<div class="floatright">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/fb4c/th/pre/i/2015/040/b/d/norn_warrior_by_martyredremnant-d8hbujx.jpg)</div><strong>HP:</strong>2/28<br/><div align="center">________________________</div><br/>Pop. Belgana's eyes opened, greeted by a bleary new scene. She was on a bed, its lumpy mattress below her. She felt a shock of sore sensation through her lower body, almost pleasurable except that she felt like she'd already been ploughed by a platoon of orcs. The dwarf realized with a start that she's not actually on the mattress. Rather, she's on the hips of a hulking, brutish specimen of a human, one who must surely have ogre blood in his veins. That explained the dull throbbing between her legs. He must be packing a monster, she thought vaguely.<br/><br/>A sharp jolt from behind alerted Belgana that the half-ogre wasn't her only admirer. Her round dwarven cheeks wobbled and smacked as a smaller man drove himself up her ass. In different circumstances, she might have appreciated the rough double penetration and the hard smack-smack-smack of male hips and balls and everything colliding with her stout body. Now, though, the dominant feeling was confusion and soreness. "Oi! Slow down, ye arses! Ought tae gimme yer names before yer peckers!"<br/><br/>From the corner of her foggy vision, she saw Lydia give her assailant a shove. Belgana didn't feel the need to do<em>that</em>, yet. She settled for the verbal protest... for now. Though she isn't exactly encouraged by the bevy of well-endowed women who seem to line the room, all with a tentacle-tattoo adorning them. Her neck arched, trying to check herself for any similar marking. "Feckin' hells," she grumbles, "better nae have been taken by some cult 'o nutters."