Hoonters

[VintageBass]

Octave shakes off the lack of the box that was taken from her, frowning a bit as she was simply trying to help out with getting whatever package the drider was trying to deliver safely to its destination. Whatever, it's not going to be that much of an issue for the monkey. There are more pressing matters she needs to attend to before the day's end and she needs to get moving if she wants to get it done. But there's something about Baharl's thing that is leaving some concern for her, mostly in bringing the Blood Legion to the island. "Well if this emergency has to do with this alraune we're currently dealing with and planting what was left of this dead monster spewed over the ground, then maybe some extra hands can be nice," she explained. "I don't think bringing a lot out here is going to do us good, but there's something here that wants everyone off and I'm not leaving until I am completely done with my job here. If there's nothing else, I'm going to take my leave."

The monkey stops for a moment to ponder about bringing the other orcs with her, especially Rimmo since he is closer to her. It's more out of getting a better idea of what she is getting herself into and provide better directions to where this village is. But there is also getting Irina back into tip-top shape so she can continue doing her business and to make sure there isn't any more of that plant inside of her system to allow it to grow again. Feeling indecisive about the matter, Octave heads on inside to check up on the orc and wanting to see if he wants to come with her. "Hey Rimmo, I'm not sure if you want to come with me, but I'm going to head towards your village to see if I can become the new warchieftess and move your people to a new settlement," she explained to him. "I could use some support, but if you want to help out Irina in getting better, I can respect that. I'll come by once I'm all done to get you hook up with your new home either way, just to get you out of the stables or wherever Dorgan has you currently. Whatever works for you, I'm cool with!" If it's a no, then Octave will head on over to check up on the remaining orcs and see about getting them to tag along and help her get to the village.

[Meep Meepersons]

Dorel grinned at the reaction she got from her partner and placed her juicy lips against her partners and proceeded to tongue rape her "victim's" juicy snatch until she got her fill. She kept one arm around the girls waist to hold her up while her other hand held a bottle to begin collections soon. She liked the taste of female griffons, assuming they all taste as good as Wynne here, so she decided she really wanted to milk her good~. "I've got to fill a few of these bottles so, make sure you....mmm...drink plenty to make up for it~" She says with a knowing and mischievious tone as she walks to the cliff wall and leans back against it, she then helps her partner flip around to give her better access to her girthy rod and squats a bit so her thighs could be used as supports for her partner. "Mmm, I can't wait to see what you can really do down there~" She coos, giving the girls booty a firm massaging with one hand as she inserts the neck of her first bottle into the girls thoroughly warmed up entrance.

[MelissaB]

Clarissa nods a little and follows along her footsteps becoming more and more controlled as she stops swaying and heads into the cabin after Tana. "I got your box!" She calls once she is inside her head tilting to find Tana as she holds the box up to show her, a happy and proud look on her face for finding it so easy, and she fought a plant! It was going quite well for her here, and she had a slutty bunny to put eggs in. All six of her eyes blinking as she shakes away the final pieces of the weird toxin the plant sprayed her with. "the man said something about needing the legion." She explains with a shrug having no idea who or what that was.

[lilbooth]

Wyck quickly grabbed the gators member and playfully dragged it past her lower lips, and followed up by slapping Axle's thick tip against her abdomen and pelvis. She looked up at her chief, his member firmly grasped in one hand, and casually held up her other hand, with two fingers extended. She repeated the gesture once or twice, flaring up two fingers and firmly squeezing the gators massive rod. If or when her message became clear she began to wave towards the other gators, beckoning the strongest and largest looking one over. She hoped it would be the usurper, whatever juvenile had begun to think of challenging Axle. She had only sampled the gators once, but Wyck was found of upping the ante. Once she had attracted the attention of another powerful male, she would mount Axle's member and wait for another to conquer her other available orifice.

[cliffracer]

Tamara giggles as she gets moved by Marley, quite entertained by his eagerness to accept her proposal. She gives him a reassuring grin as he gets himself lined up, resting the hand on her less-damaged side on his shoulder. Tamara enjoyed the hands on her hips, but feeling the teeth made her blush. She had a bit of an idea that Marley would have teeth like that, but experiencing them in such a gentle way was a solid turn-on. After he switches breasts the first time she descends on his cocks, giving a gentle moan as she takes them straight to the hilt.
"Haahhh... Take the lead from here, Marley. This is for you just as much as it is me. I want you to show me what you can do..." She gives a little noise as she gets used to feeling both lengths at once. "...a-and I'll admit I haven't had two at once before..."

[Zender_Solarheart]

(More metal. I am dealing with way too much metal today.

This whole mission has been one mind-job after another for Kenji. First the ghostly armor turns out to be some ancient construct, then it becomes their guide, then the Beholder they had ventured this far to find turns out to be intelligent - and mechanical, to boot - and now Yasker has literally just marched up to the accursed thing, and asked nicely for its eye. This prompts a rather stern "Nanda ittai...?" ("What the hell...?") to be muttered under the young monk's breath, out of sheer disbelief that their roguelike friend would actually try that. Musou Ryuuken may teach that violence is not something to be sought after, but that is not how one avoids a fight.

