//pc explores the bog after promising Fran to find Emily; 
As you trudge through the bog's mud and vegetation, you hunt for any clues that might lead you closer to discovering Emily's whereabouts. You promised Fran you would find her elder sister, though you don't have much information to work off of. While wading through some waist-high water, you shout Emily's name in hopes you might receive a response. Your voice does echo back, but you fail to get any reply from the missing girl. Not unexpected, though you can't deny it is disheartening as continue carefully combing this shadowy place. 

Wiping the sweat from your brow, you brush aside some tall grass to lay your eyes on a clearing. You enter the open space, leaning your back against a nearby tree for some rest. As you take this moment to catch your breath, you consider what might have possibly happened to Emily.

It isn't long before your thoughts are interrupted by a strange shuffling sound coming from behind, or rather, above you. Quickly backing away from the tree, you spin around to see a chameleon-girl in the midst of shifting colors. You raise your [weapon] as she peels herself off the trunk, the strange lizard-girl glaring daggers at you. [say: Seem to be a lot of you outsiders wandering around here these days,] she growls. [say: Thinking you all can just trample through my territory without suffering any consequences!] 

From the way she's readying her claws, it seems you're going to have a fight on your hands!

//Use the normal chameleon-girl combat stuff; 

//Add this option to the chameleon-girl victory scenes until pc finds the bog fort; 
[Emily] .tooltip = Ask the chameleon-girl whether she's seen Emily.

//Emily; 
You crouch down next to your fallen foe, asking if she's seen anyone dressed in a raggedy black robe wandering around lately. She questions you back in a rather smug tone, [say: Even if I did, why would I bother telling you anything?] Raising a brow, you remind her she's currently at your mercy, and [b:really] might want to reconsider talking to you like that. There's no guarantee your patience will hold out for long should she elect to keep up the attitude. 

She grits her teeth at your words, begrudgingly informing you, [say: I haven't seen anyone like that anywhere! Aside from you though, there have been a lot more imps wandering around lately.] You feel like she isn't lying about not seeing Emily, but you don't recall seeing any imps while exploring the bog... Maybe you should find an imp around here and see what it could tell you?

Waving the chameleon-girl off, you let her scramble back up the nearby tree. You ignore the furious look she gives you, and start making your way back to camp.
[Next]

//PC explores bog a few days after questioning the chameleon-girl; let the player encounter imps in the bog now; Here's what [impweapon] can use: rusty sword, chipped hatchet, or broken spear.
While wandering through the bog, you struggle across the muddy terrain and fight against the overgrown plant life which often blocks your path. Insects buzz all around, some even annoyingly trying to fly right into your eyes. You swat them away, but it does little to deter the abundant pests. Suffering through the stench of rotting eggs and many other repugnant odors that seem common place to this mire, you continue your search for Emily. It's rather disappointing you have not found her yet. Shouting her name, you fail to get any response beyond your own echo, and that of frogs who croak far off in the distance. 

Slogging into some muck, you hear the bushes nearby begin to rustle. You stop in your tracks, raising your [weapon] and soon see an imp poke his ugly mug out from the lush undergrowth. He steps out, looking just like any other imp you've seen in your travels. Something that does grab your attention, however, is the [impweapon] clutched in his hand. 

As the demon moves towards you, licking his lips, you prepare yourself to fight this repulsive foe.

//PC fighting an armed imp; add this line to the imp description?; can the normal imp loss scenes be used here?;
[b: He is currently armed with a [impweapon]!] 

//Imp attack line?;
The imp attacks you using his [impweapon]!

//PC won; Add this dialogue option to any imps the player beats up in the bog;
[Question] .tooltip = Question why he's out here.

//Question; first time; 
Standing over the defeated demon, you step onto his back to prevent him from crawling away. The imp looks over his shoulder, glaring at you in defiance. You ask the imp what he's doing out here. It's strange they would suddenly begin wandering about the bog. He refuses to answer, so you start to apply pressure to his back. He lets out a yelp, his fingers digging into the mud. Slowly, you begin pushing down some more. You inform him you'll stop so long as he answers your questions. The demon eagerly nods in response, so you let up on him enough so that he can at least breathe. You demand he talk now before you run out of patience for him.

He tells you in an annoyed tone, [say: A demon set up shop around here and promised to give out pussy, food, and a place to sleep for anyone that worked for him! I didn't know I'd be stuck having to keep guard outside at night sometimes though. I fucking hate all the bugs and shit around here! They keep biting at my cock and balls, so I just decided to take a weapon and bail instead.] Intrigued, you attempt to learn who this demon is, and where this fortress might happen to be. [say: The demon is some weirdo. I forgot his dumb name, and I don't remember where the dump is, alright!? Everything around here looks the fucking same, so I probably couldn't find my way back there even if I wanted to.] 

//Question; second time; 
Striding over to the defeated imp, you demand he tell you what he's doing out here. The imp merely cackles in response. He doesn't appear to be taking you very seriously. His laughter stops however, when you shove his face down into the mud and hold him there for a few moments. He struggles, squirming desperately to lift his head and get some precious oxygen into his lungs. You let him, but remark you'll give him another mud bath unless he talks. The imp gulps, hesitantly nodding in understanding. Seeing he is willing to cooperate, you order him to explain why he's out here again.

The imp spitefully informs you, [say: I'm out here because I was chosen for patrol today with some of the others and one of the higher up demons. We're supposed to find something that the boss wants. If I didn't get separated from the others, you'd be the one face down in the mud!] You shoving his mug back into the watery muck again for his added remark. Letting him struggle for a few moments, you elect to allow him raise his head and listen as the imp hacks up the gunk he just inhaled. Asking if he happens to be from that fort the last imp told you about prompts him to merely scowl at you. You suppose that'd be a yes, so you insist to know where it is. [say: I just told you how I got separated from the others, didn't I? I'm fucking lost, you cunt!] 

//Question; third time; 
Standing triumphantly over the defeated demon, you demand he tell you what he's doing out here. The imp glares back in response, spitting to the side. Stepping onto his chest, you force him onto his back and slowly begin applying your weight. His body begins sinking into the mud as he struggles against you in his weakened state. You hear the cracking of bone as he lets out an agonized yelp. He screams and coughs, [say: I'll talk, I'll talk!] Pleased by his change of heart, you let up and order him to explain what he's doing out here. 

