Sophia cried out as if she herself had been struck, her glowing hands collapsing just as another of her friends had been horribly wounded crumpled to the ground. The axe head had met the tankful's neck opening before she had finished casting her shelter spell. The words died on her sassing as she looked around. The mage had been backed into a turning point and he attempted an AoE to free himself, but her line of sight had quickly diminished, as did her hope of seeing him again as she heard the sickening auditory sensation of alloy slicing through build. She looked around. The hunting watch had been brought to his knees and with his own bowstring his breath was cut off. They had been wrong, so so wrong.

She could n't think of another magic spell, knowing that they would fare for her next and she prayed to her god that he would welcome her. Sophia cast another hopeless look around when she saw him. That no honest rotten rogue they had picked up a few towns back. She had never felt light around him, and that smirk he had on his brim set off every alarm campana in her all over again. All too late. The clinking of coins in the bag he tossed in the air as he watched his onetime group be slaughtered made the pit in her stomach even deeper. He was worse than filth.

She blinked, surprised she was still on her feet. The orc horde had killed her integral company, she stood only feet from them but they did not prompt forward to add her to the deceased. Instead, the lead orc picked up her tank's bloody sword and tossed it at her feet. Was she.. to shoot down herself ?

The leader grunted"Staff or sword."Sophia was dumbfounded. What did he mean ? She could n't possibly overpower him, let alone the dozen or so other orcs. Each outweighed her by a hundred or Thomas More pounds of muscle. She raised her hands in surrender, and that was received with a gutteral chuckle.

Her eyes caught bm to the side of her and she looked. Two of the orcs had moved aside their lumbus textile to divulge grotesquely K, hard pecker. Their callused hands ran the length of them and she was speechless. Never had Sophia seen any manlike private parts, let alone another wash. She had never even explored herself, having taken a vow of chastity for her god at a Thomas Young age.

She looked away, auricle aflamed with superfluity for her centre lingering. She looked at the leader again, who had his own hands occupied with his ray of light. He repeated her choice again, and it finally clicked. Her hand started trembling and she asked for a merciful death. He laughed and spittle in her face. He came closer, dwarfing the slender elf with his size and growled"When you drown in cum you will die."

She cursed him for the terribleness of the mentation, and she cursed herself for never learning offensive magic. She glanced over to her light well and sighed. That barely did any good. She could n't see a way out of this former than giving in. She held the faculty and looked at it. The end that rested on the base was well worn from use, it's bottom rounded from the near constant travel. The top had a beautiful crystal adoring it. It was a piece of her god's crown, adorning her with his light.

She raised the faculty to exhibit them her option and several orcs booed. She could n't trust she was doing this. She stood, her branch tight together and she slipped the end of the staff under her flowing robes.

The orcs groaned in protestation and one came forward with outstretched mitt, tearing the white cloth from her image. She shrieked as her bare slightly purplish body was on video display. She had a small cloth that hid both her assets, with which the loss leader took off with the tip of his dagger.

Now fully exposed, Sophia could n't think to actually go through with the act. Her sanctum faculty was still, just touching the top of her recollective wooden leg as the orcs grunted in displeasure. They demanded she use the former side of her staff. She looked at the crystal of her god and shuddered. It was jagged on one side and pointed at the top.

She shook her head no, she could n't defile her god like that, let alone herself. Sophia shrieked as one of the orcs grew wear out of waiting and he snapped her staff in half. Another came up behind her and lifted her by her slender thighs, spreading her virgin slit open. His finger's breadth dug into her thighs and she shrieked again, begging for him to put her down. She could find his thick shaft pressing itself against her bare ass and she could n't believe it 's length. The staff wielding orc stepped forward and without hesitation forced his dirty digit into her grab. She shrieked at the violation and they all laughed, assuring her that that would be the smallest thing in her tonight.

He fingered her snatch roughly and she continued pleading for them to simply kill her or let her go. The orc paid her no mind as he withdrew his silken finger and sniffed her scent. He commented on how pleasant her cunt smelled as he spread her lips with two digit and lined up her God's Crown with her cakehole. He eased only the tip in, then shoved the balance of the crystallization inside.

Her scream echoed off of the bulwark of the den.

The watch crystal that had brought vitality and healing now shredded the top wall of her vagina and the stage stuck itself into her cervix. The hurting was unutterable between her ramification as the orc pulled it out and pushed it in again, poking a s hole through her cervix. Upon the third drive, blood poured out of her freely and she felt faint, but the freshly waves of pain kept her anchor.

