The Last Hurrah

Alkadabuki and her army remained camped just out of distance of any attacks from the wall. Doom went to talk to Prai. Prai was in the throne room, Raig wasn't here, he was busy preparing defenses. Doom knew it wouldn't be enough, but no one else seemed convinced. They all thought they had a chance. Except Prai, when he found her in the throne room she was sitting in the throne, her head in her hands. "Prai? Are you okay?" Doom asks and she raises her head. There are tears visible on her cheeks, coming down from under her cowl.

"No... It's all happening again... We just got this country back and we're going to lose it again," she says, her voice broken.

"There has to be something we can do. You're a strategist, you have to have something?" Doom asks desperately and she sighs.

"Our best chance would be to fight Alkadabuki alone and well... She gave us that chance and we still couldn't beat her. There's no way we can beat her while fighting against her army as well. Her regenerative abilities mean even if we manage a protracted fight we can't even slowly whittle her down, it's impossible. We'd need overwhelming power to beat her and we just don't have that..." Prai says and then drops her head into her hands again, "when Alkadabuki attacks Saluma will fall... and anyone who fights will die. There's no other option... I'd say we should just abandon the city, but Raig... that stubborn fool would never agree and besides... There's no guarantee she wouldn't hunt us down..." she adds.

Doom looks dejected, it had been a longshot, but he had hoped there would be something Prai could offer. He moves and sits beside the throne, "well that's unfortunate... Maybe... the two of us could escape together?" Doom suggests and Prai gives him a slight smile.

"An interesting offer, perhaps we should. I abandoned Raig once before in his time of need, why not do it again..." she says and then her smile twists into a frown, "because this time, I don't think they'll just lock him away. This time I think they're going to kill him, I think they're going to kill all of us and... I can't in good conscience leave him to die alone," she answers and Doom nods acknowledging her loyalty.

"I see..." he responds. Prai seems resigned to ****. Doom is determined to survive no matter what, but he's not sure if there's a way he can survive.

"You know... We're both likely to die soon... I'd like to get to know you a bit more before we die, if that's alright?" Prai suddenly asks and Doom glances at her.

"Sure, I'd like to learn more about you too," he responds. She nods and then slides her hands up to slip her cowl from her head. From under the cowl falls shoulder length white tresses of hair, her skin is pale and her eyes are red from crying, but they also seem to just naturally be red. She's apparently an Albino and more surprisingly as Doom looks, she's an albino devil, a pair of small white horns peeking up from under her hair.

"So, tell me, Master Doom, tell me about yourself?" she suggests as she slips her cloak off as well, revealing a slender body, with a pair of small perky tits, her body covered only with a fishnet bodysuit, leaving everything in view. Doom's eyes wander over her body, her nipples and cunt both a light pink colour, only slightly more pronounced than the paleness of the rest of her skin.

"Well, what would you like to know?" he asks, continuing to stare at her body. She gets up and moves over to him and kneels in front of him.

"Well... What's your real name? What kind of things do you like? What was your world like?" she suggests as her hand moves to caress his chest.

"My real name... Hmm you'd be the first person I tell..." he responds and he forms a cock at his groin without even realizing it.

"Well... We're going to be dead soon, regardless... No reason to be coy..." she states as her gentle fingers move to slowly caress the head of his cock and then down to the base.

"Alright... You raise... ha... a good point. My name was Matthew Kirkpatrick..." he admits and she raises an eyebrow, as pale white as her hair, and her fingers curl around his cock beginning to stroke it gently.

"I see... It makes sense you would choose a new name. Your form hardly fits such a... mundane name," she agrees and then leans forward and slips out her tongue running it over the head of his cock as she looks up at him.

"I was a soldier in my world. An officer in fact... I didn't really want to be in the military though. I'd joined because I needed the money. In my free time I mostly played strategy games which ended up being helpful both in the army and in this world," he continues and then grunts as she takes his head into her mouth, sucking on it gently before pulling off to speak.

"Were you killed in battle?" she asks as she releases his cock and begins to remove her fishnet bodysuit.

