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//hp loss to an imp
//the current scene could be kept as a nephilia special

//It feels like something you can potentially encounter on one of your first explores should take it into account
noob = factory not completed, I guess

You can\PYZsq{}t let yourself fall here, not [if (noob) \PYZob{}this soon|like this\PYZcb{}], not to an imp. But your [if (singleleg) \PYZob{}body\PYZsq{}s|legs are\PYZcb{}] heavier than [if (singleleg) \PYZob{}it|they\PYZcb{}] should be, your [if (isgoo) \PYZob{}entire being burns|lungs burn\PYZcb{}] with exertion, and every breath comes shallow and quick, never enough to pull yourself together. Even as you [if (singleleg) \PYZob{}slump over|stumble\PYZcb{}], he doesn\PYZsq{}t let up, slashing and kicking and punching until your vision wavers in and out to the beat of his blows. Even your [if (isgoo) \PYZob{}cohesion seems to falter|bones seem to ache\PYZcb{}] as everything blurs to the sour red of imp\PYZhy{}flesh and [if (isgoo) \PYZob{}Marethian soil|blood\PYZcb{}].

The world wobbles and sways as you struggle to [if (singleleg) \PYZob{}rise|climb to your feet\PYZcb{}], but the imp is faster, already on top of you far quicker than you can react. Each lash of his claws [if (isgoo) \PYZob{}tears into your body|stings against your [skinshort]\PYZcb{}], only stopping once your [if (isunarmed) \PYZob{}will to resist fades away|[weapon] falls from your hand[if (two\PYZhy{}handed) \PYZob{}s\PYZcb{}]\PYZcb{}] and you lie motionless on the ground, dust on your lips. You\PYZsq{}ve hardly a chance to breathe before two sandaled feet settle on your arms, his weight both barely\PYZhy{}there yet overwhelming, the dull pain and [if (high corruption) \PYZob{}lush scent|stench\PYZcb{}] of corruption a constant reminder of your loss. He won\PYZsq{}t budge, no matter how much you struggle, and the only thing you can do is [if (isunarmed) \PYZob{}wince as he grinds your [skindesc] into the [if (lake) \PYZob{}sand|dirt\PYZcb{}]|watch as he tosses your [weapon] aside\PYZcb{}].

This isn\PYZsq{}t how you ever saw your quest going\PYZhy{}\PYZhy{}[if (noob) \PYZob{}a year of|all your\PYZcb{}] training gone with nothing but a flash of claws and flutter of wings\PYZhy{}\PYZhy{}and though you try not to think about what\PYZsq{}ll happen next, it\PYZsq{}s impossible to ignore the way his loincloth strains at the tie and bulges from within. Especially when the scent of salt and musk nearly makes you gag, and it comes as the smallest mercy when the imp finally steps away and you can draw deep breaths of the [timeofday] air.

It doesn\PYZsq{}t last. Not when his hands slip under your side, his claws tracing down your body as if to remind you they\PYZsq{}re still there. His every touch crawls across you[if (!isgoo)\PYZob{}r [skinshort]\PYZcb{}] like a swarm of ants, and your [if (isgoo) \PYZob{}slime splashes across the ground|spine runs cold\PYZcb{}] as he grunts and flaps his wings, pushing and pushing until the world teeters on its edge. You try to brace yourself, try to grab at him, but battered as you are, you\PYZsq{}re no match for even his strength.

With one final shove, you come down hard upon your back.

//xxx does the singleleg stuff want [legs] or [leg]
The imp is on you before your vision clears, [if (isnaked) \PYZob{}[if (singleleg) \PYZob{}his weight heavy on your [legs] as he holds you in place|his breath hot and frantic on your [legs] as he pries them apart\PYZcb{}]|[if (isnakedlower) \PYZob{}not even bothering to take off your [armor] before he [if (singleleg) \PYZob{}straddles|pries apart\PYZcb{}] your [legs]|his foul claws pulling at your [armor] until the last of your protection falls away\PYZcb{}]\PYZcb{}]. His loincloth does little to hide his growing size as he presses tighter against your [skinshort], your soul drinking in the heat of his corruption until your head swims and warmth [if (lust \PYZgt{} something) \PYZob{}flares|pools\PYZcb{}] [if (isgenderless) \PYZob{}within your gut|between your thighs\PYZcb{}]. All you can do is swallow down the sickening sensation of your own body betraying you, your [genitalsdetail] [if (hascock) \PYZob{}growing[if (isherm) \PYZob{} and \PYZcb{}]\PYZcb{}][if (hasvagina) \PYZob{}slickening|clenching\PYZcb{}] even as you want nothing more than for [if (isherm || cocks \PYZgt{} 1) \PYZob{}them|it\PYZcb{}] to stop.

