Diablo II The Lord of Terror Rises again.

[Shadowkiller]

Gheed leaned back on his log stood leaning against the side of his wagon. it had been two weeks since the old merchant had to stop his caravan off at the encampment of the Sisters of the Unseen eye. the ever increasing sightings of dark ones and demons prowling along the main roads had made trade between settlements impossible. and still the days continued to grow darker as attacks had become more frequent in these lands, to the point where only the brave or the foolish would dare stand against the rising tide. yes, it seemed as if a dark cloud had laid its curse over the region, and that the ever growing demonic presence would not be lessened anytime soon.

not that seemed to bother Gheed any. The rogues kept the place well guarded and their were still plenty of travelers and refugees in need of his goods.

their was also, of course the scenery, he thought lewdly as he shamelessly watched a shapely rogue patrol her way past his cart, her leather tunic tight in all the tight places and her full hips swaying as she walked cautiously through the muddy grass. the whole encampment was occupied by scores of young female warriors, sharp disciplined and deadly with a bow. all of them, beautiful young, slender, fit, and scantily clad.

Gheed smiled as he watched the patrolling rogue bend over to picked up a tiny little purse of gold he had left in the grass earlier. he gently stroked his erection through his trousers as he watched her tight leather thong tighten against her peach-like ass as she bent over.

yes, gheed was perfectly fine with his perdiciment.

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At the entrance to the camp two adventures walked in. Normally the rogues would just let them by but they were much different then most adventurers. One of them was a lovely looking woman with short purple hair, Her eyes were gold colored, Her body was nice and fit, she was about 5' 4". But she also had two horns coming out the side of her head showing she was a half demon. She was wearing a tight leather outfit that covered most of her body but exposed her back and belly to allow more flexibility. But it cut closed to her D size breast and would look they might just pop out at any moment. She also had two cross bolts on each side hanging on special attachments on her belt.



The other one was a 4' short boy with red eyes and short silver hair and was wearing leather pants and a leather jacket open with no shirt under it showing that even with his small body it was well toned as you could see a well shaped six pack. But what was different about him was he had two long horns coming out of the front of his head that reached to the back. He also had a long black slim tail coming out of his pants that ended with a sharp tip. He also had a master worked hilt attach to his belt but no blade for some odd reason.



Two rogues walked up to them and blocked there way. "What business do you have here half demons?" one says as the other takes grip of her bow. The small one walks up to them and speaks. "We came here to cheek on these rumors of demonic monsters prowling....." "I wasn't talking to you shorty." the rogue says chaning his gaze to the woman for her apperence made her look older. "So what are you two doing here?" The short one gets angry as he clenches his fist not like being called shorty. His woman companion walks up and taps his shoulder. "Don't take offence master they don't know who you are." She then looks at the Rogues. "Were are here to help out with the demons." She pulls out an amulet that had no magical purpos but holds the symbol of the demon hunter group. "Your sister hood would know about our group." She shows it to them. The rogues look at each other and then say. "Ok you can come in. But go right to our camp leader. And know we are watching you." They then walk back to their post as the short one pushes the womans hand off his shoulder. "lets go Jillian. I want to kill some demons before my anger gets the better of me." He then walks into the camp heading for the leaders tent. "Yes Master Shade." Jillian said following close behind him.

 

[Kiki]

a few rogues and even a few refugees paused at the odd sight of a wooded rickshaw being pulled into the encampment by three full animated and well armed skeletons. a man clad in black leather the passenger's seat. he in his late thirties with a long white hair and gristle beard and sat next to what looked like spoiled of the battle field, , broken armor and blood stained swords. he was reading a book and running an amulet over in his fingers. the amulet was carved with runes and he could feel the pulse of magical energies within it. sadly the book offered him no real answers as to what the item was supposed to do.

The wagon came to a stop and the man put his book away and hoped out of the cart as his skeletons started securing the wagon to next to a parked merchant wagon.

the necromancer patted a skeleton on the shoulder. "okay, you, gather up the swag, see if anyone willing to offer a good price."

he looked to another skeleton who was milling passed him. "here, show this amulet around, see if you can find some one that can appraise it." he said handing it the amulet and small purse of gold

the skeleton gave and obeidiant nod and started off.

