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When they emerged from the cellar and back into the pantry both girls flopped back onto their makeshift beds, with Rosaline turning on her side to face the dusty wooden wall and Arela staring blankly at the ceiling. Though her arms were propped up behind her head and her legs were bent and crossed in a posture of casual relaxation, she wasn’t feeling that way.
“Rosaline…”
“Hm?”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Which one are you talking about? That you said you loved me? Or that this dungeon has turned us into horrific fucking fre-”
“DON’T SAY THAT!”
Arela bit her lip, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes and overflowing down her cheeks before she could wipe them away. When she tried to take deep breaths to calm herself her nose and throat erupted into choking sniffles, which just made her lash out even harder by slamming her fist into the barrel next to her. The impact made her bones ache, but to the headstrong mercenary it felt better than dwelling on the priestess’ final words.
That outburst was enough to shake Rosaline out of her shock, and before Arela could hide her scrunched, crying face the priestess had crawled over to embrace her. Beautiful golden hair became wet with tears as the two held one another, hoping that if they squeezed the other hard enough that the tears would stop.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” Rosaline whispered as she began to choke up herself. “I’m just… this place has already taken so much from me. And no matter how much I try to fight it I always end up nearly giving in, just like them.”
Arela winced; so far she only knew some vague details about Rosaline’s comrades. Until now she had been curious about their fate, but knew better than to pry into what was obviously a sore spot for the inexperienced knight. Arela returned the priest’s embrace, hooking her arms around the holy woman’s shoulders and pulling her downward until she felt the blonde’s damp cheek rubbing against her neck.
“Shh, it’s okay.”
“I know. But that’s the problem isn’t it? I’m okay and they’re not. I should be following Marcus’ example and there I was pleasuring myself like an idiot all over again. A-and then I spit on my vows by admitting that I love you, and-”
“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. We can just move on.” Arela sighed, not expecting Rosaline to pull herself up until she was propped up on her hands and knees above the exhausted warrior. The priest’s blue eyes were still moist with tears, but there was no missing the gentle smile on her lips.
“No. I really meant it, and I mean it. I don’t know how to put it into words, but I do know that I really like you Arela. And when we get out of here, I’d like to try…being with you. But after all that’s happened it feels like I’ve been torn apart and stitched back together all wrong.”
Arela turned her gaze towards the nearest wall in embarrassment, but she couldn’t hide the pinkness forming on her cheeks. “I uh… m-meant it too, but this is a big step, so it’s going to take me some getting used to…”
The knight snickered; “the tough and fearsome Arela” was acting like a lovestruck teenager right before her eyes, it was a sight she promised to never forget.
“No, it’s fine. Take all the time you need.”
With those final words, Rosaline leaned downward and kissed Arela passionately on the lips. Unlike the intense and sloppy embraces they had experienced before during the height of their lust, their kiss was short and relatively chaste, but it still left them both breathless.
With strength rapidly leaving their exhausted bodies they collapsed in a heap next to one another, with the soft-bodied priestess bringing her head to rest atop Arela’s arm as they both drifted off to sleep…
When Arela woke, she was alone. Her world, once made up of the relative familiarity of the cramped larder, had been replaced with an endless void of smothering blackness. If it weren’t for a subtle glow being emitted by her own nude body, she wouldn’t have been able to see her own hand a few inches away from her face.
When she looked down, the mercenary had to hold back her screams. Her cock had grown considerably, towering several feet into the air above her lap and releasing so much salty prejizz that it looked, and felt, like she was pissing out an endless stream of the stuff. Gravity still seemed to work even in this alien landscape, and so most of that slime-thick substance fell right back down to coat her nude, twitching body in her own juices.
“What- this can’t- NNNNHHHHHH!!!”
A flood of endorphins slammed into Arela like a brick wall, causing her legs and arms to involuntarily seize up as all of her muscles clenched simultaneously. Her cock exploded without warning; there was no slow and gradual climb to that peak either, one moment she felt a pleasant tingling between her legs and the next she was shooting huge bursts of jizz into the air.
“No! Nhooohhhhhh!~ It feelss way too goooood!” Arela screamed into the empty nothingness all around her, hoping that someone would appear and save her. After spending so long denying herself the past few days, her nuts had produced a veritable ocean of jizz that stained her rippling muscles and sweat-slick skin with globs of strong smelling slime. She knew that if she didn’t stop that would be the end of her… but how could she be expected to give up on something this good now that she’d tasted it? Was this what she had been running from this whole time? What a fool she was.
