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The EastWatch Wilderness Bestiary (Chalarm x Priscilla May)

Avery didn’t know if she should be happy she got her wish, or disappointed she didn’t feel useful. But either way she had her free time, and she wasted none of it grabbing her journal from out of her bag. With her feather quill and blue ink she recollected the happenings of both the inn the night before and the traveling that day. From Keld’s magnificent tongue work to the sweet young boy she helped make more of a man. No detail was spared as she felt a bit tingly just writing about it. Of course the fact Lorrick had stolen her panties did not help this feeling, her bare slit under her short skirt somewhat cold as she paced around the wagon circle. She even took some time to sketch out Gruff the caravan guard, since her main focus was monsters of course.

Closing up her journal and stowing the ink and quill in a small bag, she took out a small vile of dark liquid, unscrewing its cap. The orange haired girl tossed her head back, taking a sip of the bitter lacquer like substance. It didn not taste good, Avery coughing after swallowing it. But it was necessary, the thought of having little babies with Lorrick seemed cute, but it was not the life for her.

Now it was time to see what the surrounding area had to offer, the alchemist honing in on some areas that may have some herbs she could make use off. Even next to one wagon wheel she found a patch of Hag’s Thistle, the small white pedaled weed low to the ground. Avery smirked, bending over at the hips she gathered as much as she could, paying no care that she was flashing the entire caravan. Staying low like this for a good amount of time she figured it was the smallest payment she could give for a free ride. Maybe she would need to offer up more later...

Venturing outside the wagon circle she found some Butler’s Milk, a dark green plant with thorny stems. Much the same she bent at the waist snd held herself there to display, gathering as much as she could.
 
The men all appreciated her display while she leaned down to collect the herbs and weeds, distracting from their work as they glanced at her tight little ass swaying back and forth. Her plant collecting brought her further and further away from the campsite though, the sounds of the group quieting with each passing step into the grasslands.

Avery passed by some bushes and trees in her search, the low light making it difficult to see far into the brush. However she was sure movement could be seen beyond the trunks and leaves that blocked most of her view.

"Better be careful, even in such a calm location there can always be wild animals." Rolan suprisingly commented as he stepped up behind her, the gaurd strolling up behind her with his sword strapped to his hip, distracting her away from what she was lookeding at. The red headed man smiled at her as he approached, having left his view from the hill to warn the curious alchemist.
 
Avery jumped as Roland suddenly spoke, a but startled by the man.
“Oh! You startled me.” She chuckled and smiled as he came beside her. He would have had a clear view of everything, just as before, Avery was quite fond after all of the cool breeze on her sex.
“Thank you for the warning, I guess I just needed to get some ingredients and such.” She squated down and grabbed some more weeds and flowers.

“I’m not too worried, I usually travel on my own doing these things... but thanks for your concern.” She gave him a warm smile.
 
"My apologizes, I'm too used to being around city folk not knowing what to expect in the wilds and wandering out into trouble. I forgot you mentioned having experience travelling regularly given your trade." Rolan corrected himself, truthfully using it just as an excuse to aproach her. Standing behind Avery as she knelt down and plucked at plants and weeds, the man couldn't help but lean over slightly to catch a better view of her bare ass, still able to see plently even in the dimming light.

"What can you make with that?" He asked inquisitively as Avery grabbed what looked to Rolan like any other weed that covered the ground. He had little interest in herbology, his interest held by her swaying body tucked into the tight top and short skirt but seeing her so diligently picking and choosing what to grab even as the light was quickly fading piqued his curiosity for a moment. As he chatted though, a loud snap and heavy movement was noticed in the nearby plant coverage.

"Did you see that?" The caravan gaurded asked, his hand gripping the hilt of his blade tightly. "We should head back to the wagons." He added, glancing back to the group which was many yards away, a flickering light behind the cart wall signalling that Asmith got the fire going as the alchemist had been collecting ingredients. The last of the sun was gone over the horizon now, darkness soon taking it's place to shroud the surrounding area.
 
A chill ran down Avery’s spine as Roland paced around her to stand directly astern. She knew a hungry man when she saw one, and after all the activity she had over the course of the past couple days it would be nice to have a little break from her womanly payments. Of course she had only herself to blame as she knew her pussy was on full display behind her, both her cheeks and her lower set of lips blushing. She tired not to show any trepidation as he stood behind and inspected her, boys would be boys after all.

