The Darkest Lengths to Ensure a Victory {darkest_fate&hellsangel}

[darkest_fate]

The trio of attractive female warriors faced down their foul monster adversaries. Three sets of hands gripped bladed weapons, though only two of the threesome utilized such weaponry. Magic flared in the third's bewitching blue eyes as they flickered from target to target. The lean redhaired ranger gripped twin curved blades in either hand, her grip relaxed, but ready. That third was perhaps the grandest of all, warrior princess Darshee Fenven. When considering how she not only led several successful sallies against the monstrous hordes, but personally dealt with nearly a dozen generals and powerful monsters herself, the princess was most certainly a force to be reckoned with.

Not that Ranger Captain Isabelle Barrow or arcanist prodigy Prudence Elizabeth Cadwell were unknowns or the sort to be passed aside. Indeed, any one of them should be more than a match for a single monster, or even a duo such as the three faced now. But they weren't usually facing against elite warriors, monster mercenaries with nearly as much skill in warcraft as the trained humanoid combatants. While the three couldn't quite help from looking down at monsters, they mostly still understood that they needed to be wary, perhaps even respectful, of the creatures.

"This is going to be a waste of our time," pronounced Darshee, frowning as she glanced up to an enclosure overlooking the training field. Magic and other energies rippled about, keeping the intellectual observors free from the combat itself. Within the head of the special military stood alongside a mind flayer, an odd pairing to be sure. Yet they needed those on hand to observe. The gorgeous blonde princess snorted, regripping her sword. Dark blue eyes flitted from satyr to lupine, considering, while the princess barely shifted her stance. Darshee's beauty had been nearly the stuff of songs since her birth, where legend had it several fairies gifted her with beauty and grace. As she entered into adulthood, the usual grace of womanhood descended upon her quite well, flaring hips and granting her a modest bust. The war hardened even such beauties, however, and Darshee had always been a master of fine fencing and the like. She'd constantly honed herself, adding tone to those curves, making her all the more appealing to monster and human alike. Not that any had ever lain hand upon her in such a manner, not in her twenty years. A princess's virginity was a prized thing, to be traded and used diplomatically, and her father dared not lose one of his most capable generals just yet, instead placing his daughter into a state of near perpetual maidenhood. Still, her golden hair, delightful curves, and firm form inspired not just songs, but lust.

As the lead observer, some magician, sounded the beginning tone, Darshee darted forward immediately. Her sword had been blunted by the training magics of the dirt field around them. Nonetheless, the sharp weapon could deal damage indeed. Each of the combatants had been granted a protective bracelet, not unlike that which they wore in the field. It would draw upon the wearer's inner strength, providing something of a field about their body. The strength of said field would diminish with each hit, in some ways protecting and in other ways replicating the wounds and rigors of combat. They were training this as well, though it had already been used somewhat in the field.

Realizing that Darshee was going on the attack, Prudence raised her hands. The magical genius had managed to condense many attack spells into gestures and short phrases, sometimes not even fully needing either. Eldritch energy danced around fine fingers, making it look almost as if Prudence was conducting battle. Of course, the dark haired magician was nearly as appealing as the princess; some would say even moreso. Dark hair, almost violet, fell about a borderline angelic face in an appealing bob. Sharp blue eyes looked out as delicate pink lips chanted magical words. Curves graced the lean magician as well, her hips and bust flaring in a fetching manner. Her curves weren't perhaps as pronounced as the princess's, nor did she have the toning of her companions. Her modified magic garb did quite a bit of work in enhancing her already impressive curves though. While Darshee's blue and steel material hide much of her curves, Prudence's dark leathers clung to her torso like a second skin. A divut showed at her navel, adorning a mostly flat, if not toned, stomach. The fabric clung to her almost perfect ass almost too well, with a bit of thigh emphasized by garters connecting to long combat boots.

The arcanist offered supporting fire, aiming mostly for the lupine, wanting to keep the wolfish beast away from her friend and companion. Still her eyes flicked to the satyr, knowing of their intelligence and unpredictablility.