"and don't sell it this time." he called after the skeleton, not sure if the skeleton understood him or not. necromancy was such a trail and error art.

several refugees watched uncomfortably as the strange scene played out. necromancy for a long time had been a banned practice in the magical arts, however in dark times like these it seemed hard to pin and old law on an unpopular art when there were far more dangerous things in in the world.

"There better be a pub." the necromancer muttered as he change his gloves ignoring the gazes of those around him. it was along and hard day, well maybe not too hard, the skeletons could handle nearly anything, but it was long, and he felt he deserved a good drink.


****

Andariel back on a throne of bones. she smiled at the two goat men having their pleasure with a young rogue woman, her arms chained in the air above her, sobbing as the goat men roughly fucked in front and behind. the demoness started to stroke her own hardening nipples as the rogue started to sob in pain and even pleasure as she started to cum. "do scream my dear... you sister of the Sighless Eye must be getting softer, I remember when you were soo much harder to break...." she chided and started the started to stroke herself.

The poor rogue maoned as the goat man in front licked her neck and grabbed her ass as she fucked her, the other fucked her ass while fondling her large breasts. the poor rogue sobbed as she felt herself cumming again, why did this turn her on so? her face flushed with sahmed she screamed out a she came and fleet the goat men climax with her, nearly filling her to over flowing with demonic seed.

but is wouldn't be over it was never over....

****

Meilee, bent over trying to fix of the laces in her boots, the naive rogue, so accustomed to being with her sisters didn't even realized what a view she was giving the nearby caravan as her leather bloomers rode temptingly up of her firm, juicy ass. she straightened up and smoothed out her long red hair. her leather corset barely contained her large firms breasts, she blushed thinking about a time when a few male mercenaries chuckled at her, on caressing her bare tanned legs and hips before spanking her.

it was a disrespectful gesture and by all rights she should have retaliated. but she didn't, it wasn't that she wasn't bothered by the encounter, she was very bothered by it. something about a man's touch... she remembered staggering away frustrated and blushing, not knowing how the act, then thinking about it all day after.

there were more men in the camp now, more coming every day it seemed, and her body felt more and more on edge, it felt hotter.

Meilee wasn't alone though.

The rogues seldom saw visitors let alone men, most sister's learn to turn their carnal frustration into frenzied passion on the battlefield. it was part of what made a rogue a strong fighter, and why they were forbidden to fornicate.

however, that rule was easier to follow when their weren't so many men around to fornicate with. even Meilee found herself swaying her hips a little more conspicuously these days...

 

[batman4560]

Shortly after the arrival of the Necromancer a heavy rain started up and night fell over the rouge encampment. From the wooden spiked gate the sound of pangs on metal could be heard echoing out loudly with each drop of rain that fell. Eventually the small torch light that fell on the dark skinned man reflected in his metal plated armor and a paladin came into view as he set foot on the rouge homeland. His dark brown eyes that matched his skin roamed the area while he slung his large gold and white kite shield over his back. Not long ago he had been in the battle that defeated King Leoric's army and now he was on the trail of the traitorus wanderer. Drops of rain rolled off his bald head as he walked past the wagon that was being manned by a wicked Necromancer and his undead servants. Sir Peters right hand stayed firmly held to the warhammer he had become so accustomed to using all that time ago.

Coming to a fire pit he sat down on a carved out log that was clearly made to be a bench to sit on. Never before had he seen such amazing beauties as the ones here in the rouge encampment, he found it hard to remember his vows of honor the to stay holy in this tempting place. He licked his lips as the scantily leather clad women walked by on their patrols of the area. He wondered if they could do more than handle a bow and arrow with there soft delicate looking hands. Picking up his hammer and shield he wandered about the camp politely introducing himself and asking about the going on's of the area hoping to find a lead on the "Dark Wanderer."

