The Battle Beneath (Tiffanian)


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Ilona: HP = 90/90, PP = 45/45, EP = 51/55, Status = Fine

Galo: HP = 48/48, PP = 31, EP = 33, Status = Fine

Aereia: Sage
Taron: Head Sentinel of Clyons
Aegea: Healer from Clyons
Treyzine: Seer from Clyons
Shlei: Depressed Smith from Clyons
Strange Jewelry Man

Find the Faerie Under the Stars at the Highest Peak
Find the Lone Formori Hunter
Strange Lucky Necklace

Aegea's expression grew dubious as she glanced from Ilona to Galo, who was steadily floating downwards to settle near the floor. "Very well.... I will look after him while you are away... But please tell him to keep from doing any mischief! There are delicate things here that ought not be disturbed," Aegea replied, her gaze darting to one of her many shelves of valuable glass jars containing herbs and medicines. Galo wrapped a tentacle around the base of Ilona's tail in the meantime, his bulbous body pulsating regularly as he breathed.

"The island on which the last surface dweller is nearby, but it won't be easy. The formori hunt the beds of seaweed that lie along the most direct path to it, and if you go that way you'll have to go around or through a dangerous reef. There are sharks and eels living among the coral and stone, and poisonous fish... But if you wish to go around it, you must go East through more seaweed fields where the formori hunt as well, or West... Over the depths. Larger sharks, and whales, and less savory things that sometimes come up from below hunt there, and do not go that way if darkness is near unless you absolutely have to."
 
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A slight frown came to Ilona's face as she replied "he won't cause you any trouble. Will you, Galo?" She contorted a bit to pat his "head" as he clung to her tail, still looking at Aegea as she continued talking, explaining the various methods of getting to the island. None seemed particularly good... Two paths led through formori hunting grounds, one of them also involving passage through a coral reef as well, and a third way over the deep ocean, where all sorts of creatures might lurk. But then, some of those could be negotiated with, where the formori could not. As long as she wasn't still out over the depths when night fell and the creatures of the deep migrated upward to feed that would probably be the best route. "Alright. Thank you for your help and advice. I hope to see you again soon" she said before breaking her mental connection with the woman, leaving only Galo.

"Okay. You'll be okay staying here for a while, right? Be sure not to mess with Aegea's things if she doesn't want you to, she seems really sensitive about that sort of thing. She's..." The warrior glanced at the other mermaid for a moment before continuing "she's probably going to be difficult, at least for a little bit. She's going through a pretty rough time. So be careful with her, yeah?" If everything was to her satisfaction then she would be free to head out towards the island in question, opting to go around the western path if she felt she reached the option with sufficient daylight left, and if not to head on the more direct path.

 

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Ilona: HP = 90/90, PP = 45/45, EP = 51/55, Status = Fine

Galo: HP = 48/48, PP = 31, EP = 33, Status = Fine

Aereia: Sage
Taron: Head Sentinel of Clyons
Aegea: Healer from Clyons
Treyzine: Seer from Clyons
Shlei: Depressed Smith from Clyons
Strange Jewelry Man

Find the Faerie Under the Stars at the Highest Peak
Find the Lone Formori Hunter
Strange Lucky Necklace

Galo's tentacles coiled around Ilona's wrist as she patted his head, suckers gently drawing on her skin as they crawled up her forearm to keep her hand where it was. "He'd best," Aegea replied sternly, though her hesitance at the octopus' presence seemed to lessen as she watched it reciprocate Ilona's less depraved affections. "I hope to see you again period... And not just because I have shared your fate," she would retort gravely.

"Here?" Galo replied uncertainly, his tentacles clinging just a little more tightly to her arm. "But... I want to go with you! How can I protect you if you go running off! Besides, she doesn't like me very much... I can tell!" Her instruction to be nice to the healer who was to take care of him caused Galo to squeeze a little bit harder, though still nowhere near painfully. His color changed, going from the usual bluish grey to a color matching that of Ilona's scales perfectly, and he clutched himself to her tail. Despite his hesitance, the octopus wouldn't take much more persuasion, though he would still be slow to release her entirely. Even after his tendrils left her arm, he didn't release her tail as she made to depart so much as he slowly climbed down it. By the time she'd reached the door, Galo was clinging to her tail fin by a pair of tentacles, which ever so slowly slid down as Ilona swam away. Galo remained, skin shifting black as he hovered forlornly behind her while Ilona went to a place where he could not follow, at least not if he hoped to survive for long.

That left Ilona to make her way to the nearby landmass, a journey not without its dangers...

Rolls
Number of possible encounters: 3
The first: Nothing
The second: ....

Perception: 6 successes, very impressive.
Stealth: 2 successes. Good for her.

Stealth: 2 successes
Perception: 3 successes

Ilona encounters a group of formori! Both are aware of each other.

The first portion of Ilona's journey took her over the lands directly around Clyons. She swam over the kelp beds that the people harvested and hunted for fish, the cultivated sections of seaweed and coral, and sections of land groomed to be the ideal home for hunting assorted varieties of shellfish. Those places, once so well tended, were growing wild and uncontrolled now save for those sections closest to the town and the handful of guards that still desperately tried to protect it. Despite the grave state of Clyons and the surrounding lands, however, Ilona made it through them without incident.

The lands around Clyons ended quite obviously, at least in the direction that Ilona was going. She entered a foest of long strands of wild seaweed, twisted and tangled coils that rose all the way to the surface. Small fish flitted among the leaves, and shellfish crawled along the strands to seek better cover and the opportunity to hunt. Larger predators would rarely enter such forests, the hunting was too difficult, which luckily meant that she probably wouldn't stumble across anything big enough to think of her as a meal. She would have to be careful of the smaller venomous creatures that hunted the fish trying to hide in the seaweed, but unless she provoked them such things would be hesitant to bother her.

Unfortunately, while she managed to avoid any unfortunate encounters with sea serpents or lionfish that might cut short her journey to land, Ilona wouldn't be so lucky as to make it through the underwater forest without encountering opposition. As she swam through a particularly dense section of seaweed, Ilona found herself coming up short as one of the formori rounded the same corner and came face to face with her. It stopped short, righting itself as what must have been shock twisted its frog-like features. This particular specimen was fairly thin and possessed blue-green skin and was clad only in a loincloth, while it clutched a primitive driftwood spear topped in a broken clam shell tip that was stained with some dark brown substance. Before she could silence or cut it down, however, the surprised mermaid heard it let out some kind of shout, the sound emanating through the water and seemingly summoning the rest of its hunting party. No less than six of them came swimming towards her from various directions, weaving effortlessly through the dense seaweed, and the last of them - the largest and bulkiest with a head more like some kind of predatory fish than his fellows - answered with another shout, brandishing a net alongside his spear.
 
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Ilona smiled down at Galo as he held onto her arm, gently rubbing and scritching his bulbous head. "Well, I don't think that'll be a problem" she replied before breaking the connection with Aegea, focusing on Galo for the moment. His reaction was... predictable. "I'll be okay, trust me. Besides, you can't leave the ocean. You'd die. You have to stay here" she replied to his concerns, her gaze darting over to Aegea. "I don't think it's that she doesn't like you. She's just... stressed and unhappy. She'll warm up to you, I can tell. Especially if she bothers to talk with you." The octopus changed his color as she spoke, blending into her tail perfectly as he wrapped himself around it just a bit tighter. He seemed to understand where she was coming from though, and eventually he slowly crawled his way down her tail, only a little grip on her tailfin as she got to the door. "Sorry but... it'll be okay" she said, giving him a little smile before breaking her mental link to him, waving goodbye to he and Aegea, and then swimming away out the door.

With her armor donned and everything ready the mermaid swam off for the island, heading for the deeper part of the ocean. It was... a depressing trip to be sure. The fields of coral and seaweed that normally would have been well-kept and neatly cultivated were almost entirely wild and scraggly now, only a few patches very close to the town still in use. This initial ring around the town, though devastated by formori attacks, was deserted, and Ilona swam all the way to a forest of seaweed without encountering anything untoward. She hated these forests... poor visibility meant danger, both from the sorts of venomous creatures that hunted in them and from formori.

Indeed, soon enough she found herself face to face with one of the wretched creatures, some sort of thin and froglike thing carrying one of their near-ubiquitous poisoned spears. She couldn't act before it screamed into the water and more of them approached, because of course they never hunted alone... Seven of them in total approached her from a variety of angles, the creatures as diverse and strange as ever. There was one that was bigger than the others, his head not frog-like but instead like some sort of... well, it was like a shark or a barracuda or something, she couldn't tell from a distance, and he held a net. These numbers, it wasn't a great situation, but... there was nothing to be done about it now. She could only use her mental powers to enhance her physical abilities and work to thin those numbers and even the odds...

Use Psychic Shield at X=10. Pay 8 EP and have 2 upkeep per turn. Gain 20 Dodge, AV, Resistance, and defense for Bull Rush, Overrun, and Grapple.
 

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Ilona: HP = 89/90, PP = 45/45, EP = 43/55, Status = Fine, Upkeep = 2, Psychic Shield X = 10 (+20 Dodge, AV, Resistance, def vs BR/OR, Grapple) , Paralyzed (DC 30 or lose turn, -1d10 attack/dodge/grapple and some other stuff that likely won't matter)

Galo: HP = 48/48, PP = 31, EP = 33, Status = Fine

Aereia: Sage
Taron: Head Sentinel of Clyons
Aegea: Healer from Clyons
Treyzine: Seer from Clyons
Shlei: Depressed Smith from Clyons
Strange Jewelry Man

Find the Faerie Under the Stars at the Highest Peak
Find the Lone Formori Hunter
Strange Lucky Necklace

While Galo would still cling, and so long as she maintained their mental contact Ilona would feel her companion's distress at her departure, there wasn't much of an argument. While still essentially an animal, Galo was intelligent enough to realize that he couldn't last long on the surface, no matter how he might feel about letting her go off on her own. Still he would hesitate to let her go, but ultimately the last grasp of his tendrils would slip from her tail and he would slink back into Aegea's house along the sea floor.

Rolls
Ilona's Dodge = 73, a bad roll

The six mook formori try to jab her, naturally.
Attacks: 29 for a super miss, 44 for a miss, 47 for a miss, 47 for another miss,46 for a miss, and 43 for another miss despite scaling dodge penalties. Psychic shield saved her.
The last one goes for a stab and a net. After six attacks she's at -30 Dodge, so only 43.
Attacks: 70 for the spear, 37 for the net.
Damage: 26 - 14 - 20 = min 1 damage.
Resistance: 43 vs DC50, Ilona has taken a stack of Paralyzed.

With a thought Ilona conjured a bubble of force around herself, causing water to harden with the power of her will. The formori closed in even as her barrier formed, however, and the concentration needed to activate her shield left her barely moving as the gang of hunting formori closed in on her. Spears jabbed from every direction, trying to at least nick her and deliver their toxic payload, but as surrounded as she was in the dense seaweed forest, Ilona was still a trained fighter that was now protected by the added barrier of her manifested will. The formori attacks came one by one, spears jabbing as they swam toward her and then darted past as each missed, either twisted away from by her quick movements or stopped cold by her psychic shield.

