Orc Bait - Chapter 3 - Part 3

Chapter 3 - Part 3

The sun continued to rise, I looked over at the castle and saw the first rays of light shining on its walls. The chill in the air still hung around, my wet hair clung to my face and was freezing. Soon some merchants started coming into the market square, those who wanted to get an early start to the day's trade. I could see them looking over at me, clad in only the red cape. They chattered amongst themselves. It was obvious I had been left here overnight, and what had happened to me. They soon stopped staring at me and went about unloading their hand cart and setting up their stalls.

Slowly more people came into the marketplace. The blanketing noise of the city started to pick up again as the new day began. I just wanted to lie flat on my back and sleep. I just wanted to get out of that fucking pillory. I dropped my head and stared blankly at the ground in front of me.

When I looked up again I saw Joan. The woman was looking at me with a horrified expression on her round wrinkled face. "What happened?!" I just looked at her, she stepped forward and stroked her hand gently through my wet hair, "You poor dear, were you left here all night unguarded? What the hell happened to Ardy?!"

"He said he fell asleep," I said bitterly.

A look of anger flashed across her face, "That useless, pathetic, idiotic ...worm! I'll give him what for. Was it that Sticky Gabbel and his good-for-nothing lackeys?"

It was a lot of men. "It doesn't matter." I told her.

"Pathetic, cowardly turds, abusing a helpless woman. They need have their cocks cut off and shoved up their ass!" Then she looked down at me sympathetically, "You poor thing. Is there anything I can do for you?"

I looked up at her, "Can you pick a lock?"

She shook her head slowly, "Hang in there dear, they will have to let you out of there today. This is inhuman...Are you worried about pregnancy?"

I slowly nodded my head.

"Well I may be able to help. I'll be back soon." She turned and walked away as Private Ludwich was entering the market square again. I saw her storm over toward him and start angrily accosting him. Ludwich seemed to be mostly just taking her abuse though, not defending himself too stoutly. Then she stormed away from him and he slowly walked over to me.

He had some folded up brown material in his hands. "I got you some clothes," he said as he stepped forward. It looked to be a simple brown dress. He got behind me and pulled it up over my legs and unwrapped his cape and pulled it around my torso before tying it up at the back. It was a little tight around my tender breasts, and I was sure my cleavage bulged out of the front of it. "Oh, I didn't realise the hemline was so high." I heard him say.

"How high is it?"

"Uh, it's not so bad." But I could feel the chill air on my thighs and crotch. The dress must have been quite short.

"Did you get me some underwear?"

"No, sorry." Oh great, I'm a public spectacle and he had got me a tight skimpy dress to wear, without any panties. "It seems that half the city's garrison has come down with food poisoning," he told me.

"Poisoning?!" It sent a chill through me. I remembered briefly seeing the mysterious woman last night. The woman I immediately thought was Aerowyn. Could it be?

"A lot of guards are violently ill, with diarrhoea and vomiting. It was why patrols were severely cut back last night. The King has thrown the entire kitchen staff into the dungeons. They're claiming that it was a shipment of contaminated fish. I don't know if my blacking out is related, I didn't eat any of the fish."

"Could it be a deliberate attack on the city? Perhaps by a mage proficient with poisons?"

"Why do you think it's a mage?"

I took a deep breath as he finished tying up my dress, "Just speculating."

"The King has his own powerful mages. I'm sure he'll be on top of it."

I had a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. What if the King wasn't the target? "When am I going to be let out of here? Haven't I been punished enough?"

He walked back around in front of me and looked down at me solemnly, "Sorry, that's not for me to say. I swear I'll do all I can to make sure no harm comes to you again though. I really am sorry for what you had to go through."

I was more worried about what would come if I stayed there.

"Is there anything else I can get you? Are you hungry?"

"No."

"I need to go and report for duty. I'll be around." He turned and walked away with his red cape bundled in his arm.

More merchants were coming into the marketplace and setting up their stalls. Carts were going around and workers were unloading crates and barrels. An ugly bearded man walked by, looking at me and grinning. Probably one of the pack who had raped me last night.

Soon Joan had returned to me. "Here luv, I have something for you." She held up a small blue potion bottle. "It's a morning-after potion. You won't have to worry about catching."

"Thank you Joan." She uncorked it and held it to my lips and I drank it down. It had a very strange tangy bitter taste, not very pleasant, and hard to swallow down with my unsettled stomach. But I drank it all.

I felt strange. My body started to tingle all over. I could particularly feel it in my sore ass. Then the constant soreness, stiffness and fatigue began to fade away. It was a feeling I was familiar with. The fog of fatigue lifted from my mind and I felt re-energised. I looked up at Joan with much brighter eyes. Even my back didn't hurt any more.

She smiled down at me, "Feeling better dear?"

"That's a healing and rejuvenation potion."

"As well as a morning-after potion, yes."

"Brews like that don't come cheap."

She shrugged, "Not normally, but I know someone."

