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NOTE!!!! At first we are talking original monster, not yet mamono! There will be less than pleasent situations and pain, thuogh not in too much detail.

Concider yourselves warned!

This also explanes why some descriptions of them really dont match with what yuo see on profile page, But those profile pages are written sometime 300 years in future, and the change didn't happen overnight.

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I had hard youth, Not that smart, Not strong, at least seemingly dead to magic, not even exactly the most healthy kid in town.

Which natrually led to me being bullied since I was a kid, and I saw success in nothing.

Eventually I tried to join the ranks of a monastery that was a days walk away from the town I was born and raised.

It was more than just a monastery, It was School, Libary, a fort that had been standing for centuries, and more. Many different groups, from scholars, priests, druids to warlocks had searched wisdom and travelled thuosands of miles away to learn.

But, Even they had rejected my help.

I was angry, no, I was furious. I hated the town that I blamed from my suffering, I hated the monastery that had rejected me.

I, wanted vengeance.

Little over a decade ago, a warlock had been kicked out of said monastery, It was something about him seeking too much knowledge of the darkest of arts, but I dont remember the details, I was just a kid back then. But I do remember that the warlock was already very powerful, and he had promiced that he would destroy the monastery.

Thuogh nothing has been heard from him ever since.

How ever some years ago rumors started circulating.

Bandits and monsters were uniting somewhere far in north in a place where once stood a building known as black palace.

Something told me, That the warlock was now there, working on his vengeance, and who could help me enact my vengeance more, than someone else who wanted vengeance to same people I did.

So I started travelling northern wastelands early next spring, Soon as the snow had mostly cleared, and air warmed enuogh that I didn't have to fear being frozen during my sleep.

However that wasn't the only thing I had to fear. I knew that the further I would head from the civilisation, the higher chance there was that I would run in to roaming monsters.

Orcs, Ogres, Zombies, Skeletons, werewolfs, and of course there was wild animals and bandits too. Encountering any of them would most likely be my last encounter with anyone or anything.

I lost the track of days as I travelled, Forrest turned to barren wasteland, Sometime around 15 day mark I ran out of food, There wasn't any fruits or berries in the trees and bushes this early in spring, How ever I knew I was arriving to right location, Now I would just need to walk around and find the black palace.

I had managed to steal a book, that described the sparse offerings of the nature around here.

Half of the day looking around for the black palace, half of the day digging for roots, and collecting some edible grasses. but at around day 27 I was thinking I might starve before finding the palace, or even a monster to kill me.

But in the middle of a night, I was woken up by orcish scout party. I was quite sure I was done for right then and there, I didn't even bother trying to escape. But it turnd out, I was only half a mile from my destination. a destination, where I arrived hogtied, bruised, and carried on a stake

I managed to plead my case to some human, and althuogh it seemed that I would be used as target practice at first, someone from higher up decided that there would be better use for me.

Another human, This one who seemed to also be a rather powerful warlock, took me with him to a door full of signs, apparently in multiple languages, thuogh, I don't know how to read ao that's just guessing. But the skull and crossbones picture that was clearly just about as recent as the singns gave me the idea. Books were for scholars and rich people. and same went for schools, And during my youth our family barely could afford to eat.

And as he opened the door, the reek of death and decay washed over me. I was fearing that I would be assistant to a lich or necromancer, but as we descended the staires to the dungeon, I first saw the iron bars, allmost as thick as my arm, and what laid behind those bars. I was starting to suspect that I would have preferred to work with necromancer. There was hellhounds, At least 20 of them, probably even 30. Frightening guardians of the deepest depths of the chaotic underworld. And my task, would be feeding, and cleaning after them.

Mighty beasts with fiery eyes standing at least 3 foot tall, weighing around 400 pounds, and are feared far more than almost anything else, well, Dragon is more feared, but after dragons... and gods.

On the positie side, the warlock teached me all I needed to know about the hellhounds. He kept escorting me for first month, and during my first month I needed saving only 21 times, which apparently was exceptionally good, and the healers of the black palace got some training, and they did very good job, only minor scars were left. Thuogh every time I ended up needing some new clothes.

It was easy to quess why I got this job in the end. The simple reason was, I was the most expandable individual in the black palace. And the hounds, They didn't really need any food, They'd go months withuot eating and it wouldn't harm them one bit. But feeding and cleaning after them made them just that little bit easier to handle when they eventually would be needed.

The last time I was escorted I got a serious warning. I was told, that I need to be extremely confident in front of the hounds, and they have now learned that I'm the one feeding them, and therefore they are not going to outright attack me, unless I do something stupid. Apparently, my predecessor had gotten a little bit cocky, And only few rags and bone pieces were found on the next day.

