Author's Note: Here's the first chapter of the Intruders' Arc. I apologize if I'm out of practice writing sex scenes, but I hope you enjoy my first time writing a gangbang scene!
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The main hallway had continued for quite a distance, Sashia had discovered, lined with several doors that had refused to open no matter how hard she'd pushed or pulled at them. After having cast a
Smite
on one door, to no effect, she had given up on the first few doors and simply continued walking. The strange glowing orbs embedded in the ceiling at certain intervals provided ample illumination, she'd noted early on, and so she had no trouble seeing where she was going even after dismissing her light orb. From what she could tell - which wasn't much, as architecture wasn't her strong suit - the hallway was carved out of the cliff itself, with no foreign materials used to create the smooth floor or walls.
It was actually rather boring, since after the first few doors there didn't seem to be any openings or side passages for quite a distance. The busty paladin was sure that she'd been walking for seven, maybe eight minutes, and she was already considering turning around and going back to where she and her party had split up if she didn't find anything soon.
She grimaced at the thought of giving up, especially since the passage didn't seem like it was about to end anytime soon, and the blonde decided to keep going for a few more minutes. After all, it was possible that there was something valuable at the end of the hallway and whoever had put it there was hoping that the long walk would discourage looters, she reasoned, and she was going to prove them wrong. Almost as if summoned by her thoughts, a door appeared to her left as she took two more steps, and this door looked promising, being made of a gleaming metal and showing no signs of rust on the hinges.
Sashia smiled, relieved that the Light seemed to have decided to favor her with some luck, and after she cautiously tested the door handle and felt the barrier open a crack, her smile widened. It took some effort to move the heavy weight of the iron door, but Sashia did it, slipping inside once the door was opened enough. The room was darker than the hallway, so she had to blink several times to adjust her vision. Abruptly, the door slammed behind her, causing her to jump and instinctively reach for the mace at her side. Ever so slowly, her hand still clenching the handle of the mace, her racing heartbeat began to slow back down, the adrenaline that the sudden scare had sent coursing through her gradually abating as her eyes further adjusted to the blackness of the room and her fast breathing began to slow.
Her breasts heaving beneath her heavy breastplate as she struggled to get her breathing back to normal, she cautiously began looking around, somehow
sensing
that she wasn't alone in the room. "Hello? If there's anyone there, please answer me." She called, infusing as much authority into her voice as she could...and then she heard something shift in the shadows. It wasn't the sound of a person's clothing or armor shifting as they moved, no, and after a moment of thought on why the noise had sounded so familiar, a look of horror crossed the paladin's face as she finally placed it. She had certainly heard it often enough when she hunted in the Wetlands that it would be familiar - it was the sound of scales rubbing together as a crocolisk or raptor shifted in preparation to pounce.
As she looked around cautiously for the source of the sound, out of the darkness appeared two glowing pink orbs, a softly vibrant color that seemed like a sweet balm to her wound nerves. They were eyes, she distantly realized as the orbs came closer, the scale-shifting sound reaching her ears as she looked up into a pair of eyes like pink sapphires. Her muscles unconsciously relaxed, her hand falling from the hilt of her mace as she fell further and further into the depths of those gorgeous eyes. It was like all her fears and worries just melted away and all that mattered anymore was the glowing eyes above her, shining out like beacons of hope in the darkness.
Something tugged on her belt, and while still looking into the glowing eyes and without thinking, she unbuckled her belt and let it - along with her weapons - fall to the ground with a clang. After all, why would she need weapons here? There was a soft, blissful smile on her lips, her entire world consumed by the pink sapphire-eyes, and she couldn't even remember why she'd come as a gust of warm, sweet-smelling breath washed over her face. She felt something seize her waist and lift her, dangling limply like a ragdoll, away from her fallen belt, and she didn't care. It could do whatever it wanted with her, as long as she could keep staring into those lovely orbs, and that was exactly what the owner of the eyes did.
Sashia was abruptly brought back to herself as she was being lowered to her back on the floor, the eyes that had hypnotized her vanishing for just a moment as whatever-it-was looked away, but that moment was long enough for her senses to come crashing back to her. She realized, a look of sheer horror replacing the bliss on her features, that her boots, pants, and underwear had been removed, as had her shield and the belt holding her mace, and there was something hot and scaly gripping her bare legs tightly.
The paladin screamed, thrashing wildly and calling desperately upon the Light to aid her, attempting to cast spell after spell, only to be met with failure. Luckily whatever was holding her hadn't expected its' prey to start struggling, and the grip on her legs loosened enough for her to tear the limbs free. She scrambled back, the sound of many, many scaled creatures in the darkness abruptly registering, and she screamed again as she desperately tried to find her mace. Whatever had bewitched her wasn't the only creature in the room, and she needed all the defenses that she could muster. The loose chainmail of her undershirt stung her round, firm buttocks as she flailed about on the floor in search of a weapon, but she ignored the sensation.
What she
couldn't
ignore, however, was the huge hand that suddenly shackled her left leg, dragging her back just as her fingers brushed the familiar, comforting handle of her weapon. And just like that, ripped away from her one hope, despair crashed down upon the buxom paladin. She sobbed, tears slowly flowing down her face as she mustered the strength for another scream, though she knew it was pointless; with how long she'd walked and how far away the others of her party likely were, there was no way that they would have been able to hear her, let along get to her in time to save her life.
This was it, she was going to die at the hands of something she couldn't even see, and with the despair weighing on her chest she would have laid back and accepted that were it not for her pride as a paladin of the Light. And so she kicked and screamed, lashing out with fists and feet as she struggled, and that was when she saw the one, two, three...
twelve
pairs of glowing pink eyes staring out of the darkness at her. The combined light enabled her to see the red-scaled dragonkin they belonged to, the humanoid drakonid towering over her and the faint pink shine giving her only faint glimpses of the creatures.
While she was shocked by the knowledge of what exactly she was trapped with, one of the drakonid grabbed her legs and flipped her over onto her back, another moving between her spread legs to prevent her from closing them. Two more of them moved in to hold down her arms, and she struggled uselessly against the drakonid's superior strength as the one between her legs gripped her hips and lifted her lower body off the ground. Her eyes widened, her blonde hair forming a halo around where her head still rested on the stone floor, and she yelled, "No, please don't!" as she felt
something
nudge the entrance to her most sacred of places. The drakonid preparing to rape her didn't listen, if it could even understand what she was staying, and the knowledge dawned on Sashia that if she hadn't returned to her senses she likely wouldn't have known or cared what was about to happen.
For a moment, she regretted losing the hypnotic effect of the drakonid's gaze, but then the