<div class="floatright">(http://pre03.deviantart.net/a049/th/pre/i/2012/105/9/a/evelynn_by_kaboozle-d4w9alh.png)</div><br/>Sydney Malorne (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247429.msg12254506#msg12254506)<br/><br/><em>The ooze-female turns back towards Nuria, its shapely-shifting form sliding back and forth... it seeming to shift ever-closer to the male illithid as its lower-half seemed to simply roll forward, consuming the ground as it advanced rather than taking actual steps.  Coyly and somewhat teasingly, the creature gave itself a firm smack on its rump but then, nearly immediately, the white spots where its eyes would typically be seemed to widen as it store back towards the altered and improvised runes.<br/><br/>She felt a blush move through the inky blackness of her cheeks and nearly immediately realized that, no, this creature couldn't blush... the warmth she was feeling was from her actual cheeks and, if she could feel that...<br/><br/>The ooze seemed to bend forward abruptly, its long-fingered hand pressing abruptly into its crotch as the feeling of one of the tentacles' bulbous heads powerfully thrusting upwards into her moistness washed over her.  The wizardess felt a moment of indecision... a moment's desire to enjoy the sensation... the situation seemed well undercontrol, after all... and she did dearly love the feeling of the thick appendage pistoning inside her.<br/><br/>However, almost instantly, the feeling of a different tentacle slamming powerfully up the wizardess' tight and, decidedly, unlubricated asshole tore through the neural connection and the ooze-woman nearly immediately slammed both its hands onto its rear as the dull pain she had been ignoring became overpoweringly sharp as the the feelings began more and more acutely.  The ooze parted its "lips" and issued out an unearthy shriek as Sydney felt the insistant, probing tentacle rooting around within her relatively uninitiated ass, felt the soreness of her thighs and hips, watching as more tentacles splayed her supple and flexible legs far far apart and saw a shimmering tendril of power which was encircling her waist continuously tug needingly downward, slamming her hips into the probing tentacles invading her secret places.<br/><br/>The ooze's vision began to become cloudy as Sydney's concentration began to falter... her senses shifting back into her own body, feeling the pulsating liquid which seemed to be splattered along her thighs, breasts, stomach, and along nearly every surface of her mouth... she felt the ache of her jaw and felt another insistant thrusting between her lips, felt her head being yanked back as the tendrils of magic kept leaking- no, spraying their essence into her... and worst of all, the wizardess realized that, if she lost control of the hijacked incantation, she damn well couldn't utter any words of power in her current state... she'd be helpless!<br/><br/>Sydney tried to refocus on the ooze, but found her concentration broken as another spay of coalesced energy shot out from the tentacle roughly shoving itself between her breasts, ruining her concentration as she had to squeeze her eyes abruptly shut.  <br/><br/>Thankfully, at that exact moment, just as she was on the verge of losing the spell, she felt a searing wave of pain slash across her lower back and, like that, found her focus shifted back to the ooze monster that the Illithid had whipped.  She clung to that sensation, clung to the pain that was not her pain, and used it to rebuild the spell, dropping mental barriers to keep her own pleasure and agony at bay and focused on the bodies she could control, sending the monster (assuming it could move after being whipped) into a bull-rush against the male Illithid while the slightly futher away female ooze simply continued gliding forward, composure painfully restored...</em><br/><br/>((Let me know what you need me to roll Nasty-friend!))