For almost full year I tended those hellhounds. Which mostly means, I made sure I got enuogh food secured, made and fed to them. and cleaned the rather large room or more likely a holding cell where they were held.

I cannot say we would have been friends in any way, and natrually I had to make regular visits to the healers quarters, Bite marks here, broke bone there, dislocated joint somewhere, you know, the usual stuff, nothing severe.

I could have sworn one of them even started showing some form of affection towards me, althuogh when I went to pat it I nearly lost my arm.

I didn't make any frieds from the humans or orcs or any other species for that matter either.

All humans complained that I reek of death, and I almost look undead every now and then. I don't really notice that smell, but it might just be that I've gotten so used to it. Eventually I got a nickname, "Stinky" they called me. But I didn't mind.

With others species, there was somewhat of a language barrier, but they weren't very accepting of me either. Still no friends, but I was finally accepted to do something useful for someone, but eventually I would get my vengeance.

Thuogh thikning when I was trying to look any old job in the town. six stable masters had looked at me, and told me that I look too small and weak to do any proper work in a stable with horses. And here I'm doing basicly just that with hellhounds.

As I had been there allmost one and a half years the talking started.

Come spring, and we start marching, The monastery, and the town will be destroyed.

The army full of Bandits, Mercenarys, Warlocks, Priests, Ogres, Orcs, Werewolfs, few Manticores, and Minotaurs, and even one Ushi-Oni, not to mention the Hellhuonds. all together our army was well over 9000 members, neither the monastery, or the town would stand a chance.

Somehow I wasn't that exited anymore, I had found a reason to be, I was tending the 23 hellhounds we had, and while the work was scary at the best of times, and torture at worst. I actually wasn't that much for vengeance anymore.

Also knowing that the hellhounds, as they couldn't get along with anything else, Except maybe me, and few of the most powerful warlocks would have any control over them. All 23 of them would be just cannon fodder to be sent out first.

They would cause mayham and would initiate the attack, only because they would attack anything and everything. And then they would die, but they would also make the way for the real attack.

And somehow this made me sad. Did I really want that? Not really.

I somehow had started to like those dogs, despite that they had caused me so much pain. but they had given me reason to be, and when they are gone, I once again have no reason to be.

But, Some odd things started happening during the winter. Both, the ogres, and the orcs started copulating in unseen degree.

I mean, seeing a couple orcs or ogres copulating in the canteen wasn't anything unheard or unseen but it hadn't been common either, but during febuary it started to become rather common. from once every few weeks to every three or four days.

and just as unusually, last winter and all summer so far it was allways males suddenly jumping on female, but now it seemed that the females were jumping on males.

And while monsters and humans were mostly in different parts of the palace, even some humans got jumped. Some men even claimed that it was actually pleasent, some others had to go see a healer. but we did have distinctive lack of human females so the men were at least somewhat depraved. and it was known that some men had copulated with Orcs even before that.

Lack of Females how ever wasn't that much of a problem among other species, it was lack of males.

While Minotaurs and Ogres were pretty much 50/50, there was distinctive lack of male Orcs and werewolfs. Althuogh werewolfs tended to stay with their pack structure, and in a pack was usually alpha male, alpha female, and 3 to 8 lower ranking females.

Still the closer the spring came, the more rowdy the monsters got.

Well. My four legged friends wern't much different than what they used to be. I could see that they were more affectinate towrds me, but they didn't seem to start copulating amongst themselfs, Maybe they are all male or all female, I'm not going to start checking that out. They might touch me, but I sure as hell am not going to touch them. I'm quite attatched to my limbs, and I prefer my limbs to be attatched to me.

But I had noticed that they had started to lose their fur, Mostly around their torso and upper parts of their feet, And their fur was feeling a bit different than usually.

It used to be very rough, and feel allmost like miniature barbed wire when they happened to come close enuogh to touch any exposed skin I had, but now, it was feeling smoother, not much, but enough to notice.

There was again a near death experience, one of them jumped me, and pinned me to the ground, only to sit on my lap, and it sat on my lap most of the day, only letting me leave when it was about time to feed them again.

And being pinned under 300 pounds for so long, especially when you are yourself just bit under 150 pounds yourself, it has a serious risk of causing damage. But I also noticed that they seemingly actively avoided causing damage, so my visits to healers got even more rare.

