Nymphsaga/The Raid of Fort Hammercliff

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The Great Expedition

Excerpt from the Bioengineer's Logbook; "a Study on the History, Biology and Behavior of Nymphs", entry number two, "Inception of the Nymph, Part Two."


There was no plan to dispose of all the Nymphs left at the hand of the manufacturer. They didn't simply want to kill them, for they were living beings, and they thought ending their lives would be unethical. Besides, they had a very interesting species in their hands, a species they didn't simply want to go to extinct and left to the annals of historians. That's why the decision was made to change the purpose of Nymphs from one thing to another. Together with an allied research company, they made a controversial decision to resettle Nymphs in a faraway alien world to study how would they adapt to this world and most importantly, how would an alien world, completely void of source react to the sudden influx of this dangerous and addictive substance, which us Altarians take for granted.


The place in question is called Phantasm. It is a world part twenty lightyears away from Altaria and the only habitable world on the orbit of its parent star. Phantasm itself is not a planet, as it actually is a large moon, about eight thousand kilometers in diameter, and it orbits a gas giant on a habitable zone of the star. It was at the time of Nymph's arrival a world shared by many different intelligent species, most of which were primitive and tribal in nature. There was one civilization capable of creating large-scale civilizations as well, who had colonized the entire Phantasm. Nymphs are also an exception to this, as they are very intelligent. So intelligent in fact, that they exceeded anything that Phantasm had to offer in terms of intelligence, and they still do. They were even capable of surviving on their own, but their creators did help them with kickstarting their own civilization on Phantasm anyway.


Everyone knew from a start that Nymphs, along with the source they produce, would shape this world and change it forever, but our ancestors didn't expect much to happen. Their expectations were dramatically exceeded. In less than a year, the endemic species of Phantasm developed a deep interest in source, which in some isolated cases even developed into an addiction. With Nymphs being the only source of source, Phantasm quickly became dependent on it. But it didn't stop there. Over a hundred years, it also affected both the long-term and short-term evolution of these species, and not in a Darwinian sense. Source would literally mutate the creatures of Phantasm to adapt to a dramatic and sudden change in their environment, shaping them like the invisible force that it is. New dominant species would rise in this new world, while some would even die out and become extinct. Amongst these now extinct species were even the ones who we hailed as the sole species of this world capable of creating a civilization. Now, their civilization lies in ruins, as Nymphs have taken their place as the most intelligent species on Phantasm.


This move was at the time met with universal condemnation for its ethical implications. Our ancestors had ruined a world by introducing Nymphs to it and reshaped it in a way that could not be considered to be a good deal for anyone living in this world. Phantasm had become a prison for Nymphs, who are at the mercy of the beasts preying on them to extract source through intercourse, and it had become a hell for these beasts whose lives were now trapped in an inescapable cycle of relentless withdrawal symptoms and short bursts of gratification and pleasure. It truly was a shameful stain on the otherwise pure and peaceful legacy of neo-industrial Altaria. The information about it was suppressed by both the politicians and media alike, and it was forgotten about after few decades, and left to the historians and explorers to discover.


When we returned to this world, this forbidden star system eight hundred years later, Phantasm had become even stranger and more bizarre. Nymphs have really shaped the world, almost like goddesses of Phantasm. Everything that Nymphs touch becomes laced with source, leaving its lingering effects on the world around them. This world is reeking with source even more so than Altaria. All of the surviving species have even evolved to rely completely on Nymphs for reproduction, as the need for females of their own species have become obsolete. Nymphs have adapted ways to reproduce independently too, without the need for any other species to assist them, but that is a chapter for another time.


Altaria has changed a lot since then, and so have our attitudes towards experiments like these. Under our new, much stronger leadership, we have decided to resume our study on Nymphs, this time from the perspective of visitors to a strange, source-rich world. The next chapters will dive into the experiments conducted by our new, modern team of scientists and experiments we have done and perhaps even will do in the future regarding Phantasm and its various residents.


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Ever since the game of Nymphsaga begun, the biggest external threats that Nymphs have faced are without a doubt the goblins.


According to a page of lore that will be left unreleased in this story, goblins are one of the four great creatures of Phantasm that stand above all others in terms of intelligence, at least as far as endemic species are considered. Tribal in nature, they're hunter gatherers that wander, scattered across the entire world. They do have some permanent settlements, as will become apparent in this very chapter, but it is not really in their nature. Their species is genetically very diverse, and depending on the tribe and the subrace, they can vary greatly in size and even appearance. Rarely exceeding the average height of Nymphs, the smallest of them are usually little more than one meter in height, around three and a half feet in average. Still, there are also goblins that are really off the scale. They can even grow up to be over two meters, or almost seven feet tall, and there are even some tribes of goblins that entirely consists of these larger variants. As far as their physical attributes go, their skin color varies from green to brown, and anything in between. They have body hair similar to humans, and their skin tends to be very thick. They rarely have hair, and they have no tails either, but they do have snouts. Their eyes are small and naturally bad, but they have large ears and superb hearing. They tend to have a lot of bodyfat and muscle and are pound to pound amongst the strongest endemic creatures in Phantasm, but only if you exclude insects. They're very similar to Nymphs in a sense that they tend to hunt in groups, and they rely greatly in using weapons and magic. They are not very good at casting, but they can manage the same low-tier spells that Nymphs can. As two random facts: Goblins typically become more intelligent as they get bigger, and their genitals, which look very similar to human genitals, are proportionally quite large compared to rest of their bodies.


There are a lot of goblins near the Grove due to the fact that one of the biggest tribes in Phantasm, the Hammercliff tribe, has its headquarters located in the forests nearby. Why have they settled here when it's not in their nature? Simple. Goblins, like most other creatures in Phantasm, rely on Nymphs for pleasure and breeding. Because of this, they are set to enslave and capture as many of them as possible in order to get themselves new toys and wombs to reproduce with. And as already mentioned, Grove is very close to their headquarters.


On this fortress on the top of a steep, yet small mountain, just few hours' worth of walking away from Grove, many Nymphs are being held as prisoners and raped every waking moment of their daily lives. They are grinded with goblin cocks and pumped full of thick semen, while getting drained of their endless source to satisfy their masters. Many of these prisoners are also from Grove, and Nymphs know this. There are stories of Nymphs being captured from right under their friend's noses and dragged away. Grove is still holding strong, especially with its protective barrier intact, but the enemy is getting stronger day by day. It may still take months before Grove will find themselves overwhelmed, but it is still a matter of the time. Sooner or later, it will be too late to act. With one and a half weeks of game time behind Nymphs of Grove, they find their ranks thinning so much so that they decide to focus their efforts on crushing the goblins while defeating them is still relatively easy. Of course, the goblins can never get past the barrier, and Nymphs can in theory stay safe if they choose to never leave Grove, but do they want to become prisoners of this barrier? There is an active debate going on about this, but the answer of the large majority at the moment is "No". Besides, there's no guarantee that the barrier will be there forever. They have no reason to believe it would disappear, but they can't rule anything out.


So, Nymphs want to take the problem out, but they have one big problem: They do not know where this fortress is. They know it's somewhere to the north of Grove, but that is where their information regarding its location end. And sadly, without precise knowledge, they can not launch a counter-attack to the dangerous reaches of the forest.


With their unreliable and quite possibly hostile leader that is High Priestess Geraldina being locked into her pyramid with no way of her getting inside, or getting her out of there, new leaders have risen. Not princesses or queens, not religious figures and not even elected politicians; rather, charismatic and widely respected Nymphs who have taken the initiative in motivating others around them as warlords and philosophers of sorts. They themselves prefer to call themselves representatives and organizers, but many view them as leaders to look up to. There are many of them - maybe two dozen, out of which five or six are really active - and they have even formed a council of sorts, where they gather to discuss events, critical news and possible plans for survival in a large outdoor theatre, eerily similar to those of ancient Greece, in front of an engaging public crowd. Everyone is welcome to join these discussions, and encouraged to do so, as most of the Nymphs taking the stage don't even want to be there. They simply feel that someone must.


Nymphs, like humans, are people who have very different opinions, and who subscribe to different political ideologies. Nymphs, in fact, disagree on a lot of things, but vast majority of them do agree on one thing: In order to survive they must stick together in a strong collective, even though it could go against their own principles and personal views. That's why every decision is made by a vote, where everyone is committed to follow the majority's decision. Sometimes it can be tough for the minority, and sometimes they might even make bad decisions, but it's what Nymphs in Grove have decided, and what they all stick to, both in good and bad.


Coming out from this hub are news about a decision to deal a killing blow to the Hammercliff tribe and rescue the captive Nymphs, as voted by an overwhelming majority. Most of the expeditions to the unknown will now be focused towards the northern region, as Nymphs concentrate their efforts into discovering the location of Fort Hammercliff. To hear about these news and to even discuss them, was Wendy, who is considered to be sort of a community leader by many Nymphs despite the fact that she does not actively participate in public discussions, and only is there to vote and listen. Her face is widely recognized from being an active member of the community, as well as a reliable Nymph capable of organizing and leading expeditions into the unknown.


Speaking of expeditions into the unknown, the quintet of Rain, Wendy, Angel, Pink and Lemon are planning on going onto their next adventure. Each of them, like about 10% of the Nymph population already, have reached the supposedly maximum level of four, and they have all upgraded their arsenals, wardrobes and professions accordingly.


Now, why "supposedly maximum level of four", you might wonder? Nymphs wonder about it too, as it is not possible to gain any more experience after level four. There is a fifth level, but nobody knows yet how to get there. Most well-studied Nymphs suspect it has something to do with professions, as all professions offer special abilities to players. As two previously mentioned examples, there are Rain's "Soul Trap" spell, and Wendy's "Inspection" ability, and as one additional example, there is Pink's "Transformation" ability, which she can use to magically dress up in magically conjured, extremely powerful clothes for a short period of time, gaining a temporary boost in power. It could be that professions could offer even special passive talents in the future that could drastically affect Nymph's performances, thus making them more powerful in the process.


At this point, before we advance the story, why don't I go through some of the talents that they have picked? After all, these talents are directly linked to their abilities and will give a good idea of how they fight.


First off is Rain, who has picked Athletics and Speed as her talents. Athletics are useful for her, since it is a talent that allows her to move easier and with less stamina being consumed. In addition to being a successful raider, she is also quite experienced as a dueler from her days in Mormia, and because of this she can fully utilize her athletic skills in form of gymnastics and parkour, making her untouchable against ordinary enemies in one on one situations. Given the fact that she's supposed to be a tank for the party, this is very useful as well, because while she is weak to direct attacks, she won't take damage as long as she's not getting hit. Speed is a no-brainer for her as well. It makes her faster in every way possible, boosting all of her offensive abilities - outside brute strength - and movement speed by a little bit, and together with Athletics it eliminates almost all of stamina usage from her movements, allowing her to sprint insane distances without breaking a sweat while focusing her stamina on attacks. Needless to say, these two talents go well with each other. This combination of talents also allows her to use other kinds of weapons as well, but so far, she has only opted to use big swords because of her past experience with them.


Athletics is a talent that is available for rangers as well, and it actually is Wendy's first talent of choice. While she is a ranger, she prefers mid to short range, as pistols in Nymphsaga are designed for that. Moving quickly on the battlefield is very important for her, and so is dodging incoming attacks. Her second talent choice is called Ammo Specialization, which allows its user to completely change the nature of any ammunition, changing it from physical to literally anything else. She wants to do this because Rain and Lemon already rely on pure physical damage, and they can't rely on it too much. This is not an easy feat to do, as changing the element requires a "Spell Crystal" to be equipped, which, as previously mentioned, are also used by casters to unlock a specific spell set in the game. Wendy is lucky to get an Arcane Stone very quick, which allows her to shoot magical bullets dealing arcane damage.


For Angel, her first choice was obviously Restoration, as she is fully committed to being a healer. It is a talent that not only boosts her restorative abilities, but also boosts her mana regeneration slightly to make it useful for Nymphs other than healers. Not much explanation needed there. Next talent is called Barriercraft, which actually is not a passive ability, but rather an ability to learn protective barrier spells, which can then be used for all kinds of defensive purposes. She mostly gets this as an additional means of protecting her allies, and more importantly, herself. A protective barrier, for example, can block a single attack and be vital in situations where Nymph is surprised from behind. What makes these different from heals though is that they have to be precast, obviously, but anything that can make Angel more effective as a healer is a good choice for her.


Since I have not gone through what kind of fighters Pink and Lemon are, it's important to go through this as well in the next paragraphs.


Pink is a reckless mid- to shortrange caster. As a weapon she uses bracelets, which make her an unarmed caster, making her immune to disarming effects at the cost of ability to channel and aim spells without being able to aim properly. Hence, mid- to shortrange caster. Of course, she can in theory shoot very far away, but it is not easy, especially when you consider her playstyle. She concentrates most of her efforts into explosive spell power by sacrificing her defenses. She relies completely on movement for defense but is not as athletic as Rain and Wendy are because of her limitations in regard to class choices. She is a kind of person who usually joins the battle late by conjuring up a great spell mostly so she wouldn't get attention of enemies drawn towards her. With her previously mentioned Transformation spell she can turn herself into a "Magical Girl" of sorts, who can actually defend herself for a little while as a melee by imbuing her fists and feet with magic, but this is something that is not very reliable, especially when used as an offensive measure, as she can only do this only for about a dozen of seconds every five minutes or so. Her first talent choice is Instant Casting, which allows her to decrease all of her spell's cast times by a little. While spells that require little to no casting become instant, they're not actually something she can spam on demand, as instead of having a cast time, they get a cooldown equal to the length of the cast time. Of course, it's still preferable, as she can shoot better while moving and can shoot instantly after taking aim. Her second talent is Dual Slots, which allows her two equip two Spell Crystals at once. Normally Nymphs can only use one at the time, but she can use two, which gives her a larger arsenal of spells. Now it has been mentioned already that she could use both fire and lightning magic before she even picked up this talent. Why is this? Well, she's a lucky owner of a tier three Spell Crystal which has both the fire and lightning elements attached to it. Now with her second slot she can also cast arcane spells, but she hasn't put much effort into them, as she wants to change it to something else in the future.


Lemon, like has been mentioned before, is a stealth ranger. What this actually means is that she's a player who hides from her enemies in the distance with an ability to catch them off surprise, dealing massive damage in the process. It actually fits her very well, as she is not naturally athletic and not very well trained in virtual reality gaming environments. She is very observant and aware of her surroundings though, and very good at aiming. Her first talent is actually called Stealth, which passively makes her invisible to enemies as long as she's staying still and keeps a reasonable distance. She can still be sensed through sound, smell and even source, but that's a minor problem, especially in a group setting. The initial damage from the stealth shot is always multiplied by five, making it extremely deadly, but because it requires a lot of setup to achieve properly, it is not as overpowered as it may sound. Still, it's enough to kill many enemies with a one shot only, some of which are very strong. It is also worth pointing out that stealth will immediately break after the first attack and will not work on the same enemy as long as it has her in its sights. Her second talent is Longshot, which increases the damage based on how far away she is from her enemy. Given the fact that she's good at aiming, and the fact that her two talents work well with each other, she is not only the heaviest hitter of all the Nymphs in the group, but also perhaps as heavy a hitter that a Nymph can theoretically be. She's the silent assassin who watches over rest of the group from afar catching off her enemies by a surprise before they can even know what hit them. This all, however, comes at a heavy cost. She's kind of slow as well as incredibly weak and vulnerable. She truly is a glass cannon in the most literal sense of the term.


…


Now, back to the more relevant parts of the story.


A familiar group of five departs from the Grove towards north with plans of even venturing far away. Having been relatively successful for the past few days, they're not afraid of the dangers lurking in the forest. They come across a cliff and see a mountainous landscape ahead with white, bald cliffs raise from the midst of the thick forest. Somewhere here lies their target.


"It seems like we made it to the cliffs", Wendy says and looks around herself. She has been told about the area in the public gathering nobody else in her party was bothered to attend. "Now, where do we get down?"


"I'm more worried about how we get up once we're down there", Angel points out.


"Oh, don't worry", Wendy says, reassuring Angel that it's fine. "There should be multiple ways to get up and down without climbing."


Lemon joins in the discussion, with a suggestion. "Should our first priority be mapping this area on top of the cliffs? If we can secure a safe route it will make going back and forth from the valley to Grove easier and faster."


"Remember that little rock we walked past ten minutes ago?" Wendy says. "Someone at the council meeting gave everyone several markings about the area, as mapped by her own party, so we can use them as our checkpoints. The little rock is the best one in my opinion. We just need to find the closest place to get down and mark that as our second checkpoint, and we've basically secured a good route."


Lemon nods, with a happy smile on her face. "Oh, that's what the stone was about?"


"In any case, that was one long fucking walk", Rain says and sighs. "I already wanna take a break."


"We can relax for five minutes, no problem", Wendy says. "Everyone okay with that?"


There are no disagreements. They get away from the cliff, where they could possibly be seen from below, and they sit down for a little breather.


…


After finding a good place to go down into the valley below, they take one final stroll back towards their first checkpoint in hopes of securing a good route for their inevitable return. In the process of doing so Lemon, who is following the group from a distance and keeping track of what's behind them, sees something in the corner of her eyes. It's a sole goblin scout, a little green bastard with black eyes hidden behind his thick and flabby cheeks and forehead, wearing nothing but a pair of ripped leather pants. This goblin is walking straight towards the unsuspecting group of four who are more tightly packed to one place. Lemon does not know if this is a coincidence or not, but the goblin does seem to act hostile, having his daggers drawn out. This causes her to draw her bow, take aim and tighten the bowstring to its limits. She can't just alert her friends, as the enemy would hear. Besides, goblins never act alone. 'It must be accompanied by others, but where are they?' She can't see any other goblins anywhere. Lemon finds herself asking, 'Should I try killing the goblin right away?' She's one hundred percent sure she could do it if she hit, but she's afraid to start the combat. "You should've shot." A rough voice startles Lemon, who feels her heart skipping a beat. She turns her head around to see a giant goblin, way bigger than any other she has seen before, wielding a giant club. He is already preparing for a swing, and Lemon manages to dodge it at the last second, but this blows her stealth against every single possible enemy in the area. There is only one thing left to do, and that is alert the allies.


"They're here!"


Immediately, four Nymphs walking together ahead of Lemon, all turn towards different directions, drawing their weapons. Rain is the first one to see the giant goblin harassing Lemon, now trying to grab hold of her with his hands. Useless and defenseless in her current state, she needs help badly. Rain rushes in for help and scares the goblin away with a swing of her own, an attack that this goblin manages to dodge masterfully. Standing erect, this goblin is a little over one and a half meters in size. Taller, more muscular, and definitely fatter than Rain, he looks like a truly menacing foe. Even smaller goblins are tough opponents for their unpredictable attack patterns and teamwork, but this one is an absolute monster, an elite goblin. It's not a foe that Rain feels confident about defeating.


"What's the matter?" goblin asks. "Scared?"


Rain immediately shows fear on her face when she hears this monster speak clear English. It is a first time for her, as the monsters she has faced so far have not been able to speak in familiar languages. She knows that goblins have an advanced language of their own and even know some important key words from English, but this one seems to be able to say much more. "Hide somewhere, Lemon", Rain says, putting herself in between her friend and her opponent. "You know what to do."


Lemon nods and runs away, trying to find a new position to attack from.


Meanwhile, trouble is heading towards the casters accompanied by their leader. There is the scout dual wielding his daggers, and then there are two other melee fighters, as well as a caster. Angel, who is not able to do any damage against the enemy retreats towards more centralized position, leaving the fight to her allies as she focuses on healing all four of them. Pink is luring two of the enemies in for a melee and activates her transformation ability to lash out some punishment on them as soon as they come within range. Surprised by the explosive close-range attacks, the goblins find themselves taking heavy hits, and take few steps back in retreat, assuming defensive positions. Pink must attack as fast as she can, as her transformation truly lasts for only a short time. She manages to finish off only one of her opponents, before her transformation fades out, leaving her exhausted. Thinking he now has an easy task at hand striking his enemy down, the final goblin attacks with a powerful, downward swing of his sword. He doesn't see the fireball coming against his face, and combusts magnificently, as Pink was able to do her part in defending herself. She, however realizes, that Angel's heals are not quite on point, and has to gather her strength on her own for now.


Angel has her hands full with Rain and Wendy, and having seen that Pink managed to survive, she makes a calculated risk of ignoring her. She knows that Pink could be ambushed by another wave of enemies but considering that no such wave seems to be on their way, she thinks she's doing the right thing. Now, Rain has her hands full with the giant goblin that has proved himself to be a formidable foe, but what's keeping Wendy? Why can't she defeat the two goblins she's faced against as easily as Pink?


Wendy finds herself in an extremely unfortunate situation, with a shield bearing goblin together with a fire caster on her heels. Against two melee damage dealers, she would have no problems. Hell, she could probably even manage two offensive casters, but against two very different enemies, she has trouble, especially since she finds tanky enemies to be her Achilles' heel. Despite wielding a shield, this massive goblin, about the length that she is herself, is very fast. Having his shield constantly as a defense, Wendy can't get a good shot in. She finds herself in a constant run, desperately trying to get away from her enemy. She finds an opening, having not shot the caster even once, and manages to get a good hit on his shoulder, barely missing the heart. Goblin immediately takes cover to heal and recover, leaving Wendy to focus on the shield bearing and flail wielding goblin. Having turned her attention away for a second proves to be fatal. Enemy charges in towards her, striking her with a shoulder tackle, and sends her into a stunned shock. Still barely on her feet she falls on her knees, only to find out that there is another inescapable flail hit coming for her in a form of a iron ball. She must take it, and take it she will, screaming in pain. The hit sends her flying flat on her back. Having not been at the receiving end of a quite possibly fatal hit ever before, she unsurprisingly finds herself hurting and in pain. It drains her stamina to zero, rendering her unable to act. For a moment she forgot about it, but she remembers it happening to Angel when she accidentally hit her in the spider cave with a missed bullet. It has also happened on the other adventures as well, but not to the extreme degree that she suffered just now. Since Nymphs don't have health points, as previously explained, all damage received comes in form of stamina degeneration. But that's not all. She can see her stamina bar shrinking. She finds herself asking, could it actually be a health bar after all? If she takes damage when she has no stamina left to degenerate, what happens to her? She might not be ever able to get her answer because she knows that the goblins don't want Nymphs dead. They want them as slaves for reproduction. Wendy picks up her weapon and raises it against goblins face, hands shaking in terror, but she's out of bullets on this particular weapon. She hasn't been able to reload. Her other weapon should have bullets left, but the flail hits it away from her hand the instant she takes aim. Disarmed, stunned, unable to move and at the mercy of her enemy, she asks herself, 'Where the hell are the others?'


Angel realizes the plight of Wendy the instant she lets out a cry of pain, being hit in her stomach by a flail. She can't see Wendy from the angle she is, especially with goblin blocking the way, and she can't just target Wendy by clicking on some button on her user interface either. As if aiming or throwing something in the real world, every spell must be targeted and must have a clear way to travel through, even those that do not require a travel distance and reach their targets instantly. Her spells can't go through trees, and they especially can't go through enemies, as the enemy would just absorb the holy spell. Angel manages to restore Pink's stamina, who has already gotten to her feet. And she does this just in time. More goblins are on the way. There's three of them and it's looking as if Pink is going to have to face them all alone.


Rain finds herself in a duel where neither fighter can get a hit in. As nimble as Rain is, this elite goblin is just as fast and nimble. He isn't a simple kind of enemy that has one repeating attack pattern, but rather, he has at least five different attack patters that Rain knows of, each of which are executed in a random order, and each of which will be interrupted if Rain tries to capitalize on them. When Rain attacks, the enemy dodges. Frustrating as it may be to admit it for her, this is not an enemy that she can defeat alone. In fact, this is the kind of enemy that no Nymph could ever defeat alone, no matter how strong they would get. He is simply that much better than a Nymph. Bigger, faster, stronger, and more importantly, way more durable. He can never run out of stamina, but Rain sure can. It is inevitable. He is a superior being. Rain can't run away either, as she would just get caught trying. If she had someone helping her, someone to deal a surprise blow to him while she was taking attention, they could deal damage to him together. They could have one member keeping his attention and the other one attacking from a blind angle. And just like that, this help arrives in form of a single arrow, piercing goblin's left pectoral muscle to deal massive damage. Angry and roaring, he rushes towards Rain, enraged. He doesn't even care that Rain uses this opportunity to try and attack, as enemy just runs straight through her. Rain fails her attack, falling flat on the ground instead, at least for a split second, as she's quick to pounce back. The enemy has his sights set on Lemon, 'But where is she', Rain asks herself in a state of panic. 'In the direction of cliff', she realizes, and sprints at her enemy trying to stay on his heels.


Pink, separated from Wendy, is desperately trying to reach her. There are three goblins in the way, all pushing her back. All damage she does is negated by heals one of them while the two others make sure that she can't finish the healer off. She can see that one of the goblins on top of Wendy has rope and cloth with him which he is using to subdue her, but there is nothing she can do to help her. She also quickly realizes that Rain and Lemon are also gone. Scared and not knowing what she should even do, she asks herself, 'Is this it for us?' The situation is eerily similar to that time she was last time ambushed by a group of goblins. She got separated from her allies and never saw any of them again. She knows that their party has been defeated, so should she just escape right away? 'No', she answers. There is still one Nymph left standing, and that is Angel. They can't defeat the enemies together, but she is determined to help Angel escape as well. Together they have a better chance of succeeding. They may not be able to save Wendy anymore, but if they help each other, they could be able to escape together.


Angel sees the situation with same eyes as Pink, except she is much more terrified of what's going on. She has known Wendy for so long, and now she's going to be taken away from right under her nose? Not only that, but she's powerless to stop it, as none of her abilities even work on goblins. She has also realized that Rain is gone too, together with Lemon and the giant goblin. She remembers hearing a strong bestial roar, but at the time she didn't think much of it, as it looked to her like the goblin was being damaged. She looks at Pink, who is looking at her, almost as if trying to ask her something.


Pink swears in her mind, and that is the moment she takes run towards Angel. She grabs her hand, urging her to run. "Let's get out of here! There's nothing we can do!"


It is a tough pill to swallow, but Angel agrees, mostly because she's not brave enough to even think about staying to fight. Together, they run away towards the first random direction only to realize that enemy is at their heels. "I don't think we can make it!" she cries out.


"Can't you make a barrier or something!?"


"It takes time, and I would have to stay still!"


Pink can't even believe she's going to suggest it, but she says it anyway: "If it looks like they're catching up to us, let's separate so they only get one of us!"


"We're not going to get caught, so don't even think about it!"


There is still some time until Pink can transform again, and even that wouldn't probably save them. Alone against three is too tall of a task even with a massive power-up. All they can do is run, but their batteries are running low. It is only a matter of time before they get caught.


