So swiftly the Delvers manage to turn the tide of battle.<br/><br/>Though still very much held in the dream, Phelypsis has taken the upper hand.  The barbarian falls upon the female illithid, ripping her robes from her as the mind-flayer leads the demon towards the swirling, dark vertical waters of the twisted world.  A cry of gurgled surprise comes from the illithid as Phelypsis falls upon her, slapping the surprisingly pert purple backside, her legs spread enough to see a long, thin shaft similar to her brother's.  The slaps of the barbarian to her backside send shocks through the dream, ripples and bursts of thought and memory that only seem to further incense the pleasure of Phelypsis, gurgled moans and cries translating to increasing gasps and screams of pleasure from the goddess and the audience.<br/><br/>Desperately, the illithid attempts to regain control, psychic presses on the barbarian's brain to try to push her aside, but the sheer force of Phelypsis fingering her pussy and ass are too much, only compounded when the barbarian finds her cock as well, the shaft even slimier than the rest of the illithid's skin.  Wet, gooey splatter flicks up at Phelypsis's arm and body as she rubs it, the illithid increasingly writhing in pleasure.  She is then hurled to the ground, flipped onto her back and Phelypsis begins to ride her hard.  Held in place, the mind-flayer continues to attempt to struggle, gasping with pleasure, her hips arching up and a burst of seed abruptly exploding into the barbarian.  At this moment, there is a second of clarity, the arena disappearing, the audience fading, the feelings of elation falling aside to the wet, sticky reality of fucking a mind-flayer.  Still, with the illithid held down, Phelypsis is in a place of some control.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The distraction from Lorelei is an effective one, allowing Sydney time to take full advantage of the spell, working out the components, wrestling mental control from the male illithid.  He is, after all, very distracted.  The gulping, desperate sucking is quick, dirty, and designed to get the job done.  Groans of pleasure begin to emit from the mind-flayer, his tentacles surging around his mouth as Lorelei sucks him off, soon the oral just becoming too much.  His hips push forward and a gasp of pleasure comes from him before a burst of seed fills her mouth.<br/><br/>Then the tentacles are taken over.<br/><br/>The illithid stumbles back from Lorelei, his robes pulled open to show his long, thin purple cock and his emaciated form, staring at the ooze and the tentacle beast as he begins to back away.  "No... Thish ishn't posshible," he sputters out as he begins to move backward, reaching for a whip at his side and beginning to crack it towards Sydney's mental puppets.  One of the cracks slices across the tentacle beast's hide, leaving a harsh red cut and sending a sting of pain across Sydney's own back.<br/><br/>As the ooze turns to Nuria, Sydney sees her own body held up in the air behind the immolator.  Sydney's skirt has been pushed up nearly to her waist, tentacles swarming over her enough that for some moments she is actually all but hidden from view.  Other times, though, her shame and sin are shown to all, thick grey tentacles sliding wetly over her skin, leaving thick gooey trails that smell of semen.  Two tentacles have worked their way up her dress fully, pulsing along her body, one squeezing her tits together while the other presses between them, pulsing, pumping, splattering more and more seed on her chest, throat, and against her chin.  The two that ripped instantly through her panties didn't stop there, pushing deeply, wetly, and insistently into her, tentacle seed dribbling down her legs as they pump and fill her again and again.  Finally one has found her mouth, pressing wetly against her lips and filling Sydney's taste and scent with cum even from her mentally separate position, before a scream of pleasure from Sydney's body allows it to thrust deep into her mouth, using it like another hole to fill with seed.<br/><br/>Nuria's sharp eyes take in the scene, Sydney apparently held but clearly working intense magics, Phelypsis ravaging the female illithid, Lorelei at the side having distracted things for long enough, and the female ooze slapping her backside and advancing on the only truly dangerous being left; the male illithid.  His black whip snaps in the air as his mouth begins to move, clearly casting some manner of dark spell as he backs away from the attacking Delvers.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers!  You have the upper hand!  Phelypsis, your eyes are cleared, you see what you are fucking.  Sydney, the ooze and tentacle beast are yours for as long as you can control them.  Nuria, it may be time to burn the mother down.  And Lorelei, if you are here, there may be great magics of Harmony that you can cast.<br/><br/>Delvers... What do you do?</strong>