Althuogh, After that I did spend a lot more time, rather unwillingly pinned between or beneath some of the hounds. It was both mind numbingly intimidating, but also somehow comforting experience. Thuogh I was still getting bitten or scrathced, but it seemed that every time that happened the hound was sleeping, and after realizing what the hound did it seemed to be ashamed.

Spring came, we were supposed to start marching next week. But ogres and minotaurs had mostly left, all of the males and almost all females.

Male Orcs had left, All 240 of them, taking nearly 400 females with them. Our attack force had gone from over 4600 to 2700 in a matter weeks. We still had about 1250 humans, and 1300 orcs, and roughly 150 of other species.

The Orc horde that was out backbone was lacking their leaders. Females are just as vicious and dangerous in a fight as male orcs, but they need the males to lead them. And female orcs don't take orders from humans unless human beats them to the inch of her life, and we are simply lacking manpower to do that

The hellhuonds have lost a lot of their fur for some reason, Amongs their barks and howls I can almost hear words, and it's rather clear now that they all seem to be female. From time to time I get the feeling that they are trying to stand just on their hind legs, but when I look, they are on all fours.

I could almost swear that their face looks more human now. almost like their muzzle would have receeded, for a lack of a better term.

And now I can see that they are all more or less coverend in some form of battle scars. One in particluar who seems to have her side almost completely cleaved open at some point. Coincidently, she was other one of those who usually pinned me beneath her, Other was one that was somewhat smaller than others, but she had ferocity more than the rest of the hounds combined. She was the troublemaker, often fighting with the the other hounds, or initiating an attack towards me. Thuogh the cleaved one often stopping her before anything really serious happened.

This morning, as I was getting ready to bring food to the hounds, when I ran in to Sehrat, the warlock that had given me the task of taking care of the hounds.

He was devastated, Telling me that the attack was cancelled, We didn't have enough power to take the monastery, or even control the remaining orcs anymore, Just about every bandit and mercenary has an orc in his bed, or is spending his time in a bed of an orc apparently more or less willingly. Same goes for most of healers, and walocks. The orcish copulation frenzy has taken over the black palace almost completely during last night. And nobody understands how the whole thing happened in seemingly just bit over a week.

I how ever have hound food to prepare, at least I should have, depends have the hunting partys managed to secure enuogh meat for them. Afterall there hasn't been as many hunting partys going out as there usually is. and even then the black palace is in almost barren wasteland. at least 4 days march from nearest forrests where there is more animals to hunt. Then again. There isn't nearly as many mouths to feed anymore as we have lost almost half of our army.

23 Stringy Wolf flanks, moose leg, minced, some bear meat. bunch of bones to gnaw on, or more likely, just shatter between those terrifying jaws, That shuold work for good morning meal for the hounds.

Carrying everything down to the dungeon where the hounds are, which easily takes 6 trips up and down the staires. loading the food from whellbarrow to wheelbarrow.

Looking in to the cage where the hounds are. each of them sleeping in different part of the large room. It's surprisingly quiet, heck it's almost too quiet. they shuold have smelled their food by now.

They have lost allmost all their fur from their bodies, some small tufts still clinging here and there.

To be honest, I'm worrying for them a bit. Are they sick or something? Is there something in the food that I'm giving to them making them lose their fur? Am I doing something wrong with them?

Open the gate which let's out the familiar squeak, but they are still not really responding, none of them really even looking at me. which is very unusual. They shuold be looking ready to attack by now, watching my every move. but they are all just laying down. Althuogh I do see twitching of ears, some movements of their tails.

Push in the wheelbarrow, and close the gate, start shoveling some minced moose to their bowls, when I finally sence that there is movement in the cage.

Don't mind about it, they never attack from behind, at least initially. They might push you, or bump you but they will not harm you.

Growls and barks, that sounded like -"Why the hell do they have you feed us the same crap all the time?"

WHAT?! I turn around in shock, and see 4 of them standing on their hind legs behind me. each of them Easily 7 feet tall, that's nearly one and a half feet taller than I am.

Their muzzles have receeded almost completely and they look a lot more... human... now. but still, they look even meaner than before thanks to their more human features.

One of them growls a bit more, and I can quite easily understand her, "I want something more tasty." as she takes a step towards me.

Every hound in the room is now on the prowl, standing on their hind legs. look of hunger in their eyes. and stares that promice thousand deaths to me.

"Me first!" one of them, the smallest of the pack barks, and each and every hellhound jump at me.

I shuold know my situation by now, I'm probably dead within minute, but I stupidly decide to cling on to my suddenly wery worthless life, and I duck, drop, and try to bolt between them.

