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Within the Beast (Tassadar)


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As you head into the cave you notice that the walls never truly hinder your movement. If someone were to try an ambush you would have plenty of room to duck to the side and counter. The ceiling is high enough for even an ogre to walk through safely, and the occasional weathered yet sturdy looking frame tells you this may have once been an abandoned mine.

Your trip is short, however. A large chamber can be seen in the distance, and a vaguely human figure can barely be noticed. You can't be quite certain as its abdomen seems far too large for anything even remotely possible, but the shackled arms held up and away as well as the mess of dark hair falling down in front of this being's face and chest say otherwise. It's only when you finally begin to enter the chamber that you finally realize you've been staring at a woman. You can barely make out the fine lines of her face behind her brown locks, but they can do nothing to conceal the swell of her bosom.

Had you found her elsewhere you may have considered her a rather lovely lady, but it is impossible to ignore the almost disgusting bulge of her stomach. Her belly has inflated to such sizes that border on the impossible. Her body looks as if it were pregnant with a litter of full grown humans, and you can quite literally see her flesh straining to hold itself together. How anyone could grow to this size and not burst was beyond reason. Any normal person would have died at this point, and by the looks of this she already has. You can't hear a heartbeat, you don't see her breath, there is nothing there to say she still lives. But if this were true you would not have felt her. Her presence is the only thing your mind can find within the tunnels, and even within your mind's eye she still appears as bloated as she does now.

Before you can close the distance to confirm her well-being her arm twitches in response to one of your steps. You watch as she takes a very long, labored breath, and after a couple more she finally starts to lift her head. "H..." Her voice is weak. Exhausted. It sounds like Death could take her any second, but she still fights with every bit of strength she can muster. "Who's...there...?" Her hair parts a bit to reveal her face, and the first thing you notice are her eyes. At the moment they seem unfocused, but you can see them trying to adjust to the darkness that surrounds you both.

A moment later you notice something else, something that draws your attention even more than the stomach that looks as large as she is. Across her chest you can see a faint pattern that doesn't reveal itself well in this faint light. At first it doesn't look like much, but eventually you can see it almost as plain as day: an odd tattoo bearing a cross merged with the blade of an axe.
 
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As she comes across the form of the heavily pregnant woman, Sara can only stare upon her in horror. To her people pregnancy was sacred, due in no small part to the fact that her people had so few children. So, to see the act of forming life so obviously violated, as no one, human or elven, could possibly have caused this woman to grow to the size that she was naturally. Some kind of supernatural horror must have come upon her, to have caused her to grow to such a size. The pain of it must have been excruciating, both the carrying and the act that had caused it.

When the woman speaks, Sara waits for a moment, until she recognizes the symbol on the womans chest. "Are you.... are you Priestess Corrine? I am Sara, a Valkyrie sent here to find you. What.. What happened to you?" She says quietly, looking down on the human with a mix of pity at her current state and admiration at her ability to survive.
 
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"Yes, I am Corrine, and I have been..." She pauses to turn her head back down to look at the immense bulge she now carries, and after a brief moment of reflection she simply closes her eyes when she continues. "I have been...tainted." You can hear the quite distinct tone of defeat and shame in her voice. Her body shows that same tone. Every inch of her has simply gone slack as if it were resigned to its fate, but after a few seconds her brow suddenly furrows. Her hands clench tightly before they grab at the chains that bind her arms in place. Her entire form tenses in an effort to bring her back to a stand, and even with her unnatural weight holding her down she somehow manages to plant her feet and lift herself into the air.

"Listen closely, Valkyrie. There is little time. A demon has spawned within these woods. I managed to find and destroy it, but a piece still remains. It infected one of my sisters and ambushed me while my guard was down. Its spawn will eventually come together to reform its body. You cannot let that happen! Please, I beg of you, do not let this thing be rebor-"

A sudden jerk forces the Priestess to lose what little balance she had. Her landing is hard, but despite how painful it looked she only looks surprised. Her eyes venture down to her bloated stomach before she looks back at you, and the next moment she jerks once again with a pained expression on her face. When you look you find something that would shock even the most hardy of souls. Her skin starts to stretch even further than it already has, and as it does you clearly see the outline of whatever abomination has settled within her womb. Corrine begins to scream bloody murder as what looks like the length of a snake presses against her flesh, and that scream becomes more primal as a few more bodies press against the fleshy cave that strains to keep them intact.

"KILL IT!" As she screams her order a sudden rush can be heard, and while her torso looks like it will be torn apart at any second a disgusting pool of white liquid starts to spread out from between her legs. "PLEASE!" Her eyes are shut tight, tears are rolling down her face, and you swear you can feel her soul screaming for mercy. It's an ungodly sound that nearly rips your spirit in half. One would even say it was far worse than the horror you are forced to witness right now.

No soul should be forced to endure that kind of pain, but can you really do as she asked? Can you kill a holy woman who begs for relief? No being should be forced to endure this torture. To make that person suffer is a cruelty far worse than the consequences one would face from striking down a god's champion, but this couldn't be the only option you were given. There must be some other way that does not involve Corrine's death. The only question is whether you have the heart to wait for that path to reveal itself.

Option 1 - Grant Corrine's request - Spirit
Option 2 - Wait - Hidden

Sera

Willpower - 18/18
Combat and HP - 7 and 20/20
Explore and Stam - 8 and 20/20
Spirit and Magic - 5 and 20/20
Naughty and Lewd - 1 and 10/10
 
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Saras eyes widen in horror at Corrine's proclamation that a demon had somehow come to be within this area. While she had expected something of this sort, she had still hoped that it might be something more mundane. Looking upon the bound, helpless, and utterly violated priestess and knowing what had been done to her to make her as such, Sara felt a mixture of remorse and pity for the human before her. She had been through things that would break most individuals, and Sara wasn't even sure if she herself would have been as strong as the priestess was now, despite the spawn of evil that grew within her.

