Things get worse

Venus felt the poison numbing her body already, so she couldn't raise her sword in time to block the third needle as it passed through the air. It stabbed into her right side and the added dose of paralyzing poison killed the pain almost as soon as it hit her. She was losing control of her body, and as her sword fell from her hand, she knew that she couldn't fight anymore.

On both sides of the Manticore, her companions gave battle cries and attacked. Dakur charged the much larger beast and was easily swatted aside by a massive paw. The goblin hit a tree and landed in a heap at its base. An arrow sank into the manticore's back and the creature roared in pain before launching a salvo of poisonous barbs at Boma. Venus didn't see how many hit, but the goblin scout dropped to his knees and fell on his face.

Venus knew it was over. She was defeated and her friends were either seriously hurt or dead. Her body was no longer under her control and as her knees gave out she landed on her soft ass and fell onto her back. Was this how it was all going to end? She could hear it walking towards her, every powerful step drawing her end closer. Then it was above her and its head pressed between her legs and **** them apart. She was so shocked that she would have cried out if she could have moved. Its nose pressed close to her pussy and she felt its hot breath upon her. Had this been what drew it? It had smelled their sex?!

A large cat-like tongue, rough and hungry pushed into her cunt for a moment but drew out of her slowly. The beast climbed over her and she could barely see out of the corner of her eye that it's cock stood erect. She didn't want this! The Martuk her her family and her lovers, not this beast. She had to fight this somehow. Then she felt something inside her stirring. Power. It pulsed through her and she could feel her tattoos drawing it together. It was weak, but it was there. She didn't know if it would be enough but maybe she would somehow use it to get out of this mess?

With one taste of the fallen female's pussy, the manticore gained some insight. She had recently been pregnant, though her body didn't show this at all. And she was already fertile again. It was difficult for humans to become impregnated by monsters, but Goblins did have some magic. Could the tattoos be the cause?

It mattered little to the Manticore. It stood over her and prepared to lower itself to spear her on its mighty shaft. If she was used to Goblin, then she was in for a real treat. It was more than twice the length of any goblin and easily three times the girth. She would be completely filled and dominated by it. And perhaps she would have to live with the fact that she would give birth to yet another monster's offspring? The idea was as delicious to the Manticore as she was. With this thought in mind it began to lower its hind quarters and line up its cock with her well used pussy.