The northman nodded. "you don't look like you are from Tristram, he noted looking her over against then shrugging figuring a tale for another time. still the exotic eastern woman interested him. "you'll find the chief of the sister's over there, but mind you,  she was unable to accommodate my brother and men, and all the others you she in these tents and wagons...." he looked over her now shear fabric and shamelessly admired her curves. "you'll will need something dry to were at any rate.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>I was too late, hundreds of tentacle had covered the entrace to the monastery and were grappling with the struggling women, trapping a thrashing limb, or caressing a heaving breast.<br/><br/>the beast had been concealed on the roof of the mausoleum. waiting for the lovely rogues to get careless.  Slimey phallic tentacle slid down their bodies,  caressing their skin as their arms were pinned down and their legs forced open.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/>Andariel sighed in pleasure as the corrupted rogue between her legs pleasured her desperately.  Andariel could feel it.  her tentacle demons found some prey, how sweet...