“This is Butter’s Milk... its actually really good for digestion and lactation.” She said as monotonously as possible. Avery recalled a time her stomach was upset and she took too much butter’s milk, to the point her breasts were engorged and she had to find some lucky man to relieve her.

As Roland became spooked she could hear the concern in his voice. It was a far cry from the man she was certain that was going to pounce on him a minute ago... Avery got to her feet as quickly as she could.

“What was it?” She questioned, looking back to Roland and standing behind him. The orange haired girl began to hastily walk towards the wagon circle, hoping whatever it was, was just a figment of Roland’s imagination.
 
It became quiet again as Rolan held his ground, drawing his blade and making a defensive stance towards the cluster of trees, ready for something to exit it. Whatever he thought he saw Rolan was acting quite serious, not to take a potential threat from any monster or wild animal lightly even if it might be a false alarm. With Avery walking back towards the wagons some distance was made between her and the caravan guard as she left for the safety of the campsite. Something was in the air though as even the wagon horses lifted their head and began to bray, tugging on their leashes while Avery was approaching.

Loud thunderous galloping raced towards the alchemist from off to the side, the creature having circled around the trees to approach her from the long grass. An unearthly squeal emanated from the beast as it charged, slowing only at the last moment and lowering it's body to barrel into the alchemist and knocking her flat on the ground.
"Gruff, it's a Masquerade!!" Rolan shouted as he saw the beast, quickly turning to the noise it made and realizing Avery wasn't behind him. The camp stirred with activity as the caravanners rushed to the noise, hesitating as they turned the corner of the wagon to see the large monster standing over Avery. Gruff pushed through them, holding his axe while he tried to make the distance to Avery with Rolan charging from the flank.

From below she could see clearly the Masquerade looming over her. At first it's appearance seemed that of a headless horse with it's surface consisting of hard and overlapping bone-like shells instead of skin and horse hair. But the front of the beast began splitting open, the long tendril-like flaps that crisscrossed over it's gaping maw exposing the slimy toothless void beneath, filled with writhing tentacles. The mandibles reached out, feeling along the ground while one struck out to wrap around Avery's leg, beginning to pull her in and drag the alchemist through the dirt.
 
This was it... this was the end. Avery thought to herself as she was shoved to the ground by the unearthly beast. The adventurous girl was no fighter, if clever tricks would not get her out of something then she was as defenseless as the next girl. The prospect of Roland forcing her just outside of camp now sounded much better as in the dark she clamored to regain her footing, the shouts and screams of the caravaners reinforcing just how terrifying the situation was.

“Uuaahhhhhhhhhh!” She turned on her back just in time to scream as the beast opened up in some macabre fashion to unleash its many tendrils. This was the not-fun sort of monster, and given her lack of experience with masquerades there was no telling what it would do with her. She could not see her companions encircling the beast with weapons drawn, only the dark pit of its gaping maw.

As a tendril wrapped around her ankle and dragged the girl, her skirt was pulled upwards, the price of being a dirty slut on full display as her pussy was dragged through the dirt. Was it going to eat her? Or worse? Avery knew some beasts used human hosts for parasites and spawning, others slowly digested people her size over months, and even then some enjoyed more lewd tendencies with their prey. As sick as Avery was, this was not her slice of cake.

“Help me!!!!” She screeched as it dragged her along the ground.
 
While the trained gaurds were already acting as they closed the distance it was Avery's plea for help that got the rest to rush into action. They had no blades on hands, Keld and Lorrick resorting to a dropped branch or a wooden board from the wagon as their weapon of choice as they followed behind Gruff with the other two traders lagging back. Roland was the first to reach the monster, bringing his blade down on it's flank to crack against it's bony exterior. It would't do much damage but it distracted the beast as it shifted it's body and kicked out like a horse at the swordsmen who stepped out of the way of the powerful limb.