All of the attacks from the six normal looking formori, if such could be said about any of the hideous invaders, came nowhere near touching her as she thrashed among the weeds to avoid being stabbed. The fish-headed formori came last, flitting around the periphery of her vision, forcing Ilona to divide her concentration between her immediate attackers and keeping an eye on him and his net. The creature finally lashed out, throwing the net over her, but the mermaid had kept track of him well enough that when the net was tossed over her the mermaid could harden her will enough to keep it momentarily hovering over her. That gave her enough time to swim away from it, but he quickly moved to intercept her and jabbed with his own primitive driftwood spear. The pointed tip jabbed into her chest, slowed first by her psychic shield and then by her armor, leaving the blow barely sufficient to pierce her skin. Even that was seemingly enough to introduce a dose of the poison into her bloodstream, however, as a numbing sensation spread from the site of the injury and left her limbs threatening to seize up.

The formori leader retracted and swam backwards, and the others prepared to dive in for another bout of jabbing at her that would make it difficult and dangerous to go for the only one of their number that had managed to land a hit on her. The fish headed formoi gurgled something that Ilona couldn't entirely understand, and the other formori seemed to react to it quickly, shifting their directions of attack to close in on her from two fronts, one above and in front the other below and to her left. The leader was in the former group, while the other formori were divided in equal numbers between the two attack parties.
 
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Ilona concentrated as the formori approached her, hardening the water around her into a sturdy shield... she was barely finished by the time they were upon her, lunging at her with their poison-tipped spears. She twisted and turned through the kelp as she struggled to avoid them, but the smaller and weaker of the formori just weren't fast enough to match her, especially with her shield deflecting their blades. There were so many of them... It was hard to keep them all in her line of sight, and the larger of them was still lurking, worrisomely enough. She had seen that he had a net, and of course his larger size marked him as a threat beyond these smaller ones.

Sure enough when the last of the smaller formori stabbed at her and missed the bigger one made his move, tossing his net at her... The mermaid had known it was coming and managed to spend particular effort to harden the water above her, keeping the net hovering harmlessly just long enough to swim out of the way, but... the other formori had coralled her just enough that their leader was able to predict her path of escape and thrust his spear into her breast, the tip just barely fighting through her psychic shield and armor to prod into her soft flesh. She felt a twinge as she got free of it, already too late to prevent the real damage. Soon her chest is going tingly and numb, her fingers twitching. The poison was already starting to work as she glared at the creature who had inflicted it on her... She needed to end this fight as quickly as she possibly could, and as the formori split into two groups to attack her from opposite sides she dove headlong at the one the leader was a part of, hoping to kill a few of the creatures that guarded him so that she could confront him directly as soon as possible.

Double Strike Supreme Might at the lesser formori around the leader. 10d10 - 1 to-hit on two attacks, 4d6 + 40 damage
 

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Ilona: HP = 73/90, PP = 45/45, EP = 41/55, Status = Fine, Upkeep = 2, Psychic Shield X = 10 (+20 Dodge, AV, Resistance, def vs BR/OR, Grapple) , Paralyzed (DC 30 or lose turn, -1d10 attack/dodge/grapple and some other stuff that likely won't matter)

Galo: HP = 48/48, PP = 31, EP = 33, Status = Fine

Aereia: Sage
Taron: Head Sentinel of Clyons
Aegea: Healer from Clyons
Treyzine: Seer from Clyons
Shlei: Depressed Smith from Clyons
Strange Jewelry Man

Find the Faerie Under the Stars at the Highest Peak
Find the Lone Formori Hunter
Strange Lucky Necklace

Rolls
Resistance vs Paralysis: Success.
Ilona's Dodge = 76

Ilona swings!
Attack: 64 and 64 vs 33 and 43 respectively.
Damage: 52 and 55 vs no armor and 40 HP, both die.

The formori attack back!
Attacks: 60 misses, but then 74 hits for the closer pair.
Damage: 22 - 34 = min 1 damage.
Resistance: 59, success so no extra paralysis.
Attacks: 60 vs 64 = miss, 58 vs 59 = miss, 49 vs 54 = miss, 40 vs 49 = miss. They all flub spectacularly!

The formori leader uses Psychic Scream X = 4 on Ilona, spending 4 extra EP to ignore the second squad comrades, for a total cost of 12 EP.
Damage: 15 ignoring Dodge and AV entirely. Ilona will take a -1 penalty per dice to attack, Dodge, and Grapple rolls, a 2 die penalty to Casting Checks, a -5 penalty to Resistance checks, -1 Trade die for Stealth and Perception checks, and a -10 penalty to Bull Rush, Overrun, and Swim checks next turn.

Ilona's bladed polearm slashed through the water, hacking through the stems of the weeds around them on its path towards the formori she had advanced upon. The first of the formori to meet her weapon let out a pained gurgle as the weapon dug into his collar, separating flesh and cracking through bone under the force of her well trained momentum. Her people had long ago adopted to fighting underwater, and a single wrenching motion allowed her to wrench her weapon free and twist, cutting towards another one of them. That one she essentially decapitated, leaving the froglike monster's head hanging on by a thread of flesh as it floated away lifelessly, expression frozen in a look of what seemed to be frightened horror.

That left the guardian force between Ilona and the apparent leader of the warband halved, but the other two quickly rushed towards her to ideally take advantage of their numbers before she cut down any more of them. The first missed, his primitive weapon turned aside by the barrier of her will, but her attacks had left her overextended and the second capitalized with a brutal rush that would have impaled her were it not for the mix of her armor and mental barrier. The stone point ended up barely scraping against her skin, but it was enough to risk a second dose of the poison they coated their weapons with. She felt the numbness spread from the sight of the fresh scrape, but for now it seemed localized and her muscles continued to obey her commands.

The other four surged from behind her, but Ilona's wall of will met them and stopped their attacks one by one. Her body twisted this way and that by necessity, leaving their spears hitting nothing but water, but as quickly as they'd come the formori retracted, swimming in a cross-pattern and moving to hover above her, forcing the besieged mermaid ever downwards. The leader reared in front of her, now less defended, but rather than attack he backed away, rapidly kicking his feet, and the frills around his gills suddenly flicking wildly. The fish-headed formori opened his mouth, but neither sound nor bubbles came forth. A moment later a deafening howl resounded in Ilona's mind, a howl that resounded over and over and seemed to grow louder with every passing second.

Her people could naturally communicate with their minds, and their younger generations often first used their talents in such a manner, but never was it so loud or so deliberate. A raw talent at best this formori might be, but that power was sufficient to leave her head roaring in pain. That pain continued to resound over and over, proving itself a problematic distraction as the larger group suddenly planted themselves in front of her - seemingly unharmed by their leader's mental assault - and between her and their leader. The other two, however, were clutching at their heads and drifting almost aimlessly while blood oozed from their noses and ears. They might be easy prey right now, but that would leave her making no progress towards dealing with the lead formori while the unharmed group would be free to attack her unimpeded.
 
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Ilona wasted no time, her spear piercing into one of the formori right at his collar, digging in nice and deep for a moment before she tugged it out, slicing sideways. It was clearly a fatal wound, but she wasn't satisfied by just that... instead she kept her momentum, slicing through the throat of another of the lunging frogmen, even tearing through his spine and quite nearly decapitating him, a fact which gave her a twinge of perverse joy as his blood spurted into the ocean. Two of them down already, and despite the muscle spasms she was already having she still felt quite in control of her body.

Of course, they weren't about to just let the mermaid chew through them without response forever. The other two in this group lunged, one of them just barely missing her thanks to her shield warping the water away from her, but the other managed to hit her with a full charge. If not for the shield she would have been dead, his blade right through her spine, but instead it barely prodded through her armor, scratching her a bit. She felt that numb tingling feeling in her chest, but it didn't seem to spread this time... The other four came at her from behind, but none of them committed quite as hard as the one who had gotten to her, and she managed twist and writhe out of the way of their spears, just barely moments ahead of them.

Their assaults all ended at once, the frog-like creatures swimming up and above her, forcing her down towards the base of the kelp forest. That was annoying, but not a terrible problem compared to the issue of their poison-tipped spears. And this arrangement left her closer to the apparent leader of the group... She started to swim towards him, her spear at the ready as he swam away from her... but then he turned and opened his toothy maw wide, the frills just above his gills shooting out and quivering... and after a few moments Ilona felt a sudden shriek resound through her mind, a painful burst of psychic energy that caused her to grit her teeth and wince. Though the capability obviously existed, no merfolk had ever done anything like that to her, and she was definitely not a fan. The pain didn't immediately subside either, it was as if the "sound" were resounding off her skull again and again.

The other formori inserted themselves between her and the leader again while she was stopped short, though it seemed that a couple of them had been caught in the crossfire and were momentarily helpless. That was fine, the mermaid wouldn't have to deal with them for a little while, and she didn't really care if they got behind her at this point. She had to get to this halfbreed and kill him before he could do any more of that sort of nonsense, so she lunged at the formori with rage in her eyes, almost desperate to thin out the crowd so she could get at him.

Double Strike Supreme Might at the lesser formori around the leader. 10d10 - 1 to-hit on two attacks, 4d6 + 40 damage
 

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Ilona: HP = 47/90, PP = 45/45, EP = 37/55, Status = Helpless , Paralyzed x5 (DC 70 or lose turn, -5d10 attack/dodge/grapple and some other stuff that likely won't matter)

Galo: HP = 48/48, PP = 31, EP = 33, Status = Fine

Aereia: Sage
Taron: Head Sentinel of Clyons
Aegea: Healer from Clyons
Treyzine: Seer from Clyons
Shlei: Depressed Smith from Clyons
Strange Jewelry Man

Find the Faerie Under the Stars at the Highest Peak
Find the Lone Formori Hunter
Strange Lucky Necklace

Rolls
Resistance vs Paralysis: Success.
Ilona's Dodge: 39

Ilona's attacks: 65 and 59 vs 66 and 44, one hit and one miss.
Damage: 57 damage, successfully killing one of them.

The boss once again hits her with psychic scream, this time with X =3 with 5 EP to protect his boys, again costing him 12 EP.
Damage: 8 and Ilona will again take a -1 penalty per dice to attack, Dodge, and Grapple rolls, a 2 die penalty to Casting Checks, a -5 penalty to Resistance checks, -1 Trade die for Stealth and Perception checks, and a -10 penalty to Bull Rush, Overrun, and Swim checks next turn.

The mook formori attack, starting with the two who got screamed last round;
Attacks: 42 and 46, both hit.
Damage: 23 and 21, both minus way more than that so 1 damage each.
Resistance: Both succeed.

The other three formori attack, having used defensive fighting for 3 extra dodge dice.
Attacks: 25 vs 29 misses, 32 vs 24 hits, 37 vs 19 hits.
Damage: Same, 1 damage each.
Resistance: One failure, one success. One more stack of paralyzed.

The formori continued swim over and in front of her, forming a shield between the momentarily frazzled Ilona and the fish-headed formori who had so effectively crippled her. The mermaid was hardly helpless, however, and she lashed forward into their midst in an effort to thin the ranks in front of her. The formori scattered away from her, however, leaving her first strike missing entirely, cutting through nothing but water and seaweed. They immediately closed back in towards her, however, and so with a quick flourish Ilona was able to send her halberd towards one. It caught the amphibious creature by surprise, allowing her to gouge the weapon into its gut, disemboweling him as the axe-head of her polearm ripped through his gut.

