Re: Susan (plmnko)
Tess looks down at her breasts in regard to Susan's follow up question. "They're still a bit bigger than I remember, but that constant sensitivity is gone."
Susan chose that moment to test Tess' sensitivity and found that some of it at least was still there as she kneaded the red head's C-cups.
The two exchange positions several times, alternating fingering and licking each other until they both reach their climax.
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Both have reached Sporen Resistance Level 3! You will now only receive a point of AP once every 30 minutes while being exposed to the Sporen spores.
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Grobble appears in the doorway several minutes after the two are done and brings with him two sets of basic robes, brown, baggy things with ropes to bind and tie off at the waist, such that they both look like Franciscan monks once they are dressed.
"We do not normally require clothes, but these are taken from the troglodyte cultists that we sometimes catch within our domain," Grobble explained. "I shall take you now to the Queen while you are more in control of yourselves."
So saying the pair was led by Grobble and a small entourage of other Sporen Guards to a large stone building structure carved into the base of the "northern" cavern wall. Within the large structure were gathered many Sporens of all shapes and colors, roughly as tall as Susan and Tess, and all looked on them with black eyes shining out from underneath their caps.
Against the wall, sitting on a throne that was encircled in a ray of sunlight that poured through a single shaft in the cavern ceiling, stood a proud Sporen whose stem curved in a pleasant hourglass shape and was recognizable as a woman by human standards, though the bumps that made up her breasts had no nipples, nor did she have any hair or opening at where her womanhood should have been. Her mouth was invisible to the eye until she opened it to speak, and her eyes seemed to be deep and searching, peering hard at the two humans before her.
"There has been much said about the two humans who fought my guards at the secret gateway to our realm. I have been advised that you may well be spies or servants of the scaled ones, who crave the flesh of our young and old alike, and eat of our unawakened kin in the depths. You did not surrender until it was obvious to you that you were trapped and outnumbered, and there seems to be no assurances that you are simply what you appear to be - two escaped slaves and tentacle birth mothers - defiled and tainted by the dark powers, as humans so easily are, you may already be under their sway, willing or not.
"State your names and your purpose, as you would have me believe them. And be careful, for I am Salgia, bloom of Yulga, Queen of the Sporens, and blessed to detect all falsehoods."