The room was tremendous. Em listened to her own footfalls echo as she timidly skulked away from the spot she had landed. Velrak's dead body was her marker, slumped face down over a stone pew.

The pews were arranged in a semicircle centered on something far in the distance, but the room was so large and dark that she couldn't be sure what it was. Nevertheless she groped her way towards it, using Velrak's ring as a dim source of light.

As she got closer she could make out a large stone throne set high on a series of polished stairs. The size of the room and the countless pews made it obvious that this was once a very important place.

The throne was not empty. A decrepit skeletal figure still sat on it, its body crumpled to one side. Though most of it had rotted with age it still had a terrifying demeanor. Its skull was obviously humanoid, but not quite human. Its eye sockets were curved upwards and several sharp horns and hooks protruded from the skull like thorns. A tarnished golden crown still sat on its head, and though one of its arms had disintegrated with age, the other seemed to be in almost pristine condition. It was clutching a long ornate rod, perhaps 4' high. Obviously something in the rod had the power to at least partially preserve its owner.

As Em looked at it she suddenly had the feeling that the skeletal king was not all-together dead. Something in the air, or something in the way the eye sockets stared at her, told her that some malicious power still animated it, albeit weakly.

Her skin crawled as she felt it watching her. Without thinking she began backing away - and that's when she noticed it � dust was falling from its bones. Suddenly she realized that it was trying to move. It was as if she had stepped on a hot coal - she scrambled back - terrified out of her mind. She had just seen a dead thing move.

But in abject terror she could see that the creature was too old to stand. In a cloud of dust the ancient bones fell back into the throne, twitching helplessly in its ancient seat. As powerful and terrifying it may once have been it had now weakened almost to impotence.

Still the power was there. The evil was there. Em could feel it. Although the creature could not stand up, although it could not move - it obviously meant her harm. She could almost see it calculating, thinking, planning... Clearly it knew she was there.

In the eerie darkness of the subterranean vault there was a momentary struggle of wits. On the one hand Em fought to regain control of her emotions and to think of a plan. On the other the lich king considered his options.

The moment passed and without knowing why Em knew she was too late. Something decisive had happened. She knew it with intuitive certainty. She turned to run and that's when she heard it - something scraping in the distant darkness. At first it was little more that a muffled scratching, but in contrast to the deadness of the vault the sound seemed horribly loud. Em knew something was coming for her�. Looking around her the one thing she didn�t notice was the conspicuous lack of Velrak�s body.

Em ran in a blur, weaving recklessly between the stone pews without any sense of purpose or direction. In the near total darkness she crunched her knee hard against one of the pews and stumbled, reeling from a pain, but she got up and limped on heedlessly.

The room seemed endless. No matter how far she ran she could not find a wall - for all she knew she could have circled back around in her confusion. Her throat ached from the dry and dusty air and her sides ached with cramps but even so her ears strained to hear over her heavy breathing for the scuffling of her unknown pursuer�

It was still there... louder now - an uneven, dragging footfall. It seemed to be right on top of her. Em took a few more half-hearted steps to get away, but in the darkness she knew it was useless. Finally, pulling her wits together, she tried to remember the spell to create light � it had been on the tip of her mind from the very second she had been banished by the mage.

�Illuminat!� she screamed, shoving her hand into the air. In response a tiny glowing ball of light shot out of her palm and arced into the air. The darkness melted away in a 30� sphere around her, illuminating, just at the edge of the shadows, her pursuer.

Velrak himself - his dead animated body � was ambling awkwardly towards her. His limbs seemed to be flopping forward as if on strings, his neck crooked awkwardly to one side - a trail of dried blood and the pump of Lish's viscous stab wounds budging from his neck. His face was contorted in a grimace of tortured pain - his left eyeball rolled back into his head and his jaws clenched tight. He was moving forward like a machine - unaware, undead. It was clear that the lich was controlling his body - manipulating his limbs like a puppet.

Em yelped, stumbling head over heels on one of the pews. She scrambled up, her body covered with dust but he seemed to be right above her. In a blur she began to run � that�s when she felt a cold, lifeless hand descend onto her shoulder, clamping tight. It was like a bad nightmare. Em screamed with all her might, kicking violently and squirming. Another hand descended on her and soon the two fell forward, the dead, animated body trapping her under its weight.

Em screeched in terror as she struggled to get free from the pile of cold limbs that were clutching her and grabbing her. Somehow she managed to squeeze out and get onto her knees, but something was holding her back - Velrak's hand was wrapped around her ankle like a vice. Slowly she was being pulled back, even as she struggled to get free.

From behind she felt one of his clammy hands wrap tightly around her neck, fingers squeezing into the soft flesh. Em's eyes bulged out under the pressure. She ripped at it, but his skin was like leather. It was impossible to breathe. Flashes of light began to swirl in her vision as she struggled for breath. She kicked her feet, once, twice� Then, from the corner of her eye, she saw his free hand wind up and smash across her temple. In a flash she was engulfed in blackness...

