There were too many too fight for them all, and chiara suddenly found herself surrounded in the midst of chaos within her enormous beam of light. She tried to hide from the tentacles, tried to look around for anyone with offensive powers to help her out of this mess. But none came, and as Hack was suddenly hauled into the air,Chiara screamed an agonizing shout of despair over the valley.<br/><br/>Slimey tentacles were curling around her ankles and hauling her up in the air, lighted up by the beam that still continued to heal anyone who were hurt within their shells of light. But those shells were useless when the Dusk only sought to fuck your senseless for the next few hours, until they grew bored and understood there was nothing to breed with here. It dawned to Chiara that her gift was useless out in the field, and that she had sorely needed her training Bonfire had given her. But she couldn't just use her light to fight, it was too difficult. It was too painful for her beliefs to use such a beautiful thing for such a horrendous purpose.<br/><br/>Struggling within her mind she could feel the slick, gooey tips slither underneath her skirts as she cried out, again and again for help. Suddenly her cries were stopped short, as a rather large appendix got shoved into her mouth, silencing her for the time being while she was forced to watch the purple ethereal arms of the creature unclothe her before her groupmembers. First her cowl was lifted from her head, revealing her thick, black curls that made her looks so much like a normal italian girl. Her big brown eyes watched as the tentacles slithered further over her body, underneath her bodice, as they ripped open the white cloth and made her breasts jiggle in the air. It did not take long for the duo of dusks to coat her skin in a fine thick layer of warming goo, rapidly increasing Chiara's embarrasment as she felt the warmth from her loins spread all over her body.<br/><br/>She couldn't help but moan of the feeling of a pair of strong slender tips were stroking over her tight undergarments, trying to push their way through the cloth into her quivering holes. Oh how she wished she had listened to her trainers and practised her offensive powers more...<br/><i><br/>
But it did feel good to be touched like that.</i><br/><br/>Chiara shook her head and mumbled once more, swallowing more of the intoxicating stuff into her body, clouding her mind to bring thoughts so impure she was afraid she would fall from grace here and now.<br/><br/><i>Please let someone help me before these creature break my hymnen...</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>