Meanwhile, the masquerade was hyper focused on Avery, paying little attention to the approaching attackers. More tentacles slithered out to grab at her as she was drawn closer to the drooling maw by her ankle. The slimy arms wrapped around whatever they could find, coiling up her leg and arms with a couple curling around her skirt and tube top, latching on and yanking the clothing down as it tried to pull her in. She could feel the wet tendrils smearing slime over her body and tugged aggresively until the strain caused the material of her top to tear, exposing her bare chest as the shirt was ripped from her body. Her skirt was pulled down her flailing legs as she was dragged along the ground, the short piece of fabric soon being tossed aside as it tangled in the tentacle that grabbed it and was pulled from her body. It a matter of moments her skimpy clothing was gone having served almost no hinderence at all to the beast, leaving her completely naked as she felt the warmth of it's open mouth touch her feet with each additional tentacle pulling her in quicker.

Gruff charged into the side of the beast, his weight causing it to stumble and loosen it's hold on the girl slightly as his axe dug into it's side. The masquerade spun and kicked out with it's back feet, dragging Avery along as it turned. It caught Gruff in the shoulder, knocking the beastman over. The others were quickly surrounding it, the traders hitting it with their improvised weapons as Lorrick grabbed her hand to pull, "hold on!" He shouted, as Rolan struck out once again with his blade, managing to slice off a tendril that held one of Avery's legs. The appendage writhing on the ground as it was dissected from the main body.

A piercing squeel eminated from the beast as it spun about once again towards it's attacker, tightening it's grip on the alchemist as it flung her through the air into Rolan like a club, tearing her from the grip of Lorrick while even more tendrils shot out and took hold of her so she didn't escape. The impact stumbled the swordsmen as the powerful monster kicked and used it's size to keep the other men at bay, pulling Avery the last few feet into it's gaping mouth as she was held in the air by the strong arms. Her legs were engulfed by the wet toothless maw of the creature, surrouded by warmth and coated in slick fluids. Before she could tell what was happening the mandibles of the beast closed tightly around her waist, locking her in place as she looked down on the surrounding caravaners, realizing she was multiple feet off the ground now in the beasts grasp. The tendrils continued to coil up her thighs, prodding at her sex as she was unable to stop anything happening below her waist. Gruff and Rolan pulled themselves up from the ground just in time to witness Avery's body flailing atop the monster in a twisted copy of a centaur. While the masquerade used it's heavy weight to push the traders back it was ready to retreat, having achieved it's goal.
 
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It was horrible, the chaos around her and unintelligible burr as her body was slowly pulled towards the beast. The slithering and slimy feeling of its tendrils caused her to quake as warm fluids were slathered all around her body, coating her legs while simultaneously picking her up off the ground. Avery’s screams would become more shrill and panicked as survival instinct kicked in, the girl grasping at the earth haphazardly with her fingernails, pulling up weeds and grass as she tried to hold on to anything she could.

Yet the relentless maw of the masquerade was not about to allow her to resist, its intentions only becoming more clear as it began to remove her clothes. It was an already chilly night, but the last rags that protected her body being tossed aside was a rather visceral feeling, almost symbolic of stripping away her humanity as her body was pulled into the queasily warm opening on the beast.

The adrenaline coursing through her veins even made the jarring strike of her body against Roland forgrtable against the sensation of the lewd and slimy things the beast had intended for her.

“Ahhhhhhh!!!!! Help me!” Her eyes were wide with terror as she scrambled to grasp any of her companions below her, yet they were too far and she was quite high in the saddle so to speak. Avery was too panicked to see the irony of why they called it a Centaur Masquerade, her now naked upper half almost a part of the beast as her bare lower half was engulfed in it. Whether it was her imagination or not, she could feel its heartbeat on her thighs, the internal rumblings of its organs, and most of all its slimy tendrils creeping between her legs.

“Noo!!! Nooo! No!!” Avery sitting atop the beast grasped her face in horror as she screamed. The travelers on the ground would not see why, but as she horrifically wailed she was simultaneously being internally explored by several long slimy appendages in the secrecy of the masquerade’s body. Her upper half thrashed around as she waged a hidden and futile battle of resistance. But soon Lorrick, Keld, and the others would see the beautiful girl they brought along succumb to it all, her body un-tensing as she began to bob in place. Coughing, wailing, moaning erupted from her as it fucked her, it would not be a secret to anyone the liberties being taken with her body.
 