***

She woke up on her back. She was being dragged between the pews. Velrak had her by one leg, pulling her across the dusty stone floor of the cavern. Em's head was swimming. She could see the pews going by one after the other. The stone floor was scraping across her back. She was being dragged back to the throne.

Velrak dumped her in front of the lich king. Em rolled weakly to one side, her big blue eyes staring up him. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Not in her wildest, most terrifying nightmare could she have ever imagined that her life would have led her into the hell she was in.

She was helpless. She struggled, but she could hardly move - Velrak's hands were on her again, gripping her neck and shoulders like iron shackles. He pulled her up to her knees, holding her face down by her neck. She hovered there, face inches from the earth, ass in the air, feeling completely open and vulnerable. She waited, unsure of what was to happen. From behind her there was a ripping sound and then, to her true horror, she felt something poke at her from behind.

"No�Please�" Is all she managed to say before she felt the unholy thrust of Velrak's bloated penis bang squarely against her pussy.

"No! This is not happening� Uggg�. This is not happening,� She whimpered again and again as she felt the pressure build. Soon it was slipping inside of her - tunneling slowly forward and squeezing inside. Velrak began to thrust, opening her wider and forcing more of himself inside. Her body was forced forward, her breath squeezed from her chest. Just below her face she could see the iron boots of the lich king as she was rocked back and forth on her knees, her breasts sweeping back and forth.

Her pussy felt cramped and stretched. He was all the way inside. His dick was buried so far inside her that she felt his wiry pubic hair grinding against her ass. She squeezed her eyes shut in denial as she felt cold hips slap against her body. A dead man was fucking her. She could feel the lifelessness of it. The passionless mechanics of it. Velrak's body was moving in fits and jerks - animated, but not alive - his movements under the control of another being.

In her tears she clutched the ground, her fingers splaying and tightening to each thrust. How long could it last? She had no idea. All she knew is that the thrusts were getting harder and more animal-like. She could see her spit wetting the iron boots before her.

The pounding got harder and more rhythmic. She was being rocked back and forth - the full length of Velrak's penis slapping in and out of her.

Her fingers curled around the tip of the rod. Then for a brief moment she saw a flash of sickening white light. It was blinding and cold at the same time. Her heart felt frozen from the mere thought of it. She had seen something though� Her fingers reached out again and clasped around the base of the rod. Again the flash of white light.

She was looking at the room from a different perspective. She could see the details of the floor - the details of the throne. Everything was ornate and terrible - bathed in an evil glory. She brought her gaze up - even as she was being pounded from behind. Her eyes fell on the lich king. Only now he was not so decrepit. His face was a mask of evil. A think layer of translucent skin pulled taught over his features. His eyes were rotted yellowed balls staring down at her. She slowly realized that she was looking at the king as he was in his own dimension. Somehow the rod was letting her look into another plane of existence.

But there was more than just him. All around the room there was malicious spirits. They were everywhere - thin tendrils of energy slowly appearing and disappearing into the darkness - almost too old to be exist even in their own plane. All had their sites set on Em. She strained to look behind her at the thing that was assailing her. Velrak's hands were clutching her hips, digging into the soft flesh. His penis was stiff with dead blood, rock hard as it tunneled into her body. She could see that his flesh was a battleground of spirits, each fighting to gain control over him- animating him. Tendrils of uncoordinated energy sparked along his nerve paths, burning out synapses, polluting and transforming him. His brain seemed to flicker with evil spirits, his biology rotting and transforming into something putrid and otherworldly.

The process was quickening. She could see a silent power building in him, growing with each thrust. A blackness - cold and dark - building in his loins. She could feel its potency - an undead energy. In contrast she could see her own form - brilliant and terribly alive. Living energy seemed to pour from her body in every direction - radiating outwards in a cauldron of life. Sweat, breath, heartbeat, blood rushing and pumping - she seemed to be a cacophony of noise and energy. In the light of the rod her very life energy seemed sickening. She could see and feel the hatred of the undead. But worst of all was the power in her womb. It was too brilliant to even look at. In her womb there was energy so strong that it was scary.

That is when she realized what was happening to her - what the lich king was intending to do. Velrak's body was thrusting into her - the dead tube of his penis aimed right at her womb. Behind it, collecting in his balls, animating the dead sperm, was all the putrescent rot of the undead world. They did not intend to just kill her. They did not want merely to humiliate her. They wanted to posses the power of her womb - to pollute it and conquered it.

Velrak's dead body jerked forward faster and harder - his weight absorbed only by Em's bent-over body, his dick tunneling down into her womb. Em began to struggle anew. She felt his movements grow more uniform - more sex-like - and she felt her body stretching to accommodate him.

The thrusts grew faster now - almost to a blur - and with it Em screamed in denial. She tried desperately to disengage herself from the tube that was deep within her body. But suddenly the movements stopped. Velrak pushed forward, jamming his hips up against Em's ass. With a gargling groan he began a weird half-pumping/ half-weaving motion. Em screeched - she could feel the first blast of his icy cum spurt inside her.

"Oh god..no�" She moaned as she felt her insides catch on fire with the unholy presence.