And while I feel that there was mutiple attempts to grab me, but they were grabbing with their front paws, or I probably should say hands, not with their teeth. which was again unexpected.

Thankfully, as the ones further back piled on top of the ones in front, I managed to slip trough. I knew I would have no time to even attempt to open the gate, so I ran towards nearest wall of iron bars.

I might be just slim enough to slip trough, but the hounds were large, far larger than me, and they would not fit trough those bars.

I was almost at the bars when I was tackled to the ground. How ever I soon felt that which ever hound it was that tackled me, got tackled, and soon I was almost buried somewhere within a pile of hellhounds, all too busy fighting eachothers that I managed to slip away yet again.

I got almost completely trough when I felt one of them grabbing my trousers, Soon another grabbed on the other trouser leg, But again only with their hands.

They started to pull me back in, but thankfully my suspenders snapped, and I fell trough the bars, Completely outside of the room. Sure I was missing my trousers and shoes, but there wasn't a scratch on me. apart from sore shoulder as I hit the ground, but that's very minor. in fact, this was my luckiest escape so far.

Screw the trousers and shoes, I'll get new ones from the quartermaster, Not going to clean up the dungeon this morning, and the hounds probably cool off for the evening meal.

I start walking towards the staires to get out of the dungeon, but I hear more growling, scrapes and creacking and cracking sounds.

I look back, and see 6 of them trying to bend the iron bars, and to my terror, the bars which are well over 3 inches thick are bending, and the stones are cracking where the bars are mounted.

"Man, They are really out to get me this time." I think

I sprint up the staires, and outside of the dungeon, Closing the nearly an inch thick reinforced iron door, and close the 4 latches, and then close the 2 bars that block the door.

That should keep them in and the rest of the palace secure, but just as I'm closing the last bar, the door jolts.

The door jolts couple more times before I manage to get up and attempt to close the last bar again. Only to realize that the door is allready so bent, that the bar is not going to close.

The hounds are litarally coming trough it, how incredibly strong they actually are?

I need to find Sehrat. Heck I need to find some warlock, Preferrably more than one. They are the only ones that hopefully can stop the hounds before the hounds can start their killing spree.

I need to get to the main tower where the warlocks most likely are, but it's on the other side of the palace.

I can try to go trough the court yard, It would be shortest route, but most likely every door around there is locked for security reasons, and I don't have the keys, and since the orcs are running on mating frenzy the guards might be either pre-occipied or just simply not there.

I can try to run trough main corridors, but there isn't many doors to close and lock behind me that way, and if this door fails, the hounds would catch me well before I get to the tower.

or I can try to go trough the passageways between different housing units, canteens, kitchens, armory.

A clasp on the door shoots loose, shattering rock on the other side of the corridor. Don't just think! RUN!

I ran in to the kitchen, locked the door behind me, and then I realized that the kitchen was abandoned, even thuogh right now the cooks should be very busy making lunch to everyone, which was very unexpected.

But as I ran in to the canteen, where people should be finshing their brekfast, I found myself in the middle of orcish orgy.

right, Orcs usually eat after humans, so of course there shuold be plenty of them here by now. And there are, some with a man, some sharing a man, and some looking to share a man, or perhaps a man withuot a partner.

As everyone usually avoids me I try to just swiftly walk trough the room, but I haven't even gotten quarter of the way trough when I hear definitely orcish voice shouting "-Hey Stinky!" And as I glance that way, I see an orc jogging towards me.

Right, right, they are so deperate to get their fill that even I'm good in their books now.

I drop to the floor, and start crawling beneath the benches and tables, trying to get as far as I can from the location I was seen in. But also trying to avoid crawling in front of anyone who is sharing a man.

Listening as the sturdy oak tables creack beneath couples and triples on top of them, and crawling between couples on the floor, Making a mental note that most of the men at least seemingly are not willingly here, Trying to fight of the orcs, but not being very successfull at that.

Eventually I get near the door on the other side of the canteen, crawling under a table, looking around trying to see if anyone has figured where I might be. but it seem that I'm clear.

Just as I'm about to leave my cover, I see the bench in front of me move, as someone sits directly in front of me, and almost instantly I feel how someone grabs my hair.

I carefully start looking up, from the thick slightly off green thighs, over the chubby midriff, above the slightly hanging, but massive breasts, I see the face of the Orc with it's low forehead, upturned nose, and wide mouth with turks protruding between her lips. She was the orc that called me out just a minute ago.

"-Now now Stinky, There is a distinctive lack of partners here, and I'm not going to get too picky. I know you are here just to eat, so I've decided to offer you my special cherry-clam. After you've eaten it, I could have a taste of your sausage, and then we might do some other things too, What would you say?"