[say: I got separated from my patrol,] he hurriedly replies. [say: We're looking for some weird creature our boss wants! It's a... an umpire or something! He caught one a while back and wants to see if he can find another one living out here.] Raising a brow, you question whether he happens to mean a vampire and he enthusiastically nods. [say: That's it! Yeah, a vampire!] You press him to tell you what the vampire looks like, keen to know whether it could be Emily. He replies, [say: I-I only saw it once... The thing looked like a little girl that had black hair down to her shoulders, really pale skin, red eyes, and huge fangs too.] Knowing the demons have supposedly captured a vampire, you can only imagine it's Emily they have in their corrupted clutches.

You order him to tell you where the fort is while putting a bit more pressure on his chest. He urgently lets you know, [say: It's to— to the west, I think? It's surrounded by stone walls, you really can't miss it!] 
[Go] .tooltip = Let the imp go.
[Finish him] .tooltip = Execute him.
 
//Go; 
You let the imp up, telling him to get out of your sight before you decide to change your mind. He promptly scrambles to his feet, even leaving his [impweapon] behind as dashes off into the undergrowth.

//Finish him
You [if (pc armed) {use your [weapon] to finish the imp off}|{make short work of the imp}] and leave his lifeless corpse to mother nature.

//From either above; 
As you start heading back to your camp, you mull over what the imp told you.
[Next]

//PC finds the "bog fort" a few days after questioning three imps; 
You boldly stride through the bog, brushing aside the overgrown foliage that obstructs your path. The branches you push out of your way often violently swing back at you, nearly striking you straight in the face. Demons and this land's corrupted inhabitants are bad enough, but even mother nature is trying to attack you, it seems. Ducking under the branches from now on, you carry onwards, hoping that you may happen to find something that will lead you to Emily. Stopping for a moment to wipe some sweat from your brow, you find yourself grateful for the gentle breeze that blows across your [skin]. That pleasant sensation soon vanishes however, leaving you with only the bog's muggy air. You keep trekking through the marsh, soon wading into some waist-high water. Frogs croak in the distance and insects excitedly buzz all around as you carefully cross the quagmire. Upon getting to the other side, you part the tall grass to have an impressive structure enter your view. 

It appears you've discovered an old fort, now lost and forgotten by those who had once built it. You cannot see beyond the towering stone walls that appear to surround the structure from where you are currently standing. Keeping yourself hidden in the abundant foliage, you search for the fort's front entrance. Luckily, you manage to find it without much trouble. You see three imps standing around the entry way, each gripping a weapon in their vile hands. Wooden palisades are set up around the area too. They'd likely impale any who would attempt to flank the demons currently on guard duty. Just beyond them, you can see a muddy courtyard and stone keep which holds an unknown number of foes. You can't manage to see any other imps that might be lurking around.

Perhaps you should search for a back entrance? You're sure charging in through the front will end up alerting any others who might be living inside the keep.

//PC returning to the "bog fort" after having found it; 
You make your way back to the old bog fortress, the towering stone walls soon coming into your sight. Staying hidden in the tall grass, you see [if (pc fought imps) {they haven't refreshed the imps you defeated yet}|{three imps standing around the entryway. They are each armed with a weapon. You are certain attacking them will likely draw out more from inside the old fortress}].
[Front] .tooltip = You charge the front entrance.
[Back Door] .tooltip = Look around for a back entrance.
[Leave] .tooltip = Return to camp for now.

//Leave; 
You leave the imposing fortress behind for now, making your way back to camp.
[Next]

//Back Door; first time; 
Approaching through the front would likely be a foolish endeavor. There is no way to know just how [i:many] demons might be lurking inside the fortress. Searching for an alternative entrance is undeniably the safer route. While staying hidden in the tall grass surrounding the stone structure, you find your way to the stronghold's rear. Even more foliage is growing around a particular spot near the stone wall. You check your surroundings, making sure the coast is clear before leaving your cover. No imps are standing guard here, providing you the freedom to advance towards the towering wall. 

You brush aside the high grass growing behind the fortress to discover a hidden drainage tunnel! A rusty grate is the only thing preventing you from going any further forward. You touch the old bars, and the entire thing practically falls apart with a [b:clang]. Gazing into the tunnel, you can only see darkness ahead.

//Back door; second time; 
You use the tall grass for cover as you make your way behind the fortress again. Carefully checking your surroundings, you make sure no imps are sulking around before approaching the stronghold's back wall. You brush aside some tall grass, easily finding the drainage tunnel once more. The aged grate you removed still rests in the same spot. There is only darkness as you turn you gaze forward into the tunnel. 
[Enter] .tooltip = Enter the dark tunnel. 
[Leave] .tooltip = Leave the fortress for now.

//PC leaves; Didn't enter the tunnel; 
You back away from the drainage tunnel. Quietly, you wade into the towering foliage once more. Leaving the fortress behind, you brave the bog's hazards until you manage to arrive back at camp.
[Next]

//Room 1b; Drainage tunnel; 
[Sun]light barely illuminates where you currently stand. Much like the outside of the fortress, you're able to make out this passageway is built from similar gray stone. Some moss clings to one of the walls in thick clumps. There is a repugnant stench faintly hanging in the air and you find yourself unable to resist crinkling your nose in disgust at the odor. Water leisurely flows down from further ahead. Taking a closer look at the liquid reveals it's a rather rusty color. It'd probably be unwise to try drinking it.
[North]
[South]

//Room 2b; Drainage tunnel;
No noise exists in the tunnel other than your breathing and the water's gentle flow. Without any light, you place your hand on the cool wall to help guide your way, and to keep you steady as well. A shiver races up your spine as you mistakenly brush your fingers against an unseen, moist moss clump. As you head deeper, you find the nasty odor in the air grows stronger and stronger. 
[North]
[South]

//Room 3b; Drainage tunnel; 
Carefully, you continue treading through this pitch-black tunnel. Despite it being dark in here, you can tell the water has grown even murkier. It almost appears to be an inky black now. You certainly don't want to slip and mistakenly fall in, so you keep your hand on the wall. Luckily, the water's flow remains gentle enough that it won't end up knocking you over. Stopping for a moment, you find the stench lingering in the air unbearable. After taking a moment to collect yourself, you press onwards again.
[North]
[South]

