This is all wrong... You need to strain your will... You will fight.

In your mind there is a culmination of the struggle between the instincts of wild sexual lust and rational norms of civilized behavior.

Somewhere on the periphery of your attention you hear faint crying and the quiet muttering of a madman: “It... It... It lurks in the shadows... No... Please... Don't! It hurts me! Ooh! Vice penetrates gradually... I am a sinner! I am defiled... There is no salvation for me..."

A fleeting thought: “What if the priest Bernard, whom I rescued from the basement, heard something similar? What if he had once accepted a similar tempting offer of pleasure and happiness? Somehow now this poor exhausted madman doesn’t look like a happy person at all!”

You thought anxiously: “He said... this woman has a husband... My God! This further enhances the sinfulness of what is happening! This debauchery in the temple building is combined with the commission of adultery! And a priest is involved in all this... What a nightmare..."

A certainty gradually grows in your mind: they just want to use you. Moreover, the one who wants to do this causes you more and more fear.

This naked guy has almost approached you... A little more and he will touch you... He is trying to reach out to your shoulder...

You say, your voice hoarse with disgust: “You are NOT Priest Bernard!”

You raise the staff above you and perform a quick downward strike.

Naked Bernard dodges - he jumped to the right with unnatural agility for such a fat man. This is almost the speed of animal reflexes.

The smile on the naked guy's face becomes wider. But now there is something predatory in this smile.

Grinning, he says, “Rash choice on your part, guy! If you don't want to be on the side of the strong, then you'll be on the side of the bitches! I will be happy to let you experience the full range of perception of a bitch dominated by the wild power of a powerful male! Get ready, bitch! My dick will soon be in all your holes!”

Rapid hand movements. The naked guy attacks you with the speed, dexterity and agility of a seasoned fist fighter, not an old priest.

Hit. Another blow. Third strike.

You have difficulty blocking blows with the staff's shaft.

Kick! You didn't have time to block! Your left knee is experiencing severe pain.

You step back. You fall to one knee, clutching the staff in both hands.

At the same time, lustful images attack your mind. You see imaginary scenes of horrific depravity. Do you see yourself being used as... a woman!? This is disgusting! But why is your penis now at the maximum level of arousal?!

You feel weak and extremely submissive. Your opponent grins widely as he walks towards you, as if he is not at all bothered by your resistance. A wave of weakness comes over you more and more.

New cynical and perverted phrases from your opponent, who does not seem to allow the thought that you will somehow be able to fight: “Yes, you will feel better on your knees! Bitches need to get used to kneeling in front of a strong male! Ha! Ha! And I will teach you many other positions that you will love, bitch! For example, I will make you stand in the “doggy-style” position while I fuck your lustful anus with my huge dick! And you will only make weak, pathetic effeminate squels while I stretch your anal pussy and fill that lustful hole with sperm!”

The images in your mind almost broke the resistance of your mind. This depraved whisper is trying to transform your consciousness. They want to break you mentally. It’s as if they are trying to mentally **** you. However, there are all signs that soon your body will also be ****, and not just your mind.

Your opponent's body towers over you. You understand that soon his big dick will be swaying next to your face...

A lonely rational thought pulsates in your mind: if your will is broken now, then your whole life will become completely different...

You put your maximum effort into a last **** and painfully difficult attempt at resistance.

You remember everything that made you work and train, despite defeats and failures. You remember how your father Ivar punished you as a child for disobedience, laziness, or for crying when you didn’t succeed.

One of your father Ivar's notations now comes to your mind. You were about 10 years old then, you were learning how to shoot a bow and you were doing poorly (you hurt your fingers with the bowstring). The Father told you then: “After every time you fail, you must try to achieve victory again. Only animals are driven by instincts and thoughtless desires for pleasure. You are human. You must be persistent and reasonable. Don't cry like a weakling. Try harder. If necessary, try a hundred times. And for the hundredth and first time you will succeed. It’s better to constantly try to defeat a strong enemy and die than to give up and become a **** for the rest of your life.”

These memories encourage you to put the last of your will and physical strength into one quick movement.

You strike lightning fast with your wooden staff from the bottom up.

You aimed at the enemy's face.

But the enemy was able to retreat at the last moment.

A heavy iron staffhead (in the center there is a symbol of the setting golden sun), which is the tip of your wooden staff, hits somewhere in the area of ​​the necks of your opponent.

Due to the impact, the enemy is thrown aside.

He utters vile curse words.

And one more thing: because of the blow from the neck, something fell to the floor. Probably, the top of the staff broke the thread of some amulet and this amulet fell from your enemy’s neck.

You quickly looked around.

What you saw in a split second creates fear and confusion in your soul.

