Dew's Fight

Being pressed against the cold rocks, with the monster's thick, bulbous cock pressed against her belly, Dew was very aware of the situation she was in. She was not looking foward to on her back with her legs sprayed, begging the creature to fuck her harder much like the villager had. However, despite her struggles, the creature was far stronger than her, and was slowly winning the strength battle that was keeping the poisenous barbs from impaling her soft flesh. After that? An entirely different sort of impaling altogether.

She was aware of the others were in similiar danger, but as it stood she was in no position to help. In fact, out of the three, she was likely in the worst situation. She had no armor on, she was pinned, and her robes were already well hiked up past her waist. Still, she struggled and fought, and while her muscles slowly failed her, she was casting a spell under her breath. She had to get this creature off of her, and very quickly.