The Female Warrior Jamila

"Kyeerik, kyerek, kyeh-heo-heo!"

"Kooruk, kahak!"

Shrieking in guttural, incomprehensible barks, the goblins groped Jamila like a living toy, pawing indiscriminately at her breasts, her hips, and even her armpits. Her wild crimson hair whipped through the air as she thrashed desperately to shove them back.

"Get the fuck off me, you filthy bastards!"

She flailed with all her might, but her struggles proved utterly futile. Goblins that barely reached her waist swarmed up her frame, their mottled green fingers digging in and kneading her flesh with the feral, clumsy roughness of starved beasts.

"You dare lay your hands on me, you worthless runts…!"

"Kyaruk, kyeh-heo-heo!"

She fought back, flailing her severed stumps, but to no avail. Stripped of her limbs, her reach was far too short, her leverage far too weak.

"Tut-tut, worthless? Why so harsh? These are your new husbands, you know. If you think you can take them, by all means, go right ahead! Hahaha!"

"Damn you…! Disgusting vermin like this… I could crush them with a single blow…!"

She twisted and bucked, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Is that so? You really think you can right now? Come ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on then, smash them with that fist of yours! Oh, wait—that's right, you don't have fists anymore! Kwahahaha!"

Wretched green creatures less than half Jamila's height bared their pointed ears and jagged fangs as they ripped away their tattered rags. Their phalluses, gorged with dark blood, ended in bulbous, inflamed crimson heads resembling half-ripened peppers. Unnervingly large for their stature, the monstrosities were nearly identical in proportion to human genitalia.

"Kih-hee! Woman, woman!"

"Smell, sniff! Female smell! Kyeh-reuhu!"

One of the creatures seized Jamila by her mane of red hair and dragged its foul shaft against her tightly clamped lips. Three or four others were already burying their snouts into her swollen breasts and her groin, leaving no empty space on her torso.

"Ngh…!"

Gritting her teeth in bitter mortification, Jamila finally parted her lips.

"Kikik! Opened!"

Into the very mouth that had once bellowed fearless battle cries on the front lines, the goblin roughly thrust its green rod.

"Kuo-oh!"

The creature tilted its head back in groaning ecstasy, fully savoring the warmth of her mouth. But in that exact instant, a savage spark of defiance flared in Jamila's eyes.

Crunch!

"Kiyaaaaah?!"

Jamila bit down with crushing force, severing the goblin's manhood whole.

"Kyara-ra-ra-rak?!"

The mutilated monster screeched and flailed in agony, but Jamila clamped her jaws together and tore through the flesh with relentless savagery. Crack! Crunch!

"Kyeerik? Kyerek?"

"Kooruk? What's going on?"

The rest of the swarm, busily suckling at her nipples and nuzzling the cleft of her ass, merely blinked in dim-witted confusion. They did not rally to retaliate. Blinded by the intoxicating scent of a female, a goblin's lust obliterated any sense of unity or tactical awareness. Jamila had anticipated this, aiming to slaughter them one by one!

"Kyeh-rook…!"

The mangled goblin scrambled a few paces before collapsing into a puddle of its own spurting blood, dead from shock and blood loss.

"Ptooey!"

Jamila spat the rancid green meat from her mouth. Her fierce gaze held not the slightest hint of surrender.

"Hmph!"

Reeling her head back, she slammed her forehead directly into the face of a goblin gnawing on her heavy ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠breast.

Smash!

Without even a chance to shriek, the creature's skull caved in, its brains spattering across her chest.

"Kyerek? What happened?"

"Kooruk, female, strong female!"

Yet even as their kin dropped dead, the remaining creatures remained utterly fixated on the toned, sun-bronzed physique before them, frantically clawing at her skin.

Crack!

With another brutal headbutt, she shattered the skull of the monster suckling her other breast.

Snap…!

"Gack, ack…!"

Meanwhile, the creature licking greedily at her slit was caught between her powerful, truncated thighs. Clamping her muscular stumps together with bone-crushing strength, she choked the life out of it in seconds. She was still Jamila, the Red Mane Lioness!

"Oho. That female is remarkably resilient. To put up such a fight even after having her limbs lopped off."

Squelch, squelch!

Damn it…! He's casually holding me up and fucking me from behind, treating her struggle like some cheap sideshow…! The moment I get free, I swear to God I'll tear his throat out—ngh, ah, ah, don't rub there, it's too much, hah, ah…!

The fortress of reason within Eric's mind was crumbling to dust.

Twitch, shudder!

"Kuhuhu. Look at her, Erika. Take a lesson from your comrade. See how fiercely that warrior resists? Though I suspect her defiance won't last much longer."

The Demon King whistled sharply, and from the shifting shadows emerged the black-robed Elder Lich.

"There are far too many goblins and far too few holes. Sandro, prepare her mouth so they can use it without hindrance."

"By your will, Your Majesty."

With a raspy, chilling whisper, the skeletal sorcerer glided forward, clutching a writhing mass of purple tendrils. Jamila tried to snap at his bony digits, but an undead harbored no sensation of pain.