The Beholder, naturally, is not persuaded.

"And I thought my diplomacy needed work..." Kenji moves into the defensive stance of Ishikawa ("Stone River") as he utters his comment of deadpan snark, ready to move to the aid of the other Hunters near his position. Of course, there's not much he could do to outright block arms like the Beholders, so as far as defending others goes, his options are to either give them a helping push to avoid an attack, or to strike the offending arm hard enough and hope he can divert its path. If given the opportunity to attack it, his primary target will be the Beholder's eye...but considering the mechanical creature's obvious intellect, he doubts it would provide such a chance that easily.

Whatever the case, Yasker and Mordecai don't seem likely to retreat after coming this far; either they suspect that the Beholder is lying about its eye's uselessness, or there's something else they want from this creature. Either way, Kenji's main concern is that no one else dies in pursuit of whatever they get out of this thing. Losing Sgrib was difficult enough as it is...

[Reaver]

"I know exactly what I'm doing!" Yasker whispered back at Mordecai and Kenji during the Beholder's reply. Yes, things were going exactly the way he wanted them to. The Beholder would refuse to part with the eye because it would leave the artifact more vulnerable, forcing the hunters to fight it for it, hopefully resulting in the death of the Beholder which would allow Yasker to pry the artifact from its dead body. What would be even more fortuitous was if some of the hunters died during the fight, leaving less people to possibly challenge his claim to the artifact. Using certain phrasing and manipulation had basically guaranteed a fight would be the only possible outcome of him trying to "negotiate" with the being. But it wasn't like his group had known his true intentions so he couldn't blame them for trusting him so much on this charade of a mission. Kenji's native words were easy enough to translate but Yaser knew the man wouldn't act or question him until after combat had ended and by then.... Things would be rather simplistic in nature.

"I would have thought isolation would have made you more wanting of conversation." Dropping the other gauntlet on the ground with an exaggerated sigh. "I guess we'll be taking your eye..... And then the artifact." Whispering the last part to the Behold just as he threw the Naga spit at its eye. Whether or not it affected the eye and Beholder, Yasker knew it was extremely important to stay mobile and keep moving to avoid being grabbed or attacked by the claws or being knocked off the stairs. He dived down the stairs a little after tossing it, one hand in front of him to cover his head from any trauma as he was already reaching backwards to grab one of his chain-sickles. "Sever the pulleys above it or the hands! I don't know if we can penetrate its metal layers but we can certainly immobilize it just like Jardon!" Relaying the strategy he believed would have the best chance of succeeding against such a creature.

[FragranceofMtDew]

Nydia remains siilent throughout their encounter with the beholder, partially out of awe of the mechanical creature that far outstrips any technology she has seen and partially because Yasker seems to have the talking covered. Or so she would have thought, but his negotiating skills seemed terribly lacking and predictably the beholder did not agree to the practically nonexistent terms. It's curious statement that it's eye did not have any healing capabilities also struck Nydia as odd, but that was a detail they could handle later. "Pardon me, and do try to stay safe." She tells Jadon as she sets his head down and draws her blade, leveling it at the beholder.

Before the battle begins proper, Nydia takes the time to examine the creature for weakness. Obviously it's eye is the main target, but she also scans it's limbs for joints she can puncture and the like. Beyond that, she remains standing in place so as to be prepared for any incoming attacks that she may be able to counterattack. She would let the others make their moves and then decide the best plan of attack from there.

[Nicoffee]

Katya

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Quickly repositioning, you find Mikhail rushing through the woods and causing some noise around, headed for the other side of the clearing, which gets the satyr to turn to face the source of the noise. The moment he begins to move in that direction, you pop out of cover and let loose your arrow.

Katya Dex Roll (1-,X,6+,5,6+,5) = 24 Vs. Satyr Dex Roll (1-,4,3,3) = 11

The arrow smacked him right above his stomach, the impact causing the Satyr to stagger backwards, tripping around a bit before falling on its butt, its difficulty breathing quickly being made clear not only by its coughing, but also by how the song that was coming from its horns is now somewhat muffled and troubled. It now has a better idea of where you are, however, though instead of going for a direct confrontation, it turns tail to you and quickly begins attempting to run off, dashing into the woods and trying to lose you in the foliage.

Katya WIT Roll (3,3) + The Woods are Lovely Dark and Deep (4) = 10 Vs. Satyr WIT Roll (2,4,4) - Winded = 10

It takes some effort, but you're able to keep up with the creature at a good distance, it nearly loses you after diving through some bushes but Mikhail barks up the right direction and the two of you quickly continue your pursuit, catching up with the creature in no time. The hunt is cut short as the satyr seems to be the first to make a mistake, tripping over some vines and landing on his face, quickly crawling up to get away, but giving you more than enough time to catch up to him proper. By the time he's gotten to his feet, you got an arrow notched and aimed at his face, he quickly raises his hands, signaling surrender. "Now now...I'm sure we can uh...Talk about this?" The creature proposes, its voice deep and raspy, as a red light glints in its eyes.

