The shock of Evelyn's sudden, brutal demise paralyzed them for a heartbeat. Then, the Hobgoblin took another lumbering step forward, its sword raised, primal instinct kicked in.
"RUN!!!" Hanry roared, grabbing Miriel's hand so tightly it hurt.
They turned and fled back into the dungeon, hearts pounding like trapped birds against their ribs.
The shaft of daylight behind them faded as they plunged back into the oppressive gloom. The sound of the Hobgoblin's heavy footsteps echoed behind them, a relentless, terrifying rhythm.
Miriel stumbled, her robes tangling around her feet. Hanry hauled her up, never stopping, practically dragging her along. "Faster! Faster!" he panted, terror lending speed to his weary limbs.
They rounded a corner blindly, driven by sheer panic and slammed straight into something solid. Hanry's head struck a curved metal surface with a loud CLANG!. Stars exploded in his vision, and he stumbled back, dazed.
He looked up, blinking through the haze. His blood ran cold.
They hadn't just run into one Hobgoblin. They had run into a wall of them. A dozen heavily armored Hobgoblins filled the corridor, shoulder to shoulder. Those armors shone under the torchlight. Each wielded a brutal, two-handed weapon – swords, axes, spiked mauls. They towered over the duo, their faces masks of cruel amusement and predatory glee.
Hanry stumbled back, pushing Miriel behind him. He raised his fists uselessly, knowing the futility of the gesture. Miriel clutched her bible, whispering a desperate, inaudible prayer.
The Hobgoblins advanced, a slow, inexorable tide. The one Hanry had collided with, its armor dented where his head struck, grinned down at him, revealing jagged, yellowed teeth. It hefted a giant spiked club. Behind them, the sound of the first Hobgoblin's footsteps grew louder.
They were trapped. Surrounded. Utterly helpless.
Hanry met Miriel's terror-stricken gaze. In that moment of shared despair, words were unnecessary. He saw the reflection of his own fear in her eyes, the desperate knowledge that this was the end.
The leading Hobgoblin raised its club high, the spikes glinting. The others shifted, ready to move in for the kill.
A choked sob escaped Miriel's lips.
Hanry braced himself, preparing to meet death standing, protecting her until the last breath.
The club began its downward arc.
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Inside the secret chamber, bathed in the cold light of glowing torchlights, chaos reigned. The treasure chest, overflowing with glittering gold coins and ancient artifacts, sat forgotten in the center. The true focal point was the horrifying tableau suspended in the air above it.
Nekari, the nimble catfolk scout, was held aloft, her body a bridge of quivering flesh between unrelenting forces. Her arms were stretched to either side, each gripped by the cold stone hands of a silent cherub.
They hovered motionlessly, their white marble bodies carved into expressions of angelic indifference, bat-like wings spread wide. Another cherub held Nekari's head. Its stubby fingers were tangled in her messy black hair, forcing her face towards its crotch.
Protruding from it was a massive white marble cock, thick and smooth, buried deep in Nekari's throat. As long as her weary eyes remained fixed upon its impassive face, it remained still, a motionless plug filling her mouth completely.
But it was the cherub behind her that was the engine of her torment. Its small stone arms gripped her slim waist tightly.
Its own marble penis was a blur, pistoning in and out of her violated vagina. Its wings flapped furiously, a dull drone in the otherwise silent chamber, keeping it aloft and providing the thrust for its relentless assault.
With every powerful thrust, it drove Nekari forward, forcing more of the shaft down her throat. Her legs dangled limply below, feet scuffing uselessly against the cold stone floor and body was coated in a sheen of sweat and cum.
Streams of thick, pearly white semen trickled constantly from her stretched pussy, pooling beneath on the chamber floor. Her once-pristine scout leathers were torn and soaked, revealing flushed, abused flesh.
'So… tired…' Nekari thought dazedly, her mind a haze of exhaustion and forced pleasure. 'How long…? Hours? Days? It feels like… forever…' Her eyes, glazed with tears and fatigue, struggled to focus on the creature in front of her.
