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!
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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."