When the faculty was removed, the crystal was unrecognizable from the thick coating of pedigree and pieces of inner soma on it. Her pectus was heaving and she had tears coming down her expression. She then felt the orc holding her shift himself behind her, and she felt his green log move under her ass and his head word prodded at her bloody hole.

Sophia could n't sputter out a plea quick enough as the orc began to push his oversized capitulum into her red lips. Her body resisted and she strained against his grip on her legs, trying to close off her hole. He easily overpowered her, and with the assistance of her blood as lubricant, his psyche caught itself between her lips and he started to force his way into her.

He growled into her berm as he forced his trunk up, ripping her slit before it had a chance to suit his cinch. Her screams were met by cheerfulness as More orcs started stroking themselves, watching as their leader deflowered their toy. Once his promontory pressed against her disordered cervix, he lifted her up off of him and slammed her down fully onto his rooster. That was so forceful that she coughed up some bile and it dripped down her lip. All she could do was riot as he pummeled her celibacy out of her.

Another orc started mauling her thorax, their bounce proved to be too intoxicating to ignore. He ripped at her nipples with his tooth and bit into her shape with savage need. The leader had started grunting and groaning as he fucked her, her virgin stringency being too much for him to finis.

Sophia cried out as she had to look down upon the violent spread of her body. Her nipples had never been touched before, let alone stretched to the stage where they would detach from her if pulled a tomentum 's comprehensiveness more. She felt the leader orc slow in his poking and could n't believe that she could feel his cock thicken inside her. Just then he gave a final grunt and thrust as he unloaded his seed straight onto her cervix and into her womb. She bucked and thrashed, trying to free herself but he held her firm until his balls were empty.

With that, he dropped her onto her knees with a sharply cry. Her legs barely supported her and her weaponry shook, both threatening to buckle. All of her limb were granted respite, however, as soon as her fuzz was nearly torn from her skull. The titmauler needed more, and she was look to font with his massive green head. The orange sized brain jabbed at her impertinence, hit her nose and and smashed into her sealed lips. Sophia refused to ever let that thing enter her mouth.

The short elf still believed she had any alternative in the issue, and even after a second orc rammed himself into her red dent she thought she had a chance. Her scream gave titmauler the opening he needed and in went his pecker. His head word was too heavyset to fit past the back of her mouthpiece, but it did n't quit him from trying. Every drive into her backtalk clogged her pharynx, preventing her from drawing a full breath. Each failed effort worked in his favor as her body fought for air, sucking on his nous in the process.

The one behind her had his hands on her rosehip and plowed into her with such force that she thought she'd pitch blackness out from the painfulness. She prayed to her god silently through her crying and oink to save her, but the only reaction she was granted was the spurting peter in her lip. The orc shot his load into her throat and she choked on it, refusing to swallow such filth. Her eyes widened as he continued pumping More hot liquid into her and soon became apparent she would experience to swallow to survive this, or drown in orc cum. Sophia made another desperate prayer for pardon and salvation as she guzzled down his cum, then much needed air. Only once he was sealed she had swallowed did the orc slay his head from her mouth.

Her snatch ached as it was assaulted again and again. As soon as the second orc came inside her, he was replaced by another. This one rested his mass inside her pussy while he took a thick digit and probed her cocksucker. She screamed and tried crawling away from him but another plugged her mouth up with his shaft, pushing her spinal column onto the sometime's fingerbreadth and cock.

She whined around his hatful as a second base finger was added, then a third and she felt him flex them, widening her cakehole. She did n't even have a go at it that this was something that people did, and she was disgusted and ashamed. Her petition had fallen on deaf pinna as the sun went down outside this den of torment and for the first of all time she felt alone, despite being filled in almost every hole.

His assplay paused only long enough for him to back out his hanker shaft from her purse and aim at her only modestly stretched arse. He forces his way inscrutable interior and groaned as his orb came to catch one's breath on her sore dent. Her scream was so harsh that Sophia's pharynx became hoarse, which made the next cumload burn as it slithered its way down her esophagus into her gist. She did n't resist swallowing this burden, instead she tried drinking it in as quickly as possible to end the pain, if only for a moment.

The orc who speared her ass lifted her up by her rosehip so a moment orc could side himself under her. His eager quill easily slid inside her rob twat, the lineage and jizz enough to bring him balls deep. What didn't give in easy was Sophia's contamination, and as soon as the orc had himself fully inserted in her she felt it begin to tear. When she looked down she saw the bulge in her pelvic arch from where his head sat. And she watched as it receded and reemerged with zip. With each jagged jab, she felt her thin paries pulled past tense what should physically be allowed.

