Dungeon Crawl: Barbarian

The Barbarian Orc grew tireless, desperate to fight her way free from the deadly dungeon. With the death of their companions, the Wood Elf and the Orc were unable to cooperate. With no healer to patch the Orc's wound's each fight drew her closer and closer to death. When faced by a Acidic Demon Knight Patriarch, she assumed even in her weak state, the monster would prove no match with the Archer's support. Unfortunately, the Elf was nowhere to be found. The door ahead slammed down as the Archer passed through, leaving the Orc behind. The Demon's broodling's supported it's battle. The moment the Orc struck down the first adolescent demon, the father charged in rage. One slash struck her axe in two, cleaving across her chest. It would have been enough, but the monster's rage refused to cease. Holding her down, it repeatedly slashed across her torso, cleaving her in two between her breasts across the ribs. It dragged her halves to it's den, the broodlings following.
The Matriarch had just laid the last egg, in no mood to pleasure her husband. Instead, the Patriarch made use of it's fresh green sex toy. It took her lower half, the orc's lungs and organs exposed. Gripping her attached arm, the demon's erection pierced down into her lungs, crushing her organs. It's acidic precum gooified her insides, forming an almost soothing warm lube. It's cock pierced through her stomach, the skin weakened by the acid.
Two of the elder broodlings had already reached sexual maturity, their skin still pale and acidic fluids not yet developed. The eldest child thrust into her open sternum of her upper half, cushioned by the fat in her breast. The tip of the erection pushed out against her breast as milk began to lactate. The younger of the two craved to feel the warmth of her dead mouth, but her fangs blocked his penetration. Instead, it dug it's claw into the back of her cranium. It's cock was immersed in her warm blood as it used her skull as a fleshlight.
The orc's corpse would be used to feed the hatchlings, her muscles providing a good source of nutrients. Ironically, the orc died the way she lived, slashing and maiming in furious wrath.


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The elf archer alone would have to face the Dungeon's terrors alone. Will she survive? Of course not.






>>4732
Tracer's been planned, just haven't had the inspiration to do it yet.