The Stalwart Defenders

The fortress of Palentine burned.

Besieged by every conceivable monster and demon the crumbling structure looked less like a fortress than it did a nightmare born straight from the Dark God's fantasies.

Even as nearly thirty armored figures gathered in the courtyard, spears and arrows locked onto the front gate, the iron discipline they displayed seemed more tragic than it did admirable.

Thirty against almost 300 monsters, some of which were notorious for requiring many skilled warriors to fight and kill.

One of those very same creatures promptly smashed aside the barricaded gate, a Minotaur standing four times the size of a man bellowing a war cry-

-that faded into nothing as a devout cry of, "Goddess of Light, smite the Demon!", caused a beam of golden light to blow it's head into a cloud of ashes, the massive body collapsing with a BOOM that shook the ground.

Battle Nuns were worth more than even a platoon of conventional soldiers, situations such as these demonstrating that fact irrefutably.

But the Minotaur's duty had already been carried out, legions of Orcs, Imps and even a single Troll spilling out into the fortresses interior, all of them baying for blood and women.

"Goddess of Light, bind and confine the Demon!"

A second shout had the Troll's legs suddenly wrapped in golden chains, the clumsy beast falling forward and crushing a few imps under it's ponderous bulk.

All that was left were the Orcs and Imps. Charging headlong into the defender's phalanx of shields, pauldrons and spears they raised their weapons, bellowed war cries-

-and met steel. The defenders of Palentine were no fresh-faced recruits, country boy farmers picking up a sword for the first time. They had faced the Dark Queen's minions before and knew how to kill them, how to win.

Orcs were incredibly strong, even the weakest and smallest more powerful than a well-trained man. But that strength more often than not came at the expense of thoughts more complex than 'charge', 'fight', 'eat', 'sleep', 'sex'. Spears met unprotected throats, swords and poleaxes swung at more than one angle and shields locked together to dampen the admittedly powerful blows of the Orcs.

Even as the giant beasts bled and died the Imps took advantage of the confusion, grinning and cackling as they crouched low or leaped at the interlocked soldiers, intending to use their size to slip past their guard-

-and they abruptly found themselves perforated by arrows, eight unnervingly accurate bow wielders picking off the creatures.

While Imps were a great deal brighter than Orcs, using their size and dexterity to slash eyeballs, throats, ankles and groins...they were incredibly fragile. A line of bowmen supporting the more static defenders guaranteed Imps that resembled pincushions more than they did anything living.

Within a minute all of the creatures were dead or dying, only a few of the Human defenders sporting serious injuries. At least until there was a loud growl, the sound of breaking chains heralding the Troll's rejoining of the fight as it stood upright, hideous features contorting into a maddened glare-

"Spirits of Wind, guide my arrow!"

-that didn't last long as a single, blurred arrow tore through it's eye and out the back of it's skull, bovine puzzlement evident on it's ugly face as it pitched forward, very dead.

There was a brief lull in the fighting as the invaders took stock of their numbers and tried to clear out the Minotaur and Troll's bodies, the defenders quickly bringing their injured to the back lines.

Along with them came a grizzled looking man, an eye-patch adorning his right eye and lopsided grin belying the seriousness of the situation.

"Nice work, Sister Catlia. You did a number on those big ol' bastards out there."

Sister Catlia, a tall women with raven black hair and mismatched eyes of purple and green, a voluptuous figure not entirely covered by her nun's robes, nodded cordially, replying, "Your words are appreciated, captain. But it was the Goddess that allowed me to perform these feats of Magic, if thanks must be given...direct them at her."

The veteran gave a nonchalant nod-having heard this very same line from his fair share of Battle Nuns over the years-before a playful voice spoke up with, "Hey, where's my fervent adoration and thanks, hmm~? I mean I did kill that Troll, right?"

The soldier snorted and amusedly replied, "You're getting paid your weight in gold, Lucetia. Like you need any thanks."

