A lamentable event
The quiet forest, filled only with the rustling of small animals and the trilling of birds, was imbued with a pleasant, warm atmosphere. The tree canopies towered overhead, shielding the inhabitants from the early, scorching rays of the sun setting on the horizon, which were burning the leaves at the very tops; meanwhile, the sprawling coniferous branches released their pungent, refreshing aroma into the air, emanating from the needles and resin on the bark. If one ventured deeper, they could find the vicious inhabitants of this cozy place: somewhere in the shade, a pack of dusty-furred yellow wolves had settled, lazy fat ogres were scratching their big bellies, centaurs yawned and stood guard, protecting their territory...
At least, literally a couple of minutes ago, they all existed peacefully.A shot and the barely audible sound of a bowstring being drawn. An echo of a slain satyr swept through the forest, its blue hide now stained burgundy from the gushing blood. The poor monster twitched in pain for a while longer until another arrow hit its head, pinning it—the animal's muzzle—to the ground.
The red-haired beast exhaled joyfully and wiped the sweat that had beaded on her forehead.
— What's this? Where are they all?— Lyralei quickly ran through all the spots where monsters had appeared and snorted in displeasure. To her regret, in the battlefields with her "partners," it was impossible to even warm up for a fight, let alone talk about gold, so the battle nearing its end turned out to be pitiful for her. She needed just a few more coins to buy a decent weapon from the greedy shopkeepers, something that would at least help her survive on the battlefield. Only one option remained—to go into the forest and calmly take it out on the small inhabitants, who, for some reason, were nowhere else to be found. Swallowing loudly and rolling up her sleeves a bit, she looked at the giant lizards lazily shifting their paws, with their thick hides. The main one slowly turned its head towards her and aimed its scratched horn, preparing to attack.
After much suffering, with a bunch of minor scrapes, the girl resolutely prepared her last arrow and... the monster collapsed to the ground from an unknown blow. All that effort for the Bounty Hunter down the drain?!
— Hey, soulless redhead, tough, huh?— the girl turned around and saw Jarvakko in the distance, shaking wards over his head, their eyes nervously scanning the surroundings, and happily jumping on the spot, —I don't even mind spending a bit of gold on you!
Frustration brought a blush to Windranger's cheeks. To somehow compensate for the moral and financial damage caused by the "sick troll," she quickly dashed in his direction, trying to snatch a tasty piece from the insolent support who had managed to anger her to the point of lightning in her eyes. The Doctor, realizing he was about to get hurt badly, limping, ran towards his beloved dense forest...
A branch crunched softly under Lyralei's feet, making the girl freeze and look around. Glancing to the side, she saw the stinking skull of some cloven-hoofed animal smoldering in the shadow of dry trees and a pile of small bones. The old tree bark was already crumbling onto the cracked earth, which seemed eager to absorb any liquid. The branches stretched frighteningly towards the night sky, and even the birds landing on them caused the fragile twigs to crackle.
— Get lost, you wretch!— kissing a barrel of powder for luck, Jarvakko, sparing no effort, threw it at the girl, hitting the back of her head, causing a strange dust to begin floating through the air. Windranger fell to her knees and froze, feeling her body paralyzed and her head aching mercilessly. Blood dripped onto the dry grass, streaming down her fiery, matted hair, simultaneously staining the green collar of her cloak.
— How dare you...— hissed the redhead. Darkness clouded her vision. Whimpering from the throbbing pain, the girl forced herself to lift her head, not even noticing that she was already pressing her palms into the ground, and her faithful bow lay lonely to the side next to scattered arrows. Only one sound was in her head—a loud, distinct pulse pounding in her temples, which only intensified the already unbearable pain. A second of confusion and a gaze clouded by the poison from the barrel gave way to genuine fear. Goosebumps ran over her body when a wet hand touched her forehead
— Well done.— an unnatural, heavy voice, echoing softly, and the jingle of a coin pouch. Then the Doctor's happy laughter and his receding footsteps. Morphling squeezed the red mane in his wet hand and jerked it upward, forcing the stunned girl to stand on unsteady legs. Her small hands trembled, her knees buckled—clearly, fear was mixed with a large dose of paralyzing volatile mixture. The enemy's strong aura suppressed Lyralei, making it clear that Morphling was very powerful now and she wouldn't escape so easily.
A soft pop was heard from behind, a waft of air, and a graceful hand slid along the girl's thigh, while her cloak carelessly slid to the ground along with her pauldrons and leather belt. Her painfully thrown-back head exposed her aching neck, along which a hot tongue slid, touching the rapidly pulsating carotid artery. From such explicit touches, the archer's skin broke out in large goosebumps, but what frightened her most was that out of the corner of her eye she saw her exact copy with a haughty expression, uncharacteristic of the girl.
The second hand of her copy brazenly slid between the victim's crossed legs and began roughly massaging her crotch through her tight pants. The girl tried to pull away or remove the hand from her intimate place, but it seemed she didn't even have the strength to clench her fist.
