Third capture

The Beast continued to plow his tentacles into the oh so willing soldiers, well at this point former soldiers, orifices abusing and using them to his desire and needs as they were plowed and use like nothing more than whores. His third capture would come from the most strange way - although likely not the first time it has happened. As namely, of the sentries that had walked around the place - had heard the commotion inside the tent of the first two broodmothers. As such, when he entered he namely 'caught' the Beast pleasuring both of the males in the usual way - their cocks milked, asses fucked and their mouths stuffed with nectar. The Beast did not expect however for a soldier to enter the tent, still armored. The Beast feared the worst ready to strike especially with one armored so well.

Instead of running off as expected, the sentry closed the tent flap completely and walked over to the bottom male - whom had received much of the punishment. Taking note of how rapidly the white vine was thrusting in and out of him - in addition to the bulging eggs that soon slipped inside and made his belly rounded and swell with eggs.

As such, the sentry soon enough took a hold of the white vine with his armored gauntlet - pulling it out and watching the thing squirm and twitch in his hand. Already smelling nectar from the mere presence of it - and then, he opened up a bit of his armor - allowing the white vine to slip inside his armor and namely towards his waiting ass without any preparation or nectar required. It seemed that the one who found the Beast' vines had been the more lonely type or likely just saw the show and decided to join in.

The white tentacle took the moment to bend the armored soldier over, as it slammed itself inside of his ass. Not even giving him any moment of reprieve, if he was willing to make himself a whore for the brood he would be treated as one. The feeler moved and snaked into his armor full of his companion's cum as it mixed with its nectar as it deposited it in his mouth, and giving him a taste as of what to come. The feeler the latching onto the cock of the armored one, giving him no remorse as it gave him no chance to get used to the pleasure. The pheromones inside of the tent being contained as the air become thick with lust and sex, forcing them all to submit and stay quiet or else to be revealed to be nothing but willing whores. The armored knight being plowed like a cheap slut they would find in the tavern. Soon enough, he was on his hands and knees and then had his ass assaulted by the white vine. Already the bumps were making his ass feel amazing.

Eventually he removed his helmet, to better breathe and pant - as he was rutted while on his limbs like an actual tavern whore. Already he was enjoying what he was getting - his cock feeling good, while has was being used over and over again. The armored one, even pushed against the vine inside of him - panting like crazy yet making sure to keep his voice down. Even though, the vines could take note of his shallow moans and gasps.