The Elf in question, Lucetia, just giggled at the veteran's teasing tone. She was a willowy beauty of average height and sky-blue eyes, blonde hair tied in a ponytail that came down to her knees and clad in a black bodysuit that accentuated her figure, smallish breasts compensated for by the tightest ass anyone had ever seen and slim-but dexterous-limbs. The only armor she sported were well-worn jade-trimmed boots that came up to her thighs and an archers glove over her right arm, quiver slung across her waist by a forest green sash.

"U-um, Captain? I've finished healing the wounded..."

The three turned around as a young Elf, looking no older than fourteen, jogged towards them with a Healing staff clenched tightly in her hands.

A rare subspecies of Elf, she had blinding white-hair and bright pink eyes, an almost dangerously fragile appearing body with just the slightest hints of womanly features adorning it. Her attire was similar to that of the reborn Goddess Celestine's, white cloth only covering her nipples, groin and ass while black sandals kept her feet protected.

The Captain grinned and clapped her on the shoulder, gratefully saying, "We owe you for that, Telia. Thanks for keeping us on our feet."

The Elf blushed crimson, shuffling her feet and stuttering out, "I-it was no t-trouble whatsoever!"

The moment of levity passed as the soldier suddenly sighed, his expression grave as he said, "Now listen...I want you three to get out of here, hopefully before these ugly Sons of Bitches can think long enough to cut off our escape routes."

There was a moment of silence, none of the women so much as blinking-

-before Sister Catlia looked positively volcanic.

"You expect us to run? And leave you all to your fates?! Captain, I absolutely refuse-"

The man peaceably raised his hands, calmly explaining, "You know what those freaks will do to you if they capture you alive. And even putting aside matters of gender, you're a Battle Nun, Forest Ranger and Light Acolyte."

His lopsided grin returned.

"You three are worth far, far more than we are. Go on, we'll distract em' as long as we can."

Sister Catlia faltered, obviously swayed by the argument while Telia looked on the verge of tears. Lucetia sealed the deal by swiftly stepping forward and kissing the Captain on the cheek, a small smile on her face as she sighed.

"Dammit, why do all the good ones have to die so young?"

The Captain laughed, choking out, "Miss, I look thirty years your senior!"

"Jokes on you then, I'm 97 years old!"

Both of their grins faltered slightly, the Elf just bowing her head slightly as she quietly stated, "I'll make sure they arrive at their destination safely, that's a promise."

With that she darted off to prepare the horses, leaving the Nun and younger Elf behind.

Steeling herself Sister Catlia clasped her hands together, voice shaky as she said, "Then I will pray for your souls, Captain. You and your men will not be forgotten, I swear."

"All a soldier can ask for, Sister. Now get going."

With a final, stoic nod the Nun gathered the smaller girl and they both quickly ran, leaving the captain to shake his head in amusement before scratching the cheek where he'd been kissed.

"Huh, never knew older women had a thing for me..."

He shook his head and strode back towards his troops, bellowing, "All right you sorry lot, let's show these babies who the real monsters are!"


Two horses sped away from Palentine fortress at a blistering pace, obviously attempting to put as much room as possible between them and the surrounding forces of Queen Olga's army.

Sister Catlia and Telia were on one the chargers, the Elf nestled between the other woman's bosom as Lucetia lead the way on her own steed, all three of them casting glances of varying apprehension in their wake, unsure if they had been spotted or not.

"Did we make it?"

The Forest Ranger suddenly scowled, effortlessly leaping upwards and planting her feet on the horse's saddle, a feat of acrobatics even most Elves would be hard pressed to match.

"Not quite. Gargoyle, right above us!"

Unslinging her bow the Elf nocked an arrow, murmured, "Spirits of Wind, guide my arrow...", before letting the arrow fly.

The projectile struck true, the bipedal flyer tumbling out of the air...but not before it had let loose a warning shriek that echoed across the plains, nearly a dozen large silhouettes breaking off from the fortress to begin pursuing them.

Clicking her tongue in agitation the Forest Ranger announced, "Bad news, we've got what looks eleven Hellhounds after us and some sort of humanoid on horseback! We should veer off into the forest, I don't have enough arrows to shoot them all down!"

