Mere moments of enduring the pressure of a choice that could greatly impact not only one person’s life, but the lives of everyone left in the group, gave Azura a good deal more sympathy for Baroness. Even conceding the fairly obvious point that Azula was too dangerous to take with them came with some doubtful hesitation. But that hadn’t been the question. Being the mistress of Azula’s ultimate fate was not a burden she wished to have, but it was one she could not turn away from. Is this the weight Corrin had to bear? How do I know what to decide? Azura was certain that she could never truly know, but a decision needed to be made in a timely manner. She struggled with it for a few moments longer before giving in to her heart over her head. “Exile her,” she said, wishing her voice sounded more confident than it did.

“You’re sure about that?” Baroness pressed. “I need you to be sure. I need you to be okay with it.”

Although she was giving her more time to decide, to change her mind, Azura could see the urgency in Baroness’s eyes. She truly must care if she’s willing to give me this time, she thought. Somehow, that helped her reaffirm her choice. She nodded. “Yes. It’s… I know it may not be the safest course of action for us, but I don’t feel right with simply killing her. Let her have a chance. She deserves that much, at least.”

Baroness’s face softened, appeared to be genuinely relieved. “I’ll be honest, I was hoping you’d say that,” she said, glancing to the scattered corpses littering the rooftop. “There’s been too many needless deaths already.” Internally, she wasn’t nearly as relieved. So much for giving Lola and Nena a chance to blow off some steam. I may need to find a way to make it up to them. The pair had been planning what they’d do to Azula once they had the woman subdued almost as soon as Baroness had recruited them. They were loyal enough to go along with her orders, but they wouldn’t be happy about it. “So here’s what we’ll do,” she continued. “Lola, Nena, and Mugino will keep her sedated with chloroform until we can get the others moving. We’ll leave her behind in the church. We know this location is reasonably secure, she should be safe long enough to wake up. Then she’ll be on her own, free to do what she likes.” Her face firmed. “But, Azura, you need to understand… if she comes after us… if she tries to achieve some form of revenge… we won’t have the benefit of making this choice a second time.”

Azura frowned, but nodded. “I understand. If it comes to that, we’ll do whatever we need to in order to protect ourselves and the others.” She looked down at Azula’s passive face. “I hope she can forgive us and simply leave us be.”

“I hope so, too,” Baroness agreed, knowing that Azula would not be given the chance to come after them. She slid an arm around Azura’s back, guiding her back towards the door leading into the church. “Come along. We need to inform the group about what’s happened and get them ready to move out.”

***

“This is bullshit,” Lola grumbled as she helped carry Azula’s unconscious, tightly bound form down the back stairs of the church. “What’s the point of taking over if we can’t even have any real fun?”

“Baroness needs Azura on our side,” Nena replied. “But I’m with you. All of this kid glove nonsense is getting ridiculous.”

“Exactly! What the fuck even good is she? Seriously, why do we need her? I can dance.” Lola smirked. “I can dance real good.”

“Because,” Mugino cut in. “Have you seen the way Baroness and the rest of us look? We don’t exactly inspire trust. Do you really think the others would go along with following her if she didn’t have someone like Azura on her side? Assuring everyone that she’s the woman we need guiding us?” She shifted her gaze to Lola. “Besides, as nice as your stripper moves might be, I doubt they possess the ability to restore vitality. And since she’s firmly on our side, we’ll get preferential treatment when it comes to her restorative dances.”

Lola narrowed her eyes at the woman. “Look, you’ve never had one of my lap dances before. Trust me, your vitality will be restored.”

“Maybe we can have a bit of fun with her before we leave her,’ Nena considered.

“And hang around out here while the others head out?” Lola shot back. “Not fucking likely.”

“We got to play with the last one,” Nena pressed. “Why not her?”

“Last time, we weren’t this deep into the city. We knew the area a bit better. We have no idea what’s lurking out here. Let’s just set her up and leave her. But mark my words, Baroness will find us someone else to have a bit of fun with. She may need that goody-two-shoes bitch to keep the peace, but she needs us even more.”