"Thank you again, Joan. I owe you so much."

"Is there anything else I can do for you?"

I just shook my head.

"If they don't let you out of here today, I'll march to the castle and demand it of the King myself. I'll be around if you need me." She walked away and went about setting up her market stall. The sun was higher in the sky now and its rays were peaking over the city wall. Thank the gods for Joan Fretta, my ass and back weren't bothering me any more, and I felt awake again.

The morning moved on and the market was once again in full swing. Private Ludwich hadn't returned yet. I was attracting stares again and hushed chattering that was no doubt about me.

An ugly, pudgy woman in a brown frock came over and spat in my face, "Filthy whore!" She then turned and strode off. What the hell was her problem? Did she think I had any choice, locked up in those boards? I made an annoyed growl as the spit ran down my face.

Several men were looking my way and grinning. It was likely they were there last night, waiting in line to get a piece of me. That made me angry as well, that they can just go about their business, like nothing happened. I saw a dwarf with a bushy red beard who was deliberately not looking my way, and I wondered if it was Barris, or his friend who sodomized me. It was likely, there weren't a lot of dwarves about.

Then someone stepped up on the platform and grabbed my ass. "Hey!" I called out. I heard a laugh and then saw Sticky Gabbel walk around.

"It's okay sweetheart, it's only me," he said grinning. "I love yer new threads. Easy access to your fuck-holes." He took a bite of an apple he was holding.

"You got some nerve. I'll have you arrested, you rapist scumbag."

"Hehe, how's yer ass? Heard it got plenty of attention last night. Had everyone linin' up for the ride. Good thing I got in early."

I grit my teeth in anger as I glared at him.

"Dirty little slut like you would have loved it. I found out why you were so upset 'bout us taking yer armor. We took it to a fence, and when he was appraising it, he found out it had a little enchantment, didn't he?"

An enchantment? That was news to me.

"He had a scroll that cast Identify on it. Found out that it was an arousal charm. Dirty slut, you were going around in leathers that kept yer pussy soaking wet, weren't you?"

My mouth gaped. Oh my gods! Aerowyn! I thought the witch had cast something on me. It was my leathers the whole time. She had shown up after that night at Fort Nikes, after all the orcs were poisoned. She must have done it then. Damn, why didn't I think that it could have been my leathers?

"Got a decent price for it, I guess. That Prick is always lookin' to rip me off. He reckons the enchantment isn't much help for combat armor, but there's gotta be some frigid bitch who wants it, right?" He looked up, "Ah shit, gotta go Bow Girl. I hope yer still here tonight, Me and the lads'll fuck your dirty holes again." He reached under me and squeezed my right breast before disappearing.

Then I saw Private Ludwich walking through the market square toward me. His red cape was draped around his shoulders again. He stopped in front of me, "Is everything all right Rohme?"

I nodded, and he continued walking on.

Two young boys were running about and playing nearby, they looked to be around five or six years. One of them was carrying a small wooden sword. He ran up onto the platform and got behind me. He struck the back of my legs, "Take that, nasty bugbear!"

"Hey cut it out!" I called sternly as I kicked my leg. He just laughed and kept at it. His little friend came up and joined him. "You look like little goblins. It's quite easy to run a blade through a goblin's head, you know."

"You fought goblins?" asked the boy.

"I fought lots of things."

They stopped whacking me and came around in front to look at my face. "Have you ever fought a troll?" I had, unfortunately, I had been fucked by one as well.

"I killed a troll in the Longshank Mountains."

"All by yourself?" said the boy in wonderment.

"Liar! That's why she's in there, because she's a liar." said the other boy.

I ignored him, "No, not by myself. I killed it with my party."

"Your an adventurer? I'm an adventurer too! Did your party have a big strong warrior, like I'm gunna be?"

"Yes, his name was Strafe. Really big and strong, and you wouldn't find anyone more skilled with a broadsword."

"I'm gunna be a mighty wizard," said the other boy.

"You can't do any magic," said his friend.

"Shut up, yes I can!"

The boy looked back at me with his big blue eyes, "Tell us 'bout the time your party fought the troll...or I'll strike you down."

I let out a sigh, I didn't have anything better to do. "Okay...It was several years ago, when my party was up north, travelling through the mountain passes into Disternia..." The children sat down and listened with interest as I told the story. I did my best to tone down the sex and violence, despite their encouragement for more detail.

Another young man was walking by and stopped and listened. Then a couple came and stood within earshot. I just continued to tell my tale, with little embellishment. I just told it how I remembered it, and my audience was listening with interest. People looked over and wondered what was going on, they wandered over and stood around to listen to me talk.

"...My quiver was running out of arrows, most of them were stuck in the enraged beast. It's lumpy head looked like a porcupine. I took my time and lined up the shot, waiting for it to stop moving around so much. Finally I loosed my bow and the arrow struck its eye, making it let out a thunderous roar. Sierra cast entangle on the troll's feet and it came crashing down hard, causing the ground to shake. Strafe dodged its wildly swinging arm and raised his huge sword high before bringing it down, cleaving the monster's skull apart. Then the big swordsman collapsed to the ground. Cordelia rushed over to heal his badly wounded side. The troll's huge legs thrashed about wildly as it died."