More sperm was being pumped inside of her - spurt after spurt. Em felt her vision clouding. It was happening�. It was really happening...

She clutched the rod again tightly in her fingers, immersing herself in the cold white light of the negative plane. It seemed that their entire world was on fire. It was a moment of triumph as loud and energetic as a lightening storm. Behind her she could see evil energy swirling and pouring into her. They had total access. She could see them invading into her. Darkness seemed to be growing inside of her womb. She could feel it. She could feel tendrils of energy snapping at her mind - dark thoughts entering that were not her own. She was being taken over - possessed. But with it the pleasure grew.

Em's body began rutting back against her will. Her hips began twisting and pounding back against her assailer; her legs spreading and opening, her waist lowering, stretching for an angle - aligning her womb for the greatest impact.

Em tired to control herself but it was no use. Things were inside her - spirits that were not her own.

Velrak was still pumping, cum nearly depleted - but the real blast of power seemed still to be inside him, a cold white energy gathering for the final spray into Em�s body. And then his thumbs were on her ass - spreading her cheeks wide apart. All at once Em felt him slam hard into her pussy. With a sudden gush all the energy blast forward.

All around the cavern there was an unearthly screech - high pitched and ear piercing.

Em�s body began shaking, a low gurgling moan escaping her lips as her consciousness melted back to the point between her legs where the ethereal energy was entering.Something was happening to her � the pleasure mounting. There seemed to be a white hot spot in her brain that was going to burst. She could feel the unholy cum burst into her body - shooting form Velrak's dick right into her womb. She screamed � half in terror and half in pleasure, but the sound of her voice seemed to grow higher in pitch until it too resounded with unholy energy. For a moment Em�s eyes flickered with a ghostly white light�And then it all stopped.

In the confusion the lich king's body crumpled forward over her - clattering in a pile of dust and broken bones. At the same time Velrak's body also dumped forward, collapsing lifelessly over Em, his dick still buried to the hilt inside her pussy.

For a long moment there was complete stillness - nothing moved. Then, almost imperceptibly, Em's young pink body shifted under the pile of bones and flesh. Consciousness seemed to trickle pack into her like a tiny stream. She felt half frozen, but she knew she was still alive. It took a moment to realize where she was, but then she saw the Lich kings boots and remembered�

What had happened? She had no idea. Everything seemed fine � there was no fear left in the hall - no more spirits, nothing. The place seemed clean. Looking down she realized she was still holding the Lich king�s rod, ripped free from his dead fingers. All she could figure was that in her frenzy she had wrenched the rod from the king's hands and in doing so saved herself. In the final moment she had bucked and jerked so hard that she had taken the source of his power right from his lifeless fingers.

Finally she stood up, untangling herself from Velrak's body. His wet penis plopped out of her and fell lifelessly to his side. He was dead again - spent. She tried not to look at his lifeless body - too freaked out by the thought that it had been raping her only moments before - animated from the inside by ancient unknown spirits. Finally she managed to stand up on wobbly feet. With the rod in hand she surveyed her surroundings�

Slowly the truth of her situation struck her. She was out of the bubble. She was out of danger. She was the master of this place now�. A place ancient and forgotten� She had plenty to explore and a whole forgotten world to learn. She had truly embarked on her quest for adventure.What�s more�She felt powerful.

With a sweep of her hand all the torches on the walls burst into flame.

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It was nearing nighttime as far as Lish could tell and she was cold. She hadn't eaten in almost three days. The creature that had been keeping her captive was gone. It had left suddenly, simply walking out and leaving her alone. It wasn't until a day later that Lish realized how utterly dependent she had been on it. It not only provided food and warmth, but also something living to focus her energies on. Now, suffering alone for three days, she would almost do anything to have it back. She lay curled in a tight ball on the little patch of fur and shivered. Her skin was blue, her breathing labored and uneven. She hadn't even moved at all in nearly three hours. She thought that she would have welcomed death when it came - but now that it seemed inevitable she was frightened. There was no glory in dying silently and alone in a frozen cave, never even to be discovered or honored.

Slowly night came and the temperature began dropping even lower. Lish began fading in and out of consciousness. She knew she wouldn't survive the night if she fell asleep.

***

"Drow yoja itda!" a voice intoned from somewhere far away. Lish couldn't be sure if she was dreaming or not - she was too cold to even open her eyes.

"Ya - Drow. Drow yoja!" Someone answered. Several men seemed to be laughing.

Something grabbed her chin. It was lifting her face. Slowly she tried to open her eyes.

A man was looking at her; his face was only inches from hers. His thick black beard had ice crystals frozen along it. His rough gloves were pinching her cheeks together. He was examining her. His fingers were prying one of her eyes open.

Lish tried to open her mouth to say something, but no sound came out. She couldn't even feel her body� She really wasn't sure whether she was dreaming.

The man dropped her head and began to laugh.

"Sarra isso!" He said.

Another face drew close to hers. It was another man, maybe a few years younger, but with similar facial hair. He grabbed her face and examined her too. Then he began to laugh.