Octave

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"...New Warchief? Hah!" The witch doctor couldn't help but laugh at that idea, shaking his head slightly. Well, he didn't really know you that much, though he did see you take on that thing that had taken over Irina. "That would be...Unlikely, to say the least. Zinug is not going to just let you go and take the throne from him." The orc spoke, toying with his bone necklace for a bit. "But fair enough, I'll tag with you...I've no interest in being with Irina." He stated, nodding towards her before turning his focus back to you and your quest. "Besides, you'll need someone to show you around."

So, Rimmo was with you, that was a plus. Asking around for the others didn't yield that much result, however. Gharol and Pegning were with you, as they said they would be. But the other orcs seemed to hold no interest in risking their way back into the camp, especially after having failed their original mission, which was to capture Gharol, upon the mention of that, Gharol herself seemed to rub her chin in thought some. "...That's...A good point, actually." She stated, turning to Octave. "If any of us gets beaten by Zinug or any of his men, by Orc Law, we are his...You sure you want to risk that?" The amazonian orc questioned, crossing her arms under her chest as she awaited your confirmation. If you were sure, the bunch of you would set out for the swamps, where the orc encampment was supposedly located, immediately.

Dorel

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Wynne seemed to be trying to say something...Well, she would. If it weren't for the fact she was about halfway down on your cock when you began moving around and getting her shaking about with your cock in her- Oh, that's probably what she was whining about. No big deal then! At any rate, you soon began to find her snatch to be drooling with her fluids, despite her otherwise non-commitment to this, as you filled up the bottles on your own place. You suddenly began to feel...Something a bit different. All of a sudden, you felt Wynne's tongue rub against the very tip of your dick, the very slit of it, in fact. She gave a single lick to it before her tongue began pressing against it...And pressing...And pressing! There was a sharp pain, followed by a jolt of pleasure as she somehow manged to squeeze her tongue right inside of your cock, her lips now only around the very crown of your dick, her tongue would slowly begin lathering up the exit of your prick.

Clarissa

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Lana slowly took the box, and the message you carried over to her, carefully. Tapping her fingers against the box and setting it aside for now, as she turned her focus to you. "...I see. Very well then, I'll be sure to send out the message once I leave then." She stated, a huge smile on her face as she sat on her bed, staring up at you. "Good job, by the way, dear. You did wonderful..." She grinned, glancing down slightly at her abdomen still swollen from her and Clarissa's previous...Encounter.

"Uhm...What did you have in mind for our second little...Play time? C-Certainly you couldn't have any more eggs already, could you? I mean...I'm still a bit stuffed here..."

Wyck

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Axle blinked a few times at the signs, he didn't exactly seem to frown, but he raised a singular eyebrow at the proposal. "...Hmph. Fine then, hope you know what you're doing...I wouldn't want to break my newly appointed tactician so soon." He stated with a chuckle, while he helped you mount on his cock, grabbing you by the hips and hoisting you up, he waited until his prick was aligned with your cunt before slowly beginning to push his way inside, his massive alligator member quickly squeezing its way inside of your waiting cunt, pushing himself all the way until he was hilted inside.

One of them gators by the shore eventually stood up, getting the message and beginning to saunter his way over closer to the two of you.

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You don't really recognize him by face, not something you've found yourself being able to figure out just yet among the gators. But you remember this one by the weapon he was carrying, which he drops on his way over to you two. A massive axe, still wet from the centaurs's blood. He stomps his way over to the two of you, being in the middle of the two, you can almost feel him and Axle glaring daggers at each other. But for better or for worse, they've got other priorities at the moment, namely, you. The other gator's hands go around your body and grip around your breasts, squeezing them as he pulls you against himself to get a goo grip, seeing as Axle's already got a grip on your waist. Soon, you begin to feel his warm tool prod against the entrance of your rear and, with no further warning, he just jams his entire shaft inside of your pucker, his massive dong stretching your rear entrance with its thickness.

Both him and Axle don't even move for a moment, you get the feeling they might've been busy growling at each other, no matter. Axle pulls himself back a bit, only to slam himself right in again, his prick punching its way against your cervix. Once his movement is finish, the blue gator in the back reels back and then slams himself back in, letting out a loud, wet noise as his dick squeezes itself inside your rectum, followed up by a short grunt from him. Axle laughs. "What's the matter? Too tight for you, first timer?"

Tamara

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Marley breathed in short huffs against you, the tightness of both of your holes plus the whole context of this quickly beginning to drive him crazy with lust, he was still a monster, after all...And as any creature, he had a primal instinct to rut boiling with him, no matter how much softer he was, in comparison to other members of his race or to people in general. He seemed to grumble slightly, his hands gripping more tightly around your hips before he gave a single thrust upwards, making you jump up until only the tip of his cocks was inside you, only for gravity to pull you right back onto them once more. Slowly, he repeats the movement once more, making you hop on his twin cocks from the tip all the way to the hilt, keeping his grip on your hips and of his jaw around your chest, squeezing it tightly and almost painfully as he ruts you with his twin shafts. For better or for worse, the session is somewhat cut short as she suddenly hilts inside of you and begins grunting as he unloads inside both of your holes at once, letting out thick stream of hot shark cum down both of your holes, filling them up nicely. Oh right, you were supposed to collecting that stuff...Oh well, you can just scoop it out after he pulls ou-

Instead of pulling out, however, he grabs you by the shoulders and slams you against sofa, pulling your hips upwards as he just goes back to pistoning his hips against your holes, loud, wet noises escaping from your holes as they're plowed yet again by Marley's twin shafts, excess cum dripping down as he slowly lets his instincts take over, grunting with each thrust as you can feel his double cock twitch warmly inside of you.

