<div class="floatright"><div align="center"><strong>Ungrath</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283007.msg13921610#msg13921610)</div>(https://i.imgur.com/txRkijR.png)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Quick stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>HP:</strong> 366/432 <strong>AC:</strong>52 <strong>Ini:</strong>+13 (rolled 28)<br/><strong>Base Attack/Grapple:</strong>    +16/+73<br/><strong>Spot</strong>+26, <strong>Listen</strong>+26<br/><strong>Saves:</strong>    Fort +39, Ref +33, Will +49<br/>Dark Vision 60ft, Mindsight (300'ft)<br/><strong>Buffs:</strong> Soulmelds active as in CS and 1 essentia in each, Enlarge self, Bite of the Wererat, Force of Will Aura, unholy aura</div></div></div></div></div><br/><strong>“Gifts for me are gifts for others,” </strong>she said to Alactra, not expecting others to follow her train of thought. Ungrath gave an idle glance sideways as the Fey’ri’s body became snugly bound by leather straps. Cheeky little creature she was - that slave - but delicious enough that it could be forgiven. She inspected the various items fetched by Alactra. The servant’s story paused Ungrath’s tentacles for a breath. Two hours? Really now. Was Vholdran that formidable? Surely she must have been a cultist or otherwise wicked before that, Ungrath decided that it had been so. That or she truly had sunken far too deep and too long in her self absorption and solitude. And if such were the state of things then now was ripe time to exercise some selfish desire.<br/><br/>The clit clamp at least elicited a gasp and harder clenching of teeth from Solana. Her breasts heaved in Ungrath’s continued torment, every breath pulling the nipples from their tentacled clamps. It did begin to excite a heat within the Altraloth too. She could wait no longer.<br/><br/><strong>“Indeed,”</strong>Ungrath agreed, both in Abyssal and telepathy. A briefest moment of ponder passed before the topic she referred to was revealed. One tentacle seized Alactra. It coiled a thick two-three layers around her neck and lifted her off the ground. Before she could cast a spell or the tip came around. It poked at her jaw, crudely opening Alactra’s mouth and sliding down. Slimy cold surface with a faint stink of Abyssal oceans pushed her tongue down. Inches slid down until Ungrath found some resistance. Holding Alactra aloft by her neck Ungrath grinned gleefully at her struggles.<strong>“Watch Angel. One day you too will be like her: Beg to be taken by force and grow wet from helpless struggle much like these two.”</strong><br/><br/>Ungrath wanted more desperation. She wriggled the flesh deep in Alactra’s throat - moved it to incite struggle and discomfort. It switched from senseless wriggling to throat fucking at flick of a switch. Suddenly Alactra got the thick girth of Ungrath’s tendril throat fucking her.<strong> “Hmm… It does taste sweeter when taken by force. Good advice,” </strong>Ungrath commented, watching Alactra.<br/><br/>To complete the set she picked up one of the antimagic shackles dropped by the Fey’ri. A smaller tentacle pushed the big one off a little and slipped the metal against Alactra’s skin. She had to squeeze a little when the throat bulged from the invading member, but in the end the collar snapped on tight and snug. No more telepathy for her.<strong>“I much prefer the language of the drowned. Begs and pleads with lungs or throat are most arousing.”</strong><br/><br/>Alactra was allowed to ‘enjoy’ being not so gently held by the tentacle and relentlessly deepthroated. Ungrath kept her high enough so that best she could do was kick air and claw at her tentacle. The two other victims had skipped that luxury.<br/><br/>The little paladin looked ripe for a finale with barely a single coherent thought left in her gaze. Ungrath looked down at the simple creature with pity.<strong>“You were to tempt Solana…”</strong>She sighed, a little disappointed.<strong> “At least you should sing.” </strong>The teasing tentacle that had rubbed her sex wet came around and thrust deep into the human. Its girth tensed to stay thin enough not to burst the mortal, but just barely so. The massive tentacular insertion made sure Syncope’s abs would move with or without her own effort with every rapid thrust and withdraw. That view held Ungrath’s attention for a moment. She drew her gentle small hand across the taut muscles as they struggled to contain the tentacle within.<br/><br/><strong>“Both sound beautiful,” </strong>Ungrath noted to Solana. She studied the angel for a moment. Though she fought to maintain her poise and purity arousal was plenty clear. It burned on her cheeks and soaked her sex. Ungrath withdrew the teasing tentacle from down there. It dragged along the celestial’s body, leaving a slimy smear on her tummy and breast. The pinchers torturing her nipples pulled hard, lifted the weight of her tits on the nipples and released. Solana was allowed a few breaths free of torment as Ungrath pressed the front of her body against her.<br/><br/><strong>“Less than an hour passes. Now you enjoy?” </strong>There was anger in Ungrath’s tone as she caressed the Solar’s body with her hands and tendrils.<strong> “You already accept your role. Pathetic. Is this how you are? Mighty Solana, sex servant of high heavens, eager to please. Hmmm… Or perhaps you think they will save you. You think they will come for you anyway. You know you cannot run from us. That you are our slave to do as we please…”</strong>Ungrath punctuated her point by pulling on the clit clamp and biting on one breast.<strong>“You can let go until then. Have faith. They will save you no matter the depths you plunge to. You can be saved, always, so why not let go? Relish a little in despair. Let it consume your mind. Fight against your bondage and cry as tentacle and steel bite into your body. Let go now, let go in one year. Up to you. We have time, so do you. But first a surprise. It will help you plunge into despair, I think."