Ambitions Cut Short
Charlotte, Fire Emblem Fates
Non-con, Monster, large object insertion.
My first attempt at writing guro/snuff, edited to fix the tense issues there when I initially posted.

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She has beaten one with her bare hands before, but this particular Faceless simply would not go down. Charlotte has hit it time and time again, but it seemed to have insane durability. Honestly, she is impressed. Not much can survive a blow from her at her best, yet this faceless keeps coming back for more.

"I'll rip you in half!" she exclaims, tired of dealing with the monster. Charlotte prepares what she hopes will be a final hit, taking the beast out for good. She leaps at the monstrosity, swinging with all her might. And she lands the blow! She breathes a sigh of relief, as she sees the Faceless drop.

Then, the warrior woman pauses to catch her breath. The fight has been rough, and she isn't sure she could handle much more of it. Suddenly, her back explodes in pain, and she flies forward, slamming into the ground.

The blonde groans in pain and surprise, and turns back to look at her attacker. A second Faceless looms over her, even larger than the first, and Charlotte desperately tries to gain her feet. She doesn't want to think about what such a foul creature will do to her, if she can't fight it off.

She scrambles, trying to push herself up, but the monster slams its fist into the back of her head. The force sends her face-first into the muddy earth, and she lays dazed for a moment. Finally, she regains her senses and starts trying to rise once more.

But before she can stand, it is upon her. She feels its surprisingly warm hands lock around her wrists, pinning them down to the ground, then feels its weight press against her. She urgently tries all she can to break free. Despite her shocking strength, however, no amount of kicking, tugging, or squirming loosens its hold on her.

"Help," she cries out, desperately. "I can't handle this thing!" she clings to her facade, even when there is little chance someone will hear her. Suddenly, one wrist is freed, but before she can push herself up or find a grip on the monster, she feels its fist slam into her head, followed by another impact with the ground.

Her vision swims with stars, and the pain is unbearable. She is too dazed to notice her hands are free, and the weight that forces her down lessens. By the time she gains her senses, however, her wrists are held once more, and the weight is back. Yet, somehow, it is different. It takes her a moment to realize the Faceless has brought out something she didn't even know it has.

A large, hot cock is pressed against her ass, as the monstrosity presses its weight onto her. It hasn't removed her bottoms, luckily, so she iss not yet exposed to the beast. It is shocking and disturbing that the Faceless (at least this one) still has the equipment to begin with. The Faceless pulls back, lining its member up with her ass and pressing its way between her cheeks. It begins to grind itself against her, and she grunts in surprise.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asks. "I'm going to destroy you for this!" but her threats fall on deaf ears. The Faceless simply continues thrusting itself against her, and she feels the huge cock rub into her. It feels strange, as the heat of it rubs against her ass as with each thrust, but it is not entirely unpleasant.

Suddenly, it speeds up. It takes her a moment to notice, but once she does, she cries out in protest. "Don't even think about it! I won't have you shooting that all over," she begins, but already the globs of the beast's hot come are shooting all over her back, some even propelled all the way into her beautiful blonde hair. "me." she finishes, then groans in disgust. The smell of the semen is cloying, and overwhelming, and Charlotte can't believe the Faceless are even capable of this.

After it finishes, it rests for a moment, recovering from its climax. Then, it rises. Charlotte whirls to her feet, and turns to face the monstrosity. Gods, it is huge, even for a Faceless. And that isn't even mentioning the massive cock that is still just as hard as it has been when it first started grinding it against her. She wants to fight back, to tear the thing apart, but as it has its way with her, a crowd of Faceless has advanced on her. It seems the abominations have some sort of pecking order, as they were content to wait until the hulking one that has claimed her is finished before they made any sort of move.

Charlotte's mind races. Despite all of her flirting, she has not done much with men before. When her efforts went truly unnoticed, she has done a little...extra work, to bring a few stubborn men around. She has stroked men off, and she has sucked men off. But this Faceless is no man, and it seems determined to use her body. It begins to take a few tentative steps towards her, and lifts its arms up, as if it is planning to grab her. Instead of resisting, Charlotte has a different idea. Before it can grab her, she drops to her knees, and begins to crawl towards the monster. It stops in confusion, as she kneels before it.

She reaches up, and before she can talk herself out of it, takes the Faceless' cock in one hand. She still marvels at how warm the creature is, she always assumed they were some sort of undead, and would have no heat to them whatsoever. Of course, she also assumed they would be...lacking, in certain areas. She begins to stroke, running her hand up and down the length of the beast's shaft, unable to wrap her hand around its entirety.

"If I make you feel real good, you'll go easy on me," the blonde asks, mostly talking to herself rather than the hulking monster. "Right, big guy? Maybe you'll even tell your friends to just let me walk out of here." That is a stretch, she knows. But perhaps some of her allies would find the group of Faceless in the time she is able to distract the creature, and she will be rescued.