The elf starts as the Priestess jerks off of her feet, panicking and swiftly drawing her blade. For a moment, it seems as though Sara is about to grant Corrine's wish and end her desperate agony before her vile progeny can come fully into the world. Something, however, makes the elf stay her hand. Corrine had been horribly violated, and was clearly in unendurable agony, but Sara knew that the woman could do much fore for her people if she lived past today. While she didn't truly know Corrine, Sara already knew that the woman was incredibly strong of body, mind and spirit for her to have survived what had happened with her mind intact. So, instead of trying to cut into Corrine's womb and slay the demon before it is born, Sara waits for it to exit the Priestess, at which point the elf fully intends to chop the vile thing into pieces.

If she missed her opportunity, or the creature decided to tear its way through Corrine's flesh rather than be born in the traditional way, however, there was no telling what might happen.....

(Wait.)
 
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((It's only a week later... God, I suck.))

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Option 2 - Wait - Hidden - Naughty - 18 vs 17 (1 + 16) - FAIL by 1
--- Combat x1.5 - 1 x1.5 = 1
Take 1 HP and 1 Lewd damage


For a moment you start to fear the worst. The bulges visibly pressing against their confines begin to pulse. Corrine's stomach starts to stretch wider and wider, the hellspawn within expanding and relaxing with each second as it tries to force its way out. The woman's screams tear through you, but before you have a chance to change your mind it suddenly ends. Corrine's body suddenly goes slack, and the creature in turn ceases moving. The lack of any movement on her end is distressing, but the priestess's still ragged breathing tells you she's still alive.

The sudden change is a bit odd, so when you take a look and fail to notice anything all that different you're left a bit confused. It's only when you hear the slight splash that you take a closer look at the floor beneath the woman. Even with your enhanced eyesight in this darkness you failed to notice it, but now that you've focused your search you find a rather thin length of flesh slowly floundering in the puddle of ooze gathered between the woman's legs. It looks like nothing more than a worm, and with it twisting over itself you almost dismiss it as such until you spy its tail poking out of Corrine's uterus.

For a while the tiny thing doesn't do much more than writhe around in the open air, but after a few moments it appears to gain some self control. Another soon joins it, and together they mold to the folds of the woman's mound and begin to press away from each other. Corrine's more intimate flesh is on full display, and as it opens more a fresh wave of that unholy sludge begins to pour out, but something else starts to catch your eye. The suspicious looking white fluid nearly masked its appearance, but as the seconds pass you spot a bulb starting to work its way out of the priestess.

It isn't all that large, you doubt it could be the creature's main body, but unlike the miniature tentacles it doesn't exit any farther than an inch. All you can see is the very head of this thing. This is enough to give at least a little more detail, and should you examine it you will find a pair of seams crossing over its tip somewhat similar to the bud of a flower.

And just like a flower it suddenly opens. Four flaps spread wide, and before you have a chance to react a million strands of flesh lash out and begin to engulf you. You try to resist, but a sudden pressure around your wrists and ankles keeps you from doing much more than falling onto your back. As you struggle to gain some control a number of small bodies starting to wriggle all across your body. At first they feel like they're simply trying to completely ensnare you, but instead of wrapping around you and holding you tight the tips begin to explore. You can feel them rolling over your clothing, massaging every bit of exposed flesh, caressing the boundaries of your bosom and slowly ascending the inside of your thighs. Your body begins to betray you, and the moment those tentacles find a sensitive area they focus their efforts there.

Slowly but surely you can feel yourself becoming more and more excited by the second. Your nipples have turned into peaks, and a couple of the mini-tentacles have chosen to flick and pull on each one. You can feel your excitement starting to trickle down your leg, and this encourages the tentacles there to begin fondling your nether lips while one draws tiny little circles right around your hardening clit. The more you feel your excitement starting to grow they more bold they become, and you start to feel a few more working their way under the hems of your clothes. As they lightly writhe against your skin you feel them leave a slightly damp sensation wherever they pass. You can almost feel them secreting a liquid, and you can feel it starting to seep into your skin. The more it does the more your body begins to relax, and the more you do the more you realize these things are trying to overwhelm you.

Things do not look good. Your body is starting to lose its strength, and no matter how much you loathe to admit it this hellspawn is caressing you far better than any lover you had ever known. If this keeps up you may lose total control over your own actions. But all is not lost yet. If you gather your will you are sure you can strike at the creature through Corrine just as she asked. You can end this battle now, but what if you hold out? The creature has yet to birth itself, and a tiny whisper in the back of your head tells you it isn't ready for the world. If you can gain your footing and drag it out you can safely dispatch the beast without destroying the holy woman in the process. The only question is if you can. Will you be able to resist the creature's advances long enough to take a stand?

Option 1 - Grant Corrine's request - Spirit
Option 2 - Drag the demon spawn out for a clean kill - Naughty (Combat, Miniboss, Encampment)

Sera

Willpower - 18/18
Combat and HP - 7 and 19/20
Explore and Stam - 8 and 20/20
Spirit and Magic - 5 and 20/20
Naughty and Lewd - 1 and 9/10
 
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(Option 2. Sorry about the wait, been busy.)

Sara cries out as the strange bud erupts into a horde of writhing tentacles, trying to pull away before they can take hold of her but failing miserably. The elven warrior grunts in exertion as she tries to pull herself free, an equally fruitless attempt, but her grunts quickly turn into sighs as the tentacles begin writhing against her flesh. No one had ever touched her like this, other than the few times she'd experimented on herself when she was alone, and it wasn't long before her virgin flower was dripping honey, and her nipples and clit fully hardened. The unfamiliar sensations the demons tentacles were giving her paralyzed her for a few moments, the elven girl doing nothing more than holding still as the tentacles writhed across the outside of her clothing.

