Crusade Gone Awry Finale Epilogue

This story is a work of fiction. Any connection to real events or people, past or present, is coincidental. All characters of this story are age 18 or older. All monsters depicted are fictional and based on mythology or folklore. There is no depiction of real animals in this story.

This chapter contains several erotic scenes!

First scene: M/F, rough sex, dirty talk, choking, breath play, fingering, leather fetish, and creampie,

Second scene: M/F, BBW, age gap, milf, cowgirl, dirty talk, unusual genitals, barbed penis, creampie, and impregnation

Third scene: M/F/F, threesome, large penis, animal genitals (both male and female), knotting, lesbianism, cunnilingis, large insertion (a penis and a head), creampie, suffocation, and squirting

Fourth scene: F/M/M/M, foursome, magic, mind control, cowgirl, oral sex, double blowjob, creampie, anal, double penetration, and cum-eating

Fifth scene: M/F, massage, lots of fingering, edging, teasing, orgasm denial, begging, and cuddling

Sixth scene: M/F, centaur sex, horse genitals, large dick, bondage, role play, horn as a dildo, oral sex, huge cum, cum eating, squirting, femdom, and sexual slavery.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! THANKS FOR ALL THE PATIENCE! SO LONG!

***

The cockatrice orgy was still in full swing as the sun fell. Many had already broken the men and were getting off on tormenting them. The night air was filled with groans and cries for mercy as the former soldiers were being brutally toyed with. Sitting in the center of it was Oren. Mirat had finished with him and now she rushed off to make sure they weren't being followed. This left the crusader all by his lonesome, looking bored among all the raucous fucking. At this point he was pretty numb to it. He then sensed a shadow hovering over him. He turned his head to see it was his wife and then resumed staring out into the desert.

"They aren't after us?" he asked, referring to the king's army.

"No," she replied. "I guess they aren't concerned with losing a few hundred."

Oren only scoffed, clearly unimpressed.

"I don't want you to overreact," Mirat told him.

"Overreact? To what?" Oren turned his head to see a massive snake monster slithering up nearby. "FUCK!" Oren briefly jumped and then winced, as if the small jump had given him pain.

"Good job!" Mirat said sarcastically. Oren glared at her but didn't say anything.

The last basilisk watched over the scene of the cockatrice orgy with some revulsion. It was unclear whether it was more than his usual level of disgust.

"Did it have to be humans?" he growled.

"Yes, father!" Mirat called up to him. "It HAD to be humans! When else is there going to be a large group of men that are just wandering the desert?"

More people began gathering around them. This time it was Kiro, the snake-like cockatrice friend of Mirat. She had one of the human soldiers by the neck with a rope. He also had a gag over his mouth and he looked exasperated.

"Oh, is that your husband?" Mirat asked.

"Not yet!" Kiro said with a smile. She tugged on the rope, causing the crusader to lurch a little. "I'm REALLY winding this one up! I want the moment he breaks to be reeeaaallly good! Might take weeks!" The soldier groaned, clearly having already been plenty terrorized.

"Try not to kill him, you sadist!" Oren whined. This earned a glare from the basilisk this time, one which Oren returned. Mirat quickly walked in between them, breaking their lines of sight.

"Looks like you're having fun," Mirat said.

"Certainly am!" Kiro replied, her snake-like tongue whipping out of her mouth.

As if the situation needed more people, two more approached. This time, however, the small cockatrice and her husband were holding hands. It was Sharae and a quite uncomfortable Holdin. The sight of his soldiers being tormented clearly bothered him, but he was in no position to stop it.

"Oh! Sharae!" Mirat cried excitedly. "You got him! I'm so happy for you!"

Sharae beamed with pride as she grabbed Holdin's arm. She then turned upwards towards Mirat's father.

"This is my new husband!" she cried happily. First noticing the giant monster, Holdin stiffened and went pale. The basilisk glared down at the human for a few moments. He studied the royal guard's large frame and sharp chin.

"Revolting, but he's certainly, better than some others," the monster growled, motioning towards Oren. Almost immediately Oren raised his arms and dropped his jaw.

"WHAT THE FU...!" he began shouting. With inhuman speed, Mirat's hand shot out and smacked her husband's mouth closed.

"I'm sure you'll make a great couple," Mirat said as Oren struggled against her grip uselessly. Sharae giggled happily. Kiro began sizing up Holdin. She cocked her eyebrow, an evil glimmer in her eye.

"Quite a man you got there!" she said. "Mind lending him to me for a while? I want my man here to watch someone else get pleased!"

