The Demonic Horde (PM for Invite)

[wintersfanatic]

Kalisa couldn't believe it was really happening. Not long after the gates protecting the the city had fallen, the young priestess was ushered out of her chambers by a pair of armed sentries, and the fierce Elvish warriors assured her that she, and the spirit of the goddess within her, would be safe. Although she smiled warmly at them, the idea that they might be hurt pained her deeply.

"Please, go inside."

Kalisa nodded her head and walked inside, and once the massive set of doors closed behind her, a brief flash of light told her that protective wards had been put up to ensure that not a single member of the demonic horde would be able to break through.

Since there weren't any windows, Kalisa could only imagine what was going on outside. She went to sit down on the floor, and she began praying for strength and guidance.

A few hours had passed when Kalisa's deep meditation was interrupted, and she turned her attention towards the doors. Whatever was banging on them was clearly a powerful enemy. As the protective wards guarding her room began to fail, Kalisa knew that the guards outside were likely dead.

The curvaceous priestess looked around the room, but there was nothing for her to use to possibly defend herself. She had just climbed up onto feet when the doors to her room were thrown open, and her green eyes opened wide with terror at the sight of the blue behemoth that lumbered in after her.

For the first time in her life, the young female was truly afraid.

At first she couldn't look away from his hungry red eyes, but as she took a few steps back she also took in the rest of his grotesque appearance. The hulking brute was entirely naked, and every muscle in his body was ripped and covered in veins.

Kalisa's eyes widened at the sight of his massive cock, which seemed almost as long, and as thick, as one of her legs. She watched him take it into one of his powerful hands, and the mushroom-shaped tip left a nasty trail of pre-cum as it jerked up towards her.

It was clear that this monster was created to serve one purpose in life: raping and breeding young women.

When it reached out to grab her arm, Kalisa shrieked in protest.

 

[LitShark]

The city was in flames by the afternoon and the palace was breached before dusk. Outside, the shrieks of harpies and screams of the dying mortals were incessant, as Lord Rhaz walked amongst the bodies strewn about the throne room, working with the vanguard elite to finish off those who were wounded but not yet dead. The battle was over, but the war was not yet won.

“Any word on the Priestess?” Rhaz inquired of one of his scouts returning from a preliminary sweep of the palace.

“Not yet, my Lord, but we did find a hidden section of the palace, heavily guarded still. We think it might be a safe room of some sort,” the lead scout reported dutifully.

“Good work. Send a few from the van to go clear out the guards. Have them bring Mongo with them, in case the Priestess is inside. I want to welcome her properly to her new role. While they work on dragging her out, I want you to round up all the living hostages. Bring them in here. I want them to watch as their precious living Goddess is broken before their eyes.”

Hearts and minds.

It was a small thing for an army as immense and powerful as Rhaz’s to crush the military might of a nation such as this—they were staging for a much longer campaign, but the will of a people was a much more complicated target. So long as they were suffused with hope and faith (as these people seemed to all possess in abundance), a people would not be ruled. Crush the faith—profane their sacred relics and expose the hollow superstitions, then these people would be his people and he could use this land as his seat of power to conquer the rest of the land.

“Let’s not be gentle with her.”

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The guards outside the safe room fought valiantly, clearly driven by their belief that they could protect the priestess and preserve something of their lives—but they were badly outnumbered and outmatched by the hulking Ogre Behemoth that was Mongo. The first guard fell when his blade strike failed to break the ogre’s skin and his body was broken between the stone wall and Mongo’s massive blue fist. He fell to the ground like a bag of broken glass.

The other guard fought like a man possessed, wounding two of the well-armored and battle-hardened Vanguard Elite before he exposed his back to one of the other three still fighting. The broadsword slipped between his ribs smoothly, he was dead before he hit the ground.

The wounded were helped back to the rest of the company while Mongo and the Vanguard Captain were left with the dead bodies, each laying in an expanding pool of blood. It didn’t take the Captain long to decide that it was no use trying to open the door by conventional methods, so he let Mongo do what he did best.

The ogre was often useful at toppling fortress walls, given his size and strength, but even for Mongo, this door was a trial. The hulking brute heaved himself into the door hard enough to make dust fall free of the walls, but it didn’t budge. Clearly the door was reinforced by some arcane magic, holding the wood and hinges together. A few more strong hits from Mongo, however, were sufficient to break the stones that held the hinges, and at last, the final shoulder blow collapsed the entire door inward.

The Captain saw the Priestess inside, and smiled, glad that the scouts had been correct in their assumption that the object of their search was indeed behind that door.