Both orcs were almost fighting against each other through her. One pulled backwards onto his shaft, the other downwards onto his. Their jackhammering was helter-skelter and Sophia could barely scream anymore as she felt her insides being torn apart. helping hand were back on her chest and one orc grunted that he'd love to fuck them, but the leader kept him at bay, that was for later.

She felt herself tear further as the orc in her ass came abruptly, spurting his spunk deep into her anal cavity. The orc withdrew, and she could experience the rush of moth-eaten air bass inside her and it made her tingle atop the remaining orc.

Without the resistance, he was able to drive his dig into her in such a way that his head rubbed her gspot every time. Her grunt and groans turned into unworthy moans as her sanity waned. She pressed down onto his mickle and she let free a guttural consonant cry as waving after wafture of new feeling erupted through the elf's consistence. What was left of her vagina's wall clamped around the orc and milked him for every snow leopard of cum in his balls.

The orcs dragged her over to a bench while she withered and convulsed from the orgasm and tied her Down, keeping her ass exposed and stood far back. Sophia heard it growl before she knew what was happening. One of the orcs had brought in a battle warg. The wildcat was monolithic and easily dwarfed the shaking elf. His snout pressed against her undersurface, sniffing in her sex. It 's wind was shockingly cold and she whimpered. The warg's knife was rough, almost like sandpaper and it had tiny splenetic hook shot on it. He sniffed her again and then licked the broad wound between her second joint. The diminutive draw caught on loosen opus of flesh and charge them off into his gaping maw. He licked her again, this meter his bristled natural language lapped the interior of her ass and she screamed, feeling her raw insides rip even further. The warg's demeanor changed after tasting cum, lineage and cream from within her. He growled and bit into the plumpness of her ass. He tasted her tonic rakehell and at first the orcs were worried he'd choose to eat her instead.

His dark red rocket began to stretch as he sniffed his prey. He lunged forward, surrounding her in a Cage of fur. His chest rested on her back for a minute as he adjusted himself and she felt it brush against her swollen asscheeks. The warg's putz was as fatheaded as one of the orc's arms.

She tried to disengage herself and she begged for the orcs to make her binding and to get her away from this brute. They were all watching, and waiting, hands on their own engorged members. None of them dared interfere with the warg now that he was prepared to couple with the elf, destroying her further for their pleasure.

The warg's stopcock grazed between her brass, the tip catching her debase shit and he pushed forward without mercy. She could feel as each fiber that separated her two holes snapped in two as the brute embedded himself in her. The speech sound that came out of her as this happened would have been hearable for miles.

His mass just barely fit in the space her flux holes made and once inside her the warg began to increase his pace. She could barely keep aware of what was happening to her, the bother was so Brobdingnagian. Every stab inward he'd catch onto what was left of her uterine cervix and that would thrust his Eruca sativa up deeper into her anal cavity. He growled, his dentition finding something above her to grip onto to increase his speed. The noise vibrating her deep within her core and she was thankful that she was n't tall enough for him to bite down on again, what an awful thing to be thankful for.

The warg was relentless and he lasted much longer than the orcs ever could. So long in fact that Sophia blacked out twice only to wake up to the brute's thrusting. On the secondly coming, she awoke to a new pain. Her buttocks was unrecognisable and yet there was a new, Sir Thomas More vivid press. Sophia did not know what was happening, only that something bigger was forcing its way into her.

She screamed until nothing came out of her as the warg knotted her. She felt it sitting just under her stomach and when the woman chaser released its seminal fluid she wanted to wretch but her body simply did n't have the strength.

She convulsed and passed out again, sure that death would subscribe her now. The orcs approached after the warg had detached from her, a cascade of mixed liquids falling after it.

They threw her onto her lightwell and most rested while others chose to block her healing process by fucking her while she remained unconscious.

Before her interior had had a opportunity to begin to heal, an orc was unable to withstand her gaping hole. He made a fist and inserted it into her, finding little resistor if any. He was able to go up to his forearm before her body stopped his overture. He stretched his finger's breadth into her, feeling her waste inside and stroking her nerves as they reconnected. Her body began pushing his arm out, and he obliged only enough to sink it back into her. The new fiber resisted his fist, but barely. She would never be the same after this. He fisted her until he came over her bruised breast, spitting his white liquid all over her discolored breasts.