 

[Kaybee]

As the drizzling rain intensified to a steady flow Vaya cursed softly. While she was thankful for the dusty blue cloak she had taken from an abandoned stead many miles back she could not help but shiver in the chill of the moor as her clothing beneath the thick cloth was of a nature far less suited to these climates, thin and revealing silks that did little hide her figure nor protect her from the cold. In the distance, the sorceress spotted the wooden palisade of the rogue's encampment and her feet hastened in their steps, making brisk walk through the mud that the dirt path had become.

Entering the camp the woman found herself perplexed by how similarly skimpy the rogues were dressed even though none of the pale women so much as shivered despite their similarly exposed states. No few of them were visibly feeling the effects of the cold in a different way though, erect nipples surprisingly easily visible through leather chestpieces, drawing the eyes of the men scattered through the camp. Blushing slightly at how shamelessly the fighting women carried themselves, Vaya looked away from them, eyes searching through the camp for a leader of some sort. Perhaps she could exchange her talent for magic for a place in the camp for a few days at least.

 

[Kiki]

Soulz leaned back as he downed another ale, then glanced at the pitter patter of rain going on outside the makeshift pub. Heh, he was glad he had gotten indoors before the storm. he was half expecting some of the shapely half naked rogues to come huddling in out of the rain, but there weren't, shame too. come to think of it, here hadn't seen any of the rogue women in the bar or any of the other makeshift wagon shops. Probably a some warrior vixen code thing about not drinking of something. he decided as he finished off his ale and slammed the empty mug down on the bar. "one more..." he said to barkeep who was starting in horror at the skeleton sitting beside him. you every see a dead body before?" he asked the trembling barkeep.

The bar keep couldn't take his eyes away from the empty sockets of the skeleton's skull. "N-No..." she stammered not daring to look away. " he flinched as the Necromancer slammed his mug down again. "then consider yourself lucky sir... now get me another ale..."

the barkeep shakily complied and handed him his ale in a fresh mug. "good man," she said with ad grin as he gave cheers to the skeleton who was holding and empty mug. if what was happening down south was spreading up north, the bar keep would see his share of bodies soon enough. he though to himself as he down the ale. he took the opportunity to spank the cute and busty bar maid as she tried to gather up his dirty mug. the necromancer chuckled as as glared at him, then looked at the skeleton holding the other mug and minciking the necromancers movement and decided not to tray to take it away.

Soulz Sighed, he hoped the skeleton with the swag would find a buyer, maybe enough loot to afford some lodging, or maybe some time with one of those rogue women, or atleast dump to the stuff so he would at least sleep under the wagon tonight...


***

The door to the wagon, marked "Gheed's" was rapped upon by a boney knuckle, once, then twice, three times, then insistently...

***

the rogue's were not the only one's catching eyes in the rain. a strong masculine arm encircled the shivering sorceress's bare waist and held her close to warm body. "you looking for something girl?" a voice with a thick northern accent asked.

he looked like barbarian, but was dressed in craftman's clothing, probably a merchant. but certainly strong enough to be a barbarian. he looked over her wet, practically naked body, tanned skin, bare legs, ample breasts and a pretty face.

"you from a harem?" he asked, looked at her cleavage then her.

 

[batman4560]

Gheed stood up from his chair as the bony hand wrapped around the curtain that led into his shop. He was slightly frightened and took a step back. He had hopped to never see a necromancer or its undead army again. "Trade quickly and be about your business!" The portly man fixed his wool vest and placed his hat on his head. Nervously he shuffled around his store room and fiddled with his wares.

Sir Peter moved around looking at the Rouges who were now soaking wet from the storm when he moved on the blacksmiths tent and he licked his lips. Of course the women would have a female black smith, Peter wasn't complaining. Peter walked up to the woman and placed a sack of coins and his hammer on her massive anvil. "I could use a better one..." He said with a smile on his face. "It seems Ive dropped it one to many times."