//Room 4b; Drainage tunnel; 
You're currently standing at the tunnel's end, and can see a small slope leading up to [if (pc removed grate){a wide opening}|{a rusted grate}]. The water flowing down the passageway passes from underneath the manmade hill. You can see the stone incline is stained a dark red. It shouldn't be difficult to head up it and [if (pc removed grate){enter in through the hole}|{remove the grate}].
[North] 
[South]
//Room 5b; First time PC entering from room 4b; 
[Walking] up the steep incline, you come to a rusted grate blocking an opening and that horrible smell floating in the air hits you full force. It reeks like meat that has been left out in the sun for too long. Gagging and coughing, you back away and nearly end up emptying the contents of your stomach onto the ground. It takes you a few moments to finally collect yourself. Now prepared for the revolting stench, you cover your nose as you peek in between the grate's gaps to see what lies in the room beyond. A few oddly shaped objects appear to be hanging from the ceiling. It's too dark for you to clearly make out what exactly they are however, or for you to see anything else that might be lurking in here either. You grab the rusty bars, giving them a gentle tug. They manage come free without much effort! Quietly, you set the aged grate aside before venturing forward.
[Next]

//Room 5b; corpse disposal; 
There is[if (pc removed grate) {an open hole here leading out to a dark passageway}|{a rusted grate blocking the way forward. You could likely remove it without much effort}]. Hanging above your head are countless bodies which have large hooks sticking through their chests. Some are missing arms, legs, and a couple have no limbs left at all, leaving them as nothing but bloody torsos. Crimson stains appear to be randomly splattered across the stone floor.
[North]
[West] [South] [East]

//Room 12b; pc enters from room 7 and doesn't have "Aged key"; door locks if pc doesn't have key;
Heading down the stairs, you come to an iron door. It's heavy, [if (pc str < 50){even your powerful}|{your}] muscles straining in an attempt to push it open. The door lets out a loud groan, gradually yielding to your efforts. Upon forcing it open, you're assaulted by a horrible stench originating from the pitch-black room the door was barring. You can barely make out a few oddly shaped objects hanging from the ceiling. It's hard to say what they are from where you're currently standing. Entering the shadowy space, you're suddenly startled by a deafening [b:bang]. You turn around to discover the heavy iron door has swung shut behind you! Grabbing its handle, you pull as hard as you can. Your efforts are unfortunately fruitless. It doesn't seem to budge an inch! As you inspect the old door closely, you are able to find it has a keyhole. Maybe you can find the key in here, or at least discover another way out...
[Next]

//Room 12b; corpse disposal; 
There is a heavy, iron door here covered in brown rust and tiny scratches. [if (pc used "Aged key"){Pulling on the door's handle earns you an eerie screech as it drags across the floor to reveal a stone staircase leading upwards. It appears you can leave this ominous room through here}| (pc doesn't have/hasn't used "Aged Key"){Tugging on the handle reveals it's locked, thus preventing you from leaving through it. You suppose you'll need to find the key or simply find another way out}]. The room is completely black. There's not an ounce of light in here to aid your vision. A horrible stink floats in the air that makes your stomach churn. Looking up, you can see countless corpses dangle from the ceiling. They have metal hooks stuck through their chests and are missing more than a few limbs. A few are even nothing but torsos now. You suppose that explains the disgusting smell... Many red stains notably mar the stone floor. They're splattered across it in a rather chaotic fashion.
[North]
[West] [South] [East]

//pc uses the "Aged Key"' 
You try using the aged key you found on the door to find it fits in the hole. There is a satisfying [i:click] as you turn the key. Curious, you pull on the door and find it opening with a [b:screech].  
[Next]

//Room 9b; corpse disposal;
Many bodies dangle above your head. The only noise in here is the blood occasionally dripping down from the dismembered figures. Through the darkness, you can see some of the corpses are covered in reptilian scales, others are simply bare skin. Wooden buckets are placed beneath the leaking bodies. They're so full, the blood is spilling over to dye the stone an almost black-red. [if (pc killed sack loli){Lifelessly lying on the floor, is the corpse of the twisted demon who attacked you.}] [if (pc didn't take chainsaw){Her strange contraption isn't that far from her unmoving body.] 
[North] [Contraption] .tooltip = Take the strange contraption.
[West] [South] [East]

//PC selects contraption; 
You pick up the odd contraption and examine it closer. Grabbing it by both of its leather handles, one hand above the square box, while the other at its back, you find it is heavy. A long blade covered in sharp teeth is attached to the front. A large crank juts out its side. Turning it proves tiresome, though the teeth on the blade slowly begin to spin faster and faster the more you turn it. You feel the machine quaking in your hands as the buzzing coming from it quickly grows deafening in volume. The teeth on the blade are now moving so fast that they're a mere blur. 

As you tightly hold the device, you continue to examine it, finding a button on the side. Curious, you press it. After it clicks, you feel the contraption's shaking slow down and the machine's spinning teeth gradually come to a halt. You have an idea of how this thing works now and figure it likely can't hurt to take it with you.
[Next]

//PC doesn't have space or whatever; 
You decide not to take this bizarre machine with you and set it back onto the floor where you found it.
[Next]

//Room 6b; corpse disposal;
Thankfully, there are no horrors awaiting you in this shadowy corner. You still find yourself feeling oddly uneasy, despite knowing no monster was lying in wait. Maybe it's just the smell from the decaying bodies above that's bothering you.
[North]
[West] [South] [East]

//Room 8b; corpse disposal;
You discover some old straw messily spread out on the floor here. Not too far from the pile is a bucket filled with murky water and a dirty old rag hangs off its rim. There is a primitive picture on the wall that could pass for a child's simple finger painting. It depicts a tiny stick figure holding something above its head, while a few larger ones are attempting to run away. [if (pc gifted sack loli Teddy bear){Another drawing is beside that one. This crude painting depicts a little stick figure being given something by a [if (pc is child){another tiny}|{bigger}] one.] The art seems to have been made with a red liquid. It probably isn't difficult to guess what the '[i:artist]' used.
[North]
[West] [South] [East]

//Room 11b; corpse disposal;
This corner contains nothing except darkness. At least there wasn't a demon or some corrupted beast lying in wait to ambush you. A few scratches and red large stains mar the wall and floor. It doesn't appear like there is any rhyme or reason to the markings here.
[North]
[West] [South] [East]

//Room 13b; corpse disposal;
You fail to find anything lurking in this corner. Taking a closer look, you can see faint scratches on the stone wall and dark-red splatters all over it. The floor displays the same markings too.
[North]
[West] [South] [East]

//Room 10b; corpse disposal;
Many scratches mar both the stone-gray wall and matching floor. Some are strangely large and deep, while others seem small and shallow. The crimson stains wildly splattered around are dry. It's a too dark in here for you to really see much else.
[North]
[West] [South] [East]

//Room 7b; corpse disposal; pc hasn't tried taking key from sack loli yet; 
You come across a small figure sitting slouched over in the corner. Letting your eyes adjust to the room's oppressive darkness, you see the delicate form belongs to a young girl. A brown burlap sack completely conceals her face from you. Spilling out from underneath the sack is jet-black hair which cascades down her back and stops at around her waist. There isn't anything covering her aside from that however, allowing you to freely gaze upon flat breasts and smooth slit. She's rather thin looking, her ribs faintly visible. Her skin is almost pure white, practically glowing and making her two pink nipples stand out on her prepubescent chest. You can see easily she has a lot of scars all over her body. In one of her childish hands is a rather strange contraption. It looks to be a box that has leather handle and a crank poking out one side. A blade covered in sharp teeth juts out from the front of it too. You'd think the odd device would be too heavy for someone with her delicate build to lug around. 

