Rage

Oh, sh-

"Forget the pussy; I'm taking this bitch!"

With one hand the barbarian lifts the entire tree, and with the other she lifts you and slings you over her shoulder.

"Hang on!" the knight calls. "You won't get any experience from killing something as weak as that! Let the-!"

"Who said I was killing her?" the barbarian throws over her shoulder. She walks off, disappearing behind the foliage.

Once out of sight (though certainly not outside of sound), the barbarian throws you to the ground. The impact alone, even in a bed of moss, shaves off a few more precious Hit Points. You look back up and find her 'clothes' already dropping away. You had thought she left nothing to the imagination before: muscular body everywhere save the two mounds of fat jutting eight inches from her chest. It turns out you would have needed some serious imagination to believe she was hiding a thirteen-inch boner thicker than your arm beneath that tiny tuft of fur. You stare at it in horror.

"Like it, bitch?" she asks smugly. "A Wood Sprite cursed me with this 'wood' whenever I lose my temper. Guess what? You made me lose it."

You panic and desperately begin trying to crawl away. She grabs your ankle and pulls you back.

"Surprised? I know what a Rage feels like, slut; I'm a fuckin' barbarian! And now you're gonna know what a Rage feels like, too."

You can only whimper as she lifts your body off the ground like a doll and lines her monstrous cock up with your unprepared entrance. You know there's nothing you can do. She's going to dominate you however she wants, and you're going to take it like her submissive bitch--no, like her cock sleeve. Her flesh toilet. You can do nothing more than brace yourself for the pain you're about to feel.

You feel her head press against your slit--and hear a squelch.

The barbarian seems as surprised as you. She rubs you up and down her tip, just to be sure of what she's feeling. The sensation draws an involuntary moan from you as your outer lips are stimulated. "Aw, is the slut wet just imagining my cock inside her? Maybe she's going to enjoy this, too."

Maybe, you think. Come to think of it, you've never actually used this thing before. Wouldn't that make you a virgin?

The barbarian jerks you up so she can whisper in your ear, keeping her dick hover just beneath your pussy. "You are NOT going to enjoy this."

She plants both hands on your hips and pulls you down. Hard. Eleven inches of that monster shoot into your body before it stops. Your mouth drops open in a silent scream and your vision goes black.

When you come to, you find yourself bobbing up and down. That rough movement, though, is nothing compared to the invasion your insides are feeling. A rod harder than steel and hotter than boiled rocks is ramming against the back of your womb with every bounce. The first time you consciously feel it, you scream.

"Oh, the slut is finally awake! You were gone a good two minutes there; I think I've got you all stretched out already."

The memory of what was happening just before you blacked out rushes back. You look down--and immediately regret doing so. Every time your body is pulled down, you see a fantastic bulge deforming your stomach, just above your belly button. Below that, the beautiful dick is moving in and out, coated in a mixture of your blood and juices. The delicious pain is sending all kinds of alarms to your head, and only on old instinct do you manage to look to your HP gauge.

4.

Another thrust.

3.

In a panic, you scream again. You need more HP! You-!

Feel wonderful as the massive cock smashes your stomach again.

2.

Then suddenly your HP jumps back to full. You stop screaming and stare, stunned.

The barbarian notices, too. "Huh. You've got some kinda skill, yeah? And here I thought we were almost done." You can hear the smirk in her voice.

Oh Archfiends.