Before she could take any sort of confidence from her half triumph, however, the echoes of the last psychic scream suddenly turned into fresh waves of agony as the formori leader screamed into her mind once again, leaving the mermaid reeling. The formori continued their assault despite having lost another of their number, primitive poison tipped spears lunging at Ilona from every direction. The first strikes came from the ones that hadn't been protected from the first panicked psychic scream, her psionic shield forced to adapt quickly and push hardened water into their path. Both of the strikes got through despite her quick adaptation, however, merely robbed of some of their force before jabbing into her armor but still just barely scraping her skin. Again she felt the paralytic venom spreading into her system, but again it was reduced to little more than a slight numbness as the poison wasn't delivered deep enough or in sufficient volume to properly take effect.

The other three formori struck in unison as Ilona was reeling from the spears that had managed to pierce her skin, made to twist away lest they be pushed deeper into her flesh. She just barely managed to deflect one of them with her own weapon, but the other two jabbed into her around the shoulder and through the scales of her tail. Her blood joined that of the formori that she had already slain, albeit in far less a quantity, and this time the poison rushed into her system and left her limbs seizing slightly. Even as she pushed through those muscle contractions, it suddenly took painful effort to push through the venom's effects and continue fighting. Even so, she was fighting their game now; if she'd been able to clear enough of them Ilona might have been able to take out the troublesome hybrid, but there were still too many for her to cut through the screen, and in the meantime they would keep on jabbing at her with those poisoned spears.

Rolls
She can now fail the paralysis check on a 4 or less, I'll just roll it now.
Resistance: 6 succeeds.
Ilona's Dodge: 34

Attacks: 58 and 37 vs 57 and 56, hit and miss.
Damage: Fatal.

The boss once again hits her with psychic scream, this time with X =3 with 5 EP to protect his boys, again costing him 12 EP.
Damage: 8 and Ilona will again take a -1 penalty per dice to attack, Dodge, and Grapple rolls, a 2 die penalty to Casting Checks, a -5 penalty to Resistance checks, -1 Trade die for Stealth and Perception checks, and a -10 penalty to Bull Rush, Overrun, and Swim checks next turn.

The formori all attack: 36 hits, 45 hits, 29 hits, 22 hits.
Damage: All gonna be 1 damage.
Resistance: 3 of 4 fail, giving Ilona 3 more stacks of paralyzed. The DC to make the paralysis check is now 70 which Ilona cannot make without a natural 20. She is rendered helpless by the poison.

The formori circled around her like sharks now, the amphibious group jabbing at her constantly. Ilona managed to strike out at one of them once again, but just as she delivered the second the leader shrieked into her again, formless psionic sound reverberating through her skull and ruining her swing enough for the formori to swim backwards and out of her reach. That still left four of them to rush in and jab at her, and this time every single one of them managed to pierce her. All of the blows were shallow, softened by her armor and her psychic shield, but her concentration was spread too thinly now to properly defend against all of them. The strikes each dug deep enough to properly introduce their poisoned payload into Ilona's bloodstream, and each one left her muscles seizing.

The group retracted as if waiting, but this time Ilona could barely shift her arm to raise her weapon. It was like her muscles worked, but only in extremely slow motion and with a great deal of twitching. The paralysis quickly spread all throughout her body, leaving her tail unable to provide the motion necessary to keep her floating, and as she floated listlessly towards the ocean floor the formori closed in. Her psychic shield faltered and faded as the poison spread to her head, and with their prey helpless the group quickly wrenched the weapon out of her hands. It took some effort to drag the polearm out of Ilona's grip, but ultimately her weapon would be claimed from her, and two of them would grab her under the arms.

The lead formori said something, and one of the two holding her said something in response. The conversation lasted for a few moments, a few of the other formori interjecting, but ultimately they seemed to reach some sort of conclusion after one of them pointed out a shark coming in, likely drawn to them by the scent of blood. One of the remaining formori gathered up the spears of their fallen, another grabbed up the net that the leader had been carrying, and the group was off, Ilona carried between two of them.

They didn't go far, however. A coral formation provided color to a group of boulders, and they drifted under one of them and stopped, Ilona's armaments and their own tossed aside. The lead formori dragged something from his loincloth, a needle-like tooth of a serpent or eel attached to a reservoir of greenish liquid. Suddenly, Ilona felt the familiar connection to another mind forming, though to one like nothing that she had never encountered before. "Heheh... Caught you, fish lady... Now we make sure you don't get away while we put a litter in you!" It was almost undoubtedly the leader's voice, given the leering expression on his face, but Ilona wouldn't have long to respond before the fish-faced formori lunged forward and jabbed her in the collar with the needle and squeezed the reservoir, sending its contents pouring into her bloodstream. The paralysis grew even more powerful, to the point that she couldn't even move a muscle, but with it came a tingling in her belly that grew second by second.

In the meantime, the formori - some of them hesitating slightly - began tearing apart her armor. They weren't particularly adept at it, and the straps of her finely shaped plating were treated rather roughly before the suit was ultimately dropped into a pile with the rest of her gear. That left her clad only in her underthings, and the leering formori leader gestured for the others to shift back as he floated towards her himself. "Me first... I'm gonna make you pregnant! You'll replace every one you killed and then some!" He said as he ripped off her sparse bottoms, exposing her slit, but without further adieu he ripped off her bra as well, "but first... I'm gonna see how these taste!"

The formori leaned in as he spoke into her mind, and his lips sealed against one of her breasts shortly after. For a few moments the mutant creature suckled, his mouth closing over nearly half the surface of her breast while one of his hands palmed the other, squeezing and kneading. As her peak hardened at the attention, the sensations not altogether different from how Galo's suckers felt when he elected to molest her, the formori's tongue began to lap at the sensitive nub. For minutes the creature's tongue flicked up and down, rolling repeatedly over her peak, and all the while she would be able to watch down below, between her molested cleavage, as the formori's member hardened. It pulsed and squirmed as it stiffened towards full mast, far far thicker than any of her companion's tentacles had ever been, its surface slightly rough like the skin of a shark, but as the tip emerged finally from a fleshy enclosure Ilona would see that it was covered in dozens of dumpy nodules that pointed in every direction.

After a short while the formori's leg hooked over her hip and he drew himself in, and just as that tip pressed against her unprotected slit she saw that a drop of thick, white fluid oozed from the tip of each of those bumps. "Get ready... I'm gonna breed you now!" he murmured into her mind, and then began to press forward against the resistance of her initial tightness. At first her body naturally resisted, perhaps even a little more tightly given the poison keeping her muscles from working properly, but there was no other protection that she could make for herself now. Any efforts to conjure a telekinetic barrier like she did for Galo came to life momentarily only to flicker out after a second or so. Slowly, inevitably, the pressure built until it matched her body's resistance and Ilona felt the bulbous, knobbly tip begin to slide into her, and then just as inevitably it increased to the point that the formori's cock slid into her until her resisting tightness finally stopped it when it was about halfway inside of her.

The formori released his lips grip on her tit to let out a sound, likely a groan, and at that point there was no denying at this point that the unnatural member of the mutant creature didn't hit her in all of the right places. The knobs stimulated every nerve as they dragged against her inner walls, and the intense stimulation of even the formori's rod resting inside of her was rapidly overwhelming the discomfort of being so filled. The formori dragged itself back, still groaning in ecstasy, and then slid forward again to reclaim the ground he had surrendered and then some. While not as long as Galo's tentacles, the formori's cock was more than enough to fill her fully, and slowly but surely that was what he did. Every time he stopped he had gotten just a little bit deeper into her fertile, unprotected pussy, and every time he slid back to leave only the tip worrying the sensitive points just past her entrance. Every stroke left the pleasure of the rape overwhelming the discomfort, at least in a purely physical sense; the formori's rod was different than anything she'd ever felt and the uniqueness of the situation made it impossible to fully ignore.

Where Galo's tentacles were soft, the formori's rod was incredibly hard, like corded muscle. Where Galo's skin was smooth, its was rough. Where the suckers on his squirming appendages pressed all over intermittently, the pleasure caused by the formori was concentrated around the head. Where Galo's tentacles squirmed wildly inside of her, the formori's rod was so thick and hard that it barely bent at all even though it seemed to possess a slight prehensile nature of its own. Perhaps most prominently, the formori was entirely bareback, leaving their contact flesh to flesh and thus significantly more satisfying, albeit also significantly more frightening given the fate that she now seemed unable to escape.

"So fucking tight... D'you like having a real alpha inside you finally? This is all you're good for now, so you'd better learn to enjoy it!" Deeper and deeper each stroke went, until finally Ilona felt the formori's tip sliding against the fleshy vents to her egg sacks. The nerves around them were intensely sensitive, leaving double the pleasure coursing suddenly up the helpless mermaid's spine, and from then on every stroke dragged the bulbous tips from which its semen constantly oozed across that hyper-tactile region. A few strokes later he was driving himself in practically to the hilt while fully stimulating her fertility, his hips colliding with hers as the formori delved deep and hard, and with his desired depth reached the formori began to hasten his motions. The other formori were visibly hard around her, undoubtedly each ready to take their turn once their leader was finished, but that would take some time it seemed. Minutes would pass, the mutant half-breed occasionally resuming his sucking on her breasts while roughly fucking Ilona's defenseless pussy relentlessly, before the inevitable conclusion threatened.

The formori leader released her breast one last time to let out another low groan that burst from his too-wide mouth in the form of bubbles, and his thrust simultaneously took on a frantic pace and shallow depth that kept his tip constantly grinding over her vents. She felt the stimulation constantly teasing them to open, and in the meantime the pulsating member buried in her sex seemed to pulse harder. It grew, starting at the base, and within it Ilona felt a heat trailing down towards her, into her, going along in time with the widening of the shaft. "Gonna cum inside you.... Be sure and make plenty of eggs for me!"
 
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Ilona lunged herself at the foul creatures who shielded their more brutish leader, but her head was spinning from the earlier assault on her mind, and she managed only to slice a couple of stalks of kelp in two. She wasn't discouraged, however; she knew they would come after her again, and that would be her chance. Sure enough they closed in and one of them slipped up, giving her all the opening she needed. Her weapon dug into the bottom of his stomach, just above his crotch, and sliced him open almost to his ribs, the frog-like creature floating limply with his guts oozing out into the water. One less of the foul things to worry about... but she was quickly learning that the small ones weren't her greatest problem.

Indeed, her mind was attacked once again as she made to move at another of them, stopping her in her tracks. She shuddered and staggered for a moment in the water, providing an opening for the two formori who had been temporarily disabled by the first psychic blast to rush in behind her and stab at her with their spears. She couldn't manage to get out of the way in time, her shield could only blunt the impact along with her armor... and the poisoned tips of them got through. They were glancing blows, just barely deep enough to leave her tingling with local numbness. She had to quickly get away from them though, or else they would be able to push their spears deeper...

