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You take in a deep breath, relishing in the profane scent of musk and corpses strewn across the blighted ridge. There's a surprising lack of demons nearby... Perhaps they finally fear you enough to see you as a tyrant to avoid. Seeing the fear in their eyes as you deny them any means of escape riles you to the point where you constantly find yourself constantly returning here to find another victim.

As you delve deeper into the ridge, kicking away at the bones beneath your feet, you notice someone in the distance. You steadily approach your prey, wanting to get a closer look before you strike.

Stepping closer, you are able to take in the sight. A large man with horns and goat legs, he's definitely a satyr... one that has managed to roam into your ridge. He's doubled over a tall, busty, purple skinned woman. You can only assume he was once a greater succubus, now reduced to this satyr's plaything. Her armor is scattered to pieces beneath her, the metallic bits glisten slightly beneath the two. You're surprised that such a powerful succubus has fallen to a satyr, but as you steadily advance to the satyr, you notice something is off about him.

The satyr is unlike anything you've seen before. Gilded tattoos are drawn over his arm and chest, giving him a radiant, golden glow in the midst of the ridge. He is the largest satyr you've ever seen before, and given the massive pool of cum beneath the succubus, he intends on proving his power in more ways than one. Drawing closer, you notice that the tattoos aren't reflecting light, moreso, they're glowing like a rising star.

You approach carefully, is this satyr a being of pure power to fight corruption? No, he doesn't seem to be pure, no pure being would willingly rape a demon, right? You feel like you should be wary, yet at the same time you feel compelled to quell his light and make him submit to you.

You ponder at the thought, do you bother approaching the satyr? He already seems preoccupied with the succubus in his grasp already.

[Approach] [Leave]

[Approach]

(Such a beautiful radiance... What will it look like after you've tarnished it?)

You advance to the satyr, intent on claiming him, however it has to be done. As you get closer, you realize just how massive he truly is. Standing at a little under six and a half feet tall, he is a mountainous being. A perfectly chiseled specimen with a herculean physique. You'd almost be intimidated if you weren't spurned by your want to smother his light. You keep grinning at the thought, wondering if he'll still glow after being caked in the dirt of the ridge.

You stop only a few feet away from him, he still doesn't seem to have noticed you, still pumping away into the poor succubus. She's absolutely wrecked, overstuffed with an ungodly amount of cum. He's still going at it? You can only wonder how long he's been doing this, or if he even cares about the state of the demon anymore.

The dirt beneath you squishes beneath your heel. You take a step back upon realizing that his cum has seeped into the ground beneath you. You're not sure if you should be disgusted or impressed at how far his cum has pooled.

You call out to the satyr, yet he ignores you... or perhaps the rutting idiot is deaf. Who can say?

[Attack!] [Persist] [Leave]

[Persist]

(Oh, no, you're not giving up until he acknowledges you.)

You fold your arms, not backing down, but not ready to fight him yet. You call out toward the satyr again. He continues fucking the demoness, grunting with each thrust.

You can't help but scoff, maybe if the horny bastard thought with more than just one head he'd be aware of his surroundings.

The glowing satyr immediately pauses mid-thrust. The demoness gasps weakly as he slowly slides his member out from within her. You see her stomach visibly deflate as he takes out his dick, causing wave after wave of cum to pour out of her. She falls to the ground, splashing into the ocean of cum beneath her. Beaten... Bruised... Utterly defeated.

His erection springs up, reaching past his pectorals. His shaft is thicker than your arm... but you're not going to be intimidated by his cum-leaking meat pole...

You jeer toward him, asking what poor imp runt he stole that dick from.

He flexes his dick, causing it to bounce before him as he gives a contented grin toward you, "Boooorn with it."

You're going to wipe that smug grin from his face. You pull out your jeweled rapier, it's a fight!

You have the upper hand with all your training, you know he won't stand a chance against you, not in your playing field.

You brace yourself, surveying your enemy. The satyr is a walking weak spot! He's completely unarmored, not to mention his dick swaying freely in the open. It doesn't matter who he is, you know those muscles could hardly survive a good slashing.

You spring forward with your rapier with deadly focus. You successfully slash across his chest, but the satyr hardly winces from the critical hit! (4102)

He barely winces from your slice, refusing to acknowledge his now bleeding chest. His face contorts into a disappointed scowl as he raises an eyebrow at you, "That's it?"

The herculean satyr advances toward you, his luminescence shadows over you, leaving you to bask in his presence. It's an indescribable feeling of being utterly overwhelmed. He's a different source of gravity, and you're sinking into him, falling deeper into the void.

What can you do? All you can do is give it...

You violently shake yourself out of it, no, not here. Not now!

Before you realize it, the satyr has you wrapped in a lung-crushing bear hug!

He meets your glance, still keeping you tightly wrapped in his hulking arms, "Name's Boffa, by the way. Maybe it'd help if you learned it so you have something to scream to."

You are currently wrapped in Boffa's arms!

[Struggle] [Do Nothing]

[Struggle]

You violently twist and jerk, trying to wriggle out of his arms to no avail.

Boffa grins eagerly as he tightens his grasp on you. He pulls you in with a loud crunch.

You scream in agony as you can feel your bones breaking. (9812)!

You can feel your spine dislocating as your limbs snap from the sheer force of his bear hug. Your bones grind against your skin before you can feel them ripping through your flesh, protruding out your body.

[Struggle] [Submit] [Do Nothing]

[Struggle]

You desperately try to squirm what you can. You're not going to fall so easily!

Despite your violent attempts, the attempt is ultimately in vain as Boffa keeps his vice-like grip on you.

The satyr squeezes you against him once more. More bones snap, cracking beneath the pressure. You cough up blood, feeling it fall down your chin before spilling onto him. (5223)!