“Rosa…line….”
Her fingers and heels resting against the invisible ‘ground’ began to sink into a thick, mudlike substance in the same black color as the rest of her prison. From her perspective, it looked as if her body was being swallowed up by the emptiness itself - but she knew better. Wherever her body was engulfed by that thick black ichor became weightless. By the time the crawling ink had finished sucking in her legs and arms and began working on her torso, she felt utterly at peace.
“R…o…sa…he…..lp…me.”
She heard a new voice coming from inside of her head, a voice that uttered a language her brain didn’t dare try to decipher, and yet still she could understand every word.
“Fulfill your purpose.”
“Complete the cycle.”
Images of Rosaline’s smiling face flashed through Arela’s pleasure-stricken mind before each one, in turn, deteriorated into puddles of black slime. She remembered the sensation of being swallowed up by this material before, but when she tried to remember how she had escaped it those memories too were reduced to mush.
“Sacrifice. Serve. Sacrifice. Serve.”
The tip of her spasming horsecock sunk beneath the mud, yet that didn’t stop or even slow down the erupting spray of creamy thick ejaculate she was producing. As her body sunk deeper into the black ichor she felt that cold material sticking to her skin, creating an airtight seal that assaulted everything it enveloped with a tightening pressure. By now only parts of her face stuck out from the living liquid, with her expression locked in a silent scream.
Tendrils of semisolid inky slime invaded her ears and mouth, filling her body with more of that invasive, creeping fluid. A thin membrane of stretchy, clinging blackness wrapped around Arela’s eyes and bathed her world in darkness as she sank to the bottom of that demonic quicksand.
PLSHHHHHHHH
“Nnn…whuh?”
PSHH-SHLLLLLP
“No- I… nnghuhh”
GRRRGHLL- SHHHPP
Arela tossed and turned, but Rosaline’s heavy body resting practically on top of her kept her pinned in place. What’s more, her entire lower body felt like it had been dunked into a pool of warm water, with the rest of that liquid seeping into the pile of bedding underneath her and leaving her entire bed feeling sticky and damp.
“Oh are you kidding me,” she groaned, sitting up straight and looking down towards her lap in horror.
Fresh globs of clear, creamy-thick precum oozed continuously from the tip of her morning wood that had torn the front of her pants to shreds. Everything from her tight-fitting boots all the way up to her chest was drenched in the stuff, and yet still more spurting ropes just added to the mess atop her ruined clothing.
Rosaline, who had been tightly spooning with her this entire time, was still lying down with a wide smile on her face, releasing a small but constant stream of thin, watery pre that shot through the front of her robes onto Arela’s stallionhood. From the size of the growing puddle all around the two of them it looked like they had been leaking all night, and neither of them seemed to be slowing down in the slightest.
“Rosaline!” Arela shouted, shaking the delirious blonde awake with a forceful shove, “wake up damnit, this is serious!”
Jostled into the waking world, the top-heavy priestess found herself rolling out of Arela’s embrace and landing ass-first in the puddle of arousal that dominated their entire side of the cramped pantry. The knight’s soaked-through robes stuck to her skin and hugged every delicious curve of her body, even tightly rubbing against the underside of her swaying breasts. Trickles of milk leaked through the damp fabric from her pillowy chest, adding to sticky white mess that now coated both girls from the neck down.
“Buh?! WHAT?! There’s no way. That heathen lied to us!”
The sheer scale of their production was nowhere near the room-flooding extremes they experienced hooked up to that disgusting breeding mount, but the flow was near-constant, with ceaseless trickles of breast milk and prejizz leaking from both futanari. To Arela’s shock, she noticed the magic crest on Rosaline’s wobbling, sloshing nuts was glowing far more intensely than she’d seen before. A quick glance down at her own equipment revealed a similar situation; the heart shaped rune sealed onto her testes, which until then had only radiated a faint pink light, was now glowing ominously.
As the two stood and tried in vain to wipe off the layers of slimy prejizz that sloughed off of their bodies, clothes, and members in huge globs they noticed their pricks continuing to spasm and leak with even more of that offending fluid. With each pulse of the crests on their nuts fresh ropes of pre shot up through their expanded urethras before splitting into droplets that flew through the air between them. While it was nowhere near the multi-gallon shots of prenut their gurgling, thrumming nuts had produced before those spectral blowjobs, it was still enough to leave both of them soaked through.
