Exiled [Acitar & Nostro]

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Exile or death. That choice was the only one you had these days if you committed a crime no matter how slight and her's really wasn't slight but she was still offered the same choice, death or exile which was as good as death and not surprising anyone most chose exile beyond the great wall rather than the headsmen's axe and she was no different. The job had seemed a little too good to be true but her fence had been offered more gold than a hundred heists to turn her in so the first she knew of the betrayal was a burly guard almost triple her weight and size slamming her into a wall.

"Kyndra Nasette, you are hereby found guilty of common thievery and by your choice shall face exile til the end of your days." The sound of the gavel still rang in her ears even as she was dragged sullenly from the high hall of the inquisitors, she was bound, gagged, then knocked unconscious with a leather blackjack. Perhaps in a way it was a small mercy she'd not really have time to mull over her fate.

She was given a rather undignified awakening by a thankfully small bucket of water been thrown in her face and it was at this moment she realised where she was: The great wall itself. Whilst there were many stories surrounding it, no-one really knew the truth of it, the wall itself was vast in both height and length easily able to dwarf the spire of the imperial palace and spanning some one hundred miles in each direction splitting the known world from the unknown. The outer face was even more puzzling as the wall itself was built onto a sheer cliff face that itself was so high it was often thick with the swirls of low hanging clouds.

Her bonds were cut and the gag removed for what little comfort that provided as she was pushed along from behind winding through the vast interior of the wall itself, three lefts, five rights, two flights down she eventually lost track until she felt herself walking on a downward slope a long, slim tunnel which then opened up at the bottom of the wall but the top of the cliff it was then she realised just how they exiled the exiles.

A rather rickety looking cage and a set of winches sat on the overhang as a balding man who looked as if he'd rather be anywhere but here approached her, looking her up and down as if deciding how long she'd last before she died down in the vast unknown.

"Well, may the gods 'ave mercy on yer soul lass, as I don't be thinkin' anythin' down there will." As he turned to walk away he turned back handing her a small pack with a single skin of water hanging from it.

"Should be 'nough in there fer a few days.... If'n ye live that long. Into the cage lass, let's be gettin' this here unpleasantness done." With a sigh she shouldered the pack and stepped out into the cage which swayed uncomfortably. The aging guard began winding the wind and she descended into the mist, still in her thieves garb of dark grey leather pants and the tunic which had a large tear in it across her stomach from her struggling during the initial capture, showing off a surprisingly taut set of abs.

She peered over the side but could see little through the mist and even looking up showed nothing anymore, the ropes disappearing into the cloud above her. Time seemed to stretch on and on, the squeak of wheels and rough scrapes of rope and pulley seeming to go on forever until with a thump of iron against rock it seems she had reached the bottom. The sight before her wasn't as bad as she'd expected, a lush verdant jungle at least to her meant there had to be food and water and the lack of bones around the initial area was promising. The sound of those squeaking wheels caused her turn around, the cage was already ascending and had soon disappeared into the seemingly perpetual mist above.

"Well at least it's not a blasted hellscape..." She said to herself trying to see the positives given the negatives were far more numerous, not really seeing any direction being any better or worse than the other she pushed ahead figuring it best to put as much distance between herself and the wall as possible and perhaps seeking shelter to boot. She didn't want to end up becoming lunch for something as she moved with some speed through the dense vegetation.

The sunlight had started to fade when she came across a tree which would offer her a little nook to sleep in for the night with relative safety the humidity and heat having taken their toll she fully downed half of her water without thinking. The small patch of exposed skin across her stomach was beaded with perspiration as she crawled into the hole and tried her level best to get comfortable without a root jabbing into her.

Thinking about her situation was something she was just trying not to do right now, a few days of dried supplies which looked like nothing more than nuts and seeds and a half skin of water to her name save the clothes on her back. Her fingers plucked at the loose threads surrounding the ragged tear in the leather across her stomach as she peered out through the densely packed trunks and choking foliage, realising she was perhaps little exposed she lent out of the small nook, grabbing some ferns and other large leaves and doing a haphazard job of covering the entrance.

The ambient noises were not something she was used to either, more accustomed to cities and large town the unfamiliar calls of wildlife and rustle of trees made her uneasy. The light started to dip further making it impossible to see almost and soon sheer need to recuperate from the shock of being exiled sent Kyndra into a light sleep.

 

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Kyndra is awoken in the middle of the night by the unmistakable feeling of something slithering over her shoulder and along her collarbone. In the dark beneath her chosen shelter, it is impossible for her to tell what, exactly, it is, but it is covered in either scales or many tiny legs as its thin form shifts across her body.

As she wakes from the movement, the second sense to return to her is smell. the creature exudes an astonishingly potent musk for its size, so sickeningly sweet that it almost feels like a fog pushing in on her mind.

Then comes hearing. The creature itself is near-perfectly silent, accompanied by the faintest hiss as its carapaced joints shift with its movement. Were it not so close to her ear, she wouldn't have been able to hear it at all, doubtless having been drowned out by the noise that echoes from above her in the hollow tree.

