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Baze stumbles down along the hall, her vision blurry with the buzzing corruption buried deep within her. Her slit drools with fluids both natural and arcane, pooling by her feet, making her stumble over the slime. Her eyes glow, her breath becoming ragged as her tongue dangles out, her nose picking up the scent of what she seeks--the scent of lust.

The door opens up and Krazic slithers on out, only to double back when he sees the kobold. "My word..." He whispers, placing the alien egg he gathered off to the side. "Lady Xasandra... you may want to see this."

Baze growls hungrily as she thrashes about, her arms and legs and tail bound by powerful and fertile vines. Standing behind Krazic, the goddess Xasandra watches the kobold, and she says. "When will mortals learn never to deal with the matters beyond the Great Beyond? It only leads to trouble. Oh well, this is something my champion can easily remedy. Let me call her." She snaps her fingers, but pauses, frowns, and then proceeds out the door. "I have to go." She says.

"H-hey, wait! How are we supposed to help her?" Krazic says, but the goddess doesn't listen.

"Feh..." Krazic rubs his nose with one tendril. "Well, I know how it feels to be overcome by the eldritch truth. Bad luck for you. Good luck for me. I get to observe what happens next."

The gurgling growl from behind Krazic makes the avatar jump and head out the door himself. "On second fault, I think I want to be as far away from this confrontation as I can be!" With that, he scurries on out, following the goddess to the final encounter.

The alien crawls up towards Baze, sitting in front of her, sniffing the air and then letting out another growl.

Baze's mouth curls into a wicked smile and, with newfound strength from her desire to feed off lust, she breaks the bonds of the plants, jumping right into the creature, tackling her with little issue. After all, she's had training in dealing with unruly animals.

The alien's ovipositor emerges from between her legs, rising up and poking at the ranger's thighs.

Baze's tongue slides out of her mouth and licks all around her snout as she looks down at that thing, her own desires intensifying as she sees the size of that attachment. She pushes herself down onto the alien, sitting on her lap, pushing against the fleshy rod to see which would yield first, her slit or the pole.

The alien throws her head back, her hands scraping along the floor as she lays there, pushing her hips up, the tough tip sinking its way inside.

Baze laughs, thinking back on all the horrible abominations she fought and killed. What is the point when they so willingly share their lust with the world? Is she not a ranger, who casually has sex with other travelers in the wilds of the world? Why can't she just fuck everything and anything?

The kobold sits on the alien, her hands squeezing at her chest sacs, watching the bubbling liquid inside slosh around as she roughly handles her squishier bits. Her feet rest on the alien's body, toes curling up against the chiton. She raises her tail and squats down, lowering onto the shaft over and over again onto her

The Alien claws at the ground, her own tail lashing about as she falls under the sway of this arcana-infused kobold. She cannot help herself but release her eggs, inseminated by the goddess Xasandra. Her shaft expands, the head swelling to keep the host of her progeny from leaving, but Baze reaches down and squeezes at the ovipositor, blocking the entrance.

The alien feels a pressure she has never felt before in her loins, her primal fury of not being able to lay her eggs inside her partner is clouded by a new feeling--the pleasure of being controlled, of being manipulated.

Baze grits her teeth and pushes up, her body disconnecting from the xeno's length with a loud "pop." She then rolls around so she sits on the alien's chest, watching with a perverse glee as she lets go.

The alien's hips rock up into the air at the sudden release of pressure. Lubricant gushes out from the tip, rolling down along her own ovipositor and then into her hips and over the floor. Then, expelling out from inside come her eggs. Dozens of them, one at a time, sliding out the dilated opening and plopping onto the floor and her body around them.

Baze scurries off of the alien and gets in between her legs. The creature is too occupied by the strange feelings to notice what the ranger is doing. The kobold spreads the lips of her entrance with one hand and scoops up some of the bubbling masses of eggs with her other. She then slides them inside her, stuffing the alien mother with her own brood.

During the whole process, the alien falls eerily still, only a few twitches and quivers show that she is reacting at all to this new sensation. With care, Baze finds and scoops up every last egg she can, before she pushes them all inside of her, stuffing the alien full.

The kobold stands, licking her lips as she looks over the sex-starved creature before her.

"Your lust is so delicious," Baze says. "Now, it is time to sup upon it once and for a-" she pauses, looking back. There's a larger, a much, MUCH larger gathering of lust happening. Baze shivers. "Oh, I can't miss this!" She says, spinning around and running down the hall.

The alien pushes herself up and rubs her stomach, realizing that the natural process has now gone to her. She coos as she sits there, feeling the lust that the lamia had injected into her disappearing, replaced only with the desire to propagate the next generation on this cold and joyous night.