Indeed: on the wooden floor lies an amulet in the form of a light brownish symbol. This strange symbol is made from some kind of wood material (perhaps tarred pine wood?). This small (about 5 centimeters in diameter) symbol depicts a small horned head of a goat.

You realize with horror that this symbol is not the traditional religious symbol of the Church of Equal Brother-Deities. This is something different. An unholy sign of the ancient deity of the forest expanses. You saw something like this only occasionally among hunters or shepherds, who usually lived in sparsely populated areas and were at odds with the law. An amulet in the form of a small horned goat's head of a light brownish hue. Symbol of the Wild God Painal.

Additionally, you look at your enemy who hit the wall after being thrown back by a blow from your staff. The pommel of your staff left a bleeding abrasion on his neck.

But something else is important.

Your opponent's appearance has changed. He no longer looks like Priest Bernard.

Your eyes no longer see a fat, middle-aged man with a flabby red face and very thick eyebrows and a tonsure on his head.

Instead, a few meters away, a small, fat satyr is rubbing a wound on his neck.

He sits on the floor near the wall.

Its legs are covered with thick, dark and curly hair and have large hooves instead of feet and toes. His large dick and balls are different from the usual genitals of a human male: the dick is covered with pimples that resemble small greenish warts, the head of the dick has a strange cone shape, and the eggs are covered with greenish and brownish veins. His ugly face is twisted with pain and anger. On his head you can see a pair of horns, which are located among thick matted hair of a brown hue.

What you see is disgusting and scary. But at least you feel that the seductive whisper that tried to break your will and that filled your thoughts has disappeared.

You concentrate your will and spend the rest of your strength to continue the fight.

As your hands tighten around the staff, you jump to your feet and strike the satyr's head with the two-handed weapon as hard as you can. The head of the staff hit the satyr's horns and bounced off with a loud metallic clang.

The momentum of the blow interrupted the satyr's attempt to rise.

The satyr's eyes look into your face, he hisses with anger: “You will answer to the Horned Overlord for what you have done, schmuck!”

Then the fat little bastard squeals, jumps back and runs wildly around the room.

Your exhausted body feels tired and in pain. Too many heavy loads, fights and nervous tension...

You swing your staff wildly, trying to hit the satyr's body.

But this scum is fucking agile and fast.

Suddenly you hear a hysterical female scream, which is permeated with horror.

It was a peasant woman who was sleeping on the bed who woke up. It is not difficult to imagine her state: suddenly waking up in bed, being naked, when a fight breaks out between a satyr and a human guy with a long wooden staff.

The satyr took advantage of the distraction of your attention due to the scream of this frightened woman.

Kicking with sharp hooves and butting with its horned head, the satyr pushes you a little away from the door into the room. It takes him a couple of seconds to run down the corridor somewhere deep into the building.

You think: "Damn! This scum escaped! Surely he will be able to hide somewhere! Most likely, he will hide in the forest!"

You would like to try to catch up with this vile satyr, but your strength is running out.

This applies to both physical strength and mental strength.

You are very tired.

And one more thing: this non-stop screeching. It's so unnerving.

You yell at the screaming peasant woman at maximum volume: “Shut up! Shut your stupid fucking mouth, you hysterical whore! Otherwise I will fuck your slutty holes with this huge wooden staff! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, WHORE?!”

It was rude and cruel of you. But you just want peace and quiet. You're tired of all this. All this unholy bloody chaos in this fucking village. You need to deal with this somehow. But for this you need to restore your strength.

A frightened woman looks at you with a look of horror in her eyes. She looked at the satyr in much the same way. She nods her head. Tears flow from her eyes. But she was able to stop the loud squeal. Now she just whines quietly, sitting on the bed. She, being completely naked, wrapped her arms around her knees. Her body is shaking.

In the corridor, the human male you saved is sitting on the floor. This is the real priest Bernard. He continues to quietly mutter nonsense. Is it possible to learn at least something useful from this madman? You hope so. But the chances are slim.

On the floor in the corridor lies the same amulet that was on the satyr’s neck. An amulet in the form of a small horned goat's head of a light brownish hue. The satyr did not have time to take the amulet when he fled for his life. You look thoughtfully at this unholy thing. This thing is certainly proof that there are much bigger problems in this village than an aggressive wolf that attacks the peasants. What will you do with this amulet? Until you decide. But, obviously, you need to exercise maximum caution when handling this amulet, which radiates the influence of unholy mystical forces.

Soon you hear the clatter of boots on the wooden floor.

Ten seconds later, two peasant militiamen enter the corridor with weapons in their hands (one militiaman has an ax, and the second militiaman has a spear).

One of the militia says: “We heard a woman scream! What happened here? What the fuck?! Holy father Bernard?! What's wrong with you? You are covered in wounds! Vela?! What are you doing here? And why are you naked?!”

You sigh tiredly.