A/N: Swamps are good place for monster lewds, I find~

Do enjoy~

The Haar

Chapter 6: Maillé Brézé and Le Mars

Le Mars considered herself something of a vanguard.

Perhaps fittingly then she was selected by New Jersey to lead their group through the swamp, alongside Maillé Brézé. Due to the expansive nature of the swamp and the risk of being encircled several others were selected for the task too and they all fanned out, close enough apart that they should theoretically be able to see one another but far enough that nothing would slip past their net and attack the group from behind.

However the deeper into the swamp they went the harder such a thing was. Partially it was down to the fact that the myriad of trees, vines and other fauna obscured sight-lines more than any of them had anticipated, but also due to the lack of true landmarks that made it difficult to orient oneself. In all directions it looked the same, despite the island supposedly being a small thing – though from what she remembered when reading the briefing the island itself had grown in size.

One thing none had planned for either was the smell.

''Ugh...'' Le Mars cringed, pinching her nose.

While not a disgusting garbage smell, the scent of musty plants, rotten matter and gurgling swamp water made for a thick, putrid sort of aroma that permeated every inch of the swamp – and when Le Mars discreetly smelled herself she was dismayed to find that she was already taking on the same scent. Mentally noting to take a thorough bath when she got back to port Le Mars continued scouting ahead, her eyes scanning the horizon as she fast-walked over the boggy ground.

Maillé Brézé walked by her side, signature shield and lance in hand, ready to gore any monster that dared face her. Though they'd had the good fortune to not encounter anything yet she remained on-guard, earnest and daresay eager to actually slay a monster that wasn't a metallic ship. Sure, there was glory in sinking humanity's foe, but there was always something fantastical about slaying a monster – and while she doubted they'd find a dragon in a swamp, she'd settle for something lesser so long as she got a few good hits in.

''Wonder what kind of monsters live here.'' Le Mars commented, breaking the quiet between them. ''I mean, seriously, who'd wanna live here?''

''Probably bugs.'' Maillé answered easily, brushing aside a low-hanging branch and walking ahead.

''True...''

The boggy ground underfoot slowly declined into swamp water, the thick brown sludge making both Destroyers cringe and look around for another avenue – but when none presented themselves Le Mars sighed tightly and hopped onto it, resigning herself to getting her boots dirty-

-only to find out that the liquid, apparently, was too thick for her footwear to register it as water.

A fact she learned as she went straight through the skin of the water and plunged into the bog. Vaguely through it she heard Maillé cry out to her but Le Mars was too occupied by the thick water around her, flailing her arms blindly and kicking her legs, forgetting how to swim in her moment of panic. Coherency returned slowly but she'd not held her breath before she went down, and just as the fear of drowning registered something dropped into the water behind her.

Arms wrapped around her stomach, gripped – and then suddenly she was dragged up to the surface. Musky swamp air washed over her face but Le Mars greedily sucked it in, coughing and shuddering as she felt some of the rancid liquid get in her mouth, prompting her to frantically spit it out. A hand thumping on her back aided with that and she managed to get it all out, only then regaining enough coherency to look back at the one who saved her; Maillé Brézé.

''T-Thanks...'' Le Mars breathed out.

''You're welcome! Now let's get back on land!'' Maillé called out tightly, grunting as she helped pull them both back onto shore.

The blue-haired Destroyer had left her shield and lance behind when she'd dove in, both stabbed into the boggy ground. Maillé didn't immediately go to grab them though and just took a second to catch her breath; groaning in disgust as she wiped as much of the muck off of her body as she could. Though it was still water in the end it was so thick and putrid that it felt like sludge, permeating her armour and sticking in places that made her shudder in disgust.

Distracted by the sensation neither Destroyer noticed the swamp water behind them bubbling up; small, dark green tentacles rising up from the viscous liquid. They slithered through the air slowly, their bulbous tips 'looking' about with unseen eyes – before perking up, and slithering towards the two Destroyers. The tendril's dark colour mixed with the bog water behind them, blending in seamlessly and rendering the two soon-to-be-victims entirely unaware.

Right up until the tentacles lunged.

''Hyaa?!''

''What the-?!''

Maillé squealed as Le Mars shouted, the two Destroyers ensnared within seconds – not even able to defend themselves before they were hauled up into the air. The green tentacles were sticky and wet, eliciting disgusted sounds from Le Mars as the tendrils looped around her legs and arms, winding their way up to her torso. Maillé wasn't spared either, her eyes wide with alarm as the tentacles went straight up her skirt – and a squeal fled her lips as she was suddenly flung upside down, said skirt falling over her and leaving her innocent blue panties bared to the musky swamp air.

''H-Hey! Put me down~!'' Maillé cried. ''Le Mars, do something!''

''I-I can't!'' The other Destroyer tried desperately to swing her still-held sword, but alas the tentacles had already wrapped around her limb, binding it so tightly she couldn't move it even an inch.

