Against all odds

Without thinking you snatch a spear with both hands and hurry down the hall. You see a stand-in guard, but you knock him down with a single strike to his knee, and hurry past him. The next fares no better, and is soon on his back as well

The scene around you is no better than the rest of your home. There are six more thugs in the room, as well as Penelope and her mother, Jamila. The older woman is whimpering as she is dog-fucked over a pile of dresses, her own obviously taken from your mother´s wardrobe. Penelope is...

For her, these villains had reserved a far worse sport. They were circling her as she was **** by a mastif, your father´s beloved pet. She couldnt do anything but brace herself as the beast´s shaft repeatedly entered her, degrading her into a bitch.

"GET HER!" you are snapped back from your shock with the warcries of the mercenaries. You begin to evoke a spell to tilt things in your favor, but a sword thrust convice you to focus on the battle at hand.

Your enemies are strong, far stronger than you. But the room has piles and piles of garbage, for as long as you keep moving you are safe. You fight the battlelust, Penelope´s anguished cries, and try to keep fighting objectivelly. Shallow cuts, painful thrusts, but deftly avoiding anything vital.

You realize that more people are running in the direction of the room. Attracted by the sounds of fight, all the mercenaries must be coming here. You try to tell yourself it doesnt matter, that the room would still be too crowded for them all to fight, You barely have enough time to dodge a crossbow bolt.

Your enemies slowly back out, some on their feet, others crawling, as they realize they have you backed out. Penelope´s screams turn into a shocking howl of orgasm, causing a wave of laughter across the room

"So, the little dove returns home." A familiar voice, and to your utter shock it is the voice of High Summoner Phelanti! "I am sorry for your family and friends, but you see my apprentice had her eyes on a particularly powerful demon lord for her first calling. And, well, certain sacrifices were... required."

You see your "little sister" joining the crowd again. You are so close to hurling the spear into her treacherous heart. So very close. Penelope´s moans turned into a crescendo again, and as she screams you feel the ground quake. "It is done, she did it!" There is pride in the bastard´s voice

The bulky dog starts to gain volume, and bat wings spread from his back. Penelope's lucious body is raised as the demon assumes humanoid form, she is still pinned to the enlarging cock. Her front is covered in runes, she turns her mouth to lovingly kiss the profane creature coming to your realm.

All the mercenaries are aghast at what is going on. The high summoner is beaming with pride, while your little sister is slowly stroking him.

You feel the bolt grazing your face, and that is the time when you realized you were charging, screaming. You no longer feel the wooden shaft in your hands, you feel eldritch energies of mystical power. It is an impossible jump, but you know you can make it. You are holding Penelope in your arms.

She has the musky scent of sex all over her. You are holding her tight, and your tits are pressed together. Your feet are hanging free, you are inches from the ground. Her memories start flooding you, and you bathe in them, trying to find your childhood friend in all this madness.

Her descent into debauchery fills you with disgust. You look for it, but there is no excuse for this madness save lust. Lust for power, fame, but foremost simple carnal desire. She decided on the demonlord Uthor simply because she though the girl he was fucking in an illustration looked like you.

There was nothing else. There was no hope anymore, the proximity to the demon drained your power far more quickly than you imagined. There was just one last whim in your heart, and then you would surrender to whatever fate these beasts had for you. You looked deep in Penélope's spiteful eyes, and placed a light kiss in her forehead, sharing with her the memory of you two holding hands, gigling, happy.

And after that, you black out.