"What's a porky-pine?" asked the boy.

"See, it was the big strong warrior who killed it," said the other.

"No, we all worked together to kill it." I said.

"It's all made up," said an old man standing nearby. "She's no adventurer, she looks like a trollop."

"Shut the hell up!" another man snapped. "That was great. Five stars."

"Tell us another story," said the boy sitting in front of me.

"Yeah, tell us another one," said a woman standing behind him.

"Seriously, when is the next one coming?" said an anonymous commenter.

I looked around at the small crowd of people. They were looking at me differently now. Not with disgust, or pity or morbid curiosity. I considered that getting a crowd on my side could be my means of getting out of there.

"Well, have you heard of the demon attacks on the city ten years ago?"

"Yeah," said the boy, "My Pa told me about it. They destroyed the cathedral."

"They destroyed lots of things. It was my party who put a stop to them." The people around me seemed to be listening with interest and I began telling the story. More and more people came over to listen. Private Ludwich came up while I was speaking and stood beside me. The crowd grew as I talked, as more people came over to see what was going on.

Eventually I finished my story. A man started clapping, soon others joined in, and I had the whole crowd applauding me. It was a strange feeling. The applause died down and the boy in front of me spoke up, "It was the wizard who saved the day that time, he sent them back to Hell."

"Idiot, it was the wizard who summoned them in the first place," said his friend. "It was her party who saved the day."

"They saved our city," said a woman. She snarled at Ludwich, "You should be ashamed, putting a hero like that in the pillory on some trumped up charge!"

"I'd let her out if I could," said Ludwich defensively. "It's the King's decree."

"To Hell with the god-damned King!" called out a man, and others cheered their agreement.

Then Joan came forward and offered me a drink of water from her cup, which I gladly accepted. "Those are nice stories dear." Something told me that she didn't believe them. For some reason, I think she had trouble seeing me as an adventurer. It didn't matter, I was glad to have her still watching out for me. I finished the water and thanked her. She walked off again, going back to her stall.

"Where is your party now?" asked the boy.

I let out a sigh, "They're dead."

"How did they die?"

I hesitated, that was the story that got me put into this pillory in the first place. The King had my books burned. It was the one story I wanted to put out there, but I guess I was forbidden to tell it.

"Yeah, how did they die?" asked another man.

I took a deep breath, did I really want to risk upsetting the King again? I considered for a moment, and then I thought, 'Fuck him!' I cleared my throat, "They died saving the realm."

I looked around and saw that I had their attention. "It all started around six years ago when we were travelling through the Degray riverlands to the west..."

I went on to tell the story from my book, including the details of how the King ignored Sierra's warnings, and how close the Kingdom came to being swallowed up in a tide of darkness. Was I making a huge mistake? Things couldn't get much worse for me...Could they?

"...It was a chaotic battle. We faced powerful mages and those powerful undead monsters. I was firing off arrows as fast as I could. Strafe was in amongst them, swinging his sword about like a madman and taking many critical wounds. Cordelia was struggling to heal him and keep him alive while fending off her own attacks. Sierra was blasting away at the high priestess, but she was too heavily shielded. We were fighting a losing battle, there would be no retreat, we had to stop them. Then Sierra started blasting away at the stone pillars in that grand chamber. Load bearing pillars. I soon joined her, shooting at them with my magical explosive arrows. The high priestess saw what we were doing and cried out in defiance. Then the ceiling started caving in on top of us. Great slabs of stone came falling down, crushing all those beneath it. I looked into Sierra's eyes as the rubble crashed down around us, she was eerily calm. And then darkness. I was trapped in a small pocket for several days before a team of dwarven relic hunters dug me out. I was the only survivor."

"Wow!" said the boy, looking at me wide-eyed.

Then the crowd was clapping again. Even louder this time. It had me feeling good, even better than when I was holding my book in my hands. This was a better way of getting the story out there. To the common people on the street, and not just those who were able to read and could buy the book.

"Why haven't we heard of this before?" I heard someone say.

"Those heroes should be honored."

"Let her out of there!"

The applause died down and then stopped, But I could still hear one person clapping. That person stepped forward, pushing through the crowd. I was shocked when I saw that it was a beautiful half-elf, with flowing red hair and mismatched green and hazel eyes, and wearing elaborate green mage robes. She had a devilish grin as looked into my eyes, "Great story, Rohme, I was riveted."

"Aerowyn!" was all I could manage to say.

She stepped onto the platform, pushing past the boys. "Wait, who are you?" asked Ludwich.

"I'm her girlfriend. We know each other intimately, don't we lover?"

"Stop her, she's dangerous." I told him.