Having carried Azula a sufficient distance from the church, the trio dropped her outside of a fairly nondescript building, unaware that it had once been Kerrigan’s lair. They checked the ropes binding the woman, tugging the knots tight and ensuring she had no means of getting free. Mugino procured an egg timer, twisting the dial far enough to give them enough time to get away from the scene. She set the ticking timer next to Azula, just far enough away that the woman would not have an easy time of smashing the device. “That should bring something out to finish her off,” she remarked, glancing along the empty street. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

***

The jangle of the egg timer jerked Azula awake. She would have come up swinging if not for the ropes holding her arms behind her back. She blinked quickly, trying to shake the haze from her aching head, head darting to spot the source of the blaring noise. Her rattled mind took a moment to remember how badly things had gone on the church rooftop. She flexed her muscles, tried to bend the elements to her command, fought to spot Baroness somewhere around her. Azula’s efforts did nothing to help her. With one hand mangled and the other gone, her abilities were kept from her, she lacked the physical strength to break through the ropes, and – egg timer aside – she appeared to be alone. She shifted her efforts. The noise would attract monsters. Grunting, Azula twisted sideways and scooted closer to the device. She brought her bound feet into the air and stomped down in unison on top of the timer. The pitch of the clanging shifted as the plastic shell cracked, the dial popping free. Releasing a yell of anger, she stomped down again, crushing the device into a mess of cracked plastic and mangled metal. In the wake of the blaring noise, the silence pushed in on her from all sides, crushing the fear of her situation into her body.

With the most immediate problem handled, Azula turned her thoughts to dealing with the ropes constricting her so efficiently. She twisted and pulled, straining the few remaining fingers she had left in an attempt to reach any of the knots. Sweat crept across Azula’s body, her efforts sapping at her already diminished strength. She was panting heavily, nearing exhaustion, when – only a minute or two later – the clatter of dozens of chitinous feet caught her attention. Azula turned her head towards the sound, face paling as her eyes fixed on the giant, perverted centipede creature crawling out of the building she’d been propped against. The oversized bug’s carapace was vibrantly hued with oranges, yellows, and reds. A set of mandibles clicked together with excitement as it crawled towards her, leaking thick globs of mucus. Spread across the top and sides of its shell, seemingly sprouted at random, were a number of phallic-shaped appendages, varying in length, girth, and texture.

The protrusions were not simply horns. Even at a distance, Azula could see the things pulsing, twitching, twisting to take aim at her as they leaked a pale pre-cum down their various shafts. The Royal Throne had not enjoyed a plaything since Kerrigan’s violent birth of her Child. Its lust had simmered as it crept around the building, yearning for a queen to take her seat atop any of its aching cocks. Azula didn’t look like much of a queen, and the way her struggles intensified as the Throne crawled closer made it clear she had no intention of willingly seating herself. But the Throne was beyond caring. She would make an excellent morsel while the creature waited for another rightful queen to find it.

Giving up on getting free, Azula tried to scoot away from the approaching Throne. It worked about as well as her other attempts at escape. The centipede reached her, clamping its large mandibles around the back of her neck. She cringed, closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable crunch of her bones that would at least offer her a mercifully quick end. But even though the mandibles were sharp enough to pierce her skin, allowing a flow of warm blood to creep down her back, the oversized bug showed enough care to not do her any immediately fatal damage as it dragged her squirming form back to Kerrigan’s abandoned lair.

The Throne deftly sliced through Azula’s bindings – as well as her clothing. Even with her limbs freed, she could not escape the creature’s hold. The bug’s sticky secretions flowed across her, leaving her skin glistening, hair plastered to her skull. She turned as much as she could, hammering her elbows into the hard surface of the carapace. Her legs kicked out, the tops of her feet bruising against the rigid shell. A desperate panic consumed Azula as the Throne prepared her for the fun it had planned. The humiliating defeat she’d faced at Baroness’s treacherous hands had almost been more than she could handle, but being trussed up and left to be a hideous creature’s rape-fodder without the ability to defend herself or even fight her way to her death was a stroke of disrespect her mind couldn’t hope to tolerate.

The giant centipede’s many legs peeled Azula’s ruined scraps of clothing away from her. It didn’t take long before she was fully nude, face scrunched up with revulsion and fury. “No,” she growled, flexing her muscles within the tight hold the massive bug had on her. “This isn’t right! It’s not fair! I wasn’t meant to die like this, dammit! This is all wrong! Get off! I demand you get off of me now!” Her words meant nothing to the Throne, her struggles only causing her flesh to move enticingly against its underside. The bug needed nothing to stir its overwhelming lust, but it appreciated the young woman’s gyrations all the same.