When they reached under her clothes to fondle her nether lips and clitoris, however, she snapped back into movement. The slimy tentacles might feel wonderful, but there was no way she was going to let this.... Abomination, be her first. Doing her best to resist the substance that was seeping into her system through her skin, Sara tried to free her wrists so that she could grab a handful of the tentacles that were still waving through the air. If she could get a handful of them, Sara would then try and drag the creature out of Corrines body, before cutting the vile thing to pieces.
 
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((Fucking dice! Oh well, feel free to kill it however you want.))

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Option 2 - Drag the demon spawn out for a clean kill - Naughty - (18 - 2) 16 vs 21 (1 + 20) - Pass


For a moment all seems lost. Your arms refuse to move as you wish, and with all these abysmal arms holding you down you feel more exposed than you ever have in your entire life. But you refuse to give in. Your determination to keep your purity lights your soul aflame, and with one mighty jerk you manage to an arm free.

The creature holding is shocked by this. It lies still for no more than a second, but that is more than enough. Your free hand grabs the mass surrounding your other arm, and with a grip like iron you yank yourself free. A shrill shriek of pain sounds within the cavern. The tentacles caressing the rest of your body immediately pull away, but you already have a firm hold on some. The small cluster in your hand tries to whip itself free, but your other soon joins the first and grasp the slimy little abominations in a death grip.

Now that the tables are turned you dig your feet into the ground. Your entire body begins to tug against the mass embedded in the woman. She begins to wail once more as if you were ripping out her insides, but with every inch you gain you can see her distended belly starting to deflate. Bit by bit you start to see more of the creature in your hands, and bit by bit you can see Corrine starting to realize what you are doing. Even as you forcefully stretch her uterus wide open during this induced birth she somehow manages to grip the chains binding her and pull with all her might.

It isn't long until you see a large bulbous sack of flesh. The end is nearing, and with it you can see Corrine struggling to push the damned thing out of her. It's obscene how far stretched the woman is at this point. The width of this hell spawn is easily twice that of any human newborn. It should be impossibly for any creature to birth something so massive, but somehow Corrine manages.

Then you feel it. A small pop. The resistance you'd been feeling this entire time finally ends, and with it you hear and feel the fleshy thud of a sack of meat hitting the ground. The demon is free. A piercing cry that cuts through your very mind nearly deafens you as you recover, but when you look you find that sack sitting near your feet as something inside struggles for release. A moment later the bag simply peels open to reveal a mass of varying tentacles floundering around each other. A couple wave in the air in your general direction as if trying to force you back, but there is no coordination. This thing is exposed and helpless.
 
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Sara very nearly throws up as the sac that Corrine had birthed opens, revealing a mass of wriggling tentacles. A mixture of horror and revulsion settles within her at the vile sight of the unholy abomination that the priestess had been forced to carry, and the elven huntress knew that the vile thing would have probably planted a twin of itself within her own womb had she allowed it to. With that thought, however, her revulsion turns into blinding rage.

Her hand darts down to where she'd dropped her longsword, her body dropping and rising in a single fluid motion as her eyes begin to glow a bright green. Her left hand passes once over the blade of her sword while arcane words slipped past her lips, glowing a forest green to match her eyes, and as it passed the steel of her blade burst into bright flames. Taking her sword over her head, Sara stepped forward and brought it down on the writhing mass, the flaming blade going through the demon like butter thanks to the purifying flames she'd attached to it, and Sara instantly turning the momentum of the swing to the side as it left the abominations body and turned it into another slash. Her flaming sword surged through the air in a series of relentless bright flashes, dimming for only a brief second as it cut into the newborn demon before flaring brightly as it came back into the air. Even when nothing of the mass was moving, Sara continued cutting into it, destroying the demons body utterly.

Finally, the energy of both her body and her spell spent, Sara stepped backwards, panting, as she surveyed what she'd done to the demon. Her blade had left scars in the stone where the vile mass had lain, but there was nothing left of it but chunks of ash. Her blade has reduced it to chunks no larger than a plum, and the flame she'd put on it had burned away even the demons blood. Remembering why it was that she'd had to wait to kill the vile thing, Sara looked up at Corrine, trying to determine whether or not the priestess yet lived.
 
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When you look over to Corrine she simply lays limp within her shackles. She doesn't look up, she doesn't say a word, she doesn't even so much as breathe while her head just hangs forward. Only when she finally lifts her face to look at the heavens does she show any sign of life. The scream she lets out is far louder than anything you have heard this day, but you can quite clearly hear the joy and relief in her voice before her head falls back down once more. She pants for a few more seconds before she raises a very tired eye in your direction. "Th...Thank you...Lady Sara..."

Her body is bare and exhausted, and it is still stretched beyond normal human measure, but you can tell she's practically singing now that she's finally free of that infernal beast. She almost seems surprised at her own joy. "I guess I'm a little more attached to this life than I thought. Heh." She merely sits there with a wry smile on her face, but a moment later she takes a deep breath. She lets it out slowly before she takes another, and this time her hands clench in a fist as she struggles against the chain holding her right arm in the air. For a second this looks like nothing more than a futile waste of strength, but the sudden snap of a link followed by the thud of metal falling to the ground sounds her arm's escape. She turns her head to her still bound wrist, but then she shakes her head. "That's it. My body has reached its limit Damned beast stole most of my strength."
 
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Seeing that the Priestess is still alive, Sara smiles, and is about to approach her.... Before she lets out her unbelievably loud scream, causing Sara to jump and scuttle back, her eyes searching for a second as she thought that some other enemy might be upon them. The elf quickly recovers, however, and blushes slightly at how easily she'd been startled as she walks over and kneels beside the clearly exhausted woman. "You are welcome, Lady Corrine. I am glad that my efforts to preserve your life were not in vain;" Sara says, as she pulls her pack off of her back and starts rummaging through it, looking for her water skin.

