Re: Dangerous Hugs(Ashela/Smokefish)
Ashela groaned weakly as she was defeated, watching as Issah was brought down aswell. "C-Curse you, damned RNG...", she manages to sputter out before the tentacles wrap around her, and she's dragged away.
What followed next wasn't in any way making her feel better. She yelped as her clothes was torn, her body further entangled by the slick tentacles, and gasped out as her nipples were suctioned, only to be silenced by a tentacle shoving into her mouth. As she is penetrated, she struggles weakly in protest, but it isn't all -that- bad she figured... If not for the taste of defeat that flavored her tongue far more then the wad of tentacle seed ever could. The first set of tentacles climax made Ashela's mind woozy, but at least she figured it was over... She was wrong. The new set made pained pleasure jolt through her body, and she struggled again, to no effect. And again, and again. Sweet, dark oblivion was the best gift ever as she passed out.
Once Ashela awakens, she coughs and spits up some sperm, her body aching and her mind trembling. Naked and alone, she looked around herself... For the first time, she felt afraid in this game. She had hoped for a black screen saying "Game Over", not... -this-. The loneliness was the worst part. If she could find her axe, she'd pick it up, ignoring her torn away clothes. "I-Issah?", she called out meekly, not entirely sure if it would help... If there was no response, she'd look around herself uncertainly. "G-Game... Where's Issah?", she thought, as she began to head down the straight path, towards the grove. Humiliation and defeat the only thing she felt for now, the need for revenge simmering deep within her, repressed by the need to find her party member again.