She’s overpowered by the ambushers

A sudden movement in the corner of Lux’s eye is the only warning. With a sudden crash and snap, shapes burst through the undergrowth, all around. Small, blue shapes – bigger ones, with many legs – all closing in fast…

Lux’s reflexes are fast enough for a spell. At her invocation, a mass of sticky spiderweb strands fans out, catching one group of ambushers. Lux makes out squat, blue, big-headed creatures – mites? – whose enthusiasm now turns to panic, and some oversized beetles, their limbs flailing helplessly. But the ones her web caught aren’t alone –

With a roar, the remaining mites close in. Their eyes bulge out horribly from their already ugly faces as they let out some kind of collective chant – a curse? Lux freezes for a moment, unsure of herself, and that’s enough to lose the upper hand.

Leaving the rest of their kin trapped in the web – and their insect allies along with them – the remaining mites swarm her. In a mass of grabbing, groping hands, they’re suddenly all over Lux. Jolted back to her senses, she gets hold of one – uses her greater weight to throw him off. A jolt of electricity channelled through her fingertips sends another flying. But there’s so many – half a dozen, more – blue and dirty and deceptively strong. And disgustingly naked. The putrid unwashed stench of them, their excited gibbering, are everywhere.

They grab wherever they can. With one leg trapped, she trips and falls. Now they scramble over her chest, pull at her hair. One or two are underneath her; she can feel hands, and hard cocks, pressing into her ass cheeks. At the front, those with the good luck to be close enough go for her breasts – their oversized mouths opening wide to try and engulf as much as possible, teeth pulling at her top…

If they were making a joint effort – to pin her or trap her arms – she might be in more trouble. But most, now that they have hold of her, seem too fixated for that. Grubby, greasy hands slide everywhere – delving down her top, grabbing her ass – while the ones at the front keep licking and sucking. All except – wait, where did that bigger one go – ?

The gleam catches her eye. A dagger – or is it? – with a clean, sharp blade, jabbing down at her. Quick as she can, she grabs at it –

A faint sensation, not even pain, as it grazes her. She blinks. Suddenly light-headed, hazy. A spell? Magic? She can’t…

She tries again to seize the weapon from the mite’s hand. But he’s so far away now, as she falls into an abyss. And the darkness swallows her up…