"You will do no such thing, Lady Ophelia," the sorceress cooed, sliding up to her champion and smoothing down the wind-blown skirt over her pert derriere with an almost motherly touch. "We will weather the storm, and then we will act."
"Destiny is calling upon me to do my part. You all saw how the Lady of the Lake appointed ME to bear the hallowed blade of Feycalibur, recognizing my superiority even among my enviable peers. I will slay this beast, and then I will slay the remaining Easterners. So it is written."
"Doomsday is upon us," Lady Isabel stammered, pale as a ghost. "My order will have to make atonement for decades in order to make up for this. Cursed be the name of Ritsa and all summoners! How could the Goddess possibly smile upon our quest now?"
"Do you think there is any way to... persuade this being into obeying our wishes?" the Duchess Vittoria purred, placing a hand on Mariana's shoulder. "Think about it -- we would be the most powerful force on earth!"
"And even if it were possible, the only one who can communicate with the beast is currently being... serviced in all seven orifices by it."
The appearance of the otherworldly beast caused even Mariana LeFoy to recoil in horror. Lady Ophelia looked less deterred, swinging Feycalibur back and forth like a squire eager to run into battle.
The valkyrie stared down at the labyrinth, aghast, while tendrils carefully removed their breastplates and snipped off their panties.
The Nordic warrior goddesses found themselves too close to the calamity and attempted to change their course, but the tentacles proved faster even than the Asgardian steeds
Smaller tendrils instantly surfaced and began to tear off their white robes and undergarments until the chaste, untouchable priestesses suddenly stood there with their perky breasts and unmentionables on full display, like a line of sex slaves at an auction.
whereas others were swallowed up entirely by strange gelatinous balls and whisked off to unknown forms of torture in the creature's interior
This time, there was no stopping the panic that spread through the Western ranks. Soldiers ran blindly in all directions, while the tentacles swooped down among them, snatching up soldiers one by one, gently pulling of their clothing like a boy pulling the wings off a fly, and finally carrying them back to the main body.
One began to caress the summoner's privates, quickly engorging her slit, while the other took a similar interest in her fully exposed, twitching anus. Finally, the two tendrils plunged into the respective orifices with a sickening, slurping sound.
At this point, more than ten tentacles had appeared out of the otherworldly pit, and now, finally, a grotesque lump materialized in their center. This flesh-colored, shapeless nexus was full of smaller tendrils and gaping circular mouths that seemed to pop in and out of existence all the time.
Once again, the Easterners seemed to be invisible to them. Suddenly, the first tentacle lowered itself menacingly over the head of the summoner, who scrambled nervously to her naked feet.
Ritsa mumbled protests but to no avail -- as she was hoisted higher and higher, her breechcloth fell down over her back, exposing her smooth, painted vagina and curvy, tattooed derriere in their full glory.
The tentacle wrapped itself gently around the Siberian's ankles and lifted her, upside down, into the air.
The tentacle waved back and forth in the air. Suddenly, a line of enormous red eyes burst into existence along its side, like bubbles in a cauldron. Its gaze swept across the field, but it didn't seem to notice Wei-Ling and her companions.
"Please, I i-implore you! They are standing o-over th-there," Ritsa continued, suddenly beginning to stammer.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I haven't known what I've been doing at any point today," Wei-Ling replied.
A massive hole of absolute blackness appeared in the ground in front of Ritsa. Soon thereafter, a single gigantic tentacle emerged from the darkness.
Some energy both ancient and evil hung thick in the air, and all of it seemed to emanate from Ritsa's circle, where the Siberian summoner was dancing wildly with her arms raised toward the clouded skies.
She pulled out the golden crayon, gestured to her companions to group together, and then -- slowly and carefully -- drew a circle into the ground around them.
After a brief moment of confusion, the Easterners' sights now turned toward Ritsa, who had almost completed her summoning spell.
"Fortune smiles upon you, young Easterner," she said, her voice dripping with scorn. "But remember that you have only beaten us on the ground. Let's see how well you do against us in OUR element!"
The two maidens of Valhalla remained dangling from its tip by their stretched-out panties, howling from the quickly spreading pain in their nether regions.
The victory train of the kodamas had changed their course when they spotted the two wiggling white asses among the treetops, and were now about to deal with the intruding rumps accordingly.
Nergui spun the shield around and brought it down with a deafening *CLUNK!* against the back of the valkyrie's blond head, knocking her clean out and sending her sprawled on the ground.
The spear made a glorious arch through the sky, before plunging through the trunk of a great walnut tree.
"NNGGUUHHH!!" the valkyrie grunted as the steel brutalized her tender womanhood, and she fell to her knees.
Meanwhile, Nergui had picked up a discarded shield from a fallen valkyrie and was using it to protect herself from an oncoming Asgardian champion.
When dodging a particularly high blow, Nergui dropped to her knees, flipped the shield sideways and swung it upwards -- burying the blunt rim of the steel shield in the mushy opening between the valkyrie's thick legs.
"I've stopped the blood now. We'll nurse you back to health, I promise, but right now, we need to deal with a couple more of these pigtailed bitches. Be strong -- I'll be back soon!"
Wei-Ling rushed to the side of her companion and knelt beside her. The sword- smith had lost a lot of blood, and was looking very pale.
A massive tremor passed through Wei-Ling's body as a number of forces had their way with the statuesque blonde on her knee.