The sound from above is akin to the low hiss of the creature beside her, but multiplied a thousandfold; as thought hundreds upon hundreds of things were shifting and crawling and moving overtop one-another, competing for the limited space of the tree trunk. Though it might be simply a trick of her gradually-returning wakefulness, it sounds as if the swarm above her is getting closer.

 

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Being a light sleeper was often a good thing for a thief or indeed anyone of a profession with less scruples, so it didn't take much to jolt her from her slumber though the unfamiliar surroundings were massively disorienting to her wakening senses. Not helped by the near blindness of pitch black around her the first thing she had to go on that something was indeed amiss was the sensation of movement across her shoulder and moving toward her collarbone, instinctively she blinked trying to turn her head toward it but it did little to help in the inky void that filled her vision.

Most peoples instincts at this point would have been to run but as a thief Kyndra opted to stay still, a habitual tendency to attempt to avoid notice as her mind began to take in more from her other senses. The smell coming from it was potent, musky and almost overpowering in it's sweetness that did little to aid her minds return to the waking world it was at this point she hit a dilema about what to do, the creature if that is even what it was made very little sound save for a hiss against her ear and the near impossible sounds of it's legs or body moving across the matte leather.

Part of her wanted to stay put just let whatever it was move along as for all likelihood it didn't even care one way or the other she was there or not the other part of her wanted to break straight into a run and put as much distance between her and it as she could. It took her a full minute to realise why she couldn't hear what it was properly though, what she had thought was the sounds of the night around her was actually coming from within the tree itself but that was impossible right, it was a tree, made of wood it didn't make noise.

Opting for caution over panic despite the cold sweat she broke into as her mind went into overdrive she reached out with one hand toward where she thought the ferns blocking the entrance to her little hidey hole hoping to push them aside and actually see what it was she was dealing with. Not wanting to get stung or bitten by anything poisonous on her first night, her heart was pounding in her chest so loudly she felt anything within four leagues would hear it, cold sweat beaded and trickled down her back as she pushed against the ferns, hoping if not for enough light to see then at least to see where she was running if she needed to.

 

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As Kyndra shifted the ferns out of her way, she revealed the identity of her erstwhile sleeping companion. It was an onyx-black centipede, only an inch wide and yet just the portion of its body that has already moved past her neck already stretched more than two feet. Each segment was broad and sharp, like a beetle, its legs, though short relative to its body, ending in tiny, sharp claws.

The creature reacts to her movement, or perhaps simply to the moonlight, its body twisting about so that its head can face Kyndra's own. When she sees its head, the creature becomes suddenly far more horrifying. Where an insect's carapace should be there is instead a human one, tiny to fit the body and framed much like a painting. It is contorted into an expression of agonised pleasure, complexion a deep, mottled orange, mouth open in ecstatic bliss. Its eyes are entirely inhuman, solid black lenses giving only the barest semblance of emotion.

As the tiny monster gazes into Kyndra's eyes, it begins to shriek, a high, moaning cacophony far louder than its frame suggests should be even possible. As the shriek builds it is suddenly cut off. The creature's face explodes, erupting outwards, splattering Kyndra's face with orange flecks and leaving a gaping orifice that reaches into its shell.

The burst of liquid blinds Kyndra, its sudden explosion sending it spraying into her eyes and nose and, if her mouth was open, that as well. The creature's musk becomes suddenly overwhelmingly powerful, the sweetness surrounding her with such intensity that it even drowns out her other senses, blotting away the hissing from above.

 

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Feeling the ferns against her fingers was a small comfort just knowing they were there as she pushed them aside, the twilight at least giving her a clue what she was dealing with though she quickly began to wish she hadn't done so. It looked like a centipede of sorts though she only remembered seeing a dried out one in some stuffy aristocrats collection some months back. This one however was a little different in more ways than she liked, despite the fact it had passed most of her neck it was far larger than the one she had seen and could only guess how much more of it there was as two feet of it stretched out already.

As it reacted to the movement or the light she couldn't be sure which her mind was struggling as it was with what her eyes were seeing, rather than a bug like insect face she expected or something distinctly insectoid she was greeted with what she could only describe as something closer to a human face. Except it was tiny, her mind seemed to struggle with it and it was further made more intimidating with it's black eyes and then the horrific moaning shriek that made her teeth tingle, just as she was reflexively about to grab it and throw it away when that face just exploded violently.

The burst of liquid causes her to flinch but not fast enough as orange liquid splatters across her face, getting into her eyes and nose but thankfully not so much in her mouth as she scuffles around trying to feel her way in a frantic dazed panic from her little hiding place. Her ears almost feel as though they are ringing as the sweet, overbearing scent of that musk makes it difficult for her to think of anything else.

Her mind reeling from the overpowering scent and the fear and confusion as she tries to crawl away haphazardly unsure of even which direction she is going as one hand tries to pull her forwards and the other tries to wipe away the orange goop plastering her face.

 

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Kyndra manages to scoop the liquid free from her eyes as she burst from the hollow tree into the moonlight. When she opens them, though, she finds her vision swimming and shifting, making balance difficult. The corpse of the burster centipede follows her out, dangling over one shoulder., still dripping orange fluids from its hole. As she looks around her, what had in daylight been a seemingly safe jungle warps and twists before her eyes. Faces, replicas of the screaming centipede's, grow out of tree trunks, their mouths pulsing as they fill the air around her with low, sonorous moans. Through the orange haze of centipede fluid still lingering on her eyes, the faces seem somehow less horrifying, taking on an exotic allure that tempts at her loins.