Her sword remained in her grip for only a second longer before the tentacles tightened around her wrist, her muscles spasming and causing her to drop the blade, sending it onto the boggy ground under her. Suspended easily a dozen feet in the air it was far too distant to simply grab so she primed her rigging cannons instead, aiming-

-and just as she fired her main and only cannon a tentacle jammed itself into the barrel, blocking it and causing her turret to implode.

''Ah-!'' Le Mars yelped as shrapnel flew her way.

Blinding Maillé Brézé shot twice, her shells hitting water and detonating beneath its surface, but managed no more before two tentacles wound themselves around her turret and crushed the metal inwards, rendering it useless. With her spear still out of reach as well she was left helplessly suspended by her ankles, flailing – until she felt tentacles touch her clothed pussy and froze. That frozen state allowed her to feel the tentacles move purposefully along her womanhood, pressing her now-soaked panties flush against her virginal lips... before one tentacle travelled up her groin and under her panties, rubbing across her smooth nether lips.

''A-Ah, wait... i-is it-?!''

The blue-haired knight spoke no further before the tentacle plunged into her pussy, forcing a squeal out of the Destroyer – ear-piercingly loud until a second tentacle shoved itself into her open mouth, tasting of bog water and making her cough and splutter around it, muting her voice nonetheless. Her spluttering cut off into another sharp, if muffled cry as the tentacle in her pussy started to thrust, pushing and wriggling itself in deeper between her clenching inner walls, pushing past her hymen easily and soon joined by a second tentacle that forced itself into her womanhood.

The two tentacles pushed and fought for space, stretching her virgin walls apart and making Maillé spasm helplessly, still dangling from her ankles. The upside-down view of the world it afforded her made her sick and all the blood rushing to her head didn't help with that, prompting the Destroyer to screw her eyes shut, choking out a whimper as the two tentacles vigorously pumped between her pussy lips; stirring her insides up.

Until soon they reached her innermost parts; gleefully rubbing against her cervix – and Maillé let out an alarmed shriek as a third tentacle pushed inside her, all three corkscrewing around one another in synchrony and slamming down into her helpless pussy, their sticky tips bumping against her cervix. The Destroyer tried to protest but with a tentacle in her mouth she could only made a series of unintelligible, muffled cries, the occasional rasping cough mixed in as she tasted the tentacle pushing against her tongue.

''Mmph~! Mghk- mlurph...!'' A sharp jolt shot through her body, her stomach tensing and her back arching as she felt the tentacles push in a little deeper-

-and Maillé's blue eyes widened in shock as she felt the tentacles shove themselves in all the way, entering her so deep she briefly wondered if she was delusional. That was until the pain hit a second later; a deep, muscle-twisting pain in her groin that made her cry out, tears pricking her eyes as the three slick tendrils violated her very womb, plunging past her cervix and plundering her baby chamber without a care, smearing their sticky fluids along her insides.

The stickiness of their tendrils made it a little less painful than it might've been otherwise, but feeling the tentacles force her cervix open was painful nonetheless, her whole body jerking and shaking as the green lengths slammed into her innermost parts. They spread themselves out, they flailed, they bulged against her walls – doing whatever they could to her womb to make it as roomy as possible, the nauseating sensation only made more so by her upside-down state.

Just then she saw distinct bulges travel up the tentacles, smoothly swimming up the length of the tendrils and up out of sight – and then force their way inside her.

One alone would feel weird, like fitting a small balloon inside her.

Having three enter her nigh-simultaneously made Maillé wail in pain, her insides stretched wide to fit the bulging masses – and then at last they came, an explosion of sticky heat flooding her womb and sending sharp spasms cascading through Maillé's body, her eyes bulging out as she felt what was distinctly eggs push themselves into her womb. The tentacles spurted them out one at a time, laying them within the deepest crevices of her womb as efficiently as possible so as to maximise the amount of babies she could carry.

That was it. It was too much for the noble knight to bear – and with a dazed, sickened moan she passed out, hanging entirely limp even as the tentacles kept pumping eggs into her – three, six all the way up to nine small eggs fitting neatly within her womb. Another five were laid within her pussy as well, the fifteenth egg total spilling from her quivering entrance even with gravity assisting it down into her, prompting one tentacle to push in on it until it went back in, the tentacle wrapping itself over her groin and around her thighs several times to bind her, keeping the eggs inside of her.

Assuring its brood would reach fruition within her warm body.

…

Le Mars was peripherally aware of Maillé being assaulted.

She, however, was a bit preoccupied with her own situation.

''H-Hey, let go of me- eep!''

Le Mars's cheeks burned a bright red as the slimy tentacles crawled under her clothes, pushing themselves under her shorts and up her top, bulging her clothes out in places as they squirmed all over her and left sticky trails across her skin. One of them however found her underwear and slipped inside it, brushing down her groin before teasing her pussy – the sensation making Le Mars gasp and struggle harder, startled and alarmed in equal measure.