The Throne was made up of several bulbous segments, each one capable of nearly a full three-hundred-and-sixty degrees of rotation. Although the creature preferred to serve as the cradle for a willing, worthy queen, it could make all the adjustments required to take its struggling captive in as many ways as it liked. Row upon row of pincer-like legs rolled the woman over before the centipede used its considerable bulk to pin Azula to the floor. Her legs were pried open, pushed flat, leaving her bared snatch vulnerable. The segment currently over the woman’s midsection turned, legs tickling against her inner thigh as the insect guided its first aching member into her crotch. It was little more than a flat-tipped stump, thick but stretching no more than four inches in length. The opening at the tip gaped open, gushing globs of pre-cum over Azula’s slit. Curling its body down, the Throne mashed the tip of the first cock into the squirming, screaming woman’s folds.

Azula clenched her jaw, glaring into the hideous bug face leering down at her as her pussy stretched around the creature’s member. “You’ll pay for this,” she growled. “I’ll burn this whole worthless city to ashes.” She could see no sign that the monster even comprehended her words. Deep down, she knew it was merely her impotent attempts at facing her horrible fate with some form of courage, but her ego had taken full control, offended by the actions that had been taken against her. Each rolling thrust the centipede gave her beat away at her mindless rage, hammering home the inescapable reality that she would soon be dead, raped and consumed like so many other weaker women had been before her. She cursed Baroness for her betrayal, the women the bitch had conned into following her, even the women who’d given their lives trying to defend her. Pathetic specks, all of them, she thought, wishing nothing but pain and suffering not only on Baroness and her small crew, but the remainder of the survivors.

As the centipede unleashed a gush of its jizz into her clenching cunt, Azula found she could deny her reality no longer. The anger filling her face flickered before shifting into complete horror. Tears didn’t just brim in her eyes, they burst free and gushed down her cheeks. She shook her head, letting out pathetic wails and desperate gasps of, “No, no, no…” as the centipede’s head rotated away from her. Nearly ten inches of rubbery flesh slapped across her cheek. Her palms pressed against the sides of the bug’s heavy shell, straining to push it off of her. She twisted her head to the side as the floppy cock length dragged over her smooth skin, leaving behind a smear of fluids. The side of the member slid across her lips, forcing her to gag with disgust. She made an attempt to turn her head in the opposite direction, but the Throne was ready for her. It rotated its uppermost segment back, matching her speed so that it could slot its aching cock into her mouth.

The Throne’s cock tasted like salty dirt. Azula choked on the girth, forced to take the oral violation as she fought to breathe around the flesh. Tiny pointed feet tickled across her bare skin, teasing her nipples into hard buds and scratching at the shallow divot of her bellybutton. The stumpy prick in her pussy slipped away, segment turning back to allow more of the many legs to caress her quivering inner thighs. They dragged through the cleft of her sex, poking her cunt lips and prodding her clit. The multitude of small points of stimulation tickled, teased, and stung, but mostly they sent deeper waves of humiliation and revulsion through her. Her misery intensified as the cock in her mouth pulsed and spat sticky wads of seed down her gullet. Azula’s body controlled her reactions, forcing her to swallow the warm load instead of willingly drowning in it.

When the cock dragged free from her mouth, Azula coughed up a few clumps of jizz. She sobbed like a frightened child, no longer sharing even a passing resemblance to the strong, defiant woman she’d been only a few minutes ago. As pointless as her struggles had proven to be, she kept on offering as much panicked resistance as she could to the giant bug as its many legs manipulated her body. The Throne rolled Azula over beneath it, mashing her perky breasts flat against the floor as it twisted its waist-level segment further. Another cock – fresh and ready to fuck the young woman – pushed between the crack of her ass. It possessed an upward curve, resembling a horn with its tapered but blunt tip. The minimal girth of this cock’s tip made it easy for the centipede to push into Azula’s clenching anus. Her head came up, eyes bulging and jaw dropping into a silent scream as the bug’s body jerked against her, sheathing eight thickening inches of horned-prick up her ass in a single stroke.

The Throne rocked back and forth atop Azula, sliding its horn-like member through her asshole. The woman found her voice, crying out, begging for help as she pawed helplessly at the floor. The centipede took its time violating her rear, enjoying every pained twitch of her muscles. As it thrust leisurely into her squirming body, the creature’s simple mind suddenly realized how hungry it was. Stretching its mandibles open wide, it bit at the back of Azula’s head. The first snap of the mandibles tore away a bloody chunk of hair and scalp. The clump of hair didn’t provide much flavor, but the tattered strip of skin gave it enough of a taste for the woman that it decided to go in for another bite. With a series of hard snaps, the Throne managed to crack through Azula’s skull, pulverizing the shards of bone with ease.

