About Chiara the tentacles started to squirm and coil. Most were slender, but some were as thick as her arm. She watched them with lurid and petrified fascination, as her excitement and arousal was rising. Not a single notion of those who tried to save registered into her mind, as she did not even manage to fight back. Oh she had tried, a few pitiful and laughable bullets of light had shot out of the tip of her fingers before more tentacles had reached up and coated those very digits in the lust-inducing aphrodisiac slime. A little shriek and muffled murmer was issued as she felt one pressing against her backside. Her mouth had already been filled with a slimy tentacle that reached down all the way to her throat. Chiara refused to watch her body being violated, and just hung in the air, feeling the cold wind from Cryo's ice blow over her slime-soaked body.<br/><br/>She was afraid, and that very fear that made her so afraid was rapidly replaced by a hunger she had never known. None of the feelings the patient dusk were creating within her body were familiar to her. She had lived a celibate and somewhat solitary life, and it was very evident the dusk were taking their time teaching her what she had so sorely missed in all those years. Moans, muffled and purring against the slick ethereal tentacle made the nun blush and feel shame next to all of the other sinful sensation that shuddered through her mind.  Most of the sticky, secreting tips were rubbing all over her lean, naked form. One in particular was pressing up against the tight pucker of her anus in a most sinful manner. A thought, faltered and messed with by the goo shot through her mind, screaming that whatever the ethereal hose down below was doing, it was not something she had ever considered to be possible. Another one of the throbbing bulbous limbs pressed and coiled against her cunt, slithering over her sensitive clitoris that made her gasp and push the phallus deeper into her throat.  The probing penile pendulum pushed and pressed at her tight folds, smearing them with the gluey blue fluid dribbling so readily from the smooth surface of each. Chiara almost felt as if it was mesmerising to watch, despite her earlier attempts to shut her eyes from what was happening to her in the world. Somewhere in the back of the nun's mind she knew that she should be afraid and disgusted, but she wasn't. Not even in the slightest. She wanted the squirming, Alien tentacles inside her and she spread her legs apart further awaiting to be filled like the whore she felt.<br/><br/>The dusk seemed satisfied with what they had accomplished to instil within the mind of the ever-so pure nun, and delivered what they had made her crave. The tentacle teasing her pussy acted first , pressing through her virginal hymnen with its the blunt-nosed tip. For a moment the phallus-shaped slab of blue gooey flesh bulged up and went rigid, then speared forth into the poor womans gooey sex, popping her cherry with a sickening slush inside. Blood was mingled with the blue lingering liquid, and Chiara had her eyes wide open in shock due to the pain that rocked her body so violently. For a few clear moments, the woman was by her senses again. With none of the pleasurable feelings that had sedated her mind for so long, she fought like a cat caught in a net. But none of it worked, being so expertly tied up in the air.<br/><br/>Tentacles had coiled around her wrists, pumping up and down to spray upon her face, trying to subdue the woman within their grasp once more. Chiara fought like an animal, against the coils around her waist and abdomen, against the wrappings that were so tightly pressed over her thighs. But none of it helped her escape, and most of her actions only made her forget about her pain and create a pleasure completely unknown to her. But the ethereal blue shock-shelled creatures didn't stop there. They would never just stop there... The thinner tentacle that had been nudging at the entrance of her puckered little rosebud became more insistent before it suddenly pushed past her defences making the fighting nun suddenly go rigid within their grasp and moan out against the pumping slick tentacle within her mouth. Chiara felt the previously unknown sensation invade her like no other, making her squirm and whip up against their bonds and fight against the feeling that she was not hating it.  As she felt the monstrous creature's tentacles push and wiggle into her most private and sacred of places, she could not help, against all of her holy and sacred vows, that she was loving it. Unfiltered by the purity of her mind, moans that purred against the blue inside of her mind poured from her, making her buck and squirm like an animal in heat.<br/><br/>It was then that she first noticed her companion hanging next to her in the air. And the nun began to watch, transfixed, as slimey white balls began to slide down the tube-like tentacles that were fucking the girl she vageuly recalled as Nova. Even her mind was preventing her from simple tasks as remembering the woman she so carefully tried to avoid with her light. The tentacles moved in and over the squirming form of the dark-matter creating woman and made the thicker appendage swell and bulge. To Chiara, it felt as if all of it seemed to happen so slowly, until the first orb had reached Nova's sex. It was then, with bulging eyes, that she could feel the same kind of egg pushing against her own sensitive blood-engorged folds. Although the white orbs looked small as it was gently pushed toward Nova's spread-open wide cunt, when it reached her own tight opening it certainly didn't feel that way. It was spreading her wider than any of the other tentacles had done before. The almost completely spherical object made the nun shudder buck against it, trying to prevent it from entering her. But none of it worked, and as the slick tubes finally released its first egg past the boundaries of the nuns tight, shuddering sex, they would realise they had made the biggest mistake ever.<br/><br/>All this time, being suspended in the air, Chiara had left her duties of protecting the others alone and forgotten. None of the members of the group were protected by a shield any more, until suddenly her eyes opened wide again. A clarity of mind, both unreal and surreal was taking over the devoted womans body. She could feel a feeling, stronger than anything she had ever felt before beginning to wave through her body, until it rocked her harder than the tentacles' slime could have ever achieved. Chiara had come, in a perfect unity with Nova and they were still coming together. Which resulted in every member of the group being encased with a light<i>(Very powerful protecting shields)</i>, nothing brighter than they had ever seen before. And from within Chiara's own form, waves of energy surged to all sides surrounding her. She looked like a bomb exploding in stages, when wave after burning wave crashed out of her into the large open-wide space of the valley.<br/><br/>But it wasn't all, as when the bright white waves of creational energy collided with it's dark twin and blasting force of an counterpart they bonded. And created what could only be described as the most powerful atombomb ever existing, wiping all and every single piece of dusk to shreds. The only thing remaining of the horrid creatures would be the burnmarks upon the charred ground like shadows of a nightmare that had never existed.<br/><br/>Unfortunately both women would fall from an enormous height in the sky, and only the reflexes of the men and women below them would tell if they would survive the impact upon the ground.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>