The last of the trio, Isabelle, had arguably the most actual combat experience of the three. The slender redhead, hair also in a fetching bob, eyes also of a sharp blue, hung back, letting the others lead the strike despite her already drawn blades. She didn't possess quite the curves of her companions, as constant action kept her body taut and tight. Her bust was still noticeable, certainly, but not quite to the extent of her friends. Blue leather armor, the same color as Darshee's, helped to cover her, as did a matching pair of pantes. Unlike the others, her legs were mostly covered, with high boots. Not taht Isabelle had any qualms about bearing more flesh; she had combat uniforms that did just that, to aid in keeping her limber and to distract. Yet she knew that monsters were a bit more... primitive in their desires. She'd rather keep touching to a minimum, even if, unlike her companions, she had decidedly more experience in that arena. Best not to tempt them.

Plus she almost wanted to see Darshee's reaction as the satyr would inevitably do something inappropriate. The ranger was almost seeing this as a game as much as a combat exercise, feeling like she certainly had the edge. Some part of her almost thought she could handle both their combatants even without the others, but she'd never enter into a fight like that if she could avoid it. Why fight fair? The monsters didn't.

Leave it to the bold princess and the cunning mage to lead the fight. Isabelle hung back, watching closely, circling, ready to move and to intercept as needed, wondering if perhaps she shouldn't have brought a crossbow or the like...

 

[hellsangel]

It was a deal made in desperation as the war between the demon races of the Dark North raged with the Kingdoms of Light and the Sentient Life of the land. The demons were more numerous and stronger than the Alliance of Kingdoms, slowly making advances over the years. The Kingdoms have their powerful heroes and heroines, each being the equivalent of many demons but they were much fewer in number and would not be able to contain such a tide of evil and debauchery. Perhaps in this generation there comes upon an unholy chance, a deal no one in the past would even consider upon encroaching, but these were desperate times and one that they must make in order to survive. It was at this time that the upper Echelons have been given a proposal, a contract of sorts. A large band of demons and monsters had broken away from the monster army, making themselves out as a Mercenary Corp and selling their services for profit instead of for the Monsters. THis meant an opportunity for both sides.

The Alliance needed the numbers and strength, the Mercenaries had what they needed. Under this deal, the Mercenaries would provide as training instructors to their heroines specifically and teach them how to better fight the demons, and in exchange they would be paid a decent amount of gold, and can freely breed and fuck their beautiful heroines in the name of increasing the number of 'loyal' monsters who would fight for the Alliance of Light. The monster Mercenaries will have full say in how to train, to punish, and use the heroines under their 'careful' tutelage.

Today was the first session, an arena match of sorts. A large wide area was fenced off with magic barriers and physical barriers to keep all combat inside and not harm the spectating audience. Inside were a few obstacles but it was mostly a clear wide flat surface, and confronting these three beauties were two large and tall monsters. A Lupin and a Satyr stood there, confident and well muscled as they would clearly look like a unique among the common monsters these women had faced before. THey both scoffed at how these maidens, though experienced and strong, had already started looking down on them as common minion and thugs.

"I'll have you screaming out for mercy if you don't fix that attitude," Lupin Commander Raelz said as he spat on the ground and cracked his neck.

"Easy now. We shouldn't break them too quickly. Where's the fun in that," Satyr Logan said as he picked up his axe from the ground.


Quite immediately the women went on the attack. It seems that Satyr Logan was targeted by Darshee, splitting away from Raelz as Raelz would dash alongside the side of the arena. Both were monstrously fast, faster than those monsters they fought before. Logan's goat like hooves and legs gave him that extra speed as he dashed right headlong towards Darshee then jumped over her to land and make a strike at her backside. He certainly predicted Darshee would block that attack but he would also be showing her that he was far stronger as such clashes of weapons would make her arms shake. He was not slow either as he swung that heavy axe with ease. "Dodge more, my dear. Show me how you've conquered the field of battle," Logan mocked. Already he was lusting hard for those shaking jugs of hers, nestled tightly under her garbs and he made it show prominently with a thick hard on, yet he was showing no signs of being restricted by such a hard erection, instead lust drives his strength. Any magic attacks would seemingly be easily countered by his spear in his other hand without needing to look back or around, keeping entirely focused on Darshee as he was purposely keeping it a stalemate with her, his axe would then take a swing at her chest that would not be aiming at her flesh but purposely spaced enough that would make a tear through her buckle that was keeping her breasts contained in her combat dress.