"No... Aside from playing strategy games I had another darker hobby. I liked to find women, the cute and happy kind. Women who looked at the world with optimistic eyes. I liked to find them and... hurt them badly. I'd **** them, break them, sometimes physically **** them too and sometimes I'd kill them. There were at least fourteen women buried in the woods near my home," he admits. "I made a mistake though... There was this one girl, another soldier, she was a little ray of sunshine and I wanted to see her broken and crying so much, I... was stupid and she ended up blowing the whole thing up. Got me arrested and they reinstated the **** penalty just for me. The news called me one of the greatest monsters of the 21st century. As far as I know, they never found the bodies in the woods, they only knew about the ones I left alive," he finishes and then notices Prai is standing in front of him, she's finished stripping, but she's just staring at him, unmoving, "what's wrong? Learned more than you wanted too?" he asks.

"You... You're a monster," she states, her voice shocked.

"So, are you..." Doom responds, but she hisses and her eyes narrow into a glare.

"No... you're an actual monster. One who needs to be put down," she whispers and Doom's eyes narrow as well, glaring back at her.

"Really?" he asks, his voice tinged with amusement, "you're a follower of Darkness. Loyal to Carnachias and Melanoche I assume and this is too much for you?"

"What I do is out of loyalty and to help the people I care about! The Light would hunt us all down and wipe us out, but you... You have no loyalty, you have no care for others. You're a creature who seeks only to hurt... I can see it now... We're just a means to you. You're using all of us!" she yells at him and he rolls his eyes.

"Alright then... I guess the consensual portion of this interaction is over," he says and before she can react tentacles burst forth from his form and wrap around her neck, wrists and thighs and yank her forward as he stands. She struggles, but she can't free herself and then his hands grab her hips and line her up with his cock, before plunging into her. She tries to scream, but another tentacle plunges into her mouth. Blood trickles from where their genitals meet and Doom tilts his head, "a virgin? I thought you and Raig... Hmm..." he says before he begins to forcefully move her body. Slamming her onto his full length and sliding her off.

She squirms and tries her best to scream through the tentacle pushing into her throat, but only muffled cries escape from her, "relax and enjoy it. It's like you said, you're going to die anyway, so it's not like it matters how you go out," Doom states. Her legs kick against his sides, but he barely feels it and begins to drive himself harder and faster into her. Soon, the head of his cock starts to slam against her cervix and he grins, the tip of his cock reshaping itself into a spike so when he plunges in again, his cock stabs through her cervix and plunges into her womb.

Her shriek of pain is loud enough to echo around the room, even muffled, "I hadn't gotten to play around with these ryona attachments much, how about I experiment a bit," he states and a pair of tentacles appear, lined with bone barbs. She stares at them with terror and then screeches again as they suddenly lash at her small breasts, splitting the soft flesh. Meanwhile his cock inside of her begins to grow barbs as well, that stab into the walls of her cunt as he pounds into her. Her stomach deforms visibly around his cock as it fills her womb each time.

The barbed tentacles continue to lacerate the flesh of her breasts and soon she stops screaming, her body going limp, worn out from the pain. Each lash and thrust still causes her to twitch, but she's become too weak to truly respond. Doom thrusts into her again and then holds her down on his cock as he groans and pumps her full of his cum. She twitches as it fills her and then leaks out of her abused cunt. He pulls out of her and releases her wrists and thighs, but the tentacle around her neck remains and lifts her to a standing position before tightening, starting to strangle her.

Pain was no longer enough to motivate her, but the fear of **** still held sway and she began to struggle again. Her hands moved to grab the tentacle, desperately trying to loosen it. The tentacle grew barbs which cut her hands as she struggled to try and pull the tentacle off. Her feet barely touched the floor and Doom watched as they kicked and twitched.

"There's nothing more beautiful than the last **** dance of a failing life," he told her, reaching a hand to rub her cheek, "How long do you think you'll dance?" he asks as her eyes, filled with tears, meet his, a pleading look in her eyes. He smiles at her, "yes... look at me just like that. You know I hold your life in my hands. Keep begging and maybe I'll let you live," he lies, however his game is interrupted by the sound of warhorns. He glances towards the sound, "ah... seems we're out of time," The tentacle rapidly constricts around her neck and with a loud cracking sound her twitching stops. Her lifeless body is dropped to the floor and Doom uses a fire spell to burn her corpse to ash before heading out of the throne room.