At least at first, Nova's own battle with the Dusk hadn't been a disaster. Though she'd been grappled by the legs for her troubles, she took some satisfaction in seeing Full Metal pull free of his attackers after her barrage of energy blasts helped deafeat their grip on him. And while she appreciated him trying to reciprocate, and save her from being yanked away, she hoped he'd stop and think to regroup with the others first. He was a sweet kid, one of the only trainees she found it impossible to be cynical about, and she didn't want to see him get caught a second time attempting a solo rescue.<br/><br/>She had a few advantages over the Dusk trying to subdue her. For one, she could<i>fly</i>, which let her try to build momentum and twist away from them in three dimensions rather than just two. For another, like her constructs, her protective aura disrupted organic tissue: as long as she could keep it active the Dusk would injure themselves just by trying to keep hold of her. For a third, she still had her hands free, and that meant she could still direct energy blasts and create constructs. Put it all together and the Dusk had their tentacles full.<br/><br/>She chopped at the tentacles binding her legs, and found herself laughing savagely when a few fell away and one of her Dusk attackers reared back in agony. She directed an explosive blast of energy straight into its maw. The bolt penetrated flesh unprotected by the beast's exoskeleton and then detonated, quite nearly vaporizing it from the inside out. "RIGHT IN YOUR STUPID FUCKING FACE!" she taunted, gore and fragments of chitin showering down around her as she twisted around to reckon with the remaining Dusk and the three more that moved to assist it.<br/><br/>While still slashing at the tentacles grappling her and trying to wriggle out of their grip, she flung a cone-shaped torrent of concussive energy at the newcomers and then followed that with another barrage of pulverizing blasts. The first attack upended two of the Dusk, leaving them scrambling on their backs like flipped-over crab. The second attack splintered chitin, leaving them both vulnerable. She ended them with more constructs: two whaling harpoons of solidified caliginous energy materialized above them, then thrust downwards to impale them both to the ground.<br/><br/>She hadn't managed to dislodge the first Dusk, though, and her bit of flourish dealing with its fellows was enough for the remaining reinforcement to get a grip on her legs.<i>And that smell,</i>she thought, shivering in spite of herself: the Dusk secretions that by now coated her lower body had left her flushed with arousal, with wetness growing between her legs, an uneasy flutter in her belly, and an unnatural passivity dulling her reflexes. She tried to push the distraction aside, but her protective aura wavered. The Dusk did not hesitate, and a deft flexing of tentacles later she'd been seized by the shoulders as well as the legs, pinned upside-down and all but immobilized to be dragged towards the daylit center of the clearing.<br/><br/>She spluttered as the deluge of Dusk secretions sprayed into her face, and found herself gasping for breath. Her whole body was betraying her: she'd never been more aroused, but despite her desperate situation her limbs felt leaden and her thoughts were increasingly, and inexplicably, tranquil. A quickly-diminishing part of her pysche urged panic and aggression, but the tentacle that parted her lips and snaked down her throat met little real resistance. The others, which shredded her clothing to leave her slender, tattooed body naked before wrapping around her and immobilizing her further, met none at all.<br/><br/>A muffled whimper crawled from her throat as yet another tentacle began teasing at her rear. Though not a virgin, Nova had no experience with<i>this</i>, and as the realization of what was about to happen began to dawn on her she squirmed against her bonds. They coiled the more tightly around her, and she could only tremble in place as the tendril pushed deep inside her. Some small part of her brain howled in impotent outrage not just at what was happening, but at the fact that somehow, some way, it felt<i>good</i>. It wasn't supposed to. This was awful. A humiliating violation that no self-respecting woman would permit, let alone enjoy. Wasn't it?<br/><br/>Still another tendril slithered between her legs, rubbing against her button and then thrusting inside her soaking pussy. Again her tormented mind rebelled: being used by these aliens, being<i>defiled</i>by them, should be horrible. Shameful. And yet, somehow, she positively<i>yearned</i>to feel those thick tubes filling her, fucking her, owning her. She found herself trying to grind against the intruder, and increase the friction against her clit.<br/><br/>Pleasure hammered her body as the two tentacles began fucking her, and she was only dimly aware of being carried, still upside-down, to where Chiara was enduring the same treatment. The scent and sensation of the nun's arousal dripping onto her face, in contrast with the Dusk secretions, brought her eyes into focus just in time to see the first pair of white orbs passing through the tentacles fucking Chiara, and nudge up against her holes. At the same time she was watching the nun's cuntlips and anus slowly stretch around the bulges, she was<i>feeling</i>her own orifices do the same.<br/><br/>The Dusk were merciless, pushing the eggs into her until her well-fucked pussy and ass both yielded, nearly simultaneously, to the lubricating goo and relentless pressure. Her whole body spasmed in orgasm as those first two bulges disappeared inside her, as another began to force its way past her tongue and down her throat, and as she watched Chiara experience a similar torment. Amid her muffled shrieks of bliss and her holes tightening and convulsing around the tentacles still impaling her, a cataclysmic explosion of dark energy rolled off her body, expanding outwards in a shockwave that engulfed the Dusk, Chiara, and anyone else nearby.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>