A moment later, as Corrine manages to snap one of the chains holding her by her own strength, Sara gasps, amazed that she had been able to bring up such strength, especially after what she'd just been through. "Rest for a moment, and have some water. I'll see about getting you out of these chains, and then we'll get out of here." She says, as she offers Corrine some water. After the woman had had something to drink (or refused,) Sara pulled out a set of lock picks and began working on the other lock, trying to get Corrines other hand free while she continued to speak; "The person that did this to you, the member of your party that betrayed you; Do they still live? And was that demon the cause of all that has happened here, or just another effect?"
 
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With the water skin offered Corrine gladly accepts it and bows her head in thanks. Her head is knocked back to take down as much as she can in one gulp, and she immediately regrets doing so. Every drop she swallowed is practically thrown onto the ground by her feet. When her mouth is finally free she nearly doubles over and moans while clutching her overgrown stomach. "My apologies. I'll try not to waste anymore."

While taking small sips to allow her body to accept the hydration it needs the woman simply watches you work on the remaining lock. That ends once you ask your questions. She doesn't answer right away, but the somber look in her eyes tells you she's trying to find it. "She lives. It needs her alive." She pauses once more to take another sip. "I don't know what it was doing here, but that thing has been corrupting the area little by little. Nobody noticed until a couple residents from Helmoth went missing. My followers and I just happened to be in the area, and we caught the slightest bit of demonic influence buried deep in the forest. We managed to find it, but it was far stronger than we thought it would be. It captured a couple of my sisters and tried to use them as shields, but I couldn't let that happen. I tore them from its body, and once they were free I managed to destroy the beast.

"But it was a tricky creature. It planted a piece of itself in my second. The Church of Temteir celebrates life and love in all its forms, and the beast used that to catch me off guard. It influenced Annelle into my chambers, and before I realized it she planted another piece inside me. I couldn't fight both her and what was inside me at the same time, and eventually she dragged me out here to keep from interfering with the demon's wishes. I can tell that influence has spread to the other sisters, and by now it probably wormed its way into every woman in the village." Her eyes drop once more with her explanation done. "Some Maiden I turned out to be..."
 
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Sara listens intently to Corrines story as she works on the lock, slowing her work so that it won't complete until she finishes speaking. Her entire body freezes as the priestess mentions that every woman in the village might be infected by now, however, horror keeping the elven girl still as her eyes widen. She recovers a moment after the woman delivers her final piteous statement, and fumbles for a moment as her gaze shifts back to Corrines face as she says; "Purity is a thing of the mind, and of the spirit, not of the body. I doubt that any god worth listening to would care much for a bit of torn flesh when compared to the caliber of a persons heart. Your dedication to your cause, and to your life, allowed you to withstand unspeakable torment. If your church celebrates life and love as you say, what greater love might there be than to suffer and endure for the sake of both? You do yourself a great disservice with your self-pity."

It was as she finished that sentence that Sara finally freed Corrines other arm, and after she let the womans hand down she continued; "Now, if what you say is true, then how might we destroy the creature permanently? Surely there must be a better way than killing every woman in the village, or pulling the vile creatures from their wombs as I did for you? If but one escapes our notice, the whole thing might start again, or even spread! And in what state would that leave them? You are far stronger than the average woman, and the beast within you very nearly claimed your life."
 
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"It's not my chastity that has me worried." Corrine seems rather hesitant to look you in the eye, but she eventually forces herself so she can properly explain. "I promised I would look after my disciples. Not just to the Church, but to each girl individually. I swore I would do everything in my power to keep them safe, and I couldn't stop that beast from violating Annelle in the middle of our battle! I failed to protect her, and when I sought to console her I only let the demon tighten its stranglehold on her soul. I should have felt the corruption instead of simply spreading my legs! I'm a disgrace to the title of Maiden!

"But..." As much as she looked like she was about to cry the woman held herself from collapsing under her own emotions. "But you are right. It would be a disservice to just give in." With a bit of resolve starting to pick her up you can see the priestess's eyes starting to sharpen. "Even if my disciples have been corrupted I still hold some connection to each one. That means I hold the same with the beast itself. It can't think straight. With its essence spread over so many people it only has three things on its mind: hide, subjugate, impregnate. It needs time for its children to develop, and they can't fully develop inside a woman who refuses to surrender. I may not have done much, but I managed to delay its reintegration long enough for you to destroy a part of it. But the other pieces are ready. Now that its presence is known the beast is preparing to gather its spawn together to reform its body. This will be your time to strike. With my piece missing it will take some time for the creature's core to reconstitute itself. It will need every bit of material it can find, and it won't be able to break off anymore until it is whole once again. If you can destroy it before it matures the beast should simply dissolve into nothing. I'm not sure how the people will react, but that will be our best bet to destroy this thing in one fell swoop."

During her entire explanation Corrine's eyes looked as if they were focusing more and more on something beyond the confines of this cave, but now that she's done a few shakes of her head returns her gaze to the present. This is when she finally remembers the water skin she still carries, and when she takes a look she notices it nearly empty at this point. "I may not be able to help fight, but..." The pouch is placed next to her bosom, and after a few quick prayers she returns it to you. "This should help." And indeed it did. When you swallow what little remains you can feel those few drops of water racing through your blood. It eases your aches and pains. It heals your nicks and scratches. You even feel it pouring over your soul and calming your spirit even after nearly falling victim to the demon you slew.