 

[Shadowkiller]

Shade walked around looking for the leader of the encampment but soon found himself in front of the pub. He turned to Jillian. "Let go and have a drink first before meeting the leader of the camp. The walk was long and thirsty." Both him and Jillian were getting soaked by the rain but neither of them seemed truely bothered by it as they walked in dripping wet. Shade noticed the undead that entered the camp and wondered who would do such an act to the dead. But right now he wanted his drink of Ale more then anything. He walked up and jumped on the stool and called the bar tender. "Get me a large mug of ale." The bar tender looked at him and laughed. "Your to young to have a large drink boy. Come back in a couple of years." shade got really pissed at that as Jillian took some steps back knowing what was about to happen.

Shade clenched his fist and then bashed it on the counter breaking the counter in front of him that make the bar tender jump. "I am no boy Bar tender. Now get me my ale or i will show you how much of a man i am as i toss your head through the all." Jillian walked up to Shade and patted his shoulder. "Calm down master he is not worth the trouble and we dont want to be kicked out after just getting here." She said as shade then took a deep breath and clamed down a little.

 

[Kiki]

Gheed stood up from his chair as the bony hand wrapped around the curtain that led into his shop. He was slightly frightened and took a step back. He had hopped to never see a necromancer or its undead army again. "Trade quickly and be about your business!" The portly man fixed his wool vest and placed his hat on his head. Nervously he shuffled around his store room and fiddled with his wares.

Sir Peter moved around looking at the Rouges who were now soaking wet from the storm when he moved on the blacksmiths tent and he licked his lips. Of course the women would have a female black smith, Peter wasn't complaining. Peter walked up to the woman and placed a sack of coins and his hammer on her massive anvil. "I could use a better one..." He said with a smile on his face. "It seems Ive dropped it one to many times."

the skeleton pointed to a rolled up parchment in its eye socket for him to take. in a scribbled font, the note read. "battle tested swag, non enchanted, for sale please give fair price or the skeleton wont leave."

the skeleton stared at him blankly for a few minutes then turn and uncovered the cart for of salvaged battle armor and weapons and then pulled out another note tucked in one of its ribs. this one red, will bather 20% of profits in magical rejuvenation potions if possible..."

***
Charsi, the smith of the Sisters of the Sightless Eye panted as worked tirelessly on a piece of iron. her tone muscles straining with each swing of her hammered, her large sweaty breasts jiggling each blow under her soot coated apron. true she didn't wear anything under her apron, mainly because it was already too working all day by a forge. she sighed as she wiped the sweat and soot from her brow, thankful for the chill of the rain. Work was more busy now, what with all of the travelers and refugees passing though, and more men that any of the rogue were normally used to... poor Charsi blushed as she looked to her anvil. she was never that good at fighting, only good at metallurgy. it was a role in which the rogues appreciated her efforts, however, whenever men did come by, they would only catch sight of her lovely sisters first, hardly ever noticing the girl who was at the hearth all day. she sighed and once again struck the iron.

she was focusing on particular rivet when some one dropped and purse on near her hand a hammer. she blushed and looked up the arm and flinched to see a man standing close to her, she didn't even hear him come in, and judging by his armor he had to be of noble cast.

"umn... yeah surge..." looking are him and cautiously setting her hammer aside and feeling around the hammer before tearing her gaze away and looking it over. "well, I mean i could improve it if you think that is okay, I mean, there is still a salvageable body on this thing..." she looking it over and blushing, trying not to let him notice. "just mix more carbon into the alloy and maybe some silver to stem corrosion..." she turned to him, but still ended up blushing. "is that okay?"

 

[Kaybee]

the rogue's were not the only one's catching eyes in the rain. a strong masculine arm encircled the shivering sorceress's bare waist and held her close to warm body. "you looking for something girl?" a voice with a thick northern accent asked.

he looked like barbarian, but was dressed in craftman's clothing, probably a merchant. but certainly strong enough to be a barbarian. he looked over her wet, practically naked body, tanned skin, bare legs, ample breasts and a pretty face.

"you from a harem?" he asked, looked at her cleavage then her.

Vaya was torn between ducking away from the unfamiliar touch and pressing closer to the warmth of another body. Looking up, the sorceress found herself looking into the face of a man who could easily have been mistaken for a member of the barbarian tribes of the north.