Curiously, an old key hangs off a string around her neck.
[Key] .tooltip = Take the key.
[North] 
[West] [South] [East]

//Room 7b; if pc took the key from sack loli, pc either gave her a teddy bear, pat her head or had gentle sex with her; 
You find the corrupted little girl sitting in the corner [if (pc gifted teddy bear){while hugging the teddy bear you gifted her against her bare chest. She looks up at you and hugs the toy one last time before setting it aside}]. She stands up, [if (pc&her had gentle sex){taking your hand and places it against her dampening slit. Slowly, she rocks her hips, rubbing your fingers along her entrance. A sweet sounding moan escapes her as her body trembles upon feeling your touch}|{tilting her from head side to side while letting out strange, yet happy sounds}]. 

You suppose she's happy to see you again. 
[North] [Interact] .tooltip = Spend some time with this odd girl.
[West] [South] [East]

//if interact; 
The strange girl watches you curiously as you mull over what you want to do.
[Appearance] .tooltip = Take a closer look at the girl.
[Talk] .tooltip = Try talking to her.
[Headpat] .tooltip = Pat her head.
[Teddy bear] .tooltip = You've got something for her.
[Sex] .tooltip = You're feeling frisky.
[Goodbye] .tooltip = You've gotta get going.

//Goodbye; 
You tell the peculiar girl you've got to get going. She lets out a disappointed whine, lowering her head before she sits back down in the corner [if (pc gifted teddy bear){and goes back to snuggling with the teddy bear you gave to her}].
[Next]

//Appearance; 
The corrupted girl before you is roughly [if (metric){a hundred and forty centimeters}|{four and a half feet}] tall. [if (pc removed her sack){Her face is covered in old scars, though she admittedly looks as cute as any other young girl from back home. Long black hair cascades down her back and stops at around her waist. She has two little black horns sticking out from her forehead that part her bangs. The girl's crimson eyes brightly glow as she curiously stares at you. As she smiles, and you manage to see she has numerous pointy teeth[if (pc met sharks){. They remind you of the shark-girls you encountered back at the lake}|{Her head is covered by a brown burlap sack which hides her face from your gaze. It has a little hole in it, big enough so she can watch you with a glowing red eye. Her black hair sticks out from under the burlap cloth. Its length spills down her back, stopping just slightly above her waist}].

She is completely naked as the day she was born, leaving her childish figure fully exposed to your gaze. You see her skin is practically pure white and covered in various scars. She has a flat chest adorned with two pink nipples which currently stand at attention. Between her slim thighs is a smooth slit that notably glistens. Her rear is barely bigger than her chest, suitable for her prepubescent hips.
[Next]

//Talk; 
[Her] .tooltip = Ask her about herself.
[Fort] .tooltip = Ask her about the fortress.
[You] .tooltip = Ask her what she thinks about you.
[Emily] .tooltip = Ask her about Emily.
[Back] .tooltip = Return to previous menu.

//Her; 
You decide to see what the girl can tell you about herself. She points to herself and shakes her head in response. Attempting to pry further only earns you the same answer. 

It seems she doesn't intend to discuss herself at all.
[Next]

//Fort; 
You try and ask the girl about the fortress. She places a finger to her lips, cocking her head to the side. She eventually points at the door on the other side of the room, then she points up. 

Trying to get more details only earns you a long, disinterested groan and slight shrug.
[Next]

//You; 
You try seeing what she thinks about you. She tilts her head a little at first, looking back at you in silence. The girl suddenly moves almost uncomfortably close to you, wrapping her arms around your waist in a single motion. A happy sigh escapes her while she fondly squeezes you. She holds onto you for a while before eventually letting you go.

[if (pc gifted teddy bear){You watch the girl turn around and bend over, unintentionally showing off her ass to you, as she picks up the teddy bear you gave her. She happily spins around, showing you the stuffed animal and giving it a gleeful hug. She lets out an oddly sweet noise before giving the toy one last squeeze and carefully putting back it down. The corrupted girl gives you another hug, squeezing you like she did her teddy bear.}]

It would appear she is fond of you.
[Next]

//Emily; 
You try to ask the girl about Emily, and she just stares at you oddly. She eventually shrugs and looks at the ceiling, tilting her head from side to side. The girl shrugs again, letting a strange grunt. As you look up at the ceiling, you see the many mangled corpses hanging above. 

You suppose if she's met Emily, she would have likely killed her already.
[Next]

//Headpat;
You reach out, the young girl shutting her eyes as you place your hand on her head. [if (pc removed her sack){She hesitantly opens her eyes, staring at you while you brush your fingers along her scalp. You find her black locks are surprisingly smooth and silky to the touch. She lets out a pleased sigh, soon closing her eyes. You notice an adorable smile appear on her face as you continue stroking her head. It's clear she's enjoying this, so you keep on petting her over and over again. Your arm soon begins to tire however. As you try pulling your hand away, the girl lets out a disappointed whimper and grabs your wrist. She puts your hand back on her head, obviously wanting more. 

Even corrupted children seem to appreciate having their head pat}|{The girl opens her sole red eye, gazing at you while you gently stroke the top of her head through the coarse cloth. Her warmth manages to reach your hand, even with the sack she's wearing being in the way. A happy sigh escapes the girl as you pet her. Hearing she's enjoying this, you elect to keep stroking her head again and again. While you're caressing her, you wonder whether you should try taking off the sack she's wearing so you can pet her head directly..}].
[Sack] .tooltip = [if (pc did it, black out button){You've already removed her burlap sack}|{Try taking off her burlap sack}].
[Done] .tooltip = You're done patting her head.

//Done; 
As you pull your hand away, you earn yourself a long whine from the corrupted girl. You make sure to let her know you'll be happy pat her head again soon. That doesn't seem to cheer her up very much, since she just whines some more.

