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Thread: Exiled [Acitar & Nostro]

Kyndra lay there, just taking deep breaths in, then out, in then out and slowly but surely the world around her began to return to something she hazarded to guess at being normal. Despite this being where she was exiled and her first hours here being punctuated with something horrific and a little disturbing to understate it horribly in her opinion, it was quite a nice place to look at, the glint of what looked to my spiderwebs seemed to hang in the canopy above her taking her mind at least momentarily off two big problems. The musk still lingered, heavy in the air and it was playing havoc with her mind which seemed to cling to the idea of stuffing her straining penis into the presumably dead, slippery husk of the centipede. No-one would know right? She'd been exiled they wouldn't exactly come down here and execute her for doing something worse the thought rolled around in her mind as, making her chew her bottom lip as she looked at it laying just off to her right, the tented shape of her thong jutting up within her vision as well. It was then that she noticed another smell, different yet still sweet coming from the river itself along with a strange clicking but she couldn't be sure if that was her ears playing tricks on her as well as she rolled to her right she picked up the remains of her explosive assailant and pushed herself with some discomfort to her knees, the prickly legs of the centipede digging into the soft skin of her palm as she looked at the river. This is so wrong.. She mutters to herself her mind screaming at her to not do it but her cock just pulsed, throbbed with demanding need as she hooked her thumb into the waistband of the black silk and tugged it down hooking it up under the smooth pouch of her balls. All five inches of her erection strained as she with shaking and reluctant hands paused, before she lowered the hole, still dripping with ooze toward her wantonly twitching penis until the head brushed it before she took a deep breath and plunged herself inside.
Thread: Exiled [Acitar & Nostro]

Kyndra drifts into a fitful sleep, her relentless erection robbing her of much of her rest, every shift sending jolting pain shooting from her heavy balls. Eventually she settles down enough to properly dose off, passing time beneath the tree. She is awoken hours later by the heat of sunlight pressing on her brow, sneaking through the canopy to dapple across her skin, and by a low, familiar hissing. Her wakefulness is joined by a throbbing ache in her loins, cock still rock hard, engorged balls hanging tightly beneath it. It dawns on her than she has yet to properly cum, her many orgasms having doubtless filled her balls fit to bursting with fluid. Despite the faint unpleasantness in her loins, the environment surrounding her seems a far more pleasant one in the morning light. The trees have lost some of their edge, their manycoloured leaves casting a glittering, painterly air across the jungle floor. A few feet away from her, such that it is nearly between her legs, another of the bursting centipedes rests on the ground. This one's face is intact, its horribly humanoid features facing towards Kyndra. Its upper segments are raised off the ground a bit like a glittering black snake, high enough for its glittering eyes to stare, with what could only be described as longing, towards her pulsing member. At this point, it becomes apparent that at some point during the night Kyndra, or perhaps some unknown third party, has undone her pants and pulled free her member, which now throbs at its full 5 height, exposed to the cool morning air. Perhaps it was done in a bid to ease her aching. Now, as she stares past it to the watching centipede, another errant thought crawls into her mind. That mouth, she thinks, balls aching to spray out their pent-up seed, looks very stretchy. It probably wouldn't be too hard to force her cock inside. A chance to rape and torment and violate one of these creatures, petty revenge for the suffering they caused her last night. And if a dead one felt that could, surely the inside of a living one would feel all the sweeter. The urge presses on her mind, edged on by her desperate cock. It forces aside the lessons of the previous night in favour of a desperate desire to fuck . The heady scent of the centipede's musk, doubtless adding to her dulled judgement, goes entirely unnoticed.
Thread: Exiled [Acitar & Nostro]

