The Siege of Sengraria - Book 1 in the Sengraria Trilogy Chapter 1 - Prologue Sengraria's strangulation had started scarcely a week ago, and the once grand outlying vassal of the Roffstien Dynasty had been brought to its knees. The city's demise wouldn't be remembered as a glorious last stand, it wasn't going to go out in an opulent bang like the strongholds that fell before it. Family farms, bog peat, and cotton merchants were not priority targets to protect in the war against the monster horde - a fact which the defenders and nobility had long since accepted. In the early days of the war against the Monster Horde, before the fighting reached Sengraria’s walls, officials took in as many refugees from the outlying farmlands as they could - priority, of course, was given to the peasants who brought the most food in their ragged wooden carts. However, a sponge can only soak up so much water before it can take no more. The poorest and most vulnerable were soon being refused entry at the city's wooden palisades, told by stony-hearted soldiers to continue on their travels and make haste through the Northern Wetlands to other cities. The truth was that Sengraria's military chiefs were expecting a small skirmish against a splinter group of monsters, not a siege by the Horde itself. A battle against a splinter force of the monsters could be won by holding up in the city’s walls, evacuating the civilians, and withering them down with bows. Fighting the entire horde at once was different though; they were far more numerous, they were organised, and they had coherent tactics. If the government ministers of Sengraria had known what was coming they wouldn’t have taken in a single refugee. If they had known, they would have abandoned the time-worn town of Sengraria, leaving a tiny guard detachment to hold up the horde as they retreated with the Princess, peasants and nobles through the swamps of the Northern Wetlands. But they didn't, and now they were trapped, preparing to meet their end at the hands of the Horde - cruel, enlightening hindsight painfully tearing them apart inside. It was late evening when the first nightmarish silhouettes manifested on all four horizons; monstrous shadows encircling the city like black metal rivets around the rim of a wooden barrel. The disciplined archers of Sengraria rushed to their posts on the outer palisade, stepping up onto their shooting platforms. At first no one was sure who would deliver the opening volley; the monsters remained out of range, and the soldiers refused to leave the relative safety of their city's outer walls. When the sun sunk into the distant rolling Western hills, dragging the last of its daylight across the horizon, the defenders prepared for the longest night of their lives. The tallest watchtower in the palisade had Sengraria's best scouts stationed inside it, two women with the sharpest eyesight in the kingdom. Unfortunately, their unique strengths were not required that evening, for the monsters made themselves known. A single flame ignited in the monster camp to the West, only for a another to light up seconds later forty feet right of it. Soon an ominous circle of flaming torches marked

the drawing of the battle lines. They were surrounded, choked by three dozen monster camps creating a quarantining perimeter around the Princess’ town. The monsters had cut off any hope of escape, they had cut off any chance of supplies reaching the city, they had besieged a city without risking a single of their own soldier's lives - they would wait until Sengraria's army was exhausted and demoralised - then, and only then, would they begin their cruel attack. At the first sign of this threat Watchmistress Deborah led an expedition to fix the last chink in the city's armour, the dilapidated sewer network. It wasn't hard for her to collapse the tunnels, they were in dire need of repairs. Three successive generations of weak monarchs in Sengraria had empowered a strong merchant class, offering political support and promises of regular jobs each harvest season in exchange for generous subsidies and tax breaks. With the public coin stretched to its limit, the subjects enjoyed a comparatively strong army, short-term economic security, and a constant flow of goods from the five corners of the continent. It was a splendid waltz on a frozen lake of swiftly thinning ice. Without massive investment in infrastructure, reconstructed sewers, and relaid roads the city would lose it's renown as a major trading hub of the Southern Provinces. Yet neither the political will nor economic capital existed to enact these changes. Six days into the siege and there were no signs of help. No heroic interventions by the Roffstien's other Kingdoms. No Grand Alliance charging from the North atop Calvary's cavalry. No merchant wagon trains smashing through the blockade to deliver sustenance. The landscape groaned and cracked under the weight of the horde, outnumbering the armies of Sengraria by at least five to one. All manner of obscene and unholy monstrosities had joined to swell the enemy's ranks - the gluttons, green-skinned Orcs, throbbing tentacle creatures, Flame Wolves, slimes, Frogmen. It was a single-minded force, on a mission to breed with as many women as they could. Pillaging, molesting, and raping as they traveled from hamlet, to village, to city across the Southern continent. The town's defences were impressive for a small settlement. At the center of the kingdom stood a tall, foreboding castle, built atop a hill with a tower that could see every piece of land the Princess Adriana possessed when the sky was blue. Surrounding this castle were the five districts of the city; two residential, one for merchants and markets, one for the city administrators, and one dedicated to the soldiers. These districts were cushioned within the safety of a twenty foot high wall of solid granite, topped with periodic battlements. This formed the strongest defensive position the town had to offer; the fate of any battle would be decided at the orange rust-tinged iron portcullis of the stone walls. Finally, three hundred feet from the stone walls lay a wooden palisade jutting out around the town, covering vast fields of grass. It was originally supposed to serve as the basis for an expansion and new housing, but over time it had simply become a staging post for travelling merchants from the Elven lands to buy and sell goods. In the absence of the traders the land between the stone walls and the palisades was naked and lush with healthy green grass. The monsters had twice attempted to overwhelm the outer palisades; sending wave upon wave of Orcs to smash through the timbered gates. Yet, twice the defenders of Sengraria routed their opponents with skilled volleys of arrows, which whistled through the sky, slaughtering their enemies by the dozen.

Thus began the siege of Sengraria.

Chapter 2 - Dawn Chapter 2 - Effie In the confusion of battle Effie had snuck through the monster's ranks, positioning herself in a forested thicket East of the city. From her position amongst the hawthorne bushes and oak trees she could watch the battle unfold. The Eastern and Southern palisades were taking the worst of the most recent assault. As Orcs hulked up against the walls and attempted to ram down the flimsy palisades tentacle monsters supported them, snapping their long appendages around the ankles and wrists of the defenders atop the wall, pulling them down into the horde below. She watched in abject horror as a young soldier's bow was grabbed by a tentacle. Instead of letting the bow go, she attempted to hold onto it, only to be dragged off the battlements, falling into the grip of the eager monsters waiting below. Her metal plate armour was roughly removed by a group of Orcs before they tossed her naked body back to the tentacle creature. As she screamed in panic several thick tentacles swooped up, plunging deep into her pussy and ass, making her scream in a gasp of pleasure that soared all the way to Effie’s thicket. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" The monsters never killed their victims, if anyone died it was almost certainly accidental - friendly fire from an allied archer. They lived for capturing men and women alive, using them for their own pleasure and breeding. Elves, in particular, were highly sought after by the highest ranked monsters in a horde, valued for their natural beauty, soft skin, and rarity. Prior to being awarded to a General of a Horde, they were often brought into special dungeons where they would be pleasured constantly for hour after hour until they broke and gave in. Effie had seen a couple of such victims rescued from a dungeon a couple of years ago; they had been reduced to sex-crazed whores, desiring nothing more than to await their next climax. Thankfully, it was a temporary chemical reaction. At least for most of the time. Many monsters' semen contained very strong aphrodisiacs. Over time it would pass out of the Elves' systems and they would be able to return to their normal duties. Some monsters were significantly more dangerous though - those that had particularly potent cum could permanently change an Elf into a slutty whore. Effie shuddered thinking about how powerful the cum was, she hadn't ever been fucked before by the monsters, but looking at what had become of her kinsmen she doubted that she would last very long. A great green Orc, towering at least twice the height of her had begun walking her direction, away from the battlefront. Perhaps it was hoping to take a break from the fight to return later. 'I enjoy masturbating quite often, I wonder if this makes me more susceptible to the effects...' she pondered, taking an arrow from her quiver and drawing her bow cautiously. Effie had brought her trustworthy silverwood bow with her; it had never let her down in the past. The natural shine of the wood was well-covered with a mixture of wet mud and leaves. As she looked down at the ground around her she noticed the array of blades tucked around her belt. Those daggers had saved her ass more times than she

