Shani ran, ducking under low hanging tree branches and ignoring the paint in her feet and calves as nettles slashed her. Her heart thumped, pumping in her ears. Each breath was a struggle, each step feeling like her thousandth. Shani wasn’t out of shape by any means, but her body ached and screamed against her movements. If not for the adrenaline rushing through her veins, she would have collapsed a long time ago.
A great bellow boomed through the forest, followed by the dying cracks of trees ripped from their roots.
The only thing more powerful than her desire for freedom was the knot of fear in her chest. It almost made her forget about the pain. How many days had it been since the Fiend took her on that field from the ghouls? Weeks? The first couple of times it fucked her she ended up blacking out from the experience. After a while, she became used to it, stretched perfectly around its massive cock. Shani never imagined she could have been filled with so much cum, turned into such a perfect cocksleeve.
When she got the first chance to escape, she did, ducking out of the cave when it went on one of its hunts. Shani ran naked, all her clothes left behind as torn shreds long ago. Her ass burned from the gutfucking she received two days ago, and the memories of cum bubbling out of her butt and mouth from the sheer amount dumped inside of her came to the surface while running. Her legs felt hot as she remembered. Shani shook her head, banishing the thoughts. What mattered now was surviving.
The ground shook as the Fiend started to gain on her. Trees shattering under its charge filled her ears. Shani didn’t even notice the ground turn to marsh land, mud and bog water splashing on her naked thighs and cooling her feet. All she saw, glistening in the low sunlight, was a golden line of water.
She closed her eyes and dove into the lake just as she felt the Fiend swipe to grab her. The murky water swallowed her, cooling her pain and the throb of her muscles. For a moment, she thought of just letting herself sink, down into the darkness below. A shadow flickered overhead, a gleaming red eye searching for her, ready to toss her once more into the same sort of illusionary world where she had been fucked so many times before.
Living was a bitch. Shani pulled herself out of her moment of weakness, opening her eyes and kicking her legs. It was safer to stay under the water, at least until she was a good distance from the Fiend. Even though it was July, the lake was still frightfully cold. Shani wasn’t much of a swimmer, and her tired muscles began to ache from the effort all over again.
She had to surface eventually, but only allowed herself to once she was halfway across. Shani broke the surface, gasping for air and doggy-paddling. There was a forlorn roar on the shore behind her. She wouldn’t let herself look. The Fiend no doubt had its third eye out, ready to hypnotize her and bring her back. If she was recaptured, she could only imagine the kind of brutal fucking she’d have to endure as a result.
Shani crawled onto the far bank, lying down on a damp bed of grass and staring up at the baby blue sky. Her arms hurt. Her legs her. Everything hurt, and she could only imagine what the morning would be like. That is, if she could find civilization. A camp, hunters, anything. She’d suck a dick or two for a bed at this point, she had no shame in thinking that.
After nearly half an hour of rest, she forced herself to sit up with a groan. By now, the Fiend had left, its bulk vanishing through the trees. That was good. She was fine. Shani was safe. For the first time in gods knew how long, she was safe from monsters and –
There was a splash to her left and she jerked away, startled. Emerging from the water, no more than a dozen feet from her, was a thin, scaly humanoid. It had webbed hands and feet, fins running along its forearms and back. Purple scales glittered in the light. A belly, round as if malnourished, jiggled as it walked. Atop its shoulders was a head that looked too big, two murky eyes, and a tiny mouth full of jagged teeth. It clicked when it got to land and chittered as it turned to her.
A drowner.
Shani did her best to get to her feet, but when she did she noticed more of them. Just like ghouls, drowners traveled in packs. It was safer for them to hunt together. More of the amphibious monsters, with their bulbous heads and fat stomachs, appeared from behind the trees. Some came crawling from marsh beds, soft grass and moss stuck to their arms and backs. Some had piercing blue eyes, others looked as if they were blind.
“Please, no,” begged Shani, her voice hoarse from all the screaming she did yesterday when the Fiend was laying claim to her. Her bright red hair had grown to shoulder length, though she really preferred to keep it shorter. She stood there, totally naked, surrounded by the drowners, and wondering what would happen next. Death? Shani had been so close. *So close*.
One drowner stomped over to her, cock hardening. Shani watched with wide eyes, wondering again what purpose a cock on a drowner served. What did it have to gain? Like a dying fish, Shani opened and closed her mouth in shock as the drowners dick grew to its full length. Maybe a foot? A couple inches one way or the other, probably.
It didn’t really matter, when she was surrounded by at least two dozen of them, each of them gurgling and clacking as their cocks waved closer. Shani leaned back on her hands as one of them with red scales stepped up to her. Should she fight back? *Could* she fight back? Shani watched that cockhead get closer to her lips and she decided. Her body tensed, aching muscles begging her to stop.
Shani opened her mouth and let the drowner ram its cock down her throat. Once she would have gagged in surprise, but after the ghouls and the Fiend, she found its surprisingly easy. Its cock was wetter than she would have guessed, probably because it just crawled out of water. Webbed fingers wrapped around her head and pulled her on and off. Her throat bulged as it was stretched out. Monsters had no nuance, it seemed.
As Shani relaxed her jaw and let the drowner facefuck her, another pair grabbed her hands, forcing her to jerk them off. She did so without complaint, tugging on them and rubbing her thumbs against their tips. Membranous hands grabbed her hips and jerked her up. She was thankful for that, since she was too tired to lift herself. She felt a drowner behind her, rubbing against her pussy.
