to the monster that's destined to wear her as it's sleeve. And Pandora seems all the more delighted by it.

"I've hardly seen what creations my toys can make, the big ones don't often do it..and the little ones, I burn atop the things they're fucking. Why would I want new spirits in this world?" Pandora laughs, another clasp, another hot torrent to expand that already hanging belly as Merah chokes on cum from Pandora's cock.

"But then Noul runs away...tries to be a normal thing, and from what I can tell you made something. Outworlders are so odd, I'll have you recreate that for me." Another hot pulse, the 2nd to last clasp.

It's a miracle Merah is alive or awake. Capable of handling Noul's load, she can surely handle more and more. The final click.... it's over.

Pandora stands and slowly pulls her cock out, the excess cum from her loads had been cumming through Merah and out the other end without any more room to fill. "Pwah~ Look a that, your toy is all e-"

Though Merah can't see it, perhaps resigned to her new role as a breeding sleeve. Something swings, it's slash is harsh and heavy.

The centaur bucks up, it's cock bulging against Merah's throat with such a thrust as it braces itself against something.

"What is this..."

Pandora's attention is taken away, even her cock vanishes as she molds some monsters together. The goblin swarm that followed seems riled up, a frenzy occurs and a melee ensues. Merah's unable to see it, but the centaur is even fighting in the mix.

Clashing with something, had a mercenary group arrived? The militia? A horde of people to see her dangling with a giant belly beneath this beast, a small price to pay to be saved but still shameful.

Metal clashes, red splatters, Merah has to suffer the sounds of battle while having her brain fucked numb by this beast, choking on cum and the bulge in her throat.

Only for the centaur to be toppled, a slash runs so close to her, the saddle is broken and Merah falls to the ground.

Around her monsters are torn apart, even Pandora is grimacing. Perhaps she had not prepared for this, her creations are hampered. She's expended far too much energy today making a gaggle of beasts, then all of this?

Any other day she'd be good to go but, standing over Merah with red dripping everywhere is a towering figure.

A lone knight. Wielding a long sword. Her presence sends goblins running, and Pandora dragging her pained centaur back into her ethereal arms.

"Outworlder~ Aren't you lucky... so..fucking lucky." Her voice carrying a hiss as Pandora elects to retreat.

#soulflatter #🌊 || merah #🌊 || ic

In an almost ironic bit of cohesive thought, before it all drifts away in the tide of primal desire forced out of her body, she thinks of worse things. As if her suffering would make this any less awful. As if what she was experiencing wasn't the most crushing, shameful thing anyone had to endure...

There was something worse. Only to her, and this wasn't much better, but...

She just wished she could do something- anything, other than be stuck in place and swallow. Her jaw ached, her body was sore, she wasn't sure how much more she could even take, and they'd only just gotten started. And with how impossible it was to breathe, knowing that it was going to be harder and harder to even stay awake, let alone stay focused-

A shock of pleasure forces a scream out of her, body spasming against the restraints, soaking that bestial shaft in her juices- it didn't help make things any easier. Not while she was forced to accept every overwhelming inch of both her assailants, and definitely not when she started getting pumped full of seed.

It was a fight not to choke that she was already losing, as her stomach gets heavier and her whole world gets darker from lack of air. The fact that she was still awake was a miracle, or maybe a curse from her perspective... she can't even tell what the blue one was yammering on about. All she could hear was the sound of skin on skin, a large flood of liquid moving... focusing on anything was impossible.

There isn't any relief when Pandora pulls out, her throat didn't feel any less stuffed, the only sound that reaches her was the click of a latch that sealed her fate as this thing's sleeve.

God, this can't be how it ends... she couldn't be stuck like this, it couldn't end like this-

There's a sudden jerk she feels, the motion driving the rest of the air from her lungs, feeling an impossible pressure at the back of her throat- her conscious is fading rapidly. She couldn't hang on much longer, not that staying awake helped her any- it wasn't like she could see in her position, poor angle and failing eyesight and all.

Nothing to do about it. Nothing for her except to let everything around her go black...

The ground is what shakes her back to awareness, hitting it hard enough at an angle that she's forced to come to, finally catching her breathe. Just a little, and just enough to look to her savior...

Lucky. Some kind of twisted luck it must be then... All she can manage is to lift her hand to the other, before she loses consciousness again.

Slowly she feels the terror that's sinking into her body, even as pain is told to be pleasure, even as that twisted appendage on her body continues to lay eggs inside Deeper.

Thick plop by plop, spurts of hot seed to fertilize, everything that could be done to make this shaft of hers a horrible monstrous thing. A thing that Deeper should be overjoyed to be attached to, that she should be enjoying every moment of this odd breeding.

Her hips crush Flavia's, her hands push on her body, slowly as much as Flavia struggles, she can feel the ocean tide running over her face. And in the depths of Deeper's frenzy, should help not arrive. Flavia knows she'll either break by her body, be buried in the sand, or drown.

Yet despite all of it, her body still reacts, it still sways, it still keeps giving Deeper all her desires want. Even if it's all twisted and misled.