But the more you try to [if (isnaga) \PYZob{}thrash your tail|[if (isgoo) \PYZob{}jiggle around|kick your legs\PYZcb{}]\PYZcb{}] and throw him off, the more [if (isherm || cocks \PYZgt{} 1) \PYZob{}they pulse|it pulses\PYZcb{}] to a rhythm that is not your own. Each time you struggle, his magic slithers further across your [skinshort], soon resting sickly sweet on your lips and settling thick on your tongue, filling your mind with little more than dull haze and throaty laughter. Distantly you hear the shuffling of flesh and slip of cloth against the ground, his scent heavier than it\PYZsq{}s ever been, and every part of you curls tighter as something hot and slick brushes against your [if (hasballs) \PYZob{}[balls]|thighs\PYZcb{}].

Something firm enough to tell you this is really happening, that you\PYZsq{}ve [if (noob) \PYZob{}fallen like who knows how many champions before|been bested by an imp\PYZcb{}], and his tar\PYZhy{}stained eyes burn alive with malicious glee when you make the mistake of glancing up. They bore into you as he presses closer, sticky warmth creeping across your stomach even as you drag yourself back, and though you try not to look, you can\PYZsq{}t help but shudder at the first sight of his cock, [if (demon cock) \PYZob{}even more perverse than your own|a truly inhuman thing\PYZcb{}], bloated and bumpy against your [if (hasscales || isgoo) \PYZob{}body|flesh\PYZcb{}]. The smell alone brings bile to your lips, and you can barely keep it from spilling forth as his claws slip around your [legs] and jerk them up, his grip too tight to get away. All you can do is squirm in his hands as he grinds his shaft against [if (cocks \PYZgt{} 1) \PYZob{}one of \PYZcb{}]your [if (hascock) \PYZob{}own|[if (hasvagina) \PYZob{}[vagina]|bare groin\PYZcb{}]\PYZcb{}], [if (demon cock) \PYZob{}its|the strange\PYZcb{}] nubs and nodules [if (hascock) \PYZob{}caressing the head[if (cocks \PYZgt{} 1) \PYZob{}s\PYZcb{}] of your [cocks]|the first traces of his lust [if (lust \PYZgt{} something \PYZam{}\PYZam{} hasvagina) \PYZob{}mixing with your own|staining your [skinshort]\PYZcb{}]\PYZcb{}].

Then it slips down with deliberate slowness, and you can count every bump and vein as it [if (hasvagina) \PYZob{}parts your outer lips|slides across your [if (hasballs) \PYZob{}[balls]|body\PYZcb{}]\PYZcb{}], never stopping even as you try to [if (singleleg) \PYZob{}resist|pull your legs together\PYZcb{}]. The heat pouring off the imp snatches away your breath when he leans in, but no matter where you look, you can\PYZsq{}t escape his hungry stare. There\PYZsq{}s no soul lurking behind those eyes. No, there\PYZsq{}s nothing but an emptiness that [if (hasskin) \PYZob{}makes your skin crawl|shudders [if (isgoo) \PYZob{}through your body|down your spine\PYZcb{}]\PYZcb{}] with his every strained grunt, and your fingers curl into the [if (lake) \PYZob{}sand|dirt\PYZcb{}] as he pushes forward until stale sweat and unwashed breath burn in your nose.

His own nostrils flare as he brushes against your [if (lust \PYZgt{} something \PYZam{}\PYZam{} hasvagina) \PYZob{}shamefully slick \PYZcb{}]entrance, and his hands [if (hasscales) \PYZob{}grip tighter to|dig into\PYZcb{}] your [if (isbiped) \PYZob{}thighs|[legs]\PYZcb{}] as soon as you make the slightest effort to pull away. But still you try, throwing back your head and [if (singleleg) \PYZob{}lashing out with your [if (isnaga) \PYZob{}tail|body\PYZcb{}]|kicking your feet\PYZcb{}] even as his claws [if (isgoo) \PYZob{}rip out chunks of your slime|[if (hasscales) \PYZob{}cut off your circulation|drip with your blood\PYZcb{}]\PYZcb{}]. Only when you lie still does he let go, and the smile that spreads across his face spreads like ice in your gut.

