Age of Darkness - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Escape Plans

For two days, Martin had tracked the movements of the Abyssal Horde, certain that his beloved Helena would be found prisoner in their grasp. Luckily, such a large army had no way of hiding their passage, if they even cared to. The forces of darkness had taken over most of the known world already, leaving only Sunfire as the final bastion of the Light. The army Martin was following had little reason to hide.

He was taking a reluctant rest, knowing that as much as he wanted to push himself to exhaustion, doing so would make him next to useless when he did catch up with Helena's captors. He bit  into a piece of jerky, when a sudden high pitched scream broke the relative quiet of the night.

It was faint and distance, but had an all too familiar rhythmic quality to it. Martin stood, grabbing his sword, and frowned. The screaming was well off his path. A part of him wished to ignore it, and keep his quest to save his beloved. But how could he face her knowing he had left a poor woman to suffer without even trying to save her. With his mind made up, he headed in the direction of the screams.

The Olarite army's journey had been slow. Every few hours they stopped to gangrape their two exceptionally beautiful prisoners. Even when they weren't being brutally raped, Helena and Takara were being constantly molested with their well rounded tits roughly fondled, perfect arses squeezed hard and bodies pinched.

For Helena, her faith in the Light kept her from giving into despair. In the rare moments of peace they had, she did her best to comfort and sooth Takara. She gently stroked the half-demon's hair and rested her head on her full, round breasts. The paladin had managed to call upon the Light to surreptitiously heal the half-demon's torn wing, which would be key to their escape plans.

Feeling an ogre's hands grabbing her slender waist and pulling her away from Helena, Takara gave a sob of despair. The crying soon turned into a high pitched scream of pain as the brute rammed her with his thick cock, shoving between her smooth arsecheeks. Her breasts bounced wildly as the ogre pumped her from behind, her long sexy legs barely useful as the ogre held her up.

"Leave her alone, you bastards!" Helena screamed in helpless frustration. Then she felt herself being pulled back. She was held on her back and legs spread wide by several traitorous human men. She writhed and struggled, breasts shaking as one of them positioned himself between her legs. His cock pressed against her smooth cunt. Then he thrust forward, spearing her swollen pussy.

Helena threw her head back and screamed, "NOOOOO!"

She was held down by multiple hands and felt two mouths latch onto her tits, sucking hard on the huge, well rounded breasts as her rapist thrust into her. She turned her head to see Takara, crying and screaming as the ogre's cock raped her arse.

With one large, meaty hand, the ogre was squeezing and fondling the half-demon's large tits, delighting in their firm softness. He grinned as she sobbed in pain and despair. Faster, the ogre pumped Takara, and she knew he was close to cumming. She looked to her paladin friend, when the human male's ass flexed and he delivered his cum deep inside her. Then the male collapsed on her, enjoying her defeated sobs as his cock softened inside her.

The ogre stopped thrusting and gave a roar. Takara felt his cock pulse inside her as hot, thick cum spurted into her bowels. The brute then resumed fucking her ass. Takara cried and sobbed. Finally, he pulled his cock from her. She fell forward and landed on her hands and knees. Her gaping ass slowly closed as cum poured from within, splattering the ground between her knees.

She looked up, to see that Helena's rapists had stopped holding her arms and legs, thinking her defeated asnd compliant. The man moved away from between her legs, allowing room for the next in line. Seeing a chance, Takara enacted the plan.

Calling upon all of her energy, she spread her wings and launched herself forward. She grabbing Helena by her armpits and leapt into the sky, carrying the paladin.

"Fliers! After them!" The huge demon general shouted.

Several winged demons took to the sky. Fortunately for Takara, most of the winged demons had been killed during the siege of Sunfire, disintegrated in the pulse of holy energy that now protected that last bastion of the Light.

She was hugging Helena against her now, and looked at her beautiful companion, "I hope your faith is strong enough for part two of the plan!"

Helena nodded, holding on tight. Her arms were wrapped around Takara's waist. "You're only half-demon, so it won't kill you, but it will hurt; I'm sorry."

"Just do it!" Takara screamed, as the winged demons started to close in.

