(Sorry here too, it's been busy in RL, and too exhausting to write anything sensible ... short response here too)<br/><br/><br/>The hobgoblin was down - she had given him every opportunity to escape, since both of them knew he was totally outmatched, and he'd made his choice.  Yolande wiped her blade on his leg and sheathed it, then grabbed her favoured weapon... and hesitated.  She still didn't know where she was, though she had noticed which was the other hobgoblin had gone... it was that way.  Or... was it?  The way she'd fallen from the net she really wasn't even certain of that direction anymore... but she tried to guess, then began moving a little to the left of where she thought he'd gone.  Far enough to the side that she shouldn't run into him - now she'd lost the element of surprise - but she hoped this way would get her back to the road, or at least to somewhere she could see the lake and get reoriented, and so return to protect the village.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Gena was giving herself over to the wonderful feeling of being filled up... and the wonderful thought of being bred.  She had never thought how completely satisfying it could be, how it filled not only her body, but a spot in her mind that had craved this, without understanding.<br/><br/>Cocks all around... it was wonderful, and she bucked and climaxed over and over around them.  She licked and sucked whatever came in range, and she even tried to work her sex, to pull the men deeper, revelling in the feeling of cum overflowing and utterly filling her.  She was in heat, like she'd never experienced before, and she loved it.<br/><br/>Fighting - that wasn't even remotely in her mind anymore.  Fucking was.  Being stuffed full of cock and seed... being bred by them, bringing new strong pups into the world for them, for the pack... yes, that's what she wanted, more than anything.  "This bitch... this beta bitch thanks her alpha masters for their cum - so much of it, and she just knows she will breed good strong pups for them.  Ohh...."  She convulsed again, straining not to let too much of the precious seed escape.  "Thank you for taking this bitch for the first time... and soon, again, if her masters wish."