The group of caravan traders threw everything they had at the large, armoured beast in one collective attack as Avery desperately shouted for help. And if the creature intended to remain and fight the chances are they would have been able to take it on as well with their collection of sharp weapons, but having completed it's objective the masquerade had no need to remain in the area or try and fend off the armed gaurds. It pushed past the men as they tried to form a wall of bodies, barrelling through with it's massive size while gaining a few gouges and slashes from their blades and then using it's long legs to gain an increasing distance with it's prize in hand.

Through the whole ordeal Avery was forced to endure the invasive tendrils that penetrated her body. Legs pinned in the tight, wet cavity of the monster's maw, they were spread open by the beast's powerful internal muscles. The slick heads of a number of bulbous tentacles prodded at her pussy lips, rubbing over the entrance and gauging how much force would be required to break the seal. Even as her fists pounded fruitlessly against it's hard exterior it was only a few moments before her folds were parted by one of the intense appendages, pushing itself deeper and pumping into her sultry body with rolling, pulsating movements. Her whole bottom half was coated in a thick saliva, the texture of the slime transferred inside her as the tendril pressed against the walls of her sex, sliding along with ease as it smeared the lubricant around.

Soon Avery could feel a sharp pinch at the base of her back, a needle like protrusion piercing her skin and injecting a simple relaxant into her body to calm it's victims. It made her feel slightly light headed as slowly her muscles began to relax, making the whole process easier for the monster. Another of the thin, slimy tendrils slipped inside her, the pair that shared the tight space perfectly matching the movements of each other so that as one pulled back the other was thrusting forward, continually stimulating her pussy with an endless assault as she was carried off.

The masquerade almost taunted the caravaners as it galloped around the area, letting them witness Avery's moans while her bare breasts bounced in rhythym with the galloping beast. The monster knew they couldn't catch it, seemingly forcing them to watch her buck and bob a top it's body as it ran off at a high speed into the darkness.
"AVERY!" She could hear in the distance, the voice of Lorrick carrying across the grassy plains before she was too far to make out the words.
 
There was little left in her mind after she felt the pinch along her back. All that fear and regret she felt before the monster enveloped her melted away as the cool breeze from the monster gallop lathered the bare skin of her upper body. As she was on display for her traveling partners her hands would relax, instead they came up to around her breasts, feeling around their moderate mounds as if the relaxant made her more accepting of the pleasures of her body.

Galloping around it was all a haze to her, but as simple as cry out from Lorrick was she managed to weakly hold a hand out towards him, the last resistance of Avery as the masquerade trotted off into the darkness. It was so cold above the maw, but the warmth of its saliva on her lower half more than made up for it. Drool pooled along the corners of her mouth as the second tendril began to enter her, ensuring that she would always be filled no mater the wax or wane of its thrusting.

It was almost out of body for her. She could not see what was happening, unlike most beasts that wanted her to know how she was being fucked this one was almost discreet. Her hand patted his body as she lost track of her senses, almost thanking the monster for the pleasure it was bringing her as soft moans escaped her body.

Across the plains she could be heard moaning, the wind carrying her sexual acknowledgments of the beasts efforts as her breasts bounced freely with each trot.

“Ohh..... yesss....” saliva ran down her chin.
 
Even as the pair of tendrils rutted inside of her pussy - at least one of them always thrusting deeper to fill her passage while the other withdrew - there were more of the slimy arms eager to explore her body. Multiple of the tendrils that coiled around her legs dimpled the skin of her thighs as it held her tightly, her limbs held in the warm embrace of the masquerades body. One bulbous tentacle slipped between her ass cheeks, rubbing it's bumpy length in the crease of her buttocks as it slithered towards her sex, another arm lathering saliva over her ass as it cupped her ample butt cheeks while rolling over her flesh. It seemes to wipe her down with arms smearing over her, making sure every inch of her torso down was coated in the slick lubricant that her legs and feet were nearly submerged in.

After making a good distance from her caravan the masquerade kept up it's gallop to an unknown destination. At a distance Avery would look like any other centaur in the area, only upon closer inspection would any passerbys see the difference. Not that there were any to witness her, the alchemist was completely alone in the moonlit grasslands now as the centaur mimic carried her off. The impact of it's hooves on the ground when matched with the pumping motion of the penetrative tendrils would amplify the stimulation she felt, her body pushing down onto the bumpy tentacles when it's feet hit earth.