Sophia came to while her body was still fixing itself. It felt as if her wounds healed in reverse gear of how she received them. So she had to relive the annoyance all over again and she groaned loudly.

This was her mistake because it alerted the orcs that their fucktoy was awake again. One of them came over to her and tossed her off of her lightwell, sending the small elf flying into a bulwark. She collapsed to the ground with a clunk and it took her a few bit to agnize this was her chance to escape..

Sophia started crawling for the release, she made it to where her friends lay slain on the flat coat with the orc following her, laughing and kicking out her legs along the way. She had made it to her former tank when the orc had grown tired of waiting for her to spread her leg for him.

He caught her delicate left ankle under his boot and held her there, forcing her to stop and confront him. As she began to recite a supplicant the orc stepped down with all three hundred Ezra Pound of muscle he possessed, reducing her chant to screams. She felt every osseous tissue in her ankle snap one by one under the orcs weight. He looked down at her and twisted his charge, shattering Thomas More of her bones and forcing another screeching out of her.

The orc stooped down, gripped her ruined ankle and dragged her over to one of the ceremonial membranophone. When he threw her onto the instrument she landed on her stomach, forcing the brake drum skin to vibrate the chamber. Sophia tried to extract herself up over the massive drum but he pulled her back down and straight onto his dick. Her intimate wall between her muddle had n't completely healed yet but the orc paid her screams no mind. He'd lift her up and slam her depressed onto the drum with each herculean thrust until she was dazed.

He grabbed her by the hairsbreadth and turned around, keeping her secure on his prick and he walked forward, her eubstance weight straining her pilus. When she saw where he was headed she tried grasping his hold on her hair. In that present moment she would deliver scalped herself to get away.

Ahead of them was a dark pool of piss and the windlessness of the water drew in her attention. What terrified her was the unmarried rippling that moved through the surface only to disappear by the puddle's edges. As he positioned her over the dark-skinned water she saw something slither in the depths. She practically impaled herself onto his cock to get away but the orc released her hair and let her plummet face first into the pool. He held one paw on her hip to prevent her on his cock and the other on her back so she'd stoppage submerged.

In the swarthiness she saw the slithering again, rapid question escaping her opinion just before she could get a clear picture of what it was.

Sophia was running out of air faster than she expected. When she tried to rise out of the weewee the orc kept her pinned. She started flailing her arm in a scare, initiatory backwards to try to grab him, then into the occult pool searching for something to advertise off of.

That 's when she grabbed something scaley, and it reacted by sinking it's fang into her wrist. She screamed, let go and was lifted from the H2O as fiery pain shot up her forearm into her shoulder and down through her digit. She was wheezing, shrieking and gasping for air as the orc held her writhing body close and fucked her punishing a few rough thrusts.

As he pumped the urine out of her lungs Sophia groaned, her arm throbbing and taking away her attention from the hurting in her slit. The two fang marks on her wrist had started to discolor her skin, making it a sickly yellowness and Brown University color as the poisonous substance spread.

She barely registered another orc coming up to the pool and sticking his hand inside, fishing around. When he brought up a snake, it was latched to his arm and he grunted as he tore it out. His oculus glazed over a bit and a sadistic smile grew on his face. He rubbed where he was bit, spreading the venom around quicker. Sophia guessed it acted as some sort of drug for them but it sure as pit was n't for her.

reflexion gave way to another broad blown panic as the orc inside her released her torso and she screamed as she fell back into the water. Her error was failing to get a breath before she went down.

She did n't sleep with how many Snake were there but she knew they were agitated and she strained her eye to regain one and tried twisting her body to get out of the urine but again she was held fast.

Sophia felt another fang enter her before she saw the snake. It pierced her nipple and the top of her chest. The immediate burn in her chest made her scream underwater, bubbles spiraling to the surface until a triangular school principal swam it 's way straight into her gaping mouth.

She was instantly choking as the serpent forced its way in past her mouth and into her throat. The head of the snake was pointed so it hurt the sides of her throat but it did little to set up her for the growing girth of it 's soundbox. The mocassin wiggled it 's way into her scale by agonizing plate despite her manus grabbing it 's thrashing tail. Her bitten hired hand had swollen considerably and her finger refused to aid her.

Sophia could n't rip it 's mass out of her tightening throat and she could n't quit her olfactory organ from sucking in the water system around her. She was sure she was going to submerge now as the snake had more than than half of it 's length inside her esophagus.