"Unhand me sir." Her voice wavered a little despite the best she did to hold herself firm, she could feel the strength in his muscles, enough that she felt as though a mere twig to be snapped should he desire to do so. "I'm from no harem and I'm hardly here for one such as yourself."

With the damp cloak concealing her hands Vaya began to gesture quietly as she spoke, sketching a symbol out of the man's sight in preparation to unleash a spell that would freeze those around her for long enough to let her get away. Hopefully the rogues will forgive me for doing what I must to preserve myself against him. She was no virgin of course but she had no intention of giving herself over to whomever wished to have her.

 

[Kiki]

the Northerner could see her tension and gently let go though did shamelessly let hist calloused hand run of her firm ass through her wet silk as he move his arm away. "sorry then, so an easterling dressed like that and not in a harem... I need to see one of these harems..." she said looking her over again, he snorted and folded his massive arms over his chest. "so then what Is your business here easterling?" he asked with and heir of business, though his eyes did wander to places of interest...

 

[Kaybee]

Vaya breathed out a quick sigh of relief as the man took her words and backed away, even if he brought a pink flush to her chheks with the way his touch trailed along the curve of her rear and the ways his eyes lingered on her body as a whole. "I..." For a moment The sorceresss doubted trusting such a man with her intent but after a moment's contemplation she could not easily see the harm in doing so. "I seek the leader of the Rogues, I have wandered long and wish a place to stay within her walls, this camp being the safest of any place this far west since the news Tristram fell."

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A League to the west -where the now-fallen monastery of the Rogues could be seen in the distance the light of the sun shone down- a quartet of rogues push aside an iron gate and enter the cemetery that once housed the honoured dead of their people. They had heard the rumours and reports and they knew that the demons and undead had arrived in this place, their foul presence desecrating the mausoleums. Blood Raven -the leader of the four- motioned for the others to advance. "We check the crypt first." She ordered, two of her subordinates taking up positions on either side of the entrance to the structure as she nocked an arrow to her bow and took the first cautious step into it. Before she could take another though, Blood Raven and the two rogues whirled as the fourth of their number who had been guarding their rear cried out in fear suddenly.

 

[Shadowkiller]

Jillian left the pub as shade started to drink like a fish. She looked around the camp wondering where the leader was. She wondered around the camp getting some dirty looks at the refugees. She wanted to tell them she was here to help them but she already knew from past trials that they will not listen to her. All demons were the same to them. She soon walked up to the merchants cart that was tending to some scelitons a most interesting view for one to see.

Shade drank more ale as he chugged down another four mugs of ale. He sighed heavaly as he sat back in his seat and waved to the bar tender for another one. He then looks around and sees a strange man sitting next to him. "What brings you to these parts?" He asked

 

[Kiki]

The northman nodded. "you don't look like you are from Tristram, he noted looking her over against then shrugging figuring a tale for another time. still the exotic eastern woman interested him. "you'll find the chief of the sister's over there, but mind you, she was unable to accommodate my brother and men, and all the others you she in these tents and wagons...." he looked over her now shear fabric and shamelessly admired her curves. "you'll will need something dry to were at any rate.

***

I was too late, hundreds of tentacle had covered the entrace to the monastery and were grappling with the struggling women, trapping a thrashing limb, or caressing a heaving breast.

the beast had been concealed on the roof of the mausoleum. waiting for the lovely rogues to get careless. Slimey phallic tentacle slid down their bodies, caressing their skin as their arms were pinned down and their legs forced open.


***
Andariel sighed in pleasure as the corrupted rogue between her legs pleasured her desperately. Andariel could feel it. her tentacle demons found some prey, how sweet...

 

[Kiki]

Soulz was leaning against his skeleton, "the weather. how about you..." he muttered, not looking up at him.

 

[Shadowkiller]

Shade looked at him and then noticed the skeleton he was leaning against. "So your the Necromancer that summon these Skeletons." He grabbed his other mug. "Why would you want to desecrate the dead for?