She must really like having you pat her head.
[Next]

//Sack; 
You grip the girl's burlap sack and yank off her head. She lets out a loud wail upon having it removed! Quickly, she tries covering her face with one hand while desperately reaching for the cloth sack you took from her with the other. Holding it just out of her reach, you find she has a few scars on her otherwise adorable face. Two little horns are sticking out from her forehead, parting her bangs. When she opens her mouth, you get a glimpse of her razor-sharp teeth.

When it becomes clear to the girl that she can't reach her burlap sack, she instead uses both her hands to hide her face. She parts her fingers though, peeking between them to gaze at you with her two glowing red eyes. As you reach out, the girl's eyes vanish as she shuts them tight. You can feel how tense she is as you brush your hand through her soft and silky black hair. Over and over, you stroke her head and sense her begin to relax. While you're busy petting her, the girl soon stops covering her face to stare at you, her notably cheeks flushed a bright red. As you go to pull your hand away, she gently grabs it and places it on her head again. 

You tenderly stroke her scalp once more, listening to her cute sighs for some time. Eventually, your arm really is getting tired and you pull away again. When she tries to grab your wrist, you let her know you're done for now. She begins to whine, but you assure her you'll happily pet her head again soon. She lowers her head and whimpers, seemingly dissatisfied by your promise. 
[Next]

//Teddy bear; 
You reach into your pack and retrieve the teddy bear sitting inside. The corrupted girl tilts her head at the sight of your toy, looking curious about it. After giving the teddy bear a squeeze goodbye, you try and offer it to her. Her red [if (pc removed her sack){eyes dart}|{eye darts}] between you and the stuffed animal. You let her know you want her to have it, urging her to take it. She tentatively takes the teddy bear from your hands, curiously examining it. 

She soon gives the toy a hug just like you did before, pressing it against her flat breasts. A happy sigh escapes her as she begins resting her head against the bear's own. You watch her continue contently holding the stuffed animal for some time. Eventually, she carefully sets it down on the ground and turns to give [b:you] a hug instead. She releases you fairly quickly, eagerly going back to pick up her new teddy bear.

She happily sighs as she squeezes her new plush animal, obviously delighted.
[Next]

//Sex; 
While eyeing up the naked girl standing before you, you feel your loins start to ache. Closing the distance between you and her, you place your hands on her juvenile hips. You reach around to cup her modest rear, giving it a squeeze. The corrupted girl moans and gazes[if (pc height >55){up}] into your eyes. Without hesitating, she takes your hand to place it between her thighs. She moans and rocks her hips, letting you feel her warm juices start wetting your digits.
[Service] .tooltip = Have her service you.
[Ride] .tooltip = Have her ride you.
[Back] .tooltip = You've changed your mind.

//Back; 
Taking a deep breath, you collect yourself and back away from the corrupted girl. She lets out a long whimper as you pull your hand away from her moist pussy. The girl lowers her head, letting out another long whine when you tell her you want to do something else instead.
[Next]

//Ride; pc needs dick; 
You slip two fingers into her depths and her insides lustfully tighten around you. She lets out a long moan as you push in deeper, spreading your digits out to rub her slick inner walls. As you're teasing her special place, you can hear her naughty juices lewdly [i:squishing]. The girl grabs your wrist, trying to push your fingers in deeper by driving her hips down onto your fingers. Pulling your hand out from betwixt her childish thighs, you feel almost bad as she needily whines and tries to make you touch her again. You reassure her you have something that'll make her feel even better than your fingers do. [if (pc dressed) You take off your [clothes], placing them aside for now.] Lying down on the cool stone floor, you urge the girl to straddle you. [if (pc removed her sack){You see the girl wetting her lips at the sight of your manhood}|{Her sole red eye is locked onto your manhood}]. You watch her reach between her legs to gingerly grind her digits against her smooth slit. Clearing your throat, you remind her that you're still here.

She nods, finally pulling her hand from between her thighs, moving her hips to hover over your crotch, Now that you have the corrupted young girl on you, you place a hand on her juvenile hips and grip your [cock] in the other. After giving your manhood a few anticipatory pumps, you line up to her waiting slit and shudder upon feeling your crown prod at her entrance. Its warmth sends a shiver coursing through your body, your heart racing at the thought of how it'll feel to be inside her. The girl turns out to be just as eager as you. She takes matters into her own hands by starting to lower her waist. Slowly, your [cockhead] slips into her waiting sex. Her slippery tunnel spreads as she takes you deep inside her tiny body. You moan as your [if (pc dick big){powerful rod bumps up against her prepubescent womb. She breathlessly gasps, unable to fully accommodate your size. You don't hold back however, holding her hips and eagerly thrusting up into her without mercy. Loud cries escape her as she twists and squirms every time your cock relentlessly batters against her deepest part}|{entire length is swallowed up by the girl's love channel. She lets out a sweet sigh, delighted to have you inside her. You hold onto the girl's prepubescent hips, thrusting up into her over and over. She happily gasps and moans each time you rub against her hot inner walls. Speeding up your thrusts, you relish in how she arches her back and rocks her hips in delight.}].

Your glans scrapes against her bumpy vaginal walls, pushing out her lewd juices with naughty squishes. Jolts of pleasure rush from your dick to your brain, commanding you to soon flood this corrupted child's womb. You squeeze the girl's hips harder, forcing your own upwards as you make her bounce up and down on your [cock]. She places her hands on your chest, using you to support her own frenzied thrusts. Her insides tighten as she pants and whines whenever your dick [{if (pc dick big){slams up against her quivering cervix}|{rubs and bumps against all the spots that make her twist about}]. You can feel your dick twitching, throbbing, [if (pc has balls){ as your [balls] tingle,}] eager and ready to pump this corrupted girl full.

Giving one last thrust, you [if (pc has knot) force your knot past the girl's slick sex. It readily swells inside her pussy, locking you two together for ensured insemination. She meekly whimpers, shutting her eyes and trembling at the sensation. You}] let out a moan as your hot cum rushes through your [cock] to flood the young girl's depths. Her insides happily drink up all you can muster, quivering around your length in a bid to drink up all your seed. Sweet moans escape the girl each time you fire another spurt in her. [if (pc cum production high){Her tummy swells from the sheer volume of cum you're dumping into her.}] The young girl moans, leaning forward to lay on top of you. You stroke her back, appreciating her warm as you bask in the afterglow together.