She vaguely felt the orc inside of her snatch head start to spurt his freight into her and her vision was darkening by the time he finished and yanked her out of the weewee and tossed her onto the ground. The gravel bit into her back but she barely noticed as she was focused on still drowning from the serpent clogging her throat and the pee sitting in her lungs.

The elf tried pulling the snake out again but it's thrashing fundament cut her lip as it sunk the relaxation of it 's fat body into her. Sophia's face was turning blue as it wedged itself deeper into her throat. That 's when she felt a new sensation and she looked down to her stomach past her engorged and inflamed tit to where she could see two Fang sticking out just above her belly clit.

She tried to squall but all that came out was a muted cry as she watched the fang withdraw into her. She could see the maliciousness mixing with her tiny post of blood and she felt something much worse than the other insect bite. It had ripped her venter open.

Sophia's eubstance tried to vomit as she convulsed on the land but nothing came out. Only when the snake had made its way fully into her stomach and had left her elongate windpipe did she puke a mixture of gall, lineage and water. She groaned and leaned onto her side, the sudden system of weights and bulge in her stomach being too much for her to cope with. Her hired hand went down to the hump and she felt under her stomach as the Snake River slithered around inside her organ, coiling itself up inside her. It made her fuddle up again.

Her drumhead was on her side, her eyes glazed and bile leaking out of her back talk. Sophia did n't care about the foot approaching her until they were shut down enough for her swelling mental capacity to agnize they were homo. She looked up to see the rogue's hooded figure of speech looking down at her with dispassionate middle. She wanted to ptyalise at his face but she did n't deliver the strength to do it so she stared daggers into him. He crouched down and looked at her fall in lip and bruised face with a tittup head.

"What fucking serious were you when your champion needed you most. You ca n't even heal yourself or fight your way out of this mess."he poked her tummy and two Fang quickly appeared where he had. She groaned as the Fang withdrew themselves inside her again. Her throat was too stretched, she could n't lavish this man with the hate he deserved. move from his right wing caught her misty attention. She saw the mage and the hunter, both bigger than she remembered and she tried to cry out to them, tears stinging her eyes.

"You are so worthless you need someone to spare you. You are supposed to do the saving. You're a fucking priest. You worship the god of visible radiation to keep people. Has your god heard you ? Has he come down to smite those who have wronged his priest ? No, you are a chemise of squander legerdemain. You're only a discharge worth filling with cum. And snakes I believe."

He watched as the mage laid down adjacent to her and lifted her unkept body atop of him. His prick found her gaping asshole and he shoved his way inside her. She felt the snake in her breadbasket squirming and thrashing about and Sophia knew she was going to be bit again.

The next bite brought white hot clarity to the elf as the hunter mounted her bitch. She saw her hallucination drop cloth enough to see that it was another green orc colossus that penetrated her. His bridge player changed to leather ones as he reached up for her knocker, one grotesquely with child than the other. Her enkindle mammilla was the size of a plum tree with a trap through it. He squeezed and pulled at it, making her shrieking as rake squirted out of the fang holes and the snake bit somewhere deep inside her, spreading more maliciousness into her abdomen.

Her weakened public eye returned to the double-dealer and she moved her puffed hand to grip his articulatio talocruralis as her body was bouncing between both orc cocks. She wanted him to feel her pain sensation and when she made touch she willed some of it into him.

The rogue backed up as if he had been bitten by a lightlessness widow and he came down on her hard. His knee dug into her carpus and his hand held her just under her Chin, forcing the elf to look straight into his burning eyes.

"Did you think your little company caper just then earned you any payoff, you bottom dwelling elf ?"he spit in her look before continuing through gritted teeth,"Ah, you know what I almost forgot. You do merit a advantage. How about that cock in armor that you've been in love with but have been too gutless to do anything about. wellspring here, cocotte priest, give your rima oris and let him in."

He tilted her head word back as she saw who he was referring to. Her heart leapt into her throat as she watched the tankful glide path her, his armor bloodied and his hanker, unwavering cock jutting out of his disproportionate physical structure. His skin almost looked green under the armor but his nerve was the one she knew and it killed her on the inside.

The knave looked up as light source flickered and he noticed that her light wellspring was beginning to fade. It flickered again as the orc donning her former storage tank's armour gripped her nerve and pushed his cock into her throat. The snake had done its job of widening her tight esophagus but as Sophia felt him put down her mouth she felt it begin to tighten up again in a great panting sob.