"-The hellhounds are loose, I gotta... mumble"

My voice faded to incoherent mumble as her thigs suddenly spread, exposing a rather large hairball, far larger than my own beard, which after year of last time I shaved wasn't that small either. and my head was forced, not that gently against it.

"-Hellhuonds are loose, I know you would try that, but one guy tried it last week, I'm not falling for that again. Now start eating before I make y... SQUEAL!"

And she was gone. or more likely buried beneath 2 hellhounds 7 feet away from me, and by the sounds of it she wasn't having a very good time.

With a quick glance around, I saw at least 7 hellhuonds in the canteen. The door towards the merceneries quarters where I had originally attempted to go was now practicly blocked. Thankfully not that far away was the room to non human quarters, and the door was alightly ajar, that was my second best bet.

I manage to sneak trough the narrow gap, and start ever so gently closing the door so I wouldn't make a sound when I feel heavy hand land on my shoulder.

"-Stinky, I know this is a lot to ask, but mind melping me a bit?" I hear a low, and surprisingly rather smooth voice asking.

I turn around and it's out "gentle giant" A minotaur just a smidge under 8 feet tall, or smidge over, if we count in her horns. She was by far largest and most likely strongest monster that we had in black palace, well, Hellhounds might beat her on stregth.

Not just that but she had a soft side for everyone, even for humans. While minotaurs, as far as I had seen were vicious killers, she was more like a ranger, and had joined in our monastery and town destroying trip only to protect the forrests where humans were felling trees for their expansion. She was the odd one out.

She was slightly odd in other ways too. While every other minotaur we used to have in the palace had brownish fur, she had much ligher brown with darker blotches here and there, And her chest was, shuold we say more developed than any of the other minotaurs.

"-The hellhounds are loose in canteen, I'd love to help with whatever you need, but I really need to get the warlocks so we can stop them."

She looked at me for a second, then moved to look at the slight gap that still remined between the door and the frame.

"-Well, I'll just buy us some time." she said, and started walking towards a pile of stones. I just stood there, too amazed of the show of raw physical power that she had. too amazed to even continue running to get to find the warlocks.

I had heard that Minotaurs and ogres train by lifting large rocks, and other heavy things, and I guess that's why the rocks were here. She picked up a sawd off tree trunk which was about 9 feet tall, and maybe 3 feet wide, and carried it with ease in front of the door, Couple more rocks, and the door was properly barricaded, I quite honestly dont think that even the hellhuonds would get trough that. at least not very soon.

"-Now, I really need your help, so if you would come and help me a bit." She said landing her massive arm around my back and started walking me further in the monsters quarters.

"-Mind if I ask what kind of help you need?" I asked, and looked up to her, and I could have sworn that she blushed very slightly for very briefly.

"-Well, As you know us Minotaurs are usually good at only three things. and we do those all the time. Namely, Eating, sleeping and fighting, but I'm having a problem with more than just one of them. Here." She stopped and guided me trough a door in what apparently used to be the minotaurs room, now there was just 40 beds, but I think we only have one minotaur left.

She had taken advantage of the lack of roommates, and had combined matresses from at least 12 beds in to one massive, and what must be super soft bed at least looking how thick it is.

She guided me towards the bed, abd while I tried to resist her guiding it was rather worthless. she was just so strong, she probably didn't really even notice that I was resisting. not eve when she seated me on the side of the bed.

"-You see, I have trouble sleeping," she started, "-and that's because my breasts are aching so much, I mean they shuoldn't be, have never been with a bull."

She said as she straddled me, her weight making the bed sag so much that I got pinned between her and the bed. She unwarpped the sling that was holding her massive mammaries, and pinched her nipple, which caused some milk to squirt out. Which I barely saw as my face was half buried in her cleavage.

"-As I'm not expecting a calf, nor do I have one, I dont know why I'm producing milk. But I've been backed up for almost a month by now. My breasts are so sensitive that I can bearly touch them, I need you to suck at least some of it out."

"-But I really..." I tried to interject, and wiggle my self from beneath her, and managed to get bit further up on the bed.

"-Just do it!" she commanded, and guided my head to her nipple.

I don't know how long I sucked her milk out of her. I felt slightly energized by it but there was just so much of it.

My shirt was soaked, as the milk was spilling from between her teat, and my mouth. Her breath was ragged, and she was clearly enjoying herself.

I didn't notice when she started, but she was definitely grinding against me as she straddled me. and my underpants were getting damp, well, let's just say wet, as that's what they were by now.

