Rescue Mission

Malphiel sighs. "I don't have the spear, but otherwise I like the plan. Maie do what you can to distract him," she says.

"I'll do what I can, but unfortunately no, I can't cast spells or fight so... I guess buzzing his head is my best option!" she says and flies towards one of the two. This does distract him as he turns his attention to trying to grab her while the other one goes after Malphiel. He swings his knife at her and she backs away from the slash before stepping back in, swinging with the crushers. She hits and her blow immediately floors him. His mask shattering from the impact as he falls face down. Malphiel turns to focus on the second one, but turns to see that Maie's distraction didn't work out very well. The elf is holding her tightly in one hand as he approaches Malphiel, knife at the ready.

"Down on your knees or I crush this fairy whore!" he demands and squeezes. Maie cries out as she feels her bones squeezing and Malphiel tenses and then sighs and drops to her knees. The elf stops crushing Maie and approaches carefully. Malphiel is staring at him hatefully as he approaches and then grunts in pain as he slams the hilt of his knife into her head, knocking her out.

The voices watch as the other Elf gets up, his face bloodied and he helps carry the unconscious Malphiel back to Lord Windgrace's throne room. The two arrive and Malphiel is immediately dropped face down as Maie is tossed hard onto the ground beside her, grunting with pain from the impact against the hard stone floor.

Lord Windgrace is still kneeling between Take's legs when they arrive and he smiles, "looks like your rescue plan has failed," he tells her and then leans down forcing his lips against Take's own, making her groan as at the same time his cock pushes inside of her making her tense up feeling herself being penetrated, his cock almost on par with the Minotaur that took her virginity earlier. She whimpers into the forced kiss as he starts to thrust into her and then breaks the kiss, "feel free to do what you want with the angel and the fairy!" he commands and the Elf Malphiel punched gladly does so.

He begins to tear off her chainmail as she groans groggily, still mostly unconscious. Eventually he strips her naked tossing the armor aside as he grabs her hips and lifts her, his cock rests against her soft ass cheeks. She tenses weakly as she feels him start to thrust back and forth between her cheeks and her consciousness returns, "H... Ha what?!" she asks and at that moment he pulls back and thrusts his cock into her ass making her scream in pain and surprise. His left hand moves from her hip to her back, pressing her roughly against the ground as he starts to ram into her ass. Each thrust grinding her breasts against the rough ground, making her wince and struggle ineffectively.

Take feels her fingers twitch, the paralysis is wearing off, but it doesn't really matter. The aphrodisiac effect is still in play and she can't bring herself to try and attack Lord Windgrace as his cock continues to pound into her. The pleasure, though unwanted, clouds her thoughts as her legs slowly move to wrap around his waist, gasping as this momentarily forces him to thrust deeper into her.

The pained sounds escaping from Malphiel as she's fucked in the ass slowly morph into sounds of pleasure as she starts to instinctively push back against each thrust, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as her eyes roll back.

Maie watches this with horror and then suddenly feels a hand grab her wings and pull her up by them. She's turned, dangling to look into Dreg's face. "I told you, they would never make it to the forest. You've failed and now... My reward," he says and her eyes are terrified.

"You... You can't! We didn't lose yet!" she screams trying to flail in his grip, but he just shakes his head.

"Look around you, it's over. Now... Come to your final resting place," he says as he lifts her above his head and opens his mouth, his tongue reaching out to lick at the soles of her dangling feet. She winces and then swallows.

"T... Take... Take please! The voices said to use it!" she screams as she's lowered, Dreg's tongue coiling around her legs and thighs.

Take blinks and looks over at Maie, her face flushed, overwhelmed with pleasure, but her hand moves and she feels the button. Feeling like she's in a dream she presses it and almost immediately there's a horrific sound of crashing metal from nearby.

