{Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=48596)}<br/><br/>She'd been having an amazingly wonderful dream. In it she'd been reading in the castle library, some dry, boring history book that would have put most people to sleep. No screams echoed through the halls of the castle, no horrible foreign cult occupied her beloved homeland. It was utterly boring, and utterly lacking in horrific alien monstrosities.<br/><br/>Of course, it didn't last. It never did. Writhing tendrils began to slither out from the shadows in the corners of her vision, and the ink on the pages bled and ran together, reforming into some strange, eldritch writing she could not comprehend.<br/><br/>The dream began to fade,<em>His</em>voice floating through her mind as she slowly drifted back towards consciousness. She whimpered softly, unconsciously struggling to cling to the rapidly fading dream (even a nightmare was better than her reality these days) but it was no use. Already one of his horrible tentacles was molesting her half-naked form and she awoke fully as that terrible, familiar heat began to pulse through her body.<br/><br/>She struggled as Nyathusk pinned her, as she had every day since he'd claimed her as his personal plaything, but they both knew it was futile.<br/><br/>It was easy to see why Princess Rosali was the cult leader's prized plaything. Though at first glance she resembled her elven kin the feyblooded girl had inherited every bit of her nymph mother's beauty and grace. Her body was as svelte and trim as any elf's, but the curve of her hips and tight, pert buttocks echoed her more exotic heritage and the generous swell of her ample breasts would have made her the jewel of any harem. Her flawless skin was a light, sun-kissed brown and her long black hair shone like silk. A soft pink flush rose to her cheeks when she noticed the humans who eyed her hungrily. She hated herself for it, but the lust always seemed to overwhelm her nubile young body even faster when her owner abused her before an audience.<br/><br/>As her Master's inhuman cock teased the soft, pink petals of Rosali's defenseless cunt he found her quite moist already. His horrible tentacles seemed to know just how to set her ripe young body on fire and she whimpered, both dreading and longing for what was about to come.