Something was being shoved into Lish's mouth. It was the end of some kind of a wineskin. They tipped her head back and forced liquid into her mouth. It was thick and bitter. She tried to swallow, but her throat muscles refused to move. A gloved hand closed around her neck and began to massage it down.

It burned. It burned badly.

Suddenly Lish began coughing and retching. Her entire body was on fire, spreading from her throat and chest down across her arms and even her legs and toes. Tears began dripping from her eyes, snot pouring from her nose. She had never felt so terrible in her entire life. Her head felt like it was crushed between rocks.

She sat up abruptly, pushing a man's hand off her face. She felt like she was going to puke, but nothing came out. All she heard was laughing.

Finally she managed to look around.

She was in the cave - ice was everywhere - but there were people, real living people! They were all around her, looking down at her. It wasn't a dream! The thought almost made her scream with joy. Six men were crowded inside her shelter. They were covered in fur - they had gloves and boots and pelt hats and scarves� Just the sight of warm clothing made her heart lurch. She had been almost naked for nine days in an icy hell and she had almost died and now there were men with warm clothing all around her!

Her voice cracked as she began pleading� "Please help me�I am so cold� I've been here for weeks� There has been nothing but fish� I�help me�"

The men looked down at her and continued laughing - obviously they couldn't understand a word she said. One of them grabbed her roughly by her arm and lifted her to her feet. All Lish could think about though was the way his thick glove felt on her arm. She immediately collapsed against his body, pressing her naked skin along the length of his fur-covered torso and chest. Even her wobbly legs instinctively wrapped his - just to get warmth. The men laughed, looking her up and down shamelessly. The man she was clinging to passed her to another man and she clutched her body around his as well.

She struggled as they tried to pull her away again, but this time one of them was wrapping something around her. She began to cry in gratitude; it was the youngest of them. He had taken of his coat off and was draping it over her shoulders. Her fiercely independent Drow eyes became almost doey. The boy led her towards the edge of the cave and left her there. Then he began preparing the shelter with the rest of the men.

Lish watched with unbound emotion as each man worked with practiced ease to transform the dismal cave into a viable camp. A spell was cast on the entrance to create a translucent barrier that blocked the wind. Two of the men began to build a small, smokeless cooking fire in the center of the enclosure. Another man began casting some kind of spell that was melting a large pool of ice in the back of the cave.

What really killed her though was when one of them began ripping the fur mat that Lish had spent so much time on out of the snow and ice. She watched with a dull sense of shock as a large smooth box was revealed under it. The boy pulled the lid open with a sturdy yank and began taking out a large store of blankets, food and other provisions.

"Oh my god�." Lish squeaked, barely able to stand on her feet. She took two steps forward, almost on autopilot, as the full implications of what happened hit her. She had been shivering and dying right on top of a store of provisions that would have changed her entire life. An animal had even fucked her on it. It was almost too much to take.

Then she looked outside.

The creature was there, dropping off fish and whimpering like a dog. The very same creature that had so thoroughly vanquished her was sitting right there outside the cave and nobody cared! One of the men even walked through the shimmering membrane at the entrance and picked up the fish the creature had brought. He said something to it softly and scratched its fur. The creature whined affectionately and curled at his feet like a huge domesticated puppy.

But none of that mattered. The only thing she cared about was getting warm.

Twenty minutes later one of the men approached her - it was the man that had first found her.

"Ya, Irrona!" He commanded.

Lish looked up at him from where she was sitting but didn't move. She felt delirious. The drought they had given her had worn off and the coat she was clutching to her body felt too thin. Deep shivers wracked her body and she felt a splitting pain deep within her head.

"Ya! Bali Irrona!" He commanded again, reaching down and grabbing her by the arm. He forced her to her feet and began to drag her towards the back of the cave.

He began to remove her coat. At first Lish struggled, but then she saw what he was trying to do - there was a small, steaming pool of hot water cupped in a bed of rocks right at her feet. Somehow they had made a bath for her.

She looked at them in disbelief, but the man signaled for her to get in. Shivering and clutching him, she let him take off her coat. Her perfect body was once again revealed to the group. Her skin was covered in goosebumps and smeared with dirt, but still breathtaking. Slowly he fumbled with the latches of her short leather tunic- it had been her only garment since Shenor. It dropped to the icy ground with a clunk, revealing her beautiful ass. Lifting her off the ground he began to lower her into the hot pool.

The water felt unbearably hot against her skin. It was so hot that at first she even struggled to get back out into the cold, but the man simply held her body down, completely submersing her to her neck. She thrashed, gasping for air, as the overwhelming shock of warmth penetrated her skin. Her very bones began to throb with pain. It seemed that stars were exploding in her sight. The next moment she felt the wineskin being shoved in her mouth again and the familiar taste of the black syrup. Soon her body was beginning to burn inside and out. The world was becoming a red haze of steam and ice. Then someone was scrubbing her down - something rough and scratchy was being scrapped across her skin, cleaning off weeks of grime and sweat. Parts of her body that had long been numb started to tingle and throb.

For the first time in weeks she began to feel warm. That is when the man pulled her out of the bath water and laid her flat on her back on the same coat that she had been wrapped. Her body was steaming in the cold air like a freshly boiled hot dog. The next moment he lowered his pants and crawled on top of her.