Blindingly fast, Sharae let go of Holdin, spun around, and bared her claws.

"TOUCH HIM AND I WILL FUCKING RIP YOUR EYES OUT OF YOUR SKULL!!!!!!!!"

Everyone was instantly taken aback, including Holdin. Sharae continued to hiss and snarl at her friend, ready to fight to the death.

"Well!" Oren cried, actually sounding impressed. "Looks like someone's half basilisk after all!" Holdin glanced towards him and furrowed his brow.

"Why are you the only one sitting?" the royal guard asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," Oren replied in a low voice.

"Okay!" Mirat said loudly, holding her arms out widely. "Let's just...put some space between all of us! We've all had a long day! We'll decide what the boundaries are later!"

A split-second later, Sharae grabbed Holdin's hand and began dragging him away, still looking mad. Kiro shrugged sheepishly and began pulling her man in a different direction. Mirat turned to her father.

"You too!" she chided. "All you do is complain!" The basilisk snarled at her but turned and slithered away. The cockatrice let out a sigh, suddenly feeling tired.

"Wish you could tell him that more often..." Oren muttered. Mirat rolled her eyes.

"You need to stop doing that," she said.

"Stop what?"

"Picking fights."

"He already doesn't like me!"

"Yeah, because you assumed he wouldn't! He was a jerk to Holdin, but you didn't see that guy mouth off to a thirty-foot monster! You start out by believing people won't like you and then you antagonize them! You don't offer anyone anything but scorn! You're still doing it now! Our relationship was almost ruined because of it!"

Oren narrowed his eyes at his wife. "Assuming just saves time! This is just the way I am, and I thought you said you accepted me!"

Mirat leaned over so her face was close to his. "I do, and I will, but I would like for you to change a little. You can offer people more than just being an asshole and some good food. Stop picking fights with my father and insulting everyone."

"Why would I do that?"

The cockatrice narrowed her eyes at her husband. "Because I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant and I want our child to get along with her grandfather."

Oren's jaw dropped and he made a sound more common for birds. Mirat simply leaned back up and began walking away. Oren tried to speak two additional times, but nothing resembling words came out. Finally, he sighed like he was deflating and gazed out at the desert, not seeing or hearing the cockatrice orgy. Now what was he supposed to do?

*

Marshal Gantz, the one leading five-thousand troops to Tarbat, had arrived at his destination. The city gates were shut tight and there was no one at the walls, but he didn't believe it was unmanned. If he were defending the city, he would be hiding his people too. As his troops began setting up camp not too far away, he approached the gate, making sure to stay out of arrow range.

"COME OUT CITIZENS OF TARBAT!" he bellowed at the top of his lungs. "IF YOU OPEN THE GATES NOW AND ACCEPT SURRENDER YOU WILL BE SHOWN MERCY! IF YOU DEFY THE KING YOU WILL ALL FALL TO THE SWORD! ANSWER!"

He then impatiently waited for a response.

Over on the wall, however, a most ridiculous argument was taking place. The citizens did indeed line the walls, huddled low and armed with bow and arrow. Tmarshal was going to need a response. However...who should give that response...

"What do you mean you won't talk!?" Hamid hissed. He was facing down the stairs of the wall on his hands and knees. Halfway down said stairs was Adrum. Catarina was at his side with her arms crossed smugly, daring the doll mage to come down.

"I'm not in charge of this city," Adrum simply replied. "I never was. My only job was to keep the citizens fed and protected. I've done that and I have nothing more to do."

"What the hell kind of logic is that!?" Hamid demanded. "You put this whole thing together! We're following your lead!"

"I have given you the tools to defend yourself," the ancient man. "It's up to you to use them wisely."

"You're trying to impart fatherly wisdom NOW!? Have you lost your mind!? Look, I know I teased you a bit, but this going to too far!"

"If you don't want to be in charge, find someone else."

"What, are we supposed to hold an election at the damn wall!?"

Now it was Adrum that crossed his arms, looking annoyed. "Children need to fly on their own eventually, and you're all children to me. It's time to learn to defend yourself. The Demon Queen ordered to take the leader of that army alive, so be sure to do that."

If Hamid could have given a more deadly glare, he didn't know how. Of all times for Adrum to be old and stubborn, it had to be with the enemy at the gates. Finally giving up, the doll mage scuttled from the stairs and back to the ramparts. Catarina leaned over to Adrum.

"You seriously going to let them handle it?" she asked.