"She's just kidding," said Aerowyn giggling. "Now how about a kiss? I missed you." She leant over and brought her face to mine. I could smell her exotic spicy aroma.

"I spared you!" I said desperately.

"So did I." She locked her lips onto mine and kissed me forcibly. My mind was reeling. What was she going to do? I was stuck in that pillory and at her mercy. I didn't have my ring of poison resistance, she could kill me with a single spell. I was scared, yet her lusty kiss stirred up some wild passions within me. I couldn't deny that I was attracted to the half-elf hotty. I kissed her back, rubbing my tongue against hers. I could feel the heat rise within me.

Then I could feel something else, a powerful tingling surge in my mouth, it had to be magic. I tried to pull away, but with my head stuck in the boards, I was unable to. Aerowyn stopped kissing, but kept her face close to mine. "What was that?!" I tried to say the words, but they didn't escape my lips.

"Yeah, my kissing leaves you speechless," whispered Aerowyn. "I had a premonition of you here in the pillory. I just had to come and see for myself."

"That's indecent!" called out an old woman behind her.

"Oh, you have no idea of what indecent is," giggled the half-elf, turning to the crowd.

"Rohme, do you want me to remove her?" asked Ludwich. I tried once again to warn him how dangerous she was, but I couldn't say anything. I couldn't make any sound at all. Aerowyn leant back on the boards, right between us, so he couldn't see me nodding my head strenuously.

"I absolutely adore dear Rohme," Aerowyn said, addressing the crowd of people. "Such a strong and brave hero, for sure. She's also a very kinky and perverted kurv with an insatiable appetite. Did she tell you the story of how she took out a whole horde of orcs by herself?" She looked down at me, "You don't mind if I tell the story for you, do you?"

I was unable to say anything.

Aerowyn looked down at the two boys, "Run along scamps, this story is for adults only."

"No, we wanna listen."

Then a middle aged woman stepped forward and got hold of their arms, "Come on boys, you have chores to do anyway." The children protested as they were dragged away. I was glad they were going, I didn't know what was going to happen here. I looked over at Ludwich and tried to get his attention, but he seemed fixated on the half-elf standing before me.

Aerowyn leaned back on the boards again and stroked her fingers through my hair. "So, it was up in the Fangrind Forest not that long ago. Rohme and I had killed a bunch of smelly orcs together at the ruins of Fort Nikes. Rohme's lusts were fired up, as usual, and she ripped her clothes off and had me eat out her hot pussy."

"I'm not listening to this filth!" said an old woman, storming off. A few others left too, while some murmured their displeasure, but stayed. Many men smiled and listened with interest.

"That's quite enough, Miss," said Ludwich, stepping toward her. She suddenly lunged at him and planted a kiss on his lips. The guard was shocked, as well as the crowd. She pulled away from him, and he seemed to be in a daze as he stared at her with a faint smile on his lips.

"Do you know what would make me really happy?" she said to him in a seductive voice. "A black rose. Would you go and find one for me?"

"Yes." Then he turned and walked off. I knew what had happened, she had just cast a charm spell on him. This was getting worse. I tried to yell out, but couldn't make a sound.

"Now where was I? ...Oh yes, with my head between Rohme's legs, lapping at her wet pussy. Mmm, she tastes good. As I serviced her, she told me that the orcs we killed were just an advance scout party. She said that there would be a whole horde following them. Then she had a plan; for me to cast a poison skin spell on her, and leave her tied up for the orcs to find. I thought it was crazy and tried to talk her out of it. 'It's too dangerous,' I said. 'What if they decide to kill you?' But she said that they wouldn't kill her, she's a hot bitch and they would just want to fuck her. She was getting really wet at the idea of being ravished by so many big strong orcs."

There was murmur going over the crowd, a lot of them were looking at me with shocked faces, they were believing Aerowyn's distorted perversion of the truth. My face was hot and I grit my teeth in anger. I couldn't even deny what she was saying. She smiled down at me, "You're getting wet right now as I tell the story, aren't you, my love?" She moved around behind me and I felt her hand rub up under my skirt and over my bare netherlips. "Ooh yeah, you're soaking wet!" I wasn't, but I could feel my pussy tingle as her delicate fingers rubbed around my folds.

Aerowyn continued, "I didn't want to leave her there as orc bait, all bound and helpless. But she insisted. She can be quite overbearing. I went through with it, and spent the long night worrying about her. When I returned in the morning I was shocked at what I saw. There were scores of dead orcs everywhere...so many. There were many dead goblins and wargs too...and one dead troll. Yes, there was another troll she killed, this one she had fucked to death. You loved that didn't you Rohme? Being filled up with that enormous troll cock?"

A potent surge of energy shot from her hand and into my quivering pussy. I caused my cunt to convulse wildly as I was suddenly hit with a powerful orgasm. I moaned loudly as my lower abdomen pulsed with intense pleasure and my legs went weak. I had been at the mercy of her pleasure surges before. I gasped for breath, my face was hot and flushed as I came down from the intense climax.