Lish was too grateful to even begin to resist; instead she clutched his body against hers as he fumbled to position himself between her legs. Her arms and legs clamped tightly around his back and the next moment she took a sharp breath as he thrust forward and penetrated her. Lish closed her eyes and gave herself totally to the incredible feeling of being in contact with another human being - of being warm again - of being saved. In fact she clutched him so tightly that he had a hard time moving at all.

He pumped in short, awkward thrusts; his pelvis plastering against hers, bouncing and moving around as his knees fought for purchase on the slippery ice. Lish was a pincushion of emotion. To her all that mattered was that she was saved. She was no longer alone. How she had dreamed for this moment! She would have given anything and everything for it.

The man was surprised to feel Lish's wet mouth clinging to his neck. The drow was kissing him - her wet mouth opening and sucking and nibbling on his neck. He felt her hands descend lower off his shoulders and clutch the small of his back, intertwining with her legs, guiding him into her with urgency.

Lish's head began to swim. She was vaguely aware that the other men were watching her, but she didn't care. The feel of another living body - an intelligent, conscious being against hers was overwhelming. She began to draw him in quicker into her body. Her eyes fluttered and from an upside down view she could see the men looking at her, she could smell food being cooked, she could see the icy roof of her cave, she could see the creature sitting out in the cold - all if it began to blur together.

"She was saved!" The thought blasted through her mind over and over again. The happy thought almost like an orgasm.

She began to tear at the man's heavy fur coat - she wanted to feel his skin against hers before she came for real. Suddenly she was so close that it was overwhelming. She began to try to pull it open, her fingers clutching the fur and tugging, but it was too late - she was going over the edge. Her head tipped back, the world and all the ice swirled faster and faster and suddenly her nerves were popping and throbbing with pleasure.

She groaned loudly, her mouth quivering and her whole body shaking. It felt so good to be fucked that she began to babble.

"Fuck� fuck�.yes�.."

The man's thrusts abruptly increased in tempo. He strained to get some room to move his hips, but Lish was clamped on too tightly, so instead he ended up slamming her whole torso up and down with each thrust. In a moment he straightened his arms, drove his hips forward and came.

"FUUCK yes�" Lish groaned, feeling the man spurting inside her.

A few minutes later the man managed to untangle himself from Lish's grip. Lish lay on her back, naked and panting lightly. With an eerie smile on her lips she welcomed the next man on top of her.

After the second man had finished she was led away from the pool and towards the fire. Three sizzling fish were cooking on a small iron rack set over the flame. The men had marinated them in some kind of thick red paste. In a separate pot some kind of grain was bubbling slowly to tender perfection. Lish's eyes nearly fell from her head.

The oldest of the group, perhaps 37, was tending the food. He had a thick black beard and strong manly features - the same man that had first found her. He emptied a shot of liquor in one swig and signaled for Lish to come over. Lish walked up to the man, standing before him naked. Her beautiful black skin was beginning to shiver again in goosebumps. Slowly he pulled her down until she was kneeling before him, then he unstrapped his belt. Lish did not need any explanation for what he wanted. Without hesitation she pushed away his hands and finished unclasping his belt. In a moment she had his pants around his knees and her mouth around his member. These were her saviors � the answer to her prayers � and she was determined to give him as much pleasure as her skill allowed.

It wasn't long before the fourth man took advantage of her swaying hips to enter her deeply from behind. Lish found herself double penetrated, kneeling next to a fire, surrounded by living people, the smell of food in the air� It was all so unbelievable for her - she had been alone for so long that she felt nothing but gratitude. She buried the leader's dick deep down her throat and groaned. Slowly her hips began rocking against the man behind her.

As the pumping got harder Lish had to clutch the legs and knees of the man in front of her for support. She could feel her breasts swinging under her, her ass reverberating from the shock of each thrust. Someone began playing with her clit - the man behind her had reached around and was stroking it. She moaned gratefully into the dick in her throat and began pounding her ass back faster, straining to match his rhythm. Soon it got so quick that she was doing little else than vibrating her ass cheeks. As she struggled to keep up the insane pace she felt the bulge in her throat inching deeper and deeper, but she didn't care - she realized that she was too close to going over the edge herself. Her eyes fluttered closed as the pounding got even faster. Her knees hurt from kneeling but she pounded back all the same, harder even. Finally she buried her face fully forward and screamed - only vaguely aware that she had just completely deep-throated the man in front of her.

She held on for dear life as the pounding continued - her mouth open around the invader in her throat, her hands clenched around his legs, her ass arched up open for entry, but she was cumming. A few seconds later she felt the man in front of her cum, sending his sperm into her mouth in quick blasts. She held still, overwhelmed with cumming and swallowing at the same time. In the firestorm of cum and emotion the man behind her reached his peak and slammed himself home, sending a torrent of white cum into Lish�s clenching womb..

