What will you do?
Flee.
“Fuck this I am out.” Quickly your look around to see which direction you can teleport the farthest. Then focusing your vision you concentrate and... A crossbow bolt thuds into your right shoulder knocking you off of your feet. Pain clouds your senses as you climb back to your feet, scoop up your things, and run. A second bolt rips through your right thigh, sending you crashing to the ground once again. Before you can get to your feet, big strong hands are all over you. “Wait, no don't kill me.”
“Kill, you. No dear, we aren't going to kill you. The meat is so much sweeter if we cook you alive.” One of them hisses with a growling rough voice.
“No, you can't. I could fuck all of you. You'd like that wouldn't you. Have any of you ever fucked a demon?”
“I would like to fuck a demon.” A second one says, and you are hoisted off of the ground by your left leg.
“Fine, we fuck her then.” Another answers, and three of them quickly pull off the bottoms of their armor, their cocks already growing, not a one under a foot long, but hardly the largest cocks you have encountered you think remembering the demon that gave you this body.
They are on you roughly in an instant. Large hands gripping your breasts roughly, while others busy themselves with pulling your legs apart to fuck you. One of them does take a second to yank out the bolts that are sticking out of you just as the first cock is pushed into your mouth. Gulping it down, he buries it down your throat, heedless of any injury that might cause you. Similarly you are roughly hauled, yanked, and twisted till one of them gets himself beneath you and you are mashed down, his cock impaling your cunt in a single long thrust. He doesn't even have time for a single pump before a third cock is buried up your asshole, again to the hilt. They pound into you with heedless abandon, assuming that they are hurting or possibly even killing you. But the joke is on them. With each long pounding stroke you can feel your magic charging, and your wounds closing. The pleasure is intense, so rough is their lovemaking, and you savor in it. They fuck you like this for a while, your magic now fully charged, when one of them reveals their intentions. He bites the back of your neck savagely, to sever your spine, which he surely would have done if it were not for the magic flowing through you, healing you now nearly instantly. Pulling back in surprise as the wound closes in front of him, he yanks his now spent cock from your ass, his seed bursting out as he bit. The fourth is on you in a flash and his attack is much more dangerous. For a brief second you are sure he is simply going to replace his friend and fuck you up the ass as the pressure against your recently fucked asshole begins. However this isn't so, and you hear them begin to laugh as he works the long pole with a rather sharp head deeper and deeper into your body. “We will roast her on the spit boys.” He laughs with his deep growling voice, but he waits for his buddies to finish spraying their seed into you before he continues pushing while they hold you still, till the tip of the long spear impossibly and horrifyingly follows his cock out of your mouth completely impaling you from ass to mouth. “These demons are hard to kill aren't they.” Laughing he hoists you up with powerful arms and they truss up your hands and feet to your sides till you are little more than a piggie on a spit ready for the roaring fire you see the fourth must have built while they were fucking you.
'So this is how I die again?' You can't help but think as you are put on something that holds you above the fire, and one of them begins to turn you slowly while another pulls out what you are pretty sure is butter or some other animal fat and begins to pour it all over you. As the next few minutes pass you can't help but admit the smell is rather nice, till it sinks in that the smell is most likely you. But the fucking you received is still providing you with the necessary healing, plus your fire resistance, that while you are rather uncomfortable, the whole thing isn't painful, exactly, and is just weird and kinky enough that you can still feel your little cunt is moist with anticipation of what is to come. But as time slowly flows that feeling begins to wain and dread seeps in as your mind grasps just how deadly of a position you find yourself. 'How to get free?' You ask yourself.
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