//xxx [asshole] here will spit out something about being a virgin, right?
You don\PYZsq{}t even get a chance to blink away the tears before he slams forward, [if (virgin) \PYZob{}[if (hasvagina) \PYZob{}tearing through your purity|piercing your [asshole]|tearing through the last of your resistance\PYZcb{}]\PYZcb{}] in a single fell stroke. Every nub on his tainted cock burns its way across your walls as he [if (low looseness) \PYZob{}forces his way inside|sinks into your depths\PYZcb{}], and already you can feel his corruption seeping into your [skindesc], a [if (high corruption) \PYZob{}strangely pleasant|sickly\PYZhy{}sour\PYZcb{}] warmth that leaves you squirming limply in his grip. Yet he doesn\PYZsq{}t slow down, each inch [if (low looseness) \PYZob{}stretching you to your limits|spreading you wider\PYZcb{}] until his hips crash against your own and drive the breath from your [if (isgoo) \PYZob{}lips|lungs\PYZcb{}]. You gasp for air but it doesn\PYZsq{}t come, ripped [if (isgoo) \PYZob{}away|from your lips\PYZcb{}] when he holds your [if (isbiped) \PYZob{}legs|body\PYZcb{}] in place and pulls you all the way down his length. 

Your entire being seems to shrivel up as [if (hasvagina) \PYZob{}he bottoms out against your womb|every last inch presses hot and hard on your guts, his balls firm against your [skinshort]\PYZcb{}]. Already traces of his demonic seed stain your soul, and you can\PYZsq{}t stop yourself from shuddering when you realize this is [if (noob) \PYZob{}where your journey\PYZsq{}s taken you, and now you\PYZsq{}re|your fate now, to be\PYZcb{}] nothing more than a demon\PYZsq{}s [if (hasvagina) \PYZob{}[incubator], your own body stolen to [if (noob) \PYZob{}further damn the world you were sent to save|bring more [if (low corruption) \PYZob{}evil|imps\PYZcb{}] into the world\PYZcb{}]|conquest, another champion for them to use and abuse until you too break like all the rest\PYZcb{}]. For a moment, at least, but then even that thought is gone beneath a heavy grunt and the scrape of [if (lake) \PYZob{}sand|dirt\PYZcb{}] against your back. The next thrust burns a dull ache deep inside and speckles his sweat across your [skindesc], and the imp never stops hammering into your [if (hasvagina) \PYZob{}[vagina]|[asshole]\PYZcb{}], even as you whimper at each blow.

To your dismay, it only seems to encourage him more. He hilts himself inside you with abandon, his eyes crazed and lost to lust, and each bump and every nub lining his cock strikes sore against your bruised walls as his pace rises to a frantic beat. His claws tense around your [legs], and though you can\PYZsq{}t shake off the sick feeling curling around your stomach, you try not to think about what\PYZsq{}s coming.

It\PYZsq{}s no use. Not when he pins you close and thrusts with all his strength, sinking inch after inch into you until you\PYZsq{}re completely filled, completely defiled. Each pulse of his cock echoes [if (isgoo) \PYZob{}in your core|as a shiver down your spine\PYZcb{}], and a [if (high corruption) \PYZob{}fierce|cold\PYZcb{}] fire runs through you at the first spurt of his tainted cum. You squirm against him as it oozes stickily\PYZhy{}slick into your depths, settling over you with a festering warmth. But still he bucks his hips, and already you feel the [if (high corruption) \PYZob{}welcome|smothering\PYZcb{}] haze of corruption threatening to slip over you, growing ever\PYZhy{}stronger as more and more of his seed pools inside.

It sits on you like a [if (hasskin) \PYZob{}second skin|layer of filth\PYZcb{}] by the time he shudders his last and pulls out, but battered as you are, you barely register the dull release of his hands from your thighs. So much so that you\PYZsq{}ve scarcely time to brace yourself before you hit the [if (lake) \PYZob{}beach|ground\PYZcb{}] with a numb [i:thump], but even then the pain isn\PYZsq{}t enough to block out the sickening sensation of warmth trickling from your [if (hasvagina) \PYZob{}[vagina]|[asshole]\PYZcb{}] and drying on your [skindesc].

The last thing you remember is a rush of wings and the [if (lake) \PYZob{}waves lapping at the shore|soft touch of the wind\PYZcb{}], before it\PYZsq{}s all swept up beneath the black...
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