Ana groans and cries against the hardened member pressing into her mouth, the purity of its lustful oils wiping away the last bits of her mind that clung to conciousness as she slowly becomes simply an object of lust and incubation. A husk whose only purpose is to fuck and be fucked.<br/><br/>Her head presses further upon his shaft, no longer caring that the oils and liquid felt as if it were searing her tongue, no longer worried as her jaws became more and more spread as she eagerly takes him further and further into her dark recesses. It mgiht be apparent that if he allowed her to she would happily strangle herself upon his cock.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Lauralana begins to stir, still void of magic, still too weak to do much but moan as the presence of the Shadow pushed into her conciousness, the painful tingles that seemed to eat at her mind driving her mad as if she had a thousand bees trapped wtihin her skull. Her green eyes flutter, her fingers twitch until her unclear gaze opened and she takes in the scene before her. "Ana..." She breathes, her heart constricting as she sees her former squire being used by the spawn and...and IT. She does not see Tristan right away, and even the simple act of opening her eyes and breathing the blonde girls name seemed to take every last bit of energy she had.