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Mimi and Callum stood together, frozen, staring at the trio of grinning Watchmen. The Goblin broke first, giving her arm a rough tug to try and escape the red headed human’s grasp and the danger she sensed was fast approaching. This brought Callum around, the man scowling at her and gripping her bicep harder, holding her in place.
“Sir, that’s not necessary…” The junior Watch Officer began, wrestling Mimi to a standstill. He gave her another warning glare, and then turned a suddenly quizzical expression on his superiors. “Also… you should be off duty, shouldn’t you, Sir?”
“Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, Callum.” One of the Watchmen growled, his grin broad and hideous. He made Mimi’s skin crawl.
The Captain raised a hand to silence his subordinate before looking down at Callum. His features were soothing, reassuring, the look he gave practiced and calculated. “Now son, I know you got a soft spot for that little lady. I worry you might not be able to handle her. We don’t want a repeat of the last time you brought her in.”
Callum flinched at that, and Mimi felt her stomach churn. He couldn’t be considering handing her over. Everything about these men warned her of impending doom. Could he ever have truly cared for her if he was willing to just toss her into the jaws of these beasts?
Her gaze snapped upwards. The men were awash in illumination. She could pick out every detail of their rumpled uniforms, and even a few letters engraved on their badges. The moon was only half full, but the night was a clear one.
She took a deep, steadying breath. It was a guess, but one she was certain she was right about. She squared herself in Callum’s grasp and waved her hands together, collecting the lunar energies bearing down on the street. The Watchmen across from her bristled, but the redhead holding onto her was not fast enough to stop her.
“Change!” She cried out, holding out a hand. The moonlight flared around them, and then there were snarls and howls.
Before them, the Captain and his lackeys blossomed in a grisly fashion. Their forms twisted and grew, tendons and bones snapping as they shifted and reformed . Black, gray and brown hair sprouted from their bodies, bursting out around their uniforms, which suddenly strained to contain them. They pitched forward with the agony of the unexpected transformation, most likely not their first of the night, and when they came up their crooning calls echoed off the buildings and split the night air.
The Werewolves looked upon Callum and Mimi with burning hatred in their eyes. The Captain fought to get one foot under him, while his companions lingered on all fours. They were ready to pounce, ready to rip the interloping Goblin girl to pieces. Their leader, all black, broader and more menacing than the both of them, held them back with a harsh barking noise and the baring of his teeth. “Callum.” The Captain boomed, pushing himself up to unsteadily rise onto his hind legs. His boxy, slavering snout snapped, sending a strand of drool down to the ground. “Back to the station, son.” His voice sounded like it was bubbling up through mud. “She’s ours.”
Callum stood stock still, his eyes bulging out of his head. Once again it was all up to Mimi. She extended her hand and felt more magic flow from her fingers. She felt the first touch of fatigue but pushed through it. There was no time for exhaustion now, no matter how much casting she had done today.
An explosion of Fungal blooms rippled across the cobblestones under the wolves, followed by hundreds of mycelium tendrils snaking up their forms. The two in back howled in rage, thrashing and rolling. They remembered the spell, and felt their loathing only build at its reappearance. Thankfully, their flailing only increased the surface area the mushroom vines had to catch. They were dragged down to the earth and forced flat to the ground.
“Go to the Rusted Hilt! Grab everyone you can! We need silver weapons! There’s Wolfsbane in my herbs at my inn! Hurry!” Mimi shrieked at Callum, who turned to look at her with saucer-sized eyes. He seemed not to comprehend what she was saying for an instant, but then nodded and opened his mouth to speak.
Then he disappeared from Mimi’s view. The world was rushing by. Vaguely the little Goblin processed impact on her front, a feeling of weightlessness, but then her back struck brick and everything flashed white. When she came to, she was looking up into the drooling maw of the Captain, who was snarling inches from her face.
She could smell copper on his breath. Blood.
“You little fucking trollop. How fucking dare you.” He thundered. Mimi’s head lolled to the side as she blinked. There was movement, Callum running. Unimportant. Her focus returned to keeping her spell from fading. She could sense the fighting of the other wolves. She had to let the human watchman get away if she was to have any chance.
Even then, those chances were slim.
