In_Darkness_Dwells - Sex Stories

In_Darkness_Dwells

... opening, and Rathodor groaned in a way no one had heard before, an almost pitiful rumble of pain. It covered the gash with its hand and increased its speed, charging towards the tavern like a runaway train.

Still with his shotgun, Volker got in the way and took careful aim. He fired two shells at once, striking Rathodor in the right eye and destroying the entire skull segment, leaving the demon with three mandibles. Rathodor screamed and smacked Volker aside in retaliation, then charged and tackled the tavern. It burst through the front wall, trying to crawl in and get the food inside. The women and children shrieked in terror, staring straight at the face of evil and hearing its horrific howl.

Several women gathered their nerves and spears and tried to drive it out while the men attacked it outside. Rathodor released a snarl and pushed itself up, breaking the ceiling and causing the front of the inn to partially collapse. It then turned around, returning its attention to the puny men slashing and beating it with their weak weapons. A swing of its arm slaughtered half a dozen of them, producing a cloud of vaporized blood that caught the moonlight.

There were only a handful of fighters left, Sam included, and they had earned Rathodor’s ire. However, there was a reason these men had lasted the longest. Like Sam, they were veterans of the Great War. They knew the thrill and terror of battle, the strength and bravery required, how to move and fight like their lives ...

... depended on it, and had unlocked that primal instinct that drove men to draw blood. They gripped their farming tools, now the weapons of warriors, and attacked all at once.

Rathodor slashed at them with its mighty arms, but its movements were broad and obvious. They could now dodge and close in, striking direct blows to the body. A slash across the neck, a hammer blow to the leg, a stab to the gut, an axe strike to the lower back; they rained attacks on Rathodor while avoiding its counters. No blood was sprayed from the wounds, but its flesh was tearing away, and the muscles underneath were shredding. However, Rathodor showed no signs of slowing down. They needed one more factor to cinch it, and soon enough, she arrived.

Sorine ran out into the street with two oil lamps in her hands. Using fire as a weapon had been considered and dismissed out of fear of destroying the town, but victory would not come by holding back. "Rathodor!" she shouted, drawing the demon's attention. "Go back to Hell!"

She hurled the first lantern, striking the monster in the chest and spraying it with burning oil. The flames took to its flesh like dry birch bark, and it released a true howl of agony. The second lamp landed at its feet and shattered, with the flames coming up from below. With a spear in her hand, she joined the men, throwing everything they had at Rathodor. Devoured by fire, the monster was too blinded by pain to attack or defend. Sorine and the men assaulted Rathodor from all ...