"You need to hurry, Lady Sara. There's a very small window to attack, and the beast has readied itself for this moment. And..." During Corrine's hesitation you notice the look of someone who realized they may have made a mistake. "...I think it knows you're coming..." Those words haunt you as you finally leave. Once you step outside you realize what she meant. A number of shadows can be seen shifting behind the trees and underbrush. What's more disturbing is the fact that they all turn to your sudden appearance and stare at you with glowing red eyes. You instantly recognize the shadows for the forest creatures they are, but that look of pure malice in all their eyes is a clear sign that they are no longer the innocent beings they once were. A quick survey shows you are far too outnumbered to even think of overpowering them, but you notice an opening to your flank. It's small, minute, and you begin to wonder if you can outrun the vines and the lone wolf you can barely see in the distance, but it looked like a far better alternative than trying to fight your way through an army of corrupted animals.

But that may not be enough. This is their home. They know the lay of the land far better than you do, and they've lived their entire lives battling each other for survival. A move to try and escape could excite them to the point where they'll happily give chase and run you into the ground. Perhaps you should make them think twice. As corrupted as they are these things are still mere animals. A show of strength would make them think twice, and a display of overwhelming power would make them turn with their tails tucked between their legs. An appropriately flashy or devastating spell would serve nicely. Then again you may need your spiritual strength for the battle you are about to face. It's all a question of which you trust.

Option 1 - Use magic to clear a path - Spirit
Option 2 - Trust your feet to bring you to safety - Explore

((I like how Sera's name changed. ;)))

Sara

Willpower - 18/18
Combat and HP - 7 and 20/20
Explore and Stam - 8 and 20/20
Spirit and Magic - 5 and 20/20
Naughty and Lewd - 1 and 10/10
 
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(Woops. Sorry about that.)

After she drinks the blessed water, and feels her strength return to its greatest level, Sera returns her gaze to the weakened priestess and says; "Very well. I'll return here to see to you once the demon is destroyed. You should be safe in here." And, with that, Sera leaves the cavern, hoping that Corrine would still be there, alive and well, when she returned.

Upon stepping outside and catching a glimpse of the corrupted animals, dozens of glowing red eyes turned toward her, the elf couldn't help but smile slightly. Some others might have attempted to frighten the creatures away, relying on magics of destruction where they would otherwise fail, she felt no need for such things. She was elvenborn, raised in the woods of her homeland to live off them as much as any beast of the wilds. She had lived as a part of nature her entire life. Her purpose hung within her head, strengthening her resolve. These beasts were as much victims as the people within the town, or the priestess she'd just left in the cave.

Sera calmly drew her bow form around her back, ensuring that the string was intact in the process, and calmly knocked an arrow. As she aimed it high into the sky, her body, along with the arrow, began to glow with a soft green light. The light brightened, until it was nearly blinding to anything that might look upon her. This was a magic only one such as she could ever have called upon: the power of nature, transforming her into its emissary to see that the blight upon it was extinguished, no matter the cost. Her purpose clear, Sera took in a deep breath, before letting her arrow fly. It took off into the sky, going straight toward the town, where it would land unerringly in the town center. At the same time, Sera took off running, her body still aglow, moving as fast as a lightning bolt as she rushed toward the village where her query waited, guided by her own miniature shooting star with which she was connected. Nothing natural could hope to keep up with her in that run, and there was no obstacle which she wouldn't get at least a second or two of warning before it was upon her.

(Magic for the test, though it's sort of both.)
 
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Option 1 - Magic of a different sort - Spirit - 17 vs 15 (5 + 10) - FAIL by 2
Take 2 Spirit damage


When you call upon the essence of the forest it answers with force. Both you and your arrow shine with a light that makes all the creatures present cringe the moment it strikes them. From the corners of your eyes you can see each animal turn. Their eyes no longer hold that red gleam that promised pain the moment they caught you. Now they show shame. You can almost hear them balking, cursing their own weakness for letting themselves become tainted into mere shadows of their former selves.

When your arrow is fired it lights the trees as it passes overhead. After the first step you take down that path you no longer sense that stagnant air of death that clung to you with every step you took toward the mine. With the second step you're practically bounding through the small congregation of beasts gathered all around. You can almost feel the taint that corrupted this land burning in your presence.

But with the third step you sense something wrong. Now that you've stepped into the forest proper the light that guides you flickers. The strength you have been granted falters. Your connection to the forest itself is nearly broken, and you barely catch yourself before you trip over an exposed root and fall to the ground. During that slight stumble you can hear the creatures behind you roaring in excitement. The darkness that plagued them has returned, and now they begin to give chase.

As you flee you wonder what could have gone wrong. You reach out once again to touch the spirit of the forest, and it answers once more. You can feel its blessing running through your body giving you the strength to outrun the monsters nipping at your heels, but something is still wrong. It feels as if the earth itself is struggle to grant you what power it can. Mother Nature herself is desperately fighting to take your hand while something sinister is wrapping its coils around her and dragging deeper into a dark abyss. You feel as if you need to struggle yourself to keep her from being consumed, and it slows your progress the more you try. Your pace still outmatches the infected animals, and your flight soon takes you out of their reach, but the closer you come to the now dim beacon you fired the more you feel as if you too will soon be dragged into that same dark pit. When the village comes into view the hand that clung to your spirit suddenly releases its grip. Whatever trial awaits you in this little hamlet is forcing you to face it alone.

When you first break the treeline you notice that Helmoth looks completely empty. Neither hide nor hair of the women you saw earlier can be found, but your view is blocked by a couple of oddly placed buildings. Your ears do pick up a couple muffled screams and moans, and they sound as if they're coming from the center of town. When you finally round the buildings that block your view you find yourself witness to a truly sordid sight. The women of the village have been found, and they are all engaged in what could be considered a carnival of sex. All you can see is a loose pile of bodies wrapped around each other. To the left you find a pair of women grinding over each other's hand. To the right you find another pair locked so they both may pleasure the other with their tongues. Between both pairs you find one woman assaulted from all sides, a mouth attached to each of her breasts while a third between her legs works the poor girl into a frenzy. Even as far away as you are you can still hear it all, the squelches and the slurps and the lustful cries that echo all around.