So many eyes were staring at me, their mouths agape. I realised I had made a sound again and tried to talk, but couldn't. It must have been a complex spell to allow me to moan but not form words. I tried to moan out the words, to warn everyone to get away, but it just sounded like, "Gaaaah...Awooooh!"

My pussy was soaking wet now, Aerowyn slipped a couple of fingers inside me and rubbed at the slippery hugging flesh as she continued, "I found Rohme lying in the ruins. She was absolutely covered in orc cum. Her cunny and bumhole were gaping. She had such a blissful satisfied smile on her face. She had me clean her up and heal her ravaged holes. Then she wanted me to eat her out again. I couldn't believe it, her appetite is insatiable!"

"Good Lord! is that true?" said someone in the crowd.

"I don't hear her denying it."

"That's disgusting!"

"Dirty orc-fucking slut!"

"Hey, don't judge her!" said Aerowyn. "She killed a whole horde of orcs, and a troll. They would have caused a lot of havoc if they had made their way down to the riverlands. So what if she had indulged her deviant perversions in doing so? She's still a hero."

"Just a filthy whore if you ask me," said an old man. My face was so hot, I had perspiration dripping off me. I was getting unwanted pleasure from her fingers thrusting up my wet tingling slit. Aerowyn wanted to humiliate me as much as possible, and she was doing a good job of it. I was helpless to do anything.

I could feel her slipping a third finger up into me and her other hand cupping one of my boobs. "You know what else she likes to do? I'm a bit embarrassed to say this, but Rohme here enjoys using dark magic to alter her body. She grows a big nasty cock and takes great pleasure in roughly sodomizing me. I'm really not into that rough stuff, but my cries and begging for her to stop just egg her on. It's horrible. But I still adore her, and want to please her, so I endure her sordid abuse."

There were more disgusted stares aimed my way. Some of the crowd were spitting at me and hurling abuse. I tried my hardest to talk, to tell them what a sick evil witch she was, but I could only let out moans as she vigorously fingered me. Her hand slipped back and then pushed forward into me again. This time she was penetrating me with her whole hand. I let out a loud moan as my cunt was stretched wide around the appendage. I heard her giggle as she forced her hand deep inside me.

"There are really no limits to her debauchery. She had a black mage summon a big tentacle demon from the depths of Hell. She took great pleasure in having the beast ravish her body with its many large tentacle cocks. Then she forced me endure the monster's merciless violations for many hours while she watched and played with her wet pussy."

"Is there anything you won't fuck? Thrice damned whore!" said a woman, before spitting on my face. Aerowyn's hand had clenched into a fist and it was slowly pushing and pulling inside my obscenely stretched cunt. I moaned and groaned loudly as the crowd continued to boo and abuse me.

Aerowyn continued talking as she fisted me, "And now she deliberately got herself put in the pillory, and had me keep the guards away so that crowds of strange men could have their way with her. This is really the kind of thing that gets her off." Her hand stopped groping my breast and the one in my pussy started thrusting back and forth faster. I thrashed my head about and moaned.

Her other hand started rubbing over my clit. The sensations were so intense. I was blocking out the riled up crowd in front of me. Then a powerful surge emanated from the fist buried up my clenching pussy, quickly followed by another surge into my clit. I threw my head back and screamed as my whole lower body throbbed wildly and waves of intense pleasure shot through me. It sent me into a daze and my legs shuddered and gave out. I couldn't stop myself from letting out a series of high pitched moans as I peaked.

The overpowering orgasm slowly subsided and I was left hot and gasping. Ever so slowly, Aerowyn pulled her fist back. My soaking wet pussy released its tight grip on the hand, and my juices spilt out after it. Aerowyn laughed, "Oh what fun!" She stepped around in front of me and wiped my juices all over my hot flushed face.

A big man came forward, "Dirty whore! I'll give you what you want, just like I did last night." He rubbed his erection through his pants. He quickly got behind me and I felt his cock rubbing over my wet pussy lips and then prodding around my ass. I groaned as it painfully opened up my little sphincter and pushed deep inside. He grabbed me tightly and started ploughing into my ass with deep hard thrusts.

Aerowyn was watching with delight. The crowd of onlookers seemed to be watching with morbid fascination as I was groaning and being bucked hard against the boards. The witch smiled as she reached into the pouch on her belt. She pulled out a scroll and took a deep breath. "Mmm, can you feel it, Rohme? Such raw power." I couldn't feel its power, but I felt a strong sense of foreboding as she undid the ribbon and unrolled the parchment.

I tried to cry out again, to warn the people around me, but it just sounded like loud strange moans. Aerowyn started reciting the ancient words that were written on the scroll. "What's she doing now?" I heard someone say. I was moaning loudly, trying to form words. The cock continued slamming painfully into my tight asshole.