She knew if she broke eye contact, even for a second, the marble shaft in her throat would resume its brutal thrusting, choking her anew.
As if sensing her waning concentration, the cherub behind her increased its pace. Its hips became a jackhammer, the wet, obscene slapping sounds of its stone groin against her ass echoing loudly in the chamber. Nekari moaned helplessly around the gagging dick in her throat, her body shaking violently with the force of the fucking.
A fresh wave of searing heat flooded her core when the monster behind her climaxed yet again.
Its dick surged deep inside her, punching through her abused cervix with a wet pop, and unleashed a torrent of hot, thick semen directly into her womb.
'Oh gods…' Nekari's muffled moan was filled with equal parts agony and unwilling ecstasy as the flood of seed filled her beyond capacity, gushing back out around the violating object. Her eyes rolled back momentarily, breaking eye contact with the cherub ahead.
Immediately, the stone cock in her mouth lurched forward. Her head was yanked back violently by the silent cherub holding her hair, forcing her to stare up at its impassive face again. Only then did the shaft still once more, leaving her gasping and choking, saliva and precum dripping down her chin.
'Can't stop…' Nekari's mind screamed. 'Must… look…' She forced her gaze back to the statue in front, her eyes wide with pleading desperation, praying for even a moment's respite that never came.
The entity behind her never paused, its relentless assault continuing unabated, driving her inexorably towards another shattering climax and another flood of unnatural seed.
Nekari's body convulsed with another forced orgasm, her mind fracturing under the relentless onslaught. The hot seed filling her womb overflowed, joining the growing puddle of cum on the stone floor beneath.
Her stomach gurgled and cramped, the only sustenance she'd known for what felt like eternity being the thick, nutrient-rich semen pumped into her.
She had long ago lost the ability to keep down anything else. Every time her body expelled waste, it was pure semen – from her anus, her pussy, even her bladder, releasing only a milky white fluid.
'Will… I… ever… get out?' The thought was weak, drowned by the haze of exhaustion and forced ecstasy. Her vision swam, the statues' white faces blurring. Her limbs felt like lead, utterly numb from being held in the same torturous position. 'Can't… hold on…'
Her eyelids grew unbearably heavy. Blinking became a monumental effort. The toddler holding her head jerked her roughly, trying to force her eyes open, but even its inhuman strength couldn't fight her body's desperate need for oblivion.
Black spots danced in her vision, growing larger, swallowing the room. Just as consciousness began to slip away…
The monsters vanished.
Not faded or flew away but simply ceased to be. One moment their cold stone fingers gripped her flesh, their long schlongs violated her orifices. The next, nothing. Empty air.
The sudden absence was as shocking as their initial assault had been.
With nothing supporting her, Nekari plummeted. Her exhausted body crashed down onto the hard, slick stone floor with a sickening thud, landing right in the vast, cooling pool of semen, the wind knocked out of her. The impact sent waves of the thick fluid splashing onto her already-soaked form.
She lay there, stunned, gasping for air, her mind too shattered to process the abrupt freedom. Her abused body ached everywhere, a deep, bone-weary agony. The raw, stretched feeling in her throat and pussy pulsed in time with her racing heart.
'I'm… free…?' The single, triumphant thought flared brightly in Nekari's mind before the crushing weight of exhaustion extinguished it like a candle flame in a storm.
Darkness claimed her instantly and she knew nothing more.
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Many hours later, a slow, agonizing awareness seeped back in. It began with pain, a deep, pervasive ache suffused every muscle and bone. Then came the cold, the sticky, drying chill of the viscous stuff she lay in, soaking through her tattered leathers.
Nekari groaned, a raw, hoarse sound, and forced her eyes open. The room swam into view, distorted by the layer of drying fluids coating her face. The torchlight seemed impossibly bright.
She tried to push herself up. Her arms trembled violently under her own weight, muscles screaming in protest after being held immobile for so long. With a gasp, she managed to raise her torso slightly.
Immediately, the world tilted. Vertigo hit her so hard that she felt the chamber spun violently, and she crashed back down onto her side, a fresh wave of cold semen splashing over her. Her stomach lurched.