Adrum sighed. "I don't want to rule this city. If anything, I just want to live on the beach."

"With me?" Catarina asked, batting her eyelashes at him. Adrum cleared his throat in discomfort and didn't respond to the question.

"They've been feuding like children for generations. I've had to step in time and time again. They need to figure out how to live with each other."

"And this is the best time?"

"It's the only time."

Catarina shrugged. "Alight, but if this goes sideways, I'm going to make you carry me out of here like a princess."

Hamid squatted by the ramparts, his brow knitted together. He was smoldering with rage but knew it wouldn't help. Someone shuffled their way over to him. It was Hestia, who was snarling and showing her bat-like teeth.

"What do we do?" she demanded.

"Adrum is being petulant!" Hamid barked.

"Well, that doesn't help us now!" she hissed back.

"ANSWER ME NOW!!!" Marshal Gantz shouted from over the wall.

"Hey, you're kind of in charge around here!" Hamid said. "Why don't you take this one?"

"I run the BAR!" Hestia shrieked. "How does that put me in charge!?"

Hamid leaned his head back and groaned very loudly. He couldn't believe this! He hoped someday Adrum would get put in his place! The doll mage took a deep breath and stood up.

"Yeah!" he shouted to the marshal below. "Um! That's going to be a no from us! Thank you!"

"Seriously!?" Hestia hissed at him. He glanced down at her.

"You want to fucking do this!?" he barked at her.

"Be warned people of Tarbat!" Marshal Gantz shouted back. "The king's wrath will be swift and brutal! All of you will be put to the sword! All of your children will be thrown from the walls! None shall escape the punishment you deserve!"

Hamid glanced back and forth a moment, sweating. "Uh...yeah! That's still a no! Good luck!" He then dropped back down below the wall. "I swear I'm going to make Adrum pay."

Marshal Gantz stomped his foot and snarled. Ignorant yokels! He wouldn't even be here if they could simply cooperate! It was always something with King Hensley. They didn't even need this city at the moment, yet they were diverting important forces here. He had to deal with this as quickly as possible. As soon as they built the siege towers, they would take that city and burn it to the ground. The marshal whirled around and stomped away. At least he could let his rage out on these people.

Back over the wall, Hamid was holding out his hand. His fingers were dancing, as if he were pulling a puppet's strings. Effectively, that's what he was doing.

"Are they in position yet?" Hestia demanded.

"Not yet," Hamid replied. "I'm moving them without looking, it's exceedingly difficult."

"Well, how long will it be?" the barmaid demanded.

"Maybe midnight."

"Maybe?"

Hamid flashed her a glare. "You want to fucking do this instead of me?" Hesta only scoffed and turned away from him. They had to get the people of the city ready anyway, she supposed. The fact that Hamid was seemingly in charge of this was the most galling thing of all, considering who he was. Still, he was the one with the extra army. She couldn't complain.

"Midnight," Hesta said. "We'll all be ready."

"Alright, let me work," Hamid replied. He continued to move his fingers. He hadn't actually done this before, so he hoped he was doing it right. Otherwise, they were all going to die at midnight, rather than win.

*

As night fell, Marcus called all his remaining crusaders to his side. They stood on the crest of a dune, overlooking the monster army below. For quite a long time, longer than some of them were comfortable with, they simply stood in the moonlight. Finally, the colonel let out a sigh and turned back to his soldiers.

"It looks like the Demon Queen's army will march out tomorrow," Marcus replied. "I take it you will all be going with them?"

"I mean, some of us don't have a choice..." Oren grumbled. Then he flinched, realizing he was being a dick again. He groaned and turned his gaze out into the desert.

"I think we'll all be going," Talia said. Eliza's head snapped around towards her.

"All of...us?" the redhead asked.

"Yes!" Talia complained. Eliza fidgeted nervously, as if she wanted to say something.

"I cannot guarantee your safety," the colonel continued. "If the Demon Queen's army loses, they will all likely be killed. If we are found, they will also kill us as well for consorting. It will be a dangerous day."

"Talia!" Eliza whispered. "You can't!"

"Shut-up!" Talia hissed. "Renard will be there! I'm going to be there!"

"But...!"

Marcus either didn't hear them or didn't care. He simply continued talking. "I know we've been through a lot. I have one more order to give before we set out, and I want you all to know it before the morning..."

Eliza's eyes darted back and forth, sweating profusely. If tomorrow was truly that dangerous then Talia...she couldn't!

Lieutenant Bevens took a big breath, stepped away from Talia, and pointed.

