<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/>A strangled snarl emanated from Belgana's throat. The rubbery taste of the tentacle against her teeth and the futility of her bite made the dwarf flush red with furious shame. The invader just kept pushing in, and there was nothing she could do about it. She thrashed weakly, kicking one leg into the air, then the other, her bruised body not putting up much of a fight. All the while, she felt the prodding of the phallus in her mouth, jabbing in toward her throat.<br/><br/>Then, without warning, Belgana was overwhelmed with sensation. Her eyes widened in shock, inscrutable for a moment to anyone who might be watching. The reason for it became terribly clear as her cheeks bulged out, puffed up like she's eaten something far too large. Her head twisted side to side, trying to get the tentacle free from between her lips... but it isn't budging. Seconds passed; with each, the burning, briny fluid flooded her mouth. Finally, there's no choice: she swallows. The warrior's nose wrinkled as the thick liquid oozed down her throat and settled in her stomach. She had been mercifully free from the arousing venom that effected her companions, but no longer. Now her head spun and her body flushed.<br/><br/>But the beast was far from finished with its dwarven prey. A muffled noise that straddled the precarious balance between protest and moan rippled from Belgana when a second wicked tendril came to her breasts, sucking and pulling at her stiffened nipples. Her noise only grew louder as she was penetrated.<em>Finally</em>penetrated, a small, jealous part of her thought; the part, perhaps, that could see Lydia shivering and wailing and full. That part of her, Belgana, that part says: 'They're wasted on that elf. Come and use<em>me.</em>' And that part of the dwarf is slowly coming to the ascendancy as the tentacle inside her moves again, slowly and steadily thrusting up into her plump folds.