Kyndra feels a tightening of the muscles near her groin, her cock struggling against her leather pants. The hole in the centipede husk dances in her mind. Surely it must be soft and warm inside. And it looked to be the perfect size... she could slide right inside it if she just... freed her cock. In the distance, she can hear running water. It tickles her ears through the musky haze.

Behind her, the tree she'd taken shelter in shudders. Dozens more of the centipedes with human faces crawl out of the bark, emerging from a thousand shadowed holes in the bark and skittering upward, their black exoskeletons glittering in the moonlight as they disperse across the canopy. None head for Kyndra, instead departing to places unknown.

 

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The liquid finally free of her eyes they blink open, stinging and watering as her body tries to wash out the foreign substance but her vision refuses to settle, warping, twisting and swaying in a way that sends her normally superb balance into something more akin to a drunk on a ship in heavy seas. If that had been it's only affect that would have been bad enough but all she could see were more screaming centipedes in the bark of trees, in every pebble and clump of mud making her continously rub her eyes and blink in a vain effort to dispel the illusions or at least, she hoped they were.

What began to worry her more was that the faces themselves began to seem less and less terrifying and in fact seem.. Attractive in some strange way? It took her a moment to realise the more insidious effects of the slime that covered her when she felt blood rushing her her loins, her groin muscles tightening and her cock beginning to swell far too rapidly to be comfortable. It tingled and throbbed as it pressed uncomfortably against the silk of her thong and the seam of leather of her pants as a horrifying thought filled her mind.

The inside of that centipede was warm and soft, surely, the sound of running water pulled at the rational part of her mind as her subconscious forced her onward even as one hand began fumbling with the lace tying her pants together at the front. Vaguely aware of movement in her periphery as her mind and body battle for control, the former trying to get her toward water to clean herself off and the former responding to a primal need, fumbling with her pants as the former occupants of the tree left to fulfill whatever nefarious thing it was they did.

It didn't help that she was very sensitive, as the bulbous head of her cock emerged and rubbed against the silk it sent tingles up and down the painfully straining five inches of raw, throbbing lust, she felt almost breathless, breathing was more effort than it ought to be and the forest around her seemed to almost be spin as she stopped several times just panting in sheer arousal unsure of whether she would even make it as far as the sound of water.

Temptation very nearly won out as the laces of her pants came undone, the straining tent of black silk fabric jutting out just as her face landed right in the river unintentionally the cold water jolting her out of the musk induced haze before she pulled the sticky mess of a centipede off her shoulder and dropped it next to her before rolling onto her back panting. The throb of her cock however wasn't going away in fact she couldn't recall a time she had ever felt quite so impossibly hard, glancing down her body the thought of actually wanting to push into that centipede still lingered in her mind in a way that disturbed her that she couldn't stop thinking about it.

 

[Nostro]

As she lies next to the riverbed, the musk-haze slowly lifts from Kyndra's mind. The trees lose their faces, their howling abating and leaving the air disturbingly still. She becomes aware of the eerie beauty of the scene, surrounded by the large, multi-hewed leaves that litter the ground about her prone frame, and of the glittering webs, doubtless woven by some native spider, that twirl between the branches in the trees above her.

The musk does not entirely disperse, however, lingering in the air and teasing at her mind, doubtless sourced from the centipede corpse that lies yet near at hand, and the gaping wound at its head. An errant thought worms its way into her mind. She could probably stop the smell entirely if she could just plug the entrance, shove it full of something that was just the right size. Oh, and the orange ooze would feel so good pressing in against her cock. It would surely ease her aching erection. Killing two birds with one... erm... penis.

It doesn't help that her dick, now raised, refuses to abate, blood pulsing away from her brain and into her engorged member. The only thing she has to distract her from the desperate need of her groin is the sound of the river, yet it lets out a smell nearly as sweet as the centipede. Now that she is lying here, staring up at the moon, and the musk no longer fills her ears with moaning trees, she can hear another sound coming from the river. It is the sound of hundreds of tiny clicks, like shells tapping together.

 

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Kyndra lay there, just taking deep breaths in, then out, in then out and slowly but surely the world around her began to return to something she hazarded to guess at being normal. Despite this being where she was exiled and her first hours here being punctuated with something horrific and a little disturbing to understate it horribly in her opinion, it was quite a nice place to look at, the glint of what looked to my spiderwebs seemed to hang in the canopy above her taking her mind at least momentarily off two big problems.

The musk still lingered, heavy in the air and it was playing havoc with her mind which seemed to cling to the idea of stuffing her straining penis into the presumably dead, slippery husk of the centipede. No-one would know right? She'd been exiled they wouldn't exactly come down here and execute her for doing something worse the thought rolled around in her mind as, making her chew her bottom lip as she looked at it laying just off to her right, the tented shape of her thong jutting up within her vision as well.

