Warm candlelight flickered across the rough stone walls of the underground den, making the shadows of the four hulking troglodytes dance like living nightmares. The air was thick with musk, wax, and the wet sounds of tongues on skin.

Lila Rosethorn sat perched in the center of a wide wooden platform piled with furs and stolen blankets, her teal dress ruined and bunched around her waist. Her heavy breasts spilled over the pulled-down bodice, nipples hard and glistening from the beasts’ saliva. Two massive troglodytes held her arms wide, their long, slimy tongues dragging slow, hungry stripes up her neck and across her flushed cheeks. A third brute knelt between her spread thighs, thick tongue lapping greedily along the soaked crotch of her pink panties while his heavy cock throbbed against her white stocking. The fourth loomed behind her, clawed hands squeezing her corset-tight waist, his dripping tongue flicking across the swell of her breasts.

Lila’s head lolled back, short blonde hair sticking to her sweat-damp forehead. Her blue eyes fluttered, half-lidded and glassy with unwanted pleasure. “Ah—! N-not so deep… please…” she whimpered, the words breaking into a shaky moan as the tongue between her legs pushed the lace aside and dragged hot and wet directly over her swollen clit. Her thighs trembled in their stockings, brown boots scraping uselessly against the wood.

The troglodytes growled in low, guttural approval, their cocks leaking and twitching against her soft skin.

Then the heavy iron door at the far end of the chamber groaned open.

Lila’s eyes snapped wide, locking onto the newcomer with a desperate, tear-glazed stare. Her lips parted, chest heaving as another long lick dragged across her dripping folds.

“P-please…” she gasped, voice hoarse and trembling between moans. “You… you came… Help me— or— or join them… I-I can’t… I can’t hold back much longer…”

Her words dissolved into a broken cry as one of the brutes sucked her nipple into his mouth with a wet slurp. The four beasts never stopped their relentless worship, tongues and hands roaming greedily over their captured prize, waiting to see what the newcomer would do.

The night in the Gloomfang den had only just begun.