could remember. In fact, Effie's only concern with her equipment was how woefully underdressed she was for an operation against an enemy who focuses on molesting and pleasuring their targets - she was dressed in the standard scout uniform of a dark green woven bra and matching panties. It was a very traditional outfit, and tradition was something that didn't die easy in the world of the Elves. Pulling back the string on her bow, she lined up her shot, preparing to assassinate the approaching Orc. With the amount of arrows being launched from the palisades no one would see anything unusual in another dead beast. *Twang* The string snapped forward as she released her two nimble fingers, sending the sharp stick rocketing through the air. It hit on target, striking true to the creature's neck and making it double over with a solid thud against the grassy knoll at the edge of the small forested thicket. She prepared to draw a second arrow, just to ensure the orc was in fact dead. As her fingers reached behind her head, feeling the soft, fluffy feathers at the end of her bow she smiled, adrenaline flowing through her veins. Deep behind enemy lines, outnumbered, and under the constant threat of being violated. It was exciting, an unexpected rush. *Snap!* She was brought back to her senses by the sound of a cracking twig. As she spun around, bow ready to fire she was met with two large wolves with hot orange coats. "Grrrrrrr..." they growled, stalking around either side of Effie, forcing her to choose one target and turn her back on the other. "By Alania the Divine, Flame Wolves..." she whispered in a panic. It was a misnomer that had contributed to an array of rumours, fostered old wives tales, and facilitated outright lies. Flame Wolves were not on fire, nor did they breathe fire. In fact, they had absolutely nothing to do with fire. They were nothing more than monsters that crawled on four legs, outfitted with vibrant orange fur coats. Of course, there was one rumour that was true: their cum was especially hot and had been known to drive girls wild when a Flame Wolf ejaculated inside them. As Effie cautiously sunk into a hunched position she saw the thick cocks of the wolves dangling low, the tips brushing over the tall grass. She gulped as she saw a goopy trail of pre-cum left behind wherever they touched. Each was at least eight inches in length, with a small bulge at the base. If one of those managed to get into her pussy the knot would fill up, making it nearly impossible for her to escape. "AROOOOOO!" The howl came from her left, catching her off guard. Effie spun around, raising her bow to kill the monster pouncing towards her. In a snap reaction Effie released her arrow at the beast bounding through the air, paws outstretched... Chapter 2 - Felicity Captain Felicity stalked along the walkways of the palisade, bellowing out orders to her soldiers in quick succession. Sometimes a large behemoth of a creature would

charge into the wooden walls, staggering the defenders on top as it attempted to open a breach. They had always managed to eventually repel it with sharpened spears and aggressive volleys of arrows. The battlefield was now littered with a mixture of fading monsters, scattered arrowheads, and the occasional soldier who had been dragged from the wall. Felicity recognised the face of a recruit she trained just weeks ago, captured by several monsters and dragged out of the range of the bowmen. The girl had been completely stripped and was being forced to ride up and down on the ribbed dick of a creature that looked like a giant anthropomorphic mushroom - the soldiers had taken to naming such abominations ‘Shroomers.’ Over the course of the afternoon the captured soldier’s screams for help had developed into screams of ecstasy, wailing out over the battlefield. Felicity was no longer sure if the girl was being forced anymore, or if she had truly just given in to the pleasure. "Concentrate your shots on the largest Ogres! When they have fallen, strike the Orcs closest to the wall!" With an ornate brass bugle in her right hand and a mass produced steel shortsword in her left she rallied her troops, slashing out at any Orcs that managed to clamber on top of the walls. Captain Felicity didn’t believe that she should possess any greater a weapon that the soldiers she commanded. How could they have faith in their gear if the higher ranking officers shirked them for elegant heirloom items? ‘After all,’ Felicity thought, ‘skill matters more anyway. It is the poor worker who blames their tools.’ The week of war was beginning to take its her toll on her. She had watched as a group of vampires snuck in one night, flying over the walls as bats before transforming in the middle of their campsite and dragging off one of her Sergeants. She watched in horror from atop the palisade as the bloodsucking bastards fucked her friend relentlessly just out of range of the guard arrows. It was a trick to try and get the guards to come out for their comrade where they would all be vulnerable; a trick which Felicity almost fell for. Grabbing a burning torch and her sword she attempted to open the main gate. If it hadn't been for a myriad of her juniors pulling her back from the edge she and dozens of her comrades would have been raped repeatedly before the breach could be sealed. The vampire attack paled in comparison to the onslaught they were facing today though. A week of rationed food and water was starting to take its toll on the morale and strength of her army, and the relentless nature of the Horde, throwing themselves against the walls without a care for their own lives, was making her soldiers worry if the siege could actually be broken. In the distance a pale grey smoke rose from a camp composed of several tarpaulin tents. Undoubtedly the Horde's headquarters. Felicity thought about how their generals would already be staking claims to the most beautiful, youthful, and fertile of her soldiers. It made her shudder at the thought of what lay ahead in her own future. "HELP! SOMEBODY!" squealed a panicked voice from behind her, catching her attention. The screams were coming from one of the palisade's outposts - special parts of the wooden walls that jutted out a few feet beyond the wall itself. They allowed archers to accurately target monsters that had crept up directly beneath the wall without having

to lean over and risk being grabbed. Unfortunately the outposts were little more than thin wooden platforms, supported by a couple of beams, and it had been years since the wood had been replaced. The old beams were known to creak and groan, but it wasn’t until the siege was underway that the pervasive rot was discovered. The palisades were sick and dying long before the Horde came. As Felicity approached the outpost her eyes widened at the scene before her. "I'm stuck! The wood fell through!" cried the girl again. The wooden outpost’s floorboards had rotten though, collapsing under her weight, creating a small hole which she had almost fallen through. If it hadn't been for the wide rim of the steel armour around her waist she would have completely passed through. Unfortunately, she was exposed from her belly down to whatever monstrosities lurked beneath the outpost. "Oh God! Something's pulling my leggings off! GET ME OUT OF HERE! GET ME OUT!" she screamed as two of her fellow soldiers attempted to lift her from the hole. "It's no good, sir! She's firmly stuck!" "Nooooo! HELP!" she squealed in a frantic panic. "Dammit! Let me take a look!" Felicity commanded, pushing the soldiers aside and grabbing onto the young soldiers hands. The girl looked back up at her officer with pleading brown eyes. “On my count! Three! Two! On-” “Ah- Ahhhh! Something’s licking me! Ohhh, fuck!” the soldier moaned, her brown eyes shutting tight as she started to bite her lip. Felicity heaved and tugged, but the steel armour had wedged itself firmly into the wood. The girl was well and truly trapped. The only way she would get out of this was by having some more of the rotten wood removed - but if the defenders of Sengraria did that they would risk the poor girl falling through and straight into the unseen creatures that were already molesting her. “Guardsmen! Stab your swords into the wood! Try and break it! I’ll keep a hold of her until there is a wide enough gap to pull her back up!” Felicity yelled at her fellowmen. *Thud* *Clunk* *Thud* The sound of heavy metal blades impacting against the rotting wood filled the air as some of the planks began to give way, opening up a tiny window to the ground below. Strange bipedal creatures with oily forest green skin had congregated around the trapped trooper’s nakedness. Four long carmine tongues extended from their mouths, curling around her bare thighs and lapping ceaselessly at her nether regions. She was trembling in Felicity’s arms now as the desperate Sergeant continued to try