The black wolf shook her to get her attention. She could feel her fangs rattling in her head at his roughness. She was so dazed she forgot to be afraid for an instant, and she felt her core tensing and her thighs press together. In different circumstances, this could have been ideal.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done! Who you’re fucking with!” The Captain demanded, a second hand raising up to encircle the Goblin’s throat.
Mimi kicked and coughed, fighting to keep down panic. She patted one of his hands, and opened her mouth as though to speak. The Wolf looked at her with his flashing red eyes, but was baffled enough to ease off, to let her dig herself even deeper into her predicament.
“You’re hurting people.” She croaked, wincing. She could feel one of his fellows about to come free of the lashing fungal vines.
The lead Wolf barked, letting out a cruel, twisted laugh. He dragged her up the wall behind her, her feet dangling limply beneath her. “We killed whores. People? Ha!” He sniffed the air and licked his chops, his canine lips pulled back over massive fangs as he leaned closer still. “I can smell their degeneracy on you.”
Mimi cried out and rasped, collecting all the breath she could manage. She called on the crisp night air and the steady silver moonlight to suffuse her words and will, and in an imperious tone she commanded: “Lick my cunt!”
A full body shiver worked its way through the wolf man holding her. He blinked, twitched, relaxed, and then broke the enchantment with a growl, his hackles raising and his teeth flashing in the dim light. “What the fuck did you just say?!”
Mimi coughed, squirmed and gripped the fingers around her throat, lifting herself up in the vice-like grip so that she could breathe and speak. “You’re just a bunch of assholes who can’t handle your own fucking animal impulses. You get grossed out by your own fucking erections and make it everyone else’s fucking problem!” She accused, her words striking the perturbed Werewolf like a silver cudgel. “Well if you’re gonna make that
my
problem, here’s how We’re gonna solve it! Lick. My. Cunt!”
She felt the tethering mycelium snap and break and let the spell dissolve away, collecting all the spent focus and intention and filling her words once more. They washed over the Lupine face before her, working their way into his psyche. She watched the man rise and growl menacingly down at her, wincing and accepting the casting’s failure, as well as her imminent demise.
Then she was rushing through the air once more. The Captain had caught her ankle and let her swing downwards under her own weight. She yelped as he caught her other leg, her face bouncing off the beast’s abdomen as he set to spreading her. Soon her legs were painfully stretched, and her skirts flipped down over her ass and belly, baring her smooth green cunt to the night air.
“Slut!” The wolf boomed, before his long flat tongue lapped out over her sex. Mimi gasped and wriggled, pawing fruitlessly at the beast’s belly and feeling blood quickly building in her head while heat started welling in her cunt. She allowed herself the barest bit of grim satisfaction as she watched a bulge pull at his straining pants, but that was quickly subsumed by pleasure and panic.
“Chief!” A snarling voice rose, the clack of claws on the pavement approaching. The Goblin druid chirped fearfully as the brown wolf rounded on her vulnerable form. He stood before his Captain, and thus behind the Goblin, out of her sight as he sniffed the air with dissatisfaction.
“Get your cock out!” She shouted at the newcomer, before the wolf could break his leader out of his escorcelment. In her rush, she barely remembered to coat her words with the dominating properties of her druidic magic. Thankfully, this wolf was not nearly so strong-willed as his Captain. No surprise there.
“Fuck yes!” He huffed, needing no further cajoling or commanding. He fought with his belt buttons, claws proving ill suited to the task. At last he sank his digits into the leather strap and shredded it, pulling it apart with hardly a hint of resistance.
Mimi tried to crane her neck back around to see, but found her ankles gripped tighter, and a thick tongue sunk directly into her sex when it seemed she might be trying to wriggle away. She yelped and curled in on herself, then yelped again when her hair was snatched and pulled down, back, and then up. She was gazing straight at the cobbles, and then the twisting continued, her spine contorted into a stressful arch, curled outward until her eyes, which had been locked on the Captain’s crotch, now came eye to eye with the lap of his lackey.
She gasped when she saw the ruby red cock bobbing just under her nose, already so full and fat with arousal. It was tapered in a fashion that reminded her in a flash of her Crocodilian, but that was largely where the similarity ended. From the tip, it quickly filled out, and then bulged above the base with two enormous glans that were pulsing, engorging, and then shrinking back, before it narrowed again and terminated in a thick, furry sheath.
