(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9c/79/d7/9c79d786b84d2cba4686a0d2c0adc84f.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/5f/fc/5d/5ffc5d9283b759f065971120ec5d27d2.jpg)<br/><strong>Lady Estrada, Tasha, <br/>Assassines Hideout<br/>Tag: Evita</strong><br/><br/>"It's not strictly necessary, no, but I'm still gonna do it, on account of me being an evil bitch." Estrada informed with a playful grin, continuing to dilligently rub and pinch at Evita's clit and outer lips, until she was satisfied, with both the girls stamina and her inevitable failure of growing somewhat wet along the way. If Evita banked on her getting annoyed just because she was called the sin of Sloth...<br/><br/>She'd be proven 100% correct. "It's a slave-worm of Senval's black markets. People are pretty sure they were bred by a rather demented mage, as they basically parasitise the wombs of females... huh, well you seem wet enough." She presented the already slime coated worm, holding it up to the womans sex, where the creature wiggled forth and back briefly, seeming to catch a scent.. and then, with little warning and a suprising speed, it slithered into her, stretching her, wide, but briefly, like a thick cock that slithered into her depths, with just a tiny bulging of her stomach giving away anything was wrong as the creature settled.. deep within her, and a heat began radiating from her pussy..<br/><br/>Tasha flinched, just ever so slightly, at the scene before her, as Estrada, calm as ever, explained: "It encourages your sex-drive, because it feasts on cum, basically. Pumps you full of chemicals that you'll find quite.. enjoyable. If you resist your urges too long you might lose control and fuck whatever. You can run away, but I really don't recommend it, as the methods to remove them are a well kept secret. It will make it easier to keep you dociley following along the nearest source of a nice, big load of cum." Estrada explained, not because she seemed generous, but because she figured not doing so was more of a bother. Then, she leaned forward, to whisper into Evita's ear, the smooth worm-creature still wiggling and settling ever so slightly in her sex...<br/>"That source would be me." She grinned.<br/><br/>"Well then.. I figure we are ready to depart. Get yourself dressed, while we go meet The Cult of the Redeemer Queen." Estrada grinned, confident in sharing where they were going, now that Evita had been bound to the parasite. And perhaps a gentle stirring in Evita's womb, radiating worrysome, calming warmth and a feeling of almost sexual-afterglow like satisfaction as the worm bound itself to her would prove Lady Sloth right.