and pull her up. “Ah! Ohhh! Mmmm! N-Not my ass too! AHHHHHHH!” the soldier squealed, throwing her head back and digging her fingers into Felicity’s shoulders. As more wood continued to be shifted out of the way loud sounds of slurping and smacking reverberated up to the soldiers atop the outpost. "I've got you, just keep fighting! Struggle to get out! Hold on to my hands! Help me pull her up, don't just stand around doing nothing!" Felicity bellowed in a rage. Deep beneath the platform the monsters were greeted with the sight of the girl's legs dangling helplessly , kicking back and forth. Several of the taller creatures wandered up to the trapped girl, reaching out to cling o to her ankles and keep her in place. Others began ripping off her cotton leggings, revealing her naked thighs to the world. The last line of defence between the monsters and her pussy were a thin pair of panties, which unsurprisingly, didn't last too long. With her most sensitive spots now on display for the monsters to do with as they pleased she felt the long, wet tongue of a Frogman begin curling up around her leg, like rope winding around a ship's anchor. The Frogmen were humanoid creatures with massive gullets and long tongues that curled up inside them. They were often deployed as ambush troops in the monster's ranks to soften up high-priority targets and capture unwitting girls. As the tongue continued to squirm up her thigh, growing closer and closer to her bare pussy lips, she struggled and wailed. "HEEELLP! IT'S LICKING ME!" Her back arched involuntarily as the warm tongue lapped over her pussy lips with a single, strong lick. She felt her labia moisten with more than just the creature's saliva. It was already managing to make her exited with a couple of licks. She dreaded the moment that it would penetrate her. Having something that felt this good passing over her clitoris was one thing, but the feeling of it actually pushing inside her and pressing up against her g-spot would be mind-numbingly good. "Uh... uhhh... h-help..." The tongue began flicking faster and faster, lapping aggressively until the Frogman felt that her pussy was suitably wet. The tongue then twisted around, pulling away from her labia and giving the girl a few seconds break. Her breathing became laboured and hesitant when the licking stopped. She knew it was preparing to dive inside her and the tension was unbelievable. "Dammit! She's stuck, Captain. I can't get her to budge an inch! We need to break some of this wood to make more room." "No, soldier! We'll risk the platform breaking and us all falling through! At least this way she can't be taken captive. How are you holding?" "S-something was l-licking me, but it's stopped now. I think they are goOOOHHHHH! UH! MMMMM! YESSSS!"

The tongue stabbed into her soaking pussy mid-sentence making her jolt forward in ecstasy as she clenched her teeth to suppress further moaning. Chapter 2 - Adriana "I'm telling you, gentlemen, they are breeding! That Horde is going to multiply in size every week that this blasted siege drags on!" "If you're thinkin' like tha' Cornelius, then you're a fool; we ain't gonna last another day, let alone a week. Get back in yer office, bur'crat. Office workers don't belong in a war council." The chubby Chancellor shut up, taking a couple of steps back from the meeting. The Master of Armaments was pressing his two massive arms into the table in front of him. The dark skin on his forearms seemed to flow seamlessly into the brown oak table giving them the appearance of two tree trunks. He was glaring relentlessly at the little man with midnight black eyes seeming to bore into his very soul. After a few seconds he was satisfied that he had stifled any opposition. "Now, yer Highness, what we need to do is round up the harses and prepare to charge out. We're gunna open the palisade gates and smash straight through their ranks. With out cavalry we can outrun them and make a break for Old Loch; I've got family in the nobility there and-" The old soldier's battle plan was interrupted by a much younger man this time, adorned in flowing black robes, and speaking in a calm, eloquent manner. "Pardon me for interrupting you, Basarus but I am curious as to what will become of the civilians and soldiers who do not get a horse?" "In every war there's gonna be collateral. Yer lookin' at this from the fancy, shmansy pious position. Every life is sacred and all that shit. Well, let me tell you somethin' it just fuckin' isn't. Out there my soldiers are fighting and risking their arses, QUITE LITERALLY, to protect a bunch o' cowards hidin' in their shacks. An' wi' all due respect to you, Pastor Brian, you've got no fuckin' authority to talk about human lives and equality coming from a church as violent and repulsive as your own." The young priest remained entirely calm, meeting his nemesis' gaze with cool blue eyes. "Basarus, you are quite aware of the factions within the church. You know that I am one of the most outspoken delegates for doctrinal reform Sengraria has ever sent to the Papacy," the holy man retorted quickly. "Oh, please. Yer all talk and no action. Where the fuck where-" "We really are getting off track..." spoke the Chief Administrator, desperately looking around the silent table for support. He found none. "Sod off, yeh wimpy wee bastard," Basarus snapped. As the men argued back and forth two scribes quickly shifted small wooden blocks

over an intricate map of the city. It was difficult for those without military experience to follow exactly what was happening, but it seemed the wooden blocks either represented troop movements, shifting lines of battle, or maybe objectives. Cornelius blinked heavily, rubbing his eyes and averting his gaze from the paper battlefield. "Sorry!" the administrator apologised, quickly raising his palms apologetically to Basarus. "Now... oh yeah! Where the fuck where yeh when yer church executed two of my best officers!? Some reformer you are if you never fuckin' show up the one time you can actually do somethin' useful. They slaughter anyone who has been fucked by one of those monsters. It's puritanism borderin' on insanity! My soldiers were no different after the attack, but yer church said they were fuckin' corrupted. Where the fuck where you?" An awkward silence flooded the room. "Ye don't give a shit at all, do yeh?" The priest allowed gravity to control his head as he exhaled, staring down at the solid oak surface of the table. He wasn't there for the soliders on the day of the execution. Something far more important had come up. A once in a blue-moon chance to reform the church. "Just what I fuckin' thought. Miserable hypocrite. You! Over there!" Basarus yelled, pointing at a trembling bodyguard, "Tell Captain Felicity to prepare tha' harses. We ride w'thin the hour!" As the Privy Council bickered and divided itself, slowly falling under the influence of Basarus, Princess Adriana watched silently from her throne with a racing heart and trembling hands. She thought about how nobody wanted a female monarch, or powerful women in any positions. To the displeasure of her father she was his only child; and in a vain bid to save his kingdom, he gifted her the city of Sengraria on her 18th birthday to run as a vassal of the Roffstein dynasty. It was a political move, of course. Without a marriage to a prominent Roffstien, and subsequent death of the husband, Adriana would never rule any more than her tiny corner of the world. 'I would sooner see my cities run by the Cape-Montalets, than have my world withering under the docile, timid rule of a woman,' she remembered him saying. 'Have I really become this worthless? I do nothing but sign the laws my Ministers draft. Am I a mere figurehead?' she looked up at Basarus and his dominating presence, over at Cornelius, and her smarmy Chief Administrator. A pang of guilt and anger rang through her body like the chapel bells, unceasing til the final note tolls. This crisis would be the last thing she was remembered for; and right now she didn't think she would be remembered at all. This was a man's world. With a heavy sigh she rose from her throne and walked out of the room. Not one of her Privy Council noticed her leaving, each member wrapped up in their own petty politics. As she walked down the stony corridor to her chamber she realised her father must have known about the siege for days now. He wasn't coming. He was going to let his own daughter be taken captive by these monsters. She stopped in the corridor,

clenching her fists in frustration and grabbing a ceramic pot from a shelf beside her. "Aaaaahhhhhhh!" she screamed in the fremde voice of a stranger, arcing the pot around and smashing it into stone wall, "This is MINE! Sengraria is MINE! I am its Sovereign! Curse these politicians and bureaucrats; and curse my father too! Curse the entire crooked system!" As she slowly drew in a breath and tried to calm down the candle to her left flickered, casting an ominous shadow across the hallway. "Huh? What- Mmmpppff!" A warm, leathery hand snapped over her mouth, cutting off her shriek for help...