“Open up, tart.” The Wolf growled, clawed fingers gripping the girl’s head. She felt a pang of fear shoot through her, but did as she was bid, letting her mouth gape wide as his hips bucked forward.
She let out a wet gulping sound as the throbbing meat plowed over her tongue and struck the entrance to her throat. He hitched back and thrust again, this time pulverizing the roof of her mouth. He filled her with a burst of salty-sweet lubrication that coated the inside of her cheeks and began to dribble out past her lips.
The Goblin shut her eyes to the intensity of it all. The sheer athleticism this carnal feat required was not something she’d prepared herself for. She felt a pang of pride within her at having managed it. She was congratulating herself prematurely.
The tongue inside her slithered free and then lapped powerfully and insistently over her clit. A shudder ran through her body and ended in a muffled shout that unfortunately relaxed her throat. This was the opening the brute in front of her required, and with a savage push forward, he slammed his cock home down, no up, her gullet.
Her exclamation became a gurgling sputter as the wolf embedded himself inside her. His knot smashed against, and then into her mouth, stretching her jaw wide. On instinct she fought to fold her lips over her fangs, tasting hints of copper as her teeth wore away at the soft inner flesh. She could not hold for long, her lips unfurling as the beast pressed on and on, hammering her until an eruption of sticky spittle burst out, matting the fur of his pelvis.
At first her arms had flailed and swung, lashing out with tiny fists, but there was no leverage to her blows. Even bracing both hands against the Lycan before her gave her no recourse to push him away. Now her limbs simply swung limp below her, useless as she was helplessly pleasured and used. This lasted until the third of their number arrived, hulking and huffing, glaring down at her with malevolent intent.
True terror bloomed in the Goblin’s heart at that moment, both arms swinging up to hammer the legs in front of her. This beast was not under her thrall, and with her face stuffed with wolf cock, there was no way to cast upon him. Her heart set to hammering its way through her ribcage when she felt one of her wrists grabbed roughly and pulled aside.
She thought for certain she would be torn apart, rent asunder with her cunt full of lupine tongue and her torso discarded. It came as a shock to her then, when without prompting or command, the last of the wolves placed her plump little fingers upon his bared cock.
All questions were physically forced from her head with another brutal thrust. The monster in front of her redoubled his grip on her skull and shoved her down until, with a wet, inverted popping noise, his knot fully filled her mouth. She let out a drowned scream as the shaft of his cock bulged her neck, the tip tickling her collarbone from the inside.
Her eyes, bloodshot and filled with tears, crossed, and her entire body clenched down. It took her a long moment to come to her senses, which even then were largely overwhelmed by the incessant stirring of her gullet by the engorged meat inside her. Her hand was gripping the member she had been offered as tightly as it could, and the wolf was pumping himself desperately against her palm.
She dangled there, yellow eyes bulging every time the brown furred throat-fucker took her with an especially forceful stroke. She was able to breathe only in sputtering snorts which filled her nostrils with as much drool as air. The asphyxiation heightened everything and made her pulse flutter. When her body reminded her that her cunt was still being greedily devoured, she nearly climaxed then and there.
Slowly, carefully, with aching effort she pushed and pulled herself, adjusting her position in the grasp of her assailants. She did her best not to look like she was trying to escape, simply bracing her gushing sex against the snout between her thighs, and opening her mouth just so. Her fangs began to prickle the cock inside her mouth if he bucked too fiercely or too high, and his pistoning, pumping thrusts began to grow more measured and smooth.
Mimi finally found her position sustainable, and set to work. She gulped and swallowed around the length in her throat, her tongue lavishing the swollen orbs in her mouth with attention, if not affection. Her hand as well began to stroke and move up and down the length to her side, while her free mitt extended out to stroke the Captain’s all too obvious bulge. This last attempt was hubris with her spine still pulled into a reversed “C” shape. She dropped it after a few futile attempts that had her ineffectually batting at the wet fabric constraining the alpha wolf’s rod. Instead she reached out to pet and palpate the furry balls of the lycanthropic bastard battering her gullet. With her eyes lidded and her lungs still burning, she desperately hoped that she could coax him through cumming, and free her from his overpowering assault.
The good news was she managed it. This was also the bad news.