Then it stops, Flavia doesn't know what's happening, she's been barely conscious for the last few minutes. Water is rushing over her face, her kicking is ceasing, yet suddenly Deeper's weight is lifted off her. The tentacles are untangled and yanked away.

The water rushed over her, dragging her broken hips, her tentacles wings and tail, everything that made her a monster was dragging in the sand beside her own shame. At least the main appendage had left, but the tentacles were curious and eager at the presence of another girl.

Even when Flavia snapped too, her first actions were a pathetic push against Suina, jumping up only to fall back against the sand, unable to move.

"Please...." Who does she tell her to call, can she even use her phone anymore after all that water?

It hurts so much, she knows one who could fix it all but... that means calling a monster. Even worse than Deeper... no she just needs to get home.. she knows who she can ask for help but.

Reaching out she offers the phone, sliding her hand across it to open. It hurts too much but she knows someone, with scary but kind eyes.

"The 8th number. I... just tell her, it's the girl she helped mail a latter with."

It's that tall woman, the one with piercing yellow and red eyes. The one that looked like she more than human, the one she banked on mailing stuff home before Edina caught her.

Antonina... someone so kind, surely would help them?

#soulflatter #🌊 || ic #🌊 || suina

There were stories of people getting upset at receiving any kind of aid for being touched without their permission, even in an emergency. It slipped her mind completely until the girl put distance between them, but...

She was in too sorry a state to be making any sudden movements like that. It didn't bother her in the slightest, her odd additions- she'd lived with Deeper for a good portion of her life, her tolerance for invasive touch was much higher than the average. Flavia might've tried to make distance, but all it served to do was worry the Siren.

Suina approaches again, kneeling by her side- and just on time to receive the phone from those trembling hands. Her heart ached for this poor girl... but her mind still couldn't wrap around what she saw. Still, it won't stop her from following the instructions given, reaching her free hand down in a vague hope of comforting Flavia, while the other held the device to her ear.

It was thankfully simple. Her lack of skill with technology wouldn't be a concern. And once the line connected, she'd start-

"The girl you mailed a letter with- please help immediately, it's an emergency! She's in really bad shape... but I... don't have a location... can you find us? Please...?"

Her gaze drifts down to the victim again, forgetting to end the call- it was fine. If they were coming, maybe it'd help to stay connected anyway.

"... I'll stay by your side until help arrives, I promise. I'll protect you."

"So fast, perhaps even at pace with Avra but." Yura's fingers start to dance all over, she's not even aiming at any erogenous zone. Slowly sliding her hands all over Uriah's body, as if she's worshiping her soft skin right now.

Yura doesn't get any closer, she's only inches away and their bodies are close. But all she seems to want to do is touch, soft all the spots that aren't so sensitive and vulnerable right now.

"Right now, you're not really moving at all are you..."

Under her chest, around her abs and biceps. When Yura reaches down her pants, she avoids her crotch and runs her digits down her thighs and then around to her ass. Only gliding across, never groping.

"Like a knight in full plate, without her steel. A brigand like me, allowed to steal what I want?" After a little more working her up, Yura leans in to steal that kiss.

A tongue mixing one, just enough to rile her up before Yura pushes her back and away, it's a surprise since she couldn't out match her unbound strength. A few dancing paces, this rival warrior of hers, this girl given purpose to see the future Yura might carve.

But as always Yura is just out of reach, purposely just out of her grasp. "Nothing to make even, no jealousy~ So no need to.... finish right?"

Will she really just leave her stimulated like that?

#soulflatter #🌊 || ic #🌊 || uriah

She calls herself a brigand, to raid and pillage and destroy, and she certainly had the wits and power to do so... but she doesn't. She doesn't take, even when Uriah gives. And this warrior has offered her everything: her loyalty, her belongings, her life. Time and time again, she's handed her own survival on a silver platter to be used as the perfect scapegoat... and it's never taken.

Her struggle to hide her needs and desire is a futile one, the usually-stoic, stone-faced Uriah failing to disguise her rosy cheeks or furrowed brow. How cruel, to be touched so attentively, but indecisively. Leading her on, and on- until she's met with a kiss at her fever's pitch.

Without realizing it, as Yura's tongue invades her mouth, she'd started to lean into it- and only by getting pushed from her (something that catches her off-guard) and kept at length does Uriah finally move.

She wasn't lying. The speed at which she captures the other girl and pushes her back against the closest wall was jarring, her hands gripping Yura's arms tightly, face hovering close once again. There, in their intimacy, would this trickster see Uriah's clenched teeth and frustration.

"You're so... I... gah- of course I'm jealous...! I had to run, to feel useless while the others were in danger... you won't use me, even when I am ready to take the fall for you... how can I not feel envious of others being more useful, when I want to do so much more for us...!? For you..."

"All I have to offer is my steel, and my life... what am I, stripped of it...?"