Soon, [if (pc has knot){your knot deflates and}]you finally slip your flaccid cock out of her still spasming pussy. She whines, trying to position her hips so you'll slip back inside. You tenderly massage her back while explaining you're spent. She clings to you when you try sitting up. You suppose she wants to stay like this for a tad longer. While that might be tempting, you relay to her you've got to get going. Begrudgingly, she does roll off you and lets you up. As you're stretching, she suddenly hugs you from behind. She lets out a low whine while squeezing you tight. Turning around, you gently stroke her head. You tell her you'll come back and see her again soon. The girl hesitantly releases you, hanging her head in silence.
[Next]

//Service; pc has no dick version; 
A cute whine escapes the girl the moment you withdraw your hand from the hot space between her thighs. She tries to grab your wrist, eager to press you back up against her narrow slit. Gently, you assure her you have something better in mind. [if (pc dressed){You take off your [clothes], letting them drop to the floor.}] The corrupted girl stares you, her glowing red [if (pc removed her sack){eyes}|{eye}] roaming all over your bare body. Laying down and making yourself comfortable on the hard floor, you urge for her to stop gawking and join you instead. When you see her hesitating, you pull her on top of you. You wrap your arms around her waist as you tell the girl you'd like her to service you. 

She tilts her head, seemingly confused until you take her hand, guiding it to your [if (pc has vag){honey pot}|{rear entrance}]. She takes a finger, slipping inside your depths, with a second soon following that makes you quietly moan. Your insides tighten around her intruding members in a bid to coax them deeper. Unexpectedly, she manages to brush against just the right spot. You gasp, raising your hips as you shudder uncontrollably. To your delight, the girl grinds her fingers relentlessly against the one spot, forcing lustful panting from your throat. Your [pussyorass] spams as pleasure surges throughout your entire body. Between your gasps for air, you tell the girl you want her to use her mouth. She pauses for a moment before leisurely slipping her digits free from your twitching hole.

[if (pc hasn't removed her sack){She partially rolls up the burlap sack covering her face, exposing her pink lips.}] [if (pc vagless){You roll onto your tummy and lift your [ass] up for the girl. Her hands firmly grab your cheeks, spreading them enough to expose your [if (pc anal virgin){pristine}] rear hole to the air. To your surprise, the girl doesn't hesitate in shoving her face against your asshole. She passionately kisses your pucker, the tip of her tongue relentlessly prodding it in a bid to slip inside. You bite your lower lip, feeling your asshole twitch and spasm as she slowly works her oral organ into you. Each time her tongue slides in and out of your [asshole], you fail to hold back your perverse moans.}|{Gently, she begins to place countless kisses in a long trail down your [if (pc pregnant){swollen}] tummy. Each smooch brings her closer and closer to your [if (pc virgin){pristine}] love hole. Biting your lower lip, you shiver in anticipation when she reaches [if (pc has legs){the space between your [legs]}|{your front entrance}]. Without waiting a moment longer, the corrupted girl presses her face right up against your crotch and gives it soft kiss. Her hot breath tickles your sensitive skin, and you whine loudly the moment her slippery tongue slides along your [pussy]. Her oral organ rubs against your labia, coating it in her spit. You find yourself raising your hips up high, loudly crying out in bliss as she teasingly licks your hard clit. She circles it teasingly, forcing even more shameful sounds from you. You feel her tongue pushes its way inside you, getting your [pussy] to twist and spam in delight.}] Your inner depths try to squeeze around her slippery organ, failing to stop it from squirming against your [if (pc has vag){vaginal}|{anal}] walls.

Pleasureful shocks course through your body in blissful waves. You can't hold back your moans as the girl relentlessly attacks all your most sensitive spots. Shuddering, blinding white sparks flash across your vision. Your breath hitches, and you can only squirm as you reach sweet release. The corrupted girl happily continues to lap at your [pussyorass], eagerly tasting your sensitive entrance. You manage to weakly push her head away from you, earning you a disappointed whine from the girl, but allowing you to catch your breath. After you stroke her head, she lets you get up [if (pc has legs){on your still shaking legs}]. She suddenly hugs you, clinging to you tightly when you try leaving. It looks like she wants you to stay, however you explain you truly cannot. Begrudgingly, she releases you and goes back to sitting in the corner.
[Next]

//Room 7b; if pc took the key from sack loli; above conditions don't apply; 
Sitting in the corner here, is the corrupted girl who attacked you. She glares at you, her red eye burning bright in the darkness. A low growl comes from her, and you suppose she doesn't want anything to do with you.
[North]
[West] [South] [East]

//Room 7; pc killed chainsaw loli or sack loli also will leave the dungeon assuming the pc didn't gift her a teddy bear, pat her head or have gentle sex with her; Have it happen after pc leaves dungeon or something; 
This dark corner contains nothing lying in wait for you. Aside from some crimson stains on the wall and floor, you fail to find anything else here worth noting.
[North]
[West] [South] [East]

//Key; 
Slowly, you reach out to take the old key hanging around her slender neck. As you lean closer, you find yourself staring into a glowing red eye that peers out from a little hole in the burlap sack covering her head. Her hand shoots up to seize your wrist in a painfully tight grip. You struggle for a moment, but succeed in pulling away from her. She slowly rises to her feet, tilting her head at you in a manner that conveys curiosity. Her wonder quickly disappears as she effortlessly lifts up the odd device in her hands. 

You watch the odd girl start to turn the crank on the strange device. It lets out a low growl at first, the noise emanating from it growing louder and louder the more she turns the handle. You find the booming buzzing almost deafening compared to the room's prior calm and the teeth on the blade now to rotate at a blinding speed!

The corrupted girl raises the weapon above her head, giving it a few testing swings before she approaches!
[Go to combat] 

//PC fighting Sack loli; pc can't run away from this fight.
You are fighting a corrupted girl:
This twisted child stands at roughly [if (imperial){4'8"}|{147 centimeters)] tall. The only thing she is wearing is a burlap sack. It conceals her face from your view, though a single hole in it reveals a glowing red eye that is currently peering at you. Long black hair spills out from the underneath the brown sack, cascading down her back to stop at just around her trim waist. Her skin is almost pure white, and you can see she is covered in countless scars. She's thin enough that you can even faintly see her ribs. Two pink nipples stiffly stand out on her flat chest. Her rump seems only slightly bigger than her breasts, just barely proving to be a handful at best. She has a hairless slit between her legs. She doesn't seem bothered by her nudity, nor your staring.

In her hands in a bizarre machine, loudly buzzing as the teeth on the blade spin around at a blinding speed.

