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It's true! Character selection is based on suggestions made by Patrons at a certain tier level and then everyone gets to vote on who they wanna see join the fun. Anyway, time for more chapters! Enjoy!

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Chapter Twenty-Eight: Mikasa Ackerman

Mikasa Ackerman was no stranger to living in fear from impossible horrors. Her fear had worn away long before she’d found herself in the Necropolis. So when the bunker’s leaders had gone looking for volunteers to scout the city and look for supplies, she’d no hesitated to sign up. The bunker was well-stocked, but it wouldn’t remain so forever. If the survivors inside wanted to go on living, they would need to be resupplied. And if they ever wanted to find a means of effectively fighting back against the horde of nightmare creations stalking them, they would need to observe them in their natural habitat and seek out bigger and better weapons to fight them.

Keeping one eye on the batch of looters she’d taken out on a scavenging expedition and the other one potential threats, Mikasa felt the cold calmness that washed over her every time her life was on the line. Death did not scare her. She had higher priorities than survival. Specifically, keeping the rest of her party alive. So far, she’d not lost anyone on any of her expeditions. She counted that as a victory. This particular excursion hadn’t borne much in the way of useful materials. Some food, several bottles of water, and some engine parts that could be used to make repairs to the machinations within the bunker with a little augmentation. Their backpacks were hardly full, but a report had come in from another team that the monsters were restless. Mikasa didn’t want to risk staying out any longer.

Mikasa allowed herself a small sigh of relief as they arrived at the hidden entrance they’d use to leave the bunker. She cursed herself a moment later for allowing herself to relax even a little as the familiar screech of Hell Flyers cut through the air. She spun towards them, eyes narrowing to dangerous slits as she drew her sword. She saw the others tense up, panic filling their eyes. There wasn’t a fighter amongst them. They wouldn’t last long against the horrors. “Get inside,” she barked, readying her vertical maneuvering equipment. “I’ll hold them off.” When she spotted a couple of the looters hesitating, she waved a hand at them. “Go, dammit!”

Firing a grappling hook into the ledge of a nearby building, Mikasa shot forward into the air. The Hell Flyers shrieked and cackled, bat-like wings flapping with excitement as their prey surged towards them. Twisting her body to the side, she lashed out with her blade, grazing one creature’s thigh while snapping her foot up to bruise the other’s jaw and send its head shooting back. She spun in the air, detaching the wire from her first harpoon as her feet planted against the side of the building and launched her back towards the nearest demon. It swooped beneath her, narrowly avoiding being cleaved in half down the middle. Mikasa somersaulted and fired another harpoon into the building on the opposite end of the straight, swooping low enough that her boots nearly clipped the ground before swinging high into the air again.

Mikasa kept as much of her attention on the looting party as she could, wanting to make sure they got into the bunker safely. It wasn’t as simple as just opening the door. If it had been, the bunker would have been compromised almost immediately. Beyond the time it would take them to open the entryway, the passage was narrow enough that only one could squeeze through at a time. Mikasa swung and leapt through the Hell Flyers, taking swipes at them, focusing her attention more on keeping the things distracted than trying to kill them. If she could do both, all the better, but her first priority was to get everyone back to the bunker safely. A momentary lapse in focus left the side of her top sliced open from one Hell Flyer’s claws. The near strike stirred her anger.

Swinging high into the air, Mikasa looped around and let herself drop. A concussive thud shot through her crotch as she dropped onto the offending Hell Flyer’s back, straddling it like a horse. Its wings beat harder, struggling to remain in the air with her added weight. It brought its bony arms back, trying to claw her up and throw her aside. With her upper lip curling into a snarl, Mikasa brought the tip of her blade to the base of the Hell Flyer’s skull and shoved forward. With a pained yelp, the beast shuddered beneath her as her blade skewered its brain and exploded from its forehead. The thing’s wings flapped spastically for another moment before flopping lifelessly at its sides. She shot another harpoon into the nearest building and swung out from atop the dead creature as it dropped to the road below.

While Mikasa had been teaching the Hell Flyer to keep its claws to itself, the other had taken a dive towards the pair of survivors still waiting to squeeze into the bunker entrance. Mikasa reacted fast, launching a harpoon and swinging towards the airborne monstrosity. It had a decent head start on her, but she was confident she could catch up. She had to. Firing the gas mechanism in her suit, she launched herself forward at a great speed, aware but uncaring of the fact that if she missed her target, she’d wind up faceplanting into the asphalt at a great enough speed to shatter every bone in her head.