"About me~ I'm so wicked aren't I? Helping those the Ordained mistreat, oh even filling in with the fields left untended by the Faro Sea's war. And the cult." She knows, that's why she's running her finger up and down her front.

What should be steel and hard muscle, a tough shell to crack, is squishy and soft. As soft as her breast, as soft as her thigh.

"So? You didn't answer. Want a kiss to make it even?"

#soulflatter #🌊 || ic #🌊 || uriah

"You're very frustrating. That much is certain... but I am not above tilling and sowing." She scoffs, Yura's sarcasm earning an eye-roll- and then a glare, lips tightening at her intrusive touch.

"Don't be mistaken... I still have my strength, and I'm even faster now... if you push the wrong buttons, Yura, I can retaliate much, much faster than you expect..."

The strength she needs to move her heavy body now unburdened... but she doesn't take action. There's no attempt on Uriah's part to stop her. Just a simple look to the side, scowling, face reddened by that finger- just a single finger, to take advantage of her fresh, sensitive skin.

Still avoiding Yura's eyes, she finally mutters a reply. "... there's nothing to make even..."

"But you do know better, and it's because of her we were able to secure a ship out of Bujang before the Rainmaker wrung our necks." Usha is probably still recovering from that.

"Why? Jealous? Want a kiss to make it even?"

#soulflatter #🌊 || ic #🌊 || uriah #shell shed > vulnerable > grouchy and irritable and soft

"I said nothing ill of our benefactor, thank you very much. We're fortunate to have her. But I was talking about you. I swear, if it wasn't for our existing deeds, someone might mistake us for a wandering brothel on some days."

She might've stood a better chance to help the others... but her shell's been shed recently... and there's no comment on 'jealousy' from her.

"I've never known any other so willing to commit grave deeds... for the cost of a kiss... I would call her shallow if I didn't know better..."

#🌊 || dash commentary #🌊 || uriah

The little force Flavia can muster as part of her own body fights her, how it acts with it's own motivation and need to spread what most likely isn't even usable seed or eggs. Knowing Lenora, anything that'll come from those eggs won't resemble anything but a fake life or monstrosity.

Yet as she fights to peel them apart, uttering words that would sting any beast seeking love, even if it's one sided and foul. Flavia doesn't notice the anger she's triggered in Deeper, not until the ground shakes. Everything rumbles as dust and dirt are kicked up, Flavia's arms and body twisted as a piercing look rolls down upon her.

"N-no don't.." She fights it, those strong arms of hers for a girl her size, are nothing compared to Deeper's. Twisting her arms to the point of almost breaking before pushing them to Deeper's hips. As if to make Flavia appear to be the one making love, to be chasing that release.

"D-deeper please...it...it's not meant to go like this.. only, only with someone you love." She pleads one last time, but Deeper's words shake fear into her. Just as she's about to ask one more time, the monster starts to harshly change her process.

It's no longer gently dragging her into that pleasure, it's violence masking as love. How hard she moves, even with that filled womb of eggs, how much she's squeezing Flavia, and how harshly her body hits hers.

Flavia bits her lip but she can't hold it in, screams of pain begin but soon it changes, her body breaking as commands dictate that pleasure ought to be welcomed as pleasure.

Minutes into what must be torture, Flavia is squirting against Deeper, her tongue hanging out as she whimpers from the pain and pleasure. She can feel something break in her hips, but where it should hurt it only sends her tumbling into an orgasm.

A keen creature would see all the flaws in this, but for those lost in their own needs. They'll only see Flavia falling into pleasure against Deeper, her tentacles working the monster's insides in a more passionate intimate way. Acting as if their life depended on it, as for all the parasite attached to Flavia knows, it does.

Joining Deeper in life and death as Flavia slowly sinks into the sand, water on the ocean's edge rolling in for the tide. If Deeper continues, her partner would find herself slowly being smothered by the ocean as her nails drag down Deeper's ass.

#soulflatter #🌊 || ic #🌊 || deeper #🌊 || suina

Was it like this for her mother? How she even came to be? When the one her mother chose as her mate joined her, to create Deeper, was it just like this? Was there love? Did her mother, cruel thing that she was, love another? Was she satisfied? Did it feel good?

Or was it like Deeper's experience? Was it supposed to feel empty? Unfulfilling? Like it isn't even what she wanted, despite being the one to capture Flavia. Like she was chasing some delusional fantasy that maybe, just maybe, she could force someone to love her and give her the love she wanted so badly. That maybe she wasn't cursed to suffer in isolation. She grips her victim's arms tighter- she knew her strength, but Flavia was a tough girl, she would be fine. It was fine.

All Flavia would see of the Siren's face were those eyes. The eyes of a creature that couldn't hope to fathom the right way. Emotions were chemicals she could manipulate, just like the photons surrounding her in the atmosphere, or the muscles in both their bodies, forced to move in heartless motion. She studied this, she knew the process, it was supposed to go just like this. They should've achieved a perfect climax of their emotions and efforts. Her hips keep moving, Flavia clawing against her skin spurring her on. But it wasn't enough.

