Your savior!

Delighting in your nocturnal beauty, you remain in a park as people gradually go back home, or the closest tavern. A certain peace fills your heart as the only noise becomes the incessant blabbering of your spiritual guide, but then eventually even she ceases to speak.

In silence you make your best thinking. There are several brave knights gathering in a party in the upper reaches of the city, but the idea of enduring a braggart sits ill in your stomach. Perhaps seduce one of the guards, one that had a particularly dangerous reputation, but after the previous night you weren't so eager to play the whore's role again. An elf would never help a necromancer, and a mixture of disgust and excitement thrills your body as you consider an Orc.

It was then that you noticed the ruffians closing on you. A group of seven of them. Some sort of gang, heading towards their favorite haven when they undoubtedly noticed you. You begin to mutter profane words of pain, turning your hands in ghoul claws, as the group starts to circle you. Perhaps they thought you were praying, one or two of them sneer as they oggle their new pray.

"Now, now... what do we have here? A runaway noblewoman? Daddy wanted to marry you to an evil Baron?" Their chorus of laugher circled you, now truly there was no way to run. You stand, and with dark sobriety answer. "I brook no fools, you will get only this warning. Turn back, now, and i will forget I ever saw your face."

"bitch!" His hand was so fast you didnt even have time to block,and you are sent to the ground, your world spinning. He yanks your hair back, and you are face to face with your assailant. His poorly shaven face stinks of fish, as he roughly forces his tongue inside your mouth you try to claw him, but something, or someone, else is holding your arm. Both of them.

"I never tasted royalty... you taste good, princess." you spit his saliva back on his eye, prompting another slap. "I am going to kill all of you" You hear yourself screaming, as they manhandle you to your knees. One of them steals your dagger from you. Myrian's voice whispered to your ear... "what is going to happen next...it hurts. If you want, I can make it easier...". You struggle all the harder, and have the first cock presented to you.

For a few moments, there was nothing else in the world for you. It wasn't particularly threatening, and you feel a tinge of disappointment. Sleek, thin and long, you avoided looking at the man's face. You felt no desire of giving an identity to that piece of meat as it **** your lips open. Rough hands are shoving your face down his crotch, there must be something you can do before this gets any worse.

You feel your head being dragged back, to the tip of his cock, and you are **** to see the face of the man **** your face. He is just a boy, really. Almost handsome. "You are beautiful" He brands the cruel words in your mind as he feels his cum flood your mouth, the sweet slick substance going straight down your throat. They were also his dying words, as a flying rock hit the temple of his head, spraying you and his companions with blood and gore. You feel the inebriating taste of the cum of the dead, and feels an unholy rage taking over. They were soon going to be all dead.