<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/>The walls and floor went dark. Belgana couldn't see what lay around her, but she could feel it: a sensation of being in the presence of something huge and malevolent. It was like standing in the path of a bulette about to charge. There was no charge, though. Instead, there was wetness.<br/><br/>The dwarf gasped out a curse in her native tongue as a coiling tentacle seizes one of her heavy breasts, her skin turning pink where the squeezing grip compresses her. Belgana went limp, but only for a moment. When that tentacle's coils reach her nipple, her back arched and her body thrashed against the sucking wetness there. It's impossible to know whether it's a form of resistance or pleasure. The dwarf doesn't know, certainly.<br/><br/>From either end, Belgana was prodded and pressed. Two thick, horrible lengths did that work. Between her thick thighs crept one of the beast's countless appendages, its girth flicking and grinding against the dwarf's plump mound. "Ahhhn! Git out o' the--rrrkk!" Her cry ended in a loud, wet gagging noise as the third tentacle grasped her neck and shoved its way into her mouth. Belgana's nostrils flared at the acrid scent of salt and water, her tongue recoiling away from the taste. She bit down on the rubbery length, but that only made her gag once more as her mouth tastes mucous and sea-spray. Instead, the warrior opens her jaw wide, teeth bared, lips trying to escape from the girth of the tentacle between them.