Instead, she hears Flavia's distorted cries, no motivation from the girl once so ever. Everything that's happening at this point is entirely because Deeper is forcing it to. This wasn't right. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She keeps moving her body, but it didn't matter to her whether or not her partner was enjoying it.

It wasn't working. It wasn't right. It was broken. Something was broken. Something is wrong. It couldn't be Flavia. She could only blame the girl beneath her, but she knew the answer already. Her mother had always been right about her, and despite her selfish, desperate attempts over and over to change her fate and the way the world looked at her, the truth remained.

Deeper was broken. A predator that couldn't kill. A daughter that couldn't be loved. A sister that was never there. She could disappear and nothing would be lost. Her concentration ebbs, darkness fading to natural light as it goes. She was, in a horrible way, worse than her mother, incapable of understanding what she was doing wrong. A well and true monst-

"D... Dee...? Deeper... what... are you doing?"

A voice calls out from the water, and it was like all the pressure in a bubble was released at once. The weight shifted, the movement stopped, excluding Deeper turning her head back- -and seeing her dearly beloved friend, Suina, at the worst time possible.

Everything inside of her turned to ice, the most visceral sensation of horror she'd ever experienced- she didn't bother with a response. There were no words to convey. She had exactly one option.

Darkness shrouds Deeper once again, enveloping the immediate area as she hastily dismounts Flavia- the harm was done, there wasn't much more she could've done to the girl to make it worse beyond killing her. She could only make her frantic escape by obscuring herself and the underwater world, well aware that there was no coming back from this. This was far past the line of reason. Suina wouldn't be able to forgive her.

And poor Suina wouldn't understand anything in the slightest. All she recognized was the tell-tale signs of her friend, and how odd it was to see them so far away from home. Let alone the immediate worry and panic she felt seeing some poor girl left brutalized and abandoned in the sand and growing tide.

Compared to what just happened, this was incredibly gentle and soothing; the Siren's song lulled and called on the sea, saltwater rising around Flavia to move her body lightly along the sand and away from the tide. She coaxed it on, and the water obeyed, both sea monster and sea trying their best to ease the girl's misery.

"Oh goddess, you poor thing- j-just, hang in there- can you speak...? Hey, it's gonna be okay... augh, I... I just don't know any healing at all... please, if you can, is there anyone I can take you to? Someone that can aid you..."

She holds the girl's hands in her own, Suina's stress and worries reflected in her voice and expression. It didn't matter what she looked like, why Deeper was here, what was happening- all she knew was that this poor girl needed help.

"Shut your fucking mouth Outworlder." Pandora gives Merah would like touch of encouragement as she's fuming, using her large long fingers to roughly fuck the girl for a moment. Yanking her hips towards Pandora's towering body, pulling upwards as Merah's cumfilled heavy belly sways with every pull. "These fingers, look you're almost cumming but ah~"

"Oh I know now, hahah~" Pushing her back, slapping her ass hard to watch as Merah starts to move. "Before I sent the beast to the North, Noul did say she fucked some tiny slut. Was that YOU?"

Pandora's words are purposely loud and echoing, so Merah can hear as she rushes away in shame. She's given some time, but something glaring might seep into the mind of Merah.

She has to get far enough to break the tether, but there was no mention of time limit, or what would even stop her...

It's not until a few minutes later as Merah is nearly out of the forest, entering the long grass as she pushes towards the village. That she would hear it...the stomp of something huge following her.

It tramples and rushes, it's the centaur running her down. It hardly gives Merah time to react as it rushes into her, sending her falling into the grass and to the ground.

Kicking her harshly and rolling her until the girl is left ass up in the dirt. Beside her two feet land on the ground and seemingly the individual grows in size.

Pandora had shrunk to ride the centaur down the hill, now walking to the ground to lean down before Merah. Grabbing her hands and holding them in place on the floor, keeping Merah in the right position as the centaur steps over them.

There's barely a moment, she's already gaping from the monsters from before, so one push of the centaur spears her insides in a single through. It's beast legs stand straight as it lifts Merah from the ground, the bulge running up her body is suspending her as Pandora seems to be moving her hands up towards something.

A click and Merah might realize one arm is latched to a sort of reverse saddle.

"Outworlder you losstttt~" A hand pushes on Merah's head and pushes her back towards the base of the centaur's cock inside her. That bulge hitting her neck, the dangling of straps on her sides.

It's clear Pandora means to tie her to the beast as a living sleeve, and just as Merah gasps for air in taking that cock. Pandora presents her own, pushing its massive tip into the woman's mouth, and using that face fucking to force Merah back into position for the rest of the straps and restraints.

"Oh good boy, you like your new sleeve? Hmm." Pandora reaches up to remake the centaur into a stunning woman with fat breasts, so she has something to play with while she face fucks Merah.

She can't waste time making a call back. But Pandora was definitely high on Merah's shit list now.

