Standing still as she stripped, the prick oozed what seemed like pre-cum in just the anticipation. The stuff appeared far more slime-like, however, as it seemed to hang off his cock for a few moments before one tentacle began to stroke and use the substance to lube up the rod. The first step had induced some worry in the monster-man, but he'd finally nod.
"It is... a-an old way. M-My monster-kin would abduct men and women alike to use their fluids for the garden... raping them. I couldn't do such a thing... all I ask is that you let me pump you full of my fluids to enrich your own. We shall create the mixture to water it... from our pleasure and your climax. It's imperative, because of that, you hold on as long as you can while taking as much as you can."
Tentacles left the cluster on his back, two of them snaking slowly and clearly in her gaze as the brushed over the outside of her legs. Two more moved as he came closer and placed either hand upon the taller woman's tits, the thumbs gently rubbing her nipples as he met her gaze. The two upper-snaking tentacles moved behind her back, gently wrapping around her. A monster would have used the distance to wrestle their prey to the ground... but as she'd feel the prick slide between her legs, it was clear that this was simply a being who appeared monstrous. The tentacles brushed and rubbed over her beautiful skin as if they were trying to study her, their texture just wet enough to induce something different than skin. They didn't trail slime upon her, but they had the sensation of it as he began walking them back into the glade. It was only as he did so that she would see the flower she had been looking for was different because it was positioned in the center of a glade.
"I-I will be leaving my g-garden soon... l-looking for a home... the f-fat man has made promises but I do not trust him... my Garden knows this and will disperse its seeds through the air soon... the more you give me, beautiful one, the more seeds they shall release... but this flower is special... if you would help me, I shall let you take any flower including it... but if you wish to have it, I ask that you let me come with you... my precious garden will not be nearly as important as that flower shall become. Not to just me... but to you."
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The scout was quiet as Helwen approached, slowing her attempts in a mix of shame initially. However, as the healer turned and began to clean herself as if nothing happened, it drew a confused look from Jen. It took many moments, the weak woman's attempts stopping as her breathing returned to normal. Her eyes transfixed on the nice derriere of the other woman, she'd finally bite her lip. The sound of the water shifting was the only sort of warning that the healer had, the scout's arms wrapping around her waist and her being pulled up against something. That something, of course, was Jen's face burying against the plump rear. No words came, the scout's strength just enough to firmly hold the woman still as she turned and pulled Helwen with her weight. Even weakened, the woman's pull was enough to put the naked healer against the rock and give Jen a better angle on her prize. Specifically, the tight cunt of the holy woman. And the first thing she did was buried her face against it, lowering just enough to lick at her clit ever so gently.
"You tease... I-I'm too horny to nngh~... care a-anymore! I'll make you enjoy it, so just hold still and watch for monsters. Aralisk has shown me favor giving you an ass like this..."
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The arrival of the said-orcs was no doubt impending. It'd take all but a minute and a great stride as Otto moved up and into the tree, the vial vanishing as the ranger reached the very cluster of branches that hid Kate. How he had got up so quietly with his large bow was nothing but a bizarre miracle, but he didn't seem readying himself to fire. Instead, he moved a hand to clasp the bolt on the woman's weapon.
"No. You don't kill any of them."
His eyes were stern, resting the bow ever so slightly in the branches. There'd be a bizarre lack of scent on Otto, no doubt partly why the ranger had no doubt been hunting the orcs so openly. His eyes turned toward the group of orcs just as they'd enter the clearing, each of them sniffing and looking about as they walked quietly to the campfire. Initially, only three walked into the clearing... but then two more came out with chains over their shoulders tugging along what looked like a cart. Within the cart, nude girls and girly boys were contained. The smell of spunk and sweat was all it took to tell that these were the playthings of the orcs. The weaponry the sex-focused monsters carried was that of wooden spears... but as the cart came up a single orc alone towered at an astounding foot over the others. Almost nine feet tall, the orc's body was covered in crude steel plate. As the others laughed and cheered, Otto would lean closer and whisper against the hood of the other marksman.
"If we kill them here, we won't find their den... finding their den is the only-... way to save others like that. These aren't smart monsters... and if we were to try and take these six, even by surprise, we would be found and captured. And unless you like becoming breeding stock, you'll think twice. Talk quietly and-.... only when they do. The smoke you released will ensure they don't find us for now.
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