The tide turns quickly.

As the warriors of Blackford crossing rushed towards the opening in the fire wall, a huge rotting corpse charged through the gap. It was quickly followed by other prominent figures, not nearly as tall as the first but still imposing.

The hill giant led, smashing into the soldiers as they charged forward, crushing them with his barrelling charge. Qiao sheathed her sword for a moment and held out her pendant, symbolising her Goddess. Whispering words, there was a sudden flash of light. Several of the ogres paused in the step before turning to feel her holy power. The giant, however, did not.

“Archers, target the giant,” the General roared.

A barrage of arrows was loosed at the giant creature, and Qiao saw Himo dart in behind the remaining ogre to strike it in the leg, trying to bring it to its knees. As she did, Qiao saw the necromancer himself walk through the gap in the flames.

Its smile held no warmth as it looked over the scene of slaughter, and then it said one word as power coursed out of it. Everyone nearby heard the word, but only Qiao and Nemeia understood its implications. “Fuck,” the creature said, it’s words laced with power. Qiao turned to Nemeia but already saw that she had been affected by the necromancer’s suggestion. So too, had many on the ground, including Himo.

The monk quickly and smoothly pulled her robe from her body as the ogre turned to face her. His arms moved up as if to hit her before they recognised her nakedness. It grabbed Himo, even as other soldiers desperately tried to strip off their armour and pulled her closer. Without any hesitation, Himo took the undead ogre’s cock into her mouth, and Qiao could do nothing but watch on as she started to please the creature, it’s slimy rotting cock slowly hardening underneath its fat belly.

Nemeia, in the meantime, had managed to remove most of her clothes and quickly leapt from the battlements. As she did so, her size increased, still dwarfed by the hill giant, but now she was ten feet tall. She landed in the mud beneath and ran to the rotting creature. Qiao swore under her breath, trying to think of a way to break the spell that held so many. But as Nemeia grabbed the undead hill giant’s cock she was distracted.

Suddenly the necromantic lich was standing in front of her. There was no flash of light or any other indication that a spell had been cast. He was simply on the battlefield one moment and between Qiao and the General the next. “Paladin,” the creature hissed as some of the soldiers and archers started at his sudden presence.

The general raised his axe, and the lich laughed. “Give yourself to my minions.” Again the magic was evident, and several defenders straight away threw themselves from the battlements to the ground below, so eager to give themselves to the horde.

General Grodan struggled a moment before dropping his axe and heading down the makeshift stairs towards the front while screaming. “Open the gate.”

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