There was no world or state of being she felt she could've ever outrun a horse- not without some divine intervention or spontaneous power. Bad enough as it was to be forced to run barefoot through the trees, swearing and yelping in pain from the rough terrain, but to be made to run it at a deficit, all that added weight inside her... this was cruel.

She just had to make it to the village, and the relief she felt when the ground beneath her gave way to soft grasses was palpable. It renewed her will to sprint harder, motivated further by the sight of distant houses, kicking off with newfound strength and-

The world spins. She hits the ground and she hits it hard, her body still tumbling- the shock of a harsh impact striking her, forcing her to continue to roll. Finally coming to a stop, and still grateful for the softer terrain- it could've hurt so much worse.

Her body hadn't caught up to the pain she felt and that immediate soreness that'd come with it, before someone was posing her suddenly and against her will. Pandora is registered finally as the culprit, but that was the least of her issues- without warning, something brutally massive shoved its way right inside of her, spreading her legs and brushing past her inner walls until it was settled.

She couldn't keep up. Her mouth left hung open in total shock as her body is lifted by this beast's enormous shaft alone, and its partner in crime continuing to make it worse for Merah. Amidst being tied, her mind finally manages a coherent thought of 'BREATHE', so she musters her body to gasp- -just in time for Pandora to slot right into her waiting hole, her throat spasming hard at being denied. There was no room or option otherwise, she couldn't suck on it even if she wanted to.

No, there was nothing she could do. As she's spitroasted between the two beings, massive cocks pushing back and forth against every inch of her insides, the only thing she could possibly hope for would be to die from lack of oxygen.

And that thought alone sends tears rolling down her cheeks. How completely and utterly shameful, to be made to endure this. How absolutely cruel to be debased so completely...

"Oh don't be like that, we've just started and I can't decide if I want to allow an even larger swarm to prance over and help themselves to you. Or if I want to make something really big to fuck you up more?"

Pandora steps back a few paces, turning to think for a moment. The goblin like creatures simply continue their assault, the one hammering away at Merah's womb seems to be in a state of bliss while the others who don't have a hole to work with simply rub themselves over every part of her body.

Her hair, arms, chest, everything. Rubbing across her face, some of them wanting to shut her up by using her throat, but Merah has far too much fight for any of them to risk it.

"Now now I should think before they blow such fertile loads inside you. You know how badly spirits wish to bind to this world, they'll take any avenue if they're desperate enough. Ah!" Pandora seems to grasp an idea, only it's too late.

All of them start to cum at once, Merah's womb is flooded and forced to swell with see. Her body is coated in cum, her hair messed up, her face used to wipe excess of. Even one brave one takes a chance to dump his load down her throat. Balls slapping on her chin as they swarm her to get their excitement off.

"I know. Pull out you pathetic fuckers." Pandora walks over to yank a few back, the pile of them scrambling to reveal a Merah so full, all her holes so stuffed she might as well look beyond nine months pregnant already. Choking, coughing up cum as Pandora looms over her.

"There's a village a mile from here, close enough. I'll give you a few minutes head start." Pandora plucks her weapon away, her clothes, and seemingly wraps a magic collar around Merah's neck.

"The length of this, it'll break if you get far enough. But if you don't I think..." She stands up, leash in hand, a leash to ensure she doesn't bounce realities.

Her many hands form something huge, grabbing goblins and crushing them into magic and blood. One by one, combining spirits into what looks like a monstrous centaur. Towering in stature, a beast like upper body and thunderous hooves. And of course, something massive under it.

"If it catches you, you'll be riding it underneath for as long as I see fit. So run girl...carry that fat belly of yours and run ahaha. Outworlder, stain to our beloved blue marble. It's the kindness you don't deserve."

The thought that someone might find her like this, swarmed and completely helpless, at the whims of another horrible woman- someone who's rescued her before, they might start to think she does this for fun. Like she wants this. Like playing with danger and getting caught, punished for it, is a game to her.

It's infuriating. To keep trying so hard like she does, and still fail in the most shameful ways... if she grit her teeth any harder, her gums might start bleeding. Frustration builds to its limit and she can't stop the tears that spill from her eyes- it was almost a relief when they finally had enough. Almost.

They were right to avoid her mouth because, undeterred by it being invaded by something so large so suddenly, she still musters the spite to bite as hard as she can on it. It wouldn't stop them from having their way, but...

Choking on shaft and being marked all over, inside and out, was exactly as unpleasant as it was from the start. None of it felt anywhere near as good as it did her last time, with Noul... damn. Not a thought she expected to have, after the rough state she was left in, but at least there was something pleasurable about it.

She couldn't process anything for a moment- Merah was still coming down from the excitement, not given the decency of a proper finish, and she really, really did not enjoy having to swallow all of that...

First she heard enough, then she heard plenty more as her attention is brought to focus, stripped of everything except a collar. A collar.

She's so unbelievably angry, and the fact that she couldn't do anything about it made her want to explode outright.

"... I'm... gonna get... out of this... stupid world... and the next time... I see you... I'm gonna break... every finger you have... one at a time...! I hate you...!!"