It was then that she noticed another smell, different yet still sweet coming from the river itself along with a strange clicking but she couldn't be sure if that was her ears playing tricks on her as well as she rolled to her right she picked up the remains of her explosive assailant and pushed herself with some discomfort to her knees, the prickly legs of the centipede digging into the soft skin of her palm as she looked at the river.

"This is so wrong.." She mutters to herself her mind screaming at her to not do it but her cock just pulsed, throbbed with demanding need as she hooked her thumb into the waistband of the black silk and tugged it down hooking it up under the smooth pouch of her balls. All five inches of her erection strained as she with shaking and reluctant hands paused, before she lowered the hole, still dripping with ooze toward her wantonly twitching penis until the head brushed it before she took a deep breath and plunged herself inside.

 

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When she glances at the water, Kyndra discovers that hundreds of creatures, somewhat resembling tiny, inky blue lobsters, are staring up at her. The swarm has come to rest in the mud near the shore, and while numerous, they are undeniably too small to be a threat. The watch with tiny, judgemental black beads as she shoves her cock desperately into the creature's waiting corpse.

The interior of the centipede proves to be as fantastical as Kyndra's addled mind had ever dreamt it would be. The squishy ruins of its interior coat her shaft, its flexible carapace squeezing and flexing around her shaft, stimulating her cock's every aching muscle one after another.As she pulls it back off, the sinew tugs and caresses her driving her to push it down once again. On the third such stroke, as Kyndra forces the carapace balled-deep along her member, something changes. The centipede's body flexes and tightens, clamping down upon her embedded shaft. It clutches painfully tight, waylaying any effort to pull it free.

After a desperate moment of relentless tightness, Kyndra's cock experiences a new feeling. Something pointed presses against her glans, like a thick, hard needle. No sooner does she notice it than it begins to push forward, penetrating into her urethra. The result is an immediate, overpowering pain, needles of agony shooting through her body as the thick object shoves itself deeper and deeper inside her. As it goes further, though, the pain mixes with something else. It is a heady, foggy pleasure, twisting around the pain in her mind like silk around a dancer's limb.

The centipede's piercing needle seems to hilt itself at the base of her cock, the pain abating slightly now that its rough surface is no longer pushing through her. The relief does not last long, however: soon it is replaced by an even more powerful torture. Kyndra feels the needle swell, its length widening and the tip opening up at base. It begins to pulse, then, hard beads moving down the needle. The centipede's corpse thrashes about in her grip, keeping rhythm with the push of the capsules. As the first one exits the needle's tip it begins to wriggle with a life all its own, crawling down its tunnel.

This wriggling brings not pain, but an overpowering, orgasmic pleasure. As each bead begins its journey Kundra feels her balls flex in empty orgasm, releasing nothing and yet flooding her mind with pleasure all the same. The beads make their way through her body, eventually coming to rest in her balls. As each one reaches its destination, she feels her balls swell ever-so-slightly. The beads come for what feels like hours, as does Kyndra herself, until at last the final one clears the tip of the needle. By now, her sack is utterly taut, its contents straining against her skin. They are easily three times their normal size, so loaded are they with precious cargo. The little beads are visible as bumps beneath the surface that shift as she moves. Touching her balls brings at intense stick of pain and pleasure, thrilling yet intolerable to maintain.

The centipede, its flailing nerves having somehow sensed their cargo has been spent, at last relaxes its death-grip upon her member, falling limp. The needle within her contracts back to its original size, though it remains lodged deep in her urethra.

 

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The clicking noise in the river soon appears to be no-more than a veritable swarm of deep blue lobsters but of a size far smaller than she knew lobsters could be though she wasn't exactly world wise for anything outside of the capital city. Their eyes felt, almost judging, accusing even but she shook her head afterall, they were just lobsters, even as her quivering shaft was thrust into the husk of the centipedes body.

Her eyes rolled back at the exquisite slippery tightness which hugged all the right places especially around her glans, her expression was one of relief and expectant pleasure unaware perhaps of the danger, the length of her penis trembling in delight as she tugs it back up along her shaft sending a wave of shuddering pleasure through her body and a trembling groan to escape her lips as she prepares to settle into a steady pace to satisfy herself.

No sooner had the third stroke hilted her shaft balls deep into it's slippery interior than things started to go horribly wrong for Kyndra. The centipedes husk wasn't quite as dead as it looked, it clamping down hard enough on the base to make it hurt when she tried in vain to yank it free. Her assailant however had other plans as she felt something nudging against the slit of her glans before forcing it's way inside and down her urethra.

Her mind went blank her existence no more than stabbing pain in her more sensitive organ, her face contorted in a silent scream as something hard forced it's way down the straining length of her shaft until another sensation begins to mix with the pain. A sort of drunken pleasure as if her body had become a little accustomed to the intruding needle even as it seemed to swell inside her shaft causing her to double over onto her side, her hand still futilely pulling to try and dislodge it.

Soon she feels the needle pulsing the centipedes carapace thrashing in her grip as she feels some small bead like shapes being forced into her having the exact opposite effect of the needle itself. Each one that entered her was followed by a white hot tingling surge through her cock, raw pleasure obliterating any conscious thoughts and stretching the minutes that pass into near infinity from her perspective. Her mind goes nearly blank her body trying to force cum out of her body but.. With no-where for it to go the pleasure just builds and builds as more and more beads are pushed down into her balls.