Yasker, Kenji and Nydia

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Well, that went south fast. "Three." Just as the beholder finishes counting, Yasker tosses the bottle of poison at the creature's massive eye. Almost at the same time, Mordecai threw one of his daggers towards the eye.

Yasker DEX Roll (2,1-,X,2) = 5 Vs. Keeper's Eye Automated Defenses = XXXXXXXX

Mordecai DEX roll (4,2,4) = 10 Vs. Keeper's Eye Automated Defenses = XXXXXXXX

The bottle and knife soared through the air and flew straight towards the Beholder's massive eye but, sadly, its many arms quickly batted the vial out of the way, shattering it to pieces and getting the contents splattered over only the mechanical surface of that hand, where it seemed to have no effect. Likewise, the dagger was slapped out of the air like a toy, a loud 'clink' coming out of it as it collided with the metallic arm. "...Disappointing." The machine simply announced, before its gear began grinding and whirring as it prepared itself for combat. At this moment, Nydia carefully examines the creature, looking for weaknesses or soft spots. The obvious go-to is its massive eye, but with the quick reaction it had the moment Yasker tossed the vial...Yeah, it probably wasn't really an option, not with those arms in the way, at least...Wait.

The arms!

What Yasker had said about immobilizing and severing the arms definitely rang true! Despite the fact that it was a marvel of technology, something stood out a lot on the Beholder's arms! They all possessed small tubes or...Wires? Something, sticking out of them around the joints, which seemed to brim with energy every time they moved about! But before you began wailing on them, there were other things to keep in mind, namely, the Beholder's own attacks.

Its massive eye quickly twitched back and forth between everyone, acknowledging their positions before its arms shot out, going after its assigned targets.

Keeper's INT Roll (3,4,1-,X) = 8 Vs. Nydia's DEX (6+,2,5,2) = 15

Keeper's INT Roll (4,1-,X,3) = 8 Vs. Mordecai's DEX (4,6+,1-,X) = 11

Keeper's INT Roll (6+,6+,6+,5,2,2,5) = 37 Vs. Yasker's DEX (6+,1-,X,3,3) = 13

Keeper's INT Roll (6+,5,5,4,1-) = 21 Vs. Kenji's STA + Musou Ryuuken Training (6+,4,2,6+,5) = 23

Nydia and Mordecai both managed to narrowly dodge the claws, rolling out of the way to being hit, with Nydia quickly counter-attacking by slashing at the wires she had spotted earlier.

Nydia STR roll (5,1-,X) = 6 Vs. Keeper Arm STA roll (2,2,1-) = 5

The Keeper pulled away is arm just as fast it had shot it out, but not before it was hit with the very tip of her blade, cutting open one of the wires and causing a blue, viscous fluid to start dripping out of it. There were other wires in the arm, still keeping it fueled, but the arm seemed to be moving a little bit more sluggish now. Kenji was not able to dodge the arm that shot in his direction, but instead was able to simply hold it open with his own bare hands, keeping the thing from getting a good grasp on him as he struggled against the mechanical strength of the beholder.

Out of the group, the one who got the worst of it ended up being Yasker. As he was attempting to back off and get some distance between himself and the beholder, one of the arms shot out after him and grabbed Yasker's head, just at the edge of its range, it would begin dragging the hunter towards the eye itself, squeezing tightly as the mechanical hands nearly crushed Yasker's skull, the whirring noise of the beholder's hand ringing in his ears. Having been prepared to defend his team members, Kenji moved in to aid Yasker before he was dragged off the walkway, pushing away the claw that was harassing him and rushing over to Yasker and delivering a single swift kick to the very joint of the mechanical hand.

Kenji STR roll + Musou Ryuuken Training (4,5,4,2) = 15 Vs. Keeper Arm STA roll (6,4,2,1-) = 13

The impact seemed to cause enough damage to get the arm to open up, freeing up Yasker as the hand was kicked off to an angle it was not supposed to get to, twitching and malfunctioning slightly, as it retreated back to the safety of its body. Another one of the arms gripping it and trying to pull it back into place.

[exalted]

Katya breathed deeply as she tried to slow her breathing after the run, giving her time to think as she came up upon the Satyr.

"No talk, face down on ground," She hissed, not wanting to take any chances, "Or wolf help you down."

She had already seen this beast play possum once before with the forest critters and wasn't about to take any chances.