Nothing for it. She'll have to do her best to recover her energy and surpass her encumbrance, making the first shaky steps to flee from Pandora. Once she gets going, she'll be able to work out most of her extra weight... hopefully.

God, she did NOT need another egg situation. Please, don't let anything be stuck inside her again...

Off she goes, running now, out of breath and struggling, but determined not to get caught again.

"M-monsters.."

Flavia pulls and pushes, she can feel those eggs slipping out of the end of her appendage, how Deeper's body coils and reacts to it. She can feel her clamping down, just as much as Deeper's hands squeeze and force Flavia to panic.

Memories of that day are flashing before her eyes, memories of everything are overwhelming her. As much as she kicks and pulls, she can't get it out. Her breath is short and shallow, gasping for little licks of air as Deeper drags her closer.

Whatever external feelings Deeper is showing are lost on Flavia, she's coiled in this embrace and it feels like a nightmare taking her over. Unlike last time she's left without anything corroding her senses, her body just allowed to spill all it's desires and passions unto someone she does not wish to show them.

"D-deeper pull it out..out please..I'm begging you.." It tightens more, another egg passes, and Flavia feels her soul sinking. She feels her face red and her panic crushing her.

"N-no no... no you're not.. it can't be I won't... not with something they did to me.. not with it no no no." These changes forced on her always, whatever strange thing that's on her body keeps pumping eggs and seed inside. Even Deeper's womb is stuffed by now, expanding as Flavia struggles.

"N-never with you. Never..never never!"

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For a moment, she's so preoccupied with holding her own growing stomach, full of Flavia's eggs, still processing the encounter as a whole. This should be such a delightful moment for her, to be so excited to be... mating. But the feeling that something isn't right, that she's not satisfied or enjoying it fully, keeps pervading her. It's frustrating. This should finally be the moment that she can feel happy about herself.

'Never with you.'

A chord is struck within her. Seconds pass when she's obscured by her own tentacles, still sitting atop Flavia, still mounted- but then it all comes down at once.

Deeper's hands come down on either side of her prey, hard enough that it shakes the ground, kicking up sand in a large cloud. Between that and her limbs, it wouldn't have been possible to see her face at all- but the way the world around them both darkens, and the furious glow of her eyes, pierce the obfuscation like the abyssal horror that she is.

Tentacles wrap around Flavia's wrists, pulling her hands to the Siren's hips, forcing her to hold them. Her legs are still pinned, but the shifting of the other's body against that inhuman shaft was proof enough:

Deeper isn't finished. It had to be that they just weren't doing it right, right? Flavia wasn't trying. Maybe she did something wrong. It was supposed to be fulfilling. Satisfying. This was the capstone of her existence. It wasn't right. It wasn't right. She needs to do it right. Her voice breaks through the tense air, more clear than it's ever been before.

"You need to try, Flavia. Take this seriously..."

Her hips start moving again, her movements harsh and aggressive, uncaring if her strength might be hurting Flavia. People talked about hips being sore afterwards as a positive, right? It's all about effort.

If Flavia wasn't going to make the effort, Deeper would force her. Moving her hands with her many limbs, even working her prey's own hips for her- this would be exactly what she wanted and the girl beneath her was going to enjoy it.

One way or another.

"It's nothing! Nothing nothing nothing!" Flavia starts to thrash, though it's her body mixing with Deeper's, nothing that is wrapping around Deeper is doing so willingly. Flavia fights it with all her might, pulling on her hands but she can't break their interlocked fingers.

As the monster entangles her, Flavia's wings feel constricted, her tail is beating on Deeper's thigh to let her down. Blood drips down her lip as she bites down on her own flesh, but her tentacles, that cock consumed by Lenora's changes surge to explore what they were trying to claim.

A female is theirs, why would they ever pull out. "L-let me go, let me go! See you don't know what it is!"

"D-damnit! Not like this no." Deeper pushes her down more, her hands are pinned up at her sides as Deeper pounces on her. Riding, chasing that thrill that Flavia's body is giving over to her.

"Out.. out. Untangle us please..Deeper you said it right? Friends? The start?" She can feel them coiling around that appendage as it ravages her, she can feel Deeper's body closer and closer. She feels a pain in her neck, and the fear that surges with it.

"H-home... home right?" Her body twists and tenses up, she hates the feeling but she knows it well. The thralls already dragged every fun ounce of that tentacle they could out of Flavia's body.

And now, Deeper's the next to indulge in the slow passage of something round passing through that tentacle. And into Deeper's core.

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This should've been everything she could ever want and more. Not only was she getting the close touch she craved from Flavia, but something that she thought was impossible was happening, the girl beneath her was... she was going to impregnate her.

The sensation of having someone she needs, so far inside and overstimulating her, couldn't be compared to any experience she's ever had. The idea of pulling away or separating from her was something her body wouldn't accept. This was unavoidable.

... yet she felt... wrong. She didn't know how her mother had gone about making her, how her beloved Suina came to be, but this experience filled her heart with lead. Like she's committed a grave taboo against something spiritual.