Chapter 3 - Trouble Stirring Chapter 3 - Effie The arrow soared through the air, whistling as it missed the Flame Wolf by a hair’s width. The massive hound pounced on Effie’s light body, pinning her to the ground as it bared its flawless fangs. As her back hit the earth beneath her the cute Elf was winded and the splendid bow was knocked from her grasp. While struggling to breathe Effie felt the creature begin to tear at her flimsy bra. The sharp teeth tore the fabric, shredding the material and leaving her naked from the waist up. Her tiny breasts were now exposed to the beast before her. As she tried to struggle free heavy paws pinned her arms to the soil, trapping her as the Flame Wolf’s tongue began working on her nipples. The rough tongue was licking, caressing, and teasing the young Elf’s boobs relentlessly. “Uh! N-no! Stop that!” Effie gasped, realising that she could not be too loud or she would attract the attention of the whole Monster Horde. Her nipples were stiffening now and pleasure was building. Her pussy was already moistening within her panties. Effie’s cries and protests wouldn’t last much longer, already the second of the two Flame Wolfs was lining up its stiff cock with her lips. The timid Elf was fraught with conflicting instincts to either scream for help and have a penis shoved in her mouth, or keep her lips sealed and silently endure the Flame Wolfs’ assault on her body. She opted for the latter, clenching her teeth and sucking her lips tightly shut. Precum from the tip of the dick in her face was beginning to trickle down her cheek as the Flame Wolf rubbed itself across her smooth skin. The intense scent of its precum wafted into her nose, fogging her mind with lustful desires and impure thoughts. Perhaps it was the sheer pleasure of having her breasts licked, or maybe it was the smell. Maybe Effie was just tired of resisting. For whatever reason the young girl found herself opening her mouth slightly. This chink in her armour was enough for the Flame Wolf to act, quickly plunging its long cock into her virgin mouth. The monster felt her hot, wet mouth wrap around its shaft as it thrusted in deeper. Her tongue was inadvertently tickling the frenulum as the monster withdrew a few inches before thrusting forward again. Effie was nearly choking from the deep penetration of the Flame Wolf’s cock into her tight throat. The sensations of plunging its shaft over and over into her hot little mouth sent an orgasmic heat building in the Flame Wolf’s groin. A massive knot bulged outside her mouth; had it successfully penetrated her cunt or asshole she would have been unable to escape. Effie’ mind wandered as she began to imagine what it would feel like to be impaled on that cock, unable to escape as a massive pressure built up against her gspot. She was getting far wetter than she wanted to be right now. The cute Elf’s trail of thought was suddenly interrupted by the pulsing of the cock in her mouth. The realision that it was about to climax shocked her back to reality. “Mpfff! MPFFF!” she gagged, struggling to get the dick out of her mouth, but only managing to move it back a couple of inches out of her throat. The glans now sat over her tongue enabling her to taste the thick, salty cum as it

blasted into her mouth. There was far too much. Her gag reflex failed her as she inadvertently began to swallow the unusually hot fluid, feeling it warm her esophagus right down to her belly. “AROOOOOO!” the wolf howled, thrusting its hips and shaking frantically. Even with her unwanted swallowing there was too much cum for her little mouth to contain. It began to leak from her mouth, splattering over her bare breasts and drip down her neck. Anywhere that the creamy substance bespattered warmed like a hot chunk of basalt at noon. When the monster finally withdrew from her mouth it howled once more before turning tail and joining the assault on the wooden palisades of Sengraria. It must have been confident that the other wolf could handle this Elf by itself. The Flame Wolf pinning her down began to rub the glans of its stiff cock along the faint outline of her Elven vulva through her thin panties. The cum in her belly was already making her hornier and hornier with each passing second. When it came to the dangerous effects of a monster cumming in a girl’s pussy, pregnancy was the least the victim had to worry about. “Uhh!” she groaned, feeling the monster’s appendage press against her swollen clitoris. The Wolf continually pushed its cock against her ever-dampening panties, forcing the elastic material into her cunt. It went in a little further with each thrust until Effie could feel the glans of its cock squeezing in and out of her pussy. “No... S-stop...” Effie gasped, wanting to scream and yell, but knowing that she couldn’t be too loud or she would attract the whole Monster Horde her way. The feeling of her panties being forced inside her by the beast’s cock was making her soaking wet. The thin fabric of her panties were sogging wet, completely saturated with a mixture of her own lubricating juices and the salty precum from the Flame Wolf’s meaty dick. The dog-like creature was picking up the pace now, thrusting faster and deeper with each passing minute. It wouldn’t be long until the elastic of her panties snapped and its cock broke through and into her wet hole. “Ah! Ah... Ah ahhh... Sh-shit...” Effie grunted, biting her lower lip to fight back her own unwanted moans of pleasure. The Elf's toes curled into the grass as the cock thrust in deeper than ever before. She could feel her panties digging into the sides of her thighs, stretched to its limit like the sling on a catapult. *Twang* “NOOOO!” she gasped, feeling her panties break like a trapdoor on the stage. The beast’s cock surged inside her, burrowing to the depths of her love-hole and kissing her delicate cervix. It wouldn’t be long now until the Flame Wolf blew its hot load into her cunt, filling the Elf girl with waves of unfathomable ecstasy. Chapter 3 - Felicity