Helena closed her eyes, and prayed with an intense fervour. Her body started to glow with a holy light. Then the glow suddenly pulsed out in all directions. The flying demons following them screamed in pain as the holy energy rippled through their abyssal bodies. They clutched their heads and their wings crumpled as all of them cartwheeled from the sky. An array of dust clouds mushroomed along the ground as each of the dead demons impacted the the dirt.

Takara also screamed, as the holy light passed through her. She could barely hold Helena, but the paladin held firmly as they kept flying.

She kept flying until exhaustion threatened to drop her from the sky, only then landing deep in another part of the forest, as far from the Olarite army as possible. The two women tumbled together on the ground, sobbing in relief. Their sweaty breasts heaved, as they caught their breath.

"We did it!" Helena cried, hugging Takara, "We're-"

She was suddenly interrupted by the half-demon's soft lips pressed against hers. Helena froze, then found herself returning the kiss, reaching one hand up to gently squeeze Takara's breast, while her other hand reached grabbed a handful of her firm arsecheek. She felt Takara's hands returning the pleasure, as their tongues danced together in celebration of their freedom.

Getting closer to the screams, Martin drew his sword. He emerged into a large clearing, and paused, shocked and surprised at the sight before him. A tall, middle-aged man, wearing the partial armour of a paladin, was grunting as he thrust his cock into the hairless cunt of a female kobold. His hands were squeezing the plump green breasts.

The small, reptilian kobolds were known to be evil, visious and cunning but Martin felt himself stirred to pity. He had to admit, she was a very pretty kobold female.

Martin lifted his sword and commanded, "What are you doing to her?"

The paladin stopped moving, but not because of Martin. The man's hips jerked and he released his cum deep inside her kobold pussy. Only then did the paladin turn to look at the intrusion. First annoyed, but then grinned when recognized the sword of the Paladin Order.

He pulled out of the sobbing kobold female, but still had his hands clasping her breasts. "Hey, fellow Paladin! Greetings!" He looked down at the squirming, crying creature beneath him. "This? Just doing my duty. Punishing the wicked! You want a go? She could do with more corrective fucking..." He moved one hand to the kobold's hips and turned them slightly, then slapped her green ass.

Martin felt his cock stir a little at the sight of the cute, sexy green fucktoy, but shook his head. "This isn't right! She might be a kobold. But it doesn't mean she herself is evil. And even if she is, what you are doing is not right. Let her go!"

The older man sighed and stood up, letting the kobold female curl into a ball, sobbing and whimpering. He pulled up his trousers and grabbed his own sword, taking a step toward Martin.  "I see you've become corrupted in these dark times, sympathising with demon bitches like this one."

The paladin suddenly lunged, and Martin instantly found himself on the defensive. Age had not significantly slowed the older paladin, and his skill was, of course, far superior to the young squire. It was all Martin could do just to parry the onslaught of blows, finding himself forced backwards. He lost his footing and fell on his back.

Sneering, the corrupted paladin raised his sword to finish him off... then gasped and staggered. He turned to see the kobold female had stolen the dagger from his belt and drove it into the back of his thigh. Snarling, he knocked her away with a backhand, but the distraction was enough for Martin, who thrust upwards, driving his blade under the man's chin from below.

After the paladin collapsed, Martin pulled his sword free and cleaned the blade on the dead man's cloak before sheathing his sword. He turned to the female kobold, who was staring at him with a mix of fear and hope.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you." He then came to a decision. "Come with me. I promise to do my best to protect you." He gave her a kind smile, and held out a hand. The pretty female kobold suddenly threw herself into his arms, feeling safe.

Martin helped her walk back to his camp. He took the opportunity to grab her cute arsecheeks to support her as they walked. She didn't seem to protest, but snuggled deeper into his chest.

When they returned to his camp, he introduced himself. "I'm Martin. What's your name?"

A deep breat was her only answer. He looked down to see that she had fallen asleep in his arms. He lay down with her and wrapped his blanket around them both. He gently kissed the top of her smooth scaly head.

Contniued in Chapter 4