And in her effort to pull away the others gained openings to attack her, one of them barely deflected by her own spear, but two others managed to get through her defenses. One of them jammed into her shoulder through her armor, deep enough to properly draw blood and get the paralytic poison into her bloodstream; a second managed to cut into her tail a bit deeper than that, the feeling of numbness growing, her muscles seizing up. This was bad! There were just too many of them, she couldn't break through to kill the larger of them, and with this many spears they didn't have to be even marginally skilled to score a lucky hit now and again. And that would only get more and more true the more blows they landed, the more their poison took effect.

Beginning to panic, she lashed out at the circling frogmen, quickly stabbing one of them to death in a single blow. In truth, had it only been these small fry she would probably have been in a good position; they were still dangerous with their numbers, but with the ability to concentrate properly on a balance of attack and defense she could have probably whittled them down slowly, keeping the damage to a minimum...

But it wasn't just the small fry. Again a loud screech echoed through her mind, combining with the twitching paralysis in her muscles to leave her frozen in her tracks for a moment as she wound up another attack, drifting helplessly for a moment as her mind blanked with pain and confusion. The remaining formori took keen advantage, charging her all at once in her moment of weakness, and before she could recover four spears penetrated her armor, deep enough into her pale flesh and blue scales to draw blood into the water and poison her.

The mermaid's eyes went wide as she began to sink slowly towards the bottom, her tail fluttering almost at random as her muscles contracted madly against her will, her hands clenched into impossibly tight fists around a spear she couldn't even manage to lash out with. Inwardly she cursed. There was no way she could keep fighting, not like this. Dammit! She should have dismissed her shield, allowed their spears to properly run her through. Death would have been a much preferable outcome compared to what was going to happen to her now! The formori backed away from her for a moment, ensuring that the poison would take effect on her before coming back to grab her spear, to pull it from her grasp. She tried to do something, anyway... But her arms moved in slow motion, and any attempt on her part to lash out at them with her mind faltered pretty much instantly. Still, her hands clutched at her weapon in a deathgrip, and it took quite a bit of effort for them to take it from her... though eventually they managed it.

Pangs of fear and regret washed over her as the vile creatures hooked their arms under hers, pulling her towards the others as they began speaking in their filthy language. Apparently they wanted to bring her somewhere less bloody, less likely to attract the unwanted attention of sharks and other such creatures. There was a hunk of coral and rock nearby that would shelter them just fine, so that was where they dragged her. She tried to fight against them any way she could, to resist every bit she was able, but it all amounted to nothing. They were going to defile her. They were going to rape her and fill her with their degenerate children! All of them! A feeling of helplessness and despair filled her, gnawing at her as they settled in under an overhanging rock.

The leader of the formori fished something out from his loincloth, some kind of... was that a needle? A fresh wave of panic ran through Ilona just as a connection intruded into her mind, the work of a crude and unskilled psion, and a vile voice resounded in her mind. She felt nauseous as she heard it, her own language twisted and perverted by this freakish creature... And much as she had known that they were going to breed her now that she could, hearing it said aloud sent a shudder of revulsion through her. She considered responding, replying with something hateful, but before she could she felt the needle he was carrying plunge into the soft flesh at her collarbone, some kind of liquid released into her.

Almost immediately she felt it take effect. The feeling of weakness and numbness in her limbs increased ten-fold, her every muscle seizing painfully and then locking up almost completely. She couldn't so much as flutter her tail or turn her head, her eyes locked wide open as she unintentionally projected her horror to the formori leader. Even the rise and fall of her chest was shallow, barely perceptible as she breathed. At the same time there was something else... a tingling warmth at the pit of her belly, one that grew more prominent as time went by. She didn't know what it was exactly, but she knew it couldn't have been good...

They were stripping her armor off clumsily by then and she almost would have done it for them if she could have; they were just so damn bad, manhandling it and nearly breaking the straps before they could get it off, unceremoniously tossing it into a pile with her weapons. Gods she felt so low and awful, stripped down only to the skimpy underclothes she wore to annoy her parents and knowing that they wouldn't last very long at all. She could barely look away from the bigger of the bastards as he approached her, tearing her flimsy bottoms from her body and revealing her fertile sex as he announced his intention to make her deeply, overwhelmingly pregnant. She didn't respond, wouldn't respond to such base filth as this creature! Still, the emotions she felt she couldn't keep from leaking through their connection... And right now he would be able to feel the strongest of them, fear and hate mingling within her as she glared at him.

He stripped off her bra then, a hand swiftly grabbing one of her soft breasts and squeezing it hard, his oversized mouth latching onto the other and sucking. His tongue lapped at her sensitive nipple, which quickly stiffened under the assault, little jolts of pleasure running through her. It was the first of many such betrayals her body would commit over the coming moments, a little expression of the enjoyment her body was experiencing that her mind and soul were not. And all the while she was more or less forced to stare down her paralyzed body helplessly, past the creature that was roughly handling her breasts and to his rapidly stiffening cock. She had actually never seen anything of the like before... It was quite thick, the head bulbous and covered in nodules and bumps and... really it was quite disgusting. Were mermen anything like that? Surely not...

It wasn't long before the creature brought one of his legs around Ilona's waist, pulling her in closer. The fat tip of his deformed member pushed against her unprotected sex, oozing some kind of strange white fluid out of each of those odd bumps as he pushed... and pushed... Her mind screamed out to resist, to pull away, but her body didn't cooperate, and she could only look on in horror as he tried to penetrate her, his announcement that he was going to breed her echoing in her head.

Her body put up a fight even paralyzed, her lower lips shutting him out but... there was nothing she could do, it couldn't last forever. He forced her open slowly, and even as she tried to create a barrier against him with her mind he shattered it repeatedly; she was just too weak and tired right now. Once her initial resistance was crushed the formori slipped into her fairly quickly to the halfway point, causing her to let out just the slightest little "ghhk" into the water, a few bubbles floating from her lips to mingle with those her foul rapist emitted as he groaned out his pleasure.

For the mermaid it was pain she felt... at least initially. That hard, thick tip battered into her, spreading her paralyzed inner walls tightly around him, so very tightly! He pulled back and every fiber of her being screamed to fight him, to escape from his next thrust, but... she could only float there helplessly, watching as he violated her. Worse still, the pain was slowly receding as her body got used to the size of his member, pleasure creeping in.

It was like nothing she'd ever felt before. His member was so hard and unyielding, the head battering her inner walls apart and shaping her to it in a far different sensation than when Galo's tentacles squirmed inside of her. Even without trying he was hitting her everywhere he needed to, stroking over the most sensitive spots inside of her with ease as he took her deeper and deeper, claiming more and more of her depths for his cock. He taunted her mentally and hatred flared within her, a look of pure rage flashing in her eyes for a moment as he started to thrust harder and deeper.

She couldn't maintain it for very long though. She could feel her pleasure building slowly but inevitably... and a sense of utter revulsion and disgust ran through her. She steeled herself mentally, trying to force herself to ignore the feeling of all her most sensitive spots being pounded against. To some extent it was working, at least for a time... but then she felt him start to push against the vents that led to her egg sacs, the feeling of those most sensitive regions being teased brutally by his cock sending electric jolts of pleasure running through her. But also little jolts of absolute horror. The feeling of their being stimulated, teased and coaxed... His body was urging hers to give in most completely, to become fertile and await his seed.

And as he pounded her as deeply as he could she knew that, as much as the idea revolted her, he could probably force her into that submission. He was teasing and sucking her breasts repeatedly, rapidly slamming his hips against her motionless body, and try as she might she couldn't keep the pleasure from welling up inside of her. And... if she couldn't contain herself...

It seemed the formori leader was quite eagerly approaching his finish, shifting to thrust in rapid but small strokes, repeatedly tickling against her vents and stimulating her incredibly powerfully. So much, so quick... If she hadn't been paralyzed she would've been thrashing about in the throes of her pleasure, but instead there wasn't any external warning of what was happening inside of her... And then, in the very moment he taunted her and demanded that she produce her eggs for him, it happened. He would feel a slight, feeble clenching around his pulsating rod, but the true signs that a powerful orgasm was rippling through her were the red flush to her chest and face and the intense, powerful feeling of shame and disgust with herself that pervaded through their mental connection.

This creature... this filth had brought her to a climax! Not only was that shameful and sickening, she knew that it was causing her to do exactly as he had commanded, her egg sacs starting to go to work, eggs escaping to await fertilization by the formori's seed, his attentions to her vents forcing her fertility into overdrive. A feeling of despair washed over her, her resistance to the pleasure crumbling along with everything else as she could do nothing but feel the dreadful aftershocks of her orgasm as she waited on him to have his own and no doubt fill her belly with his offspring.
 
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Ilona: HP = 47/90, PP = 45/45, EP = 37/55, Status = Helpless , Paralyzed x5 (DC 70 or lose turn, -5d10 attack/dodge/grapple and some other stuff that likely won't matter) Pregnant (3 successful impregnats, litter currently sits at 14 of the psychic formori's spawn and 13 of the other random formori's)

Galo: HP = 48/48, PP = 31, EP = 33, Status = Fine

Aereia: Sage
Taron: Head Sentinel of Clyons
Aegea: Healer from Clyons
Treyzine: Seer from Clyons

The formori gasped as the paralyzed mermaid's inner walls seized around him, her inner walls weakened by the poison in her bloodstream but still able to flutter enticingly as a result of Ilona's unwanted orgasm. The hideous creature leered at her, his thrusts slowing as she went through her peak, but what little mercy she might take that as didn't last long. His pace renewed as her folds began to relax, but it only lasted for a few seconds before he drove himself as deep as he could go and remained. Ilona felt its member squirming lightly inside of her, leaving its knobbly tip grinding constantly against the hyper-sensitive vents located deep inside of her. Only a few seconds later she felt the formori shudder, and at long last the first burst of liquid heat erupted into her.

The first burst was a small one, but even then the formori's cum seemed to erupt in every direction at once, jets of it bursting from each of the knobs coating the head. The next throb was a dry one, but already Ilona felt the heat spreading through her belly as her inner vents drew the monstrous formori's seminal fluid into her egg sacks. Every deep stroke had urged her reproductive system to greater activity, many of her ovum ripening in preparation for what her rape had signaled was soon to come, and her orgasm had only hastened the process helped in no small part by the drugs she had been injected with. By the time those first minor bursts of semen had been drawn into her, nearly a dozen eggs lay waiting and ready for fertilization, and even more were already preparing to "open" on their strands.

That first small shot was inevitably followed by a much, much larger one, a veritable explosion of liquid heat that spread inside of Ilona and sparked an instinctive physical satisfaction despite the horror playing through her mind. Cum spewed in all directions to be drawn by her body's own traitorous reactions outwards, into her egg sacks, and there the hordes of sperm swarmed through her system with only one purpose; to pass on the formori genes that they contained... And it was a purpose at which they would find very quickly find success, millions descending upon her eggs even if only one would be able to pierce each of her ovum's outer walls to ultimately join with them.

Burst after burst of the formori's potent seed would erupt into her, seven in total before they tapered off to minor squirts comparable more to the first little shot that had started Ilona's forced seeding. Even after his eruption proper was over the formori remained hilted deep inside, starting to offer short thrusts that squirmed his rod inside of her to revel in the pleasure of cumming inside of her. After a few moments he reached down to rub a hand over her belly and leered at her, looking her in the eyes. "You were good.... I'll enjoy you again before we take you back home! Be sure to have more of mine than anyone else's!" the fish-headed formori said smugly into her mind, and through that connection she could feel the satisfaction that the creature felt at having conquered and defiled her.