If the monster complied she would try to bind it's hands behind it back and blindfold it before trying to find something to muffle its horns with. If it didn't she would whistle for Mikhail to to attack and drag the Satyr to the ground, loosing her arrow if it tried something.

[lilbooth]

Wyck let out a long slow gasp as she was hilted upon Axle's massive prick. She wiggled her hips as she was pulled down, squeezing the reptile's cock into her mammalian genitalia. She was pleased to see that Axle did not try to refute her request, and even more pleased that such a powerful male had chosen to answer her request. Wyck arched her back as the second gator approached, both her holes quivering with lust. She grasped Axle shoulders tightly as felt the warmth of the other gators prick pressing against her winking anus. She closed her eyes tightly and held her breath, anticipating another long and slow accommodation. Instead, the other gator slammed his pelvis forward and buried his tool deep in her bowels. She tried to scream in discomfort, but only a shriveled moan escaped her lips. Both the gators paused long enough for her to recover from their powerful thrusts when Axle launched his second assault. She held desperately onto Axle, burying her face against his tough hide. When the other gators second thrust came, her breathing had become quite erratic. The gators had yet developed the subtleties of proper mating procedures, and their rhythm was just short of appalling. It became quickly apparent that Axle and the challenger sought to make fucking her a competition, rather than a celebration. She suspected the two would continue upping their antes until they had both emptied their seed deep with her body. With no way of slowing or stopping their advances, she simply held on tightly to Axle, searching out the pleasure hidden between the two massive creatures.

[VintageBass]

This is not a very promising start for Octave's insane plan. Of course she is going up against someone far stronger than she is and going in wanting to bring back a whole village back to her cave, so he's not going to go out lightly. Hearing the disbelief from the orcs isn't all that assuring to the monkey, but she can understand where they are coming from on it. However she is feeling a bit too overconfident about this, maybe too insane as well, but maybe there is a chance she can really show her strength and prove there are far capable leaders instead of just brutes relying on their muscles. Plus a chance to lift some of the exiles could be a nice little bonus.

Once heading back to pick up the remaining orcs wanting to tag along with her, mainly heading back to the cave to get Gharol and Pegning, Octave stops to listen about the risk she runs into losing to Zinug. Considering her luck earlier with her staff and how it took her using her bare hands to defeat a plant monster, going up against a warrior chief may not bode all to well for the monkey. However... "Well it's not like the first time I was serving as some lap dog to an asshole before," she replied. "I manage to worm my way out, and it pretty much ended up costing him in the long run, so there's that to consider. I'm not going to risk you guys, just myself. I do want to avoid confrontation, but it seems like there isn't any other option. Plus I would like to get as many people on our front for what's coming up ahead. I feel we need as many numbers we need..."

Octave is pretty much set for this insane mission. If she wins, then she has people following her. If she doesn't... well, she'll figure out a way to worm her way out just like before, but this time may not end up being so lucky. It's going to be a tough risk but it'll be worth it if it pays off for the monkey. Octave follows the orcs to where they need to go, keeping close and helping out clear anything in their way if anything shows up.

[MelissaB]

She giggles and nods before she climbs on next to her, her two lower pair of hands stroking her belly while she bites her lip. "I do.... though... not as many." She grins and kisses her neck. "Can we sleep in webbing?" She asks as she fidgets her eyes looking down. "I like webbing... it keeps us safe... and... it's snugly it's soft and warm.... and you can sleep anywhere... things can't get you when you're in the air." She explains her reasoning with a blush as her cock begins to stir at the thought of fucking Tana in webbing and putting more eggs in the egg bloated bunny girl.

[Meep Meepersons]

Dorel giggled a bit at the gagged out complaining from her sudden movements. She would have apologized but the overflowing juices told her she didn't really have to. What she DID have to do, was gather it all up! Dutifully the half-ogre gathers up all the valuable fluids into her bottles until they are mostly full, corks and sets them aside. As she was a few bottles in she feels something a bit different then what she was used to, tongue pressure on her slit, it wasn't bad, long. Dorel winced a little and gave a quite squeak, then a rather cute moan. "H-holy! Wha? Fuh! Cumming!" She exclaim her eye's crossing a little at the sudden intense foreign pleasure she was suddenly feeling. The sharp pain had faded and her cock was hot, throbbing and steel hard, like a pipe that always seems to leak profusely.

Seconds after her announcement of orgasm her cock erupts around the intruding tongue, coating it and Wynne's mouth in her sticky hot baby batter. Her halfbreed spooge filled her mouth to overflowing, and then some. It just kept pumping and pumping, each spurt at least a half a liter on it's own. "Ooooh yeeeehh~" She moans, nearly collapsing from her rapidly draining monstrous reserves. Practically milked silly herself, Dorel's face instinctively pushes into Wynne's crotch again her hungry tongue starts to penetrate the girls fuck hole once more, attempting to slack the sudden loss of fluids by draining them from her partner's sexual organs. As her thick tongue explores the girl's depths, her still drooling hips began to push up into the girl's mouth, wanting more pleasure and likely a chance to seed a womb.

