<div class="floatright">(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RrqNNvNJBeY/TYNchRFtrhI/AAAAAAAABQI/pKes4Q2WIKM/s1600/Flawless_by_Ricardo_Guimaraes.jpg)</div><strong>Lydia Halfshade</strong><br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong>Poisoned (3 rounds remaining 1d6 Con - 12 damage [Con: -2]) Hp 12/16<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong>Purity Judgment (+1 Saving Throws)<br/><strong>Expended:</strong>Ear Piercing Scream<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The half-elf's nostrils were filled with the scent of brine and, quite suddenly, she found herself released from the stifling tightness of her armour. Indeed, over the space of a few minutes, the inquisitor found herself divested of all her clothing and belongings. There were still tentacles though, lots and lots of tentacles... Lydia found herself idly wondering what the collective noun for tentacles might be, but the slithering made it much too hard to focus on anything else for long.<br/><br/>Reality warped and distorted somewhere in the background, far away from the squirming mass of swarming tendrils, where everything reeked of heresy. Lydia realised that she wasn't particularly interested in all that right now... it was the damnably distracting squirming... Oh, something terrifying and awesome was hovering right at the very edges of the half-elf's awareness, but her awareness was very keen to keep her attention focussed somewhere else.<br/><br/>The inquisitor gave a little moan, one that spoke of discomfort and perhaps reluctantly of pleasure, as her limbs were draw out until she hung, spread-eagled in space. Lydia made another noise, this time the unmistakable sound of building anticipation and then let loose a piercing scream as the phallic tentacle rippled up between her legs. The silver-haired woman's eyes rolled back in their sockets and her mouth lolled open, everything abruptly tingly and full.<br/><br/>Her muscles tensed, testing the strength of the slimy tethers as the next tentacle pressed at her backside. Lydia's mouth yawned wider, straining her jaw as she fought to contain the sensations. Her body couldn't decide if it wanted to relax and let herself be taken or to clench and enjoy the deliciousness. In the end, it seemed to settle for a little of both, relaxing to encourage the probing tentacles and then squeezing down hard as though milking the slippery tendrils.<br/><br/>Skin still burning, the half-elf was incoherent, gasping out half words and groans between the high-pitched animal noises being forced from her throat.<br/><br/>"Do... oh sweet Calistria... do your... mhmmm... worst!" she squealed, "Strip me... nnnghh... YES... oh... mhmmm.... bind me, ravish... meeeeee... with your many... many... Oh wicked Calistria so mhmmm... many... tentacles... I'll never break!"<br/>