By the time it was over Lish was utterly exhausted. She looked up weakly at the other two men, wondering how she would manage them, but to her surprise neither of them made any attempt to take her. Instead someone threw a coat over her and pushed some food in front of her. With trembling hands Lish took the first bite of warm food since before the war at Shenor.

****AYA ****

Aya turned once again to fight off her attackers. She was following a group of women towards a secret passage that led out of the city, but the trip was long and excruciating. The elven lines had long since broken. Men were running everywhere, consumed in a maddened lust for the spoils of war. Ancient houses were being ransacked even as the battle raged on in the streets. Men swarmed like flies - it had become a feeding frenzy. Human soldiers were ignoring their commander's orders and deserting the main battle to burst into buildings in a blatant rush to be the first to loot the valuables.

There was a huge troll-like humanoid that Aya had first seen break through the elven defenses. He had run rampant, killing men in his path and directing his soldiers to take �the fairy women� but he was hollering in pain now - Aya had made sure of that. She had cast a blindness spell on him that caused excruciating pain. She hit him with it just as he was tearing the shirt off of a terrified young woman.

"Serves him right�" She thought as she stayed a moment to watch him claw at his own eyes. He screamed like big, overgrown baby.

She had to run to rejoin her small group as they rushed back towards the exit. The women knew where they were going, weaving nimbly between streets and alleys, hoping to throw off the packs of men that their gorgeous forms invariably attracted. But it seemed that the more they ran, the more men they attracted. It was like they were wild game - the problem was that they were the main prize of the war.

As they neared their final destination they knew it was hopeless - even if they were to make it to the secret door they wouldn�t be able to use it. If they did they would be giving up everyone who had already passed inside. Clearly they needed a diversion to slow down their pursuers - someone had to sacrifice herself to buy enough time to let the others escape.

At the last turn before the final alleyway Aya stopped and turned to face her enemies.

�Run!� She commanded. �Do not look back.�

There were twelve women in Aya�s group. Brief, hard glances were exchanged between them - it was all that time allowed for conveying thanks. Then most of the group scampered away, disappearing into the alleyway.

�We will remember your sacrifice� A receding voice called out.

Aya unstrapped her mace, testing its weight in her open palm and squaring off grimly to meet the oncoming crowds.

A group of men recklessly rounded the corner. There were a dozen of them bunched together, running at full speed with their tongues waging like a pack of rabid dogs� In their haste they ran with their shields lowered, loosely gripping their blades.

"There shall be a heap of bodies at out feet...� an elf said grimly, stepping up besides Aya and drawing her sword. The next moment the two were engulfed in the rush of oncoming men. The elf screamed a startling battle cry and the two armor-shroud women leaped forward into battle.

There truly was a heap of mangled bodies at her feet. Aya and her elven friend fought savagely. Wave after wave of men rounded the corner and one after another they fell to their blades - but it was only a matter of time before Aya and the elf were overpowered. Word of their presence must have traveled because what had been at first a mad rush to subdue them slowly became a more cautious advance� Six men rounded the corner, swords drawn, shields high, slowly marching forward in tight formation. Another group of six approached from their rear. They were all wearing the same standard identifying them as from the same unit. They were not grinning stupidly like the other men had been - these were trained war veterans.

Aya and her friend stood back to back, sweating, their arms and faces covered in blood. Aya was so exhausted that she could hardly lift her mace. They watched this new challenge approach with the dread of certain defeat.

"It was a noble fight�" Aya said s they both backed up towards a brick wall. The soldiers stepped over their dead without looking down or breaking formation. They approached closer and closer until they were only 10 feet away, surrounding the two young women in a semicircle against the wall.

A grisly middle-aged man stepped out from between his men. Although he had no adornments of rank he was clearly the captain. "You fought bravely." He said - his voice gravelly and full of command. "But your situation is hopeless. Now drop your weapons and bear what it is to be a woman�"

There was a long pause as the two groups faced each other. Aya's eyes swept over the men before her. Each was strong and grim - faces painted in charcoal and sweat. Some held crossbows with iron tipped bolts pointed at her. She could see one or two minor openings in their ranks - perhaps an opportunity to take out one or two of their men in a brief spastic battle, but the captain was right - it was hopeless.

But even as she debated her next move in her mind the elven girl next to her acted. Slowly she dropped her weapons - letting her sword clatter to the ground. Unarmed, she stepped forward into the mass of soldiers, letting herself be swept away into their grasp.

"Life is too sweet to meet death yet�" She called back to Aya as she was pulled away. The hole in the semicircle quickly closed and Aya was left alone at its focus.

Aya looked back at the crowd. The men were eyeing her like wolves - appraising her from head to toe and imagining what she looked like under her armor. What did it mean for her to put down her weapon? She would certainly be taken to their brothels - and what did that mean for a priestess? She swallowed down her fear and made her decision - almost unbelievably to herself she dropped her mace.

"Go easy on me�" She said stiffly as the men quickly stepped forward and seized her by the arms.