Sister Catlia frowned, Telia paling in fear as the Nun shouted back, "Would we not be able to outpace them on the plains? These horses are fresh!"

The older Elf just shook her head, replying, "I've had the dubious pleasure of seeing Hellhounds in action before, given time they can run down horses no problem. And we're a long way from home, we'll have a better chance of either slowing them down or losing them entirely in the trees!"

Acquiescing to the Elven mercenaries greater experience the Nun directed her steed to the distant treeline, far off howls echoing across the plains.


"Well, I think I might have overestimated our chances. Sorry about that, Sister."

Catlia just shook her head, replying, "If they are this adept at tracking us, we would not have fared any better in an open sprint, you made the best choice you could have."

Their sprint into the woods hadn't gone quite as well as they had hoped. In between Lucetia using forest magics to create false trails and confusing illusions, Catlia praying for the Goddess to hide their presence and Telia using her healing magic to cause plants and trees to overgrow and block certain paths...they had really only delayed their pursuers, not stopped them.

Swallowing nervously, Telia asked, "W-what should we do then?"

The two other women were silent for a few seconds-

-before Lucetia gave a wry grin, dryly explaining, "Well, the forest is my home territory after all. I could probably delay and distract them...buy time for you two to maybe get out of here."

Telia felt her eyes widen in shock.

"No! You can't, when they finally get you they'll...they'll..."

The mercenary couldn't help but dry swallow, nonetheless not losing her smile as she sardonically said, "Well, no one lives forever, right? It was fun working with you two, guess I'll be seeing the Captain before too long after all, won't I?"

Before the others could reply she smoothly leapt into the treetops, her horse keeping pace with it's partner as the other two women fought back tears of helpless frustration, speeding onwards as they tried to at least make the most of their comrades sacrifice.


Lucetia had to wonder what the Hell she was doing. She was a mercenary, not a bloody hero. Where did she get off staying behind to fight the approaching army, alone and almost certainly going to die?

Must have been those damn soldiers and the Captain. Spending time with them over the course of three months had made her soft.

...Shit, she would be lucky if she only died. If fate decided to screw her over even more those Hellhounds would be in mating season, probably deciding to impregnate her instead of just maul her. And considering those ugly bastards were almost four times as large as a fairly sized dog, it would be a, well...tight fit seemed a suitably apt way to put it.

Oh well, at least they weren't Orcs. Those grotesque fuckers had enough brains to keep their captives alive for a long time, as well as just enough depravity to get 'creative' in their violations of her gender.

The Hellhounds would no doubt be gentlemen about it in comparison. Just a bit of violent humping, forceful ejaculation and then they'd likely snap her neck, predator instincts causing them to forget that the incubator had to be alive to give birth to pups.

...Sheesh, what a load of pleasant last thoughts she was having…

So instead she drew her bow, knocked an arrow and listened. She had four shots left and had every intention of making them count.

"Spirits of Wind, guide my arrow..."

At the Forest Rangers call a slight haze of magically controlled wind surrounded her arrow, her sensitive ears picking up the sounds of...six approaching Hellhounds.

She'd hoped it would have been more-less chasing her two companions that way-but as the Humans liked to say, 'beggars can't be choosers'.

So instead she let out a half-breath and released her first arrow. It zipped off into the trees and less than a second later a loud yelp could be heard, as well as the sound of a heavy body sliding across thick vegetation.

She smirked.

One down, five to go.

Her excellent hearing detected the pack's sudden shift in direction, the Hellhounds baying in renewed ferocity as they charged at her location.

A playful smile adorned her lips as three more arrows swiftly followed the first, each one killing a hound with pinpoint accuracy.

But then she was out of arrows and the pack was upon her, clearing the treeline with bounding leaps.

Each Hellhound was crimson in coloring, with dark eyes and slavering jaws with a thick tail that could break bone.