No one has noticed your arrival, but somehow you feel drawn. Something is whispering silently in your ear. It beckons you, drives you to step forward and let go. Release yourself, and you shall experience pleasures the likes of which you have never known...
 
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Sera did her best to keep heart as she followed her beacon of light, trying to keep up while avoiding the obstacles that blocked her path. How could a single demons influence so effectively block the power of nature itself? And a demon that was in pieces at that! She had a feeling that, if she didn't stop the demon permanently, things were going to get much worse. So, she hurried, and when she tripped on the root, she stubbornly pulled herself to her feet, and continued on, keeping her will upon her magic as strong as she could. But the difficulty of holding the spell, along with the encroaching sense of despair, threaten to overwhelm her all the way to the village.

When Sera arrived, and found the place empty, she began to feel as though she might have been wrong about where the demon would be, but when she heard the moans, she immediately followed them to their source, her certainty that she had found her foe growing with every step. But when she comes upon the orgy, the elven maiden stops in her tracks, horrified and confused by what she'd found. All those women, writhing amongst one another in what looked like absolute bliss, seemed almost... Intoxicating. She was so enraptured by what she saw, that Sera didn't even notice what she was doing until she'd already taken three steps toward the orgy, and undone the top few laces of her armor, revealing some of her cleavage. She stumbles back, her face flushed in embarrassment and arousal, and she muttered; "Demons influence.... It must be getting to me..... I've got to end this now.... Before....." Then, shaking her head, she tore her eyes away form the massive orgy, and began looking for something that might be able to point her in the direction of her enemy. Without the ability to call upon nature for aid, she was reliant on her own senses, which were already dulled somewhat as it is.
 
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((Hey, I finally managed to finish a post that I actually liked.))


You turn your eyes to look at the nearby buildings. "Mmmm..." You shut your eyes to try and block out the moans. "Ah...more...!" You try to ignore the debauchery before you, but... "FUCK ME HARDER!" That scream causes you to look back in shock. You instantly find the woman face down in the dirt. The woman behind her is lifting the girl's ass into the air, propping her legs farther apart until you can swear you see steam rising from her exposed and gaping sex. Her partner leans forward to give the girl one long and deep lick. It causes a shudder to run through her, and she cries out in need. You can hear it echoing in your mind, that voice pleading for someone's attention, and you nearly step forward to answer that call.

But that's when you see it. You watch it coil around the other woman's body, passing between her legs, rubbing its entire length along her slit, looping around her body to rise from her ample cleavage until it hovers over the girl presenting her womanhood so lewdly. A tentacle. A demon limb topped with a mushroom head that looks nearly as thick as your own fist. It lowers a little to inspect its offering, the girl with her head planted on the ground slightly swaying her hips back and forth in an effort to entice the massive thing to dive right in. And it does. It surges forward, meeting just the tiniest bit of resistance due to its massive girth before it spreads the girl's puffy lips and makes her scream in a mix of surprise and pain. Then all she can do is moan in heat as it slowly but steadily rocks in and out of her, driving down to her very core before nearly pulling completely out just to press forward once more.

After a few more thrusts you manage to shake your attention from the oddly enticing scene and trace the tentacle back to its source. The pile of bodies is no longer just a pile of bodies. You can see alien limbs twisting around tangled arms and legs, each one diving into another woman as they all desperately cling to them and cry for release. At the center of it all you see a number of tentacles gathering and writhing, and buried within them you catch glimpses of a lone girl. Swarmed and surrounded, she is nothing more than a toy for them to fuck, all of them vying for position as they crowd around each of her holes. When one enters another gets pushed aside, and this continues until somehow her body finds a way to accept them all. The sheer mass that overwhelms her should never have fit. You can see her neck and abdomen bulging as they ravage her. Her arms and legs flail uselessly as she's lifted and suspended in the air, and you can't even imagine that the body they violate is enjoying this in the least.

You can feel something inside starting to boil. Your very soul is demanding you step forward and take action before this travesty goes too far, but before you take your first step a sudden voice screams inside your head. "WAIT!" Your body seizes, your muscles frozen for no more than a second. But it was enough. In that moment of hesitation everything around you comes to a halt. The women within the orgy, the tentacles that please them, they all simply collapse and pant on the ground as if they all were finally spent. All but the tentacles suspending their victim in the air. Their violation may have stopped, but what you find is far worse. You can see them swelling and contracting. You can hear them beating as one. You can almost feel them pumping their loads into that tiny body. With every pulse you see her twitch uncontrollably, and her body swells like a balloon until you feel she may actually burst.

A lull spreads out once again. You're not sure whether you should rush forward or pull back. Then you feel something shift. A blast of wind slams through you, and when it passes you feel as if something dark is trying to suffocate you. The tentacles inside the abused girl suddenly fall free, but before the bloated form can fall a dozen more pop out to take their brethren's place. They surge out of her, catching her before she can land, spreading farther and farther as they bulge and grow to titanic proportions. The poor girl is completely smothered by that which she bore, and her sisters below her are soon varying lengths of demonic flesh that wrap around each one before they start to reach out even farther. They flow down the street, beside the abandoned homes, some even curving to try and catch you within their current but proving far too slow to pin you down.

Your reactions keep you safe, but once you are back on your feet you find yourself surrounded on all sides. The various tentacles simply stretch throughout the town, nearly engulfing the entire village while a few random ones pop into the air as if they were breathing freedom for the first time in their life. And they all turn toward you. They stare you down. They sniff the air. They lick their lips in anticipation, and the ones that actually do have tongues on their end make sure you can watch them do so.