“Whatdowedowhatdowedowhatdowedo?!” Rosaline shouted, trying in vain to grasp her tiny, bobbing shaft through her soaked-through vestments and squeeze hard enough to stop the flow, only to let out a pleasured yelp as two identical trickles of milk soaked through the front of her robe instead.
“Just stay calm,” Arela responded, “there has to be a way to reverse this, there’s no way we could have been cumming the entire night.”
A quick glance at their surroundings confirmed this; though they had completely drenched themselves in a plastering coat of slick, sticky prespunk from their necks down, the rest of the stuffy pantry was pristine…minus the dust.
“Should we go back down and see Se-”
“No. Absolutely not.” Rosaline practically spat as she took a few wobbling steps away from the puddle of strong-smelling arousal at her feet; every step made her gurgling nuts plap between her milky white thighs with even that light stimulation causing another sudden trickle of fluid to stain the ground with a loud shhllp! Thankfully the volume of the futa’s leakage was beginning to shrink and taper off, but that was little solace considering both of them were already plastered with the stuff. “She’s the reason why we’re in this mess in the first place, and need I remind you how she tried to ‘help’ us the last time; who knows what she’d do if we gave her another opportunity to toy with us.”
“Then what are we supposed to do, just sit around painting the floor until we stop? And what do we do if this starts happening when we’re in danger? Just lie back and hope that whatever foe we’re dealing with is nice enough to give us a break?”
The priestess furrowed her brow in thought. She knew Arela was right, but the idea of begging that shifty ghost for help disgusted her to no end. Though she was competent enough with casting basic healing magic and miracles there were no spells she knew of that provided an easy solution to this problem. If there was just some way of keeping the mess down, maybe they could actually get somewhere, the young knight thought to herself as she glanced down at her thin prick twitching and straining without even needing to be touched.
The solution clawed at the entrance of the knight’s mind, but she refused to permit it entry; it was too crude, too humiliating to even consider. Yet the harder she tried to resist, the more the plan seemed to make sense.
“Damn it all.” She practically gagged, “there is something we could do but…”
“Well?” Arela responded, crossing her arms in front of her modest chest, “let’s hear it, whatever it is it can’t be worse than just standing around waiting to get dry.”
It would have ordinarily taken the two of them a minute at most to exit the pantry, climb up the ornate staircase and burst into the nearest bedroom; but with the ‘extra weight’ swinging between their legs and the embarrassing trails of fluid the girls left behind it took them a while to reach their destination.
The previous night the two of them had avoided sleeping in these ancient, luxurious living quarters fearing a trap, but that hadn’t stopped them from tearing through the place looking for valuables. The whole room was a mess of toppled furniture and torn up scraps of bedding, but the priestess knew exactly where to look. After a bit of digging, the zealot emerged with an ornamental brass box with a locking mechanism long since corroded by the passage of time. With the slightest pressure, the top of the box popped open to reveal its contents.
“O-oh…I see what you mean.” Arela stammered as she admired the perverse majesty of the sight before her. There were enough contraceptives packed into that tiny little box to keep even the busiest whorehouse in the capitol supplied for days; dozens of identical round condoms colored a light, transparent green were stacked so high upon one another that a few of them spilled from the open box to scatter along the floor.
“Rosaline, how did you find this?”
“I wasn’t looking for it specifically!” She quickly cried out in protest, “I found it last night when we were searching through the rooms. I thought a box like this would have to contain something useful, but- but the ancients were just a bunch of perverts!”
Arela picked up a contraceptive and held it between her fingers. Unlike the thick, opaque, and slightly slimy-feeling condoms she had encountered before on the surface the circle of thin, stretchy material between her fingers felt strangely familiar. Visions of black ink crawling across her skin flashed through her mind, causing a shiver to run up her spine.
“It’s a bad idea right? I knew it, I’m sorry for even bringing it up.”
“No, this might just work.” Arela confidently declared, picking up one of the thin condoms between her thumb and index finger and rolling it back and forth as she studied its surface. There didn’t appear to be anything suspicious about them; no ancient writing or glowing magical symbols that would add another horrific curse for them to worry about, just ordinary looking condoms. And although it seemed unlikely that such a small thing could fit around her ‘unique’ phallus it might at least lessen the mess left behind by her overproduction.