"Back off, you walking pile of bones! I'll tear your—mmph!"

Even as three of his skeletal fingers snapped under her jaw, Sandro forced the squirming bundle of tentacles into her throat, sealing her mouth shut.

Squish, squelch, slurp.

"Ngh… what are you… what are you doing to Jamila…?!"

"Heh-heh-heh. Merely converting her mouth into an ideal orifice. We're extracting all her teeth to preserve them as dentures for my collection."

"Mmmph-rrgh?!?!"

Jamila bucked and muffled frantic screams, but the writhing parasites filled every inch of her oral cavity, choking back her voice.

"The procedure is complete," the Lich rasped.

As he drew the slimy mass of tentacles back from her mouth, Sandro cradled it reverently against his tattered robes before melting away into the darkness.

"Kukuku. It seems he has acquired another prized trophy. I'm sure he'll fashion a splendid set of dentures from them."

Just as the Demon King remarked, not a single tooth remained in Jamila's mouth.

"Auuugh! Wha… whah did yoo do to my mowf?!"

Her words slurred, the air hissing through empty, slick gums. The once-dazzling, healthy teeth of the fierce warrior had vanished entirely, replaced by smooth, naked flesh.

"Khaha, now you can't bite anything. Now then—fall upon her!"

Clang!

The heavy iron portcullis lining the courtyard rattled upward.

""""Kyaruk! Kyeh-rook, kyeh-heo-heo!""""

Frenzied by the presence of a defenseless, muscular female, a fresh horde of goblins charged forward, drooling profusely. Far more than before. Twenty? Thirty? A swarm of that magnitude was insurmountable.

"Stay back… shtay away!"

Terror finally seeped into Jamila's eyes. Pale as a corpse, she tried to squirm backward across the stone flags, but it was an exercise in futility. With her amputated limbs, she couldn't even turn over. Rough hands seized her hair, dragging her relentlessly across the cold flagstones toward the center of the ring.

"Ah! Let go, le' go of me!"

"Kyeh-heuk, female is strong."

"Kyeh-heo, leash! Kih-heo!"

They snapped a heavy iron collar around her neck—a brutal restraint meant for wild beasts—and pulled the tether taut, anchoring her firmly to the stone floor.

"Kyerek, female, kih-heoo!"

"Breed! Kih-heuk, breeding vessel!"

"Huge! Kyeerik, so sturdy!"

In an instant, dozens of green bodies swarmed her, pinning her to the ground.

"No, le' go… mmph!"

The powerful jaw that had severed flesh moments ago was pried open by clawed hands, and a thick green phallus plunged straight into her throat. Without teeth to hinder it, the shaft slid in effortlessly.

"Kyeerik, mouth hole! Mouth hole!"

The creature thrust vigorously past her plush, bruised lips.

"Mouth hole! Kyeerik! So tight!"

"Female! Wonderful female! Kyeh-reuhu!"

The goblins chattered in ecstasy, piling over one another.

Slurp, squelch, thwack!

"Heh-heh-heh. Look closely, Erika. A toothless mouth can sometimes serve far better than a cunt. Kukuku. The goblins seem thoroughly delighted by the grip of your warrior's throat."

No… she's going to be completely violated at this rate! I have to stop this, somehow!

"Ngh… Demon King… Lord Demon King! I'll… I'll clamp down tighter, I swear it! Please, just leave Jamila alone…!"

Desperate to divert his attention, Eric squeezed his pelvic muscles with all his strength, clamping down on the colossal demon shaft lodged within him.

Squeeze.

"Oh…? Erika, have you finally found the motivation to please me?"

"…Yes! Yes! I'll… ngh, I'll take it all, I'll clamp as tight as you want! Just don't let them violate Jamila like this! Please, spare her!"

"Fuhuhu, absolutely not."

"Why?! Why not?!"

"Because breaking your spirit is far more entertaining."

Smirking wickedly, the Demon King carried Eric forward by his hips, continuing his deep, rhythmic thrusts until he stood directly over Jamila's head.

"Look down. See it clearly. Watch your precious companion passed around by these beasts. This is the consequence of defying me. I am your master, not your bargaining partner."

"""Kyerek, female! Kyeerik, the cunt!"""

Creatures that Jamila could once have dispatched with a single swing crawled all over her body. They sucked greedily at her melon-sized breasts, forced her shortened arms back to bury their snouts into her armpits, and slobbered all over her thighs.

Slurp, squelch!

"Mmph! Mmm-oogh!"

Even when she tried to bite down, her smooth gums only ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠applied soft, velvety friction, driving the goblin astride her face into further delirium. Snatching her crimson locks, the creature jammed itself all the way down to her tonsils.

Gag! Gulp!

"Mmph?! Guck… coof!"

Deprived of air, her limbs lost their strength, her truncated stumps twitching weakly. Whenever she tried to tense her thighs to crush the creatures at her groin, the goblins hauled on her chain, dragging her flat. Against such overwhelming numbers, she was helpless.

