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Previously on Centaurus: The Soulomancer that Ellaria hired to diagnose Fey discovers that Fey's soul is very very large and has been filled with something mysterious. While The band mull over their next move Fey has become distressed by her balls which have become even more swollen and desperate for release. Ellaria comes up with a solution for emptying Fey properly.

-Chapter 8:

"She's saying she's going to find you a whore to fuck full of cum," slurred Flora, still delirious with pleasure.

"Crude. But in essence, yes. You have obviously failed to sexually satisfy her Flora, it's time we found an expert."

"H-hey! I didsh fiiine!" The gnome tried to lift her head and stare down at the elf but after a moment she gave up and flopped over her cum filled belly, her limbs limp against it. Cum continued to slowly ooze from her gaped cunt and roll down the curve of her rounded stomach.

"You tried your best Flora but I don't think you have the needed skills to truly milk a centaur. I'm sorry that's just how it is."

"That's not true!" moaned the gnome, "I c-could go again!"

"You're barely remaining conscious, I think not."

Ellaria stepped over to the collapsed bed where Fey lay on her back. She climbed up on top of it and reached out her hand. The centaur grasped it gratefully and heaved herself forward. Her massively swollen and obscene testicles bounced off her crotch and the centaur let out a whimpering moan.

"We'll take this carefully, although I suppose if anything actually bad happens you can always heal it."

"Th-that's true," said the centaur. "That makes me feel a little better."

Fey slowly shuffled off the bed with Ellaria's help until she managed to get her hooves under her. She stood, causing her balls to swing against her thigh and then bounce into her other thigh even harder, the taut things making a soft sloshing sound with each swing. She let out a yelp until she felt a pair of hands slip under their heavy roundness and steady them.

"E-Ella?"

The hands were snatched from her balls as though suddenly caught in the middle of committing a crime. Fey looked around and saw Ellaria standing there, careful looking away from Fey. The elf coughed into her hand.

"Ahem. Safety first. We-we should get going, the sooner your balls can be drained the safer you will be Fey."

"R-right."

The centaur moved to the door and pulled at the handle but the door was stuck, the dryad's wood morphing not quite creating a perfect seal when she had used her abilities on it. Fey had to heave on the door multiple times using her new found strength and even then it only reluctantly came loose.

She moved the door experimentally to check it could still close properly then looked back to see if Ellaria was behind her. She was not, the elf was across the room. She had picked up her romance book from the floor. The book had not been spared the extreme mess and its cover was covered in a thick layer of horse cum. As she watched the extremely beautiful and elegant elf opened her mouth and tilted the book back and scooped the layer of horse cum into her mouth, swallowing it down enthusiastically as she scraped the book of the last of the white. The elf licked her lips, a strange look coming over her face as she finished the small meal.

Fey jerked her head away as the elf began to look in her direction. She pretended to be playing with the door handle as she heard the elf walk up behind her.

"Come on Fey, careful when going down the stairs, you are vulnerable to, uh, rocking motions."

Fey couldn't help but notice there was a slight rosy blush to her cheeks, a rare thing to see on the serious elf.

The pair climbed downstairs, Fey much more slowly than Ellaria, taking care not to let her sensitive balls gain any momentum and crash into her legs.

As she emerged at the bottom she saw the elf speaking to the innkeeper at the front desk. The innkeeper did not look happy. As she watched Ellaria handed her a few silver. The unhappy expression on the innkeeper's face became significantly less unhappy. Ellaria waved the innkeeper away as through that was the end of the issue and beckoned for Fey.

"Sorry about that, I told her we were not to be disturbed, I doubt she expected the amount of noise we caused though. There's going to be trouble when she finds out what exactly has been done to her rooms.

"Uhm, you think they will be angry?"

"It's fine. Probably. Mostly. This place markets itself to adventurers, there's kind of an expectancy of property damage, adventurers have a bad reputation for a reason. I'll try and play it off as a drunken celebration from a successful job, that's common enough."

Eyes followed them in the lobby, magnetised to Fey and Fey's lower parts, and then, as she passed, her rear. Her tail hung forlornly over her melon-sized balls that sloshed softly back and forth with each step that she took.

Fey hurried to escape their gaze and the pair emerged out onto the cobbled street. The sun was beginning to set and the streets were steeped in warm comfortable light that lit up the rooftops with orange.

"D-do you know where we need to go?"

"No, but I remember what that rude frilled lizard said and where he pointed. It's by the river. We're not far, fortunately. You won't have to endure much longer Fey."

The centaur nodded her head meekly.

"It- It's fine, I can cope, It's not too bad."

Ella looked back at Fey's hips and bit her lip. The centaur's gait was awkward, her legs trying to avoid touching up against her sensitive balls too much. The elf felt a twinge of guilt in her chest.

"...You shouldn't have to deal with this Fey. I should never have taken us down into that dungeon and I should never have led us all the way to the bottom. That was a mistake, I'm… I don't think I'm a very good band captain."