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Lynnyssea focused her mana and spoke the words as she directed the spell towards the severed tentacles laying around the site of the portal. She expected a light, maybe a sound, but the spell went off without either as the remains started to smoke. The smoke didn't fill the room, but dissapated a few moments later. Where the tentacles had lain in a pool of black ooze, there was now once again clean, white marble.

Lynnyssea directed her next banishment at the large tentacle that had been wrapped around Sarah's waist when she pried it loose. It had slithered to the corner of the room, where it was coiled up like a snake. It was easy enough to spot the severed purple appendage and banish it back to whatever hellhole it came from. A few more banishments followed as Lynnyssea carefully searched every part of the room.

After a while the priestess was satisfied that every part of the tentacled horror was now gone. She spotted Sarah's maroon robe draped over the desk. Lynnyssea shook it a few times, making sure it was free of tentacles, before folding it twice and taking it under her arm. What she failed to notice however, was that the robe had many hidden pockets on the inside.

The warlock used these to keep various ritual components handy. Especcialy the more valuable and illegal stuff. The robes had been tailored such that even a thorough patting-down from a guard wouldn't reveal the innermost pockets. Unfortunately for Lynnyssea, the last and smallest of the severed tentacles had slithered into one and was now comfortably resting in it's makeshift burrow.

Meanwhile Sarah had been using the towel to clean most of her body. The clear waters in the bowl had turned gray from all the slime and cum she had wiped off by now. When she dipped the towel next and started cleaning between her legs, it caused her to let out a small moan. 'I can't seriously get pleasure from that!' The warlock thought to herself, horrified at the realisation that her cunt was extremely sensitive.

She slowly wiped the outside of her pussy, careful not to touch her still engorged clit. As she did this, her arm brushed past the slight bump in her belly. She had mostly ignored it, but was drawn back into her memory of being filled with the tentacle's hard, strawberry sized eggs. She wondered if they were fertile. If something would hatch from it. What kind of creature would be forming in her womb and what it would look like as it finally came out. The thought should have horrified her, but there was another feeling beneath it all.

Sarah hadn't realised she had been using the towel to rub her pussy for much longer than needed to clean it as her thoughts drifted to the unholy life growing inside her. The other feeling was unfamiliar to her. It felt strangely like attachment. She was brought back to reality as a spike of pleasure shot from her pussy up into her belly. Looking down, she realised her pussy had grown wet with arousal as she rubbed the towel against her clit.

Startled, she pulled the towel away quickly. 'It must be the slime', Sarah thought. 'The slime was making her aroused, just like it did when the tentacles ravaged her. It was making her think these strange thoughts and feel these weird emotions.' She dipped the towel in the bowl again, cleaning her lower legs this time. By the time Lynnyssea knocked on the door, Sarah had finished cleaning herself. Not a trace of the sticky black liquid remained on the outside of her body.

"Sarah," Lynnyssea said as she opened the door and entered the room. "I've brought your robe and book. Let's get you dressed an take you to the priestesses. They have a healing centre and might help you get fixed up." Sarah nodded weakly, not fully into the idea of letting the priestesses of this temple know what had transpired. Even if she didn't tell the full truth, she didn't know how they would react to her performing such rituals in their temple. And they might try to take her eggs.

'Her eggs?' Where had that thought come from? Surely she wasn't getting attached to these foul orbs put forcefully in her womb? Sarah shuddered, putting the thought behind her and thinking it was probably an after effect of the aphrodisiac slime that had covered her body moments before. She put on her robe, put her damp hair in a ponytail and slotted her grimoire back into the leather holster on her belt as she slowly and sheepishly followed Lynnyssea out of the bedroom.