With half a minute of desperate escape behind the duo, they both are now thinking of running towards different directions in hope of saving at least one of them, but something appears moving towards them from the front. It's a small figure, fast on its feet, a Nymph charging towards the goblins. Pink and Angel see others as well a little farther away, a total of four more. It's another group of five Nymphs. They stop on their tracks, and Angel proceeds to help the one charging in out. And this Nymph is fast, way faster than Rain. She's wearing much lighter clothing and wielding lighter weapons as well. She manages to take out the healer quickly in a quick burst of attacks, and her allies are quick to follow. There is a gunner with a rifle, a swordsman similar to Rain, an offensive caster wielding a staff and an unarmed supportive caster. Outnumbered now seven to two, leftover goblins are defeated in a flash. Eyes of this supportive caster and Angel meet, and they recognize each other. It's Melody.


"Is that you, Angel?" she asks, eyes wide behind her rectangular glasses. She rushes to Angel, immediately casting her restorative spell on her, as Angel is unable to do so herself. "What happened to you?"


"It was an ambush… Way too many of them… We ended up getting scattered…"


"How far away are they?" asks the dagger wielding, tanned Nymph.


"I think we ran for at least thirty seconds…" Pink says, out of breath. "By the time we got away, Rain and Lemon were already gone… Wendy got taken away as we escaped…"


A deep, collective sigh is released. "I don't think we can catch up to them anymore…" Melody says.


"It's worth a try", says the gunner. "Let's go search for a moment."


"Yes, of course", Melody answers and nods in agreement. She takes out a mana potion and offers it to Angel. "You're a healer, right? Take this. Let's take care of these hotshots together."


Angel nods slowly. With haste, lead by Angel and Pink, seven Nymphs head back to the battlefield.


…


In the end, they find the place to be empty, with only two little floating loot boxes left behind as a depressing reminder of how little success they truly had. They search for a moment, but do not find anything at the cliff, and can't see anything down in the forest below either. Three Nymphs disappeared that day into the forest at the hands of goblins, with only the fate of Wendy being clear. Subdued and tied up by the goblins, she has been dragged away by them towards Fort Hammercliff. Angel and Pink know of the shield bearer that together with the mage defeated her, but were there other goblins as well? They think there must've been even more, because they can't think of a way where they could've dragged Wendy away so quick. It is now Wendy's fate to join many other Nymphs as a prisoner of goblins to serve as a sexslave for them.


That is what they're certain of, but what about Rain and Lemon? What happened to the elite goblin? Nobody knows except them, and nobody will not know about it for time being either, but the seven Nymphs hope that the fate of these two will be revealed soon. For now, however, their fate - as well as the conclusion of the fight between the duo of Nymphs and the elite goblin - shall be left for a later part of this chapter, as they will be temporarily written off the story.


Angel and Pink, together with the five Nymphs who by a miracle's chance happened to be nearby to save them, head back towards Grove.







Fort Hammercliff, Part One

Excerpt from the Gamer's Logbook; "Exploring the Mechanics of Nymphsaga", entry number ???, "Nymphs and Mortality, Part One: Damage and Stamina Degeneration."


Make no mistake about it: Nymphs are NOT immortal. They will die if their body takes too much damage.


That being said, Nymphsaga is not a game where enemies are trying to kill players, nor is it a game where Nymph's blood will be spilled by them. Rather, the primary motivation of enemies lies in rendering Nymphs unable to defend themselves, subduing them and capturing them. Sword strikes cannot cut player's limbs and crushing blows will not flatten their organs. They can feel extreme pain, but their bodies will last anything that's thrown at them. Nymphs are ethereal in a sense that attacks will cut through them, leaving behind only a temporary mark.


All damage, both magical and physical, is done through stamina degeneration, where stamina gets drained away from players as they take damage. Stamina bar has two layers to it, out of which the first one is stamina that can be used by Nymphs for various tasks, and the second one is the bar itself. As Nymphs take damage or suffer though other physically demanding torments such as rape, their stamina bar will eat itself away, reducing the maximum amount of stamina they can recover, until there is almost nothing left. When the bar is reduced to being just 5% of its original size, Nymph's body will collapse and break down, sending them into a "fainted state" where they will continue their lives as nothing more than powerless ragdolls. Yet, their minds will last, as they must endure whatever happens to them afterwards. Nymphs can be physically killed only while in "fainted state", but this is extremely rare, especially in the hands of enemies. Degenerated bar will not be restored by heals, and instead must be restored by comfortable good night's sleep.


…


With the assistance of their allies, Pink and Angel return securely home. Left feeling defeated and helpless, they can only imagine what their friends are going through right now. All they want to do is help, but to do that they must first know where their friends are.


In addition to Melody, the modestly dressed purple haired bookworm, acting leader, a strategist and the quiet healer of her group, there are four additional members to the group. We have mostly gone through what kind of person Melody is in one of the previous chapters, but it is worth pointing out that Melody is pretty much identical to Angel in her body shape, as it was not previously told. She looks pretty much human as well.


Then, there is Candy, the tanned cold killer in a skimpy outfit consisting of shorts made of jeans cloth and a bikini top, wielding daggers and striking with havoc from the shadows. Apparently Candy and Melody are lovers in real life, but that is a story for another time. She's about average in height but has a very skinny body with no curves to boast about. Her dark brown hair is messy and wild, and short in length. She, also, appears fully human. She's kind of similar to Melody as far as personality goes, but instead of just acting serious, she's ridiculously shy. She prefers to stay quiet, as she doesn't like participating in idle chit chat. She really loves being present though and seems to like listening to others chat even though she doesn't talk too much. She pretty much only talkative during combat and strategy discussions.


Their swordsnymph (A funny word that) is called Luna, and despite her similar choice of weapon, she's in fact very different fighter to Rain, as she relies on strength and elemental damage instead of quickness. There is a talent similar to Ammo Specialation available for soldiers as well, which imbues weapons with a magical coating. Like Angel and Melody, she has a little more mature body than your average Nymph, and is actually the tallest of the group, standing at 138 centimeters tall. She's a blonde with a hair reaching up to her shoulders, which she has decorated with a single pigtail sticking out from the side of her head. Dressed up modestly in long pants reaching all the way to her ankles and a cute pink sleeveless shirt as a top, she dresses up like a normal person in real world would be, which is unusual for Nymphs. She looks like a human too. Personality wise, she's exactly what you would expect a young, socially extroverted teenage girl to act like. Athletic, smart and kind, she's kind of like your stereotypical popular, good-at-everything "barbie" girl in school, who all the other popular girls want to hang out with, and who makes all the boys fall over like dominos. Well, she is pretty much like that in real life as well, except for the fact that she's a closeted VR-MMO nerd.


Then, there is Nora, the staff wielding caster and first of two abnormals in the group. She's pretty much a dark elf, with long pointy ears and a dark skin. A little bit on the shorter side, she is very petite indeed. Her dark hair has a strange, blue hue to it, and her eyes are purple. Her outfit is just as skimpy as that of Candy, but she has a miniskirt as opposed to shorts. She's a hybrid between a supporter and a caster, and she relies on both strengthening her allies through positive status effects as well as ice magic to dish out punishment. It is also worth pointing out that she's wearing a scarf. Like Rain and Pink, she's a bit of a joker. A natural born optimist, she finds joy in everything, and is constantly giggling. Over all, she's very calm.


And last, there is Laura, a cute little gnomish girl with a round, yet cute nose and jug ears pointing out from her long and wavy brunette hair. She's about the same size as Pink with a slightly juicier butt. She is, however, nowhere near as juicy as the taller girls in her group, as she is still pretty petite. Her clothing consists of brown short shorts and a cute vest, covering a plain, black short sleeve T-shirt. She's a gunner who opts to use a futuristic rifle, similar to that of Wendy's pistols. Her role is more similar to that of Lemon though, with a notable lack of reliance on stealth. Instead, she relies on her accuracy talent as an aim-bot and likes running around. As far as personality goes… Well, let's just say that she's as loud as her gun is; there is no silencer.


Now, inside the protective barrier, Pink and Angel pretty much instantly collapse to their knees. Angel has already been doing her best not to cry but having lost two of her dearest friends into the unknown, she can't hold it in anymore. "I feel so worthless…" she says weeping. "We lost so easily…"


Luna is first to comfort her with a light hug from behind. "It wasn't your fault. It could've happened to anyone."


"Yeah, no kidding", Melody says and sighs. "We've faced adversities similar to that and managed by a hair's margin."


"From what I understood, you were against way too many enemies at once", Laura says. "We would've lost too. Any group of five would've."


"We should've escaped when we all had a chance…" Pink says, mourning. "I'm not sure if we would've made it anyway though…"


"It's no use worrying about it now", Melody says. "I do assume that you two want to help out your friends though. If you have nobody else to join, then join us."


Angel nods deeply. "Yes… I will join you…"


"It's only a matter of time until we find that fortress and raid it empty", Luna says, offering her hand to Angel, and drags her to her feet. "Your friends will be saved."


"So, what's the plan?" Pink asks.


"For now", Melody says, "We rest and gather our strength. We eat, we restock, take a nap, anything to help us when we go out on an expedition later in the afternoon. Is that alright by you girls?"


There are no complaints to be voiced, not even from Angel. As much as she wants to go out there immediately and try to help her friends, she knows that she can't rush to her doom, especially not alone. She must rely on her newfound allies and on the community, and to do that, she must wait. "Then, I will go home for time being… I have a lot to think about."


Nora comes to her and taps her on the shoulder. "Be sure to eat well, sweetie. In fact, would you like for me to cook you something?"


"I-it's fine…" Angel answers, cracking a smile. "I've actually done meal prep for tonight, so I can handle my own meal."


"I don't mean to intrude, but I would love a good meal…" Pink says.


Nora grabs Pink's hand gleefully and nods. "Come with me then! I'll shower you with tasty treats!"


Already on their way back towards the residential areas, they come across a Nymph unfamiliar to Angel and Pink, but very much familiar to the rest. This tiny Nymph, with the same body type that Pink has, is called Dana, a half-elf like Rain with strange, starshaped irises. Her magnificently long wavy white hair is tied with a giant red bowtie with polka dots in it, and her frilly, white summer dress comes with colorful flowery pattern on its short skirt. "Would you look at that, you've returned safe and sound", she says, crossing her arms and walks up to Melody. "What's up?"


"Ah, nothing much", Melody says, with a rare smile on her face. "Bad luck on our expedition, but we managed to save some unfortunate friends who had their friends taken away by goblins."


"Oh, poor souls…" Dana says with a genuinely sympathetic tone. "Yeah, I actually wanted to talk about goblins. Someone is claiming to have found the fortress."


"What!?" Melody raises her voice, and a light appears on her face. Everyone else seems equally surprised. "So quickly?"


"Yeah, turns out that the decision to focus our efforts towards one place turned out being a good one", Dana says. "There's a council discussion in three hours to make sure that the place she is talking about is genuine. Spread the word. Tell everyone you meet, and make sure to be there in time."


"Yes, yes, of course", Melody says. "In fact, would you like me to join you right away?"


"You're not tired from the adventure?"


"Well, I mean… This is more important."


"Just rest, okay?" After saying this, Dana waves Melody goodbye and walks away.


Angel is left speechless and very happy indeed. Who would've guessed that they could be able to help their friends so soon? Of course, she still can't get ahead of herself, as they still don't know what awaits them at the fortress, but she's feeling particularly strong and optimistic about the future now.


"You heard the girl, so spread the word", Melody says.


"Wow, you're such a poet", Nora says, giggling.


"Shut it", Melody says, visibly blushing and looking away embarrassed. She hates being teased.


"Who was she anyway?" Pink asks with a curious tone.


"Oh, you haven't been at the council discussions at the outdoor theater?" Laura asks. "She's one of the girls who organizes those gatherings together with several others. She's kind of a big deal."


"Oh, I didn't know that…" Pink says.


"She's such a good girl", Nora says, still giggling.


Because they all live kind of apart from each other, they scatter quickly towards different directions. Angel and Luna head home alone, while Melody and Candy go on their own direction. Pink goes with Laura and Nora towards the place where they live to enjoy the dinner Nora invited her own.


…


Earlier it was established that the goblin that has defeated Wendy subdued her with ropes and cloth, as seen by Pink. Let us roll back time to that very moment and go forward from there.


With no stamina left and without her weapons, Wendy finds the answer to her question. She asked herself, 'Where are the others?' They're out of reach and cannot save her. She doesn't know about any of her friend's fates, and she will not know either, at least not until she either escapes or is saved by someone. Unarmed goblin pushes her hands down, and with her pitiable strength, she can't even hope to raise her body from underneath this monster's weight. She tries to kick him, but her attacks are proven to be ineffective. It's like kicking a heavy sack of potatoes: nothing will make the goblin bugle. Well, almost nothing. You see, every man has a place where it really hurts, a weak spot in the truest sense of the word. Wendy's vicious knee strike catches the private parts of this goblin in the last attempt get him off her. Alas, her kick proves to be ineffective as well. The goblin is wearing some kind of protection underneath its leather pants. Wendy's attempted strike to its scrotum actually makes the goblin laugh with its inhumane cackle, and lean closer, as if trying to lick her face or steal a kiss. Eyes wide open, left dodging its lips white-faced in disgust, she trembles and her body freezes. With his strange accent, goblin says one understandable word: "Naughty…"


Together with the injured mage, he discusses something in a language foreign to her. It reminds her of no language she has ever head. The pronunciation sound Germanic, they speak fast like Spanish or Japanese, and the words themselves are all over the place. Wendy sees the goblin apply some clear liquid to one of the cloths, and before Wendy can even realize what's going on, this cloth is placed on her face. She begins to struggle as she breathes in this foul liquid. It drains away all her strength, but strangely enough, it won't knock her out. Left paralyzed. She's still very much awake. Goblins turn her to her stomach, and they start tying her up. Raised to the shoulder of the goblin, laying limp like a rolled-up rug, she is taken away. Her head faced towards the trail behind, she looks around the battlefield only to see it empty. Everyone has disappeared, rest of the goblins included.


She can't see where they're heading, but from the looks of it, they're heading towards the direction Nymphs expected the fortress to be in, which is a good sign. There are five goblins in the party, three of who joined the group midway, and group has no elites in it, so should they come across a party of Nymphs, they would probably be defeated. Wendy knows this is her last lifeline, as escape seems otherwise impossible. The walk is long, and the tension is excruciating. Minute by minute she becomes surer of her demise, a fate she is not mentally ready for. She knows that she's not going to get simply raped for few minutes, only to be saved instantly, like was the case with Angels and the spider. She knows that she's going to be raped over and over again by monsters that are bigger and stronger than her, and these monsters are going to knock her up as well. She knows it, she hates it, and she wants none of it. Just thinking about makes her skin crawl.


She could be wrong about how long it took, but it felt like an hour to her, give or take. It makes her feel optimistic because now she knows that the fortress is two to three hours of walking away from Grove, which means that in the best-case scenario she doesn't have to be slave for any more than couple of hours. Of course, she can't rule out the possibility of it lasting for days, or weeks, or hell, even months. She has regained some of her strength already, because the long-lasting effect of the poison has faded, but the ties are too tight for her to struggle, so she continues to stay still.


The fortress is grey and made entirely out of stone. She couldn't see it from the outside, but from the inside it looks almost too ornate and splendid to be built by mere goblins. She could be just feeding into stereotype of a low intellect, primitive, cave and hut dwelling goblin, but she finds it strange nonetheless. Besides, the place kind of looks like a giant hall of a ruined temple. Could it be that it was built by the extinct civilization discussed in the recent lore book regarding the history of Nymphs and Phantasm, and then later found by the goblins for them to set up a camp in? A little food for thought for Wendy in this desperate situation.


She can't marvel upon the beauty of these ruins for much longer though, as the goes through an iron door into a cave, taken down deep beneath the surface. As name suggests, the fortress is built on top of a little yet steep mountain, with its lower parts, like the great temple, built on the foot of the mountain. Inside these narrow corridors are several rooms, locked behind bars like a row of jail cells, and inside many of them must be captive Nymphs. She can't see any of them, since the rooms seem to be behind long corridors, but moans and cries can be heard everywhere. Some are still full of life while others already sound exhausted and defeated. Some sound scared, while others sound surprisingly willing. Have they given up, or have they been drugged? Wendy doesn't know the answer, but she can't imagine herself being reduced to such state. She absolutely can't let it happen. She has already decided beforehand that what's going to happen to her is going to be horrible torture.


As soon as the goblins find the first empty cell, they go inside and close the iron door behind. There are no locks, but the doors and handles look very heavy. No little girl has strength to open up such a heavy door alone. They walk her to a small room lit up by nothing but eerie magical lights. With no windows, there's nothing but grey stone around her, with some dark iron bars and chains. There seems to be a wooden rack on the wall as well, lined up with tools and toys for sexual plays, or as she would like to say it, "torture". And last there is a stone slab in the middle of the room, supposed to be some sort of table, or perhaps a very hard bed. The goblin that has carried her for the entire time lays her down roughly on top if it, and left sitting up, tied up, Wendy looks at the goblin dead into the eyes. Goblins keep discussing something as a group, laughing to themselves. Left out of the discussion, unable to even understand that they're saying, she's now more afraid than before.


A rattling sound startles her. A chain drags through the cold hard floor, and one of the goblins has an iron collar in his hand. Wendy tries to struggle for a moment, but she is being held in place, pushed down against the stone slab. Collar finds her neck and is locked tight. It has a lot of room to move, and Wendy could probably fit even her palms under it but fitting a head through it is impossible. It's the ultimate proof of slavery. She's shackled to an iron collar, connected to a strong iron chain which in turn is attached to the wall.


First, they rip off the cloth off her face almost as if wanting to hear her cry. Then come the bladed weapons; swords and daggers. Cold steel kisses her body but dares not to cut her skin. Their tips slowly find their ways underneath her clothes, underneath the ropes. Hands tied behind her back, she watches as the package starts to unravel. Staring from her belly all the way to the neck, a sharp knife cuts through the cloth and the rope, slowly revealing her body. First for goblins to feast their eyes on are her belly button and her flat chest. Wendy begins to squeal. Horrified, she can't hold back the tears. They cut her legs free, and at the same time, hands drag on her shoes and on her socks, and then, on her belt. They rip it open and cut up her pants. Now, somewhat free, out from the ropes, she tries to resist only to find out how weak she truly is. She is nothing against the hands that undress her. Piece by piece, they expose her body, leaving her naked as her clothes are ripped away. Even ties from her hands are cut. With not even a piece of string left between her toes, her body lays bare underneath the lustful eyes. Same can be said about the goblins. One by one, they take off the little gear they have, leaving back their weapons as well. Wendy gets one good glimpse of a green, erect goblin cock before she lets out a clear and girly scream, a voice she didn't even think she would be capable of producing. Goblins are short, but their genitals are proportionally large. We're talking about a cock of an average human adult attached to a one-meter body.


No wait, no foreplay, nothing at all. They're going to drag her straight into the deep end. It starts with one goblin dragging her ankles and pulling her legs apart. The same goblin that defeated her is going to be the first one to rape her and steal away her virginity. To the very last moment, Wendy shakes her hips defiantly and keeps pushing her knees towards each other in a sorry attempt to close her legs. Goblin however, pushes his body forward as he pulls Wendy towards the edge of the stone slab, and he forces his body between Wendy's legs, making it physically impossible for her to close them anymore. She still flails her legs around and she even presses her now freed hands against the fat belly of the goblin. As soon as she opens up her eyes to look she freezes though. A cock is standing erect over her belly, reaching all the way up to her belly button, with the tip being just barely over it. She's still trying to push, but she's doing her best to not touch it. She doesn't want her skin to even accidentally graze it. She's disgusted to her stomach by it. There might as well be a deadly snake on her belly, ready to bite.


'Don't you DARE put that thing in me', is what she wants to say, with a furious tone, but she is not capable of it. She can manage simple words like "No", and "Please no", words that do not really line up with her anger. All she can do is weep in panic and pray for it to stop. But no matter how much her tears flow, no matter how she struggles and screams and cries, the goblin won't stop. His hunger for source is bottomless, and it will do anything to get its hands on a Nymph.


First the goblin releases his hands from the ankles, grabbing hold of Wendy's waist instead with the other one. Then he pulls his hips backwards, with his hand on the cock, pressing the raging boner down and presenting it to Wendy's little vulva. Leaking with precum, tip kisses her opening and presses down on it. She has pleaded "No", but now she screams it. With both hands now on her waist, he leans forward and pushes into her slowly, pulling her waist against the cock with force at the same time. She isn't even wet, yet it pushes into her. First push is very slow and hard indeed, but as soon as her hymen gives out with a snap, there's no keeping the shaft out. Until the very end, she uses her little fists to punch down on goblins fingers to zero effect. Quick and powerful thrust into the hole deflowers her, stopping her protests and causing her to let out an agonizing scream, caused by the dry insertion. Her hole painfully stretches to the shape of her first cock, which now sits still inside her, pushing against her deepest reaches. Her pussy is trying to contract and tighten back to its natural shape, but the foreign object won't let it.


Grinding out and grinding back in, skin massages her insides, sending shockwaves up her spine through the nerves inside her and around her opening. Rock hard cock feels feverishly warm inside her crushing grip and it's slowly gaining speed. It's moving about as fast as the goblin can move in her tight hole, and the moisture is seeping in. With every hit against her cervix, she tightens up a little bit and feels a wave of unwanted pleasure sent through her lower body. It is causing her to get wet as a response, much to her dismay. She can't believe she could be getting wet and horny from a rape. It's probably better that not getting wet at all, as it will relieve her pain, but it makes no sense to her. How terrible is it that she can feel extreme physical pleasure from something she doesn't even want to participate in? 'It's not fair', she tells herself. Her weakness and her involuntary physical responses, none of it is fair. But how unfair is it really? She's about to learn very soon how unforgiving Nymph's body truly is to the mind trapped inside.


Goblin is really starting to pick up the pace as it becomes increasingly easier for it to do so. Squishy claps and slaps fill the room alongside her cries and the heavy berating of her rapist. It almost feels like it's getting even deeper than before, almost as if Wendy's internal organs were being flattened by the cock, like meat being tenderized. Every single thrust is brutal like a punch, and with the powerful hands holding her in place, they're just intensified. Yet, there is no pain. Wendy is learning this first-hand by the hardcore rape. Only physical sensation she is capable of feeling right now is inhuman pleasure. Everything else is dulled and has faded out. Her sense of pleasure is almost like it's magnified with every other sense taking a backseat. In reality, her body and her senses work just like it's supposed to, but they all just drown out under the intense ecstasy. That's how Nymph's body is. It's a body tailormade for sex, and it doesn't come through only for the person using the Nymph, but also for the Nymph herself. Needless to say, Wendy's mind still is not exactly in line with her physical sensations. In fact, her mental condition just starts to worsen, as she becomes even more confused. Excruciating anticipation of what's going to happen next torments her soul. She knows where this is going.


Monster lifts her lower body up from the stone and leans back. His body leans backwards and he sprints forward, grunting like a gorilla. It's the piston-like movement of a male about to ejaculate. Wendy knows it, and she's not that far away from her own orgasm either. In fact, it's a surprise she hasn't come yet, given how it feels. She has already felt like she was about to come multiple times already, but her body has not given up and disconnected from her mind completely yet. It is going to, however, despite the fact that she wants none of it. She doesn't want to cum, but the cock is going to make her. She can't beat it, and she can't resist it any longer. Like a bolt of electricity, pleasure penetrates her brains, and her scared screams are completely muffled out by a loud moan of undeniable pleasure. Ecstasy is written all over her teary face that has now turned silly despite her previously terrified expression. Her moaning stops as the cock stops. She's brought back to reality from the pleasure-infused trance. Goblin ejaculates inside her and she lets out one final scream of terror. She can feel a rock-hard cock throb inside her in a melting heat, and she can feel it fill her up. Drowned somewhere in the sea of pleasure are signs of physical disgust, enough to want to make her puke, but that's what it just is, a desire. It's just that, because even her ability to perceive pain and disgust are slowly being eroded away, as she is dragged deeper into the hole.


Wendy can only hope that by some miracle's chance her situation is going to be like that of Pink's when she got raped by a wolf. Pink managed to avoid pregnancy for reasons still unknown. Well, Wendy knows that that's an empty hope. Goblin semen guarantees a child. It's just going to be a question of whose child is it. There are four more erect goblin cocks ready to rape her. First goblin backs away, leaving her laying down, unable to even sit up, let alone get on her feet. Then again, she's shackled, so what's the point anyway? Next goblin pushes himself on top of her, actually on top of her, physically presenting himself on top of the stone slab. She was able to close her legs for a moment, but all strength has left her, and all it took was his loins to force itself in between her. With the help of one hand, he pushes tip in place and with one downward thrust, it sinks in easily. Just as tight as she was with her hymen intact, the cock slides in with the help of her juices. Thrusting starts immediately. Pushing himself down on top of her, the creature subdues her hands, pushing them down as well, as he stares at her body. She hasn't even thought about covering her body, but now that she realizes that he is feasting his eyes on her chest, she wants nothing more than to cover herself up.


Another climax overtakes her, this one happening in the middle of rubbing thrusts. Even though it's nowhere near as fast as rough as the last one - at least not yet - the orgasm isn't any less intense. It's still enough to fry her brains and overload her senses as she can't even think straight for time being. Like before, she gets over it, but it feels so good and makes her heart pound so hard afterwards that she wouldn't find it surprising to lose oneself to such intense pleasure. She now realizes why some of those voices sounded so willing. It could get much, much worse for her. Should her mind give out, there would be nothing she could do to stop it from happening. The only question is: how weak exactly IS Nymph's mind? Only time will tell.


…


As willing as Wendy's body has become, her mind isn't any more complicit. Her tears have dried up, as even her cries have drowned under the tidal waves of pleasure. Five goblins have ravaged her for over an hour now, taking turns in raping her. The only thing that Wendy can honestly be grateful for at the moment is the fact that they're more than content with using her vagina and have not tried to force cocks into her mouth or her ass.


Commotion fills the room, but not one filled with alarm. Wendy is faced away from the door, being fucked from behind on her fours, so she can't see who it is. There's talk, there's laugh, and there are heavy steps. Goblin pulls out mid-fuck from her before he even gets a chance to ejaculate. There is someone new to do her. A sixth goblin, presumably a big deal in the eyes of the other goblins, for they would give up fucking her so quickly.


"Wow, we got a big haul today", goblin's voice says, as he laughs with his deep voice.


