<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/>Lydia didn't have to wait long before she discovered exactly what it would be like. Belgana was really quite extraordinary, with strength that quite belied her stature. The doughty dwarf was already caught in the throws of passion when she speared her tongue into the half-elf's mouth, and it was quite impossible for the dark-skinned inquisitor not to be pulled along. She sucked hungrily at the other girl, already dizzy from the poison and lack of air. But it was Belgana's convulsive movements and the grunting groans of her pleasure that were really getting to the silver-haired half-elf.<br/><br/>When darkness suddenly claimed them, it really didn't matter. Lydia's eyes were already closed, or at least rolled back half into her skull. And the<em>noises</em>they made, oh, the noises the three helpless captives made. The half-elf nibbled at Belgana, elating in the warm, wet press of the warrior's body and feeling every trembling aftershock of the other girl's climax. She moaned, stifling her desire with the dwarf's tongue and bathing it with more of that deliciously foamy liquid.<br/><br/>She imagined she could feel every slick inch of the paired tentacles as they lifted her toward another orgasm, body clenching tightly around each invader as though milking every sensation. And then, quite suddenly and without warning, the twin tormentors withdrew, leaving the inquisitor horribly empty and bereft.<br/><br/>Lydia squirmed against Belgana, the half-elf's body writhing as it sought some stimulus to push her over the edge. The voice was back, bouncing round inside her head again. The young woman had to admit, she quite liked the sound of being the Goddess' slave. Calistria would be a cruel Mistress no doubt, but the benefits and the punishments. Lydia shook her head, shocked at what she'd been thinking. No, this wasn't about what she needed, no matter how desperately, viscerally and wantonly she needed it...<br/><br/>"Oh, sweet Calistria," she wailed, humping her needy sex against the other captive's body, "Please, I beseech you, let your slave... servant... let your agent cum..."<br/><br/>A wave of disorientation swept over her as the world seemed to spin on its axis. Belgana's weight pressed down on her, a delightful crush than left the half-elf even more breathless and aroused. Head already swimming with lust and venom, Lydia could only moan urgently as her need grew steadily more unbearable.<br/><br/>The unmistakable sensation of a third person joining their helpless tangle, drew the inquisitor's attention back from her lusty imaginings. She fought back a squeal, but couldn't quite stop her body from lifting itself toward the face held so tantalisingly close to her aching slit.<br/><br/>"Alicia?" she wondered, her voice hoarse with unconcealed lust.<br/>