The longer it held onto her, the more she was almost attuned to the beast. She could feel it's muscles move around her legs as it moved, the beating of it's heart somewhere deeper within the mass. Even as she patted it's rough exterior it would emit a low rumble, the vibrations reverberating through her whole body like a tuning fork. It even unintentionally shared it's body warmth with her, keeping her warm to make up for the cool air she felt whip by her bare chest as the monster moved with great speed, giving her goosebumps.
 
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Her head was so fuzzy, be it the relaxant the beast had injected her with or the vibrations of its body that she could feel coarsing through her. One thing she was clear on was how stimulated her pussy felt, mind absent the situation all she could concentrate on was how filled she felt, the tendrils creeping inside of her farther and farther, each pass they rubbed against new parts of her vagina that she never knew could be touched by a intruding member.

Soon with inhibitions slack, she twirled her own hips as much as she could in her constraints. Her hands rubbed her own torso and head down as she felt the warmth around her. The girl even bucked her hips as the beast pushed her ass cheeks around, her mind wandering to just how much more she could be filled by this beast, becoming one with it.

“Ooooooo.... yesss....” one Tendril rubbed against the top portion of her sex, she bobbed her own self up and down as it did this, countering the motion of the tendrils inside of her as she begged it to rub that portion of her again.

The overly relaxed and drugged Avery felt something was missing in this moment of pleasure. Taking one of her index fingers, her sexual instincts brought her to part her lips with it, her digit running in and out between her moist lips as she moaned with pleasure.
 
The two soft tendrils molded to her insides as the they pistoned, seemingly fighting each other to reach deeper into her warm embrace. They coiled around each other at times, Avery feeling as the swirling helix massaged her passage, fleshy bumps rubbing against her labia as more of the tendrils filled her. A smaller tentacle slithered over to her pussy, brushing across her folds at it prodded at her, it's head dimpled with a small sucker. Avery was able to tell when it found her clit, the small head encircling around her pearl and softly squeezing and sucking on it. Other similar appendages prodded at her waist and legs, seemingly kissing at her skin with the suckers as she was bouncing atop the penetrative arms.

The two tentacles sharing her pussy uncoiled when they reached her cervix, one retreating slightly while the other prodded at her womb entrance. It began to jerk and spasm, Avery able to feel the victorious tentacle ripple along the entire length of it's arm. It's distant base ballooned, with multiple bubbles travelling along it's length in slow, constant motion. Her lips parted wider as the traversing bulbs slid through, stretching her out and then the feeling relieving as each individual bubble entered her. The chain of large beads rolled along with pulsating movements, muscles working them up through her body to the tip of the tentacles head. It's tip was buried in her cervix, slime leaking from the head as it depositied the bulbs one after another into her tight womb, each egg spurting out with some warm milky slime.

The Masquerade never stopped moving throughout the whole process even when it stuffed it's host with eggs. She continually bounced in it's grasp as the beast trotted along, clearing a path through the grass that was so tall Avery could reach down and grab it if she wanted. She couldn't tell how it even saw anything as it's eyes - if the creature had any - were nowhere to be seen. Not that she was in a good position or state of mind to perform some biology analysis of her captor.
 
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Its movements inside of her were surreal, unlike any sort of creature that had taken her body. The lizardmen may have had unique barbs on their cocks that teased at her walls, yet the movement of the helix of tendrils certainly took the cake as far as appendages shoved into her vagina. As she sucked on her finger, drool falling down off of her chin, she squirmed with pleasure at the feeling of suckers on her body, sweet little pecks at her skin from the beast, in a place she could not see.

This whole experience was almost like an event she had in a dungeon once, stuck in a small passage way fleeing from goblins, she was not able to squeeze her modest hips through. When the goblins caught up to her lower half... liberties were taken without Avery being able to see. Despite her condition she remembered this. Perhaps her mind even thought she was back in that cave being glory holed by goblins once more. Yet as the sucking appendages found her clit, she could only shudder, body trembling as the suction set off her orgasam with explosive results.

Avery twitched atop the beast, holding on to the jaws of its maw as her upper half jerked around. Her lower half was so constrained that it was almost like the energy of her orgasam went upwards, causing her back to arch and Avery to throw her head backwards. Her breasts bounced freely as each tremor of her climax passed through her.

Loudly she praised the beasts effort’s her voice ringing across the grasslands.