What followed was a haze. Aya saw her mace being kicked away by a soldiers boot. Her holy symbol, still warm with just-used power was lifted over her neck and stuffed into someone's deep pockets. Then she was pressed up against the wall as men's hands quickly worked the straps and buckles of her armor loose. But perhaps hardest of all for her to deal with was the injury to her pride - as soon as she dropped her weapon, as soon as the threat was gone, she became to the soldiers just another woman out of thousands in the city. The captain had immediately begun barking orders: The men were to clear away the bodies of the fallen, the men were to deal with another group of elves that were causing trouble a few blocks away, The men were to search the alley to see what the women were guarding (that last command she heard with some alarm). Her importance in the scheme of things seemed to have evaporated. Aside from the two men that were undressing her, the other soldiers seemed to have been assigned elsewhere.

Her attention was quickly brought back to her own predicament as she felt strong hands tugging her breastplate over her head. With some effort (it was heavy) the men managed to wiggle it up over her shoulders and let it drop to the street - the brazened eagle etched into the front facing up.

There was an involuntary pause by all the men as they stopped to see what had just been revealed. Aya was standing alone against the brick wall wearing nothing but a white cotton chemise and white panties. The material was so soaked through with sweat that it had become translucent, clinging to her athletic body and showing through the outline of her magnificent breasts. Aya trembled slightly, standing with her arms crossed over her chest and her knees squeezed together. No man had ever seen her undressed. Without a word the men sensed that they had uncovered something holy and precious - the fierce fighter that could only be subdued by twelve men now seemed as vulnerable as a newborn chick. Aya trembled as she looked back at them - her eyes still too strong to break their gaze. Steam rose off her flushed skin and strands of blond hair were matted down across her forehead, but her bright blue eyes were wide and alive as she waited for what was forbidden to her to finally happen.

Her attention was momentarily distracted by a sharp feminine squeak from her left. It was the elven girl who had fought with her. She was pressed against the same wall as Aya, only some fifteen feet away. Her legs were wrapped loosely around a man's waist. He had just penetrated her - his clothing bunched around his ankles as his hips flexed forward. Aya and her assailers were transfixed for a moment as they watched the soldier begin to rhythmically drive the elven body against the wall.

Then the attention was back on Aya. Her beauty was almost too intimidating for the men. Who would be the first? Who would be man enough? A bit of shifting, a bit of shuffling between the men and finally Aya was face to face with the man who would take her virginity.

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She looked at him closely - evaluating his features: Strong, bristly jaw; dark active eyes; thick eyebrows; medium build - anonymous. A man that she would never have dreamed of - a man that would never once have crossed her mind - but as she watched him she knew he would be the first.

Luckily, almost thankfully, he seemed to know what to do (because she certainly didn't). He grasped her shirt and lifted it over her head. Aya let her limp arms rise to let the sleeves come out. He discarded the garment off to the side, letting it fall over her armor, partially obstructing the eagle emblem that was a symbol of her home. Aya's breath began to quicken, her nipples hardening as her chest was fully exposed. She was almost naked�. The thought that it was finally going to happen to her began throbbing in her mind.

Her smooth sinewy muscles tightened over her flat stomach as she watched him being to roll her white panties down her almost impossibly long legs. The thin material bunched and rolled as it swept over the seductive curve of her high athletic ass. Aya submitted to it weakly - the blood rushing to her ears almost going out of control as she watched her soft pubic mound become exposed. She forcibly willed herself not to faint.

The man left her panties bunched at her ankles, stepping back to look at her exposed nakedness. She could almost see herself in the eyes of the soldiers - her white flesh contrasting startlingly against the dark background of dirt and mud.

She was transfixed under their eyes - unsure of what to do or how to act. The roar of blood in her ears suddenly doubled as she watched the man begin to unbuckle his belt - the sound the leather whishing through the straps of his pants resounding almost too loud in Aya's head. Finally his pants fell, revealing to her spellbound eyes for the first time the source of her deep-seated fear and her almost overwhelming curiosity - a man's erection. To her system of belief it was unspeakably dangerous� Timidly she recrossed her arms over her breasts, gulping down her fear.

She wanted to stare at it - study it - memorize it, but her conqueror shifted quickly forward, hiding it between their bodies, evidently embarrassed of his nakedness before his friends. Still Aya felt it burning into her belly. She tried to grow eyes out of her stomach - her nerves straining to judge the length and girth - the warmth. It seemed almost unspeakably hard to her.

She wanted him to hold still for a moment so that she could catch her breathe and think, but he was far too eager - almost clumsy. Even as she tried to get used to the idea that she was going to give herself to a man he was grasping her thighs, lifting her up and pressing her back - opening her for his penetration. She found herself trying to guess his length even as the object of her curiosity shifted down her body.

It was happening too fast. Something was blocking her legs from making it around his hips - then she realized her panties were still hooked around her ankles. She shook one foot free and suddenly she was wrapped around him, large breasts pressed flat on his chest, long legs hooked around his waist, tight ass hovering just over his straining erection. The roar in her ears was deafening. She felt him tugging at her arms and realized that she had been clutching him so tightly that he could hardly move. Sex, apparently, required some degree of cooperation - some degree of submission by the woman� She tried for a moment to let her self submit - to relax her arms and legs - to open, but then she felt his erection prod forward for the first time and she clamped down in a paroxysm of fear and lust.

