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Dungeon Crawling [DonVoltonus-Broheed]

She moaned and gagged, her stomach swelling and bulging, cum running down the tongue inside her as she swelled up. The cut tore open and she shuddered, her swollen stomach visible.
 
The cock pulled out after a solid minute of cumming, it was still cumming as it drenched her fur with its seed.
 
She swallowed and panted, belly split, her cum swollen stomach bobbing slightly, intestines poking out. "Is that, all you got." She gasped out, blood dripping from the gaping wound.
 
The mask hovered in her face, raising a brow, it shook it's head before lowering the sword between her legs. The cold steel Slowly started to slide in, waiting for her reaction.
 
She shuddered, nearly climaxing around the inserted blade. He would hear her speaking, muttering quietly, pleadingly. "Do it you sick bastard, I want to feel it!"
 
Sudden, the blade was jabbed into her, slicing through everything in the Way being sliced as the blade tip ripped out of her back.
 
She choked, eyes rolling as the blade pierced her throat and her spine. She jerked, climaxing once more as the life drained from her, body twitching as she fell limp in the floating hands.
 
Angling the sword towards the floor, the creature let her slip off the blade and fall onto the hard floor. The hand quickly came back over the corpse, stabbing her stomach multiple times until it was a red mush of sliced organs and blood all over the floor.
 
She shuddered, coughing blood as the blade shredded her insides, cumming again before her body fell limp.

She walked back into the facility, good as new, stepping over the dog corpses and into the vase room. She rolled, the bracelet glowing, grabbing her weapons from the floor and slipping out of the room before the formless beast could catch her.
 
The following room after the vase is mostly pitch black, except for a single small spot of light being emitted by a low hanging bulb. The room is oddly silent like the previous one but this one has an odd chill to it as well.
 
She slipped in quietly, looking around. "What is it with you and dark rooms man?" She growled, finding her night vision useless. "Damn, this room keeps going, there's nothing for light to reflect off of." She spun around, looking for the slightest sign of anything.
 
A small black tendril slowly slithered out into the light, coiling around the woman's left leg. The tentacle seemed to be made of a light substance, as if it was made of a thick mist.

((Sorry I have been gone for so long. I've been in the hospital and holiday stuff. :/))
 
(It's fine.) She tugged her leg back, slashing at the tentacle. "Who's there?" She shouted, peering into the darkness.
 
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