Her eyes meet her captive's for a moment, and the conflict she feels is bare for anyone to see: whatever was going on before with the Siren and her obsession with the girl, now was wavering. The face of a girl who's consequences were finally dawning on her, if only a little bit. Whether or not she felt regret was hard to say, but it was clear from her worried expression that this wasn't what she expected.

It's far too late now. Tendrils from the sea monster coil and squeeze around her prey, clinging to Flavia desperately as she reached her own limit.

Her body trembles, squeezing the poor girl tighter, but never so strong as that day she tried to kill her. Deeper's hips instinctively moved on her own, grinding finally starting to slow to a stop when she came- and that stoic, mysterious composure of hers finally broke.

She gasped as something slowly pumped inside of her, sweat intermingling with the remnant droplets of saltwater and her own tears dripping down. She couldn't tell why she started crying, but that was a new sensation on its own and out her ability to understand in this moment.

It was the best experience she's ever had, and yet the most shocking and bizarre, that left nothing to hide. And she finally breaks the silence with a deep breath:

"... why... did you... have this...? You... you were not... like this... before... F-Flavia, am... I... impregnated...?"

The way she talks is sickening for Flavia, it's what she'd want to hear in almost any normal instance. That someone might want her genuinely, but even Deeper's words have that twist to them.

They want her, they want that faith, that feeling of control and breaking of trust. They want her for their own perverse fantasies, and struggle as Flavia may, she can't fight her strength. She can't stop them slowly rolling her backwards, feeling their tentacles wrap around each other and slowly drag them closer.

"P-please you won't...you don't have to. L-look you said you wanted to go back to that right? Right to the start, help me find a shop I needed and end...over. Right?"

But as Deeper pulls her closer, as she can feel that new tentacle produce, Flavia knows what Deeper desires now. "T-this..this isn't love, this isn't...isn't.. uhhghh.."

She pushes and pulls on their interlocked hands, fingers entwined as the slow push of that new large ovipositor brushes against Deeper's entrance, tentacles from both sides aiding in it's slow and powerful push upwards.

Coiling then pushing right into Deeper's depths as Flavia's head is thrown back, gasping on her lack of air as all of it exits her lungs. "No no no out...I-I don't love you, I don't..."

They're nearly bound, their tentacles wrapped perfectly. Flavia needs not thrust her hips, the ovipositor is coiling and uncoiled to make her feel good anyways.

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There wasn't any other relationship she had with another sapient creature than the one she has with Flavia. It was completely unique and, in a way, navigating it was something too far out of her scope of social interaction and mentality. Deeper fully understood the consequences of her actions- the problem was that she didn't care.

This was a wonderful fantasy made real to her, but it just never went exactly the way she wanted.

Something slithers beneath her, between her legs, that she knew wasn't one of her own many limbs or any of Flavia's new appendages that she spotted. This one was spontaneous, and when it pushed inside of her, the girl gasps aloud in surprise. "A-Aagh... Fla...via... what is that...?"

Was she... was the girl she'd been preying on something more this whole time? How did she keep such a thing hidden? Why couldn't she stop rocking her hips...? Deeper... wanted this, but how was this even happening?

"Flavia...~! It-it... is so big... h-how can this... be...~? Oughn... I-I... I have n-not... done this... before... t-too... too m-m-much...~!"

This really was fantasy... what would happen if they continued? Would... she become a mother? She couldn't... she couldn't be one, not yet... she never could've imagined this sort of scenario really happening to her, especially like this.

... was she enjoying it? It felt so good, as pleasure rolled across her nerves like erratic waves on a stormy ocean, she couldn't possibly bring herself to stop. She also felt... unsure. Anxious. Even afraid.

But she wasn't going to stop. Even as she hunches forward, arms on either side of the girl beneath her to support herself, Deeper's body responded in kind to her prey's- as if some untapped natural part of her biology had awakened.

"Flavia...~"

The kick to the one goblin like monster sends it's cock right inside, and with that they all scramble to have their parts of her. Latching onto Merah's body, it starts to fuck her without a care in the world, as if it's only purpose was to shoot it's load and perish.

The others are no different, they rub their shafts across her skin, her nipples and arms. They treat her like every inch of her body is just something to ooze their pre-cum onto.

All while the stranger approaches a bit more, looming over them all with a curious look.

"Why? Why? Hmm." She pauses but the monsters do not, instead Merah can feel the one thrusting savagely into her knocking at her womb with it's disproportionate cock despite it's relatively short height.

"Because outworlder, you not only smell of that stain cult. You're an outworlder too, and why.." She taps the creatures head, it's cock growing in size inside Merah.

"You already smell like you've met one of my creations..Haha you're already a monster fucker aren't you?"

Disgusted. It's the one feeling in her that's stronger than the pleasure her body was being forced to experience. That they were treating her like some kind of toy to get off with, that she couldn't do a thing to destroy each and every one of them... She hates this so much.