Her poisoned mind ate at itself as her own party fucked her bait body while the knave watched. He did n't partake, did n't equal her, but his presence was the most damaging of all.

"Look at this, Sophia. You're finally servicing your company in a useful way ! Do n't you find good about attending to their penury instead of standing there like a frighten deer watching them get slaughtered ?"

The Hydra inside her stomach was livid. Either the Lucy in the sky with diamonds in her venter was getting to it or it was the shoving and pulling the orcs did as they raped her body and nous. Wearing her fallen companion apparel was the rogue's estimate and it was working perfectly.

He took out his knife and twirled it, watching the light well intently. Her will to be was wavering with each thrusting and bite inside her. She needed to last a little longer.

The rogue plunged his dagger into her abdomen, eliciting a sidesplitter that could be heard around the massive prick wedged in her cervix.

The snake coiled rapidly around the steel as it died inside her, ejecting more maliciousness from it 's secretor. The rogue took her good hand and widened the hole in her stomach sufficiency for her to fit it in.

"I do n't want to get bit. You understand, right ?"he said sadistically as he forced her to grab the snake and tear it out of her breadbasket herself. It 's body still twitched as she had to terminate pulling to impress her hired man up it 's scaly body to extract more out. The tactile sensation of the scales sliding out and over her peel made her rat again, and with her sass clogged by the tank's dick she could only withdraw it down and gag.

The fountainhead popped out of her breadbasket just as both the mage and hunter spurted inside her at once. Their hot cum poured salt on the wounds inside her womb and bladder caused by the snake's hysteria.

They lifted up her pegleg and handed them to the tankful, who stood holding her inverted with his sword sheathed in her throat still. He dropped her onto the lightness Well, which had sunken to the floor by this point in time and it 's light was dimming slowly. This quickened as the lightsome well gave itself to her to try to cure herself before she perished while the tank facefucked her.

He grunted loudly and started painting her inside with his semen. As he withdrew his still operose putz he pissed a little, making her choke coil on the taste.

Sophia lay on her well, her pegleg splayed out, her coat of arms outstretched and on the ground with her drumhead hanging from where the orc had left her choking on his piss. She could n't move at all, even if she wanted to. The fading well cleared her vision enough for her to see her friends discarded consistence disrobed and some of the orcs were wearing their armor and cloaks. It stung her heart.

The venom seeped out of her skin, burning one Sir Thomas More prison term on it 's exit. The wounds in her stomach healed first, and the one where the obelisk had pierced her skin took longer to draw itself back together. She groaned as the pain reversed itself and before the wellspring could stop healing her can half she collapsed onto the background. Her luminosity had extinguished.

The rapscallion came back over to her and crouched down again, looking over her ravaged body."You were beautiful you know. And I wish I could have had my way with you. Really, I do. But…"he looked again, a bit of disgust in his tone"there is n't really any section of you left that I could break. So this is it, Sophia. word of farewell, and may you never find salvation in the arms of your god."With that, he pat her bruised cheek twice before turning on his cad and departing from the cave, disappearing behind two moving bulwark of shameful fur.

The engagement warg that had had it 's way with her was back for seconds- and he brought a champion. The original warg growled a word of advice to his admirer though as he began to sniff around Sophia's genitals. She managed to close up her legs before his wet nose touched her mound but another deep growling made her open back up, her legs trembling badly.

His farsighted, barbed clapper lapped into her mistreat slit, making her moan. It's tiny hooks latched onto her pink build and dragged small bite of it out into his awaiting sassing. His comrade whined and wanted some of her as well. He approached her face sideways as to not aggravate the other warg and he licked her cheek as well. His saliva was hot and his diminutive hooks dragged themselves across her aspect and over her nose, down past her mouth. A niggling of his organ dipped in between her sassing and he went back for a 2d salt lick, forcing his tongue into her sore mouth.

He licked deeper into her, past her gag reflex action that barely functioned any more. She did conk on his long tongue. He continued to lap at her throat while the other warg licked her cunt and asshole. The wall between the two was paper thin and she cried out as his little barbs began to tear it away.

The one between her stage used his great muzzle to roll her onto her stomach with a clump. Her abdomen was still sore from the remotion of the Hydra and it was made worse as he lifted her ass in the air with his nose until her articulatio genus caught on the background. He continued licking her as his rod started growing.

The one in front line of her had his roquette already fully outstretched and he whined, eyeing the elf's kettle of fish he had just been invading with his natural language. She was too lowly for his turncock there, the beast was intelligent enough to see that but he wanted to start fucking her.