The pain shooting through the back of her head was enough to cut through Azula’s blind panic. Her face scrunched up, lips trembling as she let out a shameful series of whimpers. Her eyes widened as the mandibles pushed against the soft wrinkles of her brain, prepared to chew away a precious chunk of her very being. “Please,” she forced up her throat, all sense of authority stripped from her tone. “Don’t do this, please! Wai-ugg!” Her words choked in her throat as the Throne bit away a chunk of her mind. “D-d-d-do-don’t…” she blubbered out, tears draining from her bloodshot eyes. “N-n-nrrrrrk!” Her teeth ground against each other as the centipede ripped away another bite of her brain. Spasms crept through her cheeks, eyes losing focus momentarily. Thinking hurt, speaking was impossible. Azula became trapped in her own partially devoured mind, simultaneously aware and oblivious to what was happening to her.

The shuddering tremors rolling through Azula’s body helped her to massage the horn-like prick buried up her ass, reminding the creature how fun it was to violate her holes. Slurping down the slop of her chewed brain matter, the bug saw a new way of using the orifice it had bitten into her skull. It rotated its head again, until another new cock pushed against the woman’s partially eaten brain. The Throne shoved the lumpy six inches of phallus through the back of Azula’s head, fucking a deep tunnel through her cerebral mass. Azula’s eyes bulged, irises sliding to the outer corners of her eyes as bloody snot gushed from her nose. Her body went into spastic death shudders beneath the creature, the wet gurgle of her death rattle vibrating in her throat as the Throne violently fucked her brain into a mushy paste.

A powerful orgasm rushed through the centipede, flooding Azula’s skull. Her eyes shot away on geysers of jizz, more of the spunk squirting from her nostrils and ears. Her bowels became clogged with the thick substance, bubbling from around her broken sphincter. With a wet slurp, the Throne extracted the cock from Azula’s head, leaving behind a soupy mess of cum and brain chunks. Its head rotated back, mandibles stretching wide as its powerful hunger surged. Cradling the sides of the woman’s head, the Throne bit down, twisting and tugging until her head tore free. Tilting its head segment back, the centipede struggled to ingest the pleasant meal. The hole in the back of Azula’s skull tipped backwards, pouring the contents down the bug’s eager throat. The mandibles tightened, popping the woman’s hollowed out skull into gory tatters that were far easier to consume.

With its hunger satiated for the moment, the Throne focused its ever-present carnal urges on the headless husk that remained. The bug still possessed many members that had yet to sample Azula’s holes. Before long, that would not be the case.

***

Even in her undead state, Psylocke was capable of feeling fear. It had been tickling around in her slowly rotting guts for a little while, strengthening as she led the shambling horde of zombies along a path she’d hoped would lead them to the survivors, only to find the messy remains of Minako Aino tied to a bench. Whatever flicker of consciousness that remained in her dead brain felt glad that the Child had not yet returned to full strength. She doubted her Mistress would be pleased to learn of the dead end she’d so eagerly pursued. Psylocke’s attempts to regain the trail of the Bunker survivors had proven increasingly frustrating for her.

The only comfort Psylocke had came from the thick length of cold cock lodged up her ass. She flexed her powerful thighs, controlling the Man-Horse she’d climbed onto down another road. The man portion of the Man-Horse hadn’t needed any encouragement to stretch his humanoid arm around her and play with her tits. As the search dragged on, offering little in the way of a clear direction to head, she reached up and pulled his groping fingers away from her stiff nipple, down to her crotch. The man portion took direction as easily as the horse portion, quickly rubbing at her clit. The sparks of pleasure provided a much needed bit of distraction for her worried mind.

Psylocke was nearing orgasm when the murky sky lit up, a blinding streak of energy stretching up into the thick clouds overhead. A dull rumble, almost like thunder, came moments later. The light show was unlike anything Psylocke had seen in the Necropolis before. She had no way of knowing it was a result of Azula and Mugino’s powers converging and deflecting one another. She only knew it was the closest thing she’d seen to a trail in far too long. She let the climax wash over her, groaning and leaning back against the Man-Horse’s bony chest. As the moment passed, she encouraged the hybrid monster to quicken his trot, calling for the crowd of corpses gathered around her to follow along.