— Relax, you'll like it.— Morphling examined Windranger's flushed face with interest: eyes squeezed shut, lips pressed into a thin line, and her breath betrayingly quickened. The copy didn't hesitate and boldly pulled off the jacket, leaving the archer with minimal clothing. With his free hand, the monster pressed hard on her tender cheeks, forcing her mouth to open slightly, and shamelessly spat into it. Releasing her face, he roughly pulled off the yellow top, exposing her neat, rapidly rising breasts.
A sweetish, viscous liquid, not much different from real saliva, ended up in her mouth. The victim reflexively swallowed the spit at the moment when her firm nipples perked up eagerly, hardening as they felt the chill from the wind.
— Damn it!— finding some strength, Lyralei tried to break free from her enemy's grip, but in response received a strong slap from a water hand, making the blow more painful. Tears welled up in her eyes and burned as they rolled down her reddened skin. The copy took advantage of the girl's relaxed state and carefully removed her makeshift shoes and the remaining clothing. Taking an arrow, the "evil" archer ran it along the poor girl's leg, moving higher up her naked body, scraping the delicate girl's skin on firm spots with the arrowhead and leaving a barely noticeable red mark. Morphling, out of boredom, released Windranger and walked around. The latter fell dully to her knees again. The copy merely snorted and roughly placed the weakened victim on all fours, slapping her butt with a sharp arrow. The poor girl only had time to squeak before a bleeding wound appeared on her buttock. The monster lazily crouched behind her and, tossing a pouch of powder to the copy, ran a cold "hand" over her plump, smooth labia and the entrance to her ass. The subordinate immediately forced the victim to inhale the strange mixture, which instantly intoxicated her mind with the sweet aroma of pollen inside. Something pleasantly tugged in her lower belly, and her thoughts began to blur, immersing her in a viscous languor.
The monster calmly spread her labia and observed from the beginning how the victim's crotch began to get wet from arousal, without even needing to touch or put on a public display. That crazy Doctor didn't lie; the dust really works as intended. Windranger unconsciously reached for the copy, forcing her to kneel and sink into her lips. The girl never thought her first kiss would be given to herself, to her own likeness. And she didn't know it would be rough, with strong bites that left bleeding wounds. Her lips swelled from the "kisses," her nipples now perky not from the cold but from the pleasant sensations she had never felt before. Morphling pressed a finger hard against her swollen clit and roughly ran it between her small labia to the narrow hole,
absorbing the lubrication and quietly growling with pleasure. The evil archer painfully hit her elbows, forcing Lyralei to get on all fours and whimper in pain. The copy's bare foot immediately landed on her head, mercilessly pressing her face into the ground.
The monster, meanwhile, was figuring out how best to use the provided virgin holes, something he hadn't expected. To prevent the redhead from sinking down completely, he broke an arrow and placed it tip-up under the archer, pressing the arrowhead against her pubis and the other end into the ground. The poor victim was so intoxicated she didn't even feel the arrow digging in.
And now, the main moment arrived. The victim's hands were tightly bound behind her back with strips made from her own cloak. Her own panties were stuffed into her mouth and secured with an improvised rope. The copy happily undressed and shoved the girl's face into her crotch, forcing her nose to rub against the wet slit and her breasts against the dry grass.
After a moment's thought, Morphling recalled how human genitalia are arranged and what sizes they generally are. Roughly estimating the location of the groin, the Monster made a penis-like shape from water, but alas, miscalculated the size. The thick, long organ could barely position its head between the small labia. The archer moaned quietly into the gag, the copy periodically lifted the victim's head by the hair and slapped her with all its might. During one such moment, Morphling, digging his fingers into the girl's slender thighs, abruptly threw his full weight onto her body, tearing the poor thing between her legs. Even the Doctor's powder didn't help. Windranger sobered up from the hellish pain and tried to break free, which the arrow beneath her and the evil archer holding her prevented. Even through the gagged mouth, a desperate scream was heard, quickly turning into hoarseness—she had strained her voice. Meanwhile, the Monster happily absorbed the intoxicating blood of the victim and, unable to hold back, began moving quickly in the unprepared womb. Blood streamed down her thighs, each thrust causing her lower belly to barely noticeably round under the pressure inside her crotch. Tears quickly streamed down her cheeks, but even the copy showed mercy—giving another large dose of the strange dust to at least slightly dull Lyralei's pain. Morphling growled contentedly over her, pressing her onto the arrow, causing a deep wound to form there.
The copy hissed viciously and evaporated into the air, and the Monster snorted in displeasure. He had to pull away from the victim and use a special artifact. The tormented girl, after a strange sound, looked behind herself and cried again, seeing three Morphlings now with those terrible clubs below... the stomach?
