grey area.

The tribe hid and refused to go out to search for the hunting group.

You were held by strong arms upside down after you fell while trying to go rescue the last member of your crew.

Your face was stuck on the long dick of the male that grabbed you mid flight, his balls dangling in front of your eyes.

It took long arguments, an oaty of not running off and a threat of bitting them off to make him release you on the ground.

There was panic in the forest as a stamped of animals of all sizes rushed through the village. Following them was the hunting group, Diana was there, alive, over the shoulder of a hunter, legs first, her open pussy leaking long ropes of thick white liquid.

A wall of fire ereupted behind them and from the ashes came something that made you wish you died from the fall, the crash or that you were never born.

Walking naked in the grey powder gaunt creatures holding long serated knifes were advancing. Their sickly skin and red eyes only balanced by the large smiles of pointy teeth they had on their oversized head.

Above them three floating thrones were following. Their occupants, small pale humanoids, with large head and black eyes.

The Matriarch bellowed a long scream, punctuated by a melodious flatulence.

All the tribe kneeled, their heads on the ground.

The gods had returned.

The Greys were here.

All hope was lost.