[cliffracer]

Tamara grins widely as Marley starts to finally get in to his element, very pleased with both of their work so far. She was built for the kind of rough sex monsters were capable of, and she's glad she gets to finally have some of that kind of fun. She whines noisily for him as she's bounced roughly on his twin cocks, the additional pressure from his teeth giving her quite a blatant blush! She was juuuust getting in to it when Marley started to cum, but she wasn't gonna let any spill either way!

Tamara is about to speak when she's readjusted against the couch, immediately starting to get railed by a much-more-dominant Marley. She LIKED this position, and the new noises she was making would all but confirm it for him. "That's it!! Gimme all you got!!"

[Nicoffee]

Katya

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Wasting no time, you quickly began to tie the Satyr down with his hands behind his back, stuffing the end of his horns full of leaves to keep him from playing his song. "H-Hey! Ow ow! That hurts! How would you feel if someone stuffed leaves up your nose!?" He growled, before Mikhail came over and did his own growl at the Satyr, who rolled his eyes some in response. "Adorable mutt. Listen, I know you said no talk, but perhaps we can help each other out in here? You're a...Hunter, yes? I know of a place where you could find a...Very rare monster...Would get you a lot of money, really...That's what you hunters like right, money?"

Wyck

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As Wyck expected, the two seemed to be rather...Competitive about this. Both of them slowly picking up their pace as they began rutting with her, alternating between impaling her between their massive pricks as they outlined themselves on her belly with each thrust. With each thrust, she could feel Axle's prick punching the entrance of her cervix. With each thrust, the gator in her rear, whose name she still hadn't gotten, rammed himself deep into her bowels, sending an impact of lust up her body. Both of them gripped tightly on to the hunter, Axle sinking his claws in the skin of her hips, while the blue gators gripped tightly to her arms. Both of them continued to pick up their pace as the sounds of their flesh smacking against hers only intensified with each moment.

Suddenly, you heard a low, guttural growl from the gator behind as he hilted himself inside of you for a moment longer and suddenly unleashed a torrent of cum right up your intestines, flooding your backside with his seed thoroughly. "Hah! Not big on the stamina department, are you, Vrox?" Axle mocked...Even though, not too long after, his face contorted into a bit of a grunt before he himself also unloaded inside your cunt, flooding your uterus with more gator seed, getting your uterus to quickly work on making more eggs for you to lay after. "Hah! Neither are you!" After they were done, both gators kept you hoistened up on their cocks, cum dripping out of your abused holes as they seemed to be shooting glares at one another and also, glancing slightly towards you. "Lasted more than you did. I just figured there was no point in holding back anymore, since you already lost...But if you want to lose again...Well, if Wyck is up for round two..." You got the feeling that, if you let them...There would be way more rounds than just two. But ultimately, that's up to you.

Octave

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With your allied orcs behind you. You, Pegning, Rimmo and Gharol and begin heading towards the Orc Encampment in the swamps. The trip proves long and arduous, but otherwise uneventful. The three of you run into one or two monsters, but they dare not attack your little orc party. One of them, in fact, mistakes you all as a group from the encampment itself, probably with you as the prisoner. As the monster gives a friendly wave at the three of you and a thumbs up, congratulating the orcs on the catch, scurrying off about their business before any further communication can be exchanged. Well, it was for the best, I suppose. The four of you continue on your way deeper, still the biggest threat about being the constant annoyance of little bugs, coupled with the hot climate, which only seems to get worse the further you head into the swamp.

"We're here." Pegning spoke up, walking up a little bit ahead as he cleared up the way for you. Giving you the view of the entrance of the Orc Village.

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A sentry by the bridge at the entrance came to greet you, carrying a spear over one of its arms, it opened up its arms in greeting to the four of you. "Nalal, evinaj lat look aav avhaav. . . Avraiavor iuk kurrauz! Agh broughav preukenav for kri-krisur. Avryaumn avo buausan your waausan kurrauz shal?" Gharol let out a grunt, annoyed, as she replied. "Eaav ukhiav agh mat. Kulknej ayh katu avo fighav zinug'uk kaumn. Thrak uuk avo naj-ri." The sentry's eyes went wide, he blinked at the four of you for a bit before he just began laughing loudly. "Lat loav? Fighav zinug? Hah! Oh bur, avhiuk iuk goaumn avo be ij mir dautas." He...Concluded, you think. Before he headed off into the village, disappearing in amidst the houses. Gharol turned over to you. "So uh...Rough translation. He asked if we were trying to buy our way back in by using you as a gift, I told him to eat shit and die and that we're here to challenge Zinug..." She rubbed her own chin for a bit. "What he said after is...Not important."

Before long, you all heard a loud horn being announced and, guessing that was a sign you were allowed in, you followed after your orc friends as they began marching inside. On your way through, you walked by the orc's houses and tents, there were dozens, scores...Maybe over a hundred orcs in there. Males and females. There were herms too, surprisingly standing out, as well, most of them seemed to be walking around nude or in very little clothing, as their bodies were covered in bright red tattoos. "Oh yeah...So uh, hermaphrodites are considered to be "Children of Luukav." Children of Lust. They uh...They fuck a lot." She concluded, shrugging off a more thorough explanation with a wave of her hand.