“What do we do, Captain?! We can’t leave her like this!” a panicked young recruit pleaded. “Keep pulling! We can tug her back up!” Felicity snapped. “Ohhh Godddddsss... it’s soooo goooood,” the trapped girl began to moan, her eyes rolling back in her head in ecstasy. Felicity bent down and slapped her across the face. “Hey! Stay with me! That’s an order! Don’t you give in to those bastards!” the exhausted Captain chided. She knew it was no use of course. No girl had ever lasted long when those Frogmens’ tongues got to work. It was like cunnilingus on steroids - a prehensile tongue that could penetrate deep into a girl’s most sensitive spots. It would lick and lap at places that could make a girl’s legs tremble and spasm uncontrollably. “I’m cumming! CUMMMING!” the young soldier giggled, a stupid smile plastered across her face. As her body began to spasm and shake the platform started to shake. “Get back!” Felicity ordered, staggering back as wooden planks caved down on the monster’s horde below. A gaping hole two meters wide in diameter had been made in the platform. Felicity approached it to peer down. The trapped soldier had fallen through, her whole body now stripped bare. One of the rarer monsters, a translucent orange slime, had stopped her body hitting the ground. Unfortunately it was now engulfing her lower body and invading every hole it could find with slimy tentacles. Felicity cursed her eagle-eyed vision, she saw all too well the tentacles invading the poor girl’s pussy, ass, and even her tight urethra. “Enough of that! I want spearmen around this hole stabbing down at any bastard that tries to climb up through it, “And someone grab some wooden boards to seal that breach!” Three brutish Orcs were already standing upon each others’ shoulders, forming a monstrous ladder. Thick green digits grasped and clutched at the edge of the hole in the palisade’s platform. Felicity knew she couldn’t wait, the spearmen wouldn’t make the palisades for another couple of minutes. “For Sengraria!” she yelled, drawing her blade from its scabbard and slashing downwards. With each strike she sent more Orcs tumbling to the ground below, carving deep trenches into their moss-coloured leathery flesh. And yet they kept rallying to rebuild their tower of flesh. Every few seconds saw more and more of the big brutes attracted to the breach. Felicity’s arm was burning with exhaustion, there was scarcely enough time for her to slice down before she needed to raise her blade once more. The Captain’s breathing grew staggered and weary, her strikes cutting shallower with each passing swing.

‘Where the fuck are my reinforcements?’ she pondered, lungs aching too much to bellow another order. It was then that Felicity felt it - a strong muscled grasp around her left ankle. One of the Orcs had her now. It wouldn’t be long until she was dragged down too like the poor soldier before her, gang-banged in full view of her former comrades out of reach of the protection of the palisades. “Gods help me... I’m fucked...” she sighed, watching her blade harmlessly bounce off the creature’s knuckles. Without an ounce of strength left in her body Captain Felicity consigned herself to defeat. She felt her legs begin to slide down the gaping maw on the platform... Chapter 3 - Adriana Adriana couldn’t scream. She tried her best, but the palm covering her mouth was unnaturally strong. She twisted and kicked, but her arms were soon restrained as well by her many-armed attacker. In her panicked captivity Adriana could do little more than helplessly count her attacker’s limbs. ‘My mouth... both my wrists... is that one or two hands groping at my bottom?!’ her mind raced, ‘four or five... What kind of monster is this?!’ Without being able to turn around the only thing Adriana could see was the lifeless grey of the cold castle walls. Occasionally the dark brown hand covering her mouth came into her peripheral view. Only the leader of the Monster Horde and the Gods knew the appearance of the stealthy creature that had infiltrated the inner castle. Quickly and nimbly the monster had begun to hike up Adriana’s skirt, revealing her long slender legs and the tops of her untanned thighs. She cringed at the thought of her black silk panties being on display to this aberrant - no, abhorrent monster. Fingers from far too many hands tickled, touched, and toyed with her shapely body. Through the fabric of her thin, silken panties long fingers caressed and dragged their way along the outline of her vulva. Adriana was now glad that the creature had its hand tightly clamped over her mouth - without it there she would have to bite her own lip to prevent an excited moan from escaping. She had never imagined the clitoris to be so sensitive that stimulation through clothing could yield such pleasure. “Mpppffff... mpffff!” Her cries dissipated in the air around her, like smokey breath on a cold Winter’s morning. Even with the creature’s hand over her mouth it seemed like another force was at work, muffling the sound. Adriana stomped her shoe on the hard wooden floor. *tap* The solid echo that should have been simply wasn’t. It was insulated like a scream of rage into a dense pillow. This aura of silence that the creature exuded would ensure that the Princess had no chance of her struggles being heard. Another two hands reached around to her neckline before slipping down her

dress and groping her breasts. The warm palms sent shivers down her spine. These shivers quickly turned into a perverse pleasure as the fingers began to pinch and tug at her tender nipples. Adriana felt the silk of her panties start to soak up her wetness. If she were able to see her underwear now she would notice a dark, damp oval just around her vulva were the monster’s fingers caressed. “Mmm... offmmmmm...” Adriana clenched her eyes and drew a deep breath through her nose. A novel warmth had appeared in her crotch and was building with each passing stroke of her attacker’s diligent digits. As it curved a finger under her panties and pulled them to the side the Princess’ heart raced in a mixture of terror and excitement. It would be the first time she had ever been touched there. The monster felt the entrance to her hot, wet hole with its curved finger. She was slick and lubricated as her body’s desires betrayed the rationality of her mind. It felt every single twitch and shudder of the captive Princess as the finger slowly pressed into her tight pussy. Her cunt was perfect - pristine condition, and a virgin too. It would relish the chance to pump her full of thick seed and impregnate her. It would break the morale of the defenders’ of Sengraria to see their monarch pregnant and defiled by a monster. With the girl now wet enough now the monster extended a long tendril that cumulated in a cock-like tip. A thin slit at the end leaked a pale white precum. Adriana looked down in horror as the creature tested its tendril against her thigh, blasting a massive wad of thick white cum across it. She began to panic even more as the cum-coated tentacle started snaking its way towards her dripping cunt. Monsters’ cum was extremely potent at finding girls’ eggs and impregnating them. Even if the girl wasn’t at the right point of her cycle, many monsters had ways of inducing ovulation in their target. Some used drugs and powerful aphrodisiacs. Others relied upon tiny tendrils that would dive deep into ovaries and pluck an egg. “MPPFFFF! NMMM! NMMMMMM!” Adraia howled, shaking her head and wriggling frantically. The semen squirting appendage was scarcely more than two inches from her hole now. Two inches from unloading hot jizz inside her and fertilising her vulnerable eggs. “Nmfff! Hmmmpffff!” she screamed in a mixture of fear and pleasure. The adrenaline coursing through her veins did little to ease the tingling pleasure of her nipples being fondled and tweaked. If the monster kept this up she would surely cum. And while she basked in the afterglow it would pump her womb full of cum. She felt the tip of the sticky cum-coated tentacle caress her vulva. This was it. Her virginity would soon be lost. She would be reduced to a sullied*CLANG*

The mist of silence broke as Adriana was thrown to the floor. She tumbled and opened her eyes to see the hulking figure of Basarus with a shining silver blade in his right hand. He had shoulder-charged the monster to the floor, the sheer impact forcing it to release the Princess from its vile grip. From this angle Adriana could see the creature that had held her down. It was a peculiar monster with chameleon skin. Its body was tall and lanky at almost eight feet - even in the high corridors of the castle it was forced to hunch over, lending it an ominous appearance. The face was flat, like a dinner plate, with a tiny rectangular mouth, two tiny slits for nostrils, and two massive ever-shifting eyes. In addition to the two long legs that it stood upon, six more limbs extended from its torso. To complete the horrific visage a long tail-like appendage swung underneath the monstrosity ending in the cum-carrying tip that had almost impregnated the Princess and stolen her virginity. The final result wasn’t far off what Adriana imagined the offspring of a spider and a snake would look like. The six limbs swung at Adriana’s bearded saviour, alternating blows left and right, forcing Basarus back down the corridor as he quickly parried with his blade. A punch swung in towards the side of his head, but he was able to duck in time, swinging his sword up and cleaving through one of the monster’s arms. “Raaaaggghhh!” her saviour screamed, charging forward again and shoulder-barging the monstrosity in its chest. “Get yersel’ clear, Princess! Ah’ve got this bastard!” he roared, wrestling with the beast, alternately stabbing with his sword and punching at its face with a clenched fist. Adriana dragged herself away, clinging onto the stones in the wall to try and support her trembling body. She was still in shock from the attack. Thoughts raced through her mind, ‘How had the monster infiltrated the castle?’ ‘How many others came with it?’ ‘Was she the only one they were targeting?’ There was a wet noise as Basarus heaved his sword from the creature’s chest. “Yeh alrigh’ yer highness?” “Y-Yeah... That was too close...” Even in its dead state the creature’s skin was turning light brown to mimic the colour of the wooden floors. After a few more seconds it began to fade away. “A Creeper. Nas’y lil’ bas’ards,” Basarus spat on the monster’s corpse, “I’ll ge’ my men to scour tha’ castle for more. Go an’ get some rest - and NEVER go off on yer own! It’s unlikely, but another could’ve slipped past us too.” “Thank you, Basarus. I’ll head to the safety of the Chapel now.” “Aye, tha’s a sound idea. Bar the doors behind ye.” Adriana rushed around the corner, past the washrooms and servants quarters, past the dining hall and ceremonial chambers. The Chapel lay in the furthest corner at the rear of the castle guarded by a beautiful oak door. Carvings of holy knights, benevolent monarchs, and good saints battling Monsters had been etched into the surface. The Princess shuddered as her eyes noticed a knight with a lance impaling a