It was a little while longer, When she pulled her teat out of my mouth.

"-Thanks, I feel a lot better now." she said eventually. taking me in to large hug, burying my head in her cleavage.

"-You know, I know you aren't my kind, But after that I think I have to ask another favor from you." putting quite a bit more weight in her pelvic movement. so much so that I think I would turn to paste if she would use all of her weight.

"-I don't know are we even compatible, but I really want to try, and it feels like you want it too." She continued. loosening her embrace enough that I could see her face again.

While I could swear that her face had looked much more cow like just couple days ago, I could see how her eyes pleaded me to stay.

Heck, I wanted to stay. Was it because I had never actually been with a woman? was it because she was being so gentle despite her being so much larger than me? Was it the milk? I have no clue.

"-The hellhounds are loose, I really need to get to the warlocks." I stated again.

"-But after we get that thing sorted, I promce I will be back for you." Wait what? Did I really just say that. Or more likely, did I really mean that? Yes? Yes, I did mean that.

I could tell that she was on a verge of tears, and for a short while we just stared at eachothers, But eventually she lifted off from me, and rolled on to her massive bed. She took my hand and guided it between her legs. Where it instantly got soaked.

-"It'll be waiting for you" She said, and then released my hand.

And as I walked to the door, fighting the urge to stay with her, I glanzed back at her, she looked to be asleep, her own hand between her thigs.

I got out of the room, and took few steps towards the main tower. cursing that I couldn't stay, and the now rather obvious and already a bit sore bulge in my underpants.

a large crash further down the hall reminded me of our situation. and quick glanze that way told me that the barricade that the minotaur had built was about to collapse. That got me running again.

I was running, and oh boy was I really running, and I didn't seem to get tired at all.

I had ran trough the rest of the monsters quarters surprisingly fast, thuogh my feet were hurting as I had ran barefooted on cold stone floor, and every grain of gravel hurt like hell. so I decided that I'd take a quick look on the equipment storage, just in case I could find some kind of pair of shoes.

After searching for half just half a minute, in the very dimly lit room I found one pair that could probably fit on me well enough. But as I was about to put them on I heard a crash as the door was slammed open, and a large dark figure stood in the doorway.

She said something, and judging that her speak was very rough, almost like jiggling a bag filled with rocks I knew that I was looking at an ogre. I couldn't make out that many words, even thuogh I had learned some words from the ogrish language.

How ever the words and concepts that I did make out didn't sound that good.

"Half distance" "No tired" "now" and something that has many meanings but the most usual meaning is "to wrestle" or "to test ones stregth" Does she want to duel me?

She didn't wait for my reply, and with couple steps she was upon me, She lifted me from my shirt, and suddenly I was flying. Luckily I landed on my back in a pile of dirty clothes.

I Didn't have time to stand up, as she straddled me, and ripped my shit to shreads, and then her hand landed on the bulge in my underpants. Not hesitating to grab said bulge with fair amount of force, thuogh not really causing pain either.

With other hand she remobed her loin cloth, and then we both froze as we heard at least to me, a very familiar growl.

I saw something dark, almost black flying over me, and that something took the ogre from top of me, I knew her grip had been fairly hard, and I had expected a lot more pain, but only the fabric of my underpants had left, leaving a gaping hole where now my member protruded.

As I glance towards the pile of dirty clothes on the other side is a real test of stength going on, and I dont want to take any part in to it. so I decide that it's better to just run barefooted than spend any time putting those shoes on.

As I ran to the door, I how ever spot a warlocks robe, and I grab that, just to preserve at least some resemblence of modesty.

After running trough the armory, I arrived at the main tower, I'd have to climb at least 13 floors but ever since I encountered that minotaur I have been having unusually high stamina, and the after 10 floors I feel I could do 10 more just as easily

But as I glance out the window something seems off.

I stop and look out again, and I see that most of the gargoyles on other buildings are missing, and there is now statues on almost all guard posts. Actually, There is Gargoyles on a very human looking pedestals on almost all guard posts.

And there is something big going on somewhere above me. I can hear the "whoop" sounds of shadowbolts being cast, crashes, and lot of many other sounds. Yet that's where I must go.

As I arrive on the 13th floor, a bolt of green hit's my chest, It feels like thuosand knifes just scratched inch deep my skin, and suddenly I feel that everything here is out to get me.

In a complete state of panic I run and stumble down two floors before I manage to collect myself. not jsut that but it feels cold, So very cold here.

I feel like I had just run at least 10 miles, no 20 miles in freezing cold. I'm exhausted. I can barely stay on my feet.