Seeing Rosaline’s eyes bulge out at the sight of her flared horsecock did make Arela blush a bit, but by now the two had seen one another naked several times. With a heavy grunt, the adventurer pressed the rolled-up ring atop the oversized, flattened tip of her equine phallus and tightened the muscles of her arms as she rolled the condom around her crown and down the muddy brown surface of her iron-hard tool.
“Nn- shit this thing is snug.” She muttered as the tight material formed a perfect seal around every bulging vein of her manhood. As soon as the lower ring had reached its furthest extent just a few inches down the surface of her multi foot-long phallus a sizeable burst of salty pre shot forth, instantly stretching out the tiny reservoir tip.
“Aha~ that…that feels so weird.” She half-moaned, pinching her fingers around the sack of clear fluid now hanging loosely from the tip of her dick with a wide grin on her face.
“Aren’t you enjoying this a bit too much?”
“Wha?! No, no of course not!” Arela protested, hiking up the front of her pants hard and fast enough to send her enormous horsecock slapping against her own stomach. Sheepishly, the blushing adventurer glanced between her throbbing meatpole and an annoyed looking Rosaline standing with her hands planted on her hips.
“Well, yeah. Maybe a little bit.”
Looking thoroughly annoyed, Rosaline hastily plucked out one of those thin rings from the box and turned away in shame, lifting up the front of her robe with one hand and trying in vain to roll the contraceptive along her diminutive dicklette with the other.
“Nhhh… come on godsdamnit…” she huffed, tugging downward on the rim of the condom only for it to unfurl and fall to the floor at her feet along with a streak of clear fluid.
“Rosie, have you ever used a condom before?”
“Vow of chastity, remember? And wait, since when did I say you could call me that!”
“You didn’t, but that’s not going to stop me.” Arela snickered, before lunging at the struggling priestess from behind and wrapping her arms around Rosaline’s waist, gently squeezing the base of her small, pinkish length with two fingers and giving it a light stroke.
“Woahwoahwoah, h-hold it! You can’t, you absolutely can’t!” Rosaline yelled, pulling down the hem of her ornate white robes as hard as she could.
“Why not? It looks so cute! Here, let me help you.”
With a light drag of her fingertips along the priestess’ melon-sized testes that made the blonde shiver in delight, Arela resolved to give her companion a few teasing strokes while she could. Light, half-stifled moans leaked from Rosaline’s sealed lips as she looked down and watched her friend caress her slender, pinky-sized manhood with one hand and line up a condom with the other.
“You have to make sure you’re putting it on in the right direction, and the guy has to be totally hard before you can slip it on…” Arela cooed, obviously speaking from experience. “Then slowly, making sure to roll it down evenly on every side, you drag it down all the way to the base.”
Unlike the rubber covering Arela’s massive stallion pole, Rosaline’s condom covered the entirety of her member with room to spare, with the excess forming a massive reservoir that hung limply from her tapered pink tip.
“There we go. See, it’s that easy.”
Despite being finished, the muscular redhead let her fingertips graze along the surface of her friend’s swollen nuts a bit longer than she should have, gazing wistfully at their size and fullness as she reached underneath and felt the immense weight of packed-in sperm and gods knows how much sticky fluid radiating warmth against her palm.
“Arela…” Rosaline hissed her friend’s name through clenched teeth as her knees buckled and bowed inward beneath her robe, barely halting the gentle ministrations of that soft hand cupping the underside of her testes.
“Do you want me to stop?~” the redhead responded playfully.
“N-no, that’s just it. I really, really don’t want you to stop doing that!” Rosaline countered, her voice shaking almost as much as her lower body, “but if you don’t stop right now, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to control myself anymore.”
Arela got the hint and released the poor girl, sighing gently as soon as the intoxicating heat of her friend’s nuts was replaced by the chilling air of their luxurious prison. It wouldn’t do to fall to temptation, not here anyway.
The two redressed without another word, though whenever their eyes met they couldn’t help but smile. Though the feeling of those stretchy condoms hugging their rapidly flagging erections was strange to the both of them, it also filled them with a bit of renewed confidence after their near disastrous defeat in the basement earlier.
With their leakage problem fixed, at least for now, the two stepped out of the ruined bedroom and into the next leg of their adventure.