Does he mean Rain and Lemon? There's no way he would know the names. Then again, he may not even be the same goblin. 'Wait', Wendy realizes. 'It can speak!?' It came as a surprise for Rain and Lemon earlier as well, but the others did not hear the big goblin speak, so it comes as a surprise for Wendy. Yet, she only opens her mouth to gasp in surprise, for she's still too scared to speak. Hands larger than the previous ones take her shoulders, as they lift her up to sit down. Slowly, Wendy turns around to look at his face, as he takes a look at her body.


"You look like a good fuck. You might be my favorite so far from the ones today." His flattering doesn't make her any happier. In fact, they only make her more anxious and scared. This goblin is tall, way taller than her, as opposed to rest of the goblins out of which even the tallest is shorter than her. Her eyes drop down to this already naked goblin's groins and see sees its erect dick. Every time she saw one of the dicks of her previous rapists, she instantly looked away, but not this one. Her eyes are locked to the cock that has to be larger than an adult's forearm. It's big, it's thick, and it's downright just mean. It's veiny, and it has a brown hue to its mottled green skin. Honestly, it looks almost like a dildo to her, as she can't believe such a behemoth could be attached to a living being.


Pep returns to her body the instant goblin lifts her up. She flails her tired legs as she feels her back tugged closer towards the goblin. His hands move to her legs, right under her knees, and they grab onto her tightly, as they force her legs spread. In an upwards position, kept high in air like a little toy, Wendy looks down and observes the cock underneath and between her legs. Her body gets raised up, and then about to be dropped down on the cock. "No!" she screams and with her hands free, she lowers her hand to block her pussy. "It won't fit! Spare me!"


"Hahaha, and they told me you're not very talkative!" goblin says, laughing. "So, it is MY cock that finally made you beg for mercy? I'm honored."


"Don't put it in! Please, anything else!" Having his hands focused on the legs, he thinks for a moment about what to do. Well, all he has to do is to move Wendy's body a little bit forward and suddenly, the glans is kissing her anus. Her eyes open up wide like a couple of clean plates, as she screams loud in panic. "I WAS KIDDING! SHOVE IT INTO MY PUSSY, I BEG YOU!"


"Oh, who could resist a plea like that!" Goblin is happy to oblige, as it honestly wants pussy more than ass. Wendy, shaking, can't believe she actually let herself beg like that, and it's just making her cry again. Reduced to such a pitiful state, she feels so weak and pathetic. At least her ass is spared, for now. Things will not get any better though, as tip pushes into her. She begins to move her hips, but the tip is already deep enough in her for her to be unable to shake it off. Goblins hands begin to loosen, and it lets Wendy's own weight fall on it. Slowly, but surely, it slides in, and it tears her open wide. With every inch added to the circumference of her stretched out vagina, her face turns crazier. Her heart feels like bursting out of her chest, and her hand still is pressing against her vagina as she helplessly wants to do something - anything - to stop the advance. She expected pain, but there is none of that. This is more of that extreme pleasure that has overshadowed every other sensation. Finally, speed picks up, and she completely drops down the rod. In that instantaneous moment she experiences a squirting orgasm and lets out a wild scream, convulsing. Only about halfway inside her, it pushes against her organs so strongly she feels like it could pierce right through her cervix and straight into her womb. For that to happen though, there has to be more than just her own body weight. For that to happen, you need a couple of two strong hands to push through. But is there any way that the goblin would do that kind of damage to her? Can things really get any worse than they already are?


Wishful thinking on her part. Things are going to get worse. Goblin wants to stick it very, very deep. Hands grip tightly into her legs and it starts pushing her down on the cock. The advance is even harder than going through her hymen, but it is not, surprisingly enough, impossible, or even painful for that matter. Even the things that should in a sane world feel extremely painful just bring more pleasure to her. It pierces through, and balls deep, she can feel her stomach bulge slightly. Yet another orgasm occurs, continuing from the last one, and it is driving her crazy, causing her to tighten up even more. Goblin starts to move, thrusting deep. No, he doesn't actually thrust so much itself, as he is moving Wendy's body in rhythm up and down way more using her like an onahole. Reaching deeper than she even thought would be possible, she's in shock. As if it couldn't have become worse, and she hasn't even been anally raped yet. She knows it still might get worse, as the last thing she wants it something in her ass. Then again, considering that she can't do anything to stop it from happening, what's the point in struggling and getting outraged anyway? Thinking about it in that way just makes her want to cry even more.


Goblin finally adds his own, stronger hip thrusts into the mix, sliding the cock in and out in long strokes, slapping it deep against the softened-up insides of Nymph. She can feel the balls slap against her softly with every single thrust, a thought that makes her terrified just thinking about exactly how big it was. It seemed to her big like an arm, and now it pistons her with such ease? And judging by the speed, it's about to release straight into her womb. She has got to a point where even male ejaculation feels orgasmic to her, an idea foreign to her given that it's probably something that shouldn't happen in real life. A part of her, a part that has completely given up to the pleasure wonders what would a cumshot from such a giant cock even feel like. She doesn't have to wonder for long, as it cums straight into her, accompanied by yet another squirting orgasm. Her mind is blanking and starting to cave in to the pleasure. She can't take it anymore. Not even her heart can deny the pleasure, even though it should.


It doesn't stop either. A cock covered in cum, after sliding slightly out from her, just kicks right back in. This goblin is not content with just one orgasm, as it wants to do it over and over again in a long and brutal rape. Having not even recovered from her own orgasm, goblin begins from where it left off. Same speed, same depth, just a little messier and even nastier.


In her heart, she finally accepts that there is no point in struggling and crying. Things really are going to continue to get much worse for her.







Fort Hammercliff, Part Two

Excerpt from the Gamer's Logbook; "Exploring the Mechanics of Nymphsaga", entry number ???, "Nymphs and Mortality, Part Two: Mental Breakdown and the Spiritual Death of Nymph."


Phantasm is a cruel world for a Nymph, and it will torment anyone who is unfortunate enough to lose herself to the wilderness. As it was established, Nymphs will not die easily. That's why there is a protective mechanic in the game that will allow perish to perish into their "deaths", if you can even call it that. It is the spiritual death, caused by the mental breakdown of Nymph under extreme pressure.


Everything that counts as stamina degeneration counts towards the countdown to mental breakdown, but it comes mostly in form of rape, as that is the primary motivation faction of 99% of enemies. It is not a countdown that players can keep track off, and it will always come as a total surprise to them. Sometimes it comes fast in a matter of just a week, and sometimes it takes time, but Nymphs mind never lasts more than three weeks of continuous rape. It really depends on the circumstances and the question of can they even be saved from their fates anymore. After all, there are some traps that no player can get out from, ever. Nymphs will not see it coming, as it comes naturally and usually they can even feel their torment continue even after the breakdown has occurred and suffer deep into it for added intensity. Countdown towards the breakdown will reset every time Nymph recovers from her torment. Of course, enemies are not intelligent enough to abuse this mechanic, as it would be just plain unfair, but the fact that even an hour's worth of safe rest may reset the countdown is something that every player HAS to keep in her mind.


After mental breakdown occurs, player's spirit will leave Nymphs body, which will stay alive for its captors to abuse. Without a spirit, the body will disappear eventually. The question of what happens to Nymph's spirit after death is a chapter left for the next part of this entry, but let's just say as a minor spoiler - if you can even call it a spoiler - that players will not get out of the Nymphsaga when they die. Something else will happen.


…


There is no reason for anyone in Grove to doubt the honesty of Nymphs who claimed to have discovered Fort Hammercliff. They're a collection of eight Nymphs made of three different groups, all of who had their first groups ripped apart by goblins. United by their bloodlust and anger against the goblins, they ventured farther than anyone else to a place in the valley where no Nymph has ever claimed to have been in. After the council discussion had taken place, in a matter of just sixty more minutes, a large group of Nymphs leave Grove in hundreds, as almost a thousand Nymphs march into war. There is a long, long evening ahead of them, one that will certainly last deep into the night.


Unsurprisingly, nothing can stop these Nymphs. Sure, they face enemies, but as weak as Nymphs are alone or in small groups, can anything stop a thousand of them? Answer is probably no. Such a thing does not at very least exist in the immediate vicinity of Grove.


In two to three hours, they come across a valley covered in greenery, bathing in a red evening glow. In the middle of it, their destination lies, standing on top of the lone mountain in the middle of the valley. As they advance, they realize that there are no goblins to be seen anywhere in the valley. Are they waiting for them in defense? No, they're not. Goblins are completely unsuspecting of their demise. As evening rolls in, goblins get back to their homes and camps to rest, just like Nymphs. They know that Nymphs don't tend to hunt during nights, so they do not see any reason to go into the night either. Instead, they go home to enjoy their fruits of labor. As night falls, the captive Nymphs suffer a heavy workload. Caretakers that work during daylight hours go to sleep, while the warriors rape their slaves. Sure, there are guards, but when they realize that Nymphs are coming for them en masse, it's already too late.


Only way to enter the castle is through the great hall, remains of a once great temple. Out from there, roads lead to the many caves below and inside the mountain, as well as to the actual castle. While Wendy is in the caves with most of the slaves, some are up in the castle as well. The raid separates into four parts, all of different size. From largest to smallest, first one will go around the mountain, second one will go up the mountain to the main building, while third group will search the caves below. Fourth and the smallest group will stay put at the entrance.


Caught off guard, most of the goblins in the caves are unarmed and a very easy target for Nymphs. Of course, there are those, some of which are even elite, who are armed and tough opponents to beat, but with numbers, Nymphs are unstoppable. One by one, they find captive Nymphs, and find themselves to be horrified of their states. Even the best conditioned of them have been reduced to extremely pitiful states. Very few of them are actually in any kinds of conditions to talk, as most will pass out soon after being saved, and those who are, are not in any kind of condition to talk about anything else other than how grateful they are to be saved. Initially they're not sure how to get Nymphs out of their shackles, but when they realize that goblins actually drop keys, all of which can be used for all the shackles and will not even be consumed on use, they have a very easy time releasing every single Nymph.


Released Nymphs are left for the smallest group to guard and take care of as the group assigned to the caves starts circling the mountain to another direction from the previous one. At the same time, upstairs, a true raid takes place, or would if there weren't like a three hundred Nymphs up there. Usually in your typical MMO's there are limits to how many players can enter an instanced raid zone, but no such things exist in Phantasm. The entire planet is a sandbox - including every cave and every building - and every place is reachable without restrictions. Nymphs can just outnumber any raid they want to. Double X ranked boss of the Hammercliff tribe is turned from a horrifyingly strong foe to being just a runover.


With their leader down, goblins can't operate anymore. Like a pack of wolves, they need an alpha male. They require hierarchy and leadership to sustain themselves properly. It's in their nature. They begin to scatter as Nymphs capture Fort Hammercliff for themselves. Of course, this was not a mission of conquest, as they are planning on leaving it and left in ruins, but the idea of conquering an entire tribe of goblins is one that makes them all feel really, really satisfied in themselves. As night falls, their mission concludes. Having kicked the goblins out of their own home, they begin full-scale rescue operations in an attempt to search every nook and cranny of these ruins, as well as loot the place empty of all its treasures. Looting is free for all, but most Nymphs agree that they should only take loot from the enemies they themselves have killed or participated in killing. Everyone respects this unspoken rule. Things are a little bit different for the loot from the boss, which is without the doubt the best loot in all of Fort Hammercliff. To distribute these treasures fairly is the raid leader and one of the organizers behind the attack to the fortress, Katja, a fearless tank and a warlord in the truest sense of the word. They do it by fair a roll where everyone gets a chance, but nobody is allowed to roll for more than two items.


Now, all they have to do is return home. Lucky for them, this night is shaping up to be a particularly bright one, with the giant planet dominating the skyline reflecting light from its parent star to illuminate the magical forest. Gazing her eyes to the awe-inspiring sight that is a planet of gas hovering above the sky is Dana. She is asking herself, is it even smart to try and return during night, or should they set up a temporary camp and spend a night in the forest? It's not something that only she is thinking about, and luckily, it's not a decision that she has to make alone. Her thoughts, however, are interrupted by one very cheerful girl. She is not an important character in the future and will not appear ever again in the story, but for the sake of clarity, let's call her Jane.


"Hey! Are you some kind of leader?"


"I believe an organizer would fit me better", Dana says arms crossed, eyeing down Jane, who is now panting heavily after dashing. "What's wrong, sweetie?"


Flailing her arms, Jane responds with a loud voice. "There's this Nymph who is super weird! She doesn't even know about Grove!"


Dana raises her other eyebrow, and immediately takes few steps forward, towards Jane. "Take me to her!" she answers, grabbing her arm. As Jane starts to run, Dana instantly slows her down. "Calm, calm… We don't have to run…"


"Oh, hahaha!" Jane finds herself laughing, blushing a little. "Yeah, we don't have to run…"


"It's good to be full of energy", Dana says, nodding to herself. And then, she finds herself in front of this "weird" girl, who sits down naked. She immediately doesn't realize anything out of ordinary, as this Nymph looks like a normal girl. In fact, she looks very normal indeed, half Asian half African girl with long, dark brown hair. "Oh, you seem surprisingly well…"


"Yeah… I've only been here for few hours…" this Nymph says nervously. "I'm eternally grateful for you all… I thought this was it for me…"


"I'm Dana. What's your name?"


"Olivia."


Dana immediately remembers what the cheerful Nymph told her. If what she told her is correct, then this Nymph is not from Grove. "So, where are you from?"


"From Paradise."


"Where is that?" Dana asks. "What kind of place is it?"


"It's in a little valley hidden midst of waterfalls to the north from here", Olivia explains. "It's not even that far away."


Dana raises her arm to her jawline. "There shouldn't be any other starting zones for Nymphs other than Grove…"


"I have never heard of no Grove…"


Dana crosses her arms again. "Are you a player then? And not an NPC."


"I'm definitely a real person…" Olivia says, looking even a little offended. "I'm from Melbourne, 18 years old college student."


"Well, what the hell…" Dana finds herself scratching her head. "I am one hundred percent certain that Grove is the ONLY place where Nymphs can start the game."


Olivia looks a little perplexed and tilts her head. "Everyone in Paradise disagrees. In fact, we thought it's the only place where the game can begin."


"There is something weird going on…" Dana thinks out loud. She can't help but to feel that she, and every other Nymph, has had their memories tampered with, if that is even possible. She clearly remembers, clear as day, seeing many pictures from the game in the real world, and they all depicted Grove, every single one of them. "Do you remember this… Paradise from the real world as well?"


"Yes", Olivia says and nods. "There is no mistake about it."


"Okay. If that's true, there really must be something weird going on…" Dana says slowly and silently.


"Yeah, I agree…" Olivia says. "Everyone of you is from this… Grove… I'm just as confused as you guys are…"


"There might even be more villages like this!" Jane suddenly realizes.


"Yeah, that's what I thought as well", Dana says nodding. "In fact, there could be tens, if not hundreds. This place is freaking huge, after all."


"Well, does that really make sense then?" Olivia asks. "I mean, were there really that many players to begin with? There's, like, three thousand of us in Paradise."


"Grove is pretty large as well", Dana says, still thinking deeply. "Yeah, there is definitely much more to this world that meets the eye if they have tampered with our memories as well…" There is not any way for her to know which one has had their memories tampered with, her or Olivia. Maybe both of them have? It's impossible to know with the information they have. "In any case, I think we have to ask everyone where they are from. Who knows, we may learn even more." She turns towards Jane. "Hey, you."


"Yes!"


"Help me out a little. Explain the situation to anyone who seems like they're bored and ask them to help."


"Yes, madam!" With that said, Jane runs away.


"Now…" Arms crossed, Dana takes one hard look at Olivia. "I don't think we have any other choice than to take you to Grove."


"Yeah… It's a hard pill to swallow, because my real-life friends are in Paradise, but I understand that it is the only thing you can do."


"Exactly", Dana says nodding. "We can establish a connection to Paradise at later date and find a safe route there. I'm sure that a relationship between two different communities is a one that will benefit all of us."


"Yeah, we all want the same thing…" Olivia says, nodding herself as well. "Freedom from this world."


…


Meanwhile, upstairs, one unlucky Angel, left without any loot despite participating in killing the boss and its guards, finds herself taking a break, as the drained herself dry while taking care of attackers who got hurt in fights. In raids she has been a part of in Mormia, role of the healers is typically only to heal those who are seriously injured and have taken heavy hits, as tanks and damage dealers take turns and attack in waves. While things are not perfectly comparable to that in Nymphsaga, they operate by the exact same strategy. This is done so the heals wouldn't miss their targets or hit the wrong target in a frantic melee. Tired Nymphs come to healers to be healed, and then wait for their next cue if they can fight. Of course, there are some spot healers as well, but Angel was not one of them. Few tanks end up having their bar degenerated during the fight, which forces them out of commission, but luckily there are a lot of replacements.


Then, one very lucky Pink comes to her, pouting despite the fact that she got a piece of bracelets. "Looks like they're not here."


Angel nods and sighs. "Well, it's only one place, and there weren't too many prisoners up here anyway."


"There's nothing left to do here", Pink says and offers her hand to Angel. "Let's get downstairs and find our friends."


With the help of her friend, Angel is pulled to her feet, and they head back to the great temple. Stairs are long and steep, but nowhere as tiring to go down as they are to go up. Walking around together, each of them eyeing desperately at the Nymphs who have been saved, they wonder where their friends could be. After about a minute's walk, they finally see one familiar figure in Wendy, who has rolled herself into a blanket, and with soulless eyes, she stares at the roof unmoving, almost lifeless. She doesn't even realize that she is being approached by her friends, at least not until they're right in front of her. The instant she sees two of her friends standing and in good spirits, she looks like bursting into tears. Angel drops to her knees, in front of Wendy, offering her a warm and loving hug. Wendy is happy to take it, and she lets her tears flow. Silently weeping, she hugs Angel tight.


"I'm so sorry…" Angel says. "We left you to be captured…"


"No… Don't blame yourself…" Wendy says. "It wasn't your fault…"


"I'm so happy to see you again so soon…"


"Me too…! I'm so happy to be free…!" Wendy doesn't want to go into detail, but she was actually released before it looked like goblins would start to push themselves down on her two, or even three at once. In the end, she didn't taste a dick, and they didn't penetrate her ass either. It is a small consolation for her, as she honestly thinks that being pregnant and forced to deliver is worse than both of those things. Besides, she's not confident she's going to be so lucky in the future anymore. If one mistake or one streak of bad luck is all it takes for her to lose her freedom as a Nymph, then she might as well give up right away, or so she feels at the moment.


There's another Nymph coming for Wendy as well, and it is Melody. "Oh, I finally found you!" she says, sounding happy. "I'm so glad you're safe now."


Wendy looks at Melody. She realizes that everyone really came. It's a large group that came to save her and the other captives. "I'm so grateful for all the Nymphs in Grove… To think that they would risk their lives in hundreds to save just a handful of us captives."


"Well, I think there was a little over hundred captives in total, so it's a huge victory for us", Laura says, who is with Melody. "It's even more Nymphs that have gone missing."


"Yeah, I heard there are some from another neighboring village here as well", Melody says.


"Really?" Laura says surprised.


"Speaking of captives", Pink says, "Have you seen Rain or Lemon yet?"


"No, not yet", Melody says. "Hope is not lost yet, but almost everyone is already here."


"Go look for them, Pink", Angel says. "I'll stay with Wendy."


"Y-yes", Pink says. "I'll hope to be back soon with good news."


"Can you walk, Wendy?" Melody asks, as she also gets close to her friend.


"No… I can't…"


Melody opens up her user interface and touches Wendy's shoulder. She shows her the inventory, and a special potion blend that she has there. "Look at this. It's a potion to relieve heat and temporarily restore part of your stamina bar. It should be good for three hours, just enough for you to get home escape."


Wendy, or none of her close allies knew of such potion. Melody, just like Lemon, is an alchemist, and their recipe books are somewhat different to each other. "Shouldn't we save them for those worse off…?" Wendy asks, reluctant to accept the potion.


"It's fine. We prepared two hundred of them." Melody materializes the potion and offers it to Wendy, who takes upon the offer. Now, she waits until she can actually drink it.


"How about a potion to get rid of my baby…?" Wendy asks, almost whispering. Melody doesn't say anything, as she is afraid of giving Wendy a negative answer. "Well, of course such a thing doesn't exist…"


"I'm sorry… It hasn't been discovered yet…"


"I'll be by your side, Wendy", Angel says, still hugging her friend. "I'll help you get over it, I promise. Please, stay strong."


As hard as it is for Wendy to stay strong, she agrees with Angel. She must get over it. She nods and thanks her friend. Left alone with Angel, Melody and Laura leave to help out other Nymphs as well as hand out potions to others as well.


…


In thirty minutes, Nymphs are now sure that every place has been turned upside down, and no-one is going to be left behind. They have even shouted and yelled in hopes of hearing responses. They have double-checked and triple-checked some places and become sure that they're ready to leave. A long walk home begins.


Despite the fact that the journey is done in the dark of the night, they do not face trouble. Turns out that forest isn't that much more dangerous during nights after all, at least not in these parts of Phantasm. It is way past the bedtime for most Nymphs when they finally return. Every one of them head straight into their homes and most of them collapse instantly into their beds, not needing a minute to fall asleep. Showers and baths are mostly left for morning. Now, what about the Nymphs who were not from Grove? There were about forty Nymphs who claim to be from Paradise, and each of them got offered a roof to sleep under, as their saviors give them refuge at their own homes. There is a very interesting and a long day ahead of Nymphs, as they will discuss what to do moving forward regarding the revelation of there being another community of Nymphs to the north of Fort Hammercliff.


…


Wendy wakes up in her own bed, drenched in sweat in the early hours of the morning, when the sun is just starting to rise. She's glad that she is safe, but she still feels like crying, mostly because of the horror she faced. However, there is also a feeling of immense relief. It's over now; her journey continues.


She can't get back to sleep anymore. She's wide awake, and so, she doesn't even bother trying. With pretty much everyone who took part in the rescue operations still asleep - presumably - she has a lot of time in her hands. She wants to start her day by getting rid of her uncomfortable sweat, and she knows the perfect way to do that, which also will help her spend time. As a new addition to her apartment is a bathtub large enough for adult to fit in. Of course, Grove is a village with nothing but prepubescent children in there, but then again, two - or even three - little girls easily fit into the tub. It only cost twenty gold coins, which is a superb price even with the little money there is in circulation. Included with price was also a lifetime supply of herbal soaps and fragrances. She especially loves the one that smells of bergamot. It gives out lovely fresh and citrusy smell she loves so much.


Eyes closed and naked, she's in heaven. Her bathroom is a place of silence and tranquility, a perfect place for anyone to gather one's thoughts and just lay down to think. What keeps her thoughts in one place is her physical condition, one that she hasn't gotten over even though her stamina has returned to normal. She knows exactly why this is. It's the baby she's carrying in her womb, a child of a goblin. Words from one of the excepts from the Bioengineer's logbook echo in her mind. One quote in particular is in her mind: "…Nymphs will go to an extreme heat and forcefully create source at increased rate to speed up the pregnancy and feed the baby growing inside them." This is what she is going through right now. Even after being released, she's still horny, and there's little to nothing she can do to help it. Moreover, it's not just that she's horny, as she would expect herself to be on those nights she feels a little itch to masturbate. No, it's more than that. The throbbing she feels between her legs and deep inside her body is a constant longing for pleasure. Just thinking about it brings her memories from the last night to her mind. All those goblins, and their giant cocks, and the way they raped her one after another. As painful as those memories are to her, her body, the weak body of a Nymph, demands rough sex. Once having tasted it, she can never go back to being innocent and ignorant about what sex through the eyes of a Nymph feels like. Her body will remember it forever and continue to desire it even if she doesn't want it to happen herself. She's an artificial creature created for the sole purpose of sex and pleasure, and her soul cannot escape that prison.


A soft moan escapes her lips. She has been breathing heavy for a while, and she snaps out of her thoughts to the sensation of her hand rubbing her pussy. Without even thinking about it, she was doing it subconsciously to relieve herself of her lust for sex. In the end, she feels like she did just more damage, and ended up feeling even hornier. 'Pathetic', she tells herself. The world and the body are changing her. They're causing her to become someone else, and it feels so foreign to her. It's affecting her mind and her brains in a way that she's partially indistinguishable to who she used to be. Not only is she becoming like a girl, she's becoming one that finds pleasure in being fucked roughly. 'To think that I would this world to affect me like this… I really am pathetic…'


Pathetic or not, she can't help herself or her bodily state. Something has to be done about it. She wants to make herself feel at least a little better, even if it would just come back to bite her in the rear later. Even if it was just one single hour of relief from her physical condition, she's going to do it. She surrenders to her bodily lust, and goes all the way, fingers twirling inside her pussy and rubbing around her clitoris, until she cums in a matter of just few minutes. She comes to instantly regret it. 'Maybe it wasn't a good idea to masturbate in a hot bath', she tells herself. Dizzy, she gets out and heads out to cool down. If there's a silver lining to getting dizzy in a bath, it's the fact that it will be easier to get back to sleep.


After three small cups of water and putting on some light clothes, which are nothing but childish panties and a sleeveless undershirt for kids, both of which are pretty pale pink in color, she lays down to rest. She doesn't even bother to tie up her hair, and instead, lets them hang open. She asks herself, 'What now? What do I do now that I'm free? Can I ever return to being the same adventurer I was until yesterday? Can I still be the leader that my friends expect me to be?' and most importantly, 'What about the next time it happens?' Yeah, that's the question she's thinking about the most. She doesn't think about it just because she's worried it could happen to her, but also because it could happen to her friends, the Nymphs around her that she cares deeply about. It has already happened to Angel and Pink, both of who got off relatively easy. What if they don't get off easy next time? What if SHE doesn't get off that easy? What if she won't be rescued? What then? She knows now about the mental breakdown, having learned about it during her return to Grove. The unknown that lies behind that scares her. Whenever it is her or her friends in that situation, she doesn't even want to ask herself what that would mean to her.


Then it hits her. Rain and Lemon. Her eyes widen as she realizes, 'It could be happening to them right now.' How could she forget about them? She has been thinking about just herself and her own condition, even though they could be in much bigger trouble right now. As far as she knows, they're still out there somewhere. Or are they? Have they returned? She clearly remembers from before she headed home that Angel banged on Rain's door hoping she would be home, but there was no answer. So, she's at very least not there, unless she returned during night, of course. Only thing that she and her friends are certain of is that they weren't captured by the goblins, which means that they must've somehow defeated the elite goblin. 'Well, of course they would defeat it', Wendy thinks to herself. She knows just how talented Rain is, and based on what she has seen, Lemon is just as talented in her own special role. Lemon never misses with her carefully planned out one-shot-kill attacks. If there's a couple that she would bet her money on to survive anything that Phantasm has to offer, it's those two. Yet, that doesn't guarantee their safety. After all, Phantasm is a dangerous place and she knows it. Even with goblins gone and defeated, there still are horrifyingly strong enemies lurking around, as proven by the giant spider in the cave, as well as the tentacle monster hiding in an underwater lake. "God damn it…" Wendy swears out loud. 'I want to help her, but I'm not in a right condition to do so. This is so frustrating.'