She leapt to meet them, pausing only long enough to draw a dagger from her quiver. The first Hound barreled directly towards her, maw agape-

-and she expertly rolled in midair, slipping past the beast and rolling across the ground to diffuse her impact, gracefully rising to her feet-

-and throwing herself into a backflip to avoid the second Hounds mindless charge. She couldn't help but cheekily grin as she danced forward, the knife in her hand slamming into the Hellhound's skull with a dull crunch. She had always been incredibly lithe and flexible, a fact that had never been lost on the soldiers she worked with.

Seeing them blush and look away as she stretched and contorted her body in ways that shouldn't be possible, her bodysuit accentuating every movement had always made her chuckle.

She was startled out of her thoughts as the dying Hellhound jerked into her, causing her to lose her center of balance for just the briefest of moments-

-and the remaining hound smashed it's tail into her leg, a wet crack signifying a broken bone as the Elf gave a short cry of pain as she collapsed.

The beast pounced and slammed her arms to the ground, fetid breath reaching the elf's nose as drool splattered her face, the beast opening it's mouth wide to take a bite out of her skull.

Aside from the instinctive panic of being on the verge of death...Lucetia was actually rather accepting of her fate. After all, it seemed like she had lucked out and the beast was just going to finish her off quickly.

A hope that was dashed as the beast suddenly stopped, head swiveling towards a far off spot…

And then it picked up the Elf in it's jaws, dragging her by her one good leg as she tried to fight off the sudden bout of fear.

What had caused it to stay it's hand?


Sister Catlia and Telia fought off another wave of hopelessness as their mounts panicked, veering off course yet again as a wave of howls startled them.

For a while it had seemed like they would escape...until individual Hellhounds had started appearing alongside them, herding their horses further away from the forest's edge no matter how much the two tried to convince them to charge through. Telia had no offensive skills and Sister Catlia had quickly given up trying to hit the agile creatures with her light magic.

Instead they had been forced and herded to one specific spot, the exhausted horses finally stepping into a clearing-

-and the women found their blood running cold at the sight.

Standing calmly before them was a Dread Knight, blackened armor adorned with cruel spikes and skulls of slain comrades, the faceless helm not turned in their direction but nonetheless they knew it was paying attention to them.

While Minotaurs, Trolls and Orcs may be incredibly strong and dangerous...a Dread Knight was far, far worse.

For they could think. And theirs was a cruel intelligence, feeding off of and growing more powerful amidst fear, anger and pain. And their martial skill outclassed all but the most talented warriors, their bodies shrugging off all manner of attacks except for a killing blow to the heart.

And below it, held immobile beneath a Hellhound and gagged, her hair now unbound and spilling golden waves across her back, was Lucetia.

Both tried not to let the despair and fear they felt in their hearts show.

[How pleasant that you could join us, Elf, Sister. Your companion did quite a number on my pack…]

Four Hellhounds now surrounded them, not counting the one holding down the Forest Ranger.

And the Dread Knight.

[Dismount your steeds, I wish to parlay with you.]

Lucetia frantically shook her head, eyes wide and pleading as she obviously wanted the two to fight, run...anything other than listen to the creature.

An action that didn't go unnoticed by the foul knight, a grating chuckle escaping it's helm.

[Should you take your comrades advice...I guarantee you will all suffer. And you will suffer for a long, long time.]

Sister Catlia narrowed her eyes.

"And why should we believe you, monster? Who's to say you won't torture us regardless of whether you listen to us or not?"

Another raspy laugh left the knight, it's tone amused as it explained, [Because should you decide to fight, I will undoubtably lose most of my pack. Granted, you will then be used to breed new pups...but that will take time, time that I could spend better elsewhere. Instead, I propose this exchange.]

It's pitch-black and serrated broadsword stabbed into the ground.

[Debase yourself before me, give yourself over to my whims...and I will provide these two a mercy killing. A swift swing of my sword and they will be free to move on to whatever their beliefs say come after death.]

Sister Catlia didn't know what to do. She had no compunctions about accepting the terms of the Dread Knight's offer-it was what the Goddess would have done, she was sure-but she didn't know if she could trust the monster.