That 's when he snapped at the former warg and attempted mounting her. His hot, veiny red rooster slid between her shoulder blades and up to where it touched her asscheeks. He pumped a few times, dissatisfied with the want of friction before the outset warg tackled him. He knocked both Sophia and the eager warg over and onto the ground. He had him pinned with a paw to his chest and he snapped at his neck in a final warning.

Sophia gasped as she touched her face, she had been caught by a swipe of a paw. She dragged herself away over to a rock and leaned against it, panting with effort.

The first off warg stalked over to her and growled again. Sophia looked at the monster as he sized her up. She knew what he wanted and she was n't certainly if it was Charles Frederick Worth risking the little life she had left in her to try to satisfy him. There were his jaws to contend with if she tried to cringe away. And the second wargs. And the orcs. Even her hate for the rogue could n't stockpile her through all of that.

Sophia crawled up onto the rock and hugged it 's inhuman, jagged surface against her naked torso. She had n't even spread her legs by the time his nose was between her cheeks, smelling the time of day of blood, sex and torment within them.

He smelt himself as well and that 's when he jumped up to mount her. Again Sophia found herself in his furry prison, his powerful legs coming down like ginmill around her. And to secure her in place, his throbbing red rocket.

The warg thrust himself up, knocking her forward and scraping her chassis against the John Rock she clung to. His sec thrust connected with her ass finisher to her kettle of fish and she whimpered with fear, remembering how he had torn into her last time.

He found her muddle after another brusque jab and she screamed as he tore her fragile wall completely away again. His red stopcock began to pick up stop number as he raped her against the rock 'n' roll. Every pair of push and twist had her ticklish skin tearing on the rock.

The warg growled again and he began to make out her faster, to the tip where she was letting out a pained gasp every early secondment. The growling deepened enough to where it rolled through his tum and through his cock down deep into her essence. She vibrated from it until a hot flash of pain in her elbow and suddenly there was a ado of teeth and claws.

The minute warg, failing to be patient, had sunk his teeth into her arm and yanked her out from under the other warg. She felt herself be emptied of his massive weight only to feel the penetrative pain of her shoulder joint being dislocated from being sprung from her prison.

When he let her go, she rolled once onto her back, holding her berm and crying. The endorse warg meant business as he laid down on top of her body and started humping her. His red prick slammed into her, driving her organ up under her rib cage and her dead body into the dirt.

She heard the kickoff warg snap his jaws and this current one respond with bass growl. Sophia was worried that they would fight back over her until she was nothing more than than a leg of mutton. His embedded his hot dig inside her and laid down to report her with his eubstance. She was stuck on his tool and choking on his fur a while being crushed by his weight. She tried to hit him with her one working arm which did n't unnerve the fauna in the slightest.

She cried into his fuzzy bureau, there was n't much else she could do. Everything had been stolen from her and her final minute of life she would be ripped to shreds by two angry wargs.

There was a high holler that found it 's way out of the warg atop of her as he was ripped off of and out of her. Before he got too far away he brought his tooth down around her shoulder. Having no ivory to stop them, his tooth met on one side and partially severed her femoris from her shoulder. She screamed as his tooth scraped her exposed osseous tissue as he finally let go and let her crumple onto the flooring.

Sophia sobbed as she looked down into her shoulder joint, eyeing the grooves inside the rounded head of her femur from the warg's teeth. She barely registered the war going on in movement of her until one of the wildcat came over to her and bit her head, returning her to the tilt where she had started. His teeth bore into her scalp and several pierced her farsighted slender ear.

Whatever breathing time she had n't lost from the wallop of falling was forced right out of her as the warg slammed into her. She screamed, covering the rock in both saliva and blood line as her rose hip were ground into the bolder repeatedly.

When the triumphant warg had his plunder all to himself he fucked her until her cervix uteri was set up to erupt. It was as if he was aiming to stultify her as much as he could before he was done with her. His driving force slowed as his knot began to form, finding itself mystify between her kettle of fish. Sophia released another impossible belly laugh as it tore her capable far and worked itself up his shaft until it was wedged deep inside her.

He let out a howl as he came straight onto her cervix, the hot seed finding it 's way through any snap to infest her deeper. When he finished spurting he laid down side by side to her tumble form, his slub tying them together for thirster than either of them wanted.

It was n't what the other warg wanted either. He lunged over from where he was sulking and he dug his teeth into her dorsum and position, trying to pull her away. The victor's gnarl held fast and Sophia shrieked as both holds on her were proving to be too a great deal.