A soft knock surprises her. Someone's at the door. Exhausted, she gets up to meet up her guest, Angel.


"Oh, I suspected you might be up…" Angel says, trying to smile.


"Well, I did get some sleep…" Wendy says.


"I couldn't sleep. I'm so worried for those two. And I was also worried for you."


Wendy scratches her cheek, feeling a little embarrassed. "Thank you for thinking about me…"


Angel finds herself blushing by Wendy's words, and finally a genuine smile can be seen on her face.


"Get in", Wendy says and opens the door wide. "Let's have a little chat." As Angel walks in, the door closes. They stand next to each other, eyes locked to each other. "I have something selfish to ask of you…"


"Ask away. I will do anything."


Wendy spreads her arms wide. "Hug me."


Angel, caught by surprise, for a moment hesitates to fulfill Wendy's request, but her face says that she wasn't kidding. With her teary eyes and her adorable blush, it's probably the cutest Wendy has ever looked in Angel's eyes, as weird as it feels to her. Angel can't resist those eyes, and she can't resist her wish either. So, she hugs her. Lovingly, yet not in a lustful or sexual way. It's a hug a child would expect from a mother, a warm and soft embrace.


"Thank you…"


"You're welcome… Everyone needs a hug sometimes…"


"Yeah, I definitely needed a hug from a friend…"


"I'll hug you anytime you need one."


With that, the long hug comes to the close, and they're both left smiling and blushing, with Wendy realizing she started crying again. She dries up her eyes, and through it all, she doesn't stop smiling for one second. "We've always been good friends, but ever since coming here, I feel like we've bonded even more."


Angel nods deep. "I guess that's what this world does to us. It brings friends even closer."


"Speaking of friends…"


Angel immediately realizes what Wendy means, and her happy smile turns to an expression of extreme worry. "Me and Pink are going to go look for them together with Melody and her friends. Now that the valley is rid of most goblins, it should be easier to travel there."


"I want to come too…"


Angel lays her hands on Wendy's shoulders. "No, you stay here. There's no way in hell you're in any kind of condition to leave."


"It just hurts to not be able to help…"


"I suppose it's a somewhat good sign", Angel says, with a reassuring tone. "I was afraid you would be ready to throw in the towel."


"I sort of feel like it, but… Helping my friends is more important to me…"


"Speaking of which, how is your condition?"


Wendy doesn't want to just outright say what being pregnant has done to her, at least initially. She looks at her own belly, which at very least still looks flat, and she touches it with both her hands. It's almost as if there's absolutely nothing there. More she thinks about it, the more she wants to be just open and honest. She knows that Angel will understand and not call her weird or anything because she knows, that Angel knows, that the same thing can happen to anyone. "Yeah, it has weakened me a lot…"


"O-oh… How do you manage…?"


"Well… Relieving myself of extra tension worked wonders…" Wendy says quietly, almost whispering.


Angel blushes, as she knows exactly what Wendy means. She just nods slowly and says: "I see…"


"Yeah, it is frustrating… Especially after the hell they put me through…" Wendy says and sighs. "They left me pregnant, and the child is making me feel like shit…"


"I wish there was something we could do to help you…"


"Well…" Wendy begins, blushing heavily. "Since the baby feeds on source to grow up waster, and source generation is directly linked to sexual tension and excitement, it probably is possible to hasten up pregnancies by simply engaging in sexual acts… As crazy as it sounds…"


"Well there was the potion that Melody gave you", Angel remembers. "The one that relieves it a little."


"I think that it just made things worse after the effect wore off, to be honest…"


"O-oh, that's a problem…"


"Well, there could still be a potion that can help me", Wendy says and tries to smile.


"Want me to go check stores?" Angel suggests. "Maybe there is an alchemist that has made a potion that helps specifically against heat."


"I would appreciate it", Wendy says and nods. "Thank you so much for all you have done for me."


"You're welcome", Angel says and looks like she's about to leave. "I'll leave now, since we have to go looking for those two as well."


"One more thing before you go…"


"Oh?"


"Hug me again."


"A-again?"


Wendy doesn't want to wait for Angel to do it, and instead she's the one that goes for a hug, grabbing Angel's body tight. "You told me that you'll hug me anytime…"


"O-oh, I think I really did…" Angel says and laughs. "Alright then…"


…


Immediately after leaving, Angel heads to the city central to do some business. There aren't many shops, as keeping up one takes a lot of time and effort, but she knows of at least three different alchemist's shops, not counting the one that belongs to Lemon. Only one of the shops happens to be open, and as she asks the owner of this specific boutique about a potion that would be especially designed for relieving heat, she tells that there is one, but she doesn't have any in stock, as they're in a very high demand. Angel doesn't have any materials at hand for making one either. Besides, the owner tells that the potion has a nasty side effect, as it will only relieve heat temporarily. When the effect runs out, the heat will return even worse than before, which means it's basically almost the same as the one that Melody gave Wendy. They're only good for adventures as a relief against sudden aphrodisiac effects, and terrible for treatment. Now, could it be that it could actually have a positive effect against pregnancy, as the source generation will be increased when the effect runs out? Well, in theory it could, but not in practice, as the source generation will be decreased during the effect of the potion. The gains are cancelled out by the losses, bringing the sum to zero. Just as Angel is about to leave, the alchemist tells about the possibility of other professions being helpful. She cites tealeaves that grow in outskirts of Grove and says that maybe they could be used to make a herbal drink through cooking. As Angel bashes herself for ten straight minutes for being too dumb to realize that she could have the remedy at her own fingertips, she heads towards library to learn about different herbs growing in Grove in hopes of discovering an useful recipe.


Having learned the recipe that will achieve the result she's hoping for, she goes to gather the leaves she's looking for. The plant in question is called Aphrodite's Nettle, and it's exactly what it sounds like, a nettle plant. It's an incredibly fragrant, completely green herb that blends well into its surroundings. It has a strong smell of mint to it, which can be used to help tracking it. She learns that the plant can be used for both alchemy as well as cooking, which explains why the Nymph in the alchemy shop knew about it. When crushed with a pestle and mortar into a paste, you can extract the poison and capture its effects, and when dried, its leaves can be used as a spice. Speaking of poison, a word of warning from the Florist's logbook reads as follows: "Be careful not to touch its leaves, or risk getting poisoned by its touch. Its poison is laced with a powerful aphrodisiac which will drive its victims crazy in heat. After ten minutes has passed from the moment you pick it up, it will be safe to touch and extract the leaves." Needless to say, Angel does not want to get herself poisoned. She has an expedition to attend, a rescue mission nonetheless. Getting horny now is something she doesn't want.


Angel finds herself walking through a familiar neighborhood, and she stops to look at a familiar store owned by Lemon. It's the one place she hasn't checked. Could her friends have returned? After all this worrying, could they actually be there? Anxiously, she looks at the treehouse next to the shore, the residence of Lemon. She doesn't even want to walk up, as she wants the answer as soon as possible. She decides to fly there, using her pearl white wings engulfed in a sparkling silvery mist. She knocks on the door and then, she waits, hoping and praying for someone to open up.







Hammercliff Valley

Why not do things a little bit different this time around? Let's talk about discoveries made by Nymphs of Grove that are not something that can be found from logbooks, as this information is based on their own independent research. Let's talk about Grove and its immediate surroundings, and give these places some names, as they are not something that have been established yet.


Grove is part of a large forest that Nymphs call "Misty Forest" for the simple fact that the forest is completely engulfed in a thick, perpetual mist. As far as characteristics of this forest go, it's pretty much the same as Grove in terms of vegetation. There are some unique flowers and herbs that can't bloom in Grove, but they can be counted with just one hand. Enemies are stronger, of course, but with the goblins gone, the worst this forest has to offer are the horned demons. It's a very safe place to explore with ease, especially for those who have not reached the (supposedly) maximum level of four yet. Then again, there are no good loot to be found either. To get better loot and find more revealing lore, Nymphs must go to the surrounding regions, which are prohibited from entry for anyone who isn't level four yet per a guideline set by the council of Grove.


To the north is the "Hammercliff Valley", which loans its name from the now deserted fortress that sits at the heart of it. Even without the goblins, it's a moderately dangerous place to venture to. With its mountains and its thick forests, it's hard to navigate. Near Fort Hammercliff there are even more ruins, which belong to a once great city. Ruins of this civilization are scattered all across the valley, hiding heaps of treasure left to be discovered, along with some very challenging elite and raid encounters for the bravest adventurers.


To the east is "Dark Forest", which really is just a continuation of Misty Forest, as it looks pretty much the same if you ignore the fact that everything is darker. Yes, Nymphs of Grove really are THAT simpleminded when it comes to naming things. This is the place that our heroines once got lost in. It's a place where maps and compasses stop working completely on entry. It offers much more challenge than Misty Forest, mostly in form of powerful insects, but also in form of other monsters. Really, it's a diverse ecosystem. Most Nymphs consider this place to be off-limits simply because it's so easy to get lost in there, and it's highly ill-advised to venture deep into this part of the forest without a help of a high-level Scout.


To the south is the "Misty Swamp", engulfed by the same mist that can be found all over Misty Forest. As name suggests, these are swamplands, and per stories told by the Nymphs that have gone there, is supposedly swarming with tentacles and slimes. They're literally everywhere. It's not a place that Nymphs will be able to leave with their clothes on. Like the previous two zones, it's hard to navigate, but for very different reasons. It's an even landscape and the map works, but it's not very easy to pass through wetlands, especially with rapey tentacles hiding in the waters. It's widely considered to be the most dangerous zone close to Grove and pretty much everyone considers it off-limits. Even rescue missions there are heavily advised against.


And last, to the west, is the "Purple Forest", because, well, it's full of trees with purple leaves. Some also call it the "Magical Forest", but those Nymphs are completely ignoring the fact that the entire planet is magical, making the name obsolete. Prior to the decision to invade Fort Hammercliff, this place was actually the choice for most Nymphs to venture to, as its geographically very easy to navigate, and the maps work too. While certainly a dangerous place, it's at very least manageable, as monsters are similar to the ones in the Misty Forest. It's basically just a slightly more punishing version of that zone. Tactics against the enemies are mostly the same, and so are their attack patterns. While there is no perpetual mist covering this forest, there are some pockets of magical, mysterious dust sparkling in all the colors of the rainbow, which is a very beautiful sight to behold.


As far as Nymphs from Grove are considered, these five zones are the entire world to them. No Nymph has claimed to go farther than the four zones that surround Misty Forest, and nobody knows for sure what lies ahead of them. If they are to believe the Nymphs who are not from Grove, somewhere in the northern reaches of Hammercliff Valley lies Paradise, another town populated by Nymphs. They also talk about zones that border their home, but that's a story for another time.


…


Now, it's about time I tell you what happened to Rain and Lemon, and how their fight with the elite goblin concluded. It's going to be a long story. It comes at the cost of me telling you if the door is going to be answered for Angel, but that's only fair. After all, you will now find the answer to that question. Let's roll back the time to the moment when the elite goblin rushes towards Lemon, and Rain chases after it.


In that very moment, Rain finds herself asking two questions: One, 'How much damage did Lemon's arrow really do?', and two, 'Exactly how fucking fast is this fat bastard!?'. When the goblin ran through her, it dealt some damage to her, and she didn't get time to recover properly. She has to down one stamina potion because she knows that if she attacks after she catches her enemy, the attack will drain her dry and unable to defend herself properly. She can't let that happen because she knows that Lemon can't defend herself for long. She has to get enemy's attention to help Lemon deal another great blow to it. There lies her third question: 'How does she communicate this plan to Lemon?'. This goblin understands their language, so it is not out of question to assume it would adjust its tactics accordingly. It would be crazy to think that a programmed enemy would be able to do that, but then again, enemies are not supposed to be able to interrupt their patterns either. Conventional logic of enemy behavior she's used to from Mormia does not apply here.


A short distance away from the cliff, Lemon sits on a thick branch, in a tree. She does not think for a moment she's safe up there, but the lengths that her enemy goes to get her out of the tree surprise her. Goblin jumps high, bouncing up like a grasshopper, and with a flying swing, it is looking to slam his giant club straight at Lemon. Taking such a hit would surely result in an instant defeat, so she does the only thing available to her, and jumps down at the last second. Branch gets obliterated by the mace, as Lemon expected it would. Landing proves to be difficult, but at very least, goblin is now collecting himself, as he prepares for the next charge, which will be one that Lemon will not be able to dodge so easily. She sees Rain coming and taking a turn to attack enemy from the blind spot. As goblin prepares for a charge, Rain jumps from behind with a powerful slicing attack. Rain suspects that she won't be able to cut her enemy's limbs because of how thick they are, so she opts to attack his waist instead, cutting deep into the soft tissue below ribs. Interrupted, goblin adjusts its position, and its full attention is back on Rain. He receives rapid shots from the arrow, which again, cause it to turn its attention to Lemon, even more annoyed than before. Rain immediately realizes method to this goblin's madness. You can't keep its attention with repeated attacks, taunting and high damage. He will always target the last person that attacked him regardless of how much damage it dealt, making him untankable. Rain knows of that kinds of enemies and how to deal with them, but the only viable two player tactic she knows of requires two melee players. Lemon doesn't realize this though, not that there is much she can do to help her combat role. Goblin rushes back at Lemon, out of Rain's reach, who is now forced to play catch-up again.


Lemon manages to dodge, but there are two more goblins coming their way from the distance. They're normal-sized, use melee weapons, and are the last thing Rain and Lemon want to happen to them. Not only that, but the elite goblin has forced the fight dangerously close to the cliff. There is no escape for Lemon, who finds herself helpless at the edge of the cliff. She dodges the first attack, but loses her footing, and falls to her knees. Dodging the second one will be too hard for her, especially since enemy's pattern seems to start with quick swings this time around. Rain attacks enemy's hand, but only ends up grazing it. She couldn't sever it, just like she previously suspected. Next to the edge of the cliff, she stops at the last second, and the enemy looks like smashing his club at her. She rolls out of the way at the last second, which causes the club to smash the rocks beneath, a move that shatters the rocks, along with a large portion of the cliff. Goblin falls down, and Rain got out from the rockfall. Lemon, who was slower and on her knees, didn't. She was too slow to get to her feet, and although it looked for a moment like she would get away in time, she failed to do so. Shocked, Rain looks down, thinking about what the hell to do. She has a general idea of where the rest of her friends are, but she doesn't know anything about their conditions. She can't really get to them either, not without beating two goblins at once, who are now getting closer and closer. She suspects that her friends are fine, and she knows for the fact that Lemon is not going to be fine if left alone. As fast as she can, she rushes towards the cliff and takes a massive leap forward as she summons her wings. She can't fly with them, but she can steer herself and more importantly, soften her landing. With all the vegetation below, the landing is looking to be a soft one.


Vegetation is what saves Lemon for getting knocked out by the damage caused by the extreme fall as well. She's the only person in the group who can't conjure her wings yet, and this becomes very apparent as she falls through weak branches straight into a thick and lush bush. Stunned and without stamina, she can't get up. Laying on her back, she can see her enemy. Bloodied and battered - having taken heavy damage - the elite goblin stands up slowly. Only thing that remains of his extreme physical prowess is his size, as he can't move or hit as fast as he could before, but none of that matters to Lemon who now expects herself to be caught, taken to Fort Hammercliff, impregnated and raped over and over again. Scared of this prospect, she lays still, helpless and watches the goblin drag his mace on the ground, walking towards her. The goblin laughs deeply, rejoiced by her demise. And he never sees the attack coming. Neither does Lemon. A slice coming from above, dropping down like a meteorite straight against goblin's shoulder cuts down along the thick skin all the way to the waistline, where it cuts his belt clean in half. Enemy loses his pants, a sight that turns Lemon's face white and blue in horror, as there is a massive erect goblin cock right in front of her. The enemy turns around, still alive and standing, facing Rain for the last time. She as well finds herself waken off by the size of her enemy's genitals.


"You…! You again!" he screams.


"You have to kill me to get to my dear friend."


"I'll make you wish you were dead!" goblin yells with bestial rage.


Rain realizes that her enemy is now injured, and on his last legs. Even still, she's not sure if she can defeat him. She will of course try, because what other choice does she have? There's no way she's going down without a fight, especially because she knows that she has a better possibility of killing it now. She prepares to attack the moment she realizes which pattern the goblin is on. To her surprise, goblin doesn't manage to dodge her attack this time, but her hit was still just a flesh wound. She can't kill the enemy with hits like that. She has to try harder. Focused, she prepares for the next set of attacks. And while she does, she realizes Lemon doing something. She's conjuring up something behind the unsuspecting goblin's back. A potion? Yes, indeed, a potion. Lemon didn't get knocked out completely, so it is very much possible for her to drink a stamina potion and get some stamina back, even though her bar has been reduced to being just one third of its original size. For Rain, this would be a disaster, but for Lemon, who doesn't need stamina for anything but dodging and running, this is acceptable and only a minor hinderance. Now, all Rain has to do is try to keep up with her enemy and not fail, and Lemon can hit the nail in the coffin from a blind spot.


Once confident she's at a secure distance, Lemon takes aim, waiting patiently. She, too, knows of some of her enemy's patterns, even though she hasn't been able to observe them properly. She knows of one pattern in specific that ends up with a massive swing of a club followed by a short period of vulnerability. That is her best chance to score a massive hit. So, she waits, and she has to wait for a long time, as the patterns come in random. She's getting scared for Rain, who is running dry and can't keep up much longer. Finally, the enemy looks like it's executing the correct pattern, and Lemon pulls her bowstring to its absolute limit. One shot is all she needs now. She's sure of it. She waits. She won't even blink. Her heart is a mess and she's visibly shaking. She releases the arrow, and it flies past the leaves and trees to connect its target. She was aiming at the head, and the head she hit. Arrow punctures the skull of her target.


Accompanied by a final dying scream, the elite goblin disintegrates magnificently into thin particles, leaving behind the loot. Rain can't do anything but to fall on her back and lay still. She's drenched in sweat, her breath is heavy, and her heart is pumping blood at maximum capacity. She and Lemon may have fallen down and separated from their friends, but at very least, they're safe. She closes her eyes, feeling like fainting, but she holds on to the reality. She hears soft footsteps stop just beside her, and as she opens her eyes, she sees a kind smile on a familiar face of Lemon looking down at her. Seeing the smile puts one on her face as well, and she begins to laugh. Lemon giggles as well. Both of them laugh at the face of danger lurking all around them.


Lemon falls to her knees and opens up her inventory. She's the one with most of the spare potions, as well as a magical leather pouch of water that replenishes itself slowly for an endless supply of water. It is an uncommon dropped artifact that generates just enough water for one person to enjoy on a trip. She takes one sip of it and offers rest to Rain. "Drink up, Rain…"


"Thank you… And nice shot…"


Lemon giggles again. "I would never miss a shot like that."


"In a weird way, we were lucky to fall here", Rain says, now sitting up, and takes a huge and messy sip. "Fall damage sure did damage it enough for us to defeat it."


"And I sure was lucky to land on bushes", Lemon adds, sitting down next to Rain. "Few feet to the side and I would've probably injured myself so badly I wouldn't have been able to fight."


"I kind of want to relax, but I'm afraid the goblins will find us here", Rain says and stands up, offering her hand to Lemon. "Let's loot the motherfucker and get out of here."


As Rain and Lemon check out the loot, Rain's bad luck regarding terrible loot comes to a screeching halt, as she loots a new top for herself. It's a hoodie, just like the last one, but it comes without the cat ears and is black in color. On the backside there is print of a large, pink star. As she does not find any problems with it, she decides to change up right away, keeping her other, now worse hoodie as a spare. Goblin also dropped three pieces of random common ingredients, one uncommon ingredient, and nothing else.


"Where should we go?" Lemon asks. "I feel like hugging the cliff would help us get home faster, but goblins may find us like that."


"We can follow the cliff, but let's not hug it", Rain suggests.


It is what the two decide to go by. They stay close enough to see the cliffs constantly but avoid getting close to it.


…


After about five minutes of walking, they see a group of goblins. This one is different from the last one, and there are six of them. They are all collected to one place, and the duo of Nymphs are sure that they are hidden properly from them. The fact that there are so many goblins scares them though, as they're not confident about being able to escape. Besides, they really want to take a break. They're both tired, especially Lemon. They do not know the exact mechanics behind the stamina degeneration yet, but they realize that Lemon's stamina isn't coming back. Their bodies demand rest, which is something they're not allowed as long as they're in the wild.


They come across strange, gray stone formation in the middle of dense forest. They've heard of ruins but haven't seen any outside the ruined pyramid and theater in the middle of Grove. These are stone pillars of some sort, with ornate carvings on them, and as they walk past them, they can also see more stone and ruins ahead of them. In fact, there is a whole ruined structure ahead of them. It's not quite a building anymore, but it is partially intact anyway. They can't even imagine how large it is in scale, but it does seem to be partially underground. What was the purpose of this place they stumbled on? Regardless of its purpose, it looks like a kind of place that could offer a cover for hiding. Out in the open forest where enemy can come from any direction, they don't feel safe.


As they walk through the ruins, they suddenly find themselves deep in the midst of them. They find themselves walking an ancient road paved with cobblestone, now overtaken by the grass, weed and occasional flowers growing from the cracks. The abnormal trees around them take strange shapes, with dark brown vine-like branches and roots hugging the pillars and cracked stone walls. Leaves themselves look pretty normal, but the wood creeps them out. They also notice strange closed slits in some of them, but they can't seem to find out what their purpose is. They look around anxiously, but there is nobody else around. Yet, they feel like they're being watched.


At the entrance of a larger building with beautiful stone arcs and even more pillars, they find a good place to hide and relax. It's effectively a dead end, so should they be found, they would probably be screwed. They're sure that they'll be safe though, as the ruins seem like a peaceful place. Now, finally, they manage to sit down properly, and quite comfortably as well. There is a collapsed stone on the floor, which works almost like a little bench for them to sit on. As soon as Rain sits down, she picks up her map only to find out that they have actually walked quite a long distance away from the checkpoint. They have not found a way to get up from the valley yet, and she begins to think that maybe they should've gone to a different direction instead. Ruins are too large to be shown completely on the map, but she feels like they don't have time to explore, as their safe return to Grove takes a priority. Just as she's about to ask Lemon for her opinion, she notices her leaning against her softly, and laying her head on Rain's shoulder, sighing. Rain looks at Lemon, who is staring at the map she can now see in front of her. Rain dares not to move and decides to not react to Lemon's sudden showing of affection in any way.


"Let me stay like this for a while…" Lemon whispers, sounding tired.


"What's up, Lemon…?" Rain asks. "You're pretty intimate."


"Yeah, I just kind of felt like leaning against you for a moment… If you don't mind…"


"I mean… I don't…" Rain doesn't honestly know how to respond. Since she's not bothered by Lemon though, she decides to just relax herself, and closes the map along with her eyes. Honestly, having someone stay so close to her feels calming to her. She feels Lemon cuddle up to her even more. Rain answers to this intimate approach by extending her arm to Lemon's shoulder, mostly so they can get even closer to each other. Lemon, too, moves her arm, but to Rain's hip instead.


"You're so warm and nice…"


"No, seriously… What's up with you…?" Rain asks.


"Don't make me say it…"


"Say what…?"


"Gosh, you're so dense…"


"I guess I am a little dense…" Rain admits, which makes Lemon smile.


"I'm just glad to have met you…" Lemon says and sighs happily.


"I'm glad to have met you too", Rain whispers, also smiling. 'I'm glad she likes me, but this show of intimacy feels weird. It's like she's in love.' Rain doesn't know if she's correct to have guessed that, but it's what she strongly suspects. She likes Lemon too, but not in any kind of romantic way. She thinks Lemon is undeniably cute, but she feels like trying to advance such an intimate relationship with her would probably be a bad idea. She was fine doing with Pink because she knew there was nothing but lust involved for both parties, but if she did it with Lemon for the sake of simple lust, Lemon would probably get a wrong idea, which would probably damage their relationship more than it would help. Or, so Rain at least thinks. There's no way of knowing for sure without talking about it, but Rain is kind of embarrassed of bringing the topic up.


"Do you think we will survive…?" Lemon suddenly asks, after a brief moment of silence.


Rain begins by saying "Well" almost as if looking to continue from there, but she falls silent without finishing her sentence. "To be honest, I'm not very optimistic…"


"Yeah, me neither…" Lemon says, sounding a little depressed. "We're just simply too weak…"


Rain doesn't want to admit it, but Lemon is right. "It's so frustrating…" she says, almost sounding as if she was exhaling the words while sighing. "Let's be extra careful, alright? And protect each other."


Lemon nods, trying to smile. "That's a promise, alright?"


"Well, I do promise to try my best", Rain says silently.


Lemon suddenly hugs Rain even tighter, which startles Rain for a second. "I'm not even going to let them touch you. You're all mine…" Rain turns around and they both look at each other. Rain is blinking, dumbfounded, while Lemon smiles with a bright blush on her cheeks. "In fact, why don't we make another promise?" Lemon asks, leaning closer. "Something to motivate us to get home…"


Rain thinks she knows where this is going but doesn't reply yet.


"I'm going to tell you exactly how I feel…" Lemon says with a voice that is absolutely seeping with lust. Rain can't help but to blush, and her face mirrors clear signs of embarrassment. Shy smile appears on her lips, and her sudden change in demeanor is something that Lemon finds almost funny. "Are you into girls?" Lemon suddenly asks.


"Well, I mean… I AM a man in real life…"


Lemon's eyes suddenly thin, and her smile changes from a lustful to one that is slightly more skeptical. "Wait, seriously? You're a guy?"


'Not her too', Rain thinks, immediately reminded of the time when Pink was sure that she was really a girl. 'Am I really that girly? That's a grave blow to my manhood.' She finally nods, slowly. "How about you?"


"Well, I'm a real girl…" Lemon says, staring down Rain's body. "Then again, I guess you're just as much of a real girl now as I am…"


"I suppose…"


"Do you miss your dick?" Lemon asks, with a dead serious tone. "Since you're into chicks."


Rain admits it with a slight nod, although reluctantly.


"Really…? Would you love to bone me?"


Rain has never admitted to Lemon about being into kids, so she kind of dodges the question. "You do realize that you're a kid right now, right…?"


"Doesn't seem to be a problem to you right now", Lemon says and giggles softly. "Well, it doesn't matter. I don't want to stroke a sore spot, but I never was that much into dicks anyway…"


"So, you're into girls, huh…" Rain thinks out loud. "Does the fact that I'm a guy bother you then?"