 

[batman4560]

Gheed quickly took the amulet and the goods that were offered and inspected them. After a moment he reached down and withdrew a small lope to help him inspect the amulet more. "Ahh I will offer you one hundred gold and not a copper more! And here two of the potions are more than fair for the goods being offered now away with you foul beast!" He placed the gold and potions on the table and waved off the skeleton.

Pete looked at the smith and couldn't take his eyes away from her body his mind raced with thoughts of feeling those lovely breasts and the tender skin she hardly kept protected with her apron. Surely her hands knew how to grip a shaft with all the work she did using her hammer. "I umm" With great effort he let his eyes wander up to hers and his attention was once again caught. "Yes of course alloy...please if you can...Im searching for the Dark Wanderer and need my hammer to be in great shape much like your lovely body is.. I mean your skills would be greatly appricated in this situation."

 

[Kaybee]

The northman nodded. "you don't look like you are from Tristram, he noted looking her over against then shrugging figuring a tale for another time. still the exotic eastern woman interested him. "you'll find the chief of the sister's over there, but mind you, she was unable to accommodate my brother and men, and all the others you she in these tents and wagons...." he looked over her now shear fabric and shamelessly admired her curves. "you'll will need something dry to were at any rate.

"I am not from Tristram but the news of the town's fall has spread far and wide, enough that I heard tell of it along my journey to this place." Vaya's face fell as the man pointed out the state of the camp already so full of refugees and travelers. "Nonetheless I must try, there may yet be skills that I could trade to the sisters for a place." The sorceress inclined her head slightly. "If I fail, I suppose I will return here. Better to be near the rogue's encampment than out on the moor where the undead and demons roam."

With those words Vaya pushed away from the man, tugging her cloak tighter about herself once more as she strode off towards the tent where the man had indicated the rogue's leader could be found.

I was too late, hundreds of tentacle had covered the entrace to the monastery and were grappling with the struggling women, trapping a thrashing limb, or caressing a heaving breast.

the beast had been concealed on the roof of the mausoleum. waiting for the lovely rogues to get careless. Slimey phallic tentacle slid down their bodies, caressing their skin as their arms were pinned down and their legs forced open.

Paige's scream from the rear upon noticing the mass of tentacles perched on the mausoleum roof came too late for any of them. The mass of prehensile appendages grabbed her sisters that had been guarding the doorway almost immediately, their unnatural strength quickly immobilizing their limbs and lifting them off the ground with ease. Paige herself turned to run and almost made it, getting two steps before a single tentacle shot out and seized her ankle, yanking her into the air to hang upside down.

Just inside the tomb, Blood Raven was dropped into near complete darkness after Paige's scream. She had a second to contemplate but before she could turn the mass of the beast that had been blocking the doorway surged inwards, tentacles trapping her as well and yanking her out into the moonlit night. The silence was filled with the slick sounds of the moving phalluses, the tearing of leather and cloth and the screaming of four entrapped rogues. One of the guards -Fiona- managed to get her dagger free but before she could put the fine steel to use her wrist was trapped. No one would hear them this far from the encampment but they screamed from desparation and sheer terror as their bodies were held in place and their legs were spread apart against their wills.

 

[Kiki]

Soulz Chuckled,
"'the dead?' heh, they don't use their bones anymore, why should they care?" he said, patting the skeleton on the shoulder, then exchanging a bro-fist with the skeleton.

***


The skeleton reached into his rib-cage and pulled out another scrap, the note read. "make sure the skeleton uses a bag..."


***
charsi blushed backwardly at the paladin's starring. she politely cleared she throat in hopes of easing the tensions. he heart jump a little as he commented on her body, no one ever did that. her face turned red and she turned to focus on the hearth. "um... yes can do that. the girl said bending over to add some more wood to the hearth unaware of how nicely her tight leather britches hugged her firms ass and how her bare back gave away how she was not wearing a bra...

 

[batman4560]

Gheed impatiantly placed the items in a bag and handed it to the undead beast and ushered it out. "Now dont come back here!" He commanded and pulled down his small door to his shop and locked it tight. If it was one thing he hated it was the undead. Plopping down he counted the coin he would make from selling the loot the skeleton brought and that put a smile on his chubby face.