Kyndra's pleasure mounts akin to a mountain, surging upwards and then bursting. She feels her cum surge out in thick, blissful streams, pulsing into the centipede's waiting gullet. Her orgasm does not quickly fade into afterglow, however, instead continuing. Kyndra's swollen balls continue to pump string after string of semen into the creature, until its frame distends from the quantity and it is eventually forced off by the continuing pressure. The centipede drops to the ground, oozing a pure white liquid far thicker than kyndra's semen is usually. Even then she does not stop cumming, balls clenching as they pump lengths of milky discharge out through her swollen tip. The white ropes shoot out some distance along the ground, falling atop one another and forming a thin, milky lattice. When her long orgasm finally ends, Kyndra is hit with a sagging exhaustion. The pleasure eases away slowly, hovering about her like a solid thing. As she basks in the afterglow, her centipede lover, managing to stretch its legs down far enough past its distended underbelly to make landfall, makes good on its escape. Its prassage is a somewhat lumbering endeavour, like a canoe trying to row itself across land, but soon enough it reaches a tree and crawls its way back into the canopy. Kyndra recovers from her centipede-induced exhaustion soon enough. By the time she does, she has a few new features to discover. First, fortunately, her cock has at last fallen from grace, lying calmly across her balls. A streamer of the white liquid still dangles from its tip, partly hardened. Secondly, her balls have shrunk slightly. They are still much bigger than before, but are no longer so grotesquely engorged, nor so painful to touch. It appears her loins will be at least a bit easier to contain, for the moment, anyway.
Thread: Exiled [Acitar & Nostro]

The universe itself seemed to fold into itself until everything she was got pumped, squeezed and outright dragged up through her cock and into the waiting gullet of the centipede like creature. Five, six, seven.. She was losing track of how many times her cock flexed in near agonising bliss as she quite literally poured her bloated balls into this horrific little thing. Her mind went blank past fifteen even as the centipede, swollen to near bursting detaches itself from her quivering mast and shuffles off about it's business leaving the former thief shuddering on the ground, cum still splashing across her leather tunic and stomach thanks to the tear in it. For almost a full ten minutes she just lay there, breathing heavily as her mind and body recovered. Sitting herself upright she inspected the 'damage' her cock was still partly stiff but seemed to be returning to it's usual softness but her balls appeared slightly bigger than usual still leaving her to only hope they would return to their normal size over time. Tugging the black silk of her thong back into place and closing up her pants again she looked around and decided that heading away from the sheer cliff face behind her was best just in case some genuinely dangerous exile found her with her pants down that and she imagined many creatures may hunt here due to the exiles being dropped off from several dozen similar lifts. Kyndra took one last look at the crags and razor sharp rock of the cliff-face her gaze lingering on the clouds obscuring the wall above from view almost wishing she still had her old life. An adept climber as she was even she didn't fancy her chances of getting back up that cliff face and even if she made it past that the wall itself had no hand-holds or so the rumour's said so she'd be stuck half-way up. With a resolute sigh she picked up her pack, taking a few more mouthfuls of the rapidly emptying water skin before heading straight away from the wall whilst inwardly hoping not to run into another one of those centipedes or worse. There were few trails to follow given that everything beyond the wall was considered a wild land, unexplored, untamed and the only people that may be here were exiles if any of them survived at all that is. She looked around her eyes taking in everything. Trees, bushes, shrubs, vines were the only thing in every direction so she opted to keep heading in as straight a line as possible or maybe find some high ground or a tree that breached the canopy she could climb to better give herself some kind of direction rather than aimless wandering. A chilling thought of simply wandering forever in circles in an endless jungle filled her mind, starving to death or dying of thirst before she shook it off. It's a jungle, there's plenty of plants so some of them must be edible.. And there was water.. Just find some that doesn't smell weird and you'll be fine.. She said to herself as she carried on through the jungle one step at a time, despite the danger she knew had to be lurking under every rock or in every bush she had to admit it was quite the spectacular place.
Thread: Exiled [Acitar & Nostro]

