The
rest of the trip to Fercusa went unhindered by any aggressors or poor
weather. Captain Theresah’s crew never found the strange man that
kidnapped Lauren and Nadalia from the ship after four hours of
searching, so they left the island to get back on course to their
destination. Despite their given classification as passengers, and
Captain Theresah’s insistence that they not “raise one more hand
in charity” after the storm, Lauren and her fellow voyagers helped
with the occasional smal

Lauren
and Nadalia passed through the nipple into the feathered serpent
woman’s breast. From Lauren’s many breast- and milk-related
experiences, she could tell that what pooled in their odd captor’s
breast was milk by consistency alone, but the smell, color, nor the
taste – from the miniscule amount that snuck past her lips upon
entry – cooperated with that observation. In fact, the liquid in
the breast was orange and tasted like orange juice to Lauren. The
difference between texture a

No
real changes to most of the cast since the end of Parched
Lips,
but there’s been a few major characters since then. For time period
reference, Sloshing
Depths Part 3
just went up. I’m making a retroactive change to Runner’s height.
Originally, I had her twice as tall as Melody, but I decided she was
too tall. When I get around to revising PL, I’ll change her height
descriptions.
Lauren
– 5’11”
Nadalia
– 6’1”
Strea
– 5’9”
Rita
– 20’11” (Demon Realm height – 7�

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Quartermaster Allison slapped Lauren awake. Lauren opened her eyes and rubbed her cheek. Allison stood over her to the side of Captain Theresah’s bed with an amused expression. She poked Lauren’s enlarged belly.






“Hey,” said Lauren, smacking Allison’s hand away.






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Sand shifted under Lauren’s fingers.






“Not another desert,” she groaned, eyes closed.






Crashing waves put a stop to her complaints. She opened her eyes. A sun-faded conch shell took the place of the cactus. Lauren pushed herself off the ground and stood up. Rita and Strea were ye

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ere stable enough to house the group for the night besides the historical temple. Nadalia and Tristi, ho

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ever, forbade any of their companions from sleeping in the temple for fear that in its

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eakened state – despite its relative stability &