<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 darkness all around has become the hidden home of untold debauchery. Belgana's ears could hear every noise. The cries of her companions cut the silence, Alicia's whimpers and mewls as she tried to resist, and Lydia's pleading for relief. Beyond those, she heard each wet drive of a muscled serpent into a waiting, willing hole. Including her own. Yes, the dwarf heard the sloppy schlicking noises from herself almost before she felt the sensations. Her pelvis was on fire, burning heat welling up between her thick thighs and in the crevasse of her cheeks.<br/><br/>A pulsing, pounding need mirrored the endless thrusting that the dwarf received. It built and built, even so soon after her last release, while her warrior's body slid and slapped against Lydia. In the darkness, the disappointed squirming and moaning from the inquisitor is painfully apparent. Something wet brushed Belgana's body as it retreated. Instinctually, as she realized what had happened to her companion, the dwarf's muscles tensed and squeezed, as if she could prevent her own invaders from pulling out of her like they had done to Lydia.<br/><br/>They don't. She continued to be worked over, again and again... But the tentacles were being rapidly drowned out by the growing tension in the dwarf's prodigious bust. Her breasts felt warm and tight, the coiling lengths that have captured them seeming to squeeze down harder. The prickling sucking at her nipples were the epicentre of it all, and Belgana gives a discontented thrash, her bust sliding against Lydia, trying to shake them off so that her pleasure could resume. But they're not so easily defeated. Indeed, at that very moment, she feels a lurch and then a hurdle and a smack. She hit the half-elf again, but their positions have been changed. She was on top, able to feel the elf squirming below her and another head nearby, between the two tangled sets of legs. And still there's muted pleasure, too little, keeping her on edge.<br/><br/>With her open, froth-coated mouth, the dwarf cried out at last. For Lydia, it's a bellow right into her ear. For Alicia, muffled by the steamy flesh that lies between them. "MORE! Gimme more, ye overgrown worm!"