Keep picking them off.

You shrug helplessly. All you can do is keep whittling down the orcs, you'd never be able to fight a troll backed by minions. You aren't even sure you can beat a troll on its own, it would easily be the biggest monster you've ever fought. Amber slips away and after a moment you see one of the orcs heads jerk up, like he heard something. You keep an eye on him, sword at the ready, as you continue beholding the monstrous scene. The kitsune has long black hair and what looks like five greyish tails trapped under her bindings. You were surprised. Kitsune received another tail roughly every hundred years, which meant the struggling woman must have been almost half a thousand years old. Amazing that she would have been caught by this bunch, trolls and orcs didn't have the power to overcome that kind of experience.

Your thoughts take a haitus as 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. You gawk, your mind calculating the relative size of the trolls genitalia compared with the svelte fox woman. The results are disheartening. 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.

You check on how Amber was doing with luring the orc out. The orc had gotten to the bottom of the stairs before turning back to view the spectacle and Amber was trying to recapture his attention to no avail. You step past her and slice the orcs throat as he's distracted, taking advantage of your silence to get closer to the crowd than you were really comfortable. You wave Amber forward, retreating back into the shadows.

In the meantime the troll had torn the kitsune's bindings free, along with her clothes, and set to work on working its shaft inside her. Her struggles and small size are making it difficult. Displeased, the troll shifts its grip to her legs and pulls them completely spread eagled so that nothing protects her hairless quim. You wince, the thought of such a deep splits painful on its own, thought it doesn't appear painful to the flexible woman. Then it shoved forward and the kitsune was obviously in quite a bit of pain. The troll 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, her upper body twisting and thrashing like a wild animal.

You'd given up on waiting by the stairs, {if Pervert > 21}this was getting to be a bit much to watch passively, even if you were mesmerized by the great bouncing tits on display before you. {else}the poor woman was going to break at his rate if you didn't do something. {endif}Amber had produced a dagger from somewhere and was moving stealthily beside you as the two of you moved from orc to orc, slitting throats. Fortunately the troll, who was the only one facing you, was quite distracted by the fox lady wrapped around his cock. When it bottoms out inside her you can see her stomach bulge obscenely and you really wish this wasn't how you found out that the recruits were right about stretchy animal folk.

Half the orcs have their cocks out, stroking in time with their leaders thrusts, and the stench in the pit somehow becomes even worse with the pungent odor of orcish arousal and troll cum. Amber actually had to retreat, gagging on the stench, but she was back moments later and continuing to spill orc blood.

Over the next few minutes between the two of you you've whittled them down to just four orcs, and you feel a swell of pride even though the order wouldn't exalt you for stabbing a bunch of enemies in the back. They usually favored brawn over brains, but that was the same attitude of the orcs and look where that got them.

One of the orcs finally noticed the room had quieted down too much and turned to meet your blade with his neck, catching the others attention as his head thudded onto the ground. One of the orcs yells a battlecry but is silenced mid-shout by Amber's blade before she vanishes again in swirling foxfire. The other two are quickly felled by your sword, which was much easier to wield as a proper weapon than a throatcutter. Somehow the troll hadn't noticed his entire **** being cut down right in front of him but his howl of pleasure and final thrust signal the end of his distraction.

The black-haired kitsune clawed at the earth, teeth clenched and eyes rolling, as the troll hilted inside her and his massive balls contracted with an audible sloshing sound. The woman's belly, already harboring a slight bulge from the massive intrusion, began to swell like some kind of accelerated pregnancy. The troll gave a final buck and flopped back on his throne, releasing the limp girl and allowing his softening cock to slide free with a slurp and a small fountain of jizz. Which is when he finally took notice of you, standing over him, sword raised.

He roars as you bring the sword down on his neck with all your might, his voice cutting off instantly as your sword cleaved into his flesh and Amber's charm muted his cry. There is a lot more resistance than with an orc neck, almost like chopping through wood, and you fear for an instant that you won't make it through. The **** gurgle of the troll followed by the loud thump of its head striking the floor is one of the most satisfying things you'd ever heard. It's somewhat tarnished when the flesh of the stump immediately begins to seal over and you frantically motion to Amber to grab the head while you bodily shove the body from the bone throne onto the ground and begin to drag it onto the fire. Amber catches on quickly, jumping up from where she'd been helping the other kitsune and grabbing the grimacing head by an ear and chucking it into the blaze a the center of the room before moving to help you shift the immense bulk.

You don't exactly breath easy when the trolls body goes up in flames, the room filling with noxious black smoke, but you are incredibly relieved to not have to fight it "again". You help Amber lift the black haired kitsune and carry her out of the rank hellhole. The poor woman trailed a line of troll semen most of the way back to camp, completely unresponsive till you laid her on your bedroll and Amber asked her name. "Vila." She whispered.