Just before Mikasa reached the Hell Flyer, the creature suddenly shifted, twisting around to face her. The girl’s eyes widened, realizing that she’d fallen right into its trap. One of its clawed feet came up and caught her just beneath the chin. Her head snapped back, body flipping over in the air. She hit the ground ass first, bruising her posterior and skidding across the road a few feet before slumping there. Mikasa shook off the kick and the dull pain radiating up through her ass and rolled onto her feet, launching herself back into the air. She’d lost the momentum and rhythm of battle, but she was determined to get it back.

The Hell Flyer, emboldened by the success of its trap, took full advantage of Mikasa’s disorientation, evading her strikes and forcing her to fire harpoon after harpoon in an attempt to keep up with it. The beast occasionally took swipes at the survivors below to further throw her off guard. Flustered by the Hell Flyer’s seemingly sporadic attacks and feints, Mikasa didn’t notice the thing snagging the wires she’d left in her wake until it was too late. She let out an angry yell as one of the wires looped around her ankle, bringing an end to her forward momentum. Her body spun forward dangling for a moment before the Hell Flyer shoved one of her spent harpoons through her palm, threading her flesh and leaving her suspended from the wires in a tangled mess.

After looping a few more wires around Mikasa’s limbs and torso, the Hell Flyer moved in closer. It perched on her lower back and let out a triumphant shriek, stretching its wings out proudly as its fleshy member stiffened. Mikasa struggled as best she could within the wires, but they were too tightly drawn to allow her much in the way of movement. The Hell Flyer enjoyed her struggles, dragging its claws over her outfit and slowly tearing it away. Fear of humiliation and death remained elusive for Mikasa. She turned her attention to the hatchway leading into the bunker. Only one survivor remained. She’d very nearly succeeded in her mission to keep them safe.

Frustration ate away at Mikasa as she saw the survivor hanging back, fearful eyes fixed on her suspended form. The survivor’s fear wasn’t for herself, but for Mikasa. The woman wanted to try to help her. “Go!” Mikasa yelled down at her, uncomfortably aware of one of the Hell Flyer’s claws cupping one of her pert breasts. “Get inside! Saber’s guarding this entryway! Tell her what’s happening, let her handle it!” The survivor made a move towards the hatch but still hesitated. “Just go, damn you!” Mikasa felt relief as the woman finally obeyed, disappearing into the hatchway. She doubted Saber would make it back in time to save her, but perhaps the woman could get some revenge for her.

The Hell Flyer took no notice of the last survivor getting away. Its mission had been to track the pack of survivors back to their bunker, to find how they were getting in and out of the city. That mission was a success. Trapping Mikasa was simply a delightful bonus. Being outside of the bunker made her fair game as far as Kerrigan’s Child was concerned. Bringing its claws back around, the Hell Flyer scooted back to dig its clawed toes into the toned muscle of the young woman’s powerful thighs and pried her firm buttocks apart. Guiding the tip of its member to her anus, the beast bucked forward with merciless force, skewering the orifice and drawing a grunt of discomfort from Mikasa’s lips.

Mikasa cringed as the Hell Flyer hammered deeper into her bowels, clutching at her hips for optimum leverage. She kept her eyes fixed on the bunker hatchway, thankful that the last survivor had at least been clear headed enough to close the passage behind her. Just because she didn’t fear death didn’t mean she wished for it. She silently hoped to see Saber emerge from the hatchway, ready and able to slaughter the beast violating her before it grew tired of playing with her body. Being violated by the beast was far from pleasant, but it was something she knew she could overcome if she was given enough time. She could use it to fuel her in the ongoing fight against the monstrosities.

Her line of sight with the hatchway was blocked out as another of the Hell Flyers swooped down in front of her. Its stiff, leathery prick smacked against her cheeks, dragging hot, sticky pre-cum across her skin. The sulfuric stench of its leakage caused her to gag and the creature took full advantage of her parted lips, shoving its rough member into her mouth. The taste of its pre-cum was even worse than the smell. Tears sprang to Mikasa’s eyes as her throat and nasal cavities burned with barely contained bile. The creature hugged the back of her head firmly, humping down her throat with quick thrusts.