Kyndra had no idea how much time had passed before she came to her senses it was however still dark and her body ached all over as though she'd just run five laps around the city. Her mind quickly catching up she looks down at the now lifeless husk of the centipede in her hand tugging it off her cock and promptly throwing it as hard as she can into the trees, looking down to inspect the damage as it were her cock seemed no worse for wear though was still half hard but her balls were a little more worrying.

Whilst she wasn't exactly big in the first place they were easily double if not larger than before then she remembered vaguely through the fog of near agonising pleasure and pain it had been forcing something into her. Pressing her balls gingerly and lifting them caused a curious mix of pleasure and pain that was too intense to even risk exploring as she gingerly replaced her abused genitals back into the silky covering of her thong and tied up her pants.

She went a little pale at the idea of what it had done and now knew better than to stick her cock in the first tempting hole to come along, she shook her head and pushed herself toward the water then thought better of it and stood up on shaky legs. Walking over to the hole she had been sleeping in she retrieved her pack and water skin, drinking a few mouthfuls rather than risk the river for now. Feeling somewhat exhausted as she sat down and leant against the tree she had no idea which direction to go nor how to deal with.. Whatever it had done to her.

"I'll just close my eyes for a minute.. Then I'll get moving away from here.." She promptly passed out a mix of the stress and fear coupled with the physical and mental toll of the ordeal not to mention a near endless series of dry orgasms and her energy was just plain spent.

 

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Kyndra drifts into a fitful sleep, her relentless erection robbing her of much of her rest, every shift sending jolting pain shooting from her heavy balls. Eventually she settles down enough to properly dose off, passing time beneath the tree.

She is awoken hours later by the heat of sunlight pressing on her brow, sneaking through the canopy to dapple across her skin, and by a low, familiar hissing. Her wakefulness is joined by a throbbing ache in her loins, cock still rock hard, engorged balls hanging tightly beneath it. It dawns on her than she has yet to properly cum, her many orgasms having doubtless filled her balls fit to bursting with fluid. Despite the faint unpleasantness in her loins, the environment surrounding her seems a far more pleasant one in the morning light. The trees have lost some of their edge, their manycoloured leaves casting a glittering, painterly air across the jungle floor.

A few feet away from her, such that it is nearly between her legs, another of the bursting centipedes rests on the ground. This one's face is intact, its horribly humanoid features facing towards Kyndra. Its upper segments are raised off the ground a bit like a glittering black snake, high enough for its glittering eyes to stare, with what could only be described as longing, towards her pulsing member.

At this point, it becomes apparent that at some point during the night Kyndra, or perhaps some unknown third party, has undone her pants and pulled free her member, which now throbs at its full 5" height, exposed to the cool morning air. Perhaps it was done in a bid to ease her aching. Now, as she stares past it to the watching centipede, another errant thought crawls into her mind.

That mouth, she thinks, balls aching to spray out their pent-up seed, looks very stretchy. It probably wouldn't be too hard to force her cock inside. A chance to rape and torment and violate one of these creatures, petty revenge for the suffering they caused her last night. And if a dead one felt that could, surely the inside of a living one would feel all the sweeter.

The urge presses on her mind, edged on by her desperate cock. It forces aside the lessons of the previous night in favour of a desperate desire to fuck. The heady scent of the centipede's musk, doubtless adding to her dulled judgement, goes entirely unnoticed.

 

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After eventually drifting off she was awoken by the feeling of the sun on her brow, her eyes scrunching and turning her face away before she opened her eyes blearily as the waking world pulled her back into it's embrace. The sunlight was a welcome change after the disturbing slime induced nightmare haze of the night though the pleasantness and the recuperating effect of getting some sleep was undercut by two less pleasant things at least in Kyndra's mind.

First and foremost, her erection jutted up painfully from between her thighs throbbing and pulsing to get her attention which caused her brow to furrow in confusion as she was fairly sure she'd covered herself back up after the events of the night. The second issue was her balls, they still looked swollen meaning that what had happened to her last night had not just been some horrific dream or terrifying hallucination which was further confirmed by the third and even more worrying point.

Between her thighs and staring with an uncomfortable longing at the shape of her quivering penis was another of those centipedes with the disturbing faces. There was something unnatural about the thoughts that pressed against her mind that were seemingly erasing the fear and horror and replacing it with lust making her wonder if it was some kind of ability they possessed as the desire to push herself into that mouth was becoming unbearable to the point her body was acting without her mind, that the sense of movement she felt was her own hand reaching toward it despite her trying to will it to stop.

The need for release, the overwhelming desire to relieve the bloated ache in her balls proved too strong to resist despite the chill of fear that tickled up and down her spine like an ice cold finger. Even as the all too familiar feel of the hard caraprace and spiny legs filled her hand and lifted it up, resting it in her lap as if her body were following instructions from someone else she guided that mouth toward the bulbous throbbing tip, biting her lip, flashes of memory the pain of last night filled her mind as she paused just a mere breath from the tip of her sensitive erection.

