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Story Codes: Fantasy, Magic, Violence

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Ealaín

“Mmm, this cock is making me so hungry,” Antrevia purred, her black body dripping with my white cum. She stroked my clit-dick. I whimpered, my body burning, the silk webbing binding me feeling so good.

“Suck it,” I whimpered, lust fogging my mind. This wasn’t right. I shouldn’t be saying this but… But her hand felt so amazing.

“Mmm, but maybe I’m hungry for something else.” She rubbed the tip of my cock, sending pleasure shooting down to my pussy. My cunt clenched. My body whimpered, pulling on the silken strands holding me in place.

She loomed closer to me, her eyes boring into mine. Then she smiled. Her skin rippled again. Her body changing, growing grotesque. Her hand wrapped around my cock became hard, covered in spiny hairs. Mandibles burst out of her jaws while her eyes became faceted onyxes. Through the lust, revulsion swelled through me as the spider-thing loomed over me.

A part of me wanted to fuck it still. To ram my cock into her. Her mandibles opened as they surrounded my throat. I felt their sharp pricks. I shuddered, about to be penetrated in a new way. I whimpered.

I should fight.

Couldn’t.

Color exploded around us. A shimmering aura of dazzling hues assaulted my eyes. I gasped as the different colors blurred one over the other, rippling and undulating, swallowing each other and birthing new shades to spill around us.

The werespider jerked her head back.

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Kora Falk

I screamed out loud as my illusion danced around the monstrous thing. It pulled its head back as I charged forward. I swung the piece of wood I picked up and cracked it into the things head. The spidery, insectoid creature staggered beneath my blow.

Something inside of me, something ancient and visceral, snarled. The thing disgusted me. Its revolting, chitinous body had an oily gleam about it. Thick, spindly hairs thrust out from its body. I felt dirty just looking at it.

I screamed out, almost in a panic fear. I slammed the plank into it again, loving that crunching sound. The amulet bounced beneath my robe as I hammered my makeshift weapon down on the thing again and again. It raised narrow limbs. I swung with every ounce of energy I had. I had to smash this thing. It couldn’t exist.

A giant spider!

It collapsed to the ground as I hit it again and again. I couldn’t stop. My breasts heaved. Sweat fell off my face. Splinters bit into my palm. I battered this things head. I shattered its eye. It twitched and shuddered on the ground. My stomach churned. My throat grew hoarse from my scream. Ichor flew, smelling foul.

It twitched.

It gurgled.

The plank snapped. I stumbled, off-balanced by the change in weight. Sweat ran down my body. My chest heaved as I gulped air. My heart thundered. My stomach twisted and… I had crushed it. I had shattered its head.

“Kora,” Ealaín gasped, trembling,her girl-dick thrusting out before her. Webbing like a spider surrounded her.

The world swayed around me as the ecstatic fury fled me. I shivered, stumbling against her. The webs stuck to my wrist, holding me against her. I leaned against her, shaking, needing to be held. That thing was so disgusting. And the ogre was smashing up the building above. My family was in danger.

But… but… I saved one of them. “Ealaín!”

My body shook as the emotion spilled through me.

“I’m here,” she said. “You saved me. You poured out your emotions and created something visceral.”

“W-what?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she said. “It’s just… You’re inspired by your family, aren’t you?”

“Of course,” I said. I hugged her, not caring that the webs stuck me against her. “I love you, Ealaín. I don’t want you hurt. I want you protected. I want everyone protected. I want us all safe and… and…” I couldn’t speak. I pressed my face into her neck, wishing she could hug me back.

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Aingeal

As satisfying as it was to savage the ogre’s cock, it wasn’t killing the monster’s. Sven’s scimitar cut the brute’s hide, but it didn’t cut deeply. It kept fighting with the same brutal strength. It took one lucky blow to crush Sven’s body, to break Zanyia’s back. How much longer could we do this?

Ava ripped and pulled at the ogre’s cock, drawing its furry for now. Its fists hammered on my spirits shielding us. They surged around me, dancing, withstanding the blows. They were so powerful. The abjuration spirits were buckling.

Sven’s sword hacked at its hide, cutting it, but not killing it. The ogre was utterly focused on us, and it wasn’t enough. There was something else we needed. Something else that we had to do to defeat this brute.

Some way to pierce through its body and into its heart.

An idea came to me. “Ava!”

To be continued…

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