//Stats: balance her however you want; 

//Phys atks; 
Weapon Bash (can stun): The twisted girl lets out an irritated wail as she smashes the heavy contraption's box into you! [if (pc stunned){The sheer force of the blow leaves you dazed}!}] 

Rip & tear (can proc bleed): The corrupted girl slashes at you with her roaring contraption! [if (bleed proced) The teeth on the blade agonizingly shred your flesh, managing to leave bloody wounds behind!}] 

//Lust atks;
Lust attack 1: The prepubescent girl tries to heft the roaring device high above her head, only to end up falling backward onto her rump with a soft thump! Her legs are spread wide open, unintentionally showing off her glistening cunny to your gaze. She lets out a pitiful whine, slowly getting back onto her feet while rubbing her modest rear. Her one glowing red eye that's visible through the burlap sack on her head now locks back onto you. Even though you can't see her face, you can tell she's glaring at you as she hefts the machine above her head again and lets out a furious howl!

Lust attack if sack loli's lust is 30+: As the corrupted girl attempts to savagely slash you, she stumbles forward and ends up falling against you, sending you both tumbling down onto the hard floor. Her machine loudly buzzes next to your ear, the noise practically making you deaf. As you open your eyes, you find her sole glowing red orb staring back at you. While the burlap sack on her head conceals her expression, you find her head is a little cocked to the side. To your surprise, she begins to rub her body against yours, trembling just a bit and releasing an adorable sigh. You feel a faint heat brushing against your [if (pc has legs){[leg]}|{lower body}], and piece together this odd girl is humping you! She lets out a few more sweet sounds before you manage to shove her off and get back up right. 

You [if (pc armed) {raise your [weapon] again}|{ready your fists}], staring down the young girl as she gets back to her feet too. You swear you can feel her eye conveying a rising desire for you.

//PC lost; 
You collapse to the stone floor as the [if (pc hp 0){wounds you've sustained prove}|{desire in your loins proves}] too much for you to endure any longer. As you find the strength to raise your head, you manage to see the bizarre young girl readying her machine for a finishing blow! Rolling to the side just in time, her weapon's blade misses you and scratches up the floor to send chunks of stone everywhere! You scramble [if (pc has feet) to your feet, desperate}|{desperately}] to escape this corrupted child. Nearly slipping on the bloody floor as you flee, you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. Peeking over your shoulder, you see the girl doesn't bother running after you. No, she instead walks at a leisurely pace, taking the time to swing her roaring weapon with every step. It's almost like she isn't concerned at all about you somehow managing to escape.

As you run into an iron door, you quickly realize why she isn't in a hurry to catch you. No matter how hard you pull on the handle, it simply doesn't budge an inch! You tug and tug on the door, slamming your shoulder into it as the buzzing steadily becomes louder and louder. Your teeth chatter as the contraptions buzzing becomes earsplitting once again. As you reluctantly glance behind you, you find the young girl standing there with her malevolent machine, ready to strike. You can only scream as her vicious swing [if (pc has legs){cuts into your [legs], agonizingly shredding your flesh and cutting right through bone}|{agonizingly cuts through your lower body}] without any mercy. You hit the ground with a hard [b:thud], your vision beginning to blacken. The bodies hanging from the ceiling are the last thing you see as the loud buzzing continues to pierce your ears...
[Next]

//PC becomes Sack Loli's body pillow; 
You find yourself opening your eyes. Though your vision is blurry, your mouth is uncomfortably dry, and there is a horrible ache in your limbs too. [if (pc was dressed) {Given the humid air you can sense all over your body, it doesn't take you long to figure you've been stripped completely naked.}] Itchy straw seems to be serving as your bed, and a bucket isn't too far away from it. Sweat drips down your brow which you attempt to wipe away. To your horror, it dawns on you that you apparently can't. As your vision clears further, you manage to raise your head enough to see your [arms] are merely bloody stumps now, only covered by dirty rags. You tremble, crying when you discover [if (pc has legs){your [legs] were}|{lower half was}] mutilated in a similar fashion!

You stare up at the ceiling and see brutalized corpses dangling above you. You're still in this grim room... and that means [b:she] surely is here too, right? Worried, you begin looking around until you manage to spot your assailant silently sitting in the nearby corner. The moment your eyes meet her sole red one, she slowly stands to her feet and begins casually shuffling over to you. Millions of thoughts race through your mind while you struggle to figure out what her plans for you are. What suffering does she intend to inflict while you're in such a defenseless state? Before you know it, the corrupted girl is standing above you, naked just as she was before, aside from the burlap sack completely covering her head. You notice she doesn't have her weapon in hand now though. Despite your initial horror, the scar covered girl simply lays down on you with a long sigh.

She isn't very heavy as she rests her head on your [chest]. To say this position is comfortable however, would be a lie. She doesn't appear bothered by your discomfort though, obviously enjoying cuddling you. Elated exhalations and other cute sounds escape the strange child while she tightly clings onto you. You don't move a muscle, and the girl eventually seems to fall asleep. She continues to hold you, almost as though she's worried you would somehow leave her. Whatever her reasoning, the girl washes you, feeds you, and even keeps you hydrated. She often lays down on you, happily sighing and snuggling against you without any concerns. It might be cute under any other circumstances. She never answers when you try talking to her, only letting out strange noises.

You don't know how long you've been kept here so far... but this is where you stay for the rest of your days.
[Game Over]

//PC selects a teddy bear in the pack; 
You reach into your pack to retrieve your teddy bear. As you hold your cuddly companion in your hands, you realize this could be the last chance you have to hug it. Not wasting another second, you eagerly pull the teddy bear close to your [chest] in a snug embrace. You rub your cheek against the top of your toy's fuzzy head, taking this time to relish in its softness and letting your worries fade away. Considering you can still hear the loud buzzing emanating from your foe's weapon, your dreadful thoughts fail to go very far. It's surprising she hasn't tried attacking you, so you glance up at her to discover she's currently lowered her contraption. She has her head tilted to the side in a curious fashion. Easily following her gaze, you figure out she's staring directly at the teddy bear in your arms.

Maybe you could try giving the teddy bear to her?
[Give] .tooltip = Attempt to give her the teddy bear.
[Keep] .tooltip = You don't wanna giveaway your teddy bear.

//Keep; increase sack loli's damage; 
You don't want to give her your teddy bear. It's yours, and you want to keep it. Giving your teddy bear one last squeeze, you stash your cuddly friend back into your pack. The corrupted girl begins stomping her feet when you put the teddy bear away. Her only visible eye narrows as she stares daggers at you. She lets out an enraged wail, raising her rumbling machine above her head and violently shaking it! 