Soon, all of our found yourselves standing face to face with Zinug himself, who was sitting on a small throne, across from a big circular arena in the dirt.

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"Ul ouavcaukav nauk-avurnuk. Wiavh. . . Some ro mausan bur. Agh wiavh. . . Ij monkeausan." He laughed up some, the other orcs around laughed loudly as well. The orcs around you did not laugh, in fact, they seemed pretty tense. Zinug continued. "Lavor comeuk avo fighav, avo defausan mausan poukiavion auk kaumn. Nalkroro?" After that last...Question. Or at least you think it was a question. All of the orcs turn to face you and your group, Gharol, more specifically, waiting for an answer, she shrugs her shoulders. "Oh I'm not the challenger. Octave here is." She stated, walking back behind and giving you a reassuring pat on the back to make you step up in front of the group.

The orcs around seem to laugh loudly and be literally rolling on their backs, Zinug, however, seems serious, with a single raise of his hand, everyone shuts up. He slowly gets up from his chair and takes a few steps forward. "Iuk avhiuk ij losug? ...Is this your idea of a joke?"

Clarissa

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Tana sighed some. "Fine fine...You can put me in webbing...But uh...That stuff is easy to get rid off afterwards, right? I mean, I don't want to be cleaning cobwebs for weeks after here in my room." She questioned, crossing her arms some before she spread herself with her arms open for you to do as you pleased.

Dorel

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As you began cumming, you could almost hear Wynne object before she was muffled by thick after thick glob of cum which you shot down her throat, the mess of sticky white fluids shooting from your tool quickly flooding its way up her throat, bulging her throat and quickly beginning to swell her stomach as it was pumped full of your baby seed, excess squirting out through whatever little crack it was able to find out of her mouth and making a mess of both her face and your crotch. At the same time, she also reached her own orgasm, her entire body quivering in delight and slight jolts of electricity shooting out of her body as she spasmed against you, spraying your face with her girl cum. By the time you were done, she forcibly pushed herself off of you, falling the floor with a loud thud as her cum swollen stomach sloshed about, your cum drooling in loads out of her mouth before she looked up at you somewhat hazily. "You...Satisfied...Yet?" She questioned, in-between breaths as each exhale caused more cum to dribble out of her mouth.

Tamara

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Marley seemed to roar almost ferociously, leaning down to bite you once more, this time around your shoulder. Ouch. He was...Not holding himself back anymore, that was for sure. His teeth sank into you, not enough to cause any lasting damage, but you were probably going to feel that for a while...Most importantly though, he continued to thrust inside of you, his twin cocks stirring up your insides and causing cum to squirt out with each buck of his hips. He growls lightly against your skin, his finger grabbing tightly on to your hips as he slowly begins hoisting you up a bit, continuing to pump you full of dick until it gets to a point where he's basically just pile driving his cock down into you. He lets a short growl before he suddenly cum agains, once more flooding both your holes with, dare I even say, even more cum than before! As he cums, however, he just continues thrusting with all of his might, causing the excessive cum to squirt about and makes a mess of you, Marley himself and the sofa you were in. As you get the feeling he was already nearing a third orgasm, his balls swelling and churning as they prepared to shoot again right away.

[exalted]

"Please, we both know it's not my nose you be trying to stuff if you win." She muttered as she worked, "why I trust you? Monster in hand worth two in bush."

Dragging the Satyr back to its feet after finishing up her binding, she started to heard it back home.

"So where this other monster?" She asked, "Tell me and maybe I make it worth your while?"

[VintageBass]

On the way to the settlement, there were some monsters the four of them met along the way, with one getting the wrong impression about what they're all about. It's certainly nice that the monster wants nothing with the lot of them, but it feels weird getting a thumbs up and congratulations on her being their capture when it's far from the truth. Whatever, as long as the creature goes off believing his story, it's one less interruption on their way to the settlement and there's surely going to be a whole lot more going on once Octave arrives at where Pegning, Gharol and Rimmo once lived.

In fact, this whole place is reminding her of home. With the whole dank and humid atmosphere pressing down on her, the bugs buzzing by her ears and the plants appearing rather miserable, it gives off a bit of a jungle vibe to the monkey, even though she's completely off about the whole thing. Either way, it does give her a similar vibe to home to the point it feels like she actually is heading back to face judgment for her crimes. It's certainly different from what she was hoping for, but at the very least it is something nonetheless. There is the matter with the guard, and also there seems to be a language barrier that she wasn't expecting whatsoever. It would explain some of the other orcs' way of speaking, especially those who aren't fluent in speaking English. It's also a good thing she brought along some orcs to help her out in getting inside, otherwise getting inside by herself would result in some really awkward, perhap hilarious, conversations with the guards.

Octave chuckles at what Gharol said to the guard, smirking along the way up to the warchief. "Heh, maybe I could help make it a bit more literal on that first part," she said. She wasn't going to do it, despite the numerous other times shit has been brought up, more to keep herself clean and really don't want to play up stereotypes.