As she read the incantation. I started to feel the magical power, like static electricity in the air. Surprised murmurs came from the crowd as they felt it too. A wall of flames rose up from the ground, making people scream and scamper out of the way. Aerowyn stopped reading the scroll and the flames took on a dark shape. Suddenly there was a large bulky form standing before me.

It was a roughly humoid, bestial form. Covered in jet black fur. It stood hunched over with a broad chest, long muscular arms and large hands with sharp claws. Its head was very similar to a wolf or warg with long pointed ears, glowing yellow eyes and a large wide snout full of sharp teeth. It looked to fit the description of a werewolf; a type of lychanthrope I had read about, but there was no doubt that this was a hell-spawned demonic form of the creature.

People were screaming and fleeing as the beast snorted and looked about. I felt the cock in my ass quickly pull out, as the rapist fled. The beast let out a loud growl and then lunged forward. It slashed its claws through the back of a fleeing man, who screamed loudly and fell as his blood sprayed through the air.

The demon ran after another fleeing woman, galloping on all fours. The woman screamed as it clamped its jaws down over her neck and shoulder. The beast shook its head violently and the sharp teeth ripped through her flesh. More blood splattered about as agonized screams filled the air. It released her and she fell limply to the ground as more blood spilt out of her gaping wounds.

There was plenty more panicked screaming around as the people cleared the area. The monster paced around the market square, growling louding. Aerowyn was just standing next to me watching. I was stunned.

Slowly the demon made its way back toward us, snorting and growling as it got closer. I could see the blood dripping from its snout. My heart was pounding in my chest.

Aerowyn didn't seem scared though, as it came and stood in front of her. "Ebrithil!" She said loudly. "Easy boy, easy." The beast just seemed to be regarding her with its glowing yellow eyes. Aerowyn stepped back and reached around rubbed her hand over my pussy. She stepped forward again and held her hand up to it. The beast brought its snout down and sniffed at her hand, "Yes, don't hurt this one, she's a good pliant bitch. Do you like her scent?"

The monster snorted and then slowly started walking around me, watching me with its intense eyes. I could see its long pink phallus sticking out from it dark beard of crotch hair. It was thick and veiny and very big, and didn't even appear to be fully erect.

The monster disappeared behind me and then I could feel its hot breath on my backside. "Oh good, he likes you," giggled Aerowyn. She leant down and brought her lips to mine and gave me a long kiss. A rough, wet tongue started rubbing over my backside and pussy.

Aerowyn pulled her lips away from mine, and took in a deep breath, seeming to take in my scent. "Have fun, Rohme. I'll see you at the ruins." Then she turned and started walking away from me, heading toward the castle.

The hot bestial tongue continued to lap at my pussy, and had it throbbing and tingling as my juices were flowing again. Then it stopped. The wooden platform groaned and creaked as it stepped up behind me. Oh shit! The monster was going to mount me!

I cried out as its big strong hands wrapped around my waist and got hold of me tightly. It growled as it shuffled forward, bringing its groin toward me. The spongy flesh soon started pressing up against my slippery skin. I groaned as the fleshy organ prodded into my slit. The beast growled and thrust forward, splitting my lips apart and entering me.

I moaned loudly as I was penetrated. The cock felt soft and spongy, but filled me completely, stretching out my wet tender walls. The beast let out a throaty growl as it thrust into me, driving its organ deeper. Its bristly fur brushed against my skin. It thrust again and went even deeper into my body. Then I could feel the organ expanding inside me, painfully stretching out my vaginal walls. The blunt tip pushed against the entrance of my womb.

The organ was expanding more and more at my entrance as a bulbous knot formed. I was being stretched to my limits. I threw my head back against the wooden boards and cried out in pain. It felt like the huge invader was going make me burst.

I continued to scream and moan as tears streamed down my face. The cock didn't just feel impossibly huge, it also felt very hot. It throbbed and pulsed wildly inside me. I could hear the demon grunting and growling loudly above me. Its sharp claws dug into me as it held me even tighter. The big mass throbbed with even more intensity and then there were strong gushing sensations deep within my body.

Hot wetness rapidly spread out inside me and it felt like I was being stretched out even further. The phallus continued to throb as I was filled with more cum, which couldn't escape past the big knot plugging up my violated orifice. I cried out some more as my weak legs gave out under me. The demon held me up and growled as its fleshy rod pulsed deep inside my body.

Then there came some shouting, "Kill the monster!" I heard an arrow slamming into flesh, a sound I was quite familiar with. The demon let out a mighty roar. It let go of me and tried to back up, but the bulging knot was unable to pull out of me. Our bodies were locked together. I was being pulled hard against the pillory boards and the beast was growling and squirming about. I was scared it was going to break my neck.

Another arrow shot into the beast and it let out another mighty roar. Then the monster suddenly lunged forward. I cried out in pain as I was pressed hard against the wooden boards. Then the boards splintered and broke apart. I let out a scream as I was carried forward with the beast. My hands were finally free and I instinctively reached back and grabbed a fistful of black fur.

