<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>0/28 Defeated.<br/><div align="center">________________________</div><br/>The tentacle inside Belgana's plush depths began its steady pace. Within the span of a dozen steady thrusts, her lively eyes were glassy and rolling back in time with each pump. The churning white liquid that spilled without end into her mouth was swallowed again and again, each gulp less reluctant than the last. It tasted salty and thick... Like semen, really, she thought. Like lad after lad lining up to spurt off between her slurping lips...  Oh blasted ancestors, that did<em>not</em>help<em>at all.</em><br/><br/>The warrior was shaken from those particular unseemly thoughts by the daring prods that swiped between her thick dwarven cheeks and teased across her puckered ass. She squirmed against it. "Ghht ahhwhy frhhm mhh ashhh!" Her words are muffled almost to the point of incomprehension by the tentacle spurting into her mouth... and also spurting out of it: with every mumbling word came a flow of white juice that spilled down her chin and splattered across her entwined cleavage.<br/><br/>Belgana's head spun yet again as she's swung up to face Lydia. Her green eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of the climaxing inquisitor. She was getting it, hard and remorseless, so high on venom that everything was blowing her mind. For the second time, a pang of jealousy shot through the dwarf, which hardened as she saw pity in Lydia's eyes. Pity! The implication for Belgana was clear: Lydia thought she was getting it<em>better.</em><em>I'll show her BETTER,</em>the fiery warrior had time to think, just before the two collided into each other.<br/><br/>Smack. The sound of Belgana's heavy, ripe dwarven teats hitting Lydia's supple half-elven body echoes in the infinite darkness. Green eyes showed surprise as nipples rake across nipples. "Glllrk!" Suddenly, Belgana was wrenching, the tentacle plugging up her mouth dragging itself out. She coughed up a torrent of white fluid, sticky and thick as it splattered out across Lydia's front and down the dwarf's own bodice.<br/><br/>Able to speak for the first time in what felt like forever, Belgana opened her mouth to curse at the monstrous invader. But such thoughts died on the tip of her white-stained tongue. It just felt too good. Instead, an impish, wicked grin curled on her face and she stared across at Lydia. "Bet ye I can take more 'o 'em then ye can." Her voice was husky, wet, excited.<br/><br/>Those lips that had spoken now close in on Lydia, forced toward her by their mutual captor. A solitary grunt of surprise was the dwarf's reaction, and then her lips parted, kissing at the inquisitor and attacking her with her wet, salty tongue. So very near to her, Lydia can see Belgana's eyes roll back into her head when her bowels are finally penetrated, and feel the warrior's tongue tense and jab forward. In fact, every strong muscle tightened as she came to a twitching, jerking climax.