Chapter 55: Danica to the Rescue

Danica looked down from her perch, fire filling the young elf’s eyes as she surveyed the scene below. With the unearthly smooth speed that could only come from literal decades of practice, the elf drew and shot two arrows — one after the other — straight into the hobgoblin whose foot she had previously pinned to the ground. The first arrow thudded into the creature’s chest and the second penetrated straight through his throat, the flaring iron-tipped arrowhead exiting the side of his neck with a gory spray of blood and spaghetti-like strands of his shredded trachea.

As the dying hobgoblin spewed its last gurgled attempts at drawing breath, ultimately collapsing where he stood, this left only a single warg out of the two pairs of mounted warg riders which had encircled Danica’s position in their attempt to flush her out. The situation with her comrades was becoming more dire by the minute. As the elf weighed her options she saw that although Lexi appeared to be handling herself quite well, Samantha was getting cut up pretty bad by her mounted opponent, and Gretel’s — mercifully unconscious — body was being violently raped by the little green hobgoblin and his almost comically large dick.

Danica’s eyes went wide when she realized the extent of her comrade’s plights, knowing then that it was up to her to help save them, just as they had saved her only the day prior.

“But what can I do from up here?” the elf mused to herself.

But then, the remaining warg from the pair originally belonging to the two now-dead hobgoblins dispatched to capture her once again leaped up, attempting to take a bit out of the young elf’s tender leg. The beast’s jump fell far short of reaching Danica, but it sparked an incredibly daring idea in her mind, one that filled her with a healthy amount of trepidation, but even more excitement.

“That should work!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly as she slipped her arm between the bow and its string, stowing it once again across her back.

Her elfin grace on full display, Danica hopped to her feet, balancing atop the branch like it was the easiest thing in the world. Holding her arms out delicately to balance, she nimbly ran down the branch towards the far narrowing branches that forked off from the large one on which she had sat.

“Here goes nothing!”

When the elf reached the junction, she leaped up, grabbing a hold on one of the smaller flexible branches as she arced out into the tree’s foliage. The small branch was just barely strong enough to hold the tiny elf’s weight without breaking, but was thankfully flexible enough to bend in just the way that Danica hoped it would. The leap’s momentum sent the ranger careening through the air in an arc, swinging from the branch like Tarzan. Her timing was somehow perfect, and the apogee of the swing brought Danica precisely in line with the warg. She released her grip on the branch, and landed hard right on top of the enormous wolf’s back.

Knowing that the wolf would attempt to throw her off as soon as it realized what had happened — it would tolerate a hobgoblin, but there was no way it would allow itself to be ridden by an elf — Danica pulled out a pair of small knives cleverly concealed in the top of each of her boots. Gripping the knives with the blades pointing down, the elf dug the tips deep into the warg’s thickly muscled shoulders, hoping that this would both give her a strong enough handhold to keep from being thrown, and a means to steer her new mount in at least the general direction she hoped to go.

Directly across the line of burning brands was the first of two comrades that the elf hoped to rescue.

The unconscious pink haired mage had been hoisted into a classic ass-up-face-down position by the hobgoblin. Larger than a goblin, he could not stand up straight to fuck her doggy style, but he was a bit to small to do it on his knees. So, in the spirit of compromise, the green monster squatted behind Gretel’s thick ass and thighs as he slammed his big cock mercilessly into her tight pink pussy. His fingers sank deep into the soft flesh around the mage’s hips, as the hobgoblin pulled the unconscious girl towards him with each thrust, mimicking active intercourse with what was essentially just a meat puppet at that point.

Not only did the hobgoblin not seem to care that Gretel was unconscious, a look at his face showed nothing but pure exultation in his expression. The creature bared his long pointed canine teeth, grunting and panting happily each time he slammed his cock deep into Gretel’s cunt. His green balls slapped noisily against the tops of her pussy lips and clit, and his leanly muscled thighs sent waves of ripples through the soft and exceedingly ample flesh of the mage’s beautifully curved ass. The pace of his thrusts growing faster and faster, it was clear that the hobgoblin was rapidly approaching the point of no return, preparing to fill Gretel’s cunt with all the cum he could pump.

This disgusting mockery of the beautiful act of love to which Danica has only just been introduced enraged the elf. Fires burned in Danica’s eyes as she steered her unwitting mount through the circle of burning brands, making a beeline directly for the hobgoblin rapist.

“Get off her!” Danica yelled out.

The elf’s shout stunned the hobgoblin, whose frame of perception had been narrowly focused on nothing but his cock pistoning into the luxuriously tight human pussy until that very moment. What he saw, however, when he finally managed to tear his eyes away from the glorious intersection of cock and cunt was a warg-riding elf leaping towards him out of the ring of fire that encircled the adventurers’ encampment. Unfortunately for he hobgoblin, it was precisely at that moment that the floodgates of his orgasm opened up, leaving his body wholly unable to do anything but clutch desperately at the prone mage’s thick hips as his balls tightened up, and his cock pumped load after load of thick white cream into the depths of Gretel’s pussy.