</strong><br/><br/>With a mystery left to marinade in the angel’s mind Ungrath began to apply various toys on her; not a whole lot but a few to make her more presentable. A few sticky stones of torment she pressed on both sides of the angel’s clit, and one upon both of her entrances. The tortured ghosts of perverts dwelling within them smelled her arousal and awoke as it sept into the rough surface. Their silent buzz began to vibrate Solana’s sex. Ungrath found something for the breasts her tendrils had left tenderized, something to take mind off of the clit and cunny every now and then. She latched two metal leeches of agony on them, toys right out of Malcanthet’s drawers. Heavy little buggers latched on the nipples with sharp teeth, their steely bite not quite strong enough to pierce a Solar’s skin, perhaps only to Solana’s misfortune. The foul magic animating them made reach with forked tongues. Soon they licked what bits of the precious breast flesh missed the bites, pressed them against the teeth, kneaded the sensitive tip against them, kissed it afterwards.<br/><br/>It would not be nearly enough to drive an exalted Solar mad, but should keep her aroused long enough. Ungrath finished Solana by taking ahold of the chains that bound her. She pulled her arms tight on top of each other behind the back, bound them anew there. The legs she spread wide. Solana was swiped off of her feet and laid back against the floor as Ungrath lifted the chains of her ankle shackles to attach to the ceiling. She could wiggle there and look pathetic for the Archfiends’ amusement as they assembled for a reveal, but…<strong>“Humm.... Your mouth is lonely. Ah, yes.”</strong><br/><br/>The paladin had gotten quite a hard pounding already. Perhaps she might use something gentler for a change. Quite unceremoniously Ungrath lifted up Syncopek, withdrew the fucking tendril from her pussy and planted the wet well spread hole against Solana’s mouth. She held on tight to the paladin, really pressing her rear against the celestial’s face.<strong> “Little pet you have not done as much speaking and convincing as you promised. Try again now. Make the angel lick you clean from my filth and yours. Grind yourself against her. Orgasm on her or…”</strong>A pair of mean looking pincer claw ended tendrils appeared before Syncope’s nipples, clicking ominously.<br/><br/>Alactra had had to wait, her struggles ignored. Ungrath moved the Fey’ri closer. She pried open her legs and inspected her naughty bits.<strong> “Hmmm… I planed prepare you as a gift. How to prepare you. Hummm… Hmm...”</strong>Mind lost in ponder Ungrath reached to push one of the blunt ended tendrils into Alactra’s ass. Still humming through her thoughts Ungrath explored the depths, drilled a few corners deeper than a cock would. It did not help her decide. Ungrath reached out to take deep groping grasps of the slave’s breasts with two pincer claws. She kneaded and pulled the flesh without much care for the subject’s enjoyment. It did not help make a conclusion. Ungrath wrapped more tentacles around Alactra. One wrapped around her legs, forcing them to close around the one still ploughing her anus. She never bothered to bind her arms, much preferring to watch any futile attempt to fight back than to restrain it.<br/><br/>With a long slurp the throat tentacle finally withdrew from Alactra letting her gasp free air. Ungrath bent her over to face her.<strong>"Hmm... You do not struggle enough. Not like her, not out of fear. What would help? Would you like to try see if this can come out of your mouth?" </strong>Ungrath wiggled the tentacle tip in Alactra's ass.<strong>"Or perhaps you're already ripe, ready to be bound, left to writhe. Are you? No. Better not risk it."</strong><br/><br/>Ungrath let Alactra fall on her knees on the floor, all tentacles withdrawing at once. Her form still hovered above the Fey'ri. One the many slimy members moved before she could take action, coming down on Alactra's ass in a whip-like motion. "Where did you leave your chains slave? Here. I show you." She picked Alactra up by the neck and half dragged half lifted her to the chains that had just before bound Solana.<strong>"No longer high elf? Do not forget the place Vholdran showed you. It's not among equals. It's here."</strong>She clasped the cuffs on Alactra's limbs. She picked up a clamp that Alactra had herself put on Solana and attached it on the Fey'ri. With that secured Ungrath took a good handful of the vibrating stones and showed them deep in her ass.<strong> "Watch from there as we welcome Solana. Beg him to release you after."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"And you..." </strong>Ungrath picked up the by now rather spent Paladin from on top of Solana's face. A grin visited her lips as she looked at the rather sloppy face of the once proud angel. She was definitely perfect for receiving them. Only the paladin required finishing touches to make a dungeon damsel set complete. Ungrath took some cuffs with a long chain and bound Syncope by her wrists with enough slack that she might still walk about and fondle the other women if she liked (if she could stand).<br/><br/>She took some distance from the trio to behold them. She communed with Nyag'thon,<strong>"How goes the breaking? It will take time, I fear. If it helps I can leave an aspect behind, one dedicated to her torment."</strong>It would certainly help her. Though inflicting pleasure and plight upon the angel eased her anger a little, as did humiliating Solana, this was not enough. Not nearly enough. To find any satisfaction she needed years, decades, centuries perhaps?<strong> "I wish to witness the moment her heart breaks. When becomes is enslaved, like them. "</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div>