As she continues deeper into the jungle, Kyndra comes upon a grove. Dangling from every rainbow-coloured tree are bushels of fruit, like enormous peaches, each one at least the size of her fist, with some as large as her head. They let out a sickly-sweet scent, hinting at the delicious meat hidden beneath their skin. As she walks through the fruit grove, Kyndra steps on a softer part of the ground. Before she has time to react, her weight causes it to collapse, her foot and much of her calve disappearing into the earth. Inside, she feels something sharp and encompassing, like a hundred tiny knives encircling her leg, slicing through the leather of her pants and into her leg as she sinks down.
Thread: Exiled [Acitar & Nostro]

Eventually the scenery around her changed slightly as she entered what she could only describe as a grove or perhaps an orchard of some kind, multi-coloured trees all but sagging with ripe looking fruit that were akin to peaches only far larger, some impossibly so. A sickly sweet scent filling her nostrils as her stomach gurgled at the prospect of fresh fruit but there was a part of her that wanted to be more cautious after the centipede incident, however as if fate had a sense of humor just as she thought about being more caution the ground under her next footstep proved much less sturdy. Her foot plunges downward, the leather being torn open up to the knee as she feels hundreds of sharp spines or blades scratching their way in several places up along her leg, fortunately she suppressed the reflex to instantly pull out lest she do more damage on the way out. The fruit may have been a distraction? She mused over that but could see nothing else out of the ordinary trying to take advantage of her predicament so shuffling her other leg onto it's knee to support her weight she lent down onto her forearms to take all the weight off the trapped leg as she attemped to pull herself free of it.
Thread: Exiled [Acitar & Nostro]

Kyndra's leg pulls free easily, though she can feel her flesh tear in places as whatever stabbed into her is slowly pulled free by her movement. Once she has moved her leg free of the hole, she begins to see what it was that stabbed into her. They are needles, thick and rigid and bone-white, each one trailing a long, thin appendage, somewhat like enormous, single-segmented spider legs. What had felt like hundreds of punctures are, in fact, merely dozens, those that have already been pulled free leaving wounds much larger than the needles themselves, suggesting they are serrated on the inside. Once she frees the entirety of her leg, it becomes clear that there were yet more spikes even deeper into the hole. These come out along with those in her leg, and then keep coming, more and more and more, dozens upon dozens. As each spike crests the surface it twists about to grip the edge of the hole, aiding in pulling up whatever their source is. Once the whole assembly has moved some amount, each segment shifts away from the hole to more solid ground, to better leverage itself free. Soon, the first whole segments appear, bending about to reveal they are, in fact, much like a spider's leg, though far longer. Each segment is at least as long as Kyndra herself, and incredibly thin. They seem very fragile. Not long after that, a whole leg appears, and with it the monster that has sunk its claws into her. Its head appears first an open, circular maw, rimmed with teeth very similar in shape to its claws. This is filled with damp, inky-black flesh, and housed within a brilliantly blue body of cylindrical, carapaced segments. The body is roughly the same size as the hole from which it emerged, slightly wider than Kyndra's thigh, but long. From its body come its hundreds of legs, a dozen to a segment, arranged in a circle, and these propel more and more of its body out of the hold, both crawling it towards the captured thief and trying to pull her in closer, though it does not appear to be terribly strong. More and more of the creature's body pours forth, seemingly endless, though only ever as much as is needed for it to stretch towards its waiting prey.
Thread: Exiled [Acitar & Nostro]