That musk however seemed far too potent and her willpower was decidedly low, she pushed that mouth over the head of her cock and found the interior to be warm and wet, it gripped her shaft, hugging the flesh as it seemingly pulled itself down to the base with a loud and disturbing slurp that caused her toes to curl in her boots. Her sexual experiences were limited to her own hands so the feeling of that mouth sucking down to the base then dragging against that sucking sensation back up was almost too much by itself. It was at this moment with some worrying realisation that she took note she wasn't doing anything more than holding it, the centipede like creature was doing this by itself.

It was warm, fleshy and a little sticky inside and the way it squeezed around her bulbous glans was sending white hot lances of almost unbearable pleasure jabbing through her cock. The sight alone as she watched was so disturbing in the fact the musk made it less horrifying that she closed her eyes and tried to imagine someone or something else doing the deed. Lent back against the tree, eyes closed the sounds of the jungle around her were punctuated by the lewd slurps and fleshy wet smacks as the rest of her body went almost numb compared to the pulsating white hot buzz of pleasure building in her entire cock.

She could no longer feel the texture of it inside, whether it had a tongue or teeth as her abs tensed and trembled along with her cock and shaking thighs, biting down on her lip to stifle the desire to moan as she reached the point of no return. The feeling of her climax seeming to well up in her bloated balls and then up through her turgid erection. She almost wanted to tell it where to focus it's attention or guide it with her hand but her body was shaking all over as the pressure built and built the pleasure obliterating the rest of her senses as she let out a single strangled cry as the first pulse of her orgasm hit her with enough force it may as well have been a phyiscal blow.

 

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Kyndra's pleasure mounts akin to a mountain, surging upwards and then bursting. She feels her cum surge out in thick, blissful streams, pulsing into the centipede's waiting gullet. Her orgasm does not quickly fade into afterglow, however, instead continuing. Kyndra's swollen balls continue to pump string after string of semen into the creature, until its frame distends from the quantity and it is eventually forced off by the continuing pressure.

The centipede drops to the ground, oozing a pure white liquid far thicker than kyndra's semen is usually. Even then she does not stop cumming, balls clenching as they pump lengths of milky discharge out through her swollen tip. The white ropes shoot out some distance along the ground, falling atop one another and forming a thin, milky lattice.

When her long orgasm finally ends, Kyndra is hit with a sagging exhaustion. The pleasure eases away slowly, hovering about her like a solid thing. As she basks in the afterglow, her centipede lover, managing to stretch its legs down far enough past its distended underbelly to make landfall, makes good on its escape. Its prassage is a somewhat lumbering endeavour, like a canoe trying to row itself across land, but soon enough it reaches a tree and crawls its way back into the canopy.

Kyndra recovers from her centipede-induced exhaustion soon enough. By the time she does, she has a few new features to discover. First, fortunately, her cock has at last fallen from grace, lying calmly across her balls. A streamer of the white liquid still dangles from its tip, partly hardened. Secondly, her balls have shrunk slightly. They are still much bigger than before, but are no longer so grotesquely engorged, nor so painful to touch. It appears her loins will be at least a bit easier to contain, for the moment, anyway.

 

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The universe itself seemed to fold into itself until everything she was got pumped, squeezed and outright dragged up through her cock and into the waiting gullet of the centipede like creature. Five, six, seven.. She was losing track of how many times her cock flexed in near agonising bliss as she quite literally poured her bloated balls into this horrific little thing. Her mind went blank past fifteen even as the centipede, swollen to near bursting detaches itself from her quivering mast and shuffles off about it's business leaving the former thief shuddering on the ground, cum still splashing across her leather tunic and stomach thanks to the tear in it.

For almost a full ten minutes she just lay there, breathing heavily as her mind and body recovered. Sitting herself upright she inspected the 'damage' her cock was still partly stiff but seemed to be returning to it's usual softness but her balls appeared slightly bigger than usual still leaving her to only hope they would return to their normal size over time. Tugging the black silk of her thong back into place and closing up her pants again she looked around and decided that heading away from the sheer cliff face behind her was best just in case some genuinely dangerous exile found her with her pants down that and she imagined many creatures may hunt here due to the exiles being dropped off from several dozen similar lifts.

Kyndra took one last look at the crags and razor sharp rock of the cliff-face her gaze lingering on the clouds obscuring the wall above from view almost wishing she still had her old life. An adept climber as she was even she didn't fancy her chances of getting back up that cliff face and even if she made it past that the wall itself had no hand-holds or so the rumour's said so she'd be stuck half-way up. With a resolute sigh she picked up her pack, taking a few more mouthfuls of the rapidly emptying water skin before heading straight away from the wall whilst inwardly hoping not to run into another one of those centipedes or worse.

There were few trails to follow given that everything beyond the wall was considered a wild land, unexplored, untamed and the only people that may be here were exiles if any of them survived at all that is. She looked around her eyes taking in everything. Trees, bushes, shrubs, vines were the only thing in every direction so she opted to keep heading in as straight a line as possible or maybe find some high ground or a tree that breached the canopy she could climb to better give herself some kind of direction rather than aimless wandering. A chilling thought of simply wandering forever in circles in an endless jungle filled her mind, starving to death or dying of thirst before she shook it off.