Along the way, the monkey got a good look at the life here in the settlement, the people who are going to eventually moved out of their home and make residence in the ruins. It seems like a bit of a shame to be doing such a thing to these people, but hopefully this can be a stragetic move on her part. For shame, there is none with these particular herm orcs who called themselves the Children of Lust, and Octave couldn't help but keep her eyes on these particular individuals. Not only are they walking out in the buff much like the monkey is, but these markings on her body are rather bright it brings her eyes to them, along with their other features they boast. Not to mention that they are known for their high libido and fuck a lot stirs something inside of the monkey that, if she were to get involved in learning much more about these herms and perhaps see if becoming one of them since she is somewhat similar to these orcs.

But first there is a matter to take care of and he is right before the monkey herm. There's an arena of dirt here, which got Octave slightly worried about as she looks at the man she is going up against for the title, as she's not exactly combat orientated outside of being quick on her feet and know how to use her staff for multiple uses. And the orc himself, he's quite the beast. In fact, is he not really a monster that managed to gain full sentience and claim position as the leader of this village? OK that's a bit easy to answer, but there's a difference between him and the monster that Octave met on the road. Oh, and the language is also not helping either, and seeing that her companions are tense by his words isn't really making this situation any better for the monkey.

However, she is here for a reason and when it comes her time to speak, Octave presents her full glory to the chief and salutes him off. "I could be a bit of a comedienne myself, but really for this joke to work I need to go through some steps for the punchline to really have that full string to it," she explained to the orc, keeping up a cheeky smile while her heart beats rapidly in her chest. "Anyway, introductions! I'm Octave, a monk, and I'm here for a little something that involves something along the lines of your title. I'm sure you're already aware of this but since I know nothing about your language, I rather explain it in my own tongue and to inform everyone about why I'm here to begin with. Oh sure it's weird that a monkey like me is here to become a warchieftess of a orc village, but I have my reasons as to why I want to get the title."

Octave's staff twirls behind her as she speaks, wanting to do something with it as she speaks. "Look, I may not be accustomed to what you do here, but I don't really offer much other than myself, my multi-tool and perhaps a good wealth of power hidden deep in the island.I'm sure it may not be what you need thanks to your position, but I could offer it to you if you're interested. However, should I be the victor, all that I ask is for the title and nothing much else. I got things on my mind, but I'm just not that interested in anything else at the moment. I'm sure there's something else acquired for all of this to work, but note I really don't want death."

She is making quite an offer to Zinug, but at the veery least she does want to get her side of things before going along with the orcs' tradition and earn her title. "With that said, I'm ready to get this party started. Hopefully you won't be too mad at losing to a naked monkey herm now!" she stated, smirking widely as she stretches herself and waits to begin this event.

[Meep Meepersons]

Dorel moaned and shuttered as her own orgasm caused her muscles to clench, curling her into her lover as she sprayed her juices like she was spraying her baby batter. While this was happening Dorel decided to drink some more of her fluids, clasping her mouth over the spraying fuck hole and drinking down everything that come out. When they were both finally done, Wynne seperates the both of them and flops onto the cliff's stoney floor. "Phew~ *huff* that was something new fer sure! Dat scrambled me gewd~" She said with dazed crossed eyes, and a dopey expression. Though she was satisfied, her erection didn't go away, she could still go another round if need be. Thankfully it would flag eventually, however this was pretty normal for her, especially after being sprayed by so much cunt juice. "G-give me a few moments pleash..." She asks, taking in a few large gulps of air.

[Reaver]

"The only thing that is disappointing is how much knowledge is going to go to waste once we end you!" Yasker retorted just moments before one of the claws grabbed him by the head and hoisted him off of the ground. The pain was excruciating He began to laugh on reflex as he felt his skull being squeezed. He had vastly underestimated the amount of strength the beholder was capable of exerting through its claws but that didn't stop him from fruitlessly struggling to remove the claw from around his head with his own bare-hands. "All of your knowledge and technology is going to waste in here! It could change the world but you do nothing!" Yasker yelled in defiance as he was slowly being pulled closer to the giant eye. Perhaps that would be how it would turn him to stone, turned forever into a monument to his own failures when so close to his goals. Another few seconds passed by and Yasker gave up on using his hands. He pulled his chain-sickles out, prepared to slip the sharp blades against his own head if that was what it would take to free himself.

Lucky for Yasker, Kenji had jumped into the fray, kicking the claw and probably saving his life. "I will remember that, a debt owed." Giving the foreigner a nod of respect before spinning both of his sickles, aiming them at the damaged claw that had tried to grab him and the one that was bringing the first one back. Judging from how his and Mordecai's first attacks had gone, they weren't going to be able to attack the giant-eye head on until they got rid of all the claws protecting it and the body. Nydia seemed to understand his strategy, as she was specifically targeting the hands and had just torn some of the tubes on one of them that seemed to supply it with its mobility. Yasker wasn't going to attempt that type of precision though, preferring to wrap and constrict the claw hands and by extension the tubes before tugging and slicing them open to drain them.