Shani thought of the ghouls all those nights ago, and how unprepared she’d been back then for their cocks. After spending an unknown amount of time with the Fiend, Shani could take any sort of cock with ease now. She grunted as the drowner thrust in, bigger than she expected, but not big enough to cause her anything than mild comfort. Is this really how far she’d fallen, where even getting gangraped by drowners didn’t hurt her anymore?
She didn’t have much time to think on that, forced to arch her back and stick her ass out more for the drowner behind. The only thing louder than its hips clapping against her ass were the gags and gurgles coming from her mouth. “Gluhk, gluhk,” groaned the once prudish doctor around drowner cock. Her tongue massaged the underside of the drowner as it bucked its hips against her face. That’s what hurt the most, getting hips slammed against her cheeks repeatedly.
One of the drowners she was jerking off came, spewing a load of green cum onto her arm and shoulder. Was all monster cum that color? The Fiend’s wasn’t. Perhaps it was just for lesser monsters. The drowner wiped its cock off on her hair, causing her scarlet locks to clump up in cum knots.
Shani tried to breathe a sigh of relief as the one behind her pulled out, even as another stepped up to get jerked off. It was hard to sigh with a cock buried down your throat, but she couldn’t be faulted for trying. She grunted as the drowner crawled underneath her, lifting her hips up and then settling her back down on its cock. On instinct, she began to move her hips up and down.
“Hrkh,” gagged Shani as the cock in her throat released its load. Like a slave denied water, she gulped it down. Some cum dribbled back up around her lips, but she had gotten used to swallowing such large loads like that. The drowner pulled out of her and Shani coughed a little, taking some much-needed breaths even as the next stepped up.
“Hey, wa –” Shani started as she felt a dick press against her ass, but she never got her protest out as another cock was rammed down her throat. Two dicks in her hands, one in her mouth, one in her cunt, there was only one thing left to be filled and Shani couldn’t really fault them. Tears formed in her eyes as she was double penetrated, the new drowner pushing itself balls deep up her ass.
She’d been having a lot of new experiences since that fateful night on the battlefield, and she thought she’d had most of them by now. Being double penetrated was new for her. There was one time at Oxenfurt where a pair of boys in her second year wanted to try it, but she got them to settle for a spitroast instead. The opportunity just never presented itself again.
Until now. There was an intense pressure in her guts as they were forced to share the same space with the other cock. Shani could feel herself stretching around them, and it was harder to push back like shew as doing before. Four hands grabbed her hips, holding her still. When the cock in her pussy pulled out, the one in her ass rammed in. They worked in tandem. In, out, in, out, so that Shani never had any space that wasn’t being gutted.
It was just a little too much for her. She came, hard, body trembling as all her senses were overloaded. The one in her mouth busted against, and she swallowed it out of reflex instead of thinking about it. Lost in the throes of her orgasm, she didn’t even realize when the drowners she was jerking off painted her back and face with more of their cum. She was quickly becoming covered in it.
Three stepped back, three stepped up, and Shani’s arms arched as she grabbed ahold of their dicks. Her jaw was sore, but she opened her mouth anyway, this time being proactive and bobbing her head before the drowner could grab her. She sucked hard, cheeks caving in and her grunts being masked by noisy slurps.
Her insides filled with heat, and then they were empty as the two behind her came. She could feel the cum leaking out of her cunt and ass and wondered how long it would take before others took her. Not long, as another drowner with red scales picked her up and shimmied underneath her. She tried not to look at its ugly face, instead focusing on the fact she had two more dicks shoved inside her.
Like with the ghouls, the world became a blurry haze of pleasure. Whenever she came, the drowners only seemed to speed up. She was dreadfully tired, and more and more the drowners were cumming on her rather than inside. A layer of green jizz covered her back, more dripped from her face and cheeks, along with the spit that came from the deepthroating. Each thrust causing her modest breasts to jump. They had also been the target for a drowner at one point, glistening in the sunlight.
She was a drowner fucktoy, only good in that moment to be filled and covered. It wasn’t so bad.
Shani’s belly was getting full as she guzzled another huge load. Every time a drowner finished in her pussy, she could feel its cum leaking out. There was cum everywhere. It was seeping into the soft marsh ground. It stuck to her whole body. Shani offered her body up again for the final group of drowners, who wasted no time filling her back up. She was like a leaky wine barrel, and they were desperate to plug the holes.
She didn’t know how long she was being used for, but she felt more strings of cum on her back. More in her holes only to leak out. All that was left was the one still buried in her throat, webbed fingers in her cum soaked hair, hips beating against her cheeks and causing spit and drool to run down her chin and drip onto the floor. Shani was so busy trying to suck it to completion she didn’t hear the group break into a series of hisses.
Before the drowner could cum, a sword whistled through the air and lopped its head off.
The body slumped backward, cock popping out of Shani’s mouth, who was just sitting there on her hands and knees with a stunned expression on her face. In place of the monsters was a man dressed in boiled leather armor. In one hand was a dripping silver sword, in the other a pointed silver dagger. He wore a hood and a medallion around his neck in the shape of a striking serpent’s head. Strangest of all, were the yellow eyes with slits for pupils staring down at her.
“…Geralt?” Shani breathed, but exhaustion overtook her. The last thing she saw before she passed out was a Witcher slaughtering the drowners, silver weapons a blur of light in the dying day.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ceb22b/shani_and_drowners_witcher_eu_fantasy_group
Liked it very much. Guess Geralt will have a reward for that XDDD