Lemon blinks rapidly for a moment. "Not at all", she finally says, as if it was obvious. "Because you're a girl now."


Rain eyes down Lemon's body, thinking about how hot she is, and how much of a shame it is that she doesn't like dicks. Just like Pink, Lemon is definitely a girl Rain wouldn't love banging, even though she's hesitant to say it out loud. Then again, she would rank all Nymphs she has seen so far by at least seven out of ten, way above what she would rank an average little girl. 'Well, not like I have to worry about that. I'm not going to be able to bang anyone.'


"By the way…" Lemon says. "What do you think happened to our friends when we got separated?"


"Well, I hope they got away… We were outnumbered pretty heavily, so I fear for them."


"Yeah, me too… But something tells me they're fine", Lemon says, trying to sound optimistic. "I hope…" she adds, a little meekly.


"Should we get going now?" Rain asks. "Are you fine now?"


"I feel a little bit better", Lemon says, nodding. "But… I kind of want to stay like this for a while longer…"


Rain nods, smiling. "Request granted. Few more minutes then."


…


After about ten minutes of being side by side in each other's warmth, they decide to get up. Just as they're about to leave their little corner though, they hear talking from the direction which they came from. With low, masculine voices, monsters speak in a language unknown to them. Goblins, or demons? They're not sure, and they don't even dare to look. They're both ready to draw their weapons, but for now, they just cling to each other, and wait. It takes about a minute for them to realize that they're essentially hugging each other, which is something that makes them both smile and blush.


"Something tells me we shouldn't go back the same route…" Rain says.


Lemon nods. "They could be on our tails." As she says that, she summons her bow and peeks outside. The enemy has gone, so they can move now. They must move with haste though. They have two possible routes to choose from. One leads down the stairs, while the other one is on a level ground, but leads into a ruined building. They can see the other exit on the other side, so they bank on this route, as going down the stairs could just lead them deeper into the ruins.


The temple complex turns out to be much bigger than they anticipated, but at very least it seems like they're heading out from the ruins. The route they picked also seems to be a safe one. They find themselves in a large room with something strange in the middle. It's a round stone table with a crystal standing on top of it. It reminds them of a Spell Crystal, but it's perfectly round, like a polished pearl. It's white, like a pearl, and its surface looks almost as if that of a soap bubble. It takes many colors, and they seem to change depending on which direction you look it from. It's also a lot bigger than a Spell Crystal, about three inches in diameter. It looks like a treasure, but why is it laying in the middle of a room? They could be the first Nymphs to ever lay feet into these ruins, so that explains why it hasn't been touched at least.


As Rain - hungry for loot as ever - extends her hand towards it, a window describing this item appears. It's a purple item, which suggests that it's an extremely rare, high tier treasure. It's not used for combat, and it's not a reagent either. It has no flavor text attached to it, and no instructions of use. It simply has a name, "Relic of Deliria".


"Oh, that's some sweet loot", Lemon says. "Let's take it."


"I have some bad memories of picking up rare loot just laying around in the middle of nowhere", Rain says, hesitating.


"Oh, right… You told about that one time when you and those two dropped into that cave."


"This doesn't look like a trap though…" Rain says, with hand on her jaw. She looks around her. There is nothing but trees and roots around them, which almost look like they're growing from outside into the building. Floor doesn't look rigged either, so they can't except to be dropped anywhere. Speaking of drops, there is no roof either, so nothing should drop on them. "I say we go for it", she suggests, as she summons her sword. "But let's draw our weapons first, just in case."


"I'll do the honors", Lemon says and clicks the item to put it in her inventory. Crystal disappears, and so, the loot has been taken. Left waiting in silence, two girls look around them. Nothing is happening. They both let out a sigh of relief. "Let's get out of here."


Now, out from the building, they find even more ruins. Ahead of them lies yet another a cobblestone path. This part of the forest is even thicker than the last one. Rain looks around her, looking at the creepy trees. There is something strange in one of them. Something small, something white. It appears almost as if blinking, and closely resembles an eye. When it blinks, Rain sees it for what it is. She remembers the closed slits from earlier and realizes that they were all eyes. These trees have eyes, and they seem to be following them. They didn't seem to be observing them earlier, or were they? She certainly has felt like she has been watched for a long time. "They're looking at us…" Rain whispers.


Lemon doesn't first understand what Rain means, but then, she sees the eye as well. "I had no idea they were like that…" Lemon says, a little scared. She tries to remember all these trees, and tries to plan a path in her mind, where they could perhaps avoid them, but they have been all around them from the start. While they all don't have eyes, these trees are actually more abundant than normal ones. If the trees can see them, exactly how long have they been watched? Who is using these eyes to watch them, if anything? Are these trees connected to each other? If these trees communicate with each other and share information through roots, how big is the network?


It looks like the trees aren't their only problem. Hidden in large crack of the cobblestone path is a strange flower, which extends upwards, revealing its true nature. A large tentacle, brown in color, attacks Rain from below, instantly grabbing onto her legs like a snake. It reminds her of the roots, but it doesn't feel like wood; it feels squishy and slimy. Having snared its prey, it tightens, and just like that, it has a Nymph locked to place. Rain has her weapon in hand but slicking a tentacle that has already grabbed her proves to be hard. She needs to attack the base, but it's basically hugging her. She can't really cut it without hurting herself, which puts her in a dire pinch. Panicking, she starts pulling her leg and goes for a piercing attack. Somehow, she manages to slam her sword to the ground, and cut the tentacle enough to pull her leg out.


Lemon couldn't do anything to help, which terrifies her. What is an arrow against a tentacle monster? You could even say that they are effectively immune against such ranged attacks. Sure, it's possible to shoot tentacles down in theory, but is it feasible? Lemon certainly thinks not. Only way for her to damage a tentacle monster is to shoot its main body, but this one has its body hidden deep underground. She looks at the ground, looking for more places where the tentacles could come from. There are more flowers that look similar. Are tentacles hiding under them? While avoiding them, she walks backwards to a place where there are none. "Let's run!" she suddenly suggests.


"Yeah, this place is dangerous", Rain says, and takes few steps forward, only to be interrupted by a scream. Lemon actually backed down away from the cobblestone path to softer soil, which turned out to be a fatal mistake. It's not that the tentacles hide under flowers. They hide underground, period. The reason the tentacle attacked Rain was because the gap between the stones was particularly large. The fact that there was a flower there was merely a coincidence. And so, from underneath this soil, multiple tentacles attack her. There are eight, brown tentacles, all wriggling in air. They rise with massive force, and before she can let out anything but a scream, and before Rain can even properly turn around, they have Lemon's legs tied together in a package, arms pressed against her body, also in a package. They raise her from ground effortlessly, but don't seem to be doing anything else. Rain immediately runs in for the save but attacking so suddenly turns out to be a bad idea. One tentacle lashes her body like a whip, attacking her before she can take a proper defensive stance. It doesn't end with a lash either, since the tentacle grabs onto her arm. It's not the arm she's holding a sword in, but another similar attack is all it takes for it to take hold of her completely. Besides, controlling a big sword with one hand is difficult. She desperately tries to the very last moment, but before she can slice the tentacles with one big swipe, she realizes that her sword is stuck. A tentacle has taken hold of her sword from behind. She can pull it away to cut the tentacle, but this distraction is all the monster in front of her needs. Rain feels another lashing attack coming. Her feet are free, so she can dodge it. She manages, miraculously so. Now, she can attack, and there is not a weapon stronger than a sword against tentacles. Bladed weapons are like tailormade against naturally magic resistant and dodgy tentacles. She cuts the tentacles in half, and the cut ends disintegrate as the little stubs retract underground. As Lemon drops to the ground, she immediately loses her footing. Not only is the ground below uneven, it has also been stirred by the tentacles. In a last-ditch effort, Rain grabs Lemons arm and pulls her towards herself in a way that causes both of them to fall to ground, on top of each other on a rocky surface.


"Oh my gosh, are we safe?" Lemon asks, as she struggles to get up. She's still shaking in fear, which appears on her face like a drawing on an open book.


"No, we have no idea how many tentacles there are!" Rain yells. She suspects that they are in the middle of a minefield and surrounded by traps. They are kind of enemies that do not follow the conventional logic of ranked enemies. As encounters, they are very easy to avoid if you know where they are hiding and how they work, but they cannot be easily damaged. Some of them are even unkillable. Traps have the longest refractory periods of all the monster making them easy to escape, but only after they have had their way with their victims, but that doesn't mean that they want to get caught. It would be a catastrophe for them. Normally Rain and Lemon rely on Wendy to be able to spot traps from afar with her tracking skills, but this time around they can't, and thus have no idea where they are. How large is the trapped area, and how many tentacles are there really lurking below them? Too many for them to handle, is the correct answer.


Unable to get up in time, they are helpless against what's about to come for them. From where the last tentacles came, more come, and they grab onto both of their ankles. When Rain fell, her sword also fell out of her hand, so she tries to reach to it, only to find it being too far away. The sole lifeline she has is arm's length away from her fingertips, and the distance is growing. She can't resummons the weapon yet, and she also knows that once she's restrained, she's not going to be able to summon it at all anymore. Tentacles pull on their legs, dragging their bodies towards the woods, slowly but surely.


"Can't you do anything!?" Lemon asks, almost screaming in panic. "They're going to rape us!"


"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Rain answers. She knows that it isn't her fault, but at the same time, part of her feels responsible for their demise, since she was the only one who is the only one who can defend themselves against these kinds of enemies. She's not a person to take failure lightly - especially as far as she herself goes - which is making her upset on top of being scared.


Lemon is even more upset than Rain is. She knew from the moment she picked up her class that there would be some great advantages and weaknesses for her - as there are for every class - but she never knew that she would come across an enemy she can't do anything against. To find herself in such a situation - against a foe she can't even damage - is upsetting and frustrating. She tries desperately to grab onto something, but she's already too close to ground zero. She can't see what's happening behind her, but she can feel tentacles taking hold of her entire body once again, and there's even more of them than before. This time, they're not looking to restrain her into one tight package like a rope but instead, restrain each one of her body parts separately for absolute control over her. Realizing that she's going to be raped now, she wails quietly, and repeats the word "No" over and over again. She can't accept losing virginity like this, not at the hands of tentacles. She isn't exactly a kind of girl who likes to be restrained by anything, period. To have her entire body and all her limbs restrained is a nightmare come true, so much so that she doesn't even have the courage to scream. Tips of the tentacles are also looking to get underneath her clothes and pressing the full length underneath them. They have an easy access to her bare nipples and her buttocks, but they're not looking to invade any of her holes. Not yet.


Rain is nowhere as scared as Lemon is. More than anything, she's just angry and disgusted. They feel slimy, but even though they're covered in a layer of mucus, it doesn't seem to stick to her skin. It's a very small consolation to her. She also feels tentacles dancing on her bare skin directly, and since she's wearing a skirt, tentacles have much easier access to between her legs. Only tentacle that is content with touching her indirectly is the one that is pressing against her panties, digging into her slit. She can feel its tip around where her clit is, and the slight movements of this tentacle are causing her to move and struggle. With every struggle, the tentacles just tighten around her body. They're not looking to suppress her movements completely, or to hurt her, but she's completely in place, unable to move her back that's firmly glued to ground. The tentacles underneath their clothes are looking to undress her. They're slow and ineffective at doing it since they can't really undress them while having them restrained. Instead they need to rely on breaking the clothes. They have much easier time with Rain, but that doesn't mean that Lemon's pants are safe either. They have already ripped apart the belt buckle along with all of the buttons. They both feel their bottoms coming down. Not just skirt and pants, but also panties along with them.


To surprise Lemon once again is new set of tentacles that attacks her from the blind spot, grabbing onto her thighs and her shoulders with additional tentacles. With added strength, they're able to lift the child from the ground. As she is raised to an upward position, levitating above the ground, her legs are forcefully spread wide apart. She can't muster up the strength to resist even an inch. "No, not like this!" A desperate cry for help is voiced, but nothing can stop what's coming. She can't see well what's happening underneath her, and to be honest, she isn't even trying, but Rain, still laying still on ground, eyes locked to Lemon's body, she can see that there is an additional tentacle - one that is a little different from the others - that has not grabbed Lemon and has not touched her even once yet. Now, it's preying on its victim, and it has a clear target, perfectly exposed for it to assault effortlessly. Its thick head presses against the brown slit of a little girl, and immediately digs in, beginning to push. "No, get the hell away from me!"


Rain's attention is taken away from her own grave situation by the tentacle about to rape her dear friend. It fills her with anger, especially since she can't do anything to stop the tentacles. Besides, her situation doesn't seem to be any better, as she's fully exposed down there as well. A big tentacle similar to one that is tormenting Lemon appears in front of her, and it attacks her vagina. She, too, tries to resist, but she has no ability to do so since the very beginning. Her entire body is restricted by the tentacles and she can't shake her hips at all. She can only watch how it presses against her genitals and begins to tease her opening. Shaking, Rain finds it impossible to resist the pleasure seeping in. Just like the time when Pink touched her down there for the first time, sudden strong sensation fills her from all the way from tips of her toes to back of her head. Her body remembers this sensation oh so well, and every flicker drains away her ability to resist, while simultaneously preparing her for a painless insertion. Because of her inability to stop this - and her immense frustration - Rain is starting to tear up. She feels defeated and at mercy. What's more, it's just toying with her. 'Just fucking rape me already and get it over with', she swears in her mind, clenching her teeth. She knows - nay, she hopes - that the tentacle trap will be done after one time, so the quicker it rapes her the batter. She still doesn't want it, but if it's going to happen anyway, why delay it? Thus, she doesn't even bother to try and resist.


Lemon shakes her lower body with all the strength she can muster. She can even avoid the tentacle a little bit, moving her hips away, but the tentacle is following her, still constantly pressed against her. In fact, movement only makes it so that it gets to lick her genitals, which are unforgivably sensitive to a foreign touch. Tentacles grab tighter to her legs, taking away her ability to sway her hips as well, and the tentacle is already in place. It can't be escaped anymore.


Then, at the same time, both tentacles begin to push forward. In one teary blink of an eye, tentacle invades the virgin hole of Lemon with a snap and a punch, finally causing its victim to scream and shout. Simultaneously, the tentacle inserts into Rain too, just as quickly and as easily. As her hymen tears, her back arcs back in surprise and she lets out a loud gasp. 'I can't take this after all!' she mourns. 'It's too damn big! For fucks sake, just get it over with!' She knew that the tentacle was a large one, yet she still finds herself surprised by the overwhelming physical sensation, multiplied by her miniscule size and her childish figure for added intensity. Instantaneous insertion reaches deeper than fingers that once pleasured her ever could. It's thicker and bigger than what she experienced before. For the first time in her life, she feels just what it feels like to have a pussy stuffed full and stretched out by a massive organ. She hates it just as much as she thought she would. She identifies as a man, and while she doesn't care about looking like a girl, a pussy is not something she wants to have. Too bad for her she has one, and it's going to be used and raped hard.


For Lemon, the sensation of having something big stuck inside is not completely unknown. She claimed to not being that much into dicks, but she has some experience with sex toys. It's just that the scale is completely out of ordinary for her, as is the fact that she's not the one in control. She wants it out from her so bad, yet it just keeps pressing upwards, pushing her entire body along. Her muscles tighten, almost as if trying to tell it to get out, but it just makes things worse. She's bent into shape by a foreign invader and trying to resist it just makes it feel like it's being sucked deeper inside with each relaxation of her muscles. And so, it begins to drag out, grinding her insides with amazing friction, causing her entire body to tremble in a stunning shock. Eyes closed, cheeks filled with tears, she lets out another long wail. Quickly, it is interrupted by another quick movement of the tentacle slamming back deep inside her. And then, finally, the second time it drags out, it picks up the pace. It's quick from the very beginning.


Rain is not given much time to feel the tentacle lay still inside her. Movement begins for her in the exact same manner as it did for Lemon. It drags out slow, slams in quick, and then, it's constant motion from there. The second thrust causes her to gasp again. She's fascinated by the sight and she watches just how it moves in and out of her, and to her, it looks just as intense as it feels. From the angle she's from she can't see the place where they connect, but she can see just how thick it is, and just how it moves. The tentacle turns and twists, slithering as it retracts, and straightens as it slams back in. While its slimy surface works as a lubricant to help with raping its victims, there is liquid on the tentacle as well. Rain's pussy is getting oiled up forcefully, as her body tries to desperately accommodate. It's not just the wetness she feels either, but also unwilling, stubborn pleasure. Her face, which mirrors disgust and fear, is starting to turn redder and her mouth is widening open, as her breathing turns harder. She absolutely cannot accept the way it's making her feel. 'Please, just finish already', she begs. 'If it doesn't finish up before I cum, I will surely go crazy!'


As Lemon gets fucked from below, her facial expressions begin to change as well. They do not mirror pure fear and terror anymore, as unwanted pleasure is mixed into them. She opens her eyes up just a little bit, and suddenly, she realizes more tentacles coming for her. They haven't been under her clothes for a while now. She still has her shirt on, and that is about to change. These tentacles come from front and behind, and squirming, they raise her shirt, revealing the flat belly. They come out from shirts arms as well as the neck hole, and they begin to pull this shirt apart. Along with her pearly necklace, her top gets ripped off, and her immature upper body is revealed from below. She watches tentacles immediately latch onto her nipples, rubbing and twisting them with tiny little worm-like tentacles coming out from inside these tentacles. Another one of these tentacles assaults outer parts of her vagina, which now is getting teased from outside while she gets fucked. Her face is not spared from the tentacles either. One comes from behind her neck moves up and down her cheek while little one pulls on the side of her mouth. Teased all over, effectively levitating in air, restrained by warm and squishy tentacles, she finds it impossible to deny how they make her feel. She can't appreciate it given the circumstances, but they certainly take a toll on her sanity. And she's not the only one.


Tentacles descend on her body to raise her body from the ground, tearing her back from the ground beneath. They're pulling on her legs, spreading and forcing them apart, all while it thrusts without slowing down even for a moment. The tentacles with little feelers are also on her, looking for a way underneath her top. They're teasing her nipples as well, and she can see her clothes bulge. They actually had the intelligence to pull down the zipper, which is something that both fascinates and terrifies Rain at the same time. Then, tentacles pull her higher, effectively undressing her without destroying the shirt. Naked, she also finds herself finally raised to an upward position, in which it just seems to find even more intense. Tentacle with enough length to pierce through her entire body digs deep into her, almost as if with that intent in mind. It physically can't, or course, but every hit is still like a strike of a hammer. And it's going to get even more intense from now on, as the tentacles spring to the end.


Wasting no more time, driven by their primordial, demonic lust to dominate, they start moving twice as fast as before. Neither Rain or Pink can resist at all anymore. Defeated both mentally and physically, both of them yell, scream and moan in panic, surprise and awe. The energy and vigor the tentacles have is amazing. One by one, irresistible pleasure overtakes their bodies, almost as if from out of nowhere. First one to give out is Lemon, but Rain is not too far behind. Lost in pleasure caused by their respective, sudden climaxes, they can't even process what the tentacles have in store for their bodies. Sperm gushes into their wombs, filling them up with thick, demonic cream. What this means for them remains to be seen, as they do not know for certain how strong these tentacles are. Besides, they have not seen any lore about whenever trap enemies even can impregnate Nymphs.


Much to their relief - as was speculated - the tentacles retract back underground, satisfied. Trap is on cooldown and cannot be triggered again for a while. Two Nymphs are released from their torment, and left laying naked on the ground, next to each other. Basically stunned, neither of them can move. As short-lived as their torment was, it was still way too long. It wasn't quite a marathon, but it was as draining as a hundred-meter sprint can possibly be. Rape did untold damage to them. While this means that Rain can in theory recover, she is significantly weakened. Lemon is completely out of commission, and in a fainted state, meaning that her stamina won't regenerate anymore to allow her to run or fight properly. Even after a half minute's worth of rest, tentacles are not coming back.


Rain, struggling to get up, rolls to her stomach, swearing in her mind. If she wasn't feeling negative about her and Lemon's chances of survival before, she sure is now. If getting raped is that easy when they're relatively able to fight, how bad are things going to get to them now that they're both unable to even defend themselves properly? She can't even get on her knees, much less fight with a sword. If enemy found her now, she would get raped again, no matter how weak the enemy. Besides, they are still being observed. She can see the eyes that gaze down on them. "We need to get away…!" she says, finally forcing herself to her knees. Her hips are a weak mess, and her legs feel like they wouldn't be able to carry her weight standing up.


"I can't even get up…" Lemon says, weeping, on brink of a breakdown. "How could this happen to us…!"


'Work, body, work!' Rain command herself, punching down on her thigh. 'Get up, you stupid body of mine!' She gets to her shaky feet, breathing heavily. As if the throbbing, lingering ache between her legs wasn't enough, she can feel semen drip down her leg as a reminder of the fact that tentacles emptied a huge load inside her. She has done her best not to cry during all this, but not even she can hold back her tears completely. She is determined to not cry, not until she has been completely defeated, and she won't let that happen. "We have to move, Lemon…" she whispers. "Before they attack us again…"


Lemon finds it tough, but she nods anyway. She understands that they really have to go. There's no way they can stay on the path they choose, for this way is full of traps. Who knows what would happen should traps catch them again.


…


While their low stamina is perhaps the most damaging factor in their physical states, their persistent horniness is what worries them more. It's like a migraine, completely overtaken their physical wellbeing. It's constantly on their minds. It won't go away and it won't ease. Being pregnant might be a big worry long-term, but short-term, sexual excitement is what is the most horrible for them. In order to escape, they really need to rest for a moment and wait for their bodies to cool down at least a little bit.


In order to find a good place to rest, they drag their bodies slowly back inside the temple which seems to be a very safe place, as far as the threat tentacles are concerned. They find a good corner to hide in and to rest. As soon as she can, Lemon takes the opportunity to research the cause of their horniness. She suspects the cause to be some kind of poison, and as an alchemist, she should be able to find the cause of it. The hidden status altering effect is revealed to be called "Miasma poisoning", which is a condition unique to demons, and a condition that is always caused by demonic semen. It is a stacking effect, and there is no cure for it as far as Lemon knows. Only way to get rid of it is to wait it out, and it will take time.


"It could be that we need to get out with this effect…" Rain says. "Who knows how long it lasts."


"Yeah, there is no timer", Lemon answers, nodding. She's still in a heavy state and in much worse mental condition than the pissed-off Rain, but she seems to be slowly recovering. Seeing that Rain is taking the rape better than her is motivating her to stay strong as well.


"Should we wait it out, or should we try?" Rain asks.


Lemon sighs. "I honestly think they're both dangerous options…" Both options have their risks. They now know that the ruins harbor tentacles, and who knows how many of them are and where they lie. But then, there's the issue of those eyes. If they observe them, then the enemy must know where they are right now. Can the enemy move? What kind of monster is observing them really? "I think we have to move soon", she finally says with a very soft voice. "Somewhere where the eyes won't follow…"


There are only two paths out from the building they're in. One leads towards the mine field, while the other one leads back deeper into the ruins, from where they originally came from. 'Both options suck', she tells herself and sighs deeply, leaning against the stone wall with her bare back. She's about to speak out as she feels the rock move behind her. Her back presses against a rigged tile, which is now pressed firmly down. She leans forward, almost as if expecting something horrible to happen. A door opens, but nothing else happens. It's a big a door, wide like a large bookshelf. Still sitting down, she gazes down this now open path and sees it leading down a tunnel back outside, illuminated by strange energy crystals on the walls. On the other side she can see another, third path. "Did our luck just turn around…?" she asks, whispering. "Or is this too good to be true…?"


"I do certainly think this is too good to be too", Lemon says with a skeptical tone. "But I don't think we have any better alternatives at the moment."


"Yeah, who knows? Maybe there's not even eyes there", Rain says and gets up. This time, she feels like she has easier time staying on two feet. She still can't even dream of running though.


"Should we go right away then…?" Lemon asks. "Maybe rest in some better place. I don't feel safe here."


Rain agrees with the idea, and offers Lemon a hand, pulling her up to her feet. Lemon also finds it easier than before to stand now. One by one, Rain leading the way, they enter the corridor, and they walk slowly, very carefully. Since there are rigged tiles, Rain thinks that there could be more of them. Some could even be traps.


Just like that, a crack can be heard. This time, it comes from underneath the two girls. Rain is sure it wasn't her, so it must've been Lemon. Her foot stepped on another tile, and this one seems to be even more terrifying than the last one, since door closes in front of them, and also behind them. Left in a closed room, they feel the ground beneath them shake and move. It opened up from the middle, and now, the floor is tilting, revealing a long and a scary fall down. Left standing on the opposite sides of this now widening gap, they both see something appear in between them; a dozen mean, big - even bigger than the once before - green and bumpy tentacles reaching up from the hole below. A trap? Most certainly yes, but the monster beneath might not be a trap. It could be something even worse. All of them attack at the same time, lashing out with vicious force, taking hold of their ankles, thighs and wrists. Both of them horrified of their sudden condition look down at their bodies, which get raised into the air, pulled to the middle of the room, and then, pulled down to the hole. There is absolutely nothing that can save them anymore.


The fall is not a long one, not that it matters anyway. Restrained, they're not dropping down. They're left hovering in air on top of the monster that got them. It's not a pit; rather, it's a large, wide room. In the middle of it, above the point where they are, is perhaps the worst thing imaginable for them. Held in an upwards position, next to each other, face to face, chests close to each other, they both observe the demon beneath them; a green heart of a colossus extending with its root-like tentacles all the way to the walls, and out of the cracked stone into its surroundings. They understand now that this is the massive demon that has connected itself to the vegetation above and corrupted it far and wide. It's a big, bad boss, large like a truck. It has spread its body across a large area underground, where it has been trapped for a long time, unable to get out. In that sense, you could call it a trap. It's a trap you can't escape, which Rain and Lemon know from the beginning. Tentacles haven't even raped them yet, and they already know that they won't be able to escape, and they won't be released after one short rape. Devoured by the colossal demon, this is their future, long-term.


All of the anger Rain had filled in her heart transform in a duration of one gasp of terror into despair, while Lemon's once-thought-to-be-nightmare turns into a hell. No words are spoken, and no tears are shed. All they can do is stare in utter disbelief. More tentacles come for their bodies, attacking them in a flash. Where a human would perhaps require some time and effort to subdue a struggling foe, these tentacles don't. Multiple tentacles, each of them possessing enough strength to subdue a little Nymph alone, immediately latch into their bodies, turning and twisting their joints as if they were mere toys. Not even ten seconds have passed since they got pulled down, and new tentacles are already coming for their genitals.


