And thus, she stopped questing, thieving, and thinking all together. She only felt. Felt the Mind Flyer invade her psyche with his Cthulan tendrils, felt his cold embrace throughout her memories, felt his warm penetration as he pierced into her cervix with his monstrous shaped penis, and felt his seed seep into her ovum. Rhiannon lost her will to fight, her reason why she was fighting, her memory of who the fuck she is. Her physical memory only knew to grab hold of him to keep his member deep in her, to undulate her tongue in lust, and motion her hip to suction as much sperm as she could claim.
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Over the months, she had no conscious thought to make resistance, but enough autonomic action to eat, drink, and relieve herself. She was just there, fed every so often and washed- because a clean sow is a playful sow- and cared for since she was pregnant with a good number of Flayer spawn. She bulged with many hybrid children, her smile only a physical reaction to the hormones of her new pregnant condition, and her pussy strangely tight as the first day she was entered (likely MF medicine, magic, or Elf physiology) and her cervix was repeatedly touched by who knows how many Mind Flayers other than the one who consumed her consciousness.
All this, just because she wanted to get all the rewards for a new dungeon, which ironically only had no treasure, just historically outdated magic gear which would have sold at a good price to a museum.
Just another Monday
2019-03-27 16:16:10 +0000 UTC
Maybe she doesnt like to share.
Tinkerbomb
2019-03-27 15:21:30 +0000 UTC
And this is why you don't go dungeon crawling on your own. Silly Rogue Elf.