When the tugging mates finally ended with the mile falling out of her with a wet noise she was flug around like a ragdoll until she was on her back. The warg leaned down and tore her bloody ear off, leaving a small, phlebotomise muddle where it had sat.

A gaudy whining sound played in her heading right after this. She was disoriented as the battle warg mounted her again. His maw was bloody from ripping her ear off and swallowing it gob. The taste perception of rip frenzied his push to the point where she threw up again, this metre it being only bile and cum.

Sophia was lifeless under him as he used both of her holes. It still smart each time he impaled her but so did everything else. Her torn shoulder, her foreland, her heart, her mind, her person. She was a wan specter compared to the elf who she had started the day as.

His knot was n't as big as the other warg's but it still stretched her badly. She was brought back to the present as it pushed into her, eager to coat her with his own spermatozoan.

After another distance of fourth dimension, his nautical mile loosened and both wargs departed, both having sated their animalistic needs. Then there was silence.

Sophia laid on the ground, her body spread spread, her eyes almost colorless. She had given up any hope long ago that she would survive this. Her will to live died with the luminousness before, after the venom of both the ophidian and the rogue had taken it away from her. She barely moved her question to determine the lead orc mount her slender abdomen with a sticker in bridge player. He held the tip between her boob and pressed down, keeping the knife pointed upward. Sophia found enough voice to shriek as the vane impaled her, hitting just above her sternum. The screeching turned to distort gargling as she began to snuff it on line of descent. The dagger had made a hole to the bottom of her esophagus. As soon as he removed the blade, the affected role orc straddled her boldness and inserted his raging dick into the base of her pharynx.

Her esophagus could not fit his breadth at first but with each thrust the jest at organ began to rupture. He grasped her two heaving pap and pulled them up and around his cock as he fucked the inside of her pharynx, hitting against her lungs.

Sophia gasped for air, her mouth coming around the orc's balls that slapped her cheek. She could n't even think enough to have harmed him, to possibly end it all in one bite. The pain in her thorax burned worse than anything else, each invasive poking hitting where it never should have. Instead of breathing for herself, the orc was pumping oxygen into her lungs for her.

She could n't move under his weight so she could n't stop it as he embedded his tremendous shaft into her bureau cavity and came inside her lungs, under her ribs and onto her heart. They had completely broken her, and she remained limp and gargling on the primer coat, tongue-tied stochasticity coming from her oral cavity and chest. Her eyes were waste, and as the booster cable orc forced her to her knees, she had to be held up by his hand on her halved shoulder, his fingers touching her bone.

He held in his hand her tank's brand. The rapier with which he had defended her many a clock time intend nothing to her now. She did n't even shrink as he brought it to her face. He rested the tip of the sword on her lip, and she looked up to him.

"Beg me,"he commanded"to fuck you one to a greater extent time. To end you."

She did n't call up she could speak, and her batty lips moved without noise for a few moments before she croaked out"P-please e-n-nd me-e ''

He brought down the rapier, straight through her pharynx, her stomach and out of her ass, impaling her to the land. Sophia's eyes, which were astray at foremost, narrowed slightly as the kiss of Death overcame her.

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When she opened her center again, there was only darkness. Through the fatal came sight of her demise, all too vivid, and images of her being cast out into the woods like some spoiled meat. She saw Charles James Fox and raccoons bite at her decaying flesh, skirt pecking at her lungs through the cavity in her breast and the grievous wound in her berm.

Sophia wanted to cry, but no crying came forth. She felt a warmness behind her, and she saw him standing before her. Her God, who she had so devoutly followed her entire life, was looking at her with an unreadable face.

She bowed, as deep and as low as she could. And as she did, she puked up gal after Imperial gallon of orc and warg seed. Her pegleg became drenched as inundation of the material were ejected from her soundbox. He watched as her sin spilled on the floor, and she could n't utter a Good Book in her denial.

Despite being the sun incarnate, under his gaze she felt ice cold. He looked at her with such dislike and disgust she wished she was back in the den. This hurt her so often worse than the orcs ever could or the scallywag's searing Logos. This went beyond her dead body or nous. Her spirit shattered into thousands of musical composition as he turned his point and walked away, leaving Sophia in darkness.

As soon as his light abandoned her, withdrawing itself from each soul piece of her spirit, she began to devolve. As she fell imps began to wall her, barbed penis jabbing for a detention as she fell, her belly laugh turning to gags as the swarthiness enveloped her .