The monster was running forward on all fours as I hung beneath it. I cried out in pain and fear as I was being bucked about with the big fleshy rod still wedged up inside me. The beast suddenly stopped and I was bucked forward. I heard a man screaming in front of me.

I needed to get free of the demon. I twisted my body around and grabbed onto some more shaggy hair. Then I managed to get my legs up and pressed them into the beast's hairy body. I pushed against it and cried out as intense sharp pain hit my mind. I gasped and pushed even harder. My pussy stretched open around the bulging knot. I let out and agonized scream as it stretched wider and wider until the knot suddenly slipped out. I went crashing to the hard ground as the beast scampered off again.

Hot cum gushed out from my aching cunt and spilled over the ground. I moaned loudly, a huge amount of pressure was released from my lower abdomen. My body hurt all over. I gasped for breath as I struggled to sit up again. I looked over and saw the torn bloody body of a guardsman lying on the ground in front of me. A quiver was at his hip and there was a longbow lying on the ground nearby.

I heard a scream ahead of me and looked to see another guardsman being ripped apart as the monster slashed wildly with its claws. Two more guardsmen ran toward it with their swords raised. Another stood back, firing arrows. The beast turned away from the critically wounded man and then lunged at the others.

I stopped watching, but could hear their frenzied screams as I struggled to get to my feet. My legs were shaky as I stood again. Streams of hot cum ran down my leg. Then I heard someone call out, "Rohme, are you all right?" I looked ahead and saw Joan. What the hell was she doing there? Several meters behind her I could see the monster growling and snarling with blood dripping from its snout and claws. Its big erect cock with its bulging knot at the base was still poking out in front of it.

I wanted to call out to Joan, to tell her to get away, but I could only let out a throaty groan.

The beast had killed all the guards and it started lumbering back toward us. I moaned loudly and waved my hands at Joan, pointing behind her. She turned and screamed as she saw the black monster bearing down on her. She darted off to the side and hid in one of the market stalls amongst a stack of large crates.

The demon reached the stall and was snarling and growling as it was slashing at the crates trying to get to her. I heard Joan crying out in fear. I darted over and snatched the bow off the ground and then knelt by the quiver at the dead guardsman's hip. I quickly notched an arrow, drew it back and lined up my shot.

I loosed the arrow and it struck the knot on the beast's penis. It threw its head back and let out a piercing howl as it staggered around. It turned to me and roared furiously. I could see the arrow stuck through its cock. I had another arrow notched and shot it into its neck.

The demon started lumbering toward me, running on all fours again. I aimed another arrow and waited for the right moment. I shot the arrow into a joint in the beast's leg and it roared loudly as it staggered and tumbled. It crashed right in front of me and I fell back as the arrows spilled out of the quiver.

The beast immediatly crawled at me. I could see its enraged face baring sharp fangs as it roared loudly. It raised a huge arm, getting ready to strike. I reflexively shot an arrow, and it went into the beast's hand. It let out another piercing howl as it shook its wounded hand about. It lunged at me, gnashing its jaws. I kicked at it and had my feet planted at the top and bottom of its snout. I felt along the ground for another arrow. The monster roared loudly. I managed to grab an arrow just before it lunged forward again, pushing me back along the ground. I quickly notched the arrow and aimed it down between my legs. The monster let out another thunderous roar, I loosed the arrow and it shot into the open mouth and lodged deep into its head.

The monster let out a gargled cry and its head slumped onto the ground. I quickly scrambled to my feet and seized another arrow off the ground. The huge hairy body was twitching about as I moved around in front of it again. I pulled the arrow back as far as I could and slammed it into the beast's head, between the eyes. I wasn't taking any chances.

The demon stopped moving and lay there limply, the damned thing was dead. There were several arrows sticking out from its black furry body and blood started pooling beneath it. I slumped over and caught my breath. Then Joan rushed over to me, "Rohme, are you okay? Rohme?"

I stood up straight again, stretching my back. I nodded at her. The adrenaline was wearing off and my body ached, my vagina hurt like hell. Warm cum still leaked out of me and ran down my leg.

Joan came and put her hand over my shoulder. She stared at me with wide eyes, "You really are a hero!" I smiled at her and then threw my arms around her and hugged her tightly.

Private Ludwich showed up behind us. He was clutching a small black flower, "Where did the beauty go? I have her rose."

Then three more city guards ran up to us. They looked over the dead demon, "You killed it!"

"We need to get to the castle, now!" I told them. Then I realised I had spoken again. The spell had worn off. We ran out from the deserted market square. I was barefooted and still shaky on my legs.

Soon the high grey walls were towering above us. We entered the castle grounds through the barbican. I immediately saw several dead castle guards lying about. I saw the white-haired, pale-skinned elf wizard from the audience chamber yesterday, he was examining the dead bodies. He looked up and saw me, but remained expressionless. "Oh, it's you."

"Where is she?" I asked, holding the bow in front of me.

"She's gone. Vanished."

