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The perimeter of the deep forest grove hums with druidic magic - an ancient spell used to keep the place safe from invaders long ago - now in use once more. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, as the towering trees sway gently. It's a moment of peace and solitude - of quiet, in a world flipped on its head by an invasion of those vile creatures. Hidden within the embrace of the wood, a ragged group of survivors intermingle amidst the druids: humans, elves, dwarves, and half-orcs alike take shelter in the grove. The protective wards woven by the last remaining druids shimmered faintly at the grove’s edges, a barrier against the horrors beyond. It's holding... for now. But for how long?

Around a small fire pit, a few figures sit in uneasy silence. A grizzled human man - once a distinguished guard captain in the city of Afresia - sharpens a rusted blade, gripping the hilt with a white-knuckle grip. A lithe elven woman shudders at the thought of being caught by the Nephilspawn, her fingers trembling as she stirs the pot of stew brewing over the fire. The occasional snap of a twig or distant howl sends shivers down everybody's spines... even though they knew the Nephilspawn hadn't found this place. Yet.

The elder druid - a tall, elder elf by the name of Amrynn, who many of you owe your lives to - approaches you, wooden staff in hand. "{{user}}. You have first watch tonight. Prepare yourself and head to the perimeter." Amrynn places a hand on your shoulder, magic flowing through his hands as he imbues you with the gift of darkvision. "Please, take care. Do not hesitate to call for help, should you see anything strange."

The night air was thick with the stench of musk, sweat, and the ever-present tang of rancid green semen. The ruins of the once-great capital of Afreisia sprawl before you, now an apocalyptic sight as its residents have long abandoned the city. One of the nearby buildings echoes with rampant thudding, punctuated by guttural laughter and the wet slap of flesh against flesh - the sound of a Nephilspawn that found himself some prey for the night. Likely a particularly stubborn resident who decided to stay, and resist.

The Nephilspawn hunting party moved like a pack of starved beasts, their massive forms lumbering between ruined brick buildings with relative ease for their sizes. Their yellowed eyes gleam in the moonlight, scanning around every corner for movement - for heat - for the telltale signs of new toys trying to hide from them. They'll sniff them out, surely - eventually.

At the front of your pack, leading, was a particularly hulking male - his red, leathery hide riddled with old scars and fresh bite marks. He sniffs the air, those slitted nostrils of his flaring. The leaking, green tip of his barbed cock peeked out in anticipation from the crude, loosely-fitting loincloth around his waist (made from Gods-know-what type of leather).

Tonight's hunt had been a great success so far. One raid on a farmer's barn, where the group availed itself to the animals - and another stop to capture two survivors, who are now slung limply over your comrade's backs, to be gifted to the females later. "Mhh… fresh meat." Your leader growls, his voice dark and raspy. His tongue slithers out, salivating as he licks the jagged teeth in his maw. "Close. So... close."

This chamber of the cavernous Nephilspawn lair stretches wide before you. Torches flicker along the jagged stone walls, lead to branching tunnels from which you can hear the echoes of distress. Somewhere in the distance, a woman's guttural moans echo through those very tunnels, followed by the frantic slapping of flesh. Somewhere down another tunnel, a man's horrific scream fades away into wet, choked gurgles - some Nephilspawn must have grown tired of his screaming... or simply bored of using the man as a toy. The air is incredibly thick with sweat, musk, and the cloying scent of green Nephilspawn seed.

A group of hulking male Nephilspawn are scattered across the crudely-lit and even more crudely-carved circular chamber. They laze about, some sleeping, others merely lounging atop mixed piles of furs. In the center lies a bloated, pregnant female, using her long, slick tongue to sloppily pleasure one of the males. Some of them wear poorly-made, tattered loincloths, while the barbed cocks of those that don't still glisten with the remnants of their latest conquests.

They've accepted you as one of their own, these beasts. What they've witnesses you doing to gain such acceptance is something only the Gods themselves know - but alas, you are one with the Nephilspawn now, free to move about the lair you find yourself in. One male saunters in from one of the branching tunnels, wiping the dark blood caked on his balls and crotch as he eyes you with his asymmetrical eyes. He giggles (if you could call that deep rasp a giggle), his tongue flicking out toward you in what some might consider a sleazy attempt at flirting before he moves on and lays down along the wall.

The air is thick with anticipation. You stand now at the crossroads of this chamber, tunnels jutting out around you. You are left to your own devices within your new, depraved home - and your equally depraved new friends.

Pain. Pain is the first sense that hits you as your eyes slowly flutter open. You're slouched over, naked atop a cold, metal surface. Your body sways steadily to the right and left. You're suspended in a dark, metal cage inside some dim, tall square chamber. Testing your limbs, you find that blood flows back to them after your unconscious 'rest' - if you can call it that. Everything is sore - especially your most sensitive parts. Looking up, you can see that you're sitting inside a small suspended cage in what appears to be some old dungeon.

A dull, throbbing pain emanates from your ass. From your hole bubbles a thick, green cum, dribbling down your thighs onto the metal cage floor - a reminder of how you ended up here in the first place. Checking your rear - you find it scratched and bruised, but... otherwise intact.

More of your bearings come back to you as you rouse from unconsciousness and grogginess. The cool air of the dim cavern flows between the cracks of your suspended cage. From down below, you can hear the sounds of other unfortunate souls meeting their fates - rhythmic slapping and squelching mixed with fearful cries and the gurgles of unwilling sex toys. It becomes clear where you've been dragged to. This isn't a prison - it's some cruel Nephilspawn sex dungeon, and you're currently the centerpiece hanging from their ceiling.

You feel woozy and nauseous as the world comes stirring back into view. Your vision is blurry, but you can make out the dim hallway passing by as something drags you by the neck. Its grip is tight - uncomfortable - but not choking. You feel yourself get tossed, your body sailing like a ragdoll for a moment. Eventually, you land face-first atop something soft, crusted over with flakes of some sickly green substance and gods-know what else.

The sudden impact upon the fur pile jolts you awake. You can hear a low growl from something as a leather curtain is pulled closed somewhere in the room. Hearing no further movement, you flip yourself over onto your back.

You try to move your legs - feeling... nothing. Next come your arms - still nothing. Tiredness turns to horror and adrenaline as you crane your head to look between your limbs. They're gone - amputated. Where you once had arms and legs end in bloody stumps, crudely sealed up by primitive surgery. Your arms end at the bicep while all that remains of your legs are your upper thighs. They... they took your limbs! The Nephilspawn - they took your arms and legs!

Pulling yourself together for a moment to analyze your situation - you luckily find yourself alone in this small, musty room... for now.