Once again, one of the Monsters pulled on the fiery mane, placing the exhausted little body on knees scraped by small stones. He roughly tore off the gag and pulled out the underwear. Ran the head of a cold cock over her bitten lips and roughly shoved it straight down her throat. The archer tried to bite, but Morphling seemed not to feel it and continued fucking her to the tonsils, not even letting her breathe. Her protruding thin neck clearly showed how deep the monster was thrusting into her throat. Watery hands smoothly moved lower and squeezed her throat, making the cock barely enter her mouth. The second Monster didn't hesitate and positioned himself nearby, immediately starting to fuck the previously stretched womb, which throbbed with intense, pulsating pain. The last one, understanding that at this rate the girl wouldn't last long, carefully prepared the insanely tight entrance to her ass...
— So... what did I forget here.— Dazzle nervously tapped his pinkish staff on the ground, causing the rings to ring loudly in response to their owner and gleam in the moonlight. His fingers creaked, gripping the carved surface of the painted wood, causing the skin on his tense knuckles to quickly turn white. The painted, toothy smile carefully hid the troll's emotions and confusion. He had become so engrossed in gathering various herbs that he hadn't noticed how he had wandered into the dying forest.
The tips of his ears trembled slightly, hearing strange voices somewhere in the distance, the pungent metallic smell of blood, and the intoxicating aura of pain. His legs disobediently stepped in the right direction—the shaman felt that someone there needed...
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— "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!..."— only this word floated in the archer's mind, each time a cock brutally stretched her throat, and an elastic head painfully battered her womb. The only thing that could bring strange pleasure was the careful fingers in her ass. But it didn't last long: the organ of the "patient" monster was painfully tense and trembled with every sob of the victim. A viscous liquid dripped from the tip of the cock onto Lyralei's thigh and slowly trailed towards the ground, leaving a wet trace. At this moment, the third Morphling couldn't hold back and roughly entered the narrow hole, which was difficult. Because of this, Windranger let out a pitiful, hoarse howl with her "full" mouth. The organ barely entered the poorly prepared opening. It tightly squeezed the large shaft. And even caused slight discomfort. A short thrust and a trickle of blood flowed from the hole, which the Monster greedily absorbed. He had torn her. The girl gradually began to lose consciousness, her mind enveloped in soothing darkness...
— Shadow Wave!— the archer's body was enveloped by a warm, bright lightning bolt that blinded the monsters for a second. They glared viciously at the lilac troll, and the one fucking her throat quickly pulled away from the healed girl. The remaining two continued to satisfy themselves.
— Kha!...— a hoarse cough and a deep breath. The victim's body broke out in goosebumps, and the cocks thrusting into her holes stopped delivering hellish pain. On the contrary, a strong tremor ran through her body as both passages tightly serviced these juicy, wet members.
A snap of the fingers from the freed Morphling, and a red-haired girl appeared in the shadows behind Dazzle. A ringing, innocent laugh, and the servant of darkness lay on the ground, tied up. Settling on his back and grabbing his tangled gray hair, the archer's copy lifted Dazzle's head so he could see what was happening.
Meanwhile, Lyralei moaned sweetly from pleasant, previously unknown sensations. Dizzying fullness, rough thrusts into her womb swollen with arousal, and abundant lubrication from her crotch, which dripped with every movement...
— Servant of Nothl?— The Monster lowered his head and looked at the shaman, then shifted his gaze to the moaning Windranger, —I had only heard of your abilities before. Now I've seen them for myself. You've become interesting to me.— a short chuckle, —You can use her holes later too. Although...— he ran the same indifferent gaze over the lilac skin stretched over protruding ribs, prominent cheekbones, and thin wrists and ankles, —After what she's been through, your organ will just slide in and out.
Dazzle hissed disapprovingly towards Morphling and tried to break free, which was useless.
Meanwhile, the girl fell silent. Her head was lowered, her breathing was ragged and barely perceptible. One of the monsters, understanding what was about to happen, squeezed her buttocks to the point of bruising and accelerated his thrusts. The second drove his cock in so deep that her womb almost showed through her lower belly. The archer arched her back—a loud moan and the tightly clenching holes made it clear the girl had come. Lubrication flowed down the inside of her thighs, and saliva dripped in a thin line from her protruding tongue onto the ground. Heavy exhalations and deep inhalations. A minute, and the thrusts resumed, accompanied by reflexive clenches of her ass and slit.
Morphling returned to the lowered head with tangled fiery hair. He roughly jerked it up and shamelessly stretched her slightly open mouth onto his cock. The girl raised a clouded gaze and looked at the water monster.
— Tasty, huh?— the redhead purred in response and swallowed it down to the tonsils herself, simultaneously trying to impale herself on both cocks.
A bowstring tightened, and an arrow whistled loudly across the girl's back, leaving a deep wound. A scream turned into a rasp. Another arrow. And another. And another. The bleeding wounds made the girl cry and squirm. A couple of thrusts, and one of the monsters began to release an abundant, strangely fragrant liquid into Lyralei's womb, which immediately began to flow out of the overfilled womb. The quickly withdrawn cock showed how stretched the hole was. Another arrow, this time piercing through the fragile body.
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