"It's a jungle, there's plenty of plants so some of them must be edible.. And there was water.. Just find some that doesn't smell weird and you'll be fine.." She said to herself as she carried on through the jungle one step at a time, despite the danger she knew had to be lurking under every rock or in every bush she had to admit it was quite the spectacular place.

 

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As she continues deeper into the jungle, Kyndra comes upon a grove. Dangling from every rainbow-coloured tree are bushels of fruit, like enormous peaches, each one at least the size of her fist, with some as large as her head. They let out a sickly-sweet scent, hinting at the delicious meat hidden beneath their skin.

As she walks through the fruit grove, Kyndra steps on a softer part of the ground. Before she has time to react, her weight causes it to collapse, her foot and much of her calve disappearing into the earth. Inside, she feels something sharp and encompassing, like a hundred tiny knives encircling her leg, slicing through the leather of her pants and into her leg as she sinks down.

 

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Eventually the scenery around her changed slightly as she entered what she could only describe as a grove or perhaps an orchard of some kind, multi-coloured trees all but sagging with ripe looking fruit that were akin to peaches only far larger, some impossibly so. A sickly sweet scent filling her nostrils as her stomach gurgled at the prospect of fresh fruit but there was a part of her that wanted to be more cautious after the centipede incident, however as if fate had a sense of humor just as she thought about being more caution the ground under her next footstep proved much less sturdy.

Her foot plunges downward, the leather being torn open up to the knee as she feels hundreds of sharp spines or blades scratching their way in several places up along her leg, fortunately she suppressed the reflex to instantly pull out lest she do more damage on the way out. The fruit may have been a distraction? She mused over that but could see nothing else out of the ordinary trying to take advantage of her predicament so shuffling her other leg onto it's knee to support her weight she lent down onto her forearms to take all the weight off the trapped leg as she attemped to pull herself free of it.

 

[Nostro]

Kyndra's leg pulls free easily, though she can feel her flesh tear in places as whatever stabbed into her is slowly pulled free by her movement. Once she has moved her leg free of the hole, she begins to see what it was that stabbed into her. They are needles, thick and rigid and bone-white, each one trailing a long, thin appendage, somewhat like enormous, single-segmented spider legs. What had felt like hundreds of punctures are, in fact, merely dozens, those that have already been pulled free leaving wounds much larger than the needles themselves, suggesting they are serrated on the inside.

Once she frees the entirety of her leg, it becomes clear that there were yet more spikes even deeper into the hole. These come out along with those in her leg, and then keep coming, more and more and more, dozens upon dozens. As each spike crests the surface it twists about to grip the edge of the hole, aiding in pulling up whatever their source is. Once the whole assembly has moved some amount, each segment shifts away from the hole to more solid ground, to better leverage itself free.

Soon, the first whole segments appear, bending about to reveal they are, in fact, much like a spider's leg, though far longer. Each segment is at least as long as Kyndra herself, and incredibly thin. They seem very fragile. Not long after that, a whole leg appears, and with it the monster that has sunk its claws into her.

Its head appears first; an open, circular maw, rimmed with teeth very similar in shape to its claws. This is filled with damp, inky-black flesh, and housed within a brilliantly blue body of cylindrical, carapaced segments. The body is roughly the same size as the hole from which it emerged, slightly wider than Kyndra's thigh, but long. From its body come its hundreds of legs, a dozen to a segment, arranged in a circle, and these propel more and more of its body out of the hold, both crawling it towards the captured thief and trying to pull her in closer, though it does not appear to be terribly strong. More and more of the creature's body pours forth, seemingly endless, though only ever as much as is needed for it to stretch towards its waiting prey.

 

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Managing to get most of her leg free of the hole and it's spiny interior came at the cost of a few dozen scratches and puncture marks in the otherwise flawless skin of her leg, now mostly bare, the leather having been shredded with worrying ease. Of course for every spine she removed to free herself another one was there and it was at this point that Kyndra realised she was perhaps in more danger than simply sticking her foot into some primitive snare trap but instead yet another of this lands denizens. Trying to pull away too quickly was not appealing despite the fragile looking nature of the spines as pulling them from the soft flesh of her leg revealed they were likely barbed in some way meaning she'd do a lot of damage if she were to just drag herself away forcefully but eventually her leg comes free of the hole itself but not the creatures grip.

She had to blink a few times not entirely sure as to what her eyes were showing her as the main segment or at least part of it's carapace covered hide emerged to reveal an almost cylindrical body that looked like nothing more than a mouth filled with teeth to her causing her to try and back away from it but the barbed limbs still holding her leg made her wince and hesitate. It was at this point she began to worry a little, averting her gaze to look around for a big rock or branch to smack it with and hopefully convince it to let her go.

For everytime she pulled a few inches further away more and more of the segmented body seems to emerged from the hole revealing it to be easily several feet long if not longer. The peaches dangling above her head almost taunting her in how close fresh food was but it made her wonder if this was just a part of this monsters hunting strategy, any exile that found this place, even the most cautious would seldom be paying much attention to the ground. The soft leather of her pants on her left leg was now torn up to just above the knee as each carefully removed spine or pull backwards the creature seemed to draw ever closer to her and she had no intention of becoming lunch.