“Have fun, big guy. I’m going back to make my report,” Captain Klor remarked, patting Mongo on the back, “you’ve earned a little reward.”

Mongo didn’t answer, barely capable of understanding, much less replicating human speech—but he could see that the human before him was female and he wanted to breed with her. The humans, though not nearly as strong or formidable as the orcs or ogres, were visually, much more pleasant to look at.

The female screamed when Mongo approached her, but he was undeterred by her screams. Mongo scooped the young, bust blonde up in one massive hand, with his other wrapped around his cock. His fingers almost completely encircled her waist, as her large mothering sacks floated weightless for a moment on her chest. She must have been in season, because the human wore almost no clothing over her reproductive places, Mongo tore her naked from the waist down with one finger before grasping his hard cock again. His thumb pressed down on her stomach as he slid her down onto the massive head of his huge blue cock.

It was a tough fit, but Mongo was very motivated. He pushed with his arm, forcing his thick, hard cock between her resisting thighs and managed—at last, to force the head inside of the smaller being. He took a moment to admire his handiwork, examining the massive length that remained outside of her body. He grunted out loud as he changed grips, grabbing one of her thighs in each massive hand. He grunted again, each time he tugged with his arms, forcibly dragging the Priestess’ body down lower on his shaft.

“Oooh! Ooohh! Oooooohhhh!”

 

[wintersfanatic]

There wasn't any way for Kalisa to escape without going through the monstrous horde that had sacked her castle, and the giant ogre in front of her had closed in her and had reached out to her body with one powerful hand. The young female was easily picked up, her arms and legs dangling for a brief moment before she was pulled closer to the creature's body. Despite her loud protests, and fierce squirming, the blue-skinned beast seemed intent on having her.

Kalisa's panties were easily torn away from her body, revealing a hairless mound and tight pink lips.

Considering the size of her pussy compared to the monster's cock... there was no way that it would fit.

Kalisa's eyes, which were wet with tears, had opened wide with alarm as Mongo began pushing the head of his cock against her pussy. More tears began streaming down her face as her pussy was ripped open, though once the head was inside she practically froze as pain unlike anything she had ever experienced before sharply coursed through her body.

The young priestess twitched and jerked as she felt the monstrous head of his cock push inside... threatening to defile her further.

"Hnn... Ahh!"

It hurts.

It hurts.

Eventually Kalisa found her voice again, and her screams of pain echoed throughout the halls. Her body was unable to properly lubricate itself as it was being raped, though more and more of the monster's shaft had started to sink inside of her as he forced her body into a much more accommodating position. A nasty bulge formed to show where Mongol's cock was pushing, and Kalisa couldn't shake the feeling that she was being ripped apart.

 

[LitShark]

Mongo grunted and snarled as the young mortal writhed and cried out within his grasp. Her skin was soft and supple, pressing inward wherever he touched her and moving when even gently bidden by his forceful grasp. It impressed him how different this human woman was—even from human men, their races identical, but their forms whole and unique in their disparity.

The physics of Mongo and this woman together were also a study in disparate proportions, as he slid her onto his cock with a similar stroke to the way that sock are slid onto human feet. He had pulled her down as far as she could readily go and was only halfway down the mass of his big, blue unit. She was warm inside, which caused Mongo’s cock to swell and jerk with the infusion of more blood at the sensation of warm softness around his cock, and then he seethed from the tightly wrapped head what would have been a fist-sized bead of precum, yet instead of beading, it spread out swiftly to conform around Mongo’s cock and the Priestess’ tight pussy.

With a little more lubrication added to the equation, Mongo repositioned his hands to cradle her body and resumed moving his hips, which he had ceased for a while. One hand was wrapped around her hips, below the soft orbs of her supple ass, with his thumb pressing just above her clit and his other fingers draped across her opposite hip. His other hand had moved up the small of her back to gently grip the impossibly soft braid of golden hair down her back.

Mongo was discovering that he could force himself deeper inside this enchanting creature if he pulled out farther before plunging himself back inside—after a few deep strokes he felt himself surpass some type of barrier and find a deeper part of her, causing her stomach to bulge outward at the end of his stroke, just above his thumb.

Drool was sliding past Mongo’s sharp, distended fangs, dripping down the center contour of the Priestess’ body to further lubricate the place where their bodies were joined. The hand gripping the priestess’ long braid relaxed along her shoulders and he pulled her body against his chest, heaving her up and down his shaft again and again as her obscene mothering sacks pressed against his muscular, blue chest.

“Hungh! Hungh! Hoooagh!!” Mongo was grunting as he repeatedly impaled the smaller female on his cock again and again. “Hurunnngghh!”