"Kooruk, no milk! Kih-reuhu!"

They twisted her erect nipples with cruel force, pinching and tearing at the sensitive buds. Some goblins, pushed out of the hierarchy for direct penetration, rubbed their shafts against her damp armpits until they spilled their seed in frustrated haste.

Finally, the largest goblin among them pulled away from her groin, its maw dripping with a mixture of saliva and slick nectar.

"Kyeerik, the cunt, kyerek!"

"Mmph! Pwah! No! Stop! That place… that place was only meant for Eric!"

Squish.

Spreading her muscular thighs, the lead goblin positioned its swollen head against her entrance.

"Damn you runts…! Over my dead body…!"

Clench!

"Huhuhu. What an extraordinary grip. Clamping her passage shut through sheer willpower. But in the end, she's still just a female in heat. How long can that stubborn pride endure?"

Chuckling darkly, the Demon King shifted Eric directly above Jamila's tear-streaked face. Jamila rolled her eyes upward, her mouth already stuffed once again with twin goblin phalluses forced side-by-side.

Slurp, suck, slop!

Unable to close her strained jaw, she was forced to endure the frenzied pumping until both creatures shuddered violently, erupting thick white filth across her cheeks, tongue, and throat.

Splatter—! Gush!

"Oomph?! Gag… cough!"

Her face was drenched as if bowls of curdled porridge had been dumped over her. Whirling her head sideways, she gagged and retched, vomiting up the thick fluid forced down her gullet.

"Guh, disgusting… it reeks…! I'm going to puke… Don't you vermin ever wash?! It smells vile…!"

"Did you know, warrior? Demons have no females of their own. We seed our male offspring exclusively into the wombs of other races. The goblins, born of our demonic craft, carry the same nature. Their seed is saturated with potent aphrodisiacs."

Both captives froze.

"Having ingested so much of it, how much longer can that stubborn flesh hold out? Hahaha!"

Bellowing with laughter, the Demon King held Eric high in the air, mercilessly impaling the hero right before Jamila's eyes.

"Look, warrior! Behold your hero, reduced to my personal plaything! No one is coming to save you!"

Pound! Pound! Pound!

"…Ah! Ah, aahn!"

The groans… they won't stop coming out of my mouth! Jamila is right there, she's watching me…!

Eric's womanly body flooded with moisture. The agonizing pleasure threatened to shatter his mind; if he relaxed his grip for even a second, he knew something humiliating would spill forth.

Squeeze…

"Look at you! Clamping down so eagerly! Warrior, the man you longed for has become my obedient brood!"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

No! I can't… if I clench, it feels too good! He's too thick, too huge… I'm going to lose my mind! I can't hold it back anymore!

Plunge, plunge, squelch!

"Ah, no, no…! Jamila, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I'm… I'm going to—I'm coming, I'm cummiiing!"

Something snapped deep within his lower belly.

"Aaaaahhhhhhh!"

Sploosh! Squirt!

A torrential arc of female nectar sprayed from Eric's swollen folds, raining down directly over Jamila's face as she lay pinned beneath the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠swarm.

And then—

"Kuuh, magnificent grip! Let us finish together, Erika!"

Gush! Gush!

The Demon King unloaded a scalding, endless torrent deep into Eric's womb, pulsing so violently it felt as though it would rupture his abdomen from the inside out.

"Eric…! You… you really…"

Staring at the lewd, dripping display above her, the light faded from Jamila's eyes. The tension drained entirely from her sinewy limbs. Savoring the afterglow of his release, the Demon King sneered at her defeat.

"Hah, what a superb vessel. Warrior, abandon your foolish pride and accept the goblins' seed. Aren't they far more virile than this creature? After all, this former hero isn't even a male anymore! Hahahahaha!"

"…Don't you dare… insult Eric! Mmph, mm-oogh!"

Before she could even spit out the bile in her throat, the lead goblin's shaft aligned once more with her parted slit, driving slowly, steadily forward.

Squish.

"Aaaah… Fuuuuuck! Filthy little maggots… I could have crushed you with a single hand…!"

The iron-willed warrior wailed in raw, crushing despair, tears spilling down her dust-caked cheeks. In the end, she too was only human. She cast one last, broken glance toward Eric.

"I'm sorry, Eric… I can't hold out… I wanted… I really wanted to bear your child…!"

I climaxed as a woman right in front of her… while she was suffering like this, I…!

"Jamila! I… the truth is, I loved you too! I'm sorry, I'm so—!"

"Kikik, maidenhead, so tough! Kyeh-reuhu, tear it!"

A wet, tearing sound echoed from between her muscular thighs.

Rip!

"Kikik, that's it! The sound of tearing, kyeh-reuhu! We hear it!"

"Ngh… ah…!"

A single ribbon of bright red blood trickled down Jamila's inner thigh. Indifferent to her agony, the monstrously large green shaft buried itself past the threshold, driving straight into the virgin depths of the warrior's womb.

Thud!

"Khuk…?!"

The creature drove all the way to its base, swallowing Jamila in an abyss from which there was no return.