She doesn't even get one of them

Nerra scrambled to her feet, back peddling desperately away from the hounds while trying to keep her pistol trained on them. As a sniper, however, she wasn’t known for her speed, and the hounds quickly closed the distance. One of them circled around behind her while the other weaved back and forth in front. Nerra pulled the trigger again and again, firing off round after round, but to no avail. She couldn’t help but think that maybe if she had stuck with her rifle she might’ve had better luck, but that hardly mattered now.

Nerra found herself surrounded, trapped between the two Rapi with no way out. Her only chance would be to somehow shoot both of them before they could get her, but that hadn’t been going very well so far. As the Hound in front of her raised its tentacle, the purple flesh swelling with cum, Nerra pulled the trigger on her pistol one last time, only to hear it give a quiet “click,” its lack of ammo definitively sealing her fate.

The Rapi behind her slammed into her back, knocking Nerra clean off her feet and roughly onto the rock of the cliff face. As Nerra slowly began to regain her senses, she became aware of two things. First was the feeling of the Hound Rapi behind her, standing on top of her and pinning her to the ground. Second was the feeling of her clothing melting away, followed quickly by the aphrodisiac Rapi cum seeping into her skin.