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Ashley cried out as the mysterious chanting by the plaga high priest caused her ears to ring and her head to pound, but she was lucky among his audience. The villages around her, years more advanced in their infection, lost their heads, literally, as the strengthening tentacle parasites in their bodies wriggled, grew, and burst outward from their necks. Then the chanting stopped, ending her splitting headache, but to her horror, the burst-head plaga began to draw closer!

"No! Stay away!" She begged, pressing herself against the dreary castle wall as closely as she could, trying to make herself small. Did the cult change their minds about her infection and decide it would be easier to kill her? She said a prayer for Leon in what she thought would be her last moments, but then instead... it picked her up.

Slippery, pulsating, fleshy tendrils wrapped around her legs, lifting her off the ground. Any further crying she might be tempted to do was halted when a scythe-like appendage with a rolling eyeball rested against her throat. It could rip her apart, but it squeezed, rubbed, and massaged her body instead.

It's not that she liked the feeling; actually, the appendages were all very slimy and disgusting feeling. But her body responded anyway. Her nipples got hard and she felt hot. Helpfully, the monster removed her skort and lifted her shirt, exposing her aroused nipples and pussy to the air.

What's happening to her? Is it that black water they made her drink...?