The Goblin’s eyes bulged as the knot inside her mouth grew and grew, locking the cock down her throat as it too engorged. A hideous retch sounded as the first shot of wolf cum blasted into her stomach, against the pull of gravity. She hung, feeling a heartbeat behind her eyes and in her ears, not certain if it was her own, or if it was that of the shaft buried up her neck.
She gurgled and groaned, her eyes unfocusing, rolling, first towards each other and then into the back of her head as a second surge stretched her already bulging throat. She twitched, swallowed, choked, and then spasmed as thick ropes of the gooey substance shot past her lips and out of her nostrils. She had to shut her running eyes quickly, lest the strands fall and crash into them. She hung limp for a long moment, much of her weight supported on the shuddering cock inside her mouth, the hands gripping her ankles doing nothing but keeping her aloft. She began to shake after another moment, and in growing panic at last flexed her jaw. Her fangs grazed the enormous glans of the werewolf’s knot, and he began to shrivel much faster, letting in room for air. The Captain had not stopped assaulting her with his drooling tongue for an instant, and she felt a pool of pleasure build up inside her once again. It knocked her senseless, just as the bastard in front of her was beginning to pull free. She was distracted only an instant when the full withdrawal drew with it a cascade of frothing throat slime, which hit the ground beneath her with a wet slap.
Then all of her attention was on her aching cunt again. She screwed her eyes tight, clenched her interior muscles and batted irritably at the last Wolf’s cock when he tried to forlornly push it into her mouth. She was right on the edge, at the very bleeding crest of a climax and then…
She came. She came screaming and jerking forward, her head slamming into the Captain’s abdomen as every muscle in her body fired off at once. She didn’t think she’d ever had an orgasm so powerful in her life, and had no time to decide if it was the peril, the challenge, or simply the blood pooling in her inverted brain that had done the trick. “Fuck me!” She shrieked.
She certainly did not consciously cast her thrall out onto the Werewolves. If she meant to enchant them, it had been an accident, but even if they were completely beyond her influence, they rushed to obey. The Captain grabbed one of her wrists, dangling her from one leg, and then flipped her back upright.
Her vision went pitch black for a moment, and returned to her in spots. The pressure in her head shot to her extremities, and then slowly leveled back off, and when it did, she found herself straddling the Captain, her vest ripped asunder and her nipples peaked and hard. The Wolf she had drained crouched apart from the pair, plucking roughly at her little green peaks. She had lost track of the last of their number.
The ground beneath her lurched upwards and she gave a pained shout, feeling canine cock split her petals and then bury deep inside her. She took a steadying breath as she nearly fell forward, bracing her small hands on the plush, carpeted expanse of the lead beast’s chest. She was dripping wet, and he was not the largest monster she had taken. She felt her body adjust, her inner walls beginning to soothe themselves until the knot pressed forcefully against her entrance.
“Shit! Fuck! Gruddlesnark! Trollop!” She cursed, lapsing in and out of Goblin as she hunched inwards. The bulging root of the cock was being fed into her, bit by bit, and then slammed roughly into place as the final Wolf took his spot behind her. Clawed hands took her by the hips and shunted her into place as he pressed in on his knees.
Mimi saw white, and didn’t realize the ringing in her ears was her own screaming for several uninterrupted seconds. She settled and shivered, letting the pain work through her as her resilient little body was stretched to what she had to believe were her limits. She felt so unbelievably full, with the knot crushing her spot into her pelvic bone, while the rest of the shaft pumped and stirred her depths.
She almost collapsed atop the Captain, but the crouching, spent wolf beside her caught her by the throat and kept her upright. She was hyperventilating, trying to regain the rhythm of her breathing when she felt a slimy, tapered tip press against her as yet unspoiled pucker. Fresh panic shot through her as she felt it pressing insistently forward.
“Oh gods! This isn’t how-!” She started, but lost the thought midway through the new-new record holder for “Most Intense Orgam of Her Life.” Anal sex had always intrigued and worried her. She had expected pain, and as the lupine length drove deep into her, there was certainly a measure of that. What she had truly not expected, was just how eager her body would be for the sensation.
The last Wolf was a fair bit smaller than the other two, which Mimi would in the future look back on as a miraculous spot of luck. Even so, he compressed everything inside her, crushing her anal walls into her overstuffed cunt. There was no more space in her tiny body, and with a strangled noise she felt a powerful jet of pleasure rip from her body in a spray of liquid. She marked the Captain beneath her as her body once again began to convulse, going from limp to rigid and back over and over again.