“Ohhhhhh yes!!! Oaaahhhaahhhhh yes!” She declared to the world. Her mind slipping from her in that moment as she went limp, eyes shut in a deep comfortable and sexually satisfied darkness.
 
The night became a sensational blur as she would slip in and out of conciousness in the Masquerade's embrace, her sexual stupor aided by the injection she received. Not once did it stop it's stimulation, permanently sucking at her clitoris and keeping at least one of it's tendrils tucked away inside of her, softly gyrating even as Avery swayed limping atop it. As she slept, the beast supported part of her spine, holding her with it's strong mandibles so that she wouldn't hurt herself from slumping while it made rough movements. There was no use for a damaged host in the mind of the monster, not while she held a collection of eggs in her filled womb.

Bouncing above the beasts body feeling as the foreign objects sloshed around inside her, she would catch flashes of events happening around her as she groggily became aware of her surroundings from time to time. A loud shrill noise could be heard in the distance, taking the alchemist a second to realize that it did not origniate from her captor as it had it's mouth full. When it did try to respond she felt the rumble vibrate through her core, the beast slowing and turning towards the origins of the sound.

Next thing she knew, Avery felt herself being lowered to the ground and the soft, cool feel of the earth against her skin. It was hard to tell how much time was passing or had passed already as the warmth that encapsulated her lower half was gone, the residual heat from the slime that coated her waist and legs dissipating. The familair shrieks and low grumbles of the beast bounced back and forth around her as she felt the vibrations of heavy hooves impacting the ground. She did not have to endure the cool air for long though, as hot arms began to grab at her again, lifting her once again into the air and slowly placed her back into the warm maw of a Masquearade. Looking forward she saw the beast that held her, confusion stirring as she grogily became aware she had been seemingly traded to another of the beasts. It's tentacles already exploring her bare body.
 
Having been exposed to the cold air once more, Avery began to wake from her stupor endured by the vile beast. But to her horror, and before she had the will or energy to cry out for her comrades or plead to the gods for some form of salvation, she was pulled back into the jaws of the Masquerade. The vile feeling of being enveloped by the slick body of the monster while feeling its organs and heartbeat around her lower half was enough to make her want to vomit. Coupled with a sore feeling throughout her abdomen and crotch, she knew the things it was doing to her were beyond her sick imagination.

It mattered little that she knew she was traded to another monster. The first had clearly gotten bored of her and passed her along to its friend to be used once more. Nor did it waste any time in doing so. She could feel the tendrils crawling back around her legs and thighs, no matter how much she tried to keep her kegs closed they were overpowering her, spreading her body to allow it to be fucked.


“Help me...” A cry from the alchemist was pitiful and hardly reached far beyond where the beast now carried her. She had little energy in her body or air in her lungs. Her hands flailed and tried to pound on the jaw of the beast, het the stiff feeling of its invasion caused her to seize, back arching as she quaked in place atop the monster.

“Lorrick... Keld...” she whined, her eyes shooting open as the tendrils began their pounding of her cervix, knocking on the door of her womb in quick succession.
 
The second Masquerade was much more direct than the first, having none of the roundabout nature of it's predecessor and treating the act like a job as the tendrils quickly entered her and proceeded to press at the entrance of her womb. She received another dose of the beasts' natural relaxant, it's needle-like tendril jabbing into her thigh to make her body more responsive and accepting of the invasive process. It made the tentacle's task much easier, pounding at her cervix until with it's flexible exterior the appendage managed to squeeze into the tight entrance to prod at the eggs incubating in her body.

The tentacle explored the new space, rubbing at the walls of her womb while it's length gyrated and pulsed inside of Avery's pussy, continually stimulating her body as it performed it's work. The tentacle found one of the eggs deposited inside of the alchemist, the tip of the arm opening to scoop up the single floating embryo. Over the course of an uncertain amount of time, Avery was forced to endure the excruciatingly slow process of each egg being individually extracted from her womb. The penetrating arm would pull itself from her sex to immediately be replaced by a second tentacle to take it's place. The tag team of tendrils cycling through the actions of invading her pussy, wriggling up her passage with pulsating motions, pushing through into her womb to grab on of the nearly dozen eggs tucked inside and then being pulled out; the removal worse on the poor Alchemist as the tip of the tendril bulged out due to the swollen egg in it's grasp. The extraction process happened over and over again with her legs held apart by the powerful grasping tentacles.

