won't leave you here!"

You dismounted quickly as the convoy of fleeing villagers began to move. Your father had already moved to join the militia and you followed suit, grabbing a scythe from one of the deserted houses and moving gingerly towards the north side of the village. You handled your makeshift weapon clumsily, it was simply too large for your tiny frame, but the adrenaline **** your forwards. As you approached, the Undyr slammed into the line of militia, breaking through almost immediately - you could not see your father, but you feared that he was already dead. They flung the pathetic defenders like dirty linens twenty feet in any direction they pleased with their lengthy tusks, and clubbed the others with ease. You noticed that, despite the heat of the battle, the Undyr seemed to be grabbing specific individuals from the group and retreating. To your horror you then observed that they were only taking the females away. You had heard supposed mythology of the old times, where the Undyr would take girls up into their mountain caves and **** them relentlessly until they were with child, as they killed their women at birth, considering them a burden, and the 'lesser races' produced more intelligent children. For a moment, you screamed inside at the thought of squeezing a monstrous Undyr cock inside you, then forcing their massive offspring out.

You understood now why your father had wanted you to evacuate with the rest of the young women. As you slowed your charge and lost your spirit, you noticed his broken body in the centre of the dirt path running through the middle of the village. It filled you with anger and despair. But there were more Undyr than there were women in the militia, and you counted eight still lingering like a thick smoke, entering each crack and crevice in search for their prize - a mate. Dropping your scythe with haste, you shifted quickly into your house, locking the door and hiding underneath your bedroll. You could hear the harrowing footsteps of the tusked monsters outside your window. They spoke in a language incomprehensible to you, but you understood "Yaren", the capital city of the humans, presumably where the evacuation was leading. It seemed as though they were planning to march there sooner rather than later.

Without warning, your door splintered as an Undyr smashed through it's thin wooden frame. He glanced briefly inside.