The other formori were crowded around her, however, each waiting their own turn, and they weren't to be denied. Their leader pulled out of Ilona, prehensile member squirming until the bulbous tip rested against her belly, just over her womb where even then the vile creature's swimmers were doing their work, but the creature had only a few seconds more to gloat before his allies lost patience and bullied him aside. Two of the other formori, grunting something into the water that the mermaid couldn't understand, grabbed him and pulled him away. He said something back angrily, bristling, but was evidently overruled by a chorus, leaving the rest to close in... Likely to Ilona's horror. All of them had disrobed while their leader was taking his turn, and their alien members possessed mostly similar size and shape to his own, though the full-blood formori's members were thinner at the shaft and a bit more mobile, making their cocks seem even more unnatural. One of those who had pulled the leader away was first to swim into position in front of her, and unlike their leader this one didn't waste any time with teasing or gloating, it simply lined itself up and press forward until her nether lips yielded.

Again her rapist's knobbly tip seemed to grind against every one of her sweet spots, especially so in her deepest portions, ensuring that what little of the leader's cum hadn't been drawn where it counted was quickly sucked up as the beast further stimulated her vents. The amphibious looking creature groaned as he hilted inside of her, its rod squirming around inside vigorously in a manner almost reminiscent of one of Galo's tentacles, but again the differences were too intense for her to try and imagine her faithful companion in her rapist's place were she hoping to find solace in a fantasy. Her second assailant didn't spend long reveling in her tightness, however, and after a couple of seconds reared back to start thrusting hard and fast. There was no technique, no build up, and it was clear both that the formori didn't care much about her pleasure and wasn't going to last particularly long... But it didn't matter in the end.

Thrust after thrust left his bulbous head worrying her vents, stoking her fertility and sending shocks of intense pleasure shooting up the paralyzed mermaid's spine. The familiar knot of oncoming orgasm built in her belly again, the whole thing playing itself out all over again as she went from her first creampie quickly towards her second, and after a few minutes the horror reached apex once more. This time her orgasm came right along with that of her formori rapist, the first splashes of its thick liquid heat against her deepest reaches triggering her own peak and ensuring that the monster's cum - all five massive bursts of it and all six smaller spurts that came in the afterglow - was drawn into her egg sacks, its sperm competing for the mermaid's freshly readied eggs with those of the fish-headed formori who had claimed her first. Ilona's first batch might have gone entirely to their leader, but the full-blooded formori proved even more potent, and the near constant stimulation of her vents had done even more to heighten her fecundity for the start of their competition. Ultimately, Ilona's body surrendered even more of her eggs to the horrid creatures, every last one of the prepared ones claimed by one formori or another... And it wasn't even over yet.

The second formori pulled out without fanfair once his orgasm had played itself out to make room for the next, who lined up his own alien member with her slit and pressed in just like the second. Inch after inch of fresh monstrous cock claimed her body, and again he waited only a few seconds after fully burying himself before rearing back to begin pumping steadily and mercilessly into her unprotected folds, starting the whole process over again for the third time... But obviously not the last, as the rest of the gang that had caught her girded themselves for their own turns and the leader floated about in the background, scowling as he awaited his threatened second bout.
 
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The formori slowed his thrusts as he detected Ilona's orgasm, grinning down at her cruelly, and she felt as if she could just die. He was so close, she could tell, but he was seemingly holding back just to witness her defeat and taunt her... As soon as the unwanted bliss subsided and her inner walls calmed again he began to pound her at full speed, bringing yet more pleasure to her sensitive body. She could feel him deep within, teasing at her most sensitive of spots, provoking her fertility yet more... He didn't last much longer before she felt heat spurt inside of her, and she couldn't help but to wail out into the water in despair as she felt him seed her.

The formori leader absolutely gushed his semen into her, blasting it against her vents which were primed and ready to traitorously suck it in, transporting it to her defenseless eggs... The flood of fertile cum provoked within the mermaid an odd and unwanted sense of satisfaction, a pleasant feeling in the seat of her belly as if this were just what she needed. A deep instinctual desire to be bred was being fulfilled, and it only made her feel all the more foul and disgusting for it. That she was now pregnant there could be no doubt. The only question was how many of his offspring she was carrying.

The fish-headed creature seemed in no hurry to pull out of her, instead carrying on with short little shallow thrusts that continued to stroke her vents and cause them to quiver, taking in more and more of his seed. He reached down and rubbed her stomach, provoking a sense of revulsion as he announced that he would be having a second go at her before long, though at the very least he wasn't going to get his chance immediately. The others were getting antsy, and as their leader pulled out of her they pushed and tugged him away from her.

There wasn't anything reassuring about that, of course. It only meant that a different formori was going to rape her now. They argued angrily back and forth but Ilona didn't care, it was all so immaterial to her. One of them soon swam in front of her, the next beneficiary of her defeat. An idle glance told her that he was a little bit different from the apparent half-breed before him, his member thinner but seemingly able to sway about on its own. She was quite sure she was about to learn all about the differences between them soon...

And sure enough the formori didn't hesitate. He just pressed himself against her and pushed until he was in. A slight tinge of pain ran through her, but that was almost entirely because of the paralysis that gripped her. By now her body was otherwise quite ready for him, after all, and now that she didn't have the spirit to resist it pleasure rippled through her as he began to thrust. As with the first formori this one could penetrate her deeply, his somewhat prehensile cock squirming against her vents in a way that would have easily pounded down any attempt to avoid feeling the pleasure. Her most sensitive spots were quivering softly, accepting more and more cum into them and depositing it amongst her ripe eggs... and all the while the stimulation coaxed her body to greater heights of fertility, more eggs slipping into place to serve as easy targets for both what was already there and also what was to come.

Ilona could feel a second shameful orgasm building within her, mere minutes after her first. This formori didn't even seem to be trying! He was just fucking her fast and hard, using her as a tool to achieve his own climax, a fertile body to dump offspring in. And yet, even without trying he was bringing her undeniable pleasure. She was close, so close... and then she felt his hot seed pour out into her and almost immediately her own body reacted with an orgasm of its own, her inner walls clenching feebly against him as if trying to milk him, her vents fluttering as they tried to suck down as much of his cum as he would give to them, yet more eggs readying themselves to be fertilized...

Another wave of shame and despair crashed over her along with her bliss. She couldn't imagine a more complete surrender than this; her helpless body finding its climax not in spite of the foul creature's, but because of it, deep instincts demanding that help her rapist to impregnate her! And there could be no doubt that she was to be heavily pregnant already... More and more cum gushed into her to be dutifully sucked into her egg sacks, burst after burst filling her up intensely full... And almost as soon as the last dregs of cum had drooled out of him the formori pulled out of her and swam away, making room for the next.

How many more times would the mermaid be fucked even before they took her back to their lair? How many of these foul creatures would ultimately put half-breeds in her belly? Her mind wandered to consider it as the third formori swam up to her, though he simply penetrated her almost immediately and went to work. There was no pain now. Only increasing pleasure as he pounded away vigorously at her defenseless sex, effortlessly hitting all of her most sensitive spots... It was becoming easier now, and doubtless it wouldn't take her as long to reach her third peak as it had the previous two. How little it had taken to force her body to submit... and as her despair deepened she could only think with horror about what was to come, what life would be like in the lair of these awful beasts.
 
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Ilona: HP = 47/90, PP = 45/45, EP = 37/55, Status = Helpless , Paralyzed x5 (DC 70 or lose turn, -5d10 attack/dodge/grapple and some other stuff that likely won't matter) Pregnant (3 successful impregnations, litter currently sits at 14 of the psychic formori's spawn and 13 of the other random formori's)

Galo: HP = 48/48, PP = 31, EP = 33, Status = Fine

Aereia: Sage
Taron: Head Sentinel of Clyons
Aegea: Healer from Clyons
Treyzine: Seer from Clyons

The third formori wasn't so different from the second at first, raping the helpless mermaid quickly and brutally. For a minute or so his hips slammed away just like the last, pounding Ilona's pussy fast and deep and ensuring that her vents spasmed with every stroke, drawing the soupy mix of potent formori cum into her egg sacks. The heat spread through her belly as the sperm-rich fluid was drawn in to pollute every last nook and cranny of her reproductive system. The stroking of her vents inspired her eggs to ripen, and as each was exposed on the "vines" from which they hung hordes of formori sperm immediately besieged them. One by one they were pierced by her attacker's swimmers, formori genes combining with her own... Or perhaps more accurately conquering them, given that all of the resulting children would more resemble they than she, adopting perhaps some of her race's psionic talent and fish-like appearance but little else. Yet, even now there was the danger that her brood would grow, the drugs that she'd been injected with and the deeper strokes together amplifying her already impressive fecundity.

After a few moments the one pounding her slid in deep and remained, his hips stirring quickly but with short clipped motions as his swollen eyes rolled up into the back of his head. He was obviously reveling in the bliss offered by the hapless mermaid's tight folds, Ilona could see that plastered all across his face even given his alien features, but those shallow strokes just left him grinding her most sensitive spots constantly. Constant bursts of pleasure shocked her as he shallowly fucked her, but it was only a minute or so before she felt his twitching, squirming rod stiffen and then erupt, fresh cum firing in all directions and coating her inner walls anew. The wet heat spread inside of her with every spurt of fresh formori seed that splattered against her vents, and it seemed that this particular formori was fairly pent up since he just kept cumming and cumming and cumming. The creature erupted into her for nearly a minute, bubbles erupting from his mouth, and he pumped her deep and fast all the while... And continued even after.

The creature's companions apparently hadn't realized that he had already cum into Ilona, as they floated about while he just kept up humping away. After another few minutes he began retracting further only to slam harder than any had before into her defenseless sex, forcing her bound, paralyzed body to rock in place with the impacts of his strokes. Pure, primal satisfaction roared into her brain as the latest formori to enjoy her did so with brutal gusto, and seconds later her body was made to seize in yet another orgasm that quickly prompted the creature raping her to erupt for a second time. This time he drove himself in to the hilt, letting his rod's prehensile nature cause it to squirm inside of her even as fresh seed poured from it in every direction. Again the formori's load proved massive, streams erupting from his bulbous head to flood her deepest reaches all over again. Ilona could plainly feel it roiling inside of her, and with every pulse of pleasure her inner vents drew more of it into her egg sacks.

The third didn't remain inside of her for long, but when he did pull out he didn't move away immediately, instead prodding at her slit teasingly with his shaft and staring at her in an almost affectionate manner. He wouldn't be left there for too long, however, as his companions ultimately dragged him away, tossing him to the back of the coral chamber to which they had taken her, and then another simply took his place.