Managing to get most of her leg free of the hole and it's spiny interior came at the cost of a few dozen scratches and puncture marks in the otherwise flawless skin of her leg, now mostly bare, the leather having been shredded with worrying ease. Of course for every spine she removed to free herself another one was there and it was at this point that Kyndra realised she was perhaps in more danger than simply sticking her foot into some primitive snare trap but instead yet another of this lands denizens. Trying to pull away too quickly was not appealing despite the fragile looking nature of the spines as pulling them from the soft flesh of her leg revealed they were likely barbed in some way meaning she'd do a lot of damage if she were to just drag herself away forcefully but eventually her leg comes free of the hole itself but not the creatures grip. She had to blink a few times not entirely sure as to what her eyes were showing her as the main segment or at least part of it's carapace covered hide emerged to reveal an almost cylindrical body that looked like nothing more than a mouth filled with teeth to her causing her to try and back away from it but the barbed limbs still holding her leg made her wince and hesitate. It was at this point she began to worry a little, averting her gaze to look around for a big rock or branch to smack it with and hopefully convince it to let her go. For everytime she pulled a few inches further away more and more of the segmented body seems to emerged from the hole revealing it to be easily several feet long if not longer. The peaches dangling above her head almost taunting her in how close fresh food was but it made her wonder if this was just a part of this monsters hunting strategy, any exile that found this place, even the most cautious would seldom be paying much attention to the ground. The soft leather of her pants on her left leg was now torn up to just above the knee as each carefully removed spine or pull backwards the creature seemed to draw ever closer to her and she had no intention of becoming lunch.
Thread: Exiled [Acitar & Nostro]

The strange, elongated spider-anemone pulls ever more of itself towards Kyndra, its delicate legs reaching out to clutch the ground next to her. Despite its many appendages, it makes no effort to pierce her further, apparently deeming the dozens of quills still lodged in her leg to be sufficient. Its head moves over her wounded leg, apparently aiming for her core and with no interest in mere limbs. Midway up her calve, however, the creature stops, hovers for a moment, and then slams its head down. The impact produces a sickening crack, one that seems to echo between the trees. What follows after that is worse an aching, piercing, blinding pain that jostles Kyndra's head, dragging her towards unconsciousness. The creature has broken her already wounded leg, or at least fractured it, crippling her and making an escape attempt that must more difficult. As the pain throbs and reciprocates, spreading up her thigh, it becomes terrifyingly apparent Whatever end this monster has planned for her, it will not end as pleasantly as her last encounter with the centipedes.
Thread: Exiled [Acitar & Nostro]

It was a hard creature to describe at least for her, it looked like some hideous cross between a spider and a sea-urchin though it didn't seem particularly interested in piercing her leg any further given the dozen or so barbs holding her painfully in place already were arresting her attempts at escape. It moves fully half-way up along her calf before it slams it's head down hard, signalling this thing is no-where near as 'friendly' as the centipede had been. The sense of impact reverberated up her leg followed by pain that made her cry out as much in surprise as the actual pain, it had hit her hard enough to injure her leg severely knowing full well it was bad enough to be fractured if not worse. Her world seemed to spin around as her mind reeled from the pain, very nearly causing her to black out but her survival instincts began to take hold, adrenaline surging through her blood she reached for the heaviest rock she could find, about twice the size of her fist and threw it straight at the central body whilst kicking at the spines with her other leg no longer concerned with the puncturing wounds of it's barbed limbs if it was capable of breaking bone with sheer force alone. Kyndra was in pure fight or flight not really taking it in as with each kick at the beast she used her hands to shuffle back and away, reluctant to move the injured limb at all as she did her level best to drag herself out of danger. She was beginning to regret her cautious nature now hoping she'd live long enough to learn to run rather than walk to safety.. Not that she'd be doing much walking if she survived this.
Thread: Exiled [Acitar & Nostro]

As she repeatedly kicked her feet into the monster, Kyndra's foot lodges in its mouth. With some squirming, she manages to pull it free without injuring herself, but the shoe remains lodged, the soft fabric pierced by the creature's innumerable teeth. Finding something in its mouth, the blind monster's mouth begins to pulse, its teeth undulating like waves. The shoe is quickly worked into its gullet, then disappears. Kyndra's struggling is not entirely fruitless, however, her kicks stunning the creature's advance long enough for her to pull the remaining spikes free. Each protrusion takes a piece of her along with it, however, adding a new stab of pain to her already aching calf. However, she soon enough finds herself free of the creature's grasp. It having been stunned was apparently a temporary arrangement. As it recovers, the creature again begins to move towards where Kyndra last was. Its movements are slow, its body clearly too heavy for it to move quickly under the power of its tiny legs. As each of the spindly appendages lifts up, the spike at their tip straightens out and then stabs downward, digging into the earth. It somewhat resembles a person testing the ice in front of them with a pole, the creature sounding for any objects ahead of it and doubtless eager to again sink its piercers into Kyndra's flesh once again.
Thread: Exiled [Acitar & Nostro]

