Morrigan grunts as she is roughly impaled, the only skill from the monstrosity being its sheer size. She tries to ignore the... thing in her loins, but it was hard, as it had forced itself into her, when she was not expecting nor ready for it, and that hurt. Her body does not respond, and she tries to keep from using her considerable bed skills on it, not desiring to give this thing any pleasure what so ever.<br/><br/>[fortitude = 35 to resist arousal]