Throughout the whole time the original Masquerade she encountered circled around Avery and her new mount, it's maw open with long slimy tendrils reaching out to the woman. The sensory arms seemingly caressed her body, the largest of it's external tendrils pressed against her stomach as if following along on the process occurring inside her. The head of the sensory tentacle was covered in small buds, feeling like a tongue as it rubbed against her, especially as it was also slimy with whatever the beast had for saliva. Other smaller arms wiped at her upper half, seeming to lick at her cheek or breasts, wavering back and forth like cobras.
 
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The queer movements inside here coupled with an extra dose of relaxant made her squirm once more, yet as the slow processes of gathering the Masquerade’s eggs began from her body, so too did the rubbing of her sex with the insatiable tendrils. Avery could sparsely control herself as this was happening, adding the chill air around her and the feeling of the beasts tongue on her skin. Soon her body quaked, the indiscriminate amount of time these monsters had to molest her body cumulating in an orgasm so fierce if caused her to flail about above the body of the beast, tits bounce with each jerk of her torso.

“Ohhhhhh Lorrick....” she imagined the boy fucking her, his several penises penetrating her. What made sense to the drugged young alchemist in her delirium is she was in the field once more with her traveling companion, using his hydra like cock to fuck her in ways she could never imagine.

“You are such a good boy... I said I wasn’t worthy to have your children silly.” She pet the top of the Masquerade not knowing what was happening. Her cunt tightened and rumbled as she took the lasts gasps of her climax.
 
Her dillusions were of no concern to the pair of Masquerades, the one only responding with a low grumble as the tormented alchemist ran her hand over the top of it's firm, armoured body. She was still mumbling to herself, hands lightly caressing the tendrils of her original attacker in a loving manner as the large mandibles holding her in place slowly opened. The beast knelt down, lowering it's body close to the ground as it unceremoniously dumped Avery out of the warm, slimy cavity onto the grassy ground. The tendrils uncoiled from her calves as she lay in the dirt, a wet pop sounding as the final tentacle withdrew from her pussy. All of the eggs planted into her womb had been extracted, the woman having now served her purpose as host for their young and of no more importance to them.

She was nearly forgotten about as the beasts stepped over her slumped body, their shrill voices resonating with each other while multiple sensory tendrils entwined between the pair. Avery would lose track of them quickly as they trotted off into the tall grass, the looming vegetation closing on the beasts like stage curtains as they left the naked woman facedown in a flattened circle of grass. Her lower half was left with a glossy sheen as the creature's saliva caught the early morning light. She had been restrained by the monsters for the entire night, the next day's sun already cresting over the tips of the tall blades of grass. Her body would still need some time to work through the relaxant and for the first time in hours receiving a break from the stimulation.
 
All Avery could feel was the terrible cold of the world as she was dumped into the grass. So little thanks as she envisioned Lorrick’s cock plopping out of her as his fluids covered his lower body. Even her mouth sort of quivered as it begged Keld to put his meat back to it, the warmth of her men leaving her to a naked coldness. Her mind under the influence of these drugs induced by the Masquerades had painted her a fairly nice picture of what was happening up until this point. Yet now as she was cut off and the exertions of the night caught up to her, it felt rather lonely.

Curling into a ball, Avery shivered as the sun began to rise. It was all a bit much on the adventurous alchemist, even for a girl who has gotten around with a variety of beasts she had her own limits. Sun cresting over the grass her eyes fluttered close. Her mind slipped into darkness as she blacked out, unable to keep consciousness form exhaustion.
 
The poor girl received some reprieve as the bright, new day sun reached high enough into the sky to shine down on her unconcious form, chasing off some the cool morning air. The wet coating from the masquerade's saliva eventually beginning to evaporate from her limp body. She was left in the endless field for hours, the dizzying toxin injected into her working it's way out of her system as she slept, the soft rising and falling of her chest being the only visible clue that she was even alive.

Avery was soon roused from her slumber as the earth began to rumble beneath her, the sound of heavy footfalls growing closer and closer to her. Did the beasts come back? Even tired and still groggy she could tell from the sound that they were big, with multiple sources closing in around her. They slowed as they grew closer, their large forms soon bursting through the grass into the trampled clearing where Avery resided.