The fourth formori to enjoy her took his time, lining his tip up with her slit but not thrusting into her immediately, instead letting his knobbly head rub across her outer lips while he grabbed one of her breasts. The creature was rougher than Galo had ever been, squeezing and kneading the mermaid's soft bosom and occasionally tweaking or rubbing the hardened peak. When he did penetrate her, he did so slowly but deliberately, putting in a bit of extra pressure when he was really deep and ensuring that her vents received stronger pressure. Remaining fully embedded into of her, the formori kept groping her chest while his rod twitched and squirmed, pressing against her vents and the sensitive patches of nerves around them. Explosions of raw sensation rebuilt the pressure in her belly all too quickly, forcing Ilona towards another orgasm in minutes while the creature leered at her. It said something and then began to lightly thrust, moving no more than an inch or so and doing so slowly and gently, and continued doing so until she was cumming wildly on its cock.

The creature laughed in her face as she came, and before she'd even come down from her climax the creature started pounding into her with fast, deep strokes that left that bulbous head pounding into her sweet spots. Her body was rocked repeatedly with the impacts of it plowing deep into her unprotected folds, and she could feel its tip in her belly... Where he would plant his seed, just like the others who had already cum inside of her. Their semen had already flooded every nook and cranny of her fertile depths, ensuring with absolute certainty that Ilona would be pregnant with a litter of their spawn. The only question now was; how many? The formori ultimately added a dose of his own genetic gift to the slurry roiling in her belly all too soon, spurts of fresh seed again sparking an unwanted orgasm that only drove her to suck the hot, soupy goo towards and through her vents to join the mix sloshing around in her most fertile depths.

Her fourth partner pulled out, and this time a bit of their cum oozed out of her into the water. The misty white dissipated slowly, a visual reminder of what exactly they'd been pumping her full of... But there were still two more who hadn't enjoyed her at all, and as the latest pulled out the next simply moved into place, pressing the knobbly head of its prehensile member against her slit and pressing in...
 
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The third of the creatures to rape Ilona did so quite vigorously, his hips smashing into her at a rapid pace as his mobile cocktip squirmed in her depths, seeking out and stroking her every vent and forcing her reproductive system to take in yet more of the seed of the previous formori, to produce yet more eggs for that potent soup to overpower and fertilize. And it all felt so good... Her mind couldn't deny what her body was feeling. It didn't take long before this formori pushed himself in deeply and more or less stayed there, just grinding inside of her with quick, shallow little thrusts, teasing her sensitive depths and driving her wild!

She tried to let her mind wander, not to focus on the foul deeds being done to her, but every few seconds she was drawn right back in by a jolt of bliss, by the knowledge that she was steadily building towards yet another shameful orgasm... But this time the formori was quicker than her, much quicker in fact. She felt him stiffen further inside of her, squirming a moment before bursting cum inside of her. So much... it was so much! More and more spunk poured out of him against her vents as he continued to move shallowly inside of her, a look of absolute bliss on his face... And he didn't stop. The others, perhaps not realizing that he was cumming, just swam about waiting their turn even as he unloaded inside of her, and he seemed poised to take advantage of their ignorance.

Indeed, he continued to give her shallow thrusts all throughout his orgasm, and when it subsided finally he started to really fuck her! He pulled himself mostly out of her sex quickly, and then thrust back in so very hard and deep, sending jolts of sensation up and down her spine. Her paralyzed body rocked back and forth in time with his thrusts, helpless against the intense assault. Galo had never taken her like this before, nor had the other formori even... and her body was reacting very positively. As his thick cocktip pounded into her sensitive spots and stroked her vents harshly a tiny little seed was planted in her mind, a very small yet very deep part of her reveling in her body's submission.

It didn't take long at all for that intense fucking to drive her to yet another orgasm, a little cluster of bubbles escaping her open lips along with a quiet gurgling sound as her insides clenched around the formori feebly. She felt incredible. Simply incredible. It was a powerful climax, made all the better as it coaxed a second peak out of the formori. The feeling of his hot cum spurting out into her, pulsing against her fluttering vents, triggered a feeling of satisfaction and fulfillment in the more primal parts of her brain, her body eagerly giving in to being bred as waves of bliss washed over her.

The creature pulled out of her once the dregs of his orgasm had oozed into her, but he didn't swim away... instead he continued to rub his still-stiff member up and down across her slit, pushing against it as if to tease her while he looked at her with... was that... affection? The mermaid didn't care, she returned his gaze with a stare that seemed blank and empty. As much as certain parts of her psyche were starting to enjoy her predicament the most prevalent feeling within her was an overwhelming, near-crippling despair at her defeat and defilement. She showed no reaction as he looked at her, or when he was grabbed and pulled away, replaced by a fourth formori.

This one was a little bit different. Instead of quickly forcing his way in and beginning to pound away at her he just rubbed his prehensile cock along the length of her slit while reaching up to grope one of her breasts, squeezing hard enough that she would have winced had her face been capable of movement. It hurt, but... his cocktip kept butting up against her sensitive clit at the end of each little stroking motion up her lower lips, teasing it just enough to feel good. Even when he penetrated her he was slow about it despite how utterly sloppy her pussy had become, how simple and even pleasurable it would have been to simply ram himself in to the hilt. He was definitely teasing her deliberately, exerting his control over both her body and his own.

It became quite apparent to her that he was intimately familiar with the mermaid anatomy as he pushed himself in fully; rather than begin to thrust he simply held himself fully inside and let the prehensile tip of his member do the work he wanted... and it did it very well. He sought out each of her vents, putting immense pressure on them and stroking them firmly, forcing them to flutter and suck more of the formori cum into her egg sacks, coaxing more of her eggs to ripen only to be immediately besieged by the soup of seed already inside her. All the while he continued to grope her chest, harshly pinching and tweaking her stiff nipples, gripping her flesh so tightly it hurt, but... Gods she felt so good. He knew exactly what he was doing, and in under a minute the telltale signs of a rising orgasm began to present themselves both internally and externally, much to her own chagrin and the formori's amusement. He only needed a couple of minutes to have her clenching around his cock, yet another powerful climax rippling through her and further crumbling her will...

All the while he stared down at Ilona coldly, saying... something or other, and then slowly, gently thrusting into her. He was surprisingly gentle, much more in line with what she was used to, only using an inch or so of his length... But that would be enough. More than enough, in fact. Just as before he was very skilled, and he used those slow, shallow thrusts to stimulate her expertly, ensuring that her every vent was quivering with need, anticipating his touch eagerly every moment that he withdrew. There was just no way to deal with this. In barely any time at all he had her cumming again, and hard. Even paralyzed as she was her inner walls squeezed around the formori's shaft, a quiet gurgling groan of sheer bliss emitting from her still lips as her eyes rolled up into her head.

The froggish creature laughed at her, right in her face as she came, and then immediately began to pound her. If she had been able to move she would have been thrashing involuntarily, wild in her pleasure. The suddenly powerful, rapid thrusting only extended her orgasm, deepened it as she felt him stir up her insides and all the spunk that was already inside of her. Her body was still struggling furiously to suck as much into her egg sacks as it could, and in her current state she couldn't put together coherent thoughts long enough to be distressed by it. Even as her climax subsided he was fucking her senseless, his fat cockhead slamming into her most sensitive spots with every thrust until finally she could feel him pulse and throb and...

Then he spurted off his cum inside of her, even more hot, fertile seed pouring into her, and the feeling immediately triggered a third orgasm in quick succession, even the tiniest shred of sense fleeing her as she was overwhelmed by pleasure. This was really bad. Already it seemed her body was being conditioned to cum when she felt them seed her, deep instincts to ensure a successful breeding taking over. Finally finished, this fourth male pulled out and swam off to give the remaining two their turn, a little bit of cum flowing out of her and floating up into the ocean. As her senses returned to her she couldn't help but feel that this was as low as anyone could get. Not only was she utterly at their mercy, she was already quite well-fucked and feeling dreadfully, treasonously amazing. First they were going to bloat her belly with their cum... and then their babies. How many was she going to have? As the fifth formori moved to penetrate her she could only image herself swelling with dozens of their offspring, and the feeling of despair hung even more heavily over her.
 

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Ilona: HP = 90/90, PP = 45/45, EP = 55/55, Status = Bound, Maimed, Pregnant (5 successful impregnations, litter currently sits at 14 of the psychic formori's spawn and 23 of the other random formori's)

Galo: HP = 48/48, PP = 31, EP = 33, Status = Fine

Aereia: Sage
Taron: Head Sentinel of Clyons
Aegea: Healer from Clyons
Treyzine: Seer from Clyons

With yet another formori lining up to have his turn, Ilona's rapidly crumbling will was given hardly an instant to recover before another cock was slipping into her unprotected depths. This one was simpler than the last, as he buried himself into her twitching folds in a single firm thrust. He was bigger than any of the others, both in terms of length and thickness, and once he'd filled her completely he spent a moment forcing it to squirm within her confined depths. The pressure against her vents had never been more intense, ensuring that every squirm hit her sweet spots so firmly that spots appeared in her vision. The creature's hands slid past her hips to squeeze the natural swell of her lower half, and once he had that secure handhold he reared back and began rapidly slamming his hips into hers. The water around them roiled as the formori savagely pounded into her, the prolonged abuse ensuring that even so brutal a pace would result only in constant bursts of pleasure.

Small quantities of a mixture of her juices and the cum that her inner workings hadn't drawn into the most fertile portions of her depths with every stroke, but what little was oozing out of her would have no bearing on whether or not the group of invaders that had caught her would manage to impregnate her. That they had almost certainly already accomplished, and when the constant penetration wasn’t overwhelming her thoughts she could feel their seed roiling around in her egg sacks with the jostling motions caused by the formori fucking her.

The latest was the simplest, and perhaps the least caring of the bunch so far, but by now Ilona was totally primed for such a vigorous mating. The hard, deep thrusts pushed some of the excess seed out of her sex, but the formori’s constant rapid thrusting left the squirming, bulbous head pressing constantly into her innermost sweetspots. Every stroke forced the helpless mermaid to shudder with physical bliss as much as it rocked her around, but the formori clung on relentlessly, bubbles erupting from its mouth in regular intervals as it let out ecstatic grunts. The thing just kept going and going and going at its relentless pace, putting Ilona through a fast, brutal breeding that was traitorously satisfying to the most primal portions of her brain, and when finally he began to throb the creature only sped up further.

Even when the formori unleashed the first burst of cum meant to replace what he’d caused to flow out of Ilona’s abused sex, he continued thrusting for several seconds, leaving the majority of his first few spurts staining her inner walls. After the third, however, he drove himself to the hilt and let his semen pour directly against her spasming vents, and much like his compatriots let his twitching head spew his potent release against her deepest reaches. That only ensured that his sperm was drawn through her vents, to join that of the formori who had already enjoyed her previously in fighting over whose would conquer her eggs, more of which were slipping into place to be promptly besieged even then. Much like his thrusting, Ilona’s latest rapist proved able to cum and cum and cum, and with little space for it to go and her body’s insatiable hunger for it the mermaid’s belly began to bloat. A tiny bulge appeared over her navel, a bulge that would only grow as the rest had their turns…. And later, as their spawn grew inside of her.

For over a minute streams of cum spewed into Ilona’s depths, sucked deeper by the orgasmic contractions of inner muscles to rest against her egg sacks, and when the creature finished spurting it slid out, letting its prehensile member squirm against her belly as small spurts issued the dregs of his release against her skin, directly over where much of his massive release now lay inside of her. The creature grinned at her for a few moments, squeezing the meat of her backside while rubbing his seed against her skin, but then slipped away to make room for the next, and the last who hadn’t taken his turn on her yet.