many-armed creature that looked all too familiar.

Chapter 4 - Get With the Program/To Bargain With Gods and Dhaaymuns Chapter 4 - Effie “Ahhhh!” Effie howled, the beast’s cock beginning to thrust in a regular rhythm. *Shlick Shlick* Wet sopping sounds echoed through the grassy thicket as the hound railed into the trapped elf’s cunt. In a vain attempt to stop her squeals Effie turned her head to the right, biting into a thick tuft of grass. “Mmmm... Unnngggggmmmm...!” she gasped, clenching her eyes tightly shut. There was no point in struggling right now, all she would likely do is attract more monsters to her position. Effie would have to wait and endure until an opportunity to strike back presented itself. “Ugh... uh! Uh!” Effie grunted through tightly sealed lips, the taste of grass in her mouth. The Flame Wolf was picking up the pace now, pistoning her abused cunt faster and faster. The Elf’s juices were soon flowing freely, dripping down and coating the thicket where she lay. All the while something was swelling inside her. ‘Oh fuck! It’s going to knot me!’ the panicked Elf realised. The hot fleshy bulge continued to grow inside her pussy, stretching it to the limit. With each passing second more and more pressure began to build against her g-spot. Her warm juices were tickling down her thighs and across her buttocks, her exhausted legs shaking and shuddering near-uncontrollably. She knew deep down that she couldn’t resist the knot for long; that she would soon be made this doggy’s quivering bitch. “AROOOOO!” The hound’s howl of dominance left Effie feeling powerless. She was being ridden hard and her body was starting to love every second of it. She knew she had to resist. For the people of Sengraria, for the pride of the Elven race, and for her own honour she couldn’t resign herself to the fate of being a doggy slut. Even if it was the best sex she’d ever had in her life... “Mmmm! Ufffmmmm!” she grunted, fists inadvertently tearing chunks of grass from the ground as she wrapped her slender legs around the Flame Wolf’s waist. The soft fur tickled and pricked her sensitive thighs, further accentuating the already intense pleasure of being fucked by this monster. Her toes curled tightly and her back began to arch as the cock inside her bore deeper. Heavy beads of sweat began to trickle from every pore on her body. The sexy Elf’s body was now glistening in the sunlight. Her shiny wet breasts bounced with each thrust of the doggy dig pressing

against her sensitive cervix and all-too-fertile womb. A burning sensation suddenly began to build within Effie’s loins. ‘No... I can’t be cumming!’ “AROOOOO! AAAAARRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” the Flame Wolf howled, louder and longer this time. “No! Don’t cum inside me!” Effie squealed, throwing caution to the wind as she felt the dick inside her begin to pulsate. The Flame Wolf’s cock seemed to squirm inside her even faster, penetrating to the deepest recesses of her abused pussy. Red raw pleasure rocketed through her veins, sending the Elf twitching and spasming against the onset of her climax. “N-no! I’m not going to cum! I’m not going to-” Effie felt a roasting fluid blast across her cervix, flooding her vagina, and seeping out of her overflowing lovehole. “AAAYYYAYAAAAAA! CUMMMMING!” she squeaked, eyes rolling back in her head as she wrapped her legs tighter around her attacker’s torso. Her thighs pulled the Flame Wolf in deeper - she longed nothing more than to feel the intense heat of the monster’s cum filling up her pussy like cream in a éclair. Effie’s body was shaking uncontrollably - like the victim of a capsized boat, all she could do was attempt to brave the worst of the rapids. She may have lost control of her body, but she may yet keep control of her mind if she could resist the pleasure a little longer. “Ah! Ahhhhh! Fuuuuuccck! It’s soooo gooood!” the young Elf gasped, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip. The Flame Wolf continued thrusting, the knot at the base of its cock continuing to pressure her g-spot. The sounds of her squelching wetness echoed through the thicket. She was lucky that no more monsters had seen or heard her. Perhaps they were preoccupied with the ongoing battle, or maybe they knew a lone Elf girl stood no chance against a pack of Flame Wolves. “Ahhh... Ah... Wow... Oh...” The Elf’s cries of ecstasy gradually settled down as the beast slowed, eventually pulling the cock and knot out of her pussy. She lay on the ground, still shuddering as the Flame Wolves rushed away, convinced that the Elf no longer posed a threat. Indeed, it was taking every fiber of her being to not start masturbating in the middle of the battlefield, to not throw herself at the mercy of an Orc Warlord. The Flame Wolf’s cum was having a strong effect on her body. It singed and burnt in the throbbing way that only a monster’s potent cum could. “I pray to the Gods that I’m not pregnant...” she whispered, trying to regain her composure and modesty.

Chapter 4 - Felicity ‘It’s over. This is it. I’m fucked...’ As Felicity’s final thoughts crossed her mind she felt her legs being dragged down the hole. She had fought long and hard for the monarchy in Sengraria, but that would all be in vain, for once those monsters pulled her from the Palisades she would be taken as a prisoner. She knew what they would do to her. She knew that they would almost certainly succeed. She knew that in thirty minutes time, an hour at most if she really resisted, she would be reduced to a gibbering slut, begging to suck and be fucked by the myriad of monsters of the horde. “NOW! ATTACK! Corporal, grab her! Don’t let them drag her down!” came the voice of a zealous Sergeant. Felicity was stunned as half a dozen spears suddenly descended around her, piercing down into the Orcs flesh and sending them reeling. Their grip around her ankles weakened as she found herself pulled back above the Palisade. She was still exhausted with barely enough energy to breathe, let alone stand. So she lay against the wooden Palisade, watching in drowsy interest as a team of six soldiers dropped a flat iron sheet over the breach. “The breach is sealed! We need some weights on it. Get sacks of flour and sand. Stack them on top of the iron sheet! That’ll stop the bastards pushing it up!” the Sergeant ordered once more before turning to Felicity. “Captain, are you alright?” “Uh... yeah...” Felicity gasped in reply. “We saw you from the staging ground, you were swinging like a tornado hit you! No wonder you made Captain so quickly!” Felicity managed to crack a short smile and open her eyes long enough to glance at her rescuer. She recognised him instantly as Sergeant Saunders. He had trained with her when she first enlisted with the military - but they had long since separated as Felicity quickly ascended through the ranks. Saunders had never been good at currying favour with higher ranking officers; unlike Felicity who knew how to command her martial skills, as well as her womanly physique to impress her superiors. “Come on Captain, on your feet!” he bellowed, grabbing Felicity’s wrist and hoisting her up, “Let’s get you off this fucking wall, Phileas wants to speak with you.” “Give me... a couple of minutes to... rest...” “I’ve got you a horse down there. It’ll save you the walk.”