"She can't go! She's pregnant!" the redhead shrieked. Everyone stopped and turned towards the pair, eyes wide. Talia had death in her eyes as she glared at Lieutenant Bevens.

"Eliza, I'll kill you!" Talia screamed.

"You can't go!" Eliza replied. "You wouldn't be going alone! And if you died, what would we tell Renard? It wasn't just you that died, but also his child!?"

Talia grit her teeth and turned her head back to Colonel Lionheart. She found him to be staring at her with a hard, cold expression.

"Is it true Captain Fenner?" he asked. "Are you pregnant?"

Talia shuffled uncomfortably as she blushed a little, glancing down at the sand.

"Yes," she said lowly. "I haven't had my period in months and that hellhound could smell that I had a child."

Marcus sighed and briefly rubbed his hand through his hair. It was one thing after another, wasn't it?

"In that case," the colonel began. "I actually have two orders to give. First, Talia you are hereby stripped of your rank and service." The former captain's head shot up.

"What!?" she shouted.

"Seize her sword and armor," Marcus ordered. Before Talia could respond, the two closest crusaders to her, Eliza and Tay, seized her arms. Sam then marched forward, grabbing her blade and undoing her armor against her will.

"Let me go! LET ME GO!!!" Talia screamed. Tay then wrapped her in a full nelson so she would stop thrashing. The only remaining crusader, Oren, casually back away, apparently not wanting to be a part of this. Despite her fighting, both her sword and her remaining armor were removed. The rest she had abandoned in the sand while escaping from the assassin weevils. In a matter of moments, all her equipment was gone and everyone backed away.

"You can't do this!" she screamed at the colonel. Marcus cocked his eyebrow.

"Is that so?" he demanded. "What happens to women in the church's army if they get pregnant?"

Talia's mouth opened but she said nothing. If women get pregnant while in service to the church...they were stripped of their rank and their service was revoked. They were essentially kicked out of the army, which was what had just happened.

"I am following the dictates of the church," Marcus said. "Talia, you are now a civilian and will remain at the settlement."

"You can't stop me!" she shouted.

"True, but the Demon Queen can. Her servants will tie you down if they have to. The battlefield is no place for a pregnant woman, least of all a human woman. Both you and I know that. The only person who should tell Renard that he's going to be a father is you, and you alone. You can't do that if you're dead."

Talia was red in the face but said nothing. She spat in the direction of Eliza and quickly stomped away, furious.

"You did the right thing," Tay said towards Eliza. The redhead nodded but was clearly deeply saddened. Talia would never forgive her.

"Well, now that only soldiers are left," Marcus continued. "I have one more order to give. As of now, I hereby disband this army."

There were several seconds of silence as everyone stared at Marcus in shock. It was Oren that spoke first.

"The fuck was that about then?" he demanded, pointing in the direction of Talia.

"Shut-up for a second!" Sam barked at Oren. He turned back to Marcus. "What do you mean?"

"You are now free citizens, just like Talia," the former colonel explained. "I only had to strip her because I was informed before I gave the order. All the same, I will make sure she stays behind. I can't exactly tell you why I am doing this, other than to say you all deserve your freedom. I will not order you anymore. If you accompany me tomorrow, and the Demon Queen wins, I will be able to show you exactly why. You must know, however, that it will be something none of you want to hear. It will change everything you ever knew and believed. However, it is up to you. If you want to leave and never come back, you have the freedom to do so."

After a few moments of silence, everyone else turned to Oren for obvious reasons. He glanced between them, his brow furrowed.

"What!?" he demanded. "Oh, because I have a bad attitude you think I'm just gonna flee into the desert the first chance I get? I couldn't run if I wanted to! I'm bound to Mirat! I have to go you lot of ..." Oren then clamped his mouth shut and cut his face to the side. "Dammit!" This was harder than he thought.

None of the other crusaders responded, they simply turned back to Marcus, still baffled. The former colonel simply shook his head.

"We'll meet tomorrow morning at the Demon Queen's tent," he said. "If you don't come, I'll understand. You're all free." He then marched away, not saying another word. All of the other crusaders lingered, clearly disturbed. No one seemed to know what to say. Once again, it was Oren who recovered first.

"Okay, I know this is going to sound like I'm being a sarcastic asshole," he began. "but I assure you I'm being serious. How does...one be a normal human?"

"What!?" Eliza asked.

"Like, how do you not smart off? Not bite back at people? Not be rude? I just can't understand why you wouldn't, considering the situation we're in. How do you guys not be angry all the time?"