Trying to recollect what I saw.

The large doors to the summoning room were open. There was lot of rubble lying everywhere outside, and at least 10 warlocks taking cover on my side of the rubble.

The hexagram on the floor of the summoning room was glowing bright purple, and I could almost swear that there was some kind of green'ish energy barrier covering it, and 15 or so warlocks inside that energy barrier, hurling shadowbolts and other spells towards the warlocks that were hiding behind that rubble.

And behind all of it, was the dark lord himself Channelling some spell towards a huge portal that was on the back wall, but the portal looked like it had fractures on it.

I have no clue what it all means, but I know that something is definitely not right here.

The spells effects fading, I start slowly walking up the staires again. Thuogh it feels like I would have 300 pound backpack on me.

Eventually I got to the top floor, Carefully peeking from the stairwell, The warlocks were indeed fighting eachothers, all but one of the older and experienced warlocks were in the summoning room, and so were the young fanatics.

I decided to take a chance, and dashed to the only older warlock on the outside, and asked what the hell is going on.

-"As their plans failed, they went mental. They are trying to fracture the nethergate." he asnwered, while launching a bright fiery orb towards the warlocks in the summoning room from his wand.

-"And what does that mean?"

He takes a look at me.

-"Hey, that's my robe. You aren't a warlock. Who the hell you are and what are you doing here."

-"The robe is a long story, and I'm here to get some help as the hellhounds escaped. Now what's the big deal with the portal, It's not worth dying over right?"

-"The problem is that if it fractures, there will be at least 5 mile wide crater over here, as the fracturing will destroy everything. Nothing will survive it, and there is a potetential that the demonlord himself managed to get trough, which will most likely kill everything on this realm."

-"So it's a really big deal. and you are trying to stop it. Right?"

-"The portal is already fracturing. Our only chance is to get the portal collapsing, and even in that case it will pull everything in to nether from something between 100 feet to 300 feet. So if we fail, we die, and even if we succeed, there is a very good chance that we end in the realm of demons, but the world will survive. Problem is that we are outnumbered, outskilled, and out evrything'd here, and running out of time."

That's when I hear familiar barks and growls coming from the stairwell, And by the sounds of it, the hounds were here, and there was many of them.

-"Maybe not. We use the hellhounds, and pray every god we know that it works."

-"Didn't you just say..."

-"I know what I said."

And as if on cue, I saw a rather large group of hellhounds coming to the 13th floor.

I steeled myself, Focused on what Sehrat had teached me. I saw how the hounds were going for the warlocks that tried to stop the madness, one coming straight for me.

I stood up, Mustered all the power I had, pointed towards the summoning room, and called out "Get'em".

The hounds stopped, All of them looking at me, when I felt excruciating pain in my back, and then I was lying on the floor. It was going to be another visit to healers, Assuming there is any healers left in couple hours, and I'm going to be able to walk there myself.

As I got up, 50 feet from where I had stood when what ever it was that hit me. I could hear the sounds of the battle. The raging hellhounds, The warlock shouting orders to younger warlocks, different spells being cast at very high rate, But then I saw the older warlock running for the staires, leaving the battle behind.

I might be wrong, but he might know something that I don't, and I got a feeling that it might be very good idea to run away.

As I got to 8th floor I felt it. There was a current of air pushing against me, being sucked higher up in the tower. The walls of the tower were heating up and cooling down at random.

When I got to 3rd floor, I had to fight against the wind to get down, and the walls were so hot that they burned my hands, and at times the staires were slippery due to frost. I also heard how windows were starting to shatter on higher floors as the vacuum in the tower increased.

I hope that is, but I hope that I picked the right side and we were succesful.

As I got to the first floor, I saw the warlock opening a door to courtyard, and starting to run away, and I followed close behind as he ducked behind a corner.

Suddenly darkness fell, it lasted only couple seconds, and then became eerily quiet.

-"I think we successed." I heard the warlock say beside me, and as I peeked around the corner where the tower used to be, well it was still there, first to seventh floor, and 20th to 25th floor were falling out of the sky.

And half way between the tower and our hiding spot, was a hellhound running towards us, another much closer to the tower limping behind it. and then the remains of higher levels of the tower, landed on the remains of the lower levels, and rocks started flying everywhere.

I covered behind the corner, and just a second later I had hellhound on my lap, embracing me so tightly that I almost couldn't breath. and I wrapped my arms around her, like a long lost lover does.

Soon as the rock shower ended. I tried to see what happened to the other hellhound, but all I could see was pile of rubble.