“Thank you, Saunders. I... owe you one...” she sighed as he lifted her onto the horse. “You can repay me now. Just tell me one thing. That jump from Sergeant to Sergeant Major, did you fuck the Captain to get it?” Felicity froze, her shoes now resting in the stirrups. She didn’t say a word. It had been almost five years ago and she had tried to forget. The competition was fierce Saunders had bested her in the final challenge of the duel, yet he was surprised to find that two days later the job was still given to Felicity. For a few precious moments the Captain’s mind wandered to the past. “It’s not a question of your skill with a blade. We both know that was lacking. What this is,” a uniformed figure continued, “is a test of your skills with MY blade. Do you understand?” “Y-Yes...” “Yes, what?” “Yes, Captain Volzcheck.” “Now, take off that breastplate and get on your knees,” Volzcheck ordered, stepping out of his chair and unfastening his belt buckle. He was a tall man, standing just shy of six feet with rippling muscles pronouncing themselves through the thin cotton of his white shirt. His pitch black hair was combed back and his brown eyes bore into whatever they looked at with an unnerving intensity. The Captain was in his mid-thirties, but scarcely looked a day over twenty-five. At barely nineteen Sergeant Felicity was a nervous prodigy. Her breastplate fell from her chest, followed by her black bra a few seconds later. The Captain’s trousers followed suit, tumbling to the floor with a soft ‘flump’ and revealing a sizable seven inch shaft. “Well? I’ve already got it hard. The rest of the work is up to you.” Felicity nodded, brushing her long hair over her shoulders so it wouldn’t interfere with her work. She’d sucked off guys before during her naughty teenage years. A fond memory crossed her mind of a time when she got to a second-base threesome with two handsome farmlads she met. This felt different though. It felt wrong, dirty, sleazy - and not in a sexy way. Already her tongue was journeying its way up his shaft, starting the trail from his balls and rising towards the purplish tip. He was already glistening with precum, the thought of having his dick sucked by the sexy Sergeant had been gnawing at his mind all day. It pervaded every meeting and stopped him from concentrating. But all that could end now - for it was finally happening. He sighed heavily as he felt the hot embrace of her womanly mouth around his glans. “That’s it. Keep suckin’,” he grunted, raising his palms to the back of her head. Even if Felicity had planned to suck on his cock slowly, she was denied the choice. The Captain’s hands behind her head pulled her forward, impaling her mouth on the stiff shaft. It easily slid down her wet mouth and into her throat. Felicity beat on his waist with her fists. She was panicked and unable to breathe. He only released her when her mascara had begun to trickle down in her cheeks.

*Cough* *Splutter* “You’re not half bad at that - not many girls can take it down their throat.” “Fuck you...” *Cough* “I believe the words you are looking for are, ‘Thank you for your cock, Captain. May I suck it some more, Captain?’” Felicity felt a burning shame in her chest. She had come this far and endured this much already. There was little sense in backing out now over some long lost pride. “Thank you... for your... cock, sir - I mean, Captain. May I... suck it some more, Captain?” “Good girl.” Felicity knew that she needed to finish this. The best way was to just give it her all and hope he would cum quickly. *Shlurrrp* *Suck suck* The eager Sergeant was giving the Captain her all now, head bobbing back and forth while her hands relentlessly pumped the shaft. Occasional bursts of salty precum emanated from the tip of his glans. Her mind wandered to the ending. Where would he cum? In her mouth? On her already bare breasts? Would he make her swallow it? Felicity shuddered before swirling her tongue quickly around the head of the shaft. The effect was immediate. Captain Volzcheck’s legs began to tremble and his shaft grew in her mouth. He was about to cum. Felicity released the cock from her mouth and wrapped both hands around the shaft, interlocking her fingers. “You wanna cum on my tits, sir? Is that what you want? Cum for me! Cum on my titties!” *KNOCK KNOCK* “Captain! Are you alright? I thought I heard a voice in there!” “Fuck off, Sergeant Saunders! I’m a little occupied right now!” “But sir, I just wanted to know when the results of the promotion were being finalised.” “DON’T COME IN! I’m - ugh! M-marking them right now, Saunders. I’ll tell you tomorrow. Ahh, fuck...” “Ok then, I’ll see you tomorrow I guess...” Guilt hit Felicity’s stomach like a deadweight. She had stopped moving her hands while her fellow Sergeant was outside the office. “What are you waiting for? He’s gone now. Finish up!”

“Y-yes, sir. You wanted to cum on my big titties, didn’t you?” Her hands moved faster now than before, bumping back and forth across his shaft. She felt it begin to throb beneath her grip. This was it. “Fuck! Yes! Hnnng! Keep moving those sexy little hands! GRRAAAAHHHHHH!” Felicity shut her eyes as the thick white strands of baby batter splattered across her naked bosom. It seemed to go on forever, constant blasts glazing her in a shimmering white coat of semen. “Eww...” “Phew, that was... great. Count yourself in for the promotion.” “I’ve changed my mind, sir. I don’t want it.” “Huh? What do you mean?” “Saunders deserves it more.” “Listen Felicity, you’re going to get with the gameplan here. If you don’t get on the fucking stage tomorrow and accept this promotion I will ruin you. I will see that you become nothing more than this regiment’s fucktoy. Am I making myself clear?” “Sir, please! It isn’t fair to-” “Was I not fucking clear you glazed donut?! I let you suck me because I thought you were with the program. Either you are a smart cookie who is moving up in the world, or you are a dumb slut who is destined to be used. Now get the heck out of my office and wash your tits.” “Yes Saunders, I fucked the Captain.” “You disingenuous slut,” Saunders practically snarled, his calm demean our melting like morning frost. “The military, the government - it’s all corrupt to the stinking core. Now get with the program or languish as a Sergeant for another five years.” Chapter 4 - Adriana The door creaked open, revealing the ornate interior of Sengraria’s religious epicenter. It was here that the peasants and paupers, the lords and ladies, the men and women of Sengraria would set aside their differences and worship in unison. It was a progressive sect of the faith known as the Egalitarch; a sect that had not seen widespread growth or success. Indeed, most of the wider church were distrusting of the Egalitarchs. Notable beliefs included the three pillars of equality of opportunity, pursuit of knowledge, and violence only as a last resort. Naturally, this put it on a collision course with the expansive, regressive iconoclasts that had led the church since the Caucus of Hezrah four months ago. In times of terror people turn to extreme ideologies. The Chapel was quiet now with the sole exception of the berobed Pastor’s whispered prayers. He knelt at the end of the room, past the rows of wooden pews, his face