During this distraction you suddenly feel a pair of arms starting to wrap around your waist. You twist and tear yourself free before they can grab hold, and budding from one of the thicker growths you find one of the women struggling to reach out and bring you closer. Her eyes and dull and vacant, but when she whispers you can hear it as if she were hovering right over your ear. "Please... Come closer... I need to feel you!" Those words echo in your mind, pulse through your heart, nearly force you to your knees as an unwelcome but pleasant warmth begins to spread throughout your body. It's only when a couple tentacles reach out to take hold that you gather your wits, and you beat them back before they can trap you.

But more are waiting right behind them. They all start to slowly crawl forward attracted by the sudden dampness spreading from your legs. The woman behind you is still whispering within your mind, begging you to spread your legs and join her, join with her, revel in the pleasures hovering all around. And behind that voice you feel a darkness. It speaks to your soul. It gives that voice the power to compel, the power that sparks your own buried lust and begs you to simply give in so it can share something wonderful with you. It only ceases for a second, long enough for another voice to plead, "...Core! Find...!"

For that one moment Corrine's voice gives you some clarity. Even without your connection to Nature you can still feel the demonic presence gathered in one single spot. The junction, the birthplace for all the tentacles, that is where your target lies. If you can ignore that voice, slip past the limbs, somehow make it to the Core, you are sure you can put an end to this.

Final Stage - Destroy the Beast!
Part 1 - Resist the demon's temptations - Spirit (Naughty)
Part 2 - Destroy the demon's heart - Combat (Naughty)

Sera

Willpower - 18/18
Combat and HP - 7 and 20/20
Explore and Stam - 8 and 20/20
Spirit and Magic - 5 and 18/20
Naughty and Lewd - 1 and 10/10
 
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(Awesome.)

Sera tries her best to shake the images of the orgy from her mind, but for some reason that she can't quite understand, her eyes are drawn to it. The sounds of it fill her mind despite her best attempts to block it out. Despite herself, she began to wonder what it might be like to join it, to allow the tentacles that feebly reached for her to take hold. She just barely managed to resist, however, the sight of the girl being filled nearly to bursting doing a good job of making her resist the intrusions upon her will.

When she feels the woman begin to wrap her arms around her waist, Sera twists away, pushing the possessed woman away, but the voice in her mind gives her pause. She only hesitates for a moment, before she heard Corrines voice in her mind. The priestess words struck her like a command. She had to find the core, now, and destroy it, before this things temptations overwhelmed her. A fierce anger suddenly blazed to life within her, momentarily blotting out the haze of demonic lust that had been settling on her thoughts.

"I will not be another piece of meat for you to breed with demon!" She grumbled, drawing her sword. She couldn't make it blaze in magical fire as she had before, the power of nature being cut off from her, but in her mind, she didn't need it. I this, she would be the worlds avatar, purging the vile creature from it. Pushing the demons whispering form her mind, she turned and ran, her blade waving in the air, cutting away any of the beasts tentacles that came for her, and going straight for the abominations core. If she could just get to it, a single thrust of her weapon would end this, once and for all.

(Somewhat crappy, I know, but I'm in a slump here.)
 
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((Perfectly understandable.))

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Part 1 - Resist the demon's temptations - Spirit - 19 vs 10 (5 + 5) - FAIL by 9 - Take 9 Magic Damage
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Tough Roll - Naughty - 21 vs 9 (8 + 1) - FAIL by 12 - Take 12 Lewd Damage

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Part 2 - Destroy the demon's heart - Combat - 19 vs 24 (17 + 7) - PASS

Total Damage
9 Magic
10 Lewd
2 Willpower

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"He wants more than that." The voice inside your head refuses to be ignored. It whispers in your mind, caressing your soul even while you rush forward to meet the tendrils reaching for you. "He wants to let you free..." Your sword flashes through the air. The heads of tentacles fall to the ground all around you, but they never stop approaching. "To let your body act on its true desires!" You can't stay where you are. An almost infinite number of arms are spread throughout the town, and fighting each one would be madness. An opening to your flank catches your attention, and you dash through without hesitation.

"Because we can feel your body crying." Your foot stumbles. An unfamiliar jolt passes through your body even as you immediately recover. "It craves attention." Another rush forces you to your hands and knees, and while you quickly try to pick yourself up you can feel your thighs sliding past each other. "The touch from another being." Your thighs are slick with your own arousal, and as those words echo in your mind your body only becomes more excited. It keeps you off balance, and you are forced to cut away the few tentacles within reach as they begin to bear down on your distracted form.

"A touch like this..." Your body seizes in surprise. For a moment you felt as if something had touched your virgin flower, but when you sneak a peek you find nothing but your own clothes and armor. You manage to get back to unsteady feet, but after a couple steps forward you feel something strong and wet sliding past your nethers. You collapse, a surge of heat radiating from your sex. Your body refuses to do anything more than shiver with excitement, and you can feel the pursuing tentacles wrapping around your body. They pick at your armor, bits of it being torn away with each passing second, but every time you try to resist you feel that phantom touch circle around your jewel. Your body shivers under each pass, the constant teasing bringing your clit out from under its hood as if it were begging for someone to reach down and touch it.

"He wants you to enjoy yourself." That voice is no longer simply in your head. You turn your head to the right, and there you find another of the women smiling mischievously as she strokes someone else's thigh. Your own body bucks as you feel a hand sliding along the inside of your leg, but as you look around the only thing touching you are the few tentacles wrapped around your wrists and ankles. A sudden brush against your lips draws your eyes back to the woman who spoke to you, and she simply smiles back triumphantly as her tongue rises from the cleft of her partner's legs. When she dives back down and kisses the girl's mound the sudden jolt of pleasure makes you realize what has been done. Someway, somehow, the demon has invaded your mind, and now that he has taken root he is forcing you to experience the pleasures of another.

