It was too sturdy for Naael to break down, it was obvious that someone or something had piled furniture on the other side of the door. But her sword found the narrow opening between the frame and door, and cut through the bolt locking it with a shriek of metal. Bashing through the remains of the door, she found what had once been an armory.<br/><br/>The walls were covered in tentacles that appeared to be growing like vines, and dozens of them were holding Irvia to the wall. The elf was hugely pregnant, her stomach covered in complex tattoos that glowed slightly in the dim light of the room. Her breasts were swollen, with tentacles sucking on the nipples, and a half dozen tentacles were buried in her sex, pulsing almost as if they were growing from inside of her. Her eyes were mostly vacant as she breathed, constantly moaning.