As tip of the glans presses against Lemon from the blind angle, she finally screams. "This cannot be happening!" The new tentacle doesn't initially feel any bigger than the last one, but once it starts to push against the soft and wet lips, into the little hole hidden in between, Lemon immediately realizes that this one is bigger than the last one. It hasn't even entered inserted into her, yet it already feels like it's stretching her to her limits. Her body lets it in relatively easily, and the tip sinks into her depths, followed by a thick shaft covered in countless small bumps. Phallic tip of the tentacle doesn't even fit all the way through, and the bumps tease her stretched out opening as the tip presses hard up against her cervix. It's like the rape continues from where it last left off. This time though, there is no escape.


Rain got penetrated in a similar fashion. This time around, her reactions were much louder. As the tentacle penetrated her already wet pussy, she left out a loud cry, which halfway through morphed into a moan, resembling a scream. It's not waiting around to feel, as it begins to thrust viciously from the get-go. Her pussy is stretched out to the limit and pounded mercilessly. She struggles with all her remaining strength out of pure desperation, but her legs won't even flinch. She can't move her knees even an inch closer to each other. Her hands are quickly restrained and tied in a tight package behind her back as well. She sways in air, in rhythm with tentacle cock, while the ropers holding her in place move her in a tight package back and forth in a way that would surely make an adult jiggle. No longer able to wish for it to get it over with, her plea turns from one into another. "Stop, stop it! Please, just stop!" A desperate plea spoken out loud is not going to help her, as the tentacle is bound to her pussy. And in midst of this panic, there is also an extreme ecstasy, still lingering from her first rape, and her first orgasm. It hasn't gotten better.


Suddenly, she feels a slimy and a wet kiss on another one of her holes. A place nobody has touched yet is being invaded by yet another massive tentacle. Kissing her anus, it follows her movements, pressing down on the hole. She lets out only one soft "No" as she clenches her entire body almost as if preparing for a sharp jolt of pain. Covered in a thick mucus, the tentacle penetrates her virgin anus in one split second. Her entire lower body twitches as her eyes get rolled back. She spasms heavily and feels both of her holes convulse. In a vicious chain-reaction, anal insertion causes her to get to brink of cumming. Pleasure is radiating all over her body as she finds herself in a state of ecstasy, all while they both move. Just like the one in her pussy, the tentacle in her ass doesn't wait to feel her out. It moves just as fast as the other one, together, in almost the exact same pace. Her narrow waistline and hips feel barely enough to fit one tentacle. Now, with two, it feels almost as if the two giant cocks are rubbing against each other inside her tight clamp. The most surprising of it all, the pain she expected never came. Even when having her ass raped, she is unable to differentiate pain from the sea of ecstasy. 'Why is my body acting like this!? It will drive me crazy! I'll lose my mind! I will seriously lose my sanity if I cum!' There is nothing she can do to slow the tentacles down and nothing she can do to resist her bodily pleasure. A squirting orgasm takes over her body, her mind and her soul. Tongue extending out and eyes rolling back, she moans as tears finally start to fall down. Yet, one would expect from her face that those are tears of joy. They're not. They're the first and the last tears of sadness and fear that she will shed. She does not experience just the rape and forceful submission her body, but also that of her mind. Ever since the first trap, she has already gotten addicted, and every orgasm will just drag her deeper into this hole, until there is no escape from her mind's prison. From now on, it's nothing but being forced to accept being a slut for the tentacles.


In front of Rain, in the exact same position, like a mirror image of her, so close that she would touch her if she could, Lemon sees how the tentacle penetrates Rain from behind, and she is honestly expecting the same to happen to her. Her heart begins to beat like a drum, as she sure as hell doesn't want anything in her butt. Demon has something else in mind for her though, as yet another tentacle presents itself to her face, showing her exactly what it looks like from close-up. Turns out, it looks exactly what it feels like, but that's not Lemon's biggest worry. She knows that the demon is thinking, and she's looking to resist it to the last ditch effort. She clenches her teeth and shuts her lips tight, muffling her cries and her moans. A hard beat to accomplish, yet it's going to be even harder to keep the tentacle away from her face. Not just hard, but impossible. Tip kisses her lips, rolling around and pushing hard. The tentacles for the first time ever are looking to physically hurt her by twisting her arms into a painful submission, and she can't help but to let it in as she involuntarily tries to scream in pain. She has no other choice. Instantly, it comes in deep. She won't even gag. She's physically incapable of it. Her lips and tongue press against it almost as if by an reaction, although she does her best not to taste it. She can't even bite it, as her jaw feels absolutely powerless. Then again, she knows that she wouldn't be able to hurt it anyway. It moves back and forth and causes her mouth to make slurping sounds as she tries to moan, muffled. She can't take anymore either. She, too, will be forced cum just as intensely as Rain did just before her. Yet, tentacle doesn't slow down. It's not even close to cumming yet, having merely started.


Orgasming just once has completely taken away their abilities to struggle. Rendered obedient, their bodies accept everything. Not that tentacles care. They are getting even more rough than before Nymphs accepted defeat. They're looking to dominate, and they tighten even more. In a restraining bondage, they speed up. Two more tentacles attack, one for each. Rain can't even bring herself to close her mouth as her eyes gaze down on the tentacle. Tongue extended out, mouth wide open from moaning, it forces itself into her mouth. At the same time Lemon feels the tentacle being inserted into her ass before she can even properly process that it even is there. It sends her body into a similar shock that Rain experienced earlier, and to the brink of yet another orgasm.


All three holes for both are being stuffed, and these tentacles are loading up thick white liquid for them. All these slimy tentacles sweat mucus, conjuring up a powerful, intoxicating smell. While it covers parts of their bodies, and makes their skin feel hot and even more sensitive, it attacks the rest of their senses. Tentacles truly penetrate all their senses. From pleasure to the sounds, and now from the smell all the way to the vision, they can't envision anything except tentacle rape in their minds. They can't move, they can't slow the rapists down, and they can't even moan or beg for them to stop anymore. There is just one thing left to do: ejaculate. Their fate is fast approaching.


Tentacles speed up once again for one final time. Girls can't imagine them getting any quicker from this. There's just no way they can. The tentacles between their legs push deeper and thrust even harder than before. They do not batter their mouths, but their holes sure are being crushed while they feel like their entire bodies along with their internal organs are giving in. It's not a painful sensation, but rather, one of rapture. It's yet another ingredient to the sexual cocktail, yet another way to intensify their pleasure further. As absurdly powerful as the previous two orgasms were for them, they know that the coming orgasms will be even more incredible.


In her last moments of sanity and defiance, Lemon keeps telling her over and over again "This is it", "This is the end". She may be right, as much as she hates it. She, even though a devout, lifelong lesbian, cannot even get her mind off the tentacle dicks that triple penetrate her. How can it be that they have made her feel more incredible than anything she has experienced in her lifetime? 'It's not fair', she tells herself. How can it be? Her preferred partner can never make her feel like this physically, and the tentacles are sure to teach her that, and continue teaching her that.


Rain, as well, finds herself finding her situation unfair. She's not the one that is supposed to be in this situation. She's not supposed to be a child, a loli to be fucked by anything; she's the one who's supposed to be in control in her fantasies. She's the one that is supposed to be making little girls feel like she's feeling right now. 'It wasn't supposed to be like this', she tells herself. So why? Why must she be going through all this? Whatever the reason, she's going to have to get used to it, as she is not going to escape. She's going to learn to love being a girl, and more importantly, love being a slut for the tentacles to abuse.


Filled with their respective thoughts of defeat and reluctant acceptance, they feel their climaxes coming. Lemon is going to cum once again at the hands of something other than another girl, while Rain is going to cum as a little girl she's bound to live as. They get pounded all the way to their orgasms, and even after they start cumming, the tentacles still won't stop. Not until they're halfway through their next climaxes. All the tentacles stop at the same time, with simultaneous ejaculations of all six throbbing tentacles. Pouring down their throats, into their guts and filling up their wombs, sperm gushes into their little girly holes in abnormal amounts. And the tentacles do not give an inch. They do not care about covering up their bodies with sperm or aesthetics. All they want to do is get it all inside the girls. In that very moment, as they taste the cum for the very first time in their lives - and find it tasting good - and as they feel the throbbing tentacles letting a wave of cum into their guts, they find the sperm entering their wombs to be the most satisfying sensation of them all. Demonic seed, one that will surely cultivate offspring inside the bellies of these two girls, fills them to the absolute brim. bringing along with it a more potent poison, which will corrupt their bodies, their souls and their minds even further, until there's no going back.


Their hunger has not been satisfied, and it never will. Tentacles do not wait to relish in afterglow and restart the thrusting right from where they last left. They will not be pulling away, not for a long time. Only reason for them to retract is for them to slam back in hard. And the two Nymphs must take it all.


…


Tentacles have become a little less hand-on with the girls, as there is no need for them to restrain them so hard anymore. No longer holding them in air in a package, they instead let them lay still in different kinds of positions, sometimes even on their knees forcing to ride the tentacles. There is still a clear pecking order, as the tentacles are still calling the shots, but Rain and Lemon are fine with anything. They can't escape, and they wouldn't escape even if you gave them a chance. Not only do they find themselves consenting, they find themselves actually pushing themselves on the tentacles. None of this is because of their own volition, as they would never do that if they were sane. The problem is, they are no longer sane. They have gone completely insane.


Along with the seed came a poison more potent than the trap that initially stole their virginity. Filled with demonic miasma, cause of this poisoning, semen is pumped into the two girls even after their bodies can't take anymore. Tentacles are looking to maintain the slim waistline for these little girls, so they pull out to finally soil their preteen bodies, but only after they have corrupted their bodies, their souls and more importantly, their minds. It's evident that this demon has raised the effects of miasma poisoning to the new heights for them. What's really going through their minds anymore? Well, not much, really. They have been reduced to being very simple creatures who live only for sex, and their brains have been adjusted accordingly.


It's not just the tentacles they find pleasure in, but also themselves. Tentacles allow them this pleasure. After all, the demon has been very fine with the idea of FFM threesome since the beginning. Currently, two Nymphs they lay on top of each other on a fleshy bed, barely restrained. Rain is on top, while Lemon is playing the bottom. They're constantly on each other's skin, playing with each other as the tentacles still penetrate both their holes and keep hold of their legs and hips. Free from waist up, two girls indulge in each other with both their mouths and their hands. They play with each other's flat chests with both their fingers and their mouths as if enchanted by the childish beauty. They grab to each other, they hug tight. They kiss, and they exchange saliva. They occasionally rub each other's clits to intensify pleasure too, especially when nearing orgasms. All this is something they do out of pure primordial reflex. As if mind controlled, they do all this without thinking. Intoxicated by the tentacle semen and each other, their minds are blank and broken.


How long has it already taken, and how long they have in front of them as they are rushed towards their demise? There's a long road behind them. Yet, that long road still pales in comparison for the one that lays in front of them. Night has fallen - not that they know or care anything about it - and should something not change, should no-one find them, there are a dozen more night falls in their immediate future. Mental breakdown is not something that occurs in one night, even in their case where they've already broken down. Regardless of how long it takes, one thing is for certain; they cannot be corrupted any further. They have been turned into sluts. It doesn't matter if there's salvation or doom waiting for them; they will never fully recover regardless, and they will never go back to being what they used to be.







Poison

Excerpt from the Gamer's Logbook; "Exploring the Mechanics of Nymphsaga", entry number ???, "Universal Principles of Channeling Mana."


Channeling mana is an integral part of every Nymph's life, even in the case of those who do not possess any abilities to cast spells. Every Nymph has mana, and all of them regardless of their profession, class or talent choices, have the exact same amount of it. Only things like regeneration rate and spell cost can be altered, as the amount of maximum mana can never change. Channeling mana and magical energy are something that is required for every in-game action in the game, even in the cases where the ability in question might not cost any mana. Every Nymph has this hard coded to their brains. So, how is it done?


Every spell, ability or an action requires three things to happen at the same time to be successfully activated: A state of mind, motion and a resource to spend. When all conditions are met, mana will flow automatically through these actions and activate the ability in question. Let's go through all of these.


First, is the state of mind. No, we're not talking about emotions. You can cast while happy, sad, confused and angry. We're talking about something similar to spoken words or incantations. They're not always words, as they can be pictures and figures as well. When Nymph learns a new ability, it will always come with an instruction, and one of the instructions is always to picture a specific state of mind. For example, to enable user interface, Nymph must picture a window in front of them. In case of spoken words, like incantations, they can also be spoken out loud. It doesn't really make a bit of difference anyway. There are also some items that do not require a state of mind, like items that can have their effect triggered through magic channeling. Magical lanterns are good example, which you just need look at. And finally, it is worth pointing out that there is one literal "state of mind" that prevents casting, and that is insanity. It can be caused by various different status altering effects, like some potent aphrodisiacs. On that note, other things that can prevent channeling mana are silencing effects, usually casted by Arcane casters, some demons and some metaphysical enemies.


Second is the motion, which is specified in the instructions as well. To use user interface as an example again, they must swipe their hand while holding the fingers together. For a powered-up melee swing, there has to be the swing. For a spell, there has to be a specific alignment of fingers and hands. Some complex spells might even require something similar to a part of a dance, or meditation. Some abilities can use motions shared between many different abilities, so that's why state of mind is required as well. Snap of a finger, for example, is used to activate about over a hundred different items, and even some abilities.


Third, and last, is the resource to spend. This should be pretty straight forward. Want to use a melee ability? You need stamina. Want to cast a spell? You need mana. Want to make a product through your profession? You need the ingredients summoned in front of you. Want to put on the lights? Well, you don't need anything for that. Many abilities like that exist as well. There are also some rare, extremely powerful high tier abilities that may need actual reagents in addition to mana or stamina cost as well.


Once these three conditions are made, the ability will be used, cast, activated, or whatever. And no, using these abilities is actually not hard at all. It's way easier than it sounds, as every Nymph just knows how to do it, just like they know how to breathe without constantly thinking about it. Once you get a hang of it, it will be just nature for you.


…


Angel stands still in silence, with nothing but the sound of calm wind stroking the nature around her. There are no sounds coming out from the apartment, and nobody is answering the door. She tries to take a peek inside but can't figure out if anyone is inside. Having waited for a long enough time, she figures out that her only choice is to give up and leave; her friends are not there. She needs to get back to work and get Wendy her medicine.


Near the edge of Grove, very close to the barrier, she looks around the bushes in hopes of finding some nettles. Her first clue comes in form of a strong, yet pleasant smell, which leads her to this poisonous plant. She finds three nettles growing next to wild flowers, close to a large oak at the very edge of Grove. She has one instruction to go by, and one instruction only: do NOT touch the leaves. It should be an easy feat to accomplish, as the shaft is very long. All she has to do is to take it by its stalk and just pick it up. Or, so she thinks. She can't just pick up the nettle, as it appears to be much sturdier than she ever anticipated. She can't even rip off the entire plant off the ground, as the roots go very deep beneath the ground. 'If only I had a knife', she mourns, as she relaxes for a moment. She takes a deep breath and goes for one last pull. Just as she's about to grab it, she realizes something flying right past her, right in front of her eyes. It's a giant fly, and it startles her for a second. She ends up falling backwards straight on her butt. Burning sensation takes over her entire hand, and her heartbeat suddenly hastens as she realizes what she had just done. She ended up doing the very thing she absolutely had to avoid doing, and that was touching the leaves. Poison now runs through her veins, but this is not a poison that will hurt her or try to kill her. No, this poison will make her horny. Just how horny exactly? She's nervous about having to find out, but her brains tell her that it shouldn't be a big deal. 'I mean, it only grazed back of my hand a little. There's no way it will have a great effect on me, right?' She continues her work and tries to come up with a strategy to pull the plant out. In the end, her long nails - a part of her that she's still not used to having - help her pinch through the tenacious shaft and pull the nettles out by twisting them slightly. After storing them in her inventory, she heads back home and decides that she must invest in a small knife for harvesting herbs.


Poison is starting to affect her already. Her face feels like burning, especially her cheeks. Her breath feels heavy, and almost uncontrollable. Her nipples have hardened and push uncomfortably against her tight dress. And most importantly, she can feel a wet spot appearing on her panties. She has only gotten wet twice before; once when she touched herself a little, and then again when the spider raped her. What makes both of these cases similar was the stimulus to her genitals. There's nothing like that this time around, yet she still is getting wet and horny. She keeps cursing to herself in her mind, lamenting over the fact she just had to get startled by such a harmless little bug. Because of that little bastard, now she's getting horny, and while there are many things she can do to help it, she doesn't want it. She was supposed to go look for her friends, and now she's in this kind of condition? Because of some stupid herb? 'God fucking damn it, I hate this world', she tells herself.


Outside the apartment tree, she sees Pink waiting for her, and she's waving her hand happily. "Hey, Angel! Where were you?"


"I was collecting herbs…" Angel says, panting.


"Oh, you don't look so good. What's wrong?"


"I ended up getting poisoned…"


"That's not good", Pink says worryingly and approaches Angel to touch her.


"Please, Pink… Do not touch me right now…" Angel kindly asks. "My entire body feels very sensitive right now… It's almost feverish…"


"Oh man, this looks serious", Pink says, smiling anyway. "Yeah, that's not good at all. Looks like you can't come help us after all…"


"Yeah, I'm so fucking annoyed I can't go", Angel says and sighs. "Anyway, I have to go help Wendy."


Pink nods. "Maybe this is for the best anyway, as Wendy needs someone to look after her and help her anyway."


"Yeah… Did you talk to her?"


Pink shakes her head. "I was planning on doing that, but I just got here."


"I'll go check on her", Angel says. "I need to brew us some calming tea to get rid of this heat…"


Pink nods and waves her hand as she walks away. "I'll come check on her later. Give her my regards."


…


Shortly after Angel left, Wendy's condition started to worsen again. Not only that, but she ended up becoming even more horny than she was before she masturbated. Like a boomerang, it just returns to her, no matter how much she tries to get rid of it. Left laying still, hornier than ever, Wendy waits patiently for her friend to get back with a relief. But Angel just simply didn't get back right away. The wait is unbearable and feels like time is running slow-motion for Wendy. She feels like she needs to do something about her heat, so still laying on the bed sideways, she reaches her hand to her panties, and gives herself a slight rub. Before she can even think about what she's doing, she's completely drawn in and unable to stop.


Masturbation has become something that she's not only familiar with, but also more or less addicted to. Ever since she first experienced what kind of feelings her body can produce, she has done it over and over again, on almost every night. It was sort of like a goodnight ritual to her. She was always content with her hands, but now, having felt a dick inside her, she feels like she can't just satisfy herself with her hand anymore. On top of that, her pussy feels like it has evolved into an eternal spring of pleasure. It doesn't matter how much she plays with herself, or how bad she tries to relieve herself of her tension. She will just become horny again. She just came less than an hour ago, and now she's doing it again. 'I want to cum so bad after all', she tells herself, biting her lower lip. Her body hungers for more, and it hungers for greater satisfaction. 'I can't help myself at all. I want to just cum over and over again, but my fingers don't even feel satisfying anymore. I can't believe I'm thinking about this, but I really should get myself some sort of sex toy. Maybe a dildo would satisfy me. Ah, now I really want one. I just want to stick a massive rubbery dildo deep into my pussy and just ram myself with it! I need something bigger!'


Wendy imagines a dick. Her hands can't simulate one, but she imagines one anyway. In her mind, she envisions a large cock digging into her. She tries to imagine it being a human, but her mind is drawn to the goblins. She doesn't want to remember their dicks, but she can't forget. It was their dicks that changed her and showed her greater pleasure. 'Even though it was so scary', she keeps telling herself, all while she finds herself unable to stop. 'Even though I hated it. How can my body yearn for it?'


Her heart jumps straight to her throat and all the movement stops as she hears the door open. She's laying on her side, back against the door, so whoever just entered must've not caught her masturbating, or so she hopes. She seriously hopes so. She stopped straight in her tracks, and she lays still, eyes open wide and heart beating like a war drum.


"Eh… I'm back…" Angel says, silently, as she looks at Wendy confused. Angel immediately realizes what's going on, and the thought makes her blush. 'Did I just catch her masturbating?'


Wendy turns around and nods, still laying still. "Welcome back…"


Angel thinks that it could be in her best interest to try and pretend she didn't see anything. "I couldn't find a potion, but I have a tea recipe that might help", she explains. "I just left the plants to dry in the sun. We can enjoy it later."


"How long will it exactly take?" Wendy asks.


"Maybe an hour…" Angel says.


'Yeah, there's no fucking way I can wait that long to calm down', Wendy thinks and sighs heavily.


"What's wrong?"


"I started feeling the heat again…"


"R-really? I see…"


"Just admit that you saw me masturbating…"


Angel does not dare to say a word, and her eyes are trying to avoid contacting Wendy. Blushing not only because of her own heat, but now also because of immense embarrassment, she decides to apologize. "I'm sorry I came without knocking first…"


Wendy sighs again. "I don't even care that you saw me… But what's up with you?"


"What do you mean?"


"You're red like a tomato and acting a little strange."


"O-oh, that… I kind of got into an accident in the process of getting you herbs", Angel admits, and tries to smile. "I got poisoned by its aphrodisiac…"


Wendy thins her eyes, as a smug smile appears on her face. "Oh, really now? So, you're the same as me?" It even gives her an idea, but she's not sure if she wants to voice it. 'If we're both horny, wouldn't it make sense for us to try to treat ourselves together?' She thinks that there's no way Angel would agree to it, and she's not even sure if she wants it herself. They're friends, and she understands that, and that's not even the only issue for her. 'Now that I think about it, could she even properly satisfy me?' Wendy doesn't want to admit it, but what she wants right now is a dick. She can't believe it, but it's the truth. If she can't pleasure herself, can another girl do it? 'Well, it probably is not going to be as satisfying as a dick would be, but it's still better than doing it alone.'


"Yeah, I think we both need some time to ourselves while the leaves dry out, so… See you later." Then, Angel turns towards the door.


"Wait a minute", Wendy says, with a shaky voice. She watches Angel turn and their eyes meet. While she's scared of asking, she feels like she has to at least bring the topic up, even if it doesn't lead anywhere. "Don't you think it would be more effective to do it together?"


Angel doesn't even know how to answer. She just utterly can't believe what she just heard. 'Did Wendy just say she wants to have sex with me!?' "But we're friends…"


"Yeah, I think we really shouldn't do this either", Wendy says, raising her voice. "But I have no-one else to turn to. I can't satisfy myself alone. Masturbating just makes it worse. I need someone else to do it for me."


"I don't want to have sex with a kid…"


"I don't want to beg, but please…"


Angel turns unresponsive, but still can't run away, as it is too hard for her to back down from the situation. She wants to run away, but her feet are glued to the ground. She doesn't want to accept, but she doesn't want to reject Wendy's proposal either. She eyes down Wendy's immature figure. She's small and slim, and she's flat all-over. There is not an ounce of fat on her breasts, and her beet-red face is that of a little child as well. She can't deny that Wendy is cute and adorable, especially when she's blushing. Just thinking about Wendy's appearance positively is making her fall into just a deeper hole. It's clearly a female, but she's not into kids, so why does she find her to be somewhat attractive? 'No, I can't look at her in that way', she tells herself. 'She's my friend, for fucks sake!' Wendy means a lot to her as a longtime friend. She feels that trying to add something sexual to this relationship could damage it, and because of it, she can't bring herself to accept. Or can she? The fact that she's not running away is a proof of the fact that in her heart, she is thinking deep about it. Wendy isn't asking her to have sex because of love, or lust, but rather, because of necessity. You could even say that Wendy is sick, and sick people need to be tended to. It's just that in this case, her sickness comes in form of sexual excitement.


Thinking about the sickness instantly brings Angels thoughts to herself. It's not just Wendy that is feeling sick, but Angel herself too. She can feel a strong, throbbing sensation emanating from deep inside her, and she feels hot. She wants to comfort herself too. She just wants to do it alone, but will it help? What if the situation is same for her as well? What if masturbating will make it just worse? Wendy was right to propose sex, and she knows it. Sex with another person really could be the rest way of getting rid of heat more effectively. Finally, Angel accepts the proposal with a deep sigh and a nod. "I have conditions", she says.


Wendy's all ears and willing to listen.


"We will only do it one time."


"Naturally…" Wendy says. She herself thinks that this might not be a onetime deal, as they could face similar problems in the future, but she decides to not bring it up. Now is not a time to worry about that.


"And you must also do it to me."


This one is a proposal that Wendy was not even thinking about herself. She was thinking only about herself and her own condition, but suddenly she realizes that Angel is in a similar state. Wendy doesn't really care at this point that the person doing her is a child but having someone else do it to her and having to be the one doing it to someone else are two completely different things. If they both were adults, there wouldn't probably be a problem, as they both are into adult women and neither of them find each other sexually desirable. Despite not wanting to have anything to do with it, Wendy agrees to this proposal as well. She can't start being unfair now. "Oh, what the hell, I'll do you as well…"


Angel is feeling a little hot and sweaty, and she begins to undress by pulling down the zipper behind her back. She stops, looking at Wendy, who is tugging tight to the bottom of her shirt. "Are you not going to get naked…?"


"Isn't taking off my panties enough…?" Wendy asks, meekly.


"That's not fair, since I have to take everything out…" Angel takes off her dress, exposing her naked upper body for Wendy to see. "Come on now, let's both get naked and do this properly."


Seeing that Angel truly is taking everything off - even her long socks - Wendy feels like she, too, must undress completely. She is wearing very little to begin with, so as soon as she gets to it, she's already basically done. She does take her time though, feeling embarrassed. Wendy looks like sitting up, when Angel suddenly climbs on the bed, on her fours on top of her. Instantly, Wendy halts, staying still like a statue as if trying to avoid any direct skin to skin contact. She looks at the sight of a little girl over her, and she can't take her eyes off her body. Her heart beats like crazy, and she looks down at her own body as well. She sees two children, so close to each other, herself and her friend, naked, daring not to touch each other or to move forward despite their full intentions to have sex. "How should we even go about this…?" she asks with a shaky, high-pitch voice.


"Now that I think of it, I've never even paid thought to how chicks do it together…" Angel admits.


"I mean, it can't be too hard…"


"Well, I mean… How do I fuck you without a dick…?" Angel asks, almost whispering.


Wendy's eyes twitch as a bright blush and an annoyed smile appear on her face. "Just fucking grow one then…" she says, jokingly.


Angel finds humor in Wendy's words and laughs uncomfortably. "I wish I could…"


'Yeah, me too', Wendy says, repeating the words in her mind, because she's too ashamed of admitting to her friend that a penis is what she wants the most right now.


"Should we kiss…?"


"Kiss!?" Wendy says out loud. She doesn't want to kiss. Her lips are reserved to one person only, and that is her real-life lover in Hanako. Kissing is reserved for lovers in her opinion, and she doesn't consider Angel her lover, and never wants to. "Why should we kiss!?"