This last formori was short and wiry and sported a scar over its left eye, and even before he was properly in place in front of her, his member squirmed energetically in search of something to penetrate. It settled into place, and promptly began sucking gently on one of her breasts. Its tongue slathered over her nipple while its lips applied intermittent pressure, an act it would continue throughout its turn, and while that extra source of pleasure warmed her right back up the formori’s shaft writhed into position against her oozing, abused slit. It wormed its way into her rather than press in by the formori’s weight, and the creature groaned against her chest as her inner walls embraced his shaft. This one sank in, slowly but surely and squirming all the while, more like one of Galo’s tentacles than any of the rest had been to that point, and then began to retract again.

This last formori’s motions back and forth were almost torturously slow, but his squirming dragged his head against every portion of her inner walls in due time. Again and again and again he went, the stimulation constant but building almost painfully slowly. This one was similar to the last in that it just seemed to keep going and going and going, but rather than the gratifying ravaging that Ilona had just suffered, now she had to deal with this one’s slowness. It’s pace forced her to concentrate on every last little sensation, and after a while he would regularly keep himself hilted to the base and let his tip squirm in circles against her vents, forcibly creating constant explosions of pleasure behind the helpless mermaid’s eyes.

Minutes on end he would go, and when her first peak hit the formori would momentarily stiffen. Midway through her orgasm the formori’s member throbbed without warning, and she felt it blow it blow its load inside of her a second later, spewing yet more fresh bursts of cum into her spasming depths. The last didn’t cum as much as the rest had, but it also didn’t pull out; as her orgasm faded, so did its, and it began to thrust again as if nothing had happened… And switched from sucking on one breast to the other and exactly replicated its first round. This one might not be the first to sneak an extra round with her, but it was more ambitious than the first, as after the second burst of semen it released into her it just kept going again. It’s body blocked the sight of her belly swelling slightly from the rest, and it gave no other obvious signs besides switching breasts that it was sucking on. The third at least proved to be the last, and towards the end it thrust into her a bit harder and faster for a few seconds before bursting into her depths, setting off an unwanted third peak that llona had to suffer through.

By that point the mermaid was thoroughly exhausted, and cum oozed from her sex in milky eruptions that floated out into the water. The hybrid formori slipped into her mind again, digging through her revulsion and hatred to examine the shameful pleasures she’d felt at their hands despite any efforts she might make to hide it. Ilona felt his mirth, and when it spoke into her thoughts she could feel its total derision for her; “You see? You enjoyed every second of it! Pathetic slut… You’re going to get to enjoy this again too, when you’ve laid our eggs. We’ll plant another clutch in you right away, and another after that, again and again and again until you die!”

The psychic formori slid back into place in front of her, his cock rubbing against her oozing slit immediately, but it took a moment to grint at her. One of the formori said something to it, and it replied, starting off a brief argument that, at one point, the psionic formori had to turn its head away from her to answer. She could feel its frustration, but as the conversation ended it seemed to have convinced the others of its position, as the creature grew more pleased than ever. “You’ll be staying right here. For now though… Have something extra to remember me by!”

As the leader enjoyed his second turn on her, at first he pounded her just like he had the first time. It seemed that he had been paying attention while the others enjoyed her, however, as his technique alternated; he spent more time buried inside of her, whirling his tip in her depths as much as the appendage could move against the press of her inner muscles. It took its time, taking nearly twice as long to cum and forcing Ilona to shudder helplessly through shameful orgasm after shameful orgasm while the attention to her inner vents drove her body to ever greater heights of fertile receptivity. It wormed around in her head as much as it did her body, enjoying her shame and despair, forcing her to concentrate on them and weave such feelings through the physical pleasures she felt, and regularly reminded her that this wouldn’t be the last time she went through this. When it came, the creature groaned, bubbles erupting against her face as she felt the triumphant bliss flood its mind, and made sure to pour its seed into her as deep as it could while the bulge in her abdomen swelled even further.

By the time it pulled out, Ilona looked visibly pregnant already, though only a little bit, and by now the pressure and stretching of her sex ensured that their seed erupted from her abused slit in steady clouds. “Now… That poison will be wearing off soon, but you’re not going anywhere. Those bonds will hold you until we come back, but we’re gonna block the entrance before we leave… Gotta make sure our new broodmother stays safe~” it explained into her mind, and again Ilona felt it’s arrogant amusement at her expense. The formori swam around her - while he had been taking his second turn the rest of the group had retrieved their belongings and left - until the last formori in the chamber was alone behind her. “But, just to make sure you CAN’T go anywhere….”

Ilona could feel the formori’s sadistic intent, and a moment later felt something hard and sharp gently dragging along the scales of her bound tail. She was secured by weaved seaweed rope, her arms to the tip of her tail and her elbows to the coral chamber’s ceiling, but it didn’t cut her bonds… Instead it grabbed her with one hand by the base of her tail, just where it widened out into the fan that allowed her to propel herself. Ilona couldn’t turn to see what it was doing, but she had a heartbeat’s warning in the form of the formori’s rush of exhilarated fury before it dug the edge of a clamshell dagger into the skin between the cartilage strands of her tail. Agony shot up the paralyzed mermaid’s spine as her blood erupted into the water, and that agony only grew as the formori mangled her tail. It cut through every skin flap, ruining the captive mermaid’s only source of locomotion thoroughly and brutally, and when it had finished the formori drifted back to admire his bloody handiwork before tossing the shell he’d used to do it onto the sandy floor.

“We’ll see you soon~” it said, before cutting off the mental link and swimming towards the entrance. The formori pushed a stone against the entrance they’d used and left her to bleed, safe from any natural predators that might put her out of her misery… Or from any hope of rescue. A tiny sliver of light filtered into the room, barely illuminated the separate clouds of cum and blood that now filled the chamber. It was very unlikely that her hobbling had been damaging enough to make her bleed to death, but it had most certainly left her unable to swim properly. It would heal, given time, but if they just kept doing it every time it healed up… Eventually, it wouldn’t. Hours would pass, the glimmer of light fading to leave her alone, shrouded in darkness as night fell, and the venom they’d used to paralyze her was finally wearing off whether Ilona was conscious or not. By the time morning came, she could move again as much as her bonds allowed, but what she would do might well be another matter.
 
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The next formori didn’t give Ilona time to think, just slamming himself into her all in one go. He had quite the cock as well… longer than the others, thicker, enough so to stretch her paralyzed inner walls quite tightly around him. Once inside he took a bit to make the tip of his dick squirm around inside of her, pressing against her vents so hard that she saw stars. Even that amount of stimulation was like a break compared to what was about to happen to her, though… He grabbed a hold of her to keep her in place after a moment and begin to rapidly, harshly thrust into her. She had been so pumped full of aphrodisiacs, so vigorously fucked already, that even that sort of rough treatment was quickly building her pleasure, no real sense of discomfort or displeasure coming to the fore despite his size and lack of care.
What was worse, the mermaid could feel the mass quantities of formori seed that had been sucked into her egg sacks, could feel it sloshing around, only reinforcing the knowledge that she was most certainly quite pregnant. The sense of shame and despair pervaded her as her latest rapist seemingly tried to pound the thoughts right out of her head, ever-present. The vile creature was clearly enjoying himself, bubbles bursting to the surface in rhythm in what probably amounted to moans, only adding to her sense of disgust.

By the time Ilona felt the formori throb inside of her she was very much so right there with him… and when she felt hot cum splash against her inner walls once more her traitor of a body came to another orgasm. Her eyes, fixed more or less straight ahead by her paralysis, were glazed with bliss as her insides weakly convulsed, clutching at her rapist’s cock while her vents sucked the soup of cum that filled her womb into her egg sacks. He continued to thrust wildly into her for a little while before burying himself to the hilt, blasting his seed against her vents. He had so much to spurt too, his orgasm seemed to go on forever, so much so that her belly was actually starting to bloat with all that seed!

The feeling only extended and deepened her own climax, the intense pleasure chipping away at her will, suppressing any desire to resist. Even if the paralytic poison were to wear off, would she even have been able to muster the strength of body and heart to fight them with egg sacks full of their foul seed and a body addled by bliss? Shameful though it was the pleasure was starting to become a necessary distraction given the alternative of thinking about just how intensely she was being bred by the creatures.

The formori pulled out in time to waste the last few squirts of his cum against Ilona’s swollen belly, the strange tip squirming against her skin and rubbing that bit of seed in as he squeezed her rear, grinning at her wickedly… though finally he swam away, leaving her with one last formori to take on. This final specimen was smaller than the others, and judging from the way his cock was squirming he was quite enthusiastic for his turn. Having to watch the others go before him had probably gotten him quite riled up. Even so he didn’t seem to be in any particular hurry when he got up to her, instead leaning in to put his mouth on one of her breasts, suckling at the sensitive orb in an almost tender way that sent pleasure running coursing through her.

Even the way he penetrated her, his cock slowly slipping into her well-fucked pussy while squirming all the way, stroking against her paralyzed inner walls. His dick squirmed its way in all the way to the hilt and then pulled back painfully slowly… It was harder to lose herself in the pleasure, to simply let it wash over her, but it was no less pleasurable to be sure. In fact it might have been even more so! Every few thrusts he would simply leave himself hilted inside of her and squirm his cocktip against her inner vents, a feeling that sent her mind reeling. Still, every time she felt as if she might be driven to a peak he pulled his cock out of her with that same agonizing speed. It was as if he was teasing her, and it was working. Even as much as she’d been fucked already, as many times as she’d reached orgasm, she was still finding herself frustrated at the momentary denial of that feeling.

Finally though, after some number of minutes, he finally drove Ilona over the edge as he whirled his tip against her vents, and this time her paralyzed inner walls convulsed just a bit more powerfully around the formori’s cock, more of the soup of seed inside of her spilling out. Partway through her orgasm she triggered the formori’s climax, milking him directly into her spasming vents. It wasn’t quite as big a load as the other of the creatures had given her, but of course it hardly mattered given how pregnant she undoubtedly was.

Once their mutual climax was over, however, the formori didn’t cease its turn. Instead it calmly switched off its suckling to her other breast, giving her soft flesh and the stiff nipple at its peak his attention as he began to thrust at that same slow pace. Again he stimulated her for minutes on end in the same pattern, stroking her vents firmly and teasing her aching sex until he brought her to another powerful orgasm that set off another for him, filling her with yet more cum and doubtless coaxing another egg or two into her sacks to be fertilized by the thick soup of reproductive material that filled them. Still the formori wasn’t satisfied, however, and he settled in for a third round much the same as the other two… though this time at the end he pounded himself into her vigorously, reaching his third climax in a way that would be obvious to the others as he spurted off inside of her, the sensation of his cum overfilling her tipped her over into another painfully intense orgasm.

By the time the last of the formori pulled out of her she was utterly and completely humiliated, physically exhausted and filled with despair. Her abused sex was puffy and red and oozing formori cum out into the water, aching with both overuse and arousal. It felt like it had been hours… perhaps it had been hours, really, she had no way of knowing.