Telia suddenly spoke up, her voice quavering as she said, "S-sister Catlia? I-i-it's ok...don't listen to what that monster says. W-we should fight, they c-can't be trusted!"

A fervent nod from the Forest Ranger seemed to convince the Nun-

-when the Dread Knight gave an admiring chuckle.

[Despite her apparent youth and timidness, that little Elf has a good head on her shoulders. But I think you don't understand the import of what it is you just said, Elfling…]

The Hound that had been restraining Lucetia suddenly reared up onto it's hind legs, front paws still restraining the Elf as she settled onto it's lap-

-and a massive, erect phallus suddenly bumped against her womanhood.

Slightly bigger than even an Orcs but with a blunt, cylindrical shape to it the appendage outsized the Elf's loins by a frightening margin, the Forest Ranger unable to stop the sudden whimper of fear that leaked past her gag.

Sister Catlia felt sick, Telia paling so rapidly it was a wonder she hadn't fainted. The Dread Knight hummed at their expressions, one gauntleted hand reaching out to stroke Lucetia's hair.

[You elves tend to be fragile things. Humans, Halflings especially, can withstand a great bit of abuse...but a cock of this size, ravaging your insides? Because if you deny my offer, this will be happening to you, I promise you that. And then you will be an incubator for it's young, a birthing that will make your initial rape seem heavenly by comparison. Hellhounds are born with sharp teeth and claws, after all...]

The Knight's glowing eyes seemed to devote every bit of attention they had to Sister Catlia.

[Refuse my offer, and the little Elf next to you will suffer the pain of having her maidenhood stripped away in the most agonizing way possible, along with her companion. And I will make you watch.]

There was a tense silence, the Nun glancing around with her lip bitten between her teeth. Lucetia was trying to put on a brave face...but with something that disgusting poised to rape her, all she could display was terror and resignation. Telia was no better, her earlier conviction not gone...but now beset by abject fright, her legs shaking badly at the Dread Knight's threat.

Her choice was easy.

Disembarking off the horse, taking Telia with her, the Nun calmly announced, "I accept your offer. Do as you will."

[A wise choice.]

A snap of the knight's armored fingers had one of the Hellhounds chase off their horses, the animal's prey instincts causing them to run far, far away.

[Approach me, Sister.]

Doing her best to hide her growing apprehension and nervousness Catlia walked towards the Dread Knight, stopping when she came to be no more than three paces away from it.

In a moment of adrenaline-fueled amusement, she realized that she was actually taller than the armored being, even if not by much.

[Turn around.]

She did so, affording her a peripheral view of Lucetia-now no longer with the monster's phallus placed at her folds, although still in it's grasp-and a full on view of Telia, the young Elf terrified as her hands clutched at her staff with desperate strength.

[Kneel.]

Falling to her knees, hands clasped together in prayer as she prepared herself for the coming debasement, Sister Catlia prayed.

[Very well, I shall now carry out the killings.]

The serrated sword now held firmly in it's grasp the Dread Knight walked over to the restrained Lucetia, Catlia finding herself pushed to the ground by one of the knight's pack.

The Dread Knight cocked the blade over it's shoulder as all three women closed their eyes-

-and a slight swish noise echoed throughout the clearing, three pairs of eyes opening in bewilderment as no one died. Only the gag that had been keeping the Forest Ranger silent fluttered to the ground.

Open malice now coloring it's tone the knight hissed, [Carry out the execution, my faithful pack…]

The monster's eye blazed with an unnatural intensity as they bored into Sister Catlia's own mismatched orbs.

[Fuck them, my loyal dogs.]

For one awful moment none of the three could believe what they were hearing-

-and then Telia screamed in fear as she was tackled by one of the hounds, it's enormous cock swaying like some sort of lethal weapon as the beast situated itself so the Elf's tiny ass and cunt were pointed into the air. Lucetia looked as if she was about to shout something and was abruptly silenced, the massive dick slamming up against her tight folds and making her grunt in pain as the movement jostled her broken leg.