"I don't know! To ease ourselves into this!"


"I-I say we skip the formalities and just get straight into it!" Wendy states loudly, and immediately starts to think. Her brains try to process the information and try to come up with anything else. She instantly comes up with a better idea, one that she's familiar with already. "Turn around. Let's lick each other instead."


"Wait, straight to action!?"


"I don't care about foreplay! It's not like we're not lovers or anything!"


Angel feels the same way about not being lovers, but her approach is still different. She believes it would be the best for both of them to start with a foreplay and follow up from there organically instead of just jumping straight into the deep end. "Okay, fine…" she says, raising her body and readjusting her position. Turning around, her feet are still laying on Wendy's sides, but her butt is faced at her. She gets back to her fours and moves back. Their skin ends up rubbing against each other, as her feet tough Wendy's upper body. Very soon, Angel finds herself gazing down at little girl's genitals under her, and she realizes at this moment that her butt must be right in front of Wendy's face as well. Angel closes her eyes and leans forward as she tries to imagine herself doing this to someone else. She comes up with another name and tries to imagine a body more to her liking, as she proceeds to lower her face to the genitals in front of her. A sudden, warm breath touches her pussy, and just it alone feels tingly and amazing. She shakes, and she lets out a high, muffled buzz, which then turns into a moan, as she feels a tongue softly touch her slit. Her back arcs a little bit, and she moves her hips away in surprise, leaning forward. It was just one little touch with the tip of a tongue, and it alone made her crazy. She's panting heavily, and she now realizes just how potent the poison running through her veins is. 'How the hell am I ever supposed to be able to focus if I feel like this?' Two hands suddenly come from both sides of her hips, and they grab onto her butt, sinking into her firm, soft buttocks. They pull her back towards the girl who's she's basically sitting on top of and suddenly, tongue touches her even stronger. No longer able to just pull herself away, she feels the girl licking her relentlessly, as she herself just arcs her back even more, shaking and trying to hold back her moans. She looks down to see Wendy inviting her to do it as well. She's not saying anything, and instead, just uses her body motions to urge Angel forward. The little girl underneath her is spreading her legs, and Angel finally digs in. She can't be the only one on the receiving end. For this position to work, and for it to be fair, they both must give what they receive.


As Wendy works, she waits for Angel to respond with anything. She knows how to work pussy properly with just a tongue, and she's more than willing to show Angel her skills, but it's making her increasingly hornier. So horny in fact, that she's getting a little irritated. She was the one who was supposed to get eaten out, and now she's doing all the work? Just as she's thinking about saying something, she finally feels Angel arc back down, and instantly, just like that, put her mouth against her privates. Kissing, sucking and licking, Angel can't seem to be able to do just one thing and stick to it. It's almost as if she's not even sure how to go about this business. Yet, it still feels incredible to Wendy. Nymphs are very easy to please sexually. Their body will not ask for technique; simple stimulation is all it takes for them to go crazy. As far as Wendy's theory about needing someone else goes, she was right on the money. A tongue of another Nymph is nothing like her own hand. It's unpredictable to the point that even the smallest movements manage to catch her by a surprise, and that is all she could ever ask for. It's basically the different being tickled and trying to tickle yourself; you can't make yourself laugh. Of course, Wendy can make herself orgasm, but she feels already that the pleasure she's going to feel moving forward is going to rival what she felt at the hands of goblins. Of course, Nymph's tongue and hand work can never beat the sensations that penises can make Nymphs feel, but this is more than enough as a solid substitute. Wendy definitely thinks that this is going to be able to satisfy her.


It's not easy for Angel to focus on her work, especially since Wendy is grabbing tight on her ass, basically digging very deep without her being able to relieve the pressure. It makes it feel more amazing, but at a cost of her concentration. She also feels like she has to grab onto something, but what? Pressing backs of her hands against the sheets, she moves her hands under Wendy's legs, and basically hugs onto them in a way that Wendy can't close her legs anymore. Angel does something that Wendy hasn't done to her yet, and that is reach towards her pussy, which isn't a hard feat to accomplish. Her fingers press softly against the puffy, wet lips, opening them up so she can see all the inner parts hidden in between child's labia. Through her barely open eyes, she dares to take a good look as well, and finds her enchanted by the little hole. She can't resist her urge to stick a finger inside. So, that's exactly what she does. Instantly, she can feel the muffled moans of Wendy, and the tight hole twitch and tighten against her finger. Her mouth concentrates on the now exposed and little bit erect clit, which she bullies with her tongue. Wendy is sure to answer to fire with fire, and Angel too feels her bean being flickered intensely.


It's like a battle. They're dueling to get the other one to orgasm first, and they both feel like losing. And to be honest, it's a battle that they both secretly want to lose. No, it's not even a secret. Even though they're not able to communicate it aloud, their muffled moans and movements, and the way they just grab onto each other even tighter and more passionately mirrors the desire to cum. This desire is going to be fulfilled real soon and they both know it. By the actions of each other, they orgasm one after another; not at the same time, but still, on top of each other. Another one starts before the another one ends. First one to give in is Wendy, who had already warmed up before they started. Honestly, Angel was in a worse condition because of the poison, and thus wasn't far behind. As they orgasmed, they both began to slow down a little bit until they both, exhausted, stopped playing with each other together.


Angel rolls to the side and lies on her back for a moment. Wendy is having none of it. She's one to get on top of Angel this time and rolls even over so they can be face to face. Her eyes are crazed, and she's breathing heavily through her mouth, with a blush even brighter than before. She eyes down one of her very best friends, who she just had sex with. They did something they shouldn't have, and they loved it. They can still taste each other's liquids on top of their tongues and feel the warmth and wetness on their rosy red lips. Anyone who would see them would surely think they're going to kiss yet, as they both look like lusting for each other, but do they really dare? Wendy doesn't want to kiss, but when she watches at Angel's lips, how can she resist herself?


"I can't do it after all…" Wendy whispers. Even though she wants it, she can't bring herself to kiss someone else than her true lover. Even if she would do everything else, something at least needs to stay sacred.


Angel, who doesn't feel the same way at all, puts the other hand behind Wendy's back, and the other one against the back of her head, and leans upward for a kiss. Wendy resists, and in this brief moment of defiance, Angel stops the advance. It was only a matter of one little centimeter. Just slightly more, and their lips would've met. Angel respects Wendy's wish for now, and she speaks out instead. "If you can't do it… Then will you let me do it for you…?"


Angel's proposal is something that Wendy finds hard to resist because honestly, if Angel did kiss her, she knows that she wouldn't be able to hold herself back anymore. "If you kiss me, I will never be able to look at you in the same way again…"


"I think we're already past the point of no return, Wendy…"


'She's right', Wendy admits, not speaking the words out loud. She truly knows it, that they already are past that point. Even if they stopped now, she wouldn't be able to look at Angel just as a friend.


Before Angel gets a chance to voice her opinions, Angel voices hers. "You made me do this…"


Wendy feels the soft lips press against her mouth, tearing down all her walls of resistance, forcing her to surrender. She answers lovingly and passionately. She makes sure to apologize for Hanako for she has sinned and cheated on her and is going to be cheating a whole lot on her going forward. She's sure Hanako will understand given the circumstances.


Wendy, who has been able to satisfy herself with her hand before, who has never felt the need for any more than one round before, finds herself even hornier than before. She can't get Angel out of her mind, and Angel's the same. They're both in just as bad a state as they were before they started. Only thing that has changed is the fact that they don't really call it a bad state anymore. How could they when they're having so much fun? One of Angel's conditions was to do it only one time, but that's not a promise they're going to be able to keep. No, they're going to do it over and over again as many times as it takes. One time turns into one full night. It's barely midday, so they have a long day in front of them. They're happy to waste it away having sex.







Conclusion

Around the same time - or maybe couple of hours later - in the ruins where two Nymphs got lost, one of them finds herself coming back to her senses. Or is she really? Is she awake, or simply dreaming? Strangely enough, they do not feel anything. Restrains are gone, and the situation has calmed down. One of them snaps out of a dream quicker than the other one, but even while awake, she has no strength to open up her eyes. She can't tell if it's hot or cold. She feels dirty from the mucus, but the wind feels cool on her naked skin. If there is a wind, she must be outside. If she's outside, she must be free. And if she can appreciate this and visualize her salvation clearly in her mind, she must have recovered her sanity as well.


Have you ever been put to sleep before a surgery, or some other elective operation? The doctor asks you to slowly count to ten as he or she injects the medicine, and you will fall asleep before you get to the end. That is what it all ending felt like to her. She has no recollection of how it all went down, as everything just faded to black. The entire ordeal appears fuzzy in her mind. She can remember some scenes, almost like photo album opening before her mind's eye. Feelings she felt were so unbelievably intense and otherworldly that she can't bring herself to imagine being even close to those sensations. It's almost as if she was turned into someone else, or as if someone else took over her body. She was a slut for that brief chapter in her life; a total and complete slut to the whims of her squirmy tentacle master. How could that be? It's not who she is. She's not a submissive girl, and she's definitely not one that takes pleasure in being penetrated, not in real life at least. 'How could I act like that?' she asks herself in disbelief. Madness, that's what it was. Pure insanity. Just thinking about acting the way she did is making her sulk. Yet, for some reason, she can't bring herself to cry or be sad about it, at least for time being. She feels surprisingly very much okay, both physically and mentally. It brings her mind to more relevant questions: Where is she? Is she alone?


Her eyes open up ever so slightly and let in the light. Her vision is blurry, but she can clearly see trees overhead. She brings herself to move, which turns out to be surprisingly easy. She must have recovered during her comfortable sleep. She can see - and hear - a flickering warm light that is not coming down from the heavens. There is a campfire and sitting beside it on top of a stone pillar is a man. 'A man?', she asks herself in surprise. He's a man - a large man - with a rugged, light brown skin with a slight, greenish hue. He's tall and muscular like an Olympic powerlifter. He's a bald man, shirtless, and wearing black leather pants made from thick, scaly hide. He has a spear as a weapon, and this spear which is laying still on the ground must be at least as tall as he is. From behind, he sure looks like a human, but there's no way he could be. 'He must be a monster', she convinces herself. He's too big to be a goblin, and color doesn't match a demon either. He is something entirely different. He is cooking a meal, that's for sure. He's defenseless in this very moment, but his size suggests that she wouldn't be able to kill him even if she tried. He's way more menacing that the elite goblin ever was, and that alone was a foe that she and her friend had trouble with. She gets up slowly, as if looking to escape. As established before, she's not tied or restrained in any way. Why is this? If the monster has caught them, it would make sense for him to have done something to them. Yet, this doesn't seem to be the case at all.


Careful to not make a sound, she gets to her feet and prepares to open up her inventory to summon a weapon. As she does, the man turns around. Did he hear? He must possess incredible ears if he did, as she was making sure she would not make a slightest sound. This bald man looks like an ogre, a very handsome ogre. He looks like a cross between a goblin and a human. His eyes certainly are that of a human, and almost seem kind, even though his lips do not. It's very hard to say whenever he's angry or not. "Oh, you're finally awake", ogre says.


As he speaks, both Nymphs find themselves wide awake. They didn't even realize each other. They were saved together. Yes, they both independently come up with the same thought. It was this monster, this big burly man who saved them.


"Relax, will you?" ogre says. He shows no signs of hostility. In fact, he's not even looking at his weapon, which is laying still on the ground. "Want some jerky? It tastes awful but is incredibly nutritious."


Rain and Lemon both look at each other, puzzled.


"Playing mute, eh?" ogre says and turns around. "Have it your way."


Rain leans in to whisper something to Lemon: "I don't think we can kill it…"


"More importantly, are you okay…?" Lemon asks, worried.


Rain nods. "But that's not the problem… That big guy means trouble…"


"I think so too… He seems harmless, but he's a monster… They can't be trusted…"


"Do you think we could escape…?"


"Look at him… There's no way we can escape…"


"You know", ogre says, interrupting the conversation. "I can hear every word. Besides, didn't I tell you girls to relax?"


"What do you want from us?" Rain suddenly asks.


Ogre, mouth full of meat, answers: "I saved you two, you know."


"Why though?"


"What do you mean why? They were raping you."


Rain lowers her eyebrows, and a bright blush appears on her uncomfortable, otherwise expressionless face. "Well, yes… But why did YOU want to save us…?"


"That's a weird way to say 'thank you', little miss", ogre says, sounding a little annoyed, and turns towards the two little naked girls, who are not even trying to cover up, strangely enough.


Rain lowers her face and musters up strength to thank the monster. She doesn't want to do so, as she still sees this ogre as an enemy, but there's just no way she wouldn't thank him after being saved. "Thank you for saving us…"


"I…" Lemon begins, also appearing a little shy. "I must thank you as well… Who knows what would've happened to us."


Ogre nods, smiling, and offers his giant hand. To say it's a giant is an understatement. He could probably crush a coconut with it. "My name is Ron. How about you two kids?"


One after another, Rain and Lemon simply introduce themselves saying nothing but their names.


"I've seen some girls like you in these parts of the forest", Ron says. "Not too many though. They have seen me too and seemed pretty scared of me. I've tried avoiding them, and they have tried avoiding me. I have kind of wanted to talk to some, as there aren't many people to talk to here."


"What about the demon?" Lemon asks.


"Oh, I killed the demon. And I must say, I never thought I would find you getting raped. That must've been an horrifying experience."


"Hold on a minute", Lemon says. Meanwhile, Rain is looking through her inventory to summon herself spare clothes and her old hoodie to get something to wear. "We have been told that in this game every single monster is out there to rape us Nymphs."


"Oh, that would explain few things", Ron says, looking really surprised. "Like why you kids always seem to run away from me. So, you're called Nymphs, huh?"


"Excuse me for asking", Rain says, as she pulls up the zipper to cover up her naked chest. She's already wearing her panties. "But I couldn't help but to notice that you talk like you're a player."


"Yeah, I'm a player", Ron says, nodding. "I kind of suspected you were too."


"I thought that in this game only Nymphs are playable characters."


"I have never heard of any Nymphs", Ron says, looking even more surprised. "I thought this game was some kind of survival RPG."


"Well, we must be playing a completely different game in the same universe then…" Rain says, deep in thought. She hasn't heard of anything like this from the other Nymphs yet. 'Playable monsters? How many are there, and are all of them our allies?' She looks at Ron with extreme skepticism. If he's a player, just like Nymphs, he should in theory be an ally, since he shares the same fate as Nymphs. But it cannot be ignored that he's also a monster. Monsters are driven by their lust towards source. Ron could be the same, or at least turn out to be like that in the future, should he not be able to contain his lust anymore. For now, he seems very relaxed, and almost as if incapable of seeing the two Nymphs in a sexual light. 'Well, it's a good thing he's not a pedo', Rain thinks to herself.


"So, this means, that you're stuck here as well?" Lemon asks.


"Yeah", Ron says nodding once. "You too, I guess. And I've been alone all this time, looking and searching all this time for clues. I've made my camp close to these ruins because this place seems to be pretty abundant with food and treasures. But enough of me, tell me about you Nymphs."


"Not sure what there is to tell…" Rain says, scratching her cheek. "As you can see, we're little girls."


"Yeah, I can see that…" Ron says with thin, jaded eyes. "No need to point out the obvious."


"We live in this forest inside a protective barrier to the south from here. There's like, maybe two to three thousand of us…" Rain explains. "Since you clearly aren't a Nymph, you also probably don't know anything about this game being called Nymphsaga."


"Yeah, never heard."


"How about Mormia?"


"Oh, loved that game."


Rain finds the idea of someone who loves Mormia not knowing about Nymphsaga to be unbelievable, especially since they are in that very game. She independently comes to the same exact conclusion that Dana did earlier in the story; someone must've altered their memories. Rain doesn't even know how to continue the discussion from here, so she decides to ask Ron a new question, one that is perhaps even more important. "So, do you know about source?"


"Nope."


"Apparently it's something us Nymphs produce. According to the lore we were created by some aliens to be - "


"Stop", Lemon says, interrupting Rain on the tracks. "Do you honestly think it's a good idea to tell HIM?"


"I don't think it makes a bit of difference", Rain says.


"I do not feel comfortable about talking about that subject with a monster…" Lemon says, glaring at Ron.


"I would appreciate if you didn't treat me like a monster…" Ron says, looking a little saddened by Lemon's words and worry.


"Yeah, I mean, he did save us…" Rain says.


Lemon sighs deeply. "Okay… I'm sorry…"


"As I was saying", Rain says, coughing into her fist, "We were created by aliens to be sex toys, and this source is some kind of super addictive substance that those aliens depend on, or something, so this entire world wants to fuck us."


Ron looks like he doesn't believe a word Rain just said. All three sit still in absolute silence, with Lemon being the only one to actually do something. She's now conjuring up some clothes to wear. "I'll make this clear once and for all", Ron begins, with a dead serious expression. "I vow to never ever rape any Nymphs. Children are not supposed to have sex."


"That's a very small reassurance considering that the rest of the world wants to rape us…" Rain says, shrugging. "Glad to have you as an ally nonetheless…"


"So that's why the tentacles were raping you as well, huh…?" Ron says.


"Don't… Remind me…" Rain says, meekly.


"It also explains why you were a little worried about telling me…" Ron says, turning towards Lemon, who just conjured herself a pretty, creamy white plain summer dress. "You really must see me as a monster…"


"Well, yeah… I didn't mean to sound rude. It's just that given what I know about source and how it effects living creatures, I'm worried it could affect you too."


"If it ever starts affecting me, I'll do my absolute best to fight the desire", Ron says, hand on his heart.


Rain and Lemon look around them. Judging by the position of the sun, it's already way past the noon. They're still inside the ruins, but they have found themselves a comfortable corner to rest in. "How long have we been out of it?" Rain asks.


"You slept for maybe ten hours. I rescued you around the sunrise, so… It's been a long way looking over you two."


Lemon walks up to Ron, seeming a little shy. "I feel like you've already done so much for us, but… I would like to ask you to help us get home."


Ron nods, smiling. "Sure. I'll help."


"Do you need anything in return?" Rain asks.


"Honestly, I don't think there's much you can offer me…" Ron says, with a hand on his jaw. "No, actually, there is something that I want that you have, and that is information. I'm looking to learn about this world as much as possible. I have a feeling that you know a lot more about this world than I do, especially if there are thousands of you Nymphs."


"That's an easy request to fulfil", Rain says and gives Ron her tiny hand. "It's a deal then."


Ron offers Rain his hand, but it's way too big for Rain to actually hold it properly, so Rain just ends up shaking his index finger, a sight that causes Ron to laugh. "It's a deal then."


"Also, I demand that you become my friend", Rain says.


"There you go again", Lemon says, giggling.


"Alright, I'll be your friend", says Ron, laughing again. "But are you sure you don't want to eat?"


"Dude, meat is fucking disgusting", Rain says. "How can anyone eat that shit?"


"Oh, so you're one of those people…" Ron says, looking a little nervous.


"What is that supposed to mean?" Rain asks, with an annoyed tone.


"N-nothing…" Ron answers, a little embarrassed. Getting to an argument with a vegetarian is not something he wants, so he decides to back down from his comment and let it be.


"I wouldn't mind a bite…" Lemon whispers. Ron gives her a tiny skewer, and she bites into it. Turns out, it tastes absolutely disgusting and nauseating to her, and she spits most of it out. "Oh my god, it tastes horrible…"


"Told you", Rain says, crossing her arms. "Just stick to plants."


"I suppose I must…" Lemon says nodding. "So, Nymphs really CAN'T eat meat, huh…? That's a shame… I like meat…"


"Funnily enough, I can't eat anything other than meat", Ron says. "If I try to eat fruits, I react the same way you do."


"I can't believe I'm going to say this, but for once I'm glad to be a Nymph…" Rain says.


"How about your physical condition though?" Ron asks. "Are you sure you're able to walk?"


Rain and Lemon look at each other. They both are going through the same thing. They might've felt fine laying down, and they might've regained most of their stamina, but there is a new blight slowing them down considerably, and that is abnormal, demonic pregnancy. It is honestly something they didn't even think about up until now, but now realize that it really happened to them. They can feel no movement, but even standing up and changing clothes, their bodies do feel a little heavy, and they can tell that there's something inside them. Besides, they suspect - just like Wendy suspected - that their bodies will go into heat as a result. They feel sensitive all over.


Rain is the first one to talk: "Walking is fine, but don't expect us to run or fight."


"Well, I can probably fight if required…" Lemon says, putting great emphasis on the word probably. "Otherwise, I'm the same as Rain."


"Well, that's more than enough", Ron says. "I'll defend you girls."


…


None of the three adventurers recognize the part of the ruins they are in. They're still on the lower floors, as evident by the tunnels and corridors. Of course, there are no roofs in some places, which is why the light can get in. Having talked with Ron for a while now, Rain's and Lemon's attention is drawn back to themselves. They both have a lot to think about, both in regard to their own wellbeing as well as each other's. Same questions puzzle both of them. Yet, they are unable to voice those questions. Walking a safe distance away from Ron behind him, they both look at each other, silently.


It has to be pointed out that Rain is not a philosophically minded person, nor is she scientifically literate or religious, and she sure as hell does not have any kind of political bias regarding any of this, so she does not know how much of her behavior is due to her lived experiences as a male, and how much it is due to her current biology as a female. That being said, she is trying hard to analyze and rationalize what happened to her during her ordeal. She has always thought that she, as a person, is the person she is in the real life, regardless of her current physical appearance, or regardless of any of her possible physical appearances across all the different games and platforms she has been a part of. The person inside her body has always been the same person, kind of like a soul, so to say. In her eyes, it is her soul that carries her personality, her likes and dislikes, all her personal preferences and more importantly, her memories and her ego, the person she considers to be "me". Why does she believe this? Well, no reason really, just her personal feelings. Like said before, it's not something she has thought a lot about. But now, for the first time in her life she is asking these questions and challenging herself this personal view of hers. She finds herself challenged to the core, because the person she was during the tentacle rape was not the person she considers to be herself. 'No, that's not accurate either', she tells herself. How she acted when the traps caught her - how she was angry at what was going on - was in line of her real personality. Even when she got caught with Lemon the second time, she still was someone she could recognize as herself. From that point on, it was going straight downhill. The physical sensations she felt shattered her heart and her brains, along with her ego, completely destroying the person she was. What caused this? Was it really the physical stress? She wouldn't go as far as saying that the mind is completely separate from the body, but she finds herself asking, how big a role exactly does biology, which in this case is her new female body, play in her behavior? Has it caused her personality to change, and how much has it changed really? Is it going to change more? As far as her ego goes, could she even become someone else entirely? She does not know the answer to any of these questions.


'But I have never been raped before', she suddenly tells herself. 'Maybe that was me, and how I would act if it happened to me.' It's not something she believes, but it's a possibility that comes to her mind. 'Oh, and wasn't there something else as well?' It didn't even cross her mind, but after she was raped by the trap together with Lemon, she was injected by something. It was a condition called Demonic Miasma, and she remembers clearly it having an effect on her and Lemon. "Hey…" she suddenly whispers.


Lemon is slow to answer, as she seems almost as if she was surprised by Rain talking. "What's up?"


"Is the miasma gone?"


Lemon nods, answering quickly this time. "I confirmed that earlier. Are you worried about that?"


"Yeah, I mean… I was kind of thinking that maybe this world is changing me…"


"I was thinking about that too", Lemon admits. "Not drastically, but… I guess it could be more dramatic for you…" She started out the sentence as some sort of statement, but towards the end, she kind of meant it as a question.


Rain is ashamed of admitting it, but what other choice does she have? She nods deeply. "You and Pink both thought I was a girl, so… I was actually thinking that maybe this world has made me girly…"


"If I were you, I wouldn't be worried about opinions of two people…" Lemon says, trying to smile. "It was just a hunch I had…"


"That hunch had to be rooted on something", Rain says, arms crossed. "What is it about me? Is it the way I talk?"


Lemon shakes her head. "It's more like, how you move, how you express yourself, and stuff…"


"That could be even worse then…" Rain whispers, looking a little worried. She certainly does feel like the way she thinks hasn't changed, and her preferences certainly haven't changed, but if the change is rooted to her behavior - if it's subconscious - it has pretty much already happened to her. 'That is, if I'm going by Lemon's opinion', Rain reminds herself. 'I need to ask Angel and Wendy as well.' "How do you feel changed then?"


"You should know…" Lemon says, blushing. "How that hell made us act…"


"Oh, right…" Rain says, embarrassed.


"I mean, maybe our bodies and biology played a huge role in it, but I think it was because of that miasma thing…" Lemon suspects. "Status effects can alter anything, after all. Maybe that one was something that can alter our minds. Maybe the demon even possessed mind control abilities."


"That's an interesting theory…"


"I would call it a hypothesis…" Lemon says, correcting her friend.


Rain tilts her head. "I'm sorry, I don't even understand the difference…"


Lemon shrugs, smiling. "I guess it doesn't matter."


"I kind of hope that is the case… Since I don't really like the idea of my personality changing…"


"Honestly, idea of mind control sounds worse to me…" Lemon says, looking a little scared.


Rain envisions a monster mind controlling her and forcing her to do whatever without her being able to do anything, a situation that feels even more unfair and horrifying than the idea of getting caught in a trap. "Okay, you're actually right. That is WAY worse."


"Are you afraid of acting like a girl?"


"Well, I mean…" Rain doesn't want to outright say it, because it's not an entirely accurate statement. She's not even sure if there is that much of a difference to acting like a boy versus acting like a girl. If there's one person that should know it's her, but still, she doesn't know. "Okay, maybe part of me is…"


"How about the other part?"


"Oh, the other part of me couldn't give a shit. I'm still me." Then, she falls silent. "It's just that… There's kind of the problem… If I become someone entirely else, can I even call myself the same person anymore…?"


"Oh, I kind of see where you're coming from…" Lemon says, nodding. "I guess that could be happening to me as well. I'm not sure, since I'm kind of the same here and in real life…"


"Stop right where you are!" Ron suddenly yells, and just like that, the two girls freeze. "And take few steps back before you walk into a trap."


Rain and Lemon take few steps back and realize that in the midst of their discussion they didn't see Ron taking a turn to the left instead of walking straight. "O-oh, are there traps there…?" Lemon asks.


"Yeah", Ron says, nodding. "Just stay focused, alright?"


"Have you been listening to us?" Rain suddenly asks.


"Well, I could hear you talk, but it sounded personal, so I tried ignoring you."


Rain sighs. She didn't get the answer to her question. Then again, she's not sure if she even cares.


"Oh, you can tell where the traps are?" Lemon asks.


"Yeah. I've had this power called 'Scouting' since the beginning", Ron explains.


"Oh, it could be the same as Wendy's profession", Lemon realizes, sounding surprised. "For us that is a chosen ability."