Still, her ordeal wasn’t over yet. The halfbreed swam up to her now, worming its way into her mind and taunting her for all the pleasure she’d felt, all the times she’d gotten off on their cocks… And announced that they would be breeding her again as soon as she laid their eggs, that they would breed her until the day she died. She couldn’t have hidden the revulsion and anguish she felt even if she had wanted to, and she didn’t have the energy to try and shield her emotions from his connection at this point.

For a little while the psychic formori had to argue with one of his peers, grinding his cock against her lower lips for a few moments teasingly… The creature seemed annoyed, frustrated. Probably the others were annoyed over his taking a second turn with her or something inane like that. It seemed to prevail in the argument though, because with smug satisfaction he taunted her again and then started in on her once more. He thrusted into her with vigor just like before for a little while, but he wasn’t content to merely pound away at her… Instead he seemed to have been watching closely when his fellows fucked her, and with the help of the mental feedback she couldn’t help but to give him he seemed intent on forcing her to enjoy him as much as possible.

And all things considered he did a fine job. The halfbreed alternated between pounding Ilona and keeping himself hilted inside of her, squirming his dick against her vents in just the right ways… Thanks to the aphrodisiac poison they had pumped her full of and the intense overstimulation she had experienced she was terribly sensitive, her body a mere receptacle for pleasure and formori seed… She came, again and again and again, her inner walls fluttering helplessly around his shaft as the shame and sorrow she felt deepened, all the more so because her every emotional response was being broadcast to her rapist. All the while it probed her mind and taunted her, making clear that this wasn’t the end… She was going to have to feel this many more times in the future.

He seemed to last absolutely forever throughout the ordeal, and the mermaid lost all track of how many orgasms he forced her to after barely any time at all… But finally he spurted off his cum deep inside of her, pouring one last load against her vents as she felt his revolting bliss float through their mental connection. Her belly was quite bloated by then, absurdly so; it looked as if she had been pregnant for months already. When the formori pulled out a gush of cum burst from her puffy, red lower lips and into the water, the excess proving just how much she had been filled with.

He took a few moments to bind her with rope made of seaweed then, her arms tied together behind her, connected to her tail and then the roof of the little cave, holding her quite securely… But that didn’t satisfy the foul creature. He told her they would block the entrance before they left, and indeed she was alone with him… But then he mentioned making sure she couldn’t leave another way, and she had a moment’s notice to realize what he was about to do when she felt something sharp against her tail. She tried to brace herself, but of course she could never have been prepared for the feeling that came next.

Ilona could feel the halfbreed’s sheer rage as he grabbed her tail and began to shred it with a dagger… The pain was nearly unbearable as he ripped her tail fin apart, slicing between the thin strands of cartilage that held it together, and even paralyzed her body trembled. Blood began to pour from the wound, staining the water of the cave crimson as the formori tore every last flap of skin on her tail to ragged pieces. The sheer agony was unparalleled, and as the formori taunted her and then broke their mental connection to leave she could barely think. She was only just starting to recover enough to focus on something other than the pain by the time the creatures rolled a stone over the entrance to the cave, leaving only the tiniest little sliver of light shining into it.

And there in the darkness Ilona’s body slowly recovered from its paralysis, trembling with sobs. She could feel the warmth in her belly, the proof that she had been utterly and completely bred by the beasts, and the pain in her tail was still horrid and likely would be so for quite some time. She was crippled, at least temporarily… It would heal, probably, though the scars were likely to be ugly and any further damage while it was healing would be more and more likely to be permanent. The more she thought the deeper she slipped into despair, the more her body was wracked by sobs until finally, exhausted, she drifted into a sleep that would give her no relief.

She awoke some time later… Probably morning if the light was anything to go by, but it was hard to tell. The mermaid could move again, though she was bound of course. Every little motion of her tail reminded her that she had been hobbled, making her cringe with pain… She thought of many things. The foul babies in her belly. Her parents. The people of Clyons she had sworn to help. Galo. It took a little bit, but finally the despair she felt abated, morphed into a different sort of feeling… A cold rage that somehow made her feel even more tired. She focused for a moment, her psychic powers manifesting with a bit of effort to cut the seaweed that bound her. These stupid, stupid formori… Not even taking that into account. What worthless sacks of flesh and bone they were.

Of course, she couldn’t swim, not in any real way, so she floated to the floor of the cave and when she touched down on it bubbles burst from her mouth as she let out a scream into the water. Gods that hurt… Her tail was in such awful shape. Still she settled down onto the cave floor, reaching around until she found the dagger the halfbreed had used to hobble her and grasping it, ready to use it to defend herself. She might not be able to escape… Probably not even if she fought them off. But she would make them pay for what they’d done to her, and if she failed, well… She could always stick the dagger into her chest and avoid future humiliation if she needed to.
 

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Ilona: HP = 45/90, PP = 45/45, EP = 55/55, Status = Maimed, Pregnant (litter of 14 of the psychic formori's spawn and 23 of the other random formori's spawn)

Galo: HP = 48/48, PP = 31, EP = 33, Status = Fine

Aereia: Sage
Taron: Head Sentinel of Clyons
Aegea: Healer from Clyons
Treyzine: Seer from Clyons

Even gently floating down to the floor left Ilona's tail pouring agony into the captured mermaid's mind as soon as it touched down. The barely healed tissue was rent anew at the slightest touch, leaving her tasting her own blood in the water as she groped around for the stone knife that had been used to mutilate her. It took her a few minutes to find it in the dark, and even after she'd clutched the stone dagger the pain threatened to make her pass out... Which left her floating alone in the dark coral cave, lying on this sand stained both with her blood and with the congealed semen that had oozed out of her during the formori's frenzied breeding session. Ilona could feel that her once flat belly was now slightly rounded, the formori hybrids now growing inside of her undoubtedly the cause, and her breasts were slightly swollen in turn despite that it would not be natural pups but eggs that she would ultimately deliver... Assuming of course that she allowed herself to carry them to term at all.

The exhaustion of her ordeal hadn't passed fully with sleep. The pain didn't go away, either from her abused sex or from her maimed tail. The two together made maintaining any kind of concentration on her vigil more difficult, and several times she ended up passing out only to start awake again as fresh pain from her tail hitting the ground as she thrashed in the midst of brief bouts of unconsciousness.

Fortunately, it would be during one of her bouts of hazy consciousness that the formori returned to the cave where that they had left Ilona. It took them a few moments to drag the stone out of the way, and through the miasma of pain and discomfort and near-unconsciousness that Ilona had been trapped in since freeing herself she could see their hands at the edge of the stone as they dragged it away. The sudden brightness of the light as it flooded into the small chamber in which she'd been imprisoned momentarily blinded her, and she heard the approaching formori mutter something in their strange, audible language that she still couldn't fully understand. There were at least two of them, but she couldn't tell how many more - if there were any more at all - had come to pay her a visit in the brief moments she had between when they pushed the boulder aside and when they would be upon her...
 
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The slightest of movements caused Ilona intense pain, especially when her mangled tail made contact with the cave floor. The broken shreds of her tail opened up again, the wounds oozing blood into the water all around her. But she found the jagged stone she had been cut with and gripped it tightly, trying not to think about the pain… It wasn’t really working. It was absolute agony just to float there, so much so that she felt her consciousness slip a few times, fighting it off only with difficulty… Of course, even that might have been better than thinking of how her belly was already bloated ever so slightly, how her breasts had plumped up a bit in preparation for laying a clutch of eggs and nursing potentially dozens of formori halfbreeds…

The mermaid flitted in and out of consciousness for some time, whether sleep or simply passing out difficult to say. The pain never eased, nor did she feel particularly better on a mental level either. She had no sense of time passing, had no idea how long it had been since her defeat and defilement, no idea when to expect the foul creatures to return… But finally she heard the sound of the stone that covered the cave rolling, and she steeled herself for the coming fight. This was going to be difficult… maybe even impossible, given her condition. The stone rolled away and the light blinded her, forcing her to avert her gaze as she summoned her mental energy to her defense again.

Psychic Shield for X=8, costing 6 EP and 0 upkeep. +16 dodge, AV, Resistance, defensive Bull Rush and Overrun, and Grapple

Weapon Attack = 8d10 + 9
Weapon Damage = 2d6 + 20
 

Tassadar

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Ilona: HP = 41/90, PP = 45/45, EP = 49/55, Status = Maimed (counts as Weakened plus movement reduced to 5 feet), Pregnant (litter of 14 of the psychic formori's spawn and 23 of the other random formori's spawn), Psychic Shield X = 8 (+16 dodge, AV, Resistance, defensive Bull Rush and Overrun, and Grapple)

Galo: HP = 48/48, PP = 31, EP = 33, Status = Fine

Aereia: Sage
Taron: Head Sentinel of Clyons
Aegea: Healer from Clyons
Treyzine: Seer from Clyons

Rolls
Ilona buffs.
Perception: formori get 2 successes
Ilona's Dodge: 82
Attack: 44 vs 82, 56 vs 77, 58 vs 72, all miss.

Formori uses Psychic Scream for 8 EP, with 3 spent on ignoring the other three formori.
Damage: 4 damage, and Ilona takes -1 penalty per dice to attack, Dodge, and Grapple rolls, a 2 die penalty to Casting Checks, a -5 penalty to Resistance checks, -1 Trade die for Stealth and Perception checks, and a -10 penalty to Bull Rush, Overrun, and Swim checks

Ilona's mental shield formed around her, hardening the water to protect her with its currents, while the formori milled around at the entrance for a few seconds. She heard them say something as her eyes adjusted, the bubbles of their primitive sound bursting into the water and completely unintelligible to her, but before her vision could fully clear three of them had swam in and descended upon her. They reached down to lift her, but their hands were rebuffed by her psychic shield and again said something. A moment later she felt it again, the piercing howl that burrowed into her skull that signaled that one of the formori was psychic. It reverberated throughout her mind as the formori half-breed that had been instrumental in capturing her slipped into the cave and pointed at her with a wide-mouthed leer. It said something, again that she couldn't understand, and one of the formori - a pot bellied creature with a belt covered in trophies and vials and needles around its chest - responded in apparent haste.

The mermaid was still prone on the cave's floor, could still barely move more than a few feet at a time, but she might have an opportunity for vengeance if her shield held and the group could be kept at bay...
 
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Ilona could still barely see as the formori descended upon her, but her mental barrier kept them at bay for the time being. There were three of them within arms’ reach, and of course those weren’t all. Could she even take on three of them in her current state? She gripped the sharp coral in her hand as they grabbed for her, readying herself to try and stab one of them. Of course, she felt something familiar right afterwards, something that spurred her to a different sort of action. Pain in her mind, another psychic mentally shrieking at her, and a few seconds later the halfbreed who had maimed her swam into the cave. He said something to the others, ordered one of them to move towards her, but she didn’t care. White-hot hatred spread through her as she glared at the smug creature, and she decided to show them a capability she hadn’t before, one that they certainly weren’t expecting… She was going to tear the bastard right in half without lifting a finger!

Mind Cutter at X = 10 targeting the halfbreed psychic. Base + 4d10 + 8 to-hit, 2d8 x 10 damage.
 
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