The understandably terrified thief was not particularly accurate in her attempt to kick the thing away or otherwise dissuade it from thinking she was an easy meal and missed her intended target with her final kick lodging her foot squarely in it's mouth, though she managed to get her foot free her boot didn't fare quite so well. The durable, if soft leather was quickly turned into mulch by the endless rows of teeth and swallowed making her feel somewhat fortunate she'd pulled her leg out in time at all despite the injuries it had already caused her. She did however notice fortune smiling on her at least partly on her efforts as the creature seems stunned by the final blow as she drags her injured leg away and crawls backwards with her hands, avoiding using her legs where possible. Trickles of blood laced her leg from the innumerable holes left in it by the creatures barbed limbs along with the painful throbbing in her calf. Glancing around behind her as she crawled away albeit with noticeable difficulty, dragging the aching and bare shape of her leg along with her, opting to aim for the base of the trees just in case it wasn't the only such creature in the grove. It didn't have eyes that she could see but right now she wasn't of a mind for taking anything for granted as this harsh wilderness seemed all too ready to punish such oversights. Was it smell? Movement? Sound perhaps that it followed or even scent, did it even have a nose? It seemed sluggish as it pulled itself along after recovering however as if it wasn't really adapted to moving after it's food once caught, she didn't imagine many were lucky enough to pull their trapped limb out in time, a thought that sent a cold chill up her spine.Though she herself wasn't exactly her usually agile self but she still hoped it was possible to outrun or evade it for long enough for it to give up on it's hunt. Pulling herself around behind the largest tree trunk she could find whilst peering around it to keep it in sight lest it had any worse tricks up it's proverbial sleeve to unleash upon her. Whilst also keeping watch over her shoulder, on the ground behind her and even in the trees as she developed the notion that this place was as dangerous if not more so than the stories, it wasn't like they sent her down here to live happily ever after in the end.
Thread: The Vale of Flowers (Saber Arturia and Dancingrain)

With the winds of winter gradually giving way for the warm embrace of spring, Izami had found herself on the road again, blonde hair billowing behind her with every step. A swordswoman with no master and no home, she was fond of wandering and acting as a wandering problem solver assuming that the problem could be solved with the swipe of a blade, and the shedding of blood. With distant smoke on the horizon, she knew it could have meant any number of woes. From bandits and brigands, to slavers or worse such a glut of smoke could only mean one thing, that a town or a village had been attacked And while she was not a predatory woman, a village in distress usually meant ample work, which kept her afloat and with a bulging coinpurse. The woods around her were a little dark with their enveloping canopy, but she knew the direction she was to go in. Eschewing the roads in case they had trouble, her steps carried her quickly and efficiently through the woods, her straight blade cutting through dense vegetation and forestry as she darted onward for her destination. A tall and statuesque woman, Izami was a beauty, between her golden colored hair and green hued eye the other covered by a leather patch. Her armor was light, eschewing heavy protection for mobility and keeping key parts of her body safe. Normally she wouldnt even be armored on the road but between the rumors of beasts becoming more aggressive, plus the ever present threat of bandits, it was better to be safe than sorry, no? Strangely however, the forest seemed Quiet. No birds,no animals, nothing. Whatever the reason, it was unnerving to say the least, and even as she cut down another vine in her path, the woman was prepared to deal with the unknown that caused the quiet.