Coventina sucks in air, able to breathe again. But now she has a new problem. Worm 3 has her the right-way around, her hips and holes sucked into its mouth where it can do more than just molest her. Something very large and blunt starts pushing itself into her pussy.

"Fuuuck! This one's trying to egg me!" She says it as a warning, to be informative to Laurent, but there's most of a pleasured moan in her tone.

This time he rolls out of the way of the body slam successfully. He slashes Worm 2 again, trying to aim for areas he didn't already dig into on Worm 1, because he still intends to find their mana cores before the last worm dies if at all possible.

"—if this process yields a baby bog worm eventually, could we dissect it to find its mana core?" he wonders aloud.

"Yes great idea if you think you can carry me back to town because I won't be able to wa~aaa~alk!"

Worm 2 struggles but doesn't have the strength left to fight. It is much easier to stab, but he still doesn't seem to find the core.

Coventina's feet and head are now the only part of her still sticking out of Worm 3.

"I'm sure we'll manage."

He keeps cutting into Worm 2 until it seems thoroughly dead, then heads for Worm 3. It's probably the right strategic move to kill it before it can get an egg into Coventina, despite the promise of a vivisectable baby monster if it does, because it's the third of six bog worms and he would like to have her capable of distracting the next three when they show up.

A jolting movement, of something suddenly yielding to a building force, an open-mouthed choked scream, and Coventina falls limp again.

It might be too late.

When Laurent goes for Worm 3, it manages to snag his leg in one of its four large tentacles. It swings him through the air and slams him into the mud hard enough to make a Laurent-shaped hollow.

He does manage to cut it in turn, and while he's embedded in the mud with the breath knocked out of him he can hear Coventina gasp, "Vital Rush!" again.

Ow.

Perhaps instead of gymnastics classes he should have taken mud wrestling.

He struggles to free himself, and if he sees any worm parts he does his best to harm them. His sword, thankfully, is still in his hand. Grip enchantments: a wonderful invention.

Such a wonderful invention. Probably the deciding factor in this fight, even, because he so would've lost his sword with that first strike otherwise.

The third worm is, like the second, much easier to deal with when sluggish from blood loss. Eventually it falls still with Coventina still wedged inside it from the neck down and from the ankles up.

"Am I going to have to cut you out of there?" he wonders, already trying it.

If he pulls, she slides right out. She's covered in slime, a small bulge in her belly, but her divine regalia is not only intact but seems to shed the slime without getting wet or stained.

"So, I think we're... nnngh... done for the day."

She puts a hand on her belly as she gets up on her knees. Coventina doesn't try to stand up.

"The egg is, basically pumping me full of aphrodisiac. And it's proto-core is enough that orgasms fuck up my mana enough for the paralysis to kick in. Need to... get back... before any more worms show up. Or before my mana gets too low and the paralysis starts lasting minutes instead of seconds."

Her legs are trembling, her hands shaking as she holds back from touching herself through sheer willpower.

"Noted. All right, let's get you home." He puts the sword away and bends down to grab her under her shoulders and lift her up onto her feet. If she can manage to stagger along with him holding her up, they should probably do that; otherwise the next best option is probably a piggyback ride, if she can hold on well enough.

As he lifts her, he mentions casually, "If you get tired of having an egg in there we can probably get it out with some fairly brutal battlefield surgery followed by you exchanging your wounds onto me and me healing them with your bodily fluids. But I can imagine that such a procedure might have complications."

"We'll, ungn, call that Plan B," she gasps.

She takes a step, but a small orgasm ripples through her and she loses control of her limbs for over ten seconds, falling flat on the ground unless Laurent catches her.

When her mouth works again, "The, ngh, gestation. Twelve to twenty-four hours."

He gets his arm around her waist and her arm over his shoulder as soon as she's remotely upright, and so manages to hold her up pretty well when she falls. He even manages to pull her forward half a step while she's paralyzed, although it's kind of difficult.

"If you're going to be incapacitated for that long each time, I don't think a piggyback ride is going to work out, and assisted walking is going to be a troubled time... I suppose I can try other options." Hmm, let's see, does he remember how a fireman's carry is supposed to go... yes, there it is. He hoists her up across his shoulders and starts plodding back toward the town.

This works well enough, though Coventina is heaver than she looks.

Walking through town with her half-paralyzed, half-slimy, half-orgasming body over his shoulders, covered in mud himself, gets a lot of attention, in yet again a new flavor.

One petite girl in a short skirt made of metal scales and a leather shawl that they pass by on their way through town is staring particularly hard, her expression blank but her cheeks very red.

He offers the girl a friendly smile on his way past. It is perhaps slightly incongruous.

Right, okay. They and their clothes should all have a bath together, that seems like the first order of business. —no, before he enters the hotel he is going to try to scrape most of the remaining mud and other miscellaneous substances off of them both, because he is a civilized person who doesn't unnecessarily incur enormous hassles for cleaning staff. Then he will carry her up to the hotel room and get her in the bath.

There isn't much mud on Coventina, which is fortunate because every time he touches her more than incidentally she cums again.

This gets attention too, and a small but perhaps worrying portion of that attention seems to be negatively directed at Laurent.

Inside the inn, the flyer advertising laundry service is still posted up in the lobby, and the innkeeper herself calls out to ask if they'd like to take advantage of said service.

"I will do that as soon as I reasonably can," he promises the innkeeper.

Up to the room and into the bath they go. With all their clothes still on. The clothes can come off in the bath. He's going to end up having to drain and refill it before they can get properly clean, isn't he...

"How are you holding up?" he asks Coventina as he sets her down in the tub and turns on the water.

The drain can be set to drain slowly, at the same rate the tub fills, so that the water stays clean.

"Oh, I'm g-great," she pants, only half sarcastic, a hand straying between her legs. She moans, shudders, then falls limp, making a small frustrated noise in the back of her throat. After about thirty seconds she can move again, and adds, "I'll be fine. But this might count as, as a state where, nhg, where I wouldn't be able to pay much attention to you. If that and a blindfold and me not being able to move would be enough for you to feel, not-perceived."

"The thought had occurred to me. We're getting clean first," he says, scrubbing mud out of his hair. "Then we'll see."

Coventina just moans in acknowledgement, mindlessly tries to masturbate again, and ends up paralyzed for another thirty seconds.

Getting clean involves Laurent washing Coventina, eventually! Perhaps she will have a positive reaction to this.

She sure does, though how much of that is the monster egg and how much is just her is probably a question without a meaningful answer.

Once they're clean, she manages enough self control to climb out of the tub with only some help from Laurent, but to dry off she's going to have to put the towel on the floor and lay down on it.

This can be arranged.

"I suppose we should have the safer sex conversation before you get too distracted—what should I know about this world in that regard?"