Clawed fingers filled her mouth and dug at her inner cheek and molars. The diminutive woman gagged and gurgled as the digits hooked inside her, sending strands of drool and residual semen falling freely down onto the wolf below. Her lolling head was snapped back into the force of his thrusts. Mercifully, he stopped dead at the knot rather than trying to ram it home.
Together the two wolves sawed in and out of her, grinding and smashing into each other inside her body. She wailed and took them, never more than half conscious. She perceived little to nothing of the world, her eyes rolling or shutting tight as the building pressure deep within grew and grew and grew.
She was on the verge of losing herself when her eyes snapped open and caught the hateful glare of the last, and already spent werewolf. She gasped and shifted her body as he stalked closer, trying to gather up what remained of her dignity and willpower. He crouched low before her, his ruby red cock twitching and drooling, still too limp to take her again.
“We ought to kill her.” He announced to the others, his voice harsh and disgusted once more.
Mimi felt her overtaxed little heart spin back up at the threat. She did not have it in her to check if the wolves pummeling at her body were paying heed to the bloody suggestion or dismissing it. She simply gathered all her power and lurched forward, pulling the fingers painfully out of her mouth in the process.
“You aren’t going anywhere till you fill me up!” She insisted, her voice reverberating off the cobbles and between the stone edifices of the buildings all around. The effect was immediate, causing a punctuating scream to echo forth after her commandment. Both beasts picked up the pace, urgent and unstoppable. The Captain reached up to shove his crouching subordinate over, snarling as he did so.
The little Goblin felt like she was vibrating. Like she was floating. All the blood seemed to have gone out of her limbs and she moved as a single undulating, gelatinous tide. She moved as the wolves moved her, took what the wolves gave her, and suffered what they felt like inflicting. The only parts of her body that seemed extant were where their hands and claws gripped and dug into her flesh.
She wasn’t sure if she came again, and if she did, whether she came multiple times, or just the once without ceasing. It felt like her pleasure had struck a singularity that would go on and on for ages everlasting. That all changed when at last the monsters came.
Each let off within seconds of the other, a chain reaction that began with the timid wolf within her ass howling as he slammed forward a final time. The eruption of seed inside her tightest of spaces caused her cunt to clamp down hard, and the rest of her body to tense like a wound spring around the knotted cock within. The Captain joined the animalistic howl as boiling ropes of his seed burst against the girl’s womb. The pressure only built as the frothing tide backed up inside her, only to be stoppered in place by the pulsing glans at the root of the tapered shaft, sealing it all within.
All three of the deviants sagged into each other. As the howls dissipated, so did the wolves. They panted and wheezed, tongues lolling out of their slavering mouths. Silence fell upon the street at last, until there came the scrabble of claws on the cobbles, and the snapping jaws of the first sated wolf appeared before Mimi’s eyes.
“Alright.” He growled, reaching for Mimi’s throat, claws outstretched. “Now we kill it.”
His fingers had almost reached the exhausted Goblin’s form when there was a roar and he caught on fire. Screams turned to agonized yips as he jumped back, rolling across the street to try and extinguish himself. He had no luck. Several bolts of fire followed as he extricated himself, slamming into him with concussive force again and again. Mimi gave a sob as she saw Jesse’s familiar robes flutter in her periphery.
Next came a hideous gurgle as the Wolf in Mimi’s ass pulled away to try and find his feet, only to have a silver fork slammed home in his gullet. He clawed at his throat, but Tireena jammed the tines into the soft tissue again and again.
The Captain was snarling, squirming, trying to push up to a readied stance. Mimi gasped and wailed in agony as the knot locked inside her, keeping them together. With tears in her eyes and her body on the edge of collapse she rocked forward, pressing her palms into the furry chest and calling out to the night and the earth.
Mycelium chords wrapped themselves around the Captain’s arms, anchoring him to the ground as Paulus appeared above him, dropping to one knee. It seemed her friends had stopped at some villa, or well-off manor on their way. The Orc’s weapon belt glinted with gleaming cutlery, and the last thing Mimi saw before she passed out was a shining metal gravy boat brought down two handed into the Werewolf’s face.