Raelz would be jumping up and left and right around the arena as he made a dash approach towards Prudence, easily avoiding her spells no matter how quickly she was casting and sending those attacks flying his way. He was reach down to then scoop a hefty amount of earth, splashing them into the air that would cause a dust and dirt storm all around himself and at Prudence. Even she would need to instinctively cover her eyes and mouth from such a sudden storm of debris, and Raelz would come pouncing from high above, to pin down the prodigy arcanist, his long and sharp claws ripping downwards her precious tight leotard like dress. As his sharp instincts guided him, his free hand would react and grasp the intercepting attack from Isabelle, not fearing her sword at all as he grasped the sharp blade that didn't seem to cut his thick hided hand.

"Do it now," Raelz said as Logan would whistle quite loudly that would echo around the arena and the onlookers. On cue, the ground beneath all three heroines would suddenly burst open small holes, the reddish imps and green goblins popping out in with their evil shrill as they would cling onto their leggings and arms, their small sizes being quite weighty in this surprise attack.

 

[darkest_fate]

The heroines' recklessness was punished, much to Darshee's chagrin. She'd obviously underestimated them, driven more by frustration and a desire to prove her worth than by anything like tactics. The satyr repaid her attitude in kind. The blonde managed to intercept the attack, though her brow furrowed. Should not the satyr be aiming for weaker parts? They often swung for her legs, or even her arms. For that matter, given his strength and Darshee's poor positioning, the satyr could've attempted to disarm her. Perhaps he knew that her blade was a family heirloom and would return. Still, why aim---

The realization hit Darshee, eyes flying wide. Anger grit her teeth as she swung, putting far too much power into the swing. "How dare--!?" she managed, feeling the ground shifting beneath her. Some part of the warrior princess wanted to cry out against the unfairness of it all. To fight creatures with such vile tactics, not to mention surprises like this. But it wasn't as if the heroines hadn't started with the advantage, and the enemy had certainly done worse than this on the battlefield before now.

Prudence wasn't completely helpless when it came to close quarters combat. It certainly wasn't her forte, but she'd really been hoping that both monsters would focus more of their attentions on Darshee. A little burst of panic hit her when the lupine leapt forward, and her arms jerked up on instinct, forming a shield. It helped to disperse some of the incoming maelstrom, and she managed to scramble somewhat away from the lupine's attack. She still felt it tearing slightly at her garb, though fortunately the enchanted leathers wouldn't part so easily. Unlike Darshee, Prudence more quickly recognized her enemy's target. Her eyes went wide, and color flooded pale cheeks, though less from anger than embarrassment. The last thing she wanted was to be stripped in front of an audience.

Yelping, the arcanist struggled to wriggle her way free of the lupine. She heard the holes and again tried to shield herself, managing to at least steer clear of them. she was struggling to get back upright though, the onslaught catching her.

As Ralez had predicted, Isabelle had leapt forward. The catch of her blade made her pause to raise brows. "Should've figured you're more than competent," she said, bobbing her head in respect. The lupine likely hadn't realized that Isabelle had already nicked his other leg with the blade, which she was bringing up in a twisting strike now. It was mostly to buy Prudence time to get away, though Isabelle clearly could at least keep up with the lupine. Warning, instinct, and a lack of concern regarding what sort of skin she showed helped her to skirt around the holes, staying focused on her target, committing to several light stabs and cuts. The goal was to test and feel out, after all.

 

[hellsangel]

Darshee was caught off guard as 2 Imps and 2 Goblins all latched on to whatever skin was showing. They may be weak individually but they were a menace in packs. They laughed and screeched as they started to climb all over her body. Their sticky and hot hands were small but groping around Darshee's skin, climbing up her legs, jumping onto her back, clinging to her upper arm. Their random movements around her body should be sending Darshee staggering around with their intent to knock her off balance, and with how they are right on her body limbs and right around her, her sword would be useless at this point blank range. It was then an Imp jumped up and hugged on to Darshee's inner thighs, his disgusting face and mouth kissing up against her panties and pussy beneath her loose clothing that swung as she was trying to shake off these demons. He started to kiss and lick around her pantied pussy from below her protective clothing. A goblin would take advantage of her distracted and restricted movements to jump and cling on to her ass, humping his green cock that was of human size and humped it right against her crotch. Hands of several Imps and goblins made a grab at her top, tugging and trying to tear at her top to release her well developed breasts out, which their hands would soon start groping and fondling all over. How long would Darshee be able to keep standing at the constant moving and uneven extra weight of monsters on top body.