Pete watched as she bent over and strained as his cock stiffened in his metal armor. Sometimes it was hard for him to keep his vows but thus far had been strong to his word. "So...smith, have you any news on the going ons around the area? Maybe a lead on where I could start my search?" He asked licking his lips as he thought about taking the bent over woman right where she was.

 

[Shadowkiller]

shade then thought to himself with his comment. "Hmm thata a good point. makes sence why the the prim and lesser evils do it." He said as he chugged down his drink as he called to the bar. "Hey get me and my friend here another drink." He then turned to him. "So now really whats the real reason for you being here? Here looking up on the activities or just dont like being the only one raising the dead?"

Jillian was about to go to the store but the owner closed it shut before she could stop him and she sighed as he walked alone more and then soon came up to the blacksmiths. She looked at the number of arrows she had and realized she was going to need much more since she had to use them to hunt for food since shade didn't pack enough food for them both. She walked in and then saw the Man in armor and the blacksmith bending over as she blushed as the view she was giving to them both as he blushed and turned away as she then coughed loudly so she would notice she came in.

 

[batman4560]

Pete turned and looked at the woman nearly dropping his shield and fell to a knee. "My lady..you honor us with your grace" He kept his head down but managed to get a good view of the woman as he fell to his knee. "How may I be of service to you?" He asked remembering his training on how to be a gentleman in the presense of a female fighter and to honor her both on and off the field of battle. However that did not mean he was not allowed to look at the attractive form of the woman and admire it for what it was, pure desireable flesh.

 

[Kiki]

Meilee, stand under Gheeds wagon to avoid the rain filched as she saw the skeleton pass. was that always there? had the undead gotten into the camp? why was it holding a bag? she watch the skeleton as it left, bending over the railing of gheed's cart to watch, unaware that her wet leather bloomers were almost a thong on her firm toned ass.


***

Charisi tried to clear her voice, not knowing how to behave, people typical didn't watch her while she worked. "oh, you rumors, something happened to main road, now at the caravans are passing through here. I mean it good business it just so crowed though." she closed the hearth and straighten, and wiped her sooty hand on her brow. "not that people stick around to chat with the black smith..." she said absentmindedly, and tacking a few steps back and bumping into him.


***

The large northman smiled as the bold, lovely and very wet women set out to the tent. he watch and full swaying hips and shapely ass. ass with interest. pity she wasn't a harem, quite a waste.and with that he when back into his cart.

***


none the four struggling women were shown any mercy. the tentacles took their time with heir bodies, stoking their soft skin, fondling their full breasts, teasing their nipples to full hardness and lightly stroking their clits.

Fiona was forced to watch a thick tentacle, dripping pre-cum on her beautiful face slid down between her large breasts, past them, down her tone belly, then between her thighs, the tentacle rubbed teasingly against her slit, only as the slightest hint of moistness did it give a sudden thrust and sink into her, slowly twisting and worming deeper and deeper until is filled her entirely more than any man could hope. then slowly started to draw back and thrust in and out of her her as more tentacles gathered around her breasts.

Blood raven was spread eagle and forced to look down as tentacle started to spreed her buttocks and work they're way into her quim and ass.

Paige's scream's were muffled by the tentacle now filling her mouth, the thing pump back and forth in time to other two filling her ass and quim. with her arms bound, the bustiest of the four could only as some slid in between her breasts and started to pump back and forth.

Lyre, the last one probably got the thick and most texture, of the hard invading tentacles, easily hitting her g-spot with each slow thrust as a smaller one played with her clit. she could only watch as one slid up her belly and emerged between her full breasts and started to nuzzled his pre-cum soaked head agisnt her soft lips.

 

[Shadowkiller]

Jilian almost jumped when she heard the shield drop as she looked at the armored man get on his knees and she blushed a little when he called her My lady. She looked around thinking for a moment he must be talking to someone else but then realized it was her he was talking about. She then looked at the blacksmith that was about to walk into him as she tryed to reach over and stop her saying "Watch ou...." She tripped on the shield on the ground falling on top of the armored man and she grabbed onto the blacksmiths apron pulling her down on top of her.