The Destroyer kicked her legs, tried to close them, but nothing could dislodge the curious tentacle as it nuzzled her pussy lips until it found her opening – and her eyes bulged wide as it forced itself inside of her. The reality of the situation hit Le Mars a second later and she cried out, back tensing and head thrown back as the green tentacle eagerly buried itself into her pussy, the tip bumping up against her cervix in no time before it pulled back for another eager thrust, moving at a rapid pace right from the start.

''H-Hey- ah! S-Stop- mn-!'' Though it felt more weird than outright painful Le Mars was far from enjoying it, her legs awkwardly trying to kick out at the surrounding tentacles and failing to hit any of them.

If anything her struggles just enticed them, something she learned as a second one went down the back of her shorts – but rather than go for her pussy it teased her backdoor instead. Her breathing hitched at the sensation and she wriggled as much as she could, alarmed as she looked over her shoulder, but once again she was utterly helpless to resist as the bulbous mushroom tip teased her asshole – and then she cried out as it penetrated her there too, eagerly burying itself into her other hole.

''Nn...! Not there...!'' Le Mars whimpered through pursed lips.

The sliminess of the tentacle eased the penetration somewhat but that wasn't saying much, its length still ramming into her asshole without mercy and quickly making its way in deeper, pushing itself up through her intestines and up into her stomach – the sensation alone making her nauseous. The only mercy was the tentacle plunging into her pussy offered some macabre distraction, whimpers escaping Le Mars as the tendril squirmed about in her delicate place, pushing and forcing itself against her cervix.

Then the tentacle in her stomach went up her throat. Le Mars's eyes widened but she could do nothing but gag and splutter as it pushed itself up over her tongue and then out past her lips, making her almost sick as she tasted the swampy tentacle – her eyes glued to the very tip as it turned around as if to look at her. She could see no eyes upon it, just a smooth bulbous tip with a slit down the middle.

Then without warning the tentacle curved down over her front and went into her shorts, realisation hitting her – and Le Mars cried out at the top of her lungs as it penetrated her pussy too, eagerly squirming its way into her. Every inch deeper it went meant another inch that went into her ass and through her whole body, and as the tentacle started to thrust she felt the whole tendril see-saw inside of her body, fucking both her holes at once.

''Ughk- guhk..,! M-Mail- eeh!''

Le Mars's cries for help went unanswered, and when she glanced out of the corner of her eye she found out why – seeing a dangling, unconscious Maillé Brézé. The sight injected fresh terror into her veins but Le Mars could barely vocalise it before another reflexive gag made its way out of her throat, her eyes screwing shut in some weak attempt at blocking out reality. It didn't work.

Not least when the two tentacles smeared their slimy tips against her cervix, teased her opening – and then penetrated it too. Without missing a beat they rushed in deep and nuzzled the innermost reaches of her womb, bathing her insides in their slimy coating to prepare her for breeding. Something that came much faster than it did for Maillé as the bulges travelled rapidly up the lengths of the tendrils, forcing their way past her weeping opening and into her baby chamber.

''Ughk-!''

And then the eggs were delivered. Plopped out one by one the two tentacles laid their slime-covered eggs into her womb, sliding out as they did so to make room for the next two until eight were comfortably nestled within her baby chamber. They laid another two eggs into her pussy but they slipped out thanks to gravity, prompting another two tentacles to coil around her thighs and raised them up so she was mostly horizontal, allowing the tentacles to lay four more eggs inside of her narrow pussy.

''Ugh... guh...'' Le Mars coughed weakly as the tentacle withdrew itself down her throat and out of her ass, the other soon leaving her pussy.

How long she laid there she wasn't sure. Only that after a long period the tentacles binding her started to move, lowering her down. For a second she thought they were laying her on the boggy ground but when she looked she was startled to find them approaching water, her butt soon touching it-

-and then she was under. Instinct saved her and she drew a breath, her eyes squinting through the thick grimy water as she was pulled deeper and deeper – easily fifteen feet deep if not moreso, the light from above so dismal she could hardly see anything. From the corner of her eye she managed to catch a glimpse of Maillé Brézé but when she turned she found the tentacles pulling her into the muddy bottom of the swamp, burying her alive with her crotch facing the sky, only partially covered by mud – enough to hide it from predators, but not enough to stop the eggs from escaping.

Suddenly Le Mars herself was turned around, and her heart dropped as she found a small hole already made for her – and then she was pushed into it. She struggled with renewed strength, renewed desperation, but it was in vain. Her head was pushed back against the mud and several tentacles slid in from the sides, pushing thick wet mud over her face. Her limbs were still bound though, her arms refusing to budge and her groin elevated towards the surface even as mud fell over her face, her nose, her eyes.

Until all she could see was mud.

Her lungs burned. Fear chilled her blood.

'Is this how I die...?'

Burning lungs.

Tightness in her throat.

Coldness in her veins.

Lightness in her head.

Then, she knew nothing more, her fate sealed beneath a pile of mud.

[END]

A/N: Think this is the first two confirmed deaths thus far~ Oh dear~

See you next time in Chapter 7: Vincenzo Gioberti, Alfredo Oriani, San Francisco, Enterprise CL~