<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MRIYrLs.jpg)</div><strong>The heroine of justice, Alicia Fasettaros</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291505.msg14317176#msg14317176)<br/><strong>Active effects:</strong>HP 2/22, missing equipment!<br/><strong>Expended:</strong>2 arcane pool points, Frostbite, Grease<br/><br/><hr/><br/>One moment Alicia was being butt-fucked in the darkness in a poison-induced haze, surrounded by lustful tentacles and wanton bodies and covered in naughty fluids, the next she found herself able to see again. Her face was being rubbed against a silken pillow instead of Lydia's sex, and instead of tentacles wrapped around her body and squeezing her swollen tits, a man's weight pressed down on her back with his crotch slapping against her sorry sore ass. The meaty rod violating her rear passage felt stiffer and less flexible than a tentacle, though she welcomed it no more than before. His thrusts would force her hips down against the pillow and occasionally her clit would grind against the fabric, sending a jolt of involuntary pleasure up her spine.<br/><br/>The entire episode with the monster and tentacles earlier might have been a dream, except that her breasts still felt taut and swollen, heavier and larger than she remembered herself being. She tried to turn her head back to get a look at her rapist. "Stop it!" she cried out, trying to roll away from him or at least prevent him from violating her badly aching ass any further.