"What happened here?"

I turned and saw the King storming out of the castle, flanked by four heavily armed knights. "Locien, What happened here? Who attacked us?"

"It was a mage," answered the wizard.

"A single mage attacked my castle? Did you kill him?"

"Her, and no, she got away."

The King looked over at me, "You?! What are you doing out?"

One of the city guards spoke up, "There was some sort of summoned wolf-demon in the market square, Your Grace. It killed several guardsmen, and then she killed it."

"A diversion," said the wizard. "I would wager she was responsible for the food poisoning too."

"For what? What did she do?" asked the King, I was very interested to know as well.

"She broke into one of the castle's storage vaults. We're still determining what she took."

"Who was it, who would so boldly attack my keep?"

The wizard looked over at me, "She knows."

The King looked at me expectantly and I spoke up, "Her name's Aerowyn, a mad half-elf witch."

"What did she want?"

"I don't know."

Then another castle guard came out of the keep carrying something. I saw that it was my pack. He stopped near us, "This pack had been rummaged though by the intruder. We haven't been able to determine what was taken.

"That belongs to you, doesn't it?" said the King.

"Yes, Your Grace."

He looked at the guard, "Empty it." The guard tipped the contents onto the ground. "What is missing? What did she take?"

I wondered what she would want to take from me as well. I looked over my possessions; Changes of underwear, a towel, first aid kit, hygiene kit, lockpicks, emergency rations, bedroll, hunting knives, whetstone, rope, a glowstone in its pouch...

"Well?" said the King impatiently.

"My book. Unless your men took it out to burn it with the others."

The king looked over at the guard who brought the pack out. He shook his head, "No Your Majesty, we did not remove anything from the pack."

"Why would she attack my castle just to steal your treasonous book?"

I remembered the last thing Aerowyn said to me--see you at the ruins. "She wanted the location of the ruins of the temple. My party's tomb."

"Why?"

The elf looked at him, "She seeks the artefact of power. Twin full moons will rise again in five days time. She seeks to complete the ritual that was stopped six years ago. Your kingdom is in great danger once again, Your Grace. This time you had better heed the warnings."

I was stunned, and gave him an incredulous look, "You...you believe me?! The book? Why the hell did you say nothing when I was being accused yesterday?"

He looked at me evenly, "Events had to run their course."

"Run their course?!" I clutched the bow in my hand as hot anger surged through me.

The elven wizard addressed the King again, "The witch needs to be stopped your grace, and it needs to be her." He nodded toward me.

"Why her?" asked the King sceptically.

"There are many reasons--Because she is an experienced ranger. Because she knows the way to the ruins. Because she will fight for justice. Because she has bested the witch before. But there is only one reason that matters--because it is her destiny."

The King let out a long sigh, "You haven't steered me wrong yet Locien. If you say this woman, this...hero, needs to stop the witch, then so be it."

I looked right into my King's eyes and did my best to keep my cool, "So you believe what was in my book to be true?"

"If Locien believes it, then I believe it. I...apologize for the inconvenience. I will see you generously compensated, and well equipped."

I grit my teeth, "Inconvenience?! Compensated?! Do you have any fucking idea what I went through out there?!"

One of the knights stepped forward, "Watch yourself ranger, you are addressing your King."

King Farquad approached me, "It's all right Ser Barclay. Your anger is understandable Miss Walker, but I need you. This is your chance to be the true hero you claim to be. You and your party once saved my Kingdom. I acknowledge that now. I will see your book published--perhaps with a few amendments. I will honour your companion's sacrifice. So will you go forth and vanquish this evil from the land in the name of your King?"

I looked into his eyes for a moment, my rage was boiling over. Then my fist slammed into the King's face and he was knocked off his feet. Before I knew it, a knight lunged forward and knocked me to the ground. A sharp blade was at my throat. The bow was snatched away from my hand.

King Farquad let out a pitiful cry as he sat up on the ground and clutched his face. I could feel the sharp blade press into my skin and didn't dare move. All four knights stood over me with their blades drawn. Finally the King managed to speak, "Nnaahh...get me my healer!That...that is punishable by death!"

"I would not advise that, Your Majesty." said Locien.

"But no one can get away with attacking their King. No one!"

"You need her. I would suggest the sentence she has already served will be adequate for that little digression."

"Little digression?!" exclaimed the King.

"Yes. Surely the great ruler of Acton can handle being hit by a woman."

The King grit his teeth and growled angrily. "Let her go. Give her equipment back and send her away." A knight offered his hand and helped him up. Then he stormed off, clutching his face, "Where's my fucking healer?!"

The blade was removed from my throat and the other knights backed away. I picked myself up off the ground. Forget that Asshole. The wizard regarded me cooly with his icy blue eyes.

I pictured Aerowyn in my mind, smiling and walking away, "See you at the ruins." Yes Aerowyn, you will. No second chances, no enjoying her hot little body--The witch had to die.

Continued in Chapter 4

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