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Raelz would be feeling the delayed effects of the expert cut that Isabelle made on his leg as he rolled off Prudence to get away from Isabelle's follow up attack of a twisting strike with her sword, her clothing still relatively intact with her magic and material quality keeping it together. However despite coming off Prudence, the small group of 2 Imps and 2 Goblins were relentless as they clambered to pin her arms and legs down. One even clung on to her hips and started to hump his green hard cock up against her pussy with her leotard protecting her still. But they would not yet be stopping her from launching CQC magic as her various magics would impact their bodies and send them flying off her. But these creatures would be relentless as they got up just as quickly and came right back at her, keeping her from helping Isabelle as much as they are trying to get under her panties.

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Isabelle has the attention of both Raelz, the Lupin, and Satyr Logan. THey can tell the skill she had in her blade as she was in a defensive posture that would look hard to break. The red haired woman has the look of a strong veteran, but so were these two elite demons in front of her. "What a nice sword play. We should teach that hand to please cocks next," Raelz said as he shook his leg that had the cut earlier. his hard wolf hide makes most common weapons useless, meaning it was her skill and blade quality that could pierce his skin like this. Her sword clashed against his claws as he would see how she would make a feint and strike at another side of his body, but his claws would be fast as she was, matching her speed as he clawed right at her chest and feeling her sword counter back with cuts on his hands that missed to partially parry her sword. It was appearing they may be evenly matched It was perhaps a crucial moment when Isabelle may make a strike at Raelz, that two Imps would charge out from the sides and aim onto her legs to stall her attack enough that Raelz would grab both of her wrists midway. He would be holding her arms under his control and making her look at his lustful Lupin face, licking at what a delicious meal she looks. Logan had yet to make his move on Isabelle.

 

[darkest_fate]

The bold warrior princess did at least have some experience in dealing with packs. True, most of the time said packs were of bloodthirsty monsters, looking to rend flesh or at the very least defeat their foes. Darshee still didn't allow herself to succumb fully to a panic as she felt the filthy creatures exploring those glorious curves of hers, even if they were starting to head places that she wouldn't dare allow most. Her face still reddened, the rage lending a considerable bit of strength and frustrations. "Unhand me!" she demanded, managing to land a blow on a goblin that was altogether too likely to have him flying, potentially even killing him if he hadn't been properly prepared with the training equipment the princesses and mercenaries utilized.

Even with her fighting, Darshee still had to deal with a mass of the creatures. There were simply so many imps and goblins that keeping track proved difficult. Training kicked in, helping her to stay upright even as the creatures began to hang off her, as if they were accessories or needy children instead of foul beasts. Her focus split for a few moments, simply knocking the creatures off or throwing them aside, finding them quite easy to handle and move, given their relatively small size. However, she found them attacking areas that no proper fighter would dare. The princess let out a nearly scandalized gasp before moving to brain the one who'd dare creep up between her legs. He'd have been somewhat disappointed, as she did wear a more combat oriented undergarment, something decidedly less sexy and more allowed for freedom of movement, protecting the royal sex quite well.

That didn't mean Darshee couldn't feel him getting dangerously close, or his companions clambering over her rear, which she moved to deal with. While several were annoying, such as the one dangling from her hair, causing her some pain, the blonde's focus became on keeping them freed from her main sexual areas, prioritizing groin and rounded rear, dealing the heaviest blows to those. It meant she was altogether unprepared for one that would dare attempt to smother her lips. The princess let out another cry of disgust, clenching her teeth as she worked to remove that one, teetering a little, struggling to stay upright under the weight and the sheer amount of movement. Needless to say, Darshee was more or less removed from the fight.

Any such hordes would find Prudence not nearly as easy a target. The arcanist could simply gather her energies, and in a gesture create an almost booming magical blast around her, dislodging the creatures and keeping herself more or less free. It did slide her into something of a defensive position, but not to the extent her more close quarters companions would find. It certainly left her able to toss a spell in aid of Isabelle, who would likely need it with her two larger companions. Even still, she couldn't precisely focus when one latched onto her hips. With a yelp, Prudence battered him away, relying more on her fists than magic for a few seconds. As she wasn't exactly as strong as her companions, it wouldn't be as effect in the long run, but she'd dislodge the goblin after a few hits. Then she could work on weaving her protective magicks.

"Hey, stop that" she all but yelped as they started to move, her own hands thrusting. "You really should be focused on fighting instead of...um... that," she pointed toward an erect cock, flushing, fighting the urge to bury her head in her hands. Instead she sent a few more scythes of violet energy outward, even managing to launch at least a few attacks toward Isabelle and her fracas.