Catlia felt her jaw drop in stunned horror before whirling on the Dread Knight as best she could beneath the Hellhound's bulk.

"You lying BASTARD! You said you would-"

[What I said, Sister, was that I would offer them a mercy killing. We just so happen to have very different ideas of what mercy is. And I did indeed provide a swing of my sword. It just so happened to undue the Elf's gag rather than her head. And they are most certainly able to move on to whatever life comes after this...but after I am through with all of you.]

Tears of shame and anger burned in the Nun's eyes, the Dread Knight cackling as it crowed, [Yes, the negativity flowing from you three is delicious! MORE! Rip those two in half, my pack! Make them HOWL!]

The two Hellhounds forcing themselves upon the two Elves growled in euphoria, redoubling their thrusting with wild abandon.

Lucetia had her eyes shut, teeth gritted as the turgid cock rammed against her vagina with ever increasing force. It was too large to fit in one go, her bodysuit providing just a little bit of extra protection...but slight grinding noise that came from her hips as the Hellhound pounded into her promised that she would soon break.

Telia's eyes were wide open, tears wetting the dirt beneath her as she whimpered, her small body jerking back and forth as the Hellhound tried to force itself into her tiny slit. The growing ache in her lower half suggested that her violation was nigh.

[And now...DO IT.]

With the loudest howls yet the Hellhounds rammed their cocks forward-

-and two screams echoed throughout the trees.

Lucetia was impaled on the panting Hellhound's rod, breath hitching as her closed eyes screwed even tighter.

The invading appendage was far too large for her slim and ethereal body, her vagina spread dangerously wide and a steady trickle of blood leaking down the meat stabbing into her, bodysuit ripped down the seams as the stresses on it tore the fabric apart.

And there was no more than two inches inside her, 16 more to go.

With primal grunts the Hound worked itself deeper inside, the Elf's stomach distending as the beast thrust it's hips over and over again, shoving it's girth into the woman's body despite her pained hisses.

With almost seven inches of pulsating cock embedded in her cunt the Elf dared to hope that that was the end of her torment as the head of the hound's rod battered her cervix-

-and a loud, gagging retch of pain and violation left her throat as the Hellhound pushed, her womb's protection being crushed aside as the full length of the beast's cock raped her entire body. Her skin bulged as the massive tool did horrible damage to her insides, her eyes rolling up in her head as she wasn't able to process the horror that was happening to her.

Telia fared no better, if not worse. If Lucetia was slim, then she was both slim and small.

The cock that had penetrated her at a downward angle was doing unimaginably painful things to her tiny frame, a large bulge distending her flesh as the beast jerked itself back and forth in animalistic motions, the Elf choking and sobbing as drool and bile leaked out of her mouth, painting the ground beneath her.

A violent growl from the Hound pushed it's meat past the little Elf's last line of defense-

-and with a sickened retch Telia lost to the pain and nausea dominating her senses, a stream of vomit leaving her slim frame as her organs were crushed into unnatural positions.

And all Sister Catlia could do was watch.

[Is this sight arousing you, Sister? Of seeing these beautiful women taken so horrifically and brutally before your very eyes?]

The Nun's only reply were tears of shame leaking from her mismatched orbs.

[Have no fear, then. For you will join them...albeit in a slightly different manner.]

Catlia suddenly found her neck yanked upwards by the hair due to the Dread Knight's armored hand, her face a feral snarl as she prepared to resist the brute's actions-

-and a lance of fear gripped her heart as she saw the last remaining Hellhound approach her, turgid cock swaying before her like some terrible weapon.

[Open wide, Sister...for I am merciful, and I won't have your precious virginity taken from you. You'll be serving my pack with a different hole.]

Unable to stop her whimper of fear-and completely ashamed of it-she felt the hard, musky flesh smack her in the nose, the Hound giving frustrated grunts as it tried to ram it's rod down her gullet, her mouth shut tight and not giving in the slightest.

