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Ellaria turned back to Fey and Zal and Rina. Fey gave her a happy smile, clearly pleased that Ellaria was pleased. Ellaria found herself returning the centaur's smile, flashing her perfect teeth in a powerful beam of attractiveness, this of course hit Fey like a brick to the face and she nearly lost her balance. Below her the dogkin let out a soft mewl as Fey's shaft stirred up her insides, throbbing harder than even before she had ejaculated in her.

Rina glanced between the pair in confusion. "Adventurers? Wait, why are you even here?"

"We were simply passing by and stumbled upon your camp, nothing more than that. Seems that was quite a lucky turn of events for your friend here judging by her unfortunately intense heat."

Despite herself Rina had to admit that was true, Zal had not been doing well and, well, she was now filled with a lake of piping hot cum, which judging by her lack of cries of distress at the very least seemed to be suppressing the dogkin's heat. There were no complaints so far anyway.

Ellaria glanced around the camp, noting how small it was.

"Are you two alone out here?"

Rina hesitated before answering. "No. We separated from the others because Zal's heat was embarrassing for her, she didn't want to be seen..." The lamia was reminded that she was still partially entwined with the naked dogkin, her tail wrapped around her inflated body which was still sleeved on the centaur's dick. Her blush deepened.

"Hmm, interesting. Let me guess, part of a trading caravan?"

The lamia nodded. "Yes, I run an inter-city caravan, me and Zal run it together."

"Oh? Is this coincidence a blessing from the gods? If I may, I have a suggestion. My band are as you have seen a silver rank band, and as you can imagine we are quite skilled. I would be willing to offer our services as caravan guards at a very reasonable fee, along with food and board of course. I believe this would be a mutually beneficial arrangement, there are very few guards who approach the level of silver rank adventurers, we would be able to provide a level of protection that would see you thoroughly assured of your safety."

Rina tried to pay attention to the elf's pitch, she really did, but as the elf spoke she was distracted by the vulpine behind her. The fox girl was rubbing her paw pads over the silver plate in fascination, exploring its detailed engravings. That was fine, but then the fox girl flinched and Rina's eyes were drawn down to her shorts. As she watched the hem of her shorts twitched, and then curiously, hesitantly, a glossy white rounded tip poked from beneath the cloth. She blinked. What the hell was that?

The semi-transparent thing slid down further, wiggling as it did so, until the lamia realised she was looking at a slick looking tentacle. A droplet of something clear fell from it to the grass below and the fox girl shivered. The tentacle didn't stop flowing and pouring from beneath the hem of the shorts until it turned in a hook and waved up into the air. The fox girl was struggling, clearly set on edge by what was coming from her shorts, her mouth opening and closing in breathy gasps. The tentacle wasn't bothered by this at all, simply swaying with the girl's hips as she shifted.

The tentacle seemed to have discovered something that interested it, judging by how its tip tracked the metal plate in the fox girl's paws. The tip suddenly lunged forward and grabbed at the plate, wrapping its tip around the metal and firmly grasping it. The fox girl's eyes went round and she tried to yank the plate from the tentacle but to no avail, the tentacle appeared to be immensely strong and it tugged back against her paws, tensing up its length. This appeared to have quite an effect on the vulpine as her thighs clenched and her eyelids fluttered. The tentacle took its chance and it knocked aside her paws before swooping back down to her shorts, slipping back beneath the hem with plate held in tentacle.

The fox girl desperately grabbed for the plate, genuine fear in her eyes. Unfortunately she was just a little too slow and the tentacle disappeared inside her shorts, bulging out the cloth with the plate as it was dragged toward her crotch and then inward. The fox girl's mouth fell open to let out a scream but before she could voice it her paws slapped over her muzzle, cutting off her voice with a muffled whimper. Her eyes rolled up as the cloth around her pussy bulged and shifted as the plate was arranged and moved until with a jerk the cloth bulge seemed to sink down as though the plate was being dragged up inside somewhere.