>>11995586Doc would have strange dreams after that experience. When the Crocodilian finally stuffed her with virile seed that leaked the scent of a freshwater beast, she had felt a sudden wave of tired pass over her. With fluttering eyes barely managing to stay awake and a clouded, shocked mind--the only solace she had was to let the darkness of exhaustion take her.
Being touched in such a way by the monsters of the other side exposed the Plague Doctor to what could only be described as drugged visions. She would be shrouded in the dark, groped at by tendrils and claws as she was yanked further into her own subconscious. She would become audience to her own sexual movie, watching in full color as her mind replayed not just her experiences with virile, infested beasts...but what she still dreamt of doing, next. The jester that she wished hadn't died so she could feel his madness pour into her, the hellion that she always eyed the behind of, but knew would never touch her..some brung sadness as they were old partners that she knew could now only please her as cold bodies (or attached to other beasts), but some made her look forward to incidences like this Crocodilian.
At one point, she woke up. She gazed upon the hulking mass that still laid above her, and dared to reach up and pet it's head--welcoming the violent fuck while his seed worked it's way through her system.
>>11995681When you find a heaven in the midst of your living hell, you question if you now have what you've been fighting for.
She knew that all her group needed was her potions. They should have recognized what each color represented. In her selfish daze, she would haphazardly shove the pack into their arms and return to his waiting arms. They could handle themselves, couldn't they? She deserved a break from all the stress. A long break involving riding the mysterious stranger that snuck into her tent.
