Thread: Exiled [Acitar & Nostro]

When she glances at the water, Kyndra discovers that hundreds of creatures, somewhat resembling tiny, inky blue lobsters, are staring up at her. The swarm has come to rest in the mud near the shore, and while numerous, they are undeniably too small to be a threat. The watch with tiny, judgemental black beads as she shoves her cock desperately into the creature's waiting corpse. The interior of the centipede proves to be as fantastical as Kyndra's addled mind had ever dreamt it would be. The squishy ruins of its interior coat her shaft, its flexible carapace squeezing and flexing around her shaft, stimulating her cock's every aching muscle one after another.As she pulls it back off, the sinew tugs and caresses her driving her to push it down once again. On the third such stroke, as Kyndra forces the carapace balled-deep along her member, something changes. The centipede's body flexes and tightens, clamping down upon her embedded shaft. It clutches painfully tight, waylaying any effort to pull it free. After a desperate moment of relentless tightness, Kyndra's cock experiences a new feeling. Something pointed presses against her glans, like a thick, hard needle. No sooner does she notice it than it begins to push forward, penetrating into her urethra. The result is an immediate, overpowering pain, needles of agony shooting through her body as the thick object shoves itself deeper and deeper inside her. As it goes further, though, the pain mixes with something else. It is a heady, foggy pleasure, twisting around the pain in her mind like silk around a dancer's limb. The centipede's piercing needle seems to hilt itself at the base of her cock, the pain abating slightly now that its rough surface is no longer pushing through her. The relief does not last long, however soon it is replaced by an even more powerful torture. Kyndra feels the needle swell, its length widening and the tip opening up at base. It begins to pulse, then, hard beads moving down the needle. The centipede's corpse thrashes about in her grip, keeping rhythm with the push of the capsules. As the first one exits the needle's tip it begins to wriggle with a life all its own, crawling down its tunnel. This wriggling brings not pain, but an overpowering, orgasmic pleasure. As each bead begins its journey Kundra feels her balls flex in empty orgasm, releasing nothing and yet flooding her mind with pleasure all the same. The beads make their way through her body, eventually coming to rest in her balls. As each one reaches its destination, she feels her balls swell ever-so-slightly. The beads come for what feels like hours, as does Kyndra herself, until at last the final one clears the tip of the needle. By now, her sack is utterly taut, its contents straining against her skin. They are easily three times their normal size, so loaded are they with precious cargo. The little beads are visible as bumps beneath the surface that shift as she moves. Touching her balls brings at intense stick of pain and pleasure, thrilling yet intolerable to maintain. The centipede, its flailing nerves having somehow sensed their cargo has been spent, at last relaxes its death-grip upon her member, falling limp. The needle within her contracts back to its original size, though it remains lodged deep in her urethra.