Wait for support

*Authors note: For continuity reasons, the first part of this chapter is copied with permission from Anill*

You really want to rush in, for sure the Slytherin girl had waited long enough. But you notice that the leader is looking for something outside. Curious, you hesitate enough, and from the shadow appear one more foe. Damn, how many are they you thought. This one actually looks dangerous, mainly because he had a ranged weapon, a crossbow and look more deadly than the other.

Now it's another story, you cannot go like that. If you had the advantage against a few pesky gobelins and their ridiculous short blade, when they start to able to shoot at you it's another story. No need to be a genius to know that a crossbow bolt travels faster than you. You wish they would both go inside, so you go sneak up, but they stay outside, unfortunately turning toward your position.

As you were pondering your chances, Calyra situation evolved critically. She is now on her back, wearing nothing but remains of her ripped attire. One is holding her down from behind by the shoulder, while the other is in between her thighs, holding proudly his dick. Even from your position, the thing looks way bigger than it should. You can hear her squeal muffled by her gag while she tried to escape the inevitable, and you cannot take your eyes away as he penetrates her. He quickly get a steady and energetic rhythm, plowing your classmate with vigor. She does not enjoy the rough treatment from the whimper you hear.

You are hypnotized by the scene, and to your surprise, and shame, you are slightly wet. Your eyes cannot stop looking at her ample breasts jiggling at each vigorous thrust she endures. She is not fighting anymore at all, and her only reaction are the squeal she emits automatically. After what seems an eternity, the gobelin starts to grunt louder, grabbing her even harder, and release deep inside. Too shocked, she does not even react to this defiling finish.

Again, you are too far to hear clearly, but the second abductor does not seems happy, not wanting to be sloppy second. Pragmatic, he takes away her gag and moved her on her side. You can't see, as he’s turning his back to you, but you can easily guess he is making her suck.

You must stop this madness now, and you reach for your wand. But before you can grasp it, you are surprised by a whisper right next to you: “Are you spying, little one? Don’t worry, we’ve got this!” Startled, you turn, and right next to you, kneeling down to your height, is a centaur. You don’t know how he got this close. Either he’s extremely stealthy, or you were too busy to note his approach. Before you can answer, he springs into action. Arrows fly from the trees surrounding the encampment, and the goblins are too surprised to put up a fight. The centaur next to you picks you up and moves in to join his comrades.