The ranger noted that she'd attracted the attention of both of the larger monsters. One on one, she was fairly confident that her skills and savvy would help her get on top. Were these normal monsters, Isabelle would be fairly confident that she could and would be able to handle both. Even the basic shielding that they'd all been granted to make this an actual training session wouldn't be enough to protect someone from enough smaller cuts. However, against two elite... Isabelle didn't like her chances.

She rolled those blue eyes at the crude comment. "Really? That's going to be your big tease?" she asked, quirking a brow. "You're going to make me agree with the Prude," as Prudence started protesting, Isabelle corrected: "sorry, Prue," she gave a wink toward the satyr, before dodging back. Isabelle's blade wove, mostly intercepting, though she'd let it flick in a time or two, noting the lupine's thick hide. She'd been moving quite well, until she felt the imps catch her legs. Isabelle stumbled, not quite losing her balance. Her hands moved though, so Raelz could only manage to gain hold of one, while she flicked to end an imp with another, raising a brow toward the lupine. The she had to wonder where the satyr had gone; he was a bit big to hide, wasn't he?

 

[hellsangel]

Had these goblins and Imps not been wearing the protective gear, their blood would be more easily splattered on these fields. The Imp below her legs would give a loud grumble as he would come up against some combat panties, resistant to tears while giving freedom of movement for these female warriors. With the Goblin kissing Darshee's precious royal lips and clutching on to her face to stop her from tearing him off his hold on her, her eyes and attention would not see one of the Imps and goblins behind her, kneeling down behind her legs. It would be childish yet effective to make her trip and fall backwards to fall on her backside. Such a fall would render this princess to become plaything to these little monsters now as they would take advantage of Darshee on her back and on the ground. An Imp and Goblin jumped down onto her hands to pin her down, the Goblin that was on her face sat down on her chin and flagrantly pulled out his green cock out, slapping her face with his putrid cock while pulling on her blonde twin tail hair to pull her head close. The last Imp that was free had dived back under her dress to push her legs apart and started to claw at her panties to tear it off. Even if it was a combat panties, it was still a womanly clothing that would have to come off in one way or another, and this little Imp aims to find that way or make a way.

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The way Prudence tried to scold off these little monsters was quite cringe but laughable for these monsters in response. She was showing plenty of signs of an innocent maiden to be put off by their smutty antics towards her, particularly towards the goblin who dares to hump against her ass. As if to respond to such innocence, their cocks were pulled out to show off just how prominent and erect their cocks were, towards Prudence to distract some of her focus.

These monsters were also a clever bunch as well as they improvised a plan. One Imp would start acting horny rabid and make a fast dash towards Prudence. While she would be forced to deal with that little monster in one direction, a goblin at a different angle would swing his Imp companion who would be brandishing a crude dagger. It wouldn't look like much, but it was coated with some paralysis poison from a Devil Bee monster. It wasn't a high concentration but it would temporarily make the victim to feel lethargic, with the affected area to become numb. This brave little Imp would be swung and tossed towards the legs of Prudence, the aim being to fly between her legs and make a slash at her legs. The protective equipment would protect her from any serious damage, but the cut it makes would still introduce that paralysis poison into her body and render her slowly to become too weak to fight.

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Raelz chuckled as he managed to grab on to one of Isabelle's wrists, particularly her sword welding hand. His monstrous strength would twist her arm to make her drop the blade to the side. The two Imps quickly fled as they weren't needed here any longer, and with Prudence's magic attacks coming, Raelz grasped Isabelle's neck to lift her up and dashed forward to avoid the violet magic attack that came flying his way. He smirked as he would toss Isabelle forcefully back, making her land against something hard yet invisible.

There was a reason why Satyrs were menaces in a forest. They have the large heavy legs of goats yet they can move quietly like the wind, and the best of them could use wind magic to become invisible until they attacked. Like a magic veil dispersing, Logan's towering body appeared behind Isabelle, his large hand grasping hold of Isabelle around her breast and his other hand holding her chin to force her to look up. Such monstrous strength already have his hold over Isabelle and easily overpowers her natural strength. His bearded face pressed right down at her and his lips locked hard on hers, his tongue slithering past her tight lips as he sloshed his tongue around her mouth and coiled with her tongue. His saliva mixed into her mouth and it would taste quite sweet, an intoxicating effect that would feel like a drunk form of lust would begin to flow into Isabelle's body as his kiss stayed locked on and drew the air out of her lungs.