[Now now, none of that, Sister…]

Armored claws suddenly pinched her nose shut and throttled her neck, strangling the Nun as her eyes bulged in panic.

For almost a minute the Nun fought, deciding that asphyxiating was a kinder fate than whatever depravity her captors intended...but eventually instincts ran their course, her mouth opening and desperately gasping for air-

-and her throat was immediately assaulted by the Hellhounds monstrous cock, the oversized organ and bitter smell-as well as awful taste-causing her to gag.

But with her airways almost completely blocked off by the dick invading her mouth all that she could do was convulse, hands frantically reaching up to dislodge the monster sullying her-

-and her arms were held steady at her side, the Hellhound that had been keeping her restrained prior making it's presence known as it's packmate gave low-pitched whines of frustration, frantically working it's hips bacl-and-forth in an attempt to slam home it's tool.

Pain began to predominate the Nun's senses, her jaw worked farther and farther apart as tears began to leak out of her eyes...and with a wet CRACK her jaw finally gave, a pained scream emanating in a subdued manner from the Nun as her face broke from the stress.

And even the scream faded to a wet gurgling as the Hellhound raped her throat, an excited bark coming from the monster as it finally succeeded in gaining access to the entirety of the Nun's innards.

Her mismatched eyes rolled up in her head as the pain and lack of oxygen brought her to a stage of semi-consciousness, face a light blue from the bare minimum of air reaching her brain as her throat bulged and deflated in rapid strokes, the Hound ramming itself against the Nun's face with wild abandon.

Gleefully chuckling the Dread Knight glanced around the clearing, reveling in the sight of it's pack raping the presumptuous sluts who had dared defy it.

The taller Elf had bitten her lip so hard it drew blood, tear tracks tracing lines down her face as her bruised and torn cunt trickled crimson down the cock that ravaged her.

The smaller Elf was borderline comatose, her head resting in a pile of bile and spit as her nubile body jostled back and forth, the Hound fucking her relentlessly, uncaring of her plight.

[Now, my pack...do as you will and make them brood mothers!]

Euphoric howls echoed throughout the clearing as the Hellhound's cocks pulsed in unison, the veins and appendages growing even bigger than their already impressive size-

-and they spat out copious amounts of cum, inflating the females they were violating to dangerous degrees.

Lucetia was the only once conscious enough to realize what was happening as the already turgid cock shaping her body swelled up even further, causing new tears to bleed freely in her loins as she audibly screamed, all humor and cheek forgotten as she pleaded, "NO! PLEASE not that, anything but THAT! I'll do anything you want just please-AAAAAAAGGGH!"

The Hound moaned as it pumped semen into the Elf's traumatized womb, her stomach swelling to an impossible dimension as her agonized yell turned into wet gurgling-

-and jizz began pouring out of her mouth and nose, the sheer volume of monster seed too much for her slim body to accommodate. The action continued for almost half a minute, the Elf mercenary spastically twitching and retching as she was made a mother to Hellhounds.

With a pleased grunt the Hound finally removed itself, it's cock dragging out the Elf's innards as her uterus flopped out onto the cum-soaked ground, eyes glazed and unseeing as she finally fell unconscious.

Telia was far too insensate to outside stimuli to react to the beast raping her tiny body and then cumming, her only response quiet gags as semen flowed out of her mouth and nose, just like with Lucetia an Elf's body was too fragile to bear this kind of abuse.

Catlia was also largely ignorant of the trauma visited upon her innards, but with her mouth and nose cut-off by the gargantuan cock in her throat, all of the monster cum had nowhere to go as her stomach was stretched to the max.

Instead, she began to shit out semen.

The Dread Knight chuckled at the scene, his pack pulling themselves out of the women as they flopped uselessly across the cum-slicked dirt, the Nun's jaw hanging loosely as monster cum flowed out of it.

[Well done, my hunting dogs...come, drag them with us. We have a group to repopulate.]

Obeying their master's commands the dogs picked up the bloated girls in their jaws and padded away, the Dread Knight leading their path.

It was the first day of utter Hell for the three defenders of Palentine fortress.