<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/>Ungrath hummed in a ‘good job’ purr as Syncope spoke. She of course understood none of the words being exchanged, but trusted Nyag’thon’s pet to be properly broken and obedient. That and the twitches of her body was somewhat delicious to look from over the shoulder. Ungrath’s eyes glazed over as her thoughts wandered. She felt like wanting an elf now, or a nymph. Human was cute, but not quite the same - unable to truly incite a burning hunger within her.<br/><br/>She picked up Vholdran thoughts while one tendril reached around Syncope’s legs and rose before her. Its bulbous tip was dangerously thick to a point that even the slime coating might not help. Another rose before the angel. They aimed to pierce both women at once up to their wombs, but paused to linger before their lips.<strong> “Hmmm?” </strong>Brows wrinkled with displease. Ungrath replied to Vholdran’s telepathy, including his servant and Nyag’thon,<strong>“We await. Greedy I may be but I would not rob the pleasure of seeing her face from any of you. Her enchantment however… Irritating...” </strong><br/><br/><strong>“Many vulnerable things still rest on the surface of your puny Celestial body,” </strong>her voices huffed in Abyssal. Her tendrils landed their cold soft length on the paladin’s and human’s cunts.<br/><br/>Solana bit down her expression, nose barely twitching. Her fists curled tight and hate rose to look at Ungrath. Ungrath liked it. Smiling, she spoke,<strong>“Pretty angel. I still wish to make her love drowning. Or fear it. Either will do.” </strong>The tendrils pushing into the women’s sexes pressed harder, the soft membrane moulding against their shape. Strange hard nobules giving the members their structure poked from within. With uncanny accuracy those nublets landed on the most guarded spots, putting pressure on their clits. Solana of course retreated, pressing her body against the wall until she could no longer avoid the grinding.<br/><br/><strong>“Oh, it does not look like she likes it. What’s wrong pet, can you tell me. Lady Ungrath is not fluent in Vermin?” </strong>Ungrath did not make it too easy for the paladin to stay on top of her words either. The thick tentacle grinding her clit and sex doubled its efforts, almost sawing her groin and assaulting it to a strange undulation of strong flesh. More tentacle arms reached forth to. Some began to collar her neck and encase her body in flesh, but majority reached for the larger angel. They skipped wrists, ankles, and other already chained bits and sought forth the more vulnerable parts. Both claw tipped ones and those ending in slimy flesh dragged against the angel’s breasts, thighs, ass. Solana continued to bite her lips down, suppressing trembles, and expression to the best of her ability. Ungrath’s pincer-like claws took her nipples in pinches and dragged them out as far as they would go.<strong>“Flabby bits,”</strong>she observed. Other tips sought to lick and suckle the flesh next to pinched bits, assaulting the tiny sensitive areas with quite a variety of attacks.<br/><br/>Solana however, persisted, though based on the fluttering of her eyes Nyag’thon must have began mixing up her mind. Ungrath reached to play with Syncope’s breasts, though her regular little hands were not able to do much more than knead and pinch separately. She watched the angel’s and Syncope’s abs twitch to two different tunes. Her words went to Alactra, but also to all who heard,<strong>“Not much we can do in this time, but… Others are coming. We can still make her presentable. Vholdran’s slave, help dress her up. Something down there to choke the button that makes her whimper. Perhaps piercings too. Different set of chains perhaps? She should be in this sort of pose and on the ground.”</strong><br/><br/>Ungrath demonstrated the pose with Syncope, tying the paladin’s arms behind her back and spreading legs as wide as she could. She lifted her hips a little to make the paladin practically pus her sex towards the onlooker. Her efforts to tease Solana into red cheeked arousal by the time other fiends would arrive continued tirelessly as they prepared her for the big show off. Though any juices secreted were drowned by Ungrath's own natural mucus she could feel her attentions rewarded. Against her cold skin the rise in temperature on the two flesh bound women's sexes felt boiling. There were still tentacles to spare too... Her stare followed Alactra's ass as she helped her find the gear.<strong>"Humm... Should I defile you too? Prepare gift for Vholdran. He did such favour and we did not even believe him. Yes... Favours are owed. Pick yourself a set of chains too."</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div>