Boffa sneers mockingly as his gaze penetrates to your core, "Hah. Poor, poor, champion. Does it hurt? Do you want me to go easy on you?"

Your body reels, your mind caving in. Your breaths grow short as the world begins to dim... Is this what it's like to bleed out?

[Struggle] [Submit] [Do Nothing]

[Submit]

(Maybe he'll treat you better than that succubus...)

You close your eyes in surrender as you let the satyr know he can have his way with you. You beg for him to go easy on you, you're his now.

You can feel the bass of his voice reverberate through you, "So... This is the tyrant. The so-called "champion" that terrorizes the demons among this ridge. Not as an act of righteousness, but in a full display of perversion. Look at you now. Putty in my arms... You call yourself a champion, huh?"

You don't respond, hoping he goes easy on you. You're thankful you're able to rejuvenate, maybe you'll regain your strength quick enough to turn the tables.

You can feel him loom in closer, the warmth of his body heats your skin. He takes a deep inhale, relishing in the metallic scent of your bleeding wounds. "Such a shame... Just like the gods, you use every last opportunity you have. I know what you're doing. Biding your time, letting your wounds clear. That's a naughty champion. I won't let you heal before me, so I'll just need to make you suffer more."

Before you have a chance to react, you feel his hands move down to your legs. In a sudden, forceful motion, he wraps his dense fingers around your legs before forcing them up. You yell as your face quickly comes in contact with your thighs. Coughing up blood, you struggle to breath now that your body has forcefully been folded by him.

He gently strokes your head, "That's more like it..." The satur pauses briefly before giving a sinister chuckle, "You okay there? I thought I heard a little screaming."

He pulls your legs tighter against your body, forcing the wind out of your lungs, leaving you helpless, unable to speak. "Oh, you're good? Nothing wrong? Say something if something is wrong."

You can barely give a weak cough in response.

He tenderly caresses your cheek in a mocking fashion, wiping a tear from your face before licking his finger,"Yeah, I'm sure you're fine. After all, you're a champion... Ri-i-i-ight?"

You wince in pain as his grip tightens. All you can do is flinch as he lowers his hand to your hips before ripping off your clothes. You brace yourself as you feel his erection prodding at your backdoor, the cum-leaking shaft smearing seed over your underside. The salty scent of his musk masks your other senses as you breathe in fresh air from your master.

You're at his complete mercy, legs suspended in the air, held up by his strong arms. You feel the head of his manhood slowly slide past your anus, driving more and more of his length into you as you cough from the massive insertion.

He brings a hand to your face, cupping your cheeks with his fingers, "Come on, you know you love it. After all, this is what you wanted, right? To submit yourself to me?" His fingers press over your lips forcefully, "Shhh, don't bother talking, I know it's what you want."

He slowly gyrates his hips, bucking into you gently. His pace is slow, yet only after a minute, he sighs, clicking his tongue, "This position just won't do. I think I have a better way to give you something to remember me by."

He pulls your legs from your face, the movement is accompanied by the sound of your limbs popping in and out of place. You find yourself pressed down into the soft earth, faintly reminded of how the ground beneath you has gotten to it's sticky texture.

Boffa kneels over your prone form, "I kinda like this position... I think you know exactly what this means for you... You did say you wanted to give in completely, right? It's only fitting you'll always have a piece of me with you."

The satyr presses you deeper into the damp ground as he aligns his dick to your hole before unceremoniously thrusting into you. You yelp softly as the wind is pushed out of your lungs. You pull the strength to glance at him, looking past his thick, rigid pectorals to lay eyes on his massive member pushing deeper and deeper into you with each agonizingly slow thrust.

You wince, clenching what you can, trying to push him out to no avail. You're forced to feel every inch, every vein. Every thrust rearranges your innards, pushing your organs around to make room for his monstrous erection.

His balls press against your underside with each thrust as you feel his seed crash into you like a ravaging downpour of rain. You're filled past your limits, you can't take it anymore as you can feel volumes of cum slowly seep out of your ass as he continues mercilessly thrusting into you.

"Still awake, are you?" he jeers. "I'm almost impressed, I really thought you'd be out of it by now... You must really like being bred, don'tcha?" He leans down to your face, giving you a licentious lick across your cheek. "Is that why you call yourself a champion? You sure are handling it like a champ, I'll say."

He clutches onto you tighter as his thrusting loses its rhythm, growing frantic as his grunts get louder. You can feel every inch of his throbbing erection pulsate within you, all you can do is brace yourself for his incoming orgasm.

His shining radiance is almost blinding, the glow reaching out with his impending climax. Before you know it, he's cumming into you, unloading every ounce of cum from his balls into you. You close your eyes, it feels draining to be filled by him.

You have lost a level!

His climax never seems to end, cumming only seems to have given him the slightest tinge of relief as he continues fucking you with complete abandon.

You have lost a level!

You're being pushed deeper into the ground with every thrust. The ground quakes, trembling in fear from his powerful thrusts. The pressure is causing you to cave in, completely helpless... paralyzed.

You have lost a level!

You know that by being fucked by a satyr There's a high chance he'll impregnate you anally!

You have lost a level!

Even with your eyes closed, your vision descends into the pearly light. A void of lust and hollow feelings. There is nothing, you are nothing, not before your new god. He is your master, he is your everything, and you must be willing to sacrifice whatever you can to make him happy. Beg for his mercy, for there is no other option.

You are his, and you will bear as many children as he wishes you to carry. You can only hope you serve your new master to his wishes... You are hollow, and the only semblance of anything filling is through the force of his engorged manhood. Your life has no purpose without it anymore.

Your world spirals into the glowing radiance of Boffa's light, still afloat within the ocean of his seed. He is everything to you, and you are nothing to him.

[GAME OVER]