They came like a wave of misfortune from the shadows of the brush. Howling mad cries of inhuman lust, the flock of little beasties burst forth into the light of Roland's torch. His burning beacon illuminated their faces: pale, snarling things with rows of hideous, needle-like teeth and faces as varied as their skin colors. Some looked almost human in their mockery of mankind, their angular faces pulled back into leering grins and waggling, demonic tongues. Others clearly had been birthed from...
elsewhere
, their cow-heads and dog-like snouts protruding from their blazing eyes as they surged forward. Roland heard Kelsea inhale sharply.
"Gods..." She whispered.
"Get behind me!" Roland said, "Back to the tree. Stab any of the cunts who try to touch ya, yeah?" She didn't respond. "
Oi
!" He said, tearing his gaze for an instant from the onrushing creatures, "You listenin'?" Snapping to the present, Kelsea nodded, the Succubus backing her bum against the trunk of the oak and holding her dagger out with trembling hands. Roland cursed under his breath; he should have bought her a sword.
Unable to rectify the mistake, the mercenary instead swung his blade into the first creature who ran at him: a half-furred monstrosity with a cock longer than his legs and a face of uncertain but horrid origin. He sliced through it, cutting down the first intruder before it had a chance to leap at him. Unfortunately, it merely gave the second an opportunity to step within his guard. Flashing claws nearly an inch long, the red, gibbering creature leapt forward, moving with unnatural speed as it tried to claw at the threat, its dozen or so companions charging in hot pursuit. Sidestepping in an almost dancer-like motion, Roland overtopped the creature and slashed downwards, cutting it down nearly as quickly as the first.
His luck ran out soon after, however, the wolfish Imp that followed behind leaping up and latching its serrated jaws across his thigh, biting down hard and causing the red-maned maniac to scream in pain. He smashed the pommel of his blade down on the thing's head, it yelped and fell from his leg, his freedom of movement now severely impaired. Spotting several who ran past him, Roland turned to follow, only to be grabbed from behind by a further bunch of the little hellspawns. He heard a deathly hiss behind him and felt the sudden weight of humping legs against his calves. "Little
fuckers
!" He shouted, stabbing his sword down on one and plunging his torch atop another, causing it to cry out and drop him.
Kelsea rose her hand in front of herself, spitting a plume of blue balefire that engulfed the three Imps who had ignored Roland in pursuit of their true quarry. The blackness of the night exploded into sudden, hellish daylight as the full magnitude of the onslaught revealed itself. The beasts that were after her did not so much as slow down. For a terrible moment, the Succubus could see the glowing, hungry eyes of the three mismatched monsters as they bore down on her, the bottom dropping out of her stomach as she held out the dagger her lover had given her like a holy talisman of protection.
Roland fought like a man possessed; it wasn't enough. The deceptive strength of the misshapen brutes caused the man to stumble and trip to the ground. He felt grasping claws pulling at his pants, his teeth gritting as he tried to jab wildly at the unseen attackers at his trousers. The wolfish creature leapt atop his chest, baring its teeth as it began to jerk itself in front of his face, its knotted dog cock a red rocket in the low light. Tossing the torch to the side, Roland pulled his knife from his belt and drove it square into the thing's head. It fell off of him bonelessly, taking the weapon with it. Sitting up off his back, he swung blindly, causing the creatures doing their level best to rape him to shy away into the shadows beyond his toes. Cursing in pain, he pulled himself towards the torch, groping for it with his hand as his other wildly brandished his blade behind him.
As the first blue-skinned creature reached her, Kelsea tried to falteringly slash at it, bending down to swipe at the horse-legged monster as it ogled her with large, bulbous eyes. It leapt past her arm and up into her chest, driving her back against the tree. She went to stab the thing that began groping her still-uncovered breasts but felt the sudden weight of another Imp pulling her arm down, driving her hard onto the ground, the roots of the tree striking her painfully as she bent backwards against it. In a rush the third was at her legs, gripping her with clawed hands and forcefully spreading her thighs. Kelsea's eyes widened as she felt a sudden wave of arousal strike her. Even for a Succubus, it was no normal sense of carnal delight.
They made short work of her pants, removing them with an efficiency that was eerily reminiscent of her own talents with Roland. In seconds she was nude, the three holding her down with their ungodly strength as they flopped their multifaceted cocks across her body. The blue horse-morph bore a flared head that he shoved unceremoniously down her throat, parting her lips like they were nothing and pressing himself beyond. His hands went to her horns as though they'd been made for them, gripping her and forcing an immediate head-session from her lips. Simultaneously the red-skinned creature with a humanlike face opened its mouth and waggled its foot-long tongue, licking the overside of its own nubbed shaft as he pumped it against her belly. Kelsea found her eyes constantly drawn to the way he jerked, as though he were hypnotizing her with his meat. He gormlessly groped one of her tits, squeezing it and drawing the slightest drop of blood with his callous, clawed grip. The last, bird-faced Imp roughly slapped his third leg against her mound, as though he were a doctor flicking a needle against his finger. Soon enough he pressed his head against her crotch and began his injection. In spite of her fear, Kelsea felt a strange, overwhelming heat grasp her body, causing her to moan and push back against the intruders.