The man wiggled and struggled, heroically shifting the panicky blonde to the right position.Aya bit her lip as she felt herself go into alignment - legs open, knees hooked around his waist, back against the wall, chest flattened against his, raging hardness prodding her from below - just like she had seen the elven girl take it a few moments before. She wanted to plead with him to be gentle�tell him that it would be her first time�. But she couldn't find the words as she hung around his neck� She knew it was going to happen any second�. And then it did.

From below her she felt something piercing her - dull and uncomfortable - something tunneling into her. The man was thrusting forward, holding her still as he tried to force himself inside deeper - evidently surprised by something - either the wetness there or the tightness of her virginity.But she didn't care what he felt or thought - all she was concerned about was that she was actually getting fucked.

Her mouth became vampiric as she bit into the leather jerkin covering his shoulder. She closed her eyes as she tried to discern what she was feeling - to search for some pleasure amidst the weird discomfort inside her.

She didn't know whether he was all the way inside or not. She didn't know whether he was big or average or small - skilled or unskilled. She didn't know if he was doing it right or wrong. All she knew was that her back was rubbing up and down against the bricks, that her legs were coming hooked and unhooked around his waist, that her breathe was coming out in spittle through her biting teeth and that her vagina, once smooth and forever closed was opened wide around his member, clenching and unclenching with each thrust. She was only vaguely aware that she was making noises similar to the elf. Her consciousness had become disjointed - one moment she was aware of the man's stubble on her neck, the next she was thinking about the way his hipbone was digging into her leg. Her life was becoming too visceral - too animal-like. Suddenly her consciousness seemed to focus on a point somewhere just behind her eyes - her mind going into overdrive. The pounding, groping, biting all colliding together into a growing, ticklish sensation somewhere in her loins. Was she going to cum? She couldn't be sure. Had she cum already? Again, she couldn't be sure - she didn't know what it felt like to cum. But whatever it was kept getting better - an illusive throbbing somewhere in her guts, or on the surface of her skin�

Then it all stopped. For a moment she didn't know what happened - her conqueror had stopped thrusting. He seemed frozen inside her - his muscles taut - an expression of agony and ecstasy disfiguring his face. And then she realized that he was cumming - cumming inside her. The thought made her heart skip and her stomach drop. She was being claimed - conquered - her body and womb defiled with his sperm. All she could do was hold on to his shoulders as he slowly weaved and thrust his sperm inside her. Aya thought that maybe she could feel it - something wet deep in her womb. In her haze she looked over his shoulder and saw the other men staring and waiting. They were staring at her as she was filled with cum, appraising her, looking at her as something they might fuck - and probably will�.

The thought hit her - she was a sex object - an object like all the other women in the war - an object to be won - to be taken.

Her legs began to tremble as they clasped the unknown soldiers waist. He pumped and weaving slowed - he was finishing. The wetness inside her was growing drastically as the torrent of his climax was released with his relaxing body - she could feel his member jerking quickly as it poured forth inside her.

She closed her eyes and let her consciousness melt back into her eyes. Sex. Fucked. Soldiers. Cum. Battle. Defeat. Legs. Dick. Arms. Breasts. Eyes. Sperm. Thoughts flashed through her mind as she felt her insides pulsing along with the pumps of the man's dick. She felt like she was melting - that she was falling backwards through the wall, through the floor. That the knots in her muscles were slipping loose - that blood in her temples was being drained through her spine. Then all she felt in her entire being was a series of gentle, ticklish pulsing contractions in her womb - soft and pulsating like a wet sponge giving its water - washing her mind with warm liquid. She felt her breath softly sliding from her mouth - the warm air slipping out of her lungs like a prolonged whisper. A warmth of red passed over her vision.

A moment later she felt her legs coming undone. The man was sliding out of her and stepping back. She opened her eyes slowly. She was aware of the trickle of his cum inside her - cum injected deep into her womb� Behind him she could see others just like him.

She had cum.

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Aya was on her back. She had been moved to an uncovered wagon. It had been used to sell fruit. Now her weight was crushing oranges and peaches as the tall humanoid she had blinded squeezed himself inside her. She could feel the juice running down her back and mixing with the other juices there - hers and others. The man sneered as he enjoyed his prize, looking down at her with healed eyes and squeezing her breasts as if they were more ripe fruit. Other soldiers walked by languidly - the battle all but won. One stopped for a moment to pick a ripe apple from the cart from just behind her head. Aya could see a beautiful golden necklace hanging from his neck, evidently the plunder from one of the ancient houses.

The man that was fucking her was huge. The biggest she had had. She hadn't cum again since the first time, and it would be humiliating to cum to this man, but she wasn�t so sure she could resist � it had begun to feel good from the very second he had entered her. From over his shoulder she could see the last elven flag being hacked down from the last remaining tower. Men were erecting a new one in its place. Aya closed her eyes and opened her legs a little wider, lifting her hips�

Five minutes later, from somewhere between the bruised fruit of the cart, a loud feminine groan reverberated across the courtyard.

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