raised to a beautiful stained-glass window. It depicted no prophets or Gods, no Angels nor Dhaaymuns. Instead that glass window showed only the emerald green hills and sapphire blue waters, all beneath a beryl sunrise. When the sunlight passed by that window, just after three o’clock the glass shards would come to life in a dazzling array of sparkling beauty. “...and hear me now, I plead. Your people cry seeking comfort. I know the Gods help those who help themselves; I ask nothing more from you all than the strength and wisdom to help and console the others here. Give me this... Give me this and I will prove myself as your loyalist servant, your most devoted worshiper.” The Pastor’s voice was remarkably calm. He was focused - it reminded her of the traders that used to set up shop within the wooden palisades. Except, he wasn’t trading with customers, he was bargaining with the Gods. Not wanting to interrupt him, Adriana quietly sat down on one of the wooden pews. The door was locked behind her, she should be safe in here for as long as the castle walls held back the horde. Her panties were still damp from the assault that had almost claimed her precious virginity. Eventually the Pastor finished praying, rising back to his feet and turning to see Adriana sitting there. “Princess!” he almost yelped, jumping back, “I hadn’t heard you enter. My apologies, I was just praying-” “It’s ok, Pastor. Please, continue,” Adriana smiled, opening her palms, “I’m just taking shelter in here. The castle was infiltrated by a Creeper barely five minutes ago. It almost got me - Basarus saved my life.” “By the Gods! Are you alright?” “It was close, but I just about escaped. It was- it was trying to... impregnate me.” “Princess, I’m not going to lie to you, things aren’t looking good. We’re badly outnumbered, our soldiers are getting tired, and there is no sign of any reinforcements coming to save us. Other Lords and Princes will be reinforcing their own castles for the coming attack. We’re on our own.” “Are you saying there’s no way we can win this battle?” “The odds aren’t on our side. I know things got pretty heated in your Privy Council earlier. But your generals and Ministers aren’t wrong. It is truly a grim situation. We need more soldiers on our side.” “We don’t have any more.” “It has been suggested that we arm the peasants and villagers, but I don’t even think that will be enough. Princess, forgive me for suggesting this, but I urge you to listen to me with an open mind. We can seek salvation from the Dhaaymuns. they can be bargained with, an alliance can be forged, and a deal struck. No, please, don’t panic. I know it sounds like an awful idea - but just hear me out.” Adriana was dumbstruck. Dhaaymuns were dangerous, inhumane creatures. Incapable of even possessing emotions like love, or practicing altruism. There was a

reason the church had long pushed for the criminalisation of contacting the Dhaaymunic world. Letting them into Sengraria would be like opening the floodgates - and what of the price they would have to pay in return? If Sengraria survived solely by selling the souls of it citizens would it even remain a town wroth defending? “Please, Princess. We don’t have much time. I can summon a Dhaaymun for you to speak with - absolutely no obligations. Just hear him out. He can help us repel the Horde, he can help us save the civilians. But right now, you need to think beyond the teachings of the archaic regressives that are writing the church’s dogma.” “I’m not listening to any more of this heretical talk!” she snapped at the Pastor, rising to her feet to make for the door. “Princess! It isn’t safe out there! Please, the Dhaaymuns aren’t the monsters you think they are! Are they like us? No. But that doesn’t make them intrinsically evil. They simply hold different values.” “It’s wrong- it’s- it’s evil!” “That’s just what you’ve been conditioned to believe!” the Pastor raising his voice for the first time, “I’m a man of faith, but doesn’t preclude me from being a man of logic and reason too. I have spoken with a particular Dhaaymun Lord many times now. Princess, listen to me, they aren’t malicious. If anything, they are creatures of pity. We drove them into their other dimension centuries ago, simply because they couldn’t feel things that we feel, because we were afraid of them. Not being capable of emotions like love does not make them evil.” The Pastor paused his monologue, drawing a deep breath and noticing that Adriana had finally calmed down. “The world is not divided into something so simplistic as ‘good and evil' or ‘black and white.’ Such binary dichotomies rarely exist - and if you,” the Pastor hesitated once more, grasping for the right words, “...if you try to enforce that rigorous preconception on the peoples of this world many will not fit into your mould. They will be hurt.” The Princess could barely speak. The Creeper had attacked her body, but this Pastor was attacking her mind. It felt like her was ripping out the foundations upon which her whole worldview had been constructed. “It’s OK to be distressed, to be emotional; to admit that you don’t know the answers. If you can suppress your pride and admit to yourself that you need to learn more you will flourish. Please, Adriana, let me introduce you the Dhaaymun Lord Kul’draan. You don’t need to be afraid, they may not feel love - but they are not the bloodthirsty warmongers that you would be led to believe either.” Adriana was terrified - but it was a worse and deeper terror than she had felt when the Creeper had attempted to impregnate her. If it had succeeded her world would have been turned upside down, but at least she could have held on to her belief in the Gods, in morality, in her sense of good and evil. This Pastor was ripping apart something that appeared to be as fundamental as the laws of gravity. The Princess’

stomach felt empty. Not the kind of emptiness you feel when you wake up in the morning - it was the kind of hollow vacuum that could only be filled over time. “If I have to relearn the way the world works, I may as well get started. Summon this Dhaaymun.” “As you wish.” The Pastor picked up a pair of candles and set them on the cobbled chapel floor and lighting them. Their glow shaded the stones with a washing of tepid orange light. Over the next few minutes he drew a series of connecting and overlapping semicircles. When he had finally finished he stood to his feet to reveal an intricate network of white chalk distending from each of the melting candles. With one hand outstretched over the circle, palm facing the floor, the Pastor uttered a single word, “Taaraanagh!” The flames of the candles were suddenly sucked out and into the chalk on the floor where they spread along the lines. The semicircles lit up in bright red flames which turned to pink and then several colours Adriana had never contemplated before. From the circles of flames an ominous coal-black figure began to rise, slowly ascending as purple-tinged smoke billowed from the unseen other world. When it had finally fully emerged the Dhaaymun’s firey red eyes turned upon the Pastor. “We seriously need to work out a better way to communicate. I was in the middle of my dinner, now it’s going to get cold by the time I get back,” the Dhaaymun Lord glared. An awkward silence followed for a few seconds before the Pastor started laughing, “You almost got me there, you sly devil.” Soon the Dhaaymun was laughing as well, “What’s going on, Brian? I see you have a friend today. I take it our midnight rendevous are no longer secret?” “They still are, only the Princess knows. Speaking of which, please meet Princess Adriana, ruler of Sengraria.” The Dhaaymun Lord nodded its head in a slight bow before returning his gaze to Pastor Brian. “We need your help, Sengraria is under siege. That Monster Horde that we spoke of it was bigger and more organised than we predicted. I fear that Sengraria won’t last long.” “You know the general terms of any such deal. Our...” the Dhaaymun paused as if searching for a word, “...friendship won’t trump custom.” “I respect that. What forces can you spare?” “A demi-legion of five hundred warriors; in exchange for a challenge against your Princess.” “Challenge? What do you mean?” Adriana interjected fearfully.

“A simple game of lust, Princess,” the Dhaaymun Lord grinned, “If you win you gain paramount command of my demi-legion.” Pastor Brian gulped, he was clearly much more used to the direct mannerisms of the Dhaaymuns than Adriana was. Hopefully she wouldn’t immediately fear and reject them like so much of humanity did. Thank you very much for taking an interest in my writing and reading this much. It is very much appreciated. I would like to extend a personal thanks to the numerous people who have emailed me with their ideas, compliments, witty banter, and most importantly - criticism, over the past three years. I hope you are looking forward to the full release of the Siege of Sengraria as much as I am. Happy Fapping, Onyx xx