"I didn't have a choice", Ron says, shrugging. "Whatever, I think it's useful."


…


Like said before, Ruins are still relatively unknown to Ron, so he ends up getting lost a little bit underground. There aren't many stairs that connect upstairs to downstairs, and since they're not exiting through the same hole that he entered, they're venturing into unknown territories. They actually find themselves entering a place guarded by tentacle demons. They're not a problem to Ron, as tentacles can't restrict him. Even when they grab him, he can just rip them apart with his muscles, a feat that is nothing but an impossible dream to a Nymph. Behind the thick wall of tentacles is a room with another colossal blob of fleshy tentacle mass, which acts as a corrupting heart. "I thought there were just one of these…" Ron says, taking few steps back from it. "Even though it's a boss… There are more of them?"


"How bad is it?"


"It's only ranked with one X, but it's still not an enemy I'm excited about attacking", Ron says. "I can handle most elites because I'm strong, but bosses? Hell no."


"Well, you should have an advantage against tentacle monster, considering you can rip those tentacles apart and all", Rain says. "I know because I use melee weapons as well."


"Oh, trust me. These ones I can't just rip off. I have to rely on my spear and my speed."


"It's fine", Lemon says. "Let's go some other route."


Wrinkles suddenly appear on Ron's forehead and he looks almost as if focusing. "No…" he says with a low, angry voice. "I can hear someone… This bastard has a victim as well… We can't leave her here…"


"I do feel bad for her", Rain begins, "But it is really worth risking your life to save someone else…?"


"I'm not worried about dying", Ron says, taking an offensive stance. At the same time, Rain and Lemon decide to back down a little bit. "I'm just don't want to get hurt. That's all." Then, he attacks. He immediately pierces the unmoving body from the distance. Monster can't defend itself, so it should in theory be easy to kill. The problem is, it has amazing regenerative powers and truckloads of health. It's also why it's so resistant to magic. You can't have enemies in game that can just be killed from the distance without them being able to defend themselves. It would be just insane, especially in terms of boss fights. Besides, this one can summon minions, a feature very typical to stationary enemies ranked elite or higher. Rain and Lemon kind of suspected this as well, and that's why they got away. Now, hiding, they watch the fight from the shadows, hoping that the minions don't find and rape them.


The main body of the boss is a very easy target for Ron, as are the big tentacles. He said can't rip them off, but in reality, he can handle one or two. They usually attack in numbers, so he has to back down a lot. Small and quick minions are a bigger problem for him, as they tend to get very close to him. Spear is not a melee weapon that can be used effectively to attack enemies close to you, so Ron has to rely on his fists and kicks against the smaller minions. While these jumping little tentacle balls - looking like octopi on land - would probably look to latch to Nymphs to rape them, against Ron they are going in for a kill. They're just as effective at doing this as they are at raping, which kind of horrifies Rain and Lemon. After all, what if these tentacles wanted to kill them? They would bite their heads off clean just as easily as they can insert into them. Of course, that's not something that can happen in this game, but their gaping, hellish mouths are not a pretty sight. Then again, seeing Ron fight seems just as terrifying to these two small and powerless children. He's amazingly strong to take on a raid boss by himself. They have no way of confirming it for themselves, but he could actually be on a similar scale himself. He's twice as tall compared to a Nymph and with all his lean and heavy muscle, he weighs at least ten times more. Should he turn on Nymphs, he would probably be an encounter rivaling raid bosses as well. No, he would in a way probably be even worse, as you can't use conventional raid tactics in a player versus player situations. In any case, they can't believe how glad they are to have him on their side even if just momentarily.


Fight is very long and hard and ends up in Ron's favor. He survived but is left out of breath. Despite his physical prowess, even his body won't take everything and will run out of fuel at one point. As Ron falls to rest on his knees, Rain and Lemon get out from hiding and approach the now released Nymph. She is already unconscious when they get to her. They can't wake her up, but she's clearly alive. Seeing her condition makes them realize that they must've been like this as well when they got saved, and just like them, this Nymph is going to stay fainted for a long time. She is an average sized Nymph with cute, wide hips and the tiniest pair of budding breasts one could have. Her skin is pale in complexion and her long, straight hair is white like snow. She looks fully human, but as they can't see her eyes, which are closed, they can't say for sure.


"I think she's going to be okay…" Lemon says and lets out a sigh of relief.


"Looks like I have one more kid to save", Ron says and kneels next to her. "We can't wait for her to recover though. I'm going to carry her."


"Is that fine?" Lemon asks. "We could be attacked."


"I doubt anyone would attack me willingly", Ron says and laughs. "Enemies outside are nothing but small fries and if needed I can kill them with my kicks alone."


Shrugging, Lemon answers by simply saying: "If you say so."


Rain, meanwhile, is looking at the loot. She actually is picking something up, as Ron comes in between and grabs Rain to her hand. Grabbing her body like a toy, Ron raises her to air, and she looks at the ogre with a with thin, murderous eyes. "Dude, I was just checking out loot."


"It's not nice to ninja loot", Ron says and let's Rain down. "Oh, I guess you wanted to take that skirt."


"Well duh. It's not like you're going to use it."


"If you ask nicely, I'll give it to you."


"I'll suck your dick if you do."


Ron backs down, looking a little uncomfortable. "I hope that was a joke."


Rain crosses her arms and blushes. "Well, obviously…" she whispers. "So, um… Can I have it…?"


"Of course, you can. Take it."


Rain is now a lucky recipient of two uncommon items on this journey. The skirt is about as good as the hoodie she found earlier and boasts stats that are useful to her. While the skirt looks nice in her opinion, she feels like such a long skirt with colorful patterns wouldn't fit her. She's going to have to convert its appearance once she's home.


"In fact, you can take everything as far as I care. You've gone through a lot, so it's only fair you take some good memories from this trip with you."


There is also a pair of rare earrings which add stealth and surprise damage multipliers, so they're extremely good for Lemon. The other stat is not useful for her, but she doesn't care. There are also five pieces of common ingredients, two pieces of uncommon ingredients, and also one high tier piece of ingredient, which seems to be useful for enchanting. Obviously, Rain takes it. Lemon takes rest of the ingredients, as she already knows what to do with most of them.


Then, starts a much longer journey. They get out from the ruins and instantly find themselves in the dense forest. Ron knows how to get up. It's a long road to the place where there are no cliffs, which proves Rain's and Lemon's theory from earlier about the other way being a better choice. Well, you don't always get heads on a coin flip. Not much you can do about it anymore. They're just happy to get home. Now, out from the Hammercliff Valley, there is nothing but walking in front of them. Nothing can surprise then anymore, and they're sure of it. As they walk, Ron makes sure to tell Nymphs the location of his camp to Nymphs. It is located close to the border of Hammercliff Valley in Misty Forest's side near a cliff in a rocky cave. The map of Ron can actually be shared to Nymphs in the same way Nymphs can share information themselves. Rain and Lemon of course mark the location to their maps, as they believe it's in their best interest.


During the trip, three talk a lot, exchanging a lot of information. Ron doesn't have much to offer to Nymphs, because he works alone, but that doesn't matter. Nymphs are more than happy to share the lore they know about to Ron, especially since they promised to do so. I won't go through the lore they tell Ron, as all that information is something that has already been discussed in previous parts of the story. They also talk a lot about themselves and what kind of people they are in real life. They all find themselves fascinated by how different people they are and how different their circumstances are. We already know a lot about Rain, but what about Lemon?


According to her, she's pretty much a splitting image of her real self as her character looks exactly like she looked when she was about eight or nine years old. She's born in Bangladesh but moved to Denver, Colorado when she was just six years old. Now, she's 28, and is studying medicine while also working as an assistant doctor. She really loves medicine and helping others, which is also evident by her in-game profession.


Ron is the oldest of the bunch, and probably the most colorful personality. He's almost sixty and is a retired ex-military veteran, born in El Salvador. Apparently, he was forced to retire after having his leg blown off, which is why he finds a lot of pleasure in virtual reality gaming. It's the only way for him to live a somewhat active life, even though it all might just be escapism from the reality. He was never depressed about having his life changed drastically, since he has a loving family with four children, and even two grandchildren already. Speaking of which, he lives currently in USA as an immigrant, just like Lemon does. He lives in Daytona Beach, Florida.


Time flies by, and they safely return to Grove. Only thing that lies between them and their home is the barrier. Rain and Lemon can't put it into words just how happy they are to be back. They have tried being carefree and cheerful despite their horrible experiences - mostly because it's hard for them to even process what truly happened - but now, they can't help but to tear up a little bit. At the same time, Ron tries touching the barrier. Not only is it something that he can't penetrate - as expected - but it also deals some damage to him in form of an electric shock. Simultaneously, it also felt burning hot, and solid like a wall of steel. It truly proves itself to be something that monsters can't cross.


"Well, this is as far as I go", Ron says, finally letting the third, nameless Nymph down. Rain and Lemon take her, keeping her up on their shoulders. Together, they barely have the strength to carry her, but it's not going to be easy, considering their physical condition, which has worsened considerably since they left the ruins, just as they feared.


"Thank you so much for saving us", Lemon says. "I would hug you, but I don't want to drop this poor girl…"


"I don't need a hug…" Ron says, blushing.


Rain opens her mouth and begins to speak: "Like I promised, I will totally suck your - "


"No, you won't", Ron says, interrupting Rain. "Don't even joke about such vulgar things."


"Yeah, yeah", Rain says and for the first time since they met, she shows Ron her smiling face. "Thank you."


"Oh, so you can smile after all", Ron says and laughs. "Come visit me. You're most likely to find me there during sunset." Then, he walks away, with a kind wave of a hand.


Lemon sighs, and takes the first step forward, along with Rain. Then another step, and a third. Just like that, they walk through the barrier inside the safety of Grove. After few more steps, they both find themselves collapsing down to their knees. They can't believe that they are safe. How unlikely it was for them to be rescued by an ogre of all things? Had it not been for him, they would likely still be out there, getting raped endlessly. A long road lies behind them. Getting home shouldn't take a lot of time. Yet, they can't move anymore. "I feel like fainting right now…" Lemon says.


"Me too… I want to lay down so bad…"


"Not only that, we have to drag this poor girl…" Lemon says, still clinging onto the unconscious little girl. "I wonder if anyone will help us…"


Rain forces herself to her feet and breathes in deep. She lets out as loud a shout as she can. "Help!" she screams. "Anyone! We need help!" And just like that, she falls back to her knees. "God damn it, I feel so weak…" she says. "It's a wonder we even could walk all that time…"


"To be fair, Ron slowed down a whole lot for us…" Lemon says. "Besides, I think that carrying this girl took some energy as well…"


"That just makes me feel even worse…" Rain admits. "We took like what, ten steps?"


Lemon nods, and tries to smile. "We really, REALLY need to get some rest."


"Should I shout again…?" Rain asks.


Lemon shakes her head, and this time she's the one to shout for help. Nobody is coming though. They're still far away from where the people live, so it's only expected. Then, they start to move again. This time, they get a little bit farther than the last time, mostly because they force themselves. Again, they yell for help. Both of them. After a while, they finally hear an answer. Someone is looking for them, asking, "Where are you?" They do not have the strength to stand up or shout anymore, so they just wait. After a short while, six Nymphs rush to them. They do not recognize any of them, but still, they're so happy to see some kind faces of Nymphs that they instantly feel like bursting to tears. Nymphs come to them, asking if they are fine and what happened. Lemon tells exactly what happened, about the ruins, about their terrible experiences and their miraculous escape. Nymphs immediately realize what's up. They offer potions, and they offer their shoulders for Rain and Lemon to lean on. They also offer to carry the third, unnamed Nymph.


Just fifteen minutes later, this group of adventurers who were just about to head to their own adventures have led them to Lemon's home. First one to lay down on the child-sized bed is the unconscious one. There's not much room for Rain and Lemon left, but that's not a problem. They both pitch some of their gold coins for an upgrade; a king-sized upgrade, to be exact. Bed instantly becomes larger. A fluffy, super deluxe double bed is enough for two adults now and should be more than enough for three Nymphs. Quickly, they get out from their clothes, and lie down, sinking into the comfortable sheets. Unmoving, they feel like their bodies weigh a ton, and they can't get up anymore. Not for a long time.


…


In dead silence, they both lie down unmoving, both of them thinking that the other one is asleep. Neither of them are in reality. Their horniness is making sure they won't sleep. Laying down, they also realize something. They are feeling turbulence from the last time. Their bodies just won't forget. When they close their eyes and remember the scenes, and they simultaneously feel their bodies rock and their groins ache, it's almost as if they're still out there. Well, not really, but their memories haven't left that place. Amongst those memories are the ones from the times when they touched each other.


It's those memories that suddenly are on top of every other one of the ones Rain remembers, for the reason that those are actually memories she treasures in her mind. Yet, at the same time, she finds them to be somewhat sad memories at the same time. She can remember the images of Lemon in her mind. She can remember her touch, her warmth, even her taste, but while she can remember doing it, she does not remember what was going through her head at the time. It's almost as if nothing was going on in her head at the time, which she finds very scary.


Rain finds Lemon cute. She finds her extremely sexy. She doesn't want to say exotic because her race is not why she find Lemon attractive. Race means nothing to her as long as the face looks kissable and the body fuckable. To her, Lemon ranks high in both categories. Yet, even the word "exotic" is one that she would use to describe this brown-skinned Asian cutie. In light of all of that, Rain also realizes something really reassuring about herself, which is something that she didn't take into consideration earlier. Even though she may have changed as far as her behavior goes, her sexual preference has not changed. She's still the same loli loving pervert. She still finds little girls to be just as sexy as she did before, and because of this, just like the last time she shared a bed with a little girl, she finds herself wanting to pounce on the kid next to her and just push her down and eat her out. Is it her pedophilic lust for preteen girls? Yes, and she's not even ashamed of admitting it to herself anymore, because she knows it's alright. She's not some kind of monster. No, not at all. She just wants some love. That's all.


Rain finally turns around, only to see Lemon already turned towards her, with a smile and a blush on her face. She is also blushing herself, and quite lustfully so.


"Can't sleep, honey?" Lemon whispers, smiling.


Being called with a nice name makes Rain's heart flutter, and she just can't resist a smile. She simply nods.


"It's almost as if the instant I got to relax, my body got injected with a shot of caffeine…" Lemon says and giggles.


"Me too", Rain says. "I was also thinking a lot about what we did to each other while we were… You know…"


"Yeah…" Lemon says with an understanding tone and a mischievous smile. "Me too…"


"I was thinking about how sad it was to do it in such circumstances…" Rain says, and crawls slowly, shyly, a little bit closer.


"I think I know what you mean…" Lemon says. "Well, we can just say that it didn't count, as there were tentacles involved."


Rain nods again. She agrees wholeheartedly.


"Besides…" Lemon continues, "I do remember making a promise to you about telling how exactly I feel…" With that she suddenly gets on top of Rain, who gasps in surprise. Rain was on the brink of pouncing on Lemon herself, but she never in her wildest dreams expected Lemon to be the one to make the first advance. "I've been secretly wanting to do this for a long time…!" As she finishes her sentence, she pushes her lips against Rain's lips. Rain is surprised for only a moment, as she wants to hug Lemon. She doesn't even care about rolling over and taking back the control even though she prefers to be a top. Lemon is also a top, or so it looks like. Rain has always found girls who act submissive to be the sexiest little things in the world, but at this moment she's happy to throw that preference of her straight into the dustbin. After all, little girls who push themselves on her are a close second as far as the sexiest little things in the world go. Besides, she finds the idea of top tops "competing" for dominance in a sexual play to be an incredibly sexy idea. Or does she really? Last time she mourned the lack of a dick. That has changed since the last time she shared a bed with a girl. She now feels glad to throw away her manhood and be a Nymph if that means she gets to have sex with little girls.


Lemon stops, and lustfully smiling, breathing heavily straight into Rain's face, licks her lips. "Oh baby, I've wanted this so long…!"


Rain's gaping mouth closes slightly as she rolls her tongue back in. "So, is that how you feel…?"


Lemon nods gleefully. "I wanna do you so bad…!"


'Seriously?' Rain asks herself, a little dumbfounded. Her heart was already pounding like crazy, but now it feels like exploding. Memories of Lemon getting intimate with her in the ruins come to her mind. Based on their discussion on the ruins earlier, she already predicted that Lemon has hots for her, but she never expected her lovesickness to be this severe. Or is it lust? She wants to find out. "Since when…?"


"Since I met you… I knew instantly that there's something special about you…" As Lemon says that, she grabs into Rain's butt, tightly squeezing on it. "I always find myself going crazy around other girls, and I kind of have a wild imagination… I like to fantasize about all kinds of lesbian plays, fantasize girls around me doing all kinds of crazy stuff to each other behind closed doors, and fantasize myself doing all that stuff to them too…" Rain knows what Lemon means. She has these "Yuri goggles" she can't take off. Rain suspects that Lemon has a different word for it, as she does not suspect her of being an otaku, but in principle it's the same thing whatever you want to call it. "You're a girl I definitely want to have for myself, even in my fantasies…"


"Is that a confession…?" Rain asks.


"Well, kind of… But not really… I don't want to settle down, and I wouldn't want to ask that of you either…"


"Well, I'm happy to accept your terms…" Rain says, smiling like she had a rock lifted from her shoulders. She doesn't care about settling down either. How could she? There are just way too many girls she wants to fuck.


Lemon moves her face down and lays her tongue on the little, erect nipple in the middle of Rain's other breast, something that makes the little girl's back arc in pure pleasure. She's so sensitive that even a lick to her nipples feels orgasmic. "I just want to make you part of my little harem… My first addition to the wide list of all the cute girls I have had sex with…"


'Oh, God', Rain thinks to herself, gulping once. 'She's basically the same as me. I thought this game would be a hell, but… As far as girls go, this place is a heaven.' "Looks like our interests align…" she says and can't help but to smile.


"Rain, my love…! My darling…! I'll make you my first conquest…!"


Rain giggles, happily. "Speaking of conquests, I'm already ahead of you… I fucked Pink… Jealous…?"


Lemon breathes in deep, with an absolutely insane look in her eyes. "Oh, yes…! I am jealous of you…! But I don't care…! I want you either way…!" Then, she moves back down on Rain. Like possessed, she just wants to embrace the little girl underneath her, feel her warmth and softness with her body, and touch her all over. Above everything else, she just wants to eat out those soft, rosy lips of Rain. She wants to lick and stick her tongue deep. She wants to exchange saliva and taste just how sweet it is. They both know that it does have a sweet taste to it. And Rain, she's more than happy to give Lemon everything she wants, and then some. She pushes upwards and embraces the girl laying on top of her. She spreads her legs to let her even deeper into her embrace, and she lays her hand on the soft, firm and sporty buttocks. Her hard squeeze causes Lemon's back to arc as every single one of her ten long nails press against the butt. Lemon lets out a loud, erotic moan, and she looks absolutely delighted. As she gets up, she looks down, and a thought crosses her mind as she sees how close their genitals are together. In a missionary position, frontmost parts of their genitals are already touching. It's not enough for her. Spreading her legs, she gets to a better position, and she grabs another one of Rain's legs. Rain knows exactly what Lemon is thinking, and she will let her have her way.


Tribadism, scissoring, call it whatever you want. Rain never got around doing it with Pink even though they kind of were planning on doing it. They were just too preoccupied with trying all kinds of other stuff. Rain regretted not doing it afterwards, but that's not going to matter anymore, since she gets to experience it shortly. Lemon pushes herself down with very little force, and the lips touch, pressing against each other ever so slightly. A soft and a wet lower body kiss pushes down on her. Lemon lays down on her other leg, while she holds the other one in place. She moves in an perfect rhythm, rubbing her vulva in a circular motion. Rain, enchanted by the sight, covers her mouth with her hand and looks down where their genitals are connected. It's an unreal sight, one that she could never have dreamed of. She still kind of misses her dick, but this isn't so bad either, especially considering how amazing it feels. Laying down, she closes her eyes and her back arcs heavily. She does not cover her mouth anymore, and instead, she lays her other hand down, while the other one grabs her own chest. She pleasures herself and rubs her nipple while Lemon pushes down on her pussy. She's completely pulled in to the play, submissive to the whims of her lover for tonight, and her bright and clear moaning is a testament to that.


Lemon, despite seeing how submissive and willing Rain is, doesn't relent. She hugs onto Rain's leg tight and leans backwards. She's like an engine running at full speed, a battery loaded to the brim with power. Her hips sway on their own almost without her even thinking about it. She too is pulled in, and she can't bring herself to stop, not until she cums. She won't even care if Rain cums first. No, she actually wants that. She wants to see what kind of scream Rain lets out when she cums, and what kind of face will she make. Her own high-pitch voice has already come out. She moans almost every time as she breathes out. Her breathing is getting more rapid as waves of pleasure fluctuate up and down. She can feel her body twitching and spasming, and Rain's body responds the same way. The reactions are getting fiercer, especially for Rain, who seems like orgasming in Lemon's grasp. Delighted, she looks down at the girl, proud of herself and how she has made this little girl feel. How could she not be proud? She got to the bed with the exact girl she wanted, and she's getting to dominate her to such a point where she's screaming her name in pleasure over and over again. Her heart flutters with happiness. Her only regret is the fact that they couldn't cum together at the same time, but hey, there's plenty of time for that. In fact, she's ready to cum herself. She doesn't stop, not until the last second. Driven now by her desire to just orgasm herself, she pushes down even harder, and she moves even harder all the way until she just stops. Her body jerks violently, and she can't concentrate anymore. She finds herself squirting with amazing force and she lets out a loud scream of pleasure, one that will surely echo to the neighbors and to outside. If any of them were worried about what could've happened to her, they now know: she's very much fine.


Exhausted, Lemon's legs are spread, and she's not grabbing to Rain anymore. She's leaning against her hands, which in turn lean to the bedsheets. Rain sees this as an opportunity to sit up, and to apply some movement of her own, a move that Lemon is delighted by. Barely having recovered from her last orgasm, she suddenly feels Rain press against herself. Lemon, too starts to move, providing some counter movement. This time, it's not as much about being in control or being in a receiving end. They are in a position which allows them both to move a little. Face to face, it doesn't get too far though, as they just can't resist the urge to share a tongue kiss, and an embrace. Their genitals are still somewhat connected, with their legs intertwined, but they can't really pleasure themselves like this, so their desire for that pulls their lips apart. They're ready to go all in again.


Their hands touch each other's naked bodies, especially their thighs and their hips, but also occasionally all the way up to their chests. This time, they're determined to cum together. They're not even communicating with words, as they can tell from their spasms and movements when they want to back down, and when they want to push harder. Their minds are one. They can achieve their goal of simultaneous orgasms. They are both close to it. They both can tell. And so, they push forward thousand miles an hour. This is it. They know it.


At the same time, both of their backs arc back, and they both spasm and convulse as they push against each other. It's the only part that connects them, as they both lean back in a similar manner. And their screams are absolutely wonderful. Almost as if trying to compete which one of them can make a louder scream of pleasure, they both moan, hard. Every time they think it's over, it just gets more intense. They want to hug and kiss, but they do not dare to take a single break, not until it's over.


Finally, they bask in a moment of tranquility, and they both lean towards each other for yet another kiss. You'd think that an orgasm is something that will drain your strength, but they find themselves even more energized. Nothing can stop them now. Well, maybe someone can. They forgot about her, but there is a third girl in the bed. They both gaze towards her. She's still sleeping very peacefully. Almost too peacefully. You would perhaps even think that she's awake and merely pretending to be asleep. Yet, she has not moved at all from the position they left her in.


"How did she not wake up is beyond me…" Rain says.


"Honestly", Lemon starts, with a mischievous smile. "Would that be a bad thing…?"


"I don't want to disrupt her…" Rain whispers. "Then again, I don't want to stop making love either…"


"Well, I mean… She can join us if she wakes up", Lemon says and giggles. "In fact, if you're awake and just pretending, why not join us?" They wait, but there really is no answer. There's no waking her up. "Aww, threesome would've been fun…" Lemon says, turning back towards Rain. "I guess it's just two of us…"


Rain can't do anything else but to nod. Earlier, she thought that this world could be a heaven as far as girls are considered. Now she's convinced. It is a heaven on earth.


…


In the end, it has to be asked: Is it love? It's more than a normal friendship, so could be. They certainly treat each other like lovers, calling each other cute and heartwarming names, but considering how intimate the society of Nymphs is in general because of their living circumstances, it could just be that having a sexual relationship is just something that is "normal" for Nymphs. Maybe in the society of Nymphs sex is just how they show friendship? If you were to ask Rain and Lemon, they would certainly want to work towards that kind of polyamorous society. Wouldn't that make it so that instead of gaining a lover, they gained a partner in crime in each other? Or is it an open relationship? Neither of them do not know, and they don't care, because either way, they're happy to think of each other as an irreplaceable partner, no matter what the role of the partner might be in their respective lives.


…


A new morning rises, and a long, wet and hot night is behind Rain. All of her sorrows and pains about her experiences at the hands of the tentacles are nothing but a sad memory. I mean, how could she be sad? She is in a paradise. She's not in a bed with just one naked little girl. No, there are two of them. They are both fast asleep, but there have been signs of life from the unnamed Nymph, as evident by the fact that she has turned on her stomach, there is an adorable smile on her face, and her hand is actually on top of Rain's shoulder, almost as if wanting to climb on top of her in sleep, almost as if thanking her. 'How cute', she thinks. Did she wake up at any moment? Well, Rain and Lemon DID kind of moan in her ear, sharing the same bed and all, so it's not out of question.


Rain, though, feels like she can't stay for long. She has something perhaps even more important than Lemon in her mind. Angel, Wendy and Pink. What happened to them? She wants to find out. No, she needs to find out. She absolutely has to. Lucky for her, she's as energized as ever, and ready to head out. She dresses up in her now recovered clothes, silently and slowly. She heads out towards to door, takes a one final look at the two girls she will now leave sleeping undisturbed. Only thing left to do is to write a little love letter to Lemon. There are actually already papers and pencils waiting on a table, so she takes it upon herself to write a letter explaining her absence. She also makes sure to thank Lemon for an amazing night. Now, she's ready to leave.


It's already noon. She really did sleep a lot. If she wasn't recovered before, she sure as hell is now.


No, that's not true. She has not recovered yet, and she sure as hell is not yet free from what the tentacle monster did to her. Reality kicks her in the stomach like the bastard he is. This reality is her child, a demon spawn growing in her womb. It is moving and kicking, so it has grown to be quite an energetic little bastard. She can feel it vividly, even though you wouldn't be able to tell that she's pregnant looking at her still slim waistline. But she can tell, she's pregnant, and alas, she can also tell: 'This is the day it's going to be born.'


Chapter III

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