Chapter 76

Opal set her legs and slowly, very slowly, began to rise. Her thighs were wobbly, her knees and feet turned inward, she trembled as she rose, panting, a rivulet of cum rolling down her inner thigh, leaking from her reddened folds.

A pleased prideful look crossed her face as she managed to stand.

That lasted for all of three seconds before her legs gave out and she landed on her rump with a gasp. The impact caused a spurt of boiling hot seed to be squeezed from her puffy muff, splattering noisily across the ground. She groaned, the feeling of being so utterly full of Rain’s masculinity, his incredible output, was a delicious one, she loved it so damned much, the heat alone of what he had left in her after rutting her so - leaving her so -

Well, it was worth it, even if her present predicament left her legs like jelly. She ran a small hand over the gently arcing curve of her belly, warm to the touch. That was Rain, he had done that to her, leaving her flushed and rosy cheeked, an incredibly satisfied glowing feeling in her core.

And she did not like letting him out of her sight, she was almost annoyed he had gone bounding off after the last nasty leveler leaving her in the now silent and devastated main hall. Gods knows what trouble he would get himself into without a Gobbo genius like herself to help him, he needed her!

Thus, she once more set her feet and began to rise, filled with determination, her willpower implacable. This was a war against her own body, a battle against her treacherous legs, one that she was most certainly going to win. They were her legs! How dare they turn into floppy wet rope just because of a little ravishing! ... Okay, admittedly a lot of ravishing, but that wasn’t the point!

She curled her fists and set her lips in a line, rising higher, higher still, legs desperately trying to fly in every direction as she kept them constrained with an iron will. Gravity was no chain that would bind this Gobbo!

She fist pumped as she once more made it to standing. She looked around, hoping to find someone, anyone, watching her, an incredibly impressed look on their face at what she had just achieved.

There was no one there of course, the hall was dead, the ground a sea of smashed plates and cutlery and furniture amongst a slurry of food that had been minced by repeated impact from falls and wind. The occasional island corpse lay amongst the debris, the levelers Rain had crushed and broken with his overwhelmingness, in Opal’s opinion one of his best traits.

“Damn wolfy,” she grumbled, “Where are you? You’re supposed to come pick me up and carry me!”

Finding that her situation was unchanging she made an executive decision. It was time to walk.

She shuffled a foot forward and found that she didn’t immediately fall over, a promising sign. She shuffled the other and then out a soft little noise as she leaked, a fresh rivulet of white rolling down her inner thigh. She shivered at the feeling, her legs turning further inward as she once more nearly fell.

No! She bit down on her lip hard and shuffle marched onward, each motion causing more and more cum to slip from her folds until her inner thighs were awash with a tide of white that slopped down to her shins and oozed over her feet and filled between her toes, so much was coming out by this point that a thick string of the stuff was dangling from her lower lips, stickily connecting to her thighs before breaking and forming anew again and again as she shuffled.

Her eyelids fluttered as a particularly large motion caused several large blobs of the stuff to fall from within her, plap plapping on the floor below, adding to the trail of white she left in her wake. As a scout Gobbo she was a little upset that she was leaving such an easily followable trail, but she was far more upset that she was losing Rain’s wonderful essence.

At last she made it to the end of the hall and with a sigh of relief slumped against the wall, breathing hard. The journey had been a long one and she was a weary traveller, but she had a road to walk and she would not be deterred.

At least she now had the wall to help.

She held herself up by bracing against said wall and stepped into the hallway. Slowly, leaning heavily, she managed to move forward, even managing to fully lift her feet from the ground with each step, each flick of her toes sending droplets of white across the floor, but she didn’t care, she just wanted to find Rain. This epic journey needed a destination, it needed an end, hopefully one where she fell into his broad arms and maybe she could even find some tea later and then she could get carried in that way again. She had liked that experience, being surrounded by levelers with no idea that she was there, it felt very different from being out in the open with their judging anti-monster eyes on her. Rain being inside her made it all the better, they had no idea what was happening, she could ride him right in front of them and they wouldn’t have a clue! The fools! It was enough to make a small pleased smile cross her face.

She came to a halt as a doorway broke the line of the wall, an open doorway. Raised voices were coming from within so she carefully peeked around.

It was Rain and the others. The annoying fluffbutt sheep girl was there, inside some kind of standing cage along with Red, her’s and Rain’s slave. Outrageous that the leveler idiots thought they could take what was theirs without repercussions! Well they certainly received those repercussions and then some, the baldy councillor was quite clearly dead, his neck gruesomely twisted. Not a nice way to die but dying was rarely nice in a dungeon, that’s just how things were in her experience.

Boner was on the table, his flame eyes sputtering with agitation as they all yelled at Rain. Rain himself looked a little lost, and he rubbed at his eyes as though trying to clear his thoughts of some murkiness or other. It was that slippery black clothed fish of a leveler with a knife that had done that to her wolfy, poisoned him. She set a little note aside in her heart that promised terrible wrathful vengeance for even daring to touch him. If she ever came across that one again she would make him rue the day he set eyes on them, mostly by using lots of sharp metal implements upon his rear end.

She shivered as the last of Rain’s essence left her leaving her belly flat and smooth once more. Then she shuffled over to a chair and carefully sat herself on it, with appropriate care of course, she was still very sensitive down there. Once that was done she settled in to listen and to try and figure out what everyone was so excited about.

“Brute, check the Inkerchange, you must understand, this could be putting in me quite a lot of peril.”

“He’s right! Quickly read the book! Read it!”