 

[batman4560]

Pete grunted at the two sexy women fell on top of him and his hands grabbed at them touching both of them in very tender spots. His hands grasped at them trying to move them off him. "As much fun as this would be...I think we should really move this to a tent." He reached up and looked at the two sexual creatures wishing he could have them both now. He loved the view of the two women's breasts and ass's. He was happy he was wearing metal armor so that the lady's couldn't see his member hardening at that very moment. Pete pulled himself out from under the two and smiled at them.

 

[Kaybee]

none the four struggling women were shown any mercy. the tentacles took their time with heir bodies, stoking their soft skin, fondling their full breasts, teasing their nipples to full hardness and lightly stroking their clits.

Fiona was forced to watch a thick tentacle, dripping pre-cum on her beautiful face slid down between her large breasts, past them, down her tone belly, then between her thighs, the tentacle rubbed teasingly against her slit, only as the slightest hint of moistness did it give a sudden thrust and sink into her, slowly twisting and worming deeper and deeper until is filled her entirely more than any man could hope. then slowly started to draw back and thrust in and out of her her as more tentacles gathered around her breasts.

Blood raven was spread eagle and forced to look down as tentacle started to spreed her buttocks and work they're way into her quim and ass.

Paige's scream's were muffled by the tentacle now filling her mouth, the thing pump back and forth in time to other two filling her ass and quim. with her arms bound, the bustiest of the four could only as some slid in between her breasts and started to pump back and forth.

Lyre, the last one probably got the thick and most texture, of the hard invading tentacles, easily hitting her g-spot with each slow thrust as a smaller one played with her clit. she could only watch as one slid up her belly and emerged between her full breasts and started to nuzzled his pre-cum soaked head agisnt her soft lips.

Fiona whimpered as the tentacles pushed at her, the monster persistently teasing her, rubbing over her breasts and prodding at her clit. She tried to hold out as best she absolutely could, gritting her teeth against the sensations of pleasure that flowed unbidden through her body but the monster was made to toy with women and it had broken down far more stubborn bodies than hers. She was torn between trying to struggle away and a steadily growing wish that the monster would just take her already rather than force her to endure the maddening border of pleasure that it's teasing bore unto her and when the thick phallus finally thrust into her womanhood she screamed pleasure even as she wept at how her body betrayed her for pleasure.

Blood Raven and the other rogues might half felt sympathy for Fiona's plight had they not been too busy dealing with similar violations upon their bodies. The aforementioned lieutenant whimpered and growled defiance at the beast as it's tentacles pushed into both her holes. Her limbs were held spread-eagled to immobilize her entirely, tentacle precum leaking into her silvery mane of hair as one forced her head down, her eyes drawn inexorably to the perverse sight of a thick tentacle sliding inch after inch of it's impossible length into her.

Paige fell silent with one last cry, muffled as a tentacle took advantage of her open mouth to gag her with it's girth, pushing deep enough to threaten at the entrance to her throat. So focused was she on the intrusion on her mouth the well endowed rogue was unpleasantly surprised as the rest of her body was quickly taken, tentacles swarming over every inch of her skin, diving into her ass and pussy to thrust in and out without restraint and even pressing her breasts together to thrust their monstrous lengths in between their softness. Under such stimulation the Paige's mind began to fracture, muffled moans sounding within minutes as she began to accept the beast's corrupted phalluses, an orgasm building in her body.

Though Lyre was brought to her climax well before Paige the smaller rogue did not break first. Even in the face of pleasure that was beginning to overwhelm them all her every orgasm was met with resistance that was slow to break down. Even though she could see her womanhood being stretched so much more than her sisters and feel the blinding pleasure that was every thrust to scrape over her g-spot she held tightly to her purity of mind, clawing her way to the surface again and again as each high of pleasure threatened to drown her mind. Even as a tentacle squirmed up her belly and tried to press against her lips her teeth remained tightly clenched, giving no sound to betray what she was being made to feel.