There was a cacophony of shouts, howls, and snarls — both wolfish and hobgoblin — as the warg was driven straight into the cumming greenskin. The impact pulled the hobgoblin free from Gretel, his still-cumming cock sending arcs of cum flying in all directions as he was knocked several feet from the mage. Interlocked in a whirling ball of fur and green skin, the hobgoblin and warg rolled off several feet from the mage. Just prior to impact, Danica had leaped off of the wolf’s back, landing nimbly just a foot from the Gretel’s still unconscious form.

“Now, you die,” the elf whispered to herself.

Before the entangled warg and greenskin had halted their tumble, Danica had already retrieved her bow, and drawn back an arrow. As soon as she had a clear view of the hobgoblin, she let loose. The arrow pierced through the hobgoblin’s arm, the barbed head exiting through the other side and burying itself deep into the flesh of the wolf’s side — pinning the two together. Already injured from the two knives lodged into its shoulders, the warg wanted no more of this nasty little elf, and made to bound off into the forest, dragging the yelping hobgoblin along for the ride.

Less concerned about the wolf than she was the disgusting rapist, Danica slipped another arrow from her quiver and took careful aim, knowing that she had only one chance for this shot to strike home. At the bottom of her exhalation, she let the arrow fly. A grim smile flashed across the elf’s pretty face as her keen eyes saw the arrow strike home, the tip driving clear through the hobgoblin’s throat, just as the warg carried his corpse off through a gap in the trees and off into the dark forest beyond.

“Mmmm,” Danica hemmed in a worried tone, her eyebrows arched in consternation, long ears flattened out. “Not right now, but very soon.”

The words had been spoken to the still unconscious mage, still in the ass-up-face-down position the hobgoblin had left her in when his comrade’s warg had surreptitiously crashed into him in the midst of pumping a load into Gretel. Danica wrinkled her nose in disgust as the evidence of the hobgoblin’s deed began leaking out of the mage’s gaping cunt in thick white globs that dripped from her pink pussy lips onto the ground between her knees. The elf wanted nothing more than to run to Gretel right then, and start caring for the injured and abused young woman. However, her work was only partially done. One threat had been neutralized, but Samantha’s life was yet in grave danger.

At the same time that Danica had been dealing with Gretel’s assailant, the warg rider who had so grievously injured Samantha was wheeling back around for the third time, aiming to make this strike the final blow needed to fell the mighty warrior woman.

Samantha was still down on one knee, trying valiantly to rise to her feet in the dread knowledge that her mounted foe would be circling back any minute now. However, despite exerting every ounce of her considerable strength, no amount of willpower could force a severed hamstring to move a leg. A glance over her shoulder showed the monk that she had only seconds before the charging warg and its murderous rider would meet her, and if she did not think of something — and fast — this would very likely be the end of her story.

Miraculously, just a moment before the spear was thrust down towards Samantha, out of nowhere an arrow slammed into the back of the hobgoblin’s shoulder. The surprise attack did not even knock the hobgoblin off of his mount, but it did succeed in halting his impending attack just long enough for Samantha to reach out and grab a hold of the spear’s shaft. The monk’s considerable muscles bulged and flexed as she hoisted the rider clear off of his charging mount, the wolf riding past before noticing its rider’s absence. Samantha redoubled her exertion and slammed the hobgoblin to the ground as hard as she could, snapping the shaft of the spear in half from the force of the impact — leaving her attacker dazed and armed with nothing more than a splintered piece of wood.

Dragging her ruined leg behind her, Samantha hobbled her way over to the prone hobgoblin. And, before he had a chance to recover his wits from the sheer power of the monk’s body slam, a foot of black iron was driven into his chest just under the sternum. Samantha had made sure to angle the spear tip upwards so that when she rammed it under his rip cage, the blade would shred his lungs and — with luck — hopefully his heart as well. Just to make absolutely sure, after sliding the entire twelve inches into his green flesh, the monk gripped the spear’s broken shaft with both hands and dragged it down, eviscerating the injured hobgoblin fully.

“Haaa!” Samantha cried, as she felt a searing bolt of pain explode in her already injured leg.

Tearing her eyes from the pile of spilled guts and pooled blood into which she had transformed the hobgoblin, Samantha saw that the now dead rider’s warg was itself making a last-ditch effort to take her down, its enormous jaws and razor sharp teeth clamped down hard on her severed hamstring. But, almost as soon as the wolf had sunk its teeth into Samantha’s leg, it went limp, the light fading from its malevolent eyes nearly at once. As its head fell forward, the monk noted the feathered shaft of an arrow protruding from the back of the beast’s skull. Behind the wolf, stood a remarkably cheery looking elf — bow in hand, waving to Samantha.

For the first time that she could remember, Samantha actually cursed. Although she was too stunned to even realize the slip of her tongue.

“Well, fuck me…”