So far, it seems to be content with her stroking. Eventually, she takes hold with both hands, and begins to stroke faster and harder. Using both her hands, she can encircle its girth, and grip it tightly, firmly as she strokes the length of the monster. She looks up at the curious mask, trying to use the hungry look that has driven the few men she has been with wild. But if her charms have any effect on the beast, she can't tell. Then, it grows bored. She feels its large, powerful hand grab the back of her head, fingers gripping her hair roughly, demolishing what curls haven't been ruined by the beast's seed earlier.

"No...please," she begins to beg, as the creature pushes her mouth toward its cock. "Don't make me do...that. I can't, I ju-" her protests are cut off suddenly, as she is forced onto the cock, being left with no choice but to take it into her mouth. It is massive, she has to stretch her jaw to fit even the tip in, and her complaints are soon nothing more than muffled gibberish.

With its massive hands tangled into her hair, gripping her head roughly, she can't fight as it forces its way into her, meeting momentary resistance as its tip hit the back of her throat. Yet the brutish creature only tilts the blonde's head, straightening her neck before forcing more of its length into her. Charlotte continues to groan, trying desperately to plead with the creature, for all the good it would do her. The beast only presses in further and further, until it has pushed down her throat completely. The blonde flails, striking the Faceless' legs, pressing against it, trying to pull herself off as she struggles for breath, but the monster's strength is too much for her. It's grip holds her down, as she feels her lungs begin to burn from the strain.

Finally, it is in her to its hilt. There is nothing more for her to take, and Charlotte can’t begin to express how thankful she is. She sputters around the massive cock, as her lungs scream out for her to breathe. If the monster stayed in her like this for much longer, she will be facing real trouble. But finally, finally, it begins to pull back. Once it is out enough for her to breathe, Charlotte sucks in air greedily, having to use her nose instead of her mouth. Sadly, she is not given much time. The Faceless thrusts back into her, luckily just as she breathes in, forcing Charlotte to hold what breath she has.

Then, it begins fucking her throat. It falls into a rhythm, quick and savage, as it slams into her throat over and over. At first, Charlotte tries to count how many times it thrusts into her, how many times she feels her neck stretch to accommodate it, and how many times it nearly gags her, causing her to cough and sputter around the massive member. It isn’t long before she loses count, as the monster shows no sign of slowing or stopping, and continues fucking her throat.

Just as Charlotte wonders how much more she can take, it finally slows, then seizes up, and she feels the massive cock twitch within her. She tries to pull away, to free herself, knowing what is to come, but can’t overpower the massive Faceless.

All her efforts earn her is a tighter grip on her hair, the monster tugging roughly as it comes. With its cock forced so far down her throat, its seed spills into her directly, the heat of its come filling her stomach. Were it not for the member still blocking her throat, Charlotte would likely retch up the hot, sticky substance, but the Faceless is so slow about pulling out that she can’t. And once it has pulled out, her only priority is sucking in as much air as she could. Her lungs still burn from the strain, but she finally feels some relief as she begins to come back to her senses. Of course, Charlotte is too exhausted, too distracted, to look around her.

Just as her panting begins to slow, she feels a massive fist slam against her head, sending her sprawling to the earth and dazing her once more. Before she can process what has happened, she feels another Faceless stripping the cloth of her bottoms off of her, leaving her bare. She tries to call out, to fight back, but is so exhausted and still trying to catch her breath, she can hardly muster any strength as she creature lifts her effortlessly.

“No…” she mutters, weakly, as it grabs her hips, turning her away from it. She can only look back, and watch, as it lines the tip of its cock up with her cunt. It is so big there is no way in hell she can take this! “Please! It’s… it’s too big! And I… I’ve never...”

Her pleas are as useless as before, though, as the monster presses the tip against her, rubbing it into the folds of her cunt. Then, she feels its grip tighten on her hips. It begins to pull her, forcing her onto its massive cock, and Charlotte can only cry out in pain as it stretches her. Her body practically screams for it to stop, and the blonde begins to kick and writhe, trying desperately to free herself. Of course, the beast has several hundred pounds on her, and only continues its inexorable progress. Each inch it penetrates is a new, personal hell, as it stretches her, threatening to tear her with how large it is.

All Charlotte can think of is how this would ruin everything. Who would want her, after this? After this monster ruined her, ravaged her? But soon, the pain blocks out any thought. Then, overwhelms her completely. She feels her mind strain to comprehend the pain she feels, before her vision begins to darken. With a pathetic whimper, she drifts into unconsciousness. But the Faceless continues its progress, until its cock is as deep as it can go. Then, it begins to fuck the unconscious fighter, her body limp, each thrust causing her limbs to sway as they dangle below her.