I shood the hellhound off from my lap, and to my surprise she obliged, Then I noticed that she was the small and agressive one, and the fact that she had just done what I told her to do surprised me even more.

I ran to the courtyard, roughly where the other hellhound had been when the rock shower started, We never gave them names, I never gave them names, but than again they never responded to any form of calling. I had no way of calling the other hellhound, even thuogh I wanted.

But then suddenly I saw some rocks moving, and I instantly went to dig where they had moved.

It took better part of 20 minutes to dig her out, and she was in a bad way. Clearly happy to see me, but I got the feeling that she isn't going to be very long with us.

Me being stubborn as I am, didn't want to accept it. This one was the one with the massive scar down her side. and I'll be damned if I let her die.

Me, a scrawny 5foot 5inches barely 150 pound guy trying to carry nearly 7 foor tall nearly 400 pound hellhound to healers. That's called determination, and that's exactly what I did. Well, With a help of the smaller hellhound.

How ever, the healers told me that they couldn't help her.

Apparently, she being demonic origin from demonic realms, all ther healing magic would most likely harm her.

How ever, The warlock stepped in, He started chanelling some spell, I saw a faint red beam between his hand and the Hellhuond.

And I saw how the hellhound was starting to revive. I looked at the warlock, and I saw his hair and beard turning from black, to grey to newrly white, His face starting to grow more wrinkly, just like he would have been againg for decades in front of me.

Eventually he stopped chanelling his spell and it was like he would have gone from 35 year old to 105 year old, All I could do was ask -"How? and why?"

He laughed weakly.

-"Boy, I have seen you taking care of those hounds, longer than anyone else withuot dying, I have seen you command those hounds, and they did exactly what you told them to do, and I can sence that there is absolutely no magic in you. I have no clue how you do what you do. As yuo have seen only 4 of the warlocks here had imps with them, they were only ones truly strong enough to control an imp. It's childs play to have an imp as familiar compared to hellhounds, but yet you have managed it. And if you didn't notice, you saved everyone here today, Even the hounds that were in the tower, they were just sent back to their own realm. That's why."

-"As to how, I'm a warlock, Most of the warlocks here were well over 100 years old, Warlocks have many abilities related to life force, I myself have been leeching life from my enemys for nearly 170 years, that's why I looked so young, I can sacrifece my own life for greater spell power, it just felt appropriate to give some back for someone who deserved it, but I could give my life to only something that came from the nether, or realm of demons, if you prefer to call it that.

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The warlock passed couple days later due to old age.

How ever he was wrong. I had no control over the hellhounds, the runt proved that to me in the very next day.

As it turned out, The hellhounds weren't after blood, although they definitely were after bodily fluids if you know what I mean.

Thuogh she was so rough that I had to make almost daily visits to the healers. But that gave me a good chance to keep checking on Scar, who was now recovering on more traditional healing methods.

Couple weeks later, as runt was having her way with me again scar joined us. Which was a releif in a way. She started keeping runt on check when she was being too rough with me. How ever, that only meaned that now I had to satisfy both of them, which was rather tall order.

The minotaur that I had promiced to return to, I really wanted to keep that promice, but I just couldn't. Scar and Runt were already jealous for eachothrs, and occasionally fighting over me rather than sharing me.

She how ever found another guy to spend time with.

In half a year, the population of black palace was reduced to couple hundred, majority of couples and triples, and at least couple quadruples. Everyone else left to serch their happiness from somewhere else.

But we still have couple healers here, and at least 5 orc clans have formed not that far from the palace.

All in all life is good.

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It's been nearly 40 years since the dark lord fell.

Me and Scar have 7 daughters, 4 of them have allready left the palace to find their own husbands. 8th is on the way, and we both really hope it's a boy this time. But If it isn't maybe the 9th is.

The kids have much smoother skin and fur than their mother, they don't look nearly as mean as she does, and all in all they look much more human than her.

Me and Runt have no kids. Apparently she is unable to have any. How ever that doesn't stop her from trying, and she being very desperate for a baby of her own, she really keeps trying. and Scar keeps saving me from her when she start trying too hard.

The Minotaur stayed in the palace with her husband, They have at least 6 kids that have left from home by now. The kids are much smaller than their mother, and just like My and scar's kids, they look much more human than their mother.

I've also heard some talking that there is new name for her kind, Holstaur or something like that.

Also I've heard similar stories from the orc tribes, and ogre tribes, Kids who have human parents look much more human than ones with orcish or ogrish parents. Althuogh we have noticed that there seemingly isn't any boys born which is a bit worrying, but I guess they too can substitute a human for father.