Charge!

Unsheathing your blade and cracking your neck, you jump down into the pit through the ceiling. The impact is jarring but soundless, some of your momentum deferred by the large orc your sword cleaved from shoulder to pelvis on your way down. Though your landing was silent, the gurgling **** rattle of the unfortunate orc was not. Half the orcs turn at the sound and the remainder spin when the troll spotted you and gave a low roar, tossing the kitsune to the side carelessly. Hopefully Amber could retrieve her and get out, you didn't favor your odds against a dozen orcs and a troll. A fucking troll, really?

You spin and hack and slash, felling orc after orc as they charged to try and overwhelm you. But it was all over as soon as the troll reached you. He swatted at you with one grotesque hand, faster than anything that big had any right to be, and you are hurled back against the stone wall. Fortunately, that was the exact moment when Amber's silencing charm failed.

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Every word you had made, every impact of your feet, every clang of your sword from the last hour was released all at once. The sound was truly stupendous, in the enclosed space it rattled around like aural shrapnel. You feel your organs vibrate uncomfortably but the orcs and troll seemed to get the worst of it. The fell beasts staggered around the room, clutching their bleeding ears, and you take as much advantage of it as you can. With five long, sweeping strokes, you fell three orcs and take out one of the trolls legs before the beast can retaliate. Unfortunately, it retaliated with about the level of **** you might expect from a giant maneating monster: lethal.

It slammed its hand down in your general direction, its thumbnail catching your shoulder and driving through with the ease of a knife through butter. As the troll angrily stabilizes itself on its one remaining leg, you lie gurgling on your own blood, your arm and part of your side lying on the ground next to you.

Guess I know how that orc felt now, was your last thought.

Whether by divine intervention or the stubbornness ingrained in you by your training, your spirit lingers and you find yourself floating above your own corpse as the orcs gather round. Fucking brutal way to go, you think idly. The troll slumped back into its thrown with the crunch of breaking bones and eyed its missing leg with irritation. To your vague disappointment, dampened by the veil of ****, the wound has already sealed over and appears to be pushing out to reform the appendage. One of the orcs is wrestling with something on the far side of the room and two others step in to help. Amber is trapped between them and your metaphorical heart falls. You really messed this one up. Pity you'll never be able to atone for it.

The orcs hold Amber as the troll picks up the other kitsune, a dark haired beauty {if Pervert > 15}with lovely tits you really would have liked to have met when you were still alive.{else}who couldn't possibly deserve the fate that awaited her. A cruel twist of fate indeed.{endif}

The troll pulls aside its loincloth to reveal a pair of mottled green balls the size of small melons, above which its cock slips free of its sheath like some kind of demonic worm rising from the earth. The black-haired kitsune screams and looks on in horror as the mammoth cock rises to full size before her. You vaguely remember the other trainees joking about how stretchy the animal folk could be when it came to insertions and you can't help but feel like it won't help her much in this case.

The troll tears her bindings free, along with her clothes, and unceremoniously shoves the bumpy flare of its cock against the woman, who begs and pleads as the pressure increases. Displeased, the troll shifts its grip to her legs and pulls them completely spread eagled so that nothing protects her hairless quim. Then it shoved forward. It is quite determined and eventually managed to work most of its cock inside the much smaller woman, who screamed and bucked through the whole affair to no avail.

Amber slowly stopped struggling against the orcs, watching in horror as the woman slowly became the trolls cock-sheath, tears slipping down her face as the woman's struggles slowly subsided and she hung limply from the trolls hands. When the troll finally came, the woman groaned and twitched, her belly distending from the load of cum injected inside. She was then cast aside, falling in a heap by the throne of bones, and it was Amber's turn.

Time speeds up, or maybe you slow down, and you watch months pass by in the blink of an eye. The two kitsune women are **** mercilessly by the troll, and when it wasn't paying attention, by the orcs. You'd heard that most humanoid monsters had some kind of addictive quality to their cum or secretions to stop their breeders from escaping, and you see it unfold before your eyes. Amber and the women cry and resist for the first few days but their struggles begin to subside and they stop hiding from the attention of the orcs, resignedly entertaining five or more at a time. After several months, when their bellies become round with child, they almost seem to beg for it. Sometimes the orcs are out for days and the two kitsune women are left to their own devices, chained next to the throne of bones, their eyes dull, too empty to cry. Feverish life returns to them when the orcs return and they eagerly present themselves for their captors, like they live for the pleasure of sex and the addictive rush of cum.

They bear the troll many children and even a few orc offspring are running around the ruins when you finally lose your grip on reality and fade into the empty void.