The massive stranger is given a vicious glare, one that'd kill if looks could. In spite of the red flush on her face, the struggle to keep her composure against the onslaught of teasing touches and leg-shaking thrusts, she makes her displeasure clear. Even if she couldn't help herself, it was clear that she still had so much more fight in her.

"You... you...! U-untie me, I'll... I'll spill your guts for t-th-"

A gasp is wrenched from her throat as a particularly deep thrust threatens to push into her womb, barely able to bite her lip and try to resist. Fruitless as it was...

... especially once it started to grow, stretching her out even further, pushing her body to its limits. Yet even as her inner walls are barraged, this experience doesn't compare to Noul. Still, startled, unable to hide her shock, it's only worsened when Pandora continues- and there's only one connection to be made.

That owl beast. Noul. She exists because of this woman. Merah has her to blame for what she endured before. What she's enduring now. God above, could she ever catch a break?

"N-no...! You- she-she forced herself... on me...! I didn't- I didn't- nghnf!!"

How much longer could she last...? It was hard enough keeping her head up, trying to protect her mouth, but her neck was getting tired, it was only a matter of time...

The corroded spirits, like beastly goblins then horde over Merah. Wrangling her wrists and ankles together, bound and spread, wrapped around the base of the tree. They know not what that arm can do and none of them seem to care.

The one stabbed just fades away into a crumple of dust, the other's however with their heated bodies and arms continues to touch and feel her up.

Merah's clothes are ripped apart, the knife is grabbed and used to cleave away fabric. Reveal her lovely body, her injuries, her breasts, and entrance.

And just when one of the ghoulish spirits stands before her, the shaded hung shaft it presents pressed on her entrance, someone enters the picture.

A tall woman, spectral arms float behind her, looking imposing and powerful as she lays her eyes on the sight before her. The creatures all stop and stare, their mouths popping off Merah's breasts for a moment, ceasing their bites and kisses across her body.

They stop playing with her clit, and the one positioned in front holds his tip at her entrance.

There's a silence before the strange blue skinned woman leans forward over them all. Looking down as the monsters cower in fear, only for a grin to break across her face.

"No one. Ah ha~ What are you waiting for, fuck her." She harshly kicks the goblin like specter at Merah's entrance, hammering it's cock right inside, stretching her body and pressing against her cervix.

"The rest of you what did I say? Outworlder stink like yours, like you spirits. Fuck them until they die come on, look at her."

Even kneeling she looms over them, a set of hands on her chin as the creatures swarm Merah.

One climbs on her to push her breasts around it's cock, another even higher to start thrusting it's large shaft at her lip.

And this stranger, doesn't seem to desire to help at all.

She can't put up any fight like this. Overwhelmed, outnumbered and restrained, there's nothing she could do except bite her lip, clench her fists and close her eyes. Too stubborn to accept that it's over for her, still clinging to the idea that someone will come to save hers, even as they toy and mark her sensitive skin.

That pressure between her legs suddenly provokes her, losing that resistance she was holding on to- her whole body tightens instinctively, turning her head back to her assailant. As if seeing its face would make this situation any more believable, salvageable... but all she can do is beg.

"P-Please- please- don't- don't do this- please just kill me- I d-don't want this...!"

Death wasn't the end for her. Even if it was slow and painful, an accidental death at the hands of one of these creatures would mean a chance to escape-

It wasn't her arrival that pulled Merah's attention to the massive woman, but the way that her assailants all stopped immediately. Respite, a moment to catch her breath and calm down even a little in her situation, was well appreciated. And... a hope sparked, that maybe this was her savior, that help had actually come- -only to scream out, a shrill mix of surprise and shock, her tense muscles being the only thing holding that beastly shaft from pushing all the way in.

Merah didn't have a chance now. While she was being used and ravaged by monsters, desperately keeping her head up to keep that tip from her mouth, her eyes were locked on the stranger. Pleading, confused, scared, angry- the full array of emotions, all in those red irises of hers.

"W-Why... why... why...?!"

Every second near Deeper was terror for her, but struggle as much as she can't, Flavia couldn't break free from her grip. Not only were her tentacles entwined with Deeper's, that they were desiring their own touch, but Flavia simply didn't have the strength to even pull the one in her throat back at all.

Gasping, choking slowly as her vision feels like it's fading. She can hear Deeper commenting on her body, on the mark she got rid of. But all she can do is whimper and gag, the last half gasps for air as her lungs are empty now.

Her hands taken, interlocked as her body fights to stay alert, and slowly loses to that built in arousal that plagues her so often.

Finally for a moment, Deeper let's her go, retracting that tentacle from her throat as she limply crumbles against the Kraken's body. "Ahhgh.. ha... h..how.."

She can't scream, instead she's already knocked out of her composure, she can feel Deeper all over her. Praying, hoping that the beast doesn't desire it from Flavia, that she doesn't desire that warped ovipositor into being.

That she doesn't wish to do that, or use her own tentacles in a more intimate way with Flavia's body.

"You...you don't want to do this right.. r-remember when we first met... helpful, you were kind and helpful right?"