Hooves scuffed at the ground around her, at least three of the monsters looming over her. Looking up she saw them in the sunlight, their equine bodies taking on bare human form past the base of where a horse's neck would have started. Centaurs. They had not a scrap of clothing on any of them but for belts and pouches, each of them holding either a hunting spear or bow in their strong grip.
"Found the human. The abomination must have found a mate and finished with her." An athletic mare stated to her companions.
"She's at least lucky to have been held only for a night rather than days or a week." A long haired stallion mentioned. None of them directed their conversation at the half consciuous alchemist, only talking amongst themselves as she laid between them, having no concern for her state of health or undress. She heard the voice of at least one other centaur in the nearby tall grass. "I have tracks here, the abomination met up with at least a second and started moving north."
 
Avery was in a daze, her mind not quite right yet after the encounter and the drugs. Surely she had some sort of antidote in her satchel that would help her. But that was back at camp. She lay there naked on the ground, still moist from the masquerade’s maw as she looked up at the centaurs.

“Help...” she said feebly, hoping the indifferent looking beasts would take some sort of pity on her. The noble beasts around her looked at her with a sort of pity and disgust. In her state she could not understand much, but she desperately wanted to cry out for help to them.

But on the ground nude and shivering she remained, wondering how it could end up like this. The temptation to closer her eyes was extreme, to give in to the fatigue and fade into the darkness.
 
Her meek plea caught the attention of the group of centaurs who all looked down at the woman surprised, having assumed she was still unconcious. After a short moment the long haired male knelt down, his tall equine knee's slowly bending as he lowered himself next to her. Even then he was still towering over her, his human half having to nearly go prone atop his horse body to reach down to her. He grabbed a small animal skin from his belt, uncorking it and bringing it to Avery's lips as he gently lifted her head up to it.

"Here, it's just water but it will help flush out the toxin, little human." He offered, leaving her to lift up the waterskin the last couple inches to her mouth. His eyes filled with pity for the poor girl. And fury for the masquerades as he jumped between the two emotions.

The mare in the group looked down and back up to the surrounding area, gritting her teeth impatiently. This was not part of the plan, they expected to find her still with the beast so they could rescue her while killing the monster. Now every second meant the masquerades were further and further away from them, the flat chested woman contemplating something before she finally spoke. "Darr'kin, you stay with the human and return her to her travel group as agreed with the man. We will continue on to catch those monsters as soon as possible." The lean stallion who hovered over Avery glanced up in recognition of his name. No centaur would want to pass up hunting down the beasts which dared to sully their magestic appearance but a moment passed before he looked back down to the barely aware alchemist and solemnly nodded his head, accepting the orders as the others began to gallop after the monster tracks. Avery saw multiple other centuars pass through the small open area or their bodies bobbing above the nearby tall grass, realizing there was at least a dozen of the bare horsefolk in the hunting party that she hadn't seen, all eager to give chase.
 
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“Help...” she had whispered once again. Hoping they spoke her language much less took any sort of pity or sympathy on her. In her haze she recalled the centaurs hatred of the masquerades, and no doubt they were more focused on finding such a beast than tending to her. Glancing around she took in their forms, like horses but with naked people attached. The realization that must of been what she looked like while at the mercy of the monster made her queasy.

As her eyes wandered around the centaurs, another thing made her queasy... the sight of a huge dangling centaur cock above her, the male centaur who looked down in pity had no shame of his length that dangled beneath the horse part of his body. Her eyes stared at its flat lipped tip for a long while, after this experience she couldn’t say she was in any sort of loose mood like she typically carried around herself, but the sight of it had her in awe.

Instinctively as the male began to bend down towards her, she moved her hand to cover her pussy, nervous he was going to enter her as part of some strange centaur purification ritual. That thought of course could have just been an extension of her dirty mind.

As he offered the sack to her, she took his watery fluid with much eagerness, glugging it down as much as she could. Some spilt out of her mouth and ran down her nude body, making her top half as glistening as her bottom. As her consciousness returned more and more she realized her nakedness, sliding her other hand to cover her bare tits.

As the centaurs began to leave she watched them trot down the plains.

“Are you going to... leave me?” Her hoarse voice asked the male centaur to bent down over her. She could feel the corse hairs of his fur on her bare leg, and odd feeling that made her jump at first.
 
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