<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 was finding it increasingly difficult to do anything other than<em>feel</em>. Especially now the twin tentacles seemed to have found their rythmn. Lydia had to admit, it was pretty spectacular and, although the view of her erstwhile companions hanging naked and defeated beside her probably shouldn't have been quite as stimulating, the inquisitor simply couldn't help but enjoy the view.<br/><br/>Sweat beaded her dark skin, heat of a completely different kind burning where the poison still flowed and it was enough to simply hang there, suspended, while the tentacles continued their relentless pumping. Dimly, Lydia was aware that she should still be fighting, that it was her duty to at least try to break free, but it was impossible to hold onto anything else while the tendrils pistoned with mechanical precision, smooth and stiff where it mattered, yet soft and yielding in the best possible way.<br/><br/>She watched the stinger rise up, to sway almost hypnotically before her and winced as something vast and unknowable slipped effortlessly into her mind.<br/><br/>Her cry as the needle bit home was horribly loud and it seemed to echo infinitely, a note of agonised delight that faded quickly but never quite abandoned her. Once again, Lydia felt her body arch into a taut bow, muscles shivering with exquisite anticipation. Another thrust, filling her pussy, forcing her to clench spasmodically against its girth and the tension seemed to collapse, turning the silver-haired woman into a bucking, thrashing puppet driven only by the rawness of her need.<br/><br/>Pleasure so pure it was torment flooded her awareness, but did nothing to stop the tentacles' single-minded pumping. The climax finally eased, but her arousal showed no sign of abating. Still, even as the next orgasm started to build, this one threatening to be even worse/better than the last, Lydia's mind was briefly clear enough to consider the voice's question.<br/><br/>"Nooooo," she wailed, eyes wide and glassy, "I<em>nnhggggnn</em>I am ... I am<em>oooooh</em>her age... agent... and<em>mmmmm</em>only the queen<em>ooh goddess that's so good</em>the queen of all idiots<em>mmmngh</em>would even consider<em>yes so good</em>betraying the Goddess of Vengeance!"<br/>