Dreg freezes and then growls, "You bitch," he grumbles and tosses Maie hard against the wall vanishing before a group of six figures, clad in high tech looking metal armor and wielding laser rifles come running into the cave. One elf tries to attack the soldier in the lead and gets a hole blasted through his chest for his trouble. At which point pretty much everyone else backs down. Lord Windgrace swears as he pulls out of Take and stands to face the soldiers.

The elf fucking Malphiel reluctantly releases her as well, much to her disappointment.

The head soldier steps forward, aside from the armor covering most of her body, she has a pair of tiny cat ears sticking out of the helmet and a tail swishing behind her. "Izzy?" she asks and Lord Windgrace growls.

"Aunty Maple, right?" he asks. Maple takes her helmet off and looks around, "where's Lemiel?" she asks, confused. She looks at Malphiel and blinks a few times, "Cherchiel?" she asks and then shakes her head, "No... You're a different angel?" she seems very confused, but another soldier, this one with rabbit ears approaches and drags Take away from Lord Windgrace and behind the soldiers. She pulls a vial from her suit and pours it into Take's mouth. Take chokes a bit, but then swallows and feels the arousal fading.

Maie is injured, but alive and flies unsteadily over to Take quickly hugging her shoulder. Maie is shaking, clearly still a little terrified from her close encounter with Dreg's mouth.

"You're the chosen, right?" Maple addresses Take and Take weakly nods.

"How did you get the emergency beacon?" she asks.

Take does her best to summarize the events that occurred before now and Maple listens before nodding. "I see, well I am Maple of Iralia and this is the 1st Iralian Drop Pod Squadron, we are at least for the remainder of this floor at your disposal," she says saluting as Lord Windgrace continues to stare at Take with lust and anger.

{reveal "Combat"} Combat: Cultists

Difficulty: 20

Ritual Knife +3

Maie's distraction -5

The Crushers -5

Chain Mail Body Suit -4

Final Difficulty: 9

Malphiel's Roll: 6

Result: Failure

{endreveal}

(Health: 100%

Mana: 10%

Equipment: Kitsune Mask (shattered), black leather dress (Torn), fishnet bodysuit (torn), Silk chest wrap (Shredded), silk panties (punctured), Thick leather armor (-2, shredded reduced to -0 until repaired), Biker's armor (-1), Kusarigama (-3), Ninjato(-3), 3xKunai, 1xSmokebomb, 3xCaltrops, black catsuit, Thick leather armor (-2), Elysium Bow (-5 or -10 against demonic foes)

Inventory: A smooth pretty stone, A blood red whip, Slutty dress, Animate Golem Spellbook, creepy potion, angelic key, winged key, 2 vials of semen, 2xChallenge gears, Barrier Breaker, God's Favour (Halo), spear of Consumption (-3, 0 consumed), Emergency Beacon, 8XAlchemical Ingredients.

Status Effect:

Trauma Rank 1: Costs of all spells doubled for the remainder of the floor. (Caused by rape while under the effect of aphrodisiacs)

Spells known: Cloak (Lvl 1, mastered, Mana Cost: 10%)

Force Lance (Lvl 1, mastered, Cost: 15%)

Fetish: Submission Lvl 1

Oral Lvl 1.

Party: Malphiel

Malphiel Health: 80%

Malphiel Mana: 70%

Malphiel Equipment: Cracked Visor, Chainmail Body Suit (-4), The Horned Helmet, The Crushers (-5).

Malphiel Spells Known: Angelic Rays (Lvl 1, Mastered, cost: 20%), Heavenly Soothing (Lvl 1, Mastered, cost: 25%), Retribution (Lvl 1, Unmastered, cost: 100%, unusable, triggers automatically at 0% hp if Malphiel has enough Mana to trigger it).

Malphiel Status Effect: Broken Wings. Combat level lowered to Medium, cannot fly.

Touch of Corruption. Maximum Mana and Health set to half of normal. Loses access to God's Light, God's Judgment and Divine Grace.

Addicted to sex. More easily aroused and more willing to engage in all manner of sexual activity regardless of context.

Fourth Floor Gear Challenge: Visit Two Resource points. 1/2