Bound as you are you can do nothing to fight the mouth crawling all over your mound. When the tongue begins to part your netherlips your legs nearly clench tight to try and block the invasion. But the tentacles holding you down do not budge. They don't need to. The moment that tongue delves deeper to lick you intimately your back arches. Your body betrays you and thrust your hips against the face that isn't there, and you are rewarded by the tongue leaving you so it can flick across your excited crown.

You are unsure how much you can endure. The licking, the suckling, the near constant attention from an expert lover leaves you bucking wildly beyond your control. Your own passion begins to spill from your mouth, and your own excitement runs down your legs. Your body thrashes against its bindings, and you nearly cry out for something, anything to touch you, but the tentacles hovering around your form do nothing more than sit and watch. Nothing joins you. Nothing gives your body the attention it craves, and everything is suddenly focused on the growing fires burning in your core.

You can feel a pressure building, growing, threatening to make you explode with each second you're forced to endure this torture. Before you feel like you're about to go mad you finally feel it snap. A wave of pleasure roars through your body, and you feel yourself quivering while you ride out your climax. The phantom tongue still drives through your core, and whenever you are about to come down from your orgasmic high it somehow pushes even deeper. It drives you to orgasm once again, and it keeps you hovering in total ecstasy for what felt like hours on end.

When you feel your body can't give any more you finally feel your phantom lover pull away. You find yourself going slack, all of your muscles turning to mush for a few seconds while you simply dangle in your captor's grasp. A moment later you feel something cradling your back. You don't need to look to know a few tentacles have begun to gather behind you, and they support your weight while the four binding your limbs loosen their grip. While your body recovers you notice a few small bumps starting to form in the flesh pressed against your back, and after a while you feel them starting to grow longer. You soon find the smaller thread-like tentacles slowly crawling over your sides, and once again they start to writhe over your skin and explore each and every inch of your body.

And what's worse is that you find your body responding. Even after having cum so hard your arousal starts to come back in force. Your nectar begins to flow freely once more. You can tell you are no longer bound as tightly as you were before. It should be a simple matter to just jump away and fight your way forward once more, but with every little touch you find your determination dissolving under a growing wave of excitement rolling across your spine. "I think you're ready for the main event." The woman from before, the one that tortured you through another girl now hovers between your legs. One of her fingers dips down to slide down your leg, and when she brings it to her mouth you can see your own juices glistening against her skin before she licks her finger clean and moans. "You're ready to be freed, Love, and he wants to give you a choice. Would you prefer his touch?" A tentacle crawls out from behind her back, and as it looms over her shoulder you spot a number of bumps and barbs across its entire length.

"Or would you prefer something...a little...more...h...hu...humaaaaaan!" As she spoke she rose enough to let you watch her fondle herself. Her hand starts to draw little circles around her own crown, and to your surprise you find it poking father and farther from her body. She pinches it, the nub between her fingers expanding steadily while she begins to stroke it more and more as it grows longer and longer. When she finishes she is actively gripping a rather proud looking cock that appears no different than any from a normal man. Her head rolls back while she continues to pleasure her new tool, but once it ceases growing her hand falls forward to look you straight in the eye. You can tell from the look in her own that she expects an answer.


Sera

Willpower - 16/18
Combat and HP - 7 and 20/20
Explore and Stam - 8 and 20/20
Spirit and Magic - 5 and 9/20
Naughty and Lewd - 1 and 0/10
 
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A soft gasp escapes her lips as the first jolt of pleasure momentarily paralyzes her, and Seras struggles against the tentacles that bind her are inconsequential. Her body stiffens as the first phantom touch upon her petals floods her mind with pleasure, and her movements quickly turn from the desperate movements of her futile attempts to escape to the writhing of pleasure, not even trying to prevent the removal of her clothing, which she barely notices. Her soft gasps quickly turn to low moans as the foreign sensations, combined with the demons magical effects upon her, dominate her mind. Her mind races helplessly as she waits upon the brink of orgasm, half trying to fight off the feelings that were overwhelming her while the other half demanded that she strive to get even more of it so as to send herself over the edge. The decision proves to be not hers to make, however, as the phantom touch sends her over her brink, her mind going blank as the physical sensation of her very first orgasm overwhelms her.

When she comes down from her climactic high, Sera pants in the tentacles grasp, helpless, as she recovers. After a few moments, she looks down in time to witness the womans demand of an answer form her. Her body was completely naked, with even her boots taken off of her feet by the demons tentacles, and her pink virginal petals were dripping copious amounts of her honey, the mark of her defeat running down her smooth elven skin to drip down to the ground. Her nipples were rock hard, and even the soft movements of the air over them were enough to send light shivers of pleasure up her spine. Her cheeks were flushed with pleasure and shame, and her mind whirled with conflicting thoughts and emotions.

She had failed, the demon would survive to spread its vile influence, and her body would be used to pleasure it and birth its spawn while it consumed her mind and soul! She needed more of its touch, to feel it within her, giving her more of the pleasure she'd never known of before now! She had to fight, if she gave in now her people would be in danger, and she would have her purity taken by this vile abomination!

All these and more fight for control of Sera over the next few seconds as the possessed woman waits for an answer. But the womans look into her eyes reveals the truth after only a moment. The needs of her body were stronger than she could overcome, and tears of shame began to leak down her face along with her sweat as Sera began to buck her hips toward the woman, and she whimpered; "P...Please........ I... I want..... You....." A small victory for the part of her that was resisting, that she at least wouldn't have her virginity taken by the demons tentacle, as much as her body craved the demons touch.
 
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