 

[Nostro]

The strange, elongated spider-anemone pulls ever more of itself towards Kyndra, its delicate legs reaching out to clutch the ground next to her. Despite its many appendages, it makes no effort to pierce her further, apparently deeming the dozens of quills still lodged in her leg to be sufficient. Its head moves over her wounded leg, apparently aiming for her core and with no interest in mere limbs. Midway up her calve, however, the creature stops, hovers for a moment, and then slams its head down.

The impact produces a sickening crack, one that seems to echo between the trees. What follows after that is worse; an aching, piercing, blinding pain that jostles Kyndra's head, dragging her towards unconsciousness. The creature has broken her already wounded leg, or at least fractured it, crippling her and making an escape attempt that must more difficult. As the pain throbs and reciprocates, spreading up her thigh, it becomes terrifyingly apparent: Whatever end this monster has planned for her, it will not end as pleasantly as her last encounter with the centipedes.

 

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It was a hard creature to describe at least for her, it looked like some hideous cross between a spider and a sea-urchin though it didn't seem particularly interested in piercing her leg any further given the dozen or so barbs holding her painfully in place already were arresting her attempts at escape. It moves fully half-way up along her calf before it slams it's head down hard, signalling this thing is no-where near as 'friendly' as the centipede had been. The sense of impact reverberated up her leg followed by pain that made her cry out as much in surprise as the actual pain, it had hit her hard enough to injure her leg severely knowing full well it was bad enough to be fractured if not worse.

Her world seemed to spin around as her mind reeled from the pain, very nearly causing her to black out but her survival instincts began to take hold, adrenaline surging through her blood she reached for the heaviest rock she could find, about twice the size of her fist and threw it straight at the central body whilst kicking at the spines with her other leg no longer concerned with the puncturing wounds of it's barbed limbs if it was capable of breaking bone with sheer force alone.

Kyndra was in pure fight or flight not really taking it in as with each kick at the beast she used her hands to shuffle back and away, reluctant to move the injured limb at all as she did her level best to drag herself out of danger. She was beginning to regret her cautious nature now hoping she'd live long enough to learn to run rather than walk to safety.. Not that she'd be doing much walking if she survived this.

 

[Nostro]

As she repeatedly kicked her feet into the monster, Kyndra's foot lodges in its mouth. With some squirming, she manages to pull it free without injuring herself, but the shoe remains lodged, the soft fabric pierced by the creature's innumerable teeth. Finding something in its mouth, the blind monster's mouth begins to pulse, its teeth undulating like waves. The shoe is quickly worked into its gullet, then disappears.

Kyndra's struggling is not entirely fruitless, however, her kicks stunning the creature's advance long enough for her to pull the remaining spikes free. Each protrusion takes a piece of her along with it, however, adding a new stab of pain to her already aching calf. However, she soon enough finds herself free of the creature's grasp.

It having been stunned was apparently a temporary arrangement. As it recovers, the creature again begins to move towards where Kyndra last was. Its movements are slow, its body clearly too heavy for it to move quickly under the power of its tiny legs. As each of the spindly appendages lifts up, the spike at their tip straightens out and then stabs downward, digging into the earth. It somewhat resembles a person testing the ice in front of them with a pole, the creature sounding for any objects ahead of it and doubtless eager to again sink its piercers into Kyndra's flesh once again.

 

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The understandably terrified thief was not particularly accurate in her attempt to kick the thing away or otherwise dissuade it from thinking she was an easy meal and missed her intended target with her final kick lodging her foot squarely in it's mouth, though she managed to get her foot free her boot didn't fare quite so well. The durable, if soft leather was quickly turned into mulch by the endless rows of teeth and swallowed making her feel somewhat fortunate she'd pulled her leg out in time at all despite the injuries it had already caused her.

She did however notice fortune smiling on her at least partly on her efforts as the creature seems stunned by the final blow as she drags her injured leg away and crawls backwards with her hands, avoiding using her legs where possible. Trickles of blood laced her leg from the innumerable holes left in it by the creatures barbed limbs along with the painful throbbing in her calf. Glancing around behind her as she crawled away albeit with noticeable difficulty, dragging the aching and bare shape of her leg along with her, opting to aim for the base of the trees just in case it wasn't the only such creature in the grove. It didn't have eyes that she could see but right now she wasn't of a mind for taking anything for granted as this harsh wilderness seemed all too ready to punish such oversights. Was it smell? Movement? Sound perhaps that it followed or even scent, did it even have a nose?

It seemed sluggish as it pulled itself along after recovering however as if it wasn't really adapted to moving after it's food once caught, she didn't imagine many were lucky enough to pull their trapped limb out in time, a thought that sent a cold chill up her spine.Though she herself wasn't exactly her usually agile self but she still hoped it was possible to outrun or evade it for long enough for it to give up on it's hunt. Pulling herself around behind the largest tree trunk she could find whilst peering around it to keep it in sight lest it had any worse tricks up it's proverbial sleeve to unleash upon her. Whilst also keeping watch over her shoulder, on the ground behind her and even in the trees as she developed the notion that this place was as dangerous if not more so than the stories, it wasn't like they sent her down here to live happily ever after in the end.