Mikasa’s tangled form swayed back and forth within the criss-crossing wires stretching between the buildings. Blood dribbled from the punctured skin of her thighs, rolling around her legs and dripping to the ground below. Saliva drained down her chin, stretching in stringy lines downwards. The Hell Flyer riding her back slammed its full length up her ass, its balls slapping against the smooth slit of her cunt. Her nipples stood at firm attention, stimulated by the cool night air and the sexual assault. The cock invading her throat was thin enough that she could still breathe more or less, but her nostrils flared each time she sucked in air. The two Hell Flyers cackled out their satisfaction as they stuffed the young woman at both ends.

The Hell Flyer fucking Mikasa’s face flapped its wings harder, maintaining its tight grip on her head as it flew to the side. She groaned as her head was forced to turn along with the creature. With her head turned to the side, the beast stretched a leg out to plant its foot against the top of her shoulder, partially landing and giving its tired wings a chance to rest. A pressure built within Mikasa’s neck as she was forced to keep her head cocked to the side awkwardly. She winced as the Hell Flyer fucking her ass reached around to drag its claws across her toned abs, leaving a series of deep gouges through her skin that added to the drizzle of bloody rain spattering across the asphalt.

The claws digging into Mikasa’s shoulder tightened, puncturing her skin and scrapping against bone. She was given only a moment to experience that pain before the Hell Flyer kicked out with its leg and beat its wings frantically. Her eyes bulged as her head turned well beyond the point it was meant to. Her neck snapped, numbing her body. Skin stretched obscenely as her head was forced to turn until it sat backwards on her body. Her esophagus gripped the Hell Flyer’s pumping prick even tighter as it twisted around the fleshy member. Cut off from her brain, Mikasa’s body jerked wildly within her bindings, humping her ass up to meet the thrusts of the creature hammering its way into her bowels. Urine gushed from her crotch, splashing over the Hell Flyer’s testicles.

The tightness of Mikasa’s twisted throat teased the Hell Flyer to climax. It pulled back just far enough to pop its head free of her rotated neck and let its steaming cum spray the inside of the young woman’s mouth. There was still enough life left in Mikasa that she tasted the putrid seed flowing over her weakly fluttering tongue. It overflowed her mouth and drained across her cheeks and chin. It was only just as the darkness of death greeted her that she felt the fear of nonexistence. Her wide eyes blinked, allowing the tears sparkling in them to break free and roll down her face, before losing focus and growing dim. The Hell Flyer poured the remainder of its loud into her mouth before pulling free and slapping his softening prick against her forehead a few times.

Although Mikasa was quite dead, the Hell Flyer responsible for stealing her life wasn’t finished with her. It tightened its claws into her scalp and planted its feet on her shoulders. With a howl of triumph, it launched from her body, ripping her head away with a fleshy shredding sound. Blood drained listlessly from the stump as it took to the air, hoisting the young woman’s head above it like a trophy. The Hell Flyer fucking Mikasa’s ass giggled as it watched its companion take a few victory laps through the alley. It dug its claws deeper into the young woman’s belly, ripping her open and letting her steaming innards spill free from her. Lengths of intestine dangled beneath Mikasa, some of them becoming entangled in the wires that had trapped her so effectively.

When the Hell Flyer clutching Mikasa’s head completed its third circuit of the alley, it cocked its arms back and flung the girl’s head towards the ground. Mikasa’s head hit the ground hard, exploding into a spray of brains, blood, and bone. The mushy pile left behind was unrecognizable with the exception of a single eye that had managed to escape destruction. The Hell Flyer was quick to swoop down and snatch the eye up, shove it into its mouth, and chew it into a deflated morsel. The creature purred as the ocular fluid drained down the back of its throat, followed shortly after by the thoroughly chewed eye sac.

The Hell Flyer still riding Mikasa’s corpse filled the dead girl’s bowels with his seed. Prying free of her loosened asshole, it took flight, joining its companion in the victory laps and screeching out a call to other Hell Flyers in the vicinity. Soon Mikasa’s dangling corpse became busy with several of the creatures, used as a fuckable perch for them to enjoy. They raped her holes and chewed the flesh from her bones, turning the once noble warrior into a grisly reminder of what could happen to even the most skilled fighters when they faced the horrors of the Necropolis.

Miles away, but closer than the survivors would have liked, Kerrigan’s Child smiled. She’d discovered one entry point for the bunker. The Hell Flyers had been brash to reveal their presence to the survivors, but it was only the mildest of hiccups. Now that they knew the entrance had been compromised, the survivors would no doubt focus their defenses on that point. All she needed was to discover a few more entryways and the assault could begin. Stretching out psychically, her smile became a wicked grin. Those entrances had already been found. Now they simply had to be secured.