While she is out cold, another Faceless comes forward, and takes a position in front of her. It grabs her by the neck, lifting her up, and lines up her open mouth with the tip of its cock. Following the lead of its comrade, it pushes into her, filling her throat once more. The two monsters fuck her, suspending her on their cocks as they thrust in and out of her, pleasuring themselves with her unconscious body as if she were nothing more than a toy. Time passes, and she is passed between the horde, each member taking its time with her. Occasionally, she drifts back to consciousness, but the horror of her situation ensures it is never a long trip back to reality.

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It is impossible to say for how long this lasts, but Charlotte eventually comes to. When she does, it is quiet. The sounds of battle, and of the Faceless, have faded, and it seems she has been left behind. EIther that, or her allies have lost the fight as badly as she has. Regardless of what has happened, she finds herself alone, naked, and covered in the monster’s sticky come. The fighter is so sore she can hardly move, and looks down to see her body covered in scratches, bruises, and other injuries. She feels tears begin streaming down her face.

She feels absolutely ruined, and with no idea what she should do. But, at the very least, she is alive. Surely someone would come back to the battlefield, even if it is only to pick over what arms remained in the field. Hopefully she could bargain for some sort of help then…

But even as she thinks this, even as she allows herself some small sliver of hope, she feels the ground around her move. Charlotte lets out a choked sob, knowing exactly what the sound means. And sure enough, a Golem, a massive Stoneborn, rises up from the earth beside her, letting out an ear-shattering bellow.

Charlotte begins to crawl, desperately pulling herself away from the beast, but its reach is far too great. Its massive hand grabs her by the midsection, lifting her as if she were nothing more than a rag doll.
“P-Please…” she mutters, with hardly enough energy left to speak. “I don't… I want to live…”

The fingers that grip her clench, squeezing her experimentally. It hurt as the pressure builds, but just as she begins to wonder how much she can take, it stops. The golem drops her, letting her fall to the muddy earth. She lands on her back, the impact knocking the air from her lungs. She gasps, sucking in air, as she massive creature rears back its arm, hand balling into a fist.

“Gods, no!” she manages, before the fist crashes down into her midsection. Somehow, the blow does not end her, but it is enough to force Charlotte to retch. She rolls onto her side, and the come the faceless shot into her stomach splatters onto the muddy earth, along with blood and bile. She sobs, then, seeing no way out of this with her life intact.

Then, the golem lifts her once more. This time, its grip differs, with its middle finger between her legs, supporting her weight. Then, it shifts. The massive tip of its finger presses against her entrance.

“No. No, there's just… there's no way!” Charlotte pleads. “Y-you can't! It'll kill me!”

But the stone mask shows no compassion. Instead, it pushes. Charlotte feels blinding pain as the massive finger stretches her. Rips her is more like it, as the flesh of her folds cannot stretch enough to take it. Yet, it continues. Charlotte finds herself wishing she could pass out, wishing this agony would end, but somehow it is enough to keep her conscious. That is, until more than flesh stands in the way. Until her uterus has been pierced, torn through, and her hips halt the beast’s progress. Or, attempt to.

It pushes in, even harder than before, and Charlotte hears a sickening crunch. The pain is unimaginable, causing her eyes to lose focus, as her hips shatter, allowing the beast to press in further. Still, the massive finger pushes into her, by now blood pours from her, cascading down the monster’s digit. Charlotte can only stammer pathetic half-syllables, likely pleas for mercy cut down by the pain she feels, as the horror continues. It pulls out, causing her to gasp with relief, only to redouble its efforts, pushing even further, either sliding her organs out of the way, or crushing them. She feels a horrible squelching, sliding pain, as her intestines begin to slip past the finger, trailing out of her. She looks down in horror, seeing the horrifying sight of her own blood, her own body mangled as it falls out of her, and the unimaginable sight fades, slowly but surely, as she loses consciousness.

Though the blonde has no way of knowing, the desecration of her body doesn’t end there. The golem withdraws its finger from the ruins of her cunt, dropping her to the muddy earth. It then lifts its ragdoll once more, and begins forcing the finger down her throat. It is much too large for her, and before long, the flesh of her neck begins to stretch. By now, Charlotte’s body has given out. The poor, ambitious woman doesn’t feel the last of her life fade, as her neck ruptures, her jaw pops off, and her head splits in two, torn asunder by the massive digit.

Her ruined body is tossed aside, no longer any fun. Her jaw and the top of her head are split, left attached by only the barest remnants of her neck. Her legs, half torn from the stretching, end in a horrible sight, as her innards spill out of her. What’s left of the fighter is sure to turn heads, though this sort of attention won’t do her any good.