Nightfall

Part I

Darian walked through a misty forest, songs of kirlaka birds echoing in his ears. The knight peered at his surroundings, wondering how he had come to this place. He was dressed in gleaming armor, his blue and white heraldic colors borne on his shield. Darian's silver-bladed broad sword hung in its scabbard at his hip, swinging as his walked deeper and deeper into the dark, green forest.

He came to a clearing, the oak trees retreating from the path somewhat. A dark shape flew swiftly overhead; Darian quickly looked up to get a better view from behind his helm, but the shape disappeared.

"What is this place?" the blond Sestian Knight asked himself. "In the name of Fillia, why am I hear?" Darian performed the sign against dark spirits, his right hand running over his heart.

Suddenly, a dark-robed figure appeared on the path in front of Darian. The knight stopped in his tracks, his hand quickly darting to his sword.

"Who are you, neighbor?" asked Darian, trying to see what face existed in the darkness of the figure's hood.

The figure did not answer.

"I asked you who you were, friend." Darian scowled in annoyance. He edged his sword from its leather scabbard.

"I am everything you desire, knight," came a sultry, feminine voice from inside the hood. "I am that which you fear, yet cannot resist. I am Salissa of the Flesh."

The figure's robe began to dissolve into nothingness, revealing the most beautiful woman Darian had ever laid eyes upon. The woman's raven hair cascaded around her face, down to her shoulders, dancing around her full breasts, dark-tipped orbs...

Darian quickly closed his eyes, once again making the sign of protection over his heart. Lust was the second deadliest sin, the knight thought to himself, trying desperately to keep his eyes closed. Remain one with Fillia, Fillia demands adoration, I am strong, Fillia gives me Her strength and Her grace. The Sestian knight repeated his mantra over and over inside his mind, calming himself in the face of evil and decadence.

Darian could smell the woman's scent; he could hear her walking toward him. His pulled his sword from its scabbard and held it, point skyward, in front of himself as protection against the dark temptress. Suddenly he felt heat enveloping his loins, his penis engulfed, warm wet moisture caressing him, urging him...

Darian awoke with a start, sitting up and shuddering as reality claimed his consciousness. Cold sweat running down his face, he looked down to see his erection throbbing. Darian was horrified; what wicked creature had done this to him, he who had faithfully followed the chaste, reserved path of an honorable Knight of Sestia for eight years?

The temptress's words echoed in his mind.

"I am Salissa of the Flesh."

Darian jumped off his hard cot, pulled on his brown robe, and quickly left his cell to find the Abbot.

"The trees are so beautiful, aren't they, Alexis?" the teenage boy asked his sister as she loaded more branches into his outstretched arms.

"Yes, Liam, they are. Now put your chin on top of those branches so you don't drop them," commanded the older teenager, her dirty brown shift rustling as she bent to pick up more firewood.

Liam obediently rested his chin on the firewood and quietly waited for his older sister to load another bunch of branches into his arms. When Alexis didn't do so, Liam risked dropping the wood in order to lift up his head and see what was taking his sister so long.

Alexis stood slack-jawed as three dark-clad riders, sabers flashing in the midday sunlight, came galloping towards the siblings.

"Garendin! Run, Lex!" cried Liam, turning to flee. It was a mile and a half to their home in Haverton.

Alexis stood paralyzed with fear. These were the same race of half-goblins that had killed her older bother when she was eight years old.

Liam sprinted into the woods, forgetting to worry about his sister, who still had not moved. The riders drew up in front of her.

"So, my pretty one, what are you doing so far from home?" spoke the leader in its guttural accent as it climbed down form its horse. Garendin usually stood about six feet tall, had tusks jutting up from their brown lips, and were heavily muscled. This one in particular must have stood seven feet tall, a giant compared to the teenage human whom it was now approaching.

Alexis stood shaking, strands of her long brown hair falling in front of her wide-open eyes. The Garendin caressed the side of her head with its large brown hand, its claws pulling the hair away from the her face.

"I've had a long ride, my pretty one, and you are going to relax me," growled the goblin-like creature, lust gleaming in its dark eyes. The Garendin brought a single claw down across one strap of Alexis's shift, then the other; the dirty cloth fell to the ground, exposing the teenager's body. Her pert breasts were tipped by small pink nipples, and her smooth legs run down from a tight round ass.

Alexis still stood still in fright, even as the monster began to run its long, slimy tongue down to her left breast. The goblinoid's tongue left a trail of saliva from her neck to her nipple. The other two Garendin sat mounted, grinning and intermittently rubbing their crotches.

"Tear the human open, Barkash," grunted one in encouragement as it clutched at its own loins.

Barkash growled back and threw Alexis to the ground. Her head hit a smooth rock. Combined with her fear, the blow to her head left her dazed and vacant-minded. The Garendin leader removed his loincloth, revealing a large knobby cock. The long member was almost as thick as a man's wrist, hung straight down, and ended in a round, brownish-green head.

The goblinoid pried her smooth legs apart and began to drool at the sight of her patch of dark brown pubic hair. Barkash spit on his cock's dark head and tried to work Alexis's virgin slit open with his brown fingers. Alexis was so tight that Barkash could barely work one claw in to tear her hymen, which left his fingertip bloody. The Garendin considered loosening the human up with his fingers, but decided not to. He gripped his penis with one large hand and placed his lubricated cockhead against her virgin opening. He thrust his pelvis, violently impaling Alexis halfway upon his long, thick member. Her delicate flesh tore with his forceful lunge.

Alexis finally reacted. As her virgin slit was breached by Barkash's knobby penis. Alexis screamed, louder than she'd ever screamed in her short life. Barkash pulled his cock out until just the bloated mushroom head was left in her pussy, and then thrust it back in.

Alexis passed out, her head falling limply against the cold ground.

Barkash laughed and began to fuck the human female. He thrust in and out, reveling in the feel of her tight walls clenching his invading cock. Alexis's body bounced back and forth with the Garendin's motion, his long green-brown penis slamming into the tender area between her pale thighs.

Barkash couldn't take any more. He felt his cock expanding, threw his head back, and roared in triumph as his heavy testicles forced their load through his penis and into Alexis. Greenish-white semen exploded from his cock deep inside her. The monster's cock kept spurting twice more before becoming still. Barkash pulled his cum-covered penis from the human's tender womanhood. His thick semen gushed out from Alexis's nether lips and puddled beneath her. He wiped his wet cock on her small breasts, his green-sh white slime sticking to every spot it touched.

"Rak thrin kal'esh torandrim gor-Garendin!" cried the monster, invoking his magic to make the limp human his slave.

When Garendin ejaculated, their semen is a component of a spell that heightens the lust of the females. Thus Garendin had taken half of the continent of Lerastior - raping women, taking their new concubines back to their lairs, and slaughtering the menfolk when they angrily tried to retake their wives and daughters.

The Garendin had been slowed recently by the forces of the Alliance of Westbrook, but many feared that they would conquer the world, destroying the human way of life once and for all.

End of Part 1