She doesn't look very happy!
[Next]

//Give; 
You give your cuddly companion one last squeeze goodbye before offering it to the corrupted girl. Her one visible eye darts between you and the stuffed animal in your hands. You figure she may not trust you, so you explain to her that you want her to have this teddy bear. She noticeably relaxes at your words. You watch as she pushes a small button on the side of her contraption. It slowly ceases to buzz, and she sets it down on the stone floor. She approaches you, tentatively taking the teddy bear. You notice how she interestedly examines the soft toy. It's almost as though she's never seen such a thing before.

She experimentally hugs her new stuffed animal to her nude chest, squeezing it. A wistful sigh escapes her. She closes her eye as she openly appreciates the toy's wonderful softness. She continues holding the teddy to her chest, starting to rub her head against the bear's own. You figure you should be heading on your way while she is occupied with her new toy. The girl turns her attention back to you however, alerted by your movement. She tilts her head in a thoughtful fashion, and pulls the key that was hanging around her neck off the thin rope. The girl extends her arm, holding the rusted key out to you. You take it from the girl and she happily hops in place. Even though her face is concealed by a sack cloth, it's easy to tell she's grinning at you. She hugs her new friend you generously gave her again, waving to you before she skips over to the corner you first found her in and takes a seat.

[b: You've received an [i:aged key]!] 
[Next]

//pc beats sack loli
The corrupted girl lets out a pitiful groan, dropping her odd machine as she collapses to the ground. She looks up at you, [if (her hp 0){her body covered in fresh wounds}|{needily rubbing her childish thighs together}].

Around her neck hangs the key which initially caught your eye. You grab it, pulling it off the string and stash it away somewhere safe. Now that you have the key, you consider what to do with your helpless foe...
[Head Pat] .tooltip = Give her a headpat.
[Fuck] .tooltip = Use her to slake your lust.
[Kill] .tooltip = Finish her off.
[Leave] .tooltip = Leave her alone.

//Leave; 
Though you can sense the corruption on her, you elect to leave her alone. She stays on the floor, even as you begin to back away from her. The girl doesn't move an inch, only watching you with her glowing eye. She does stand up eventually, weakly limping back to the corner you found her in. You watch as she slumps back down and [if (her lust =>100) {starts to rub her thighs together. Faintly, you're able to hear sweet sighs stemming from her..}|{simply watches you, her red eye glowing in the otherwise dark space}].

It appears she doesn't intend to attack you again.
[Next]

//Pat; 
You crouch down next to the fallen girl. She winces, closing her eye as you reach out to her and rest your hand upon her head. You can both feel and see her body trembling. Stroking her head, you find the burlap sack she's wearing rather rough to touch. It certainly doesn't seem like it'd be comfortable to wear. Slowly, she opens her eye to stare at you. The girl appears uncertain of what you're doing, however, you don't believe she dislikes it. At the very least, you're certain she doesn't mind you petting her. As you're rubbing her head, you manage to discover two little bumps sticking out around her forehead. She shivers when your brush against them. As you go to rub them again, she shifts slightly so your palm rests on top of her head instead. 

Going with the flow, you begin to scratch at her scalp though her sack cloth covering. Your act earns a pleased noise from the corrupted girl. More and more, you caress and scratch her head, listening to the strange sighs she lets out for you. Your arm begins to tire, aching from the extended action. Wonderful though this may be, you're aware you can't keep doing this all day. When you go to pull your hand away, the girl lets out a whine in protest and attempts to get up. She struggles to her feet, though fails to gather the strength to stand. It is a rather pitiful sight to see. You relay to the corrupted girl you might pat her head again in the future, but add you must be on your way. It isn't hard to see she's disheartened by the way she hangs her head. Still, she barely musters the energy to stand on shaky legs and weakly limps back over to the corner you found her in. 

The girl leans against the wall, sliding down it until she is sitting on the hard ground. Curiously, you can see she continues to gaze at you with her glowing red eye...
[Next]

//PC fuck's sack loli; probably give pc a bit of corruption; 
As you're standing over this helpless little demon, you find yourself unable to ignore the needy ache resonating in your loins. [if (pc dressed) You remove your [clothes] and drop your attire into a small pile on the ground.}] Nothing hides your foe's prepubescent chest, nor the hairless slit between her legs from your gaze. Really, there's no way you can resist the temptation of her body. She doesn't resist you as you roll her over onto her back. The tainted girl merely stares up at you, her red eye peering out from the hole in the burlap sack on her head and meeting your gaze. Being this close allows you to see the many scars adorning her flesh. Most appear rather old, varying in their shape, and size. She shudders as you brush a finger against one, but doesn't make a sound.
[Gentle] .tooltip = Start with some gentle foreplay. 
[Rough] .tooltip = She looks like she can handle taking it hard.

//Rough; requires pc has dick; 
Grabbing the girl's thighs, you force them apart and move yourself between her legs after spreading them wide. You take your [cock], grinding it against her entrance as she twists in your hold. She tries her best to pull away from you, and you tighten your grip on her, assuring she won't have the opportunity to escape what's to come. Your flesh spear stabs at her slit again, slipping along her soft labia. Biting your lower lip, you keep the girl still long enough to force your tip inside. She grunts under as you ram forward, burrowing your [if (pc dick big){burly}] tool into her depths. An elated groan escapes your lips as you [if (pc dick big){jab up against her prepubescent womb. She can only groan and whine when you try pushing more of your dick inside her pussy. Unfortunately, she can't manage to accommodate your full length}|{completely bury your dick into her depths}]. 

The girl whines, pushing on your chest as you zealously thrust into her. Lewd sounds stem from between the girl's legs, her wetness allowing you to easily slide in and out. Your [cock] [if (pc dick big){pounds up against her cervix}|{vanishes into her depths}] over and over. Her inner walls clench around your intruding member, their velvety texture sending jolts of pleasure coursing to your brain. You groan, feeling your member twitch and throb [if (pc has balls){ as pressure builds in your [balls]}]. Leaning over the girl, you use your weight to push yourself deep inside and grind your [cockhead] against her [if (pc dick big){cervix again, smearing it in precum}|{slick walls, mixing her juices with your leaking precum}].

Your panting grows louder and louder, your thrusting becoming more urgent as your mind melts under the pleasure coursing through your mind. The girl taking your dick can only cry as you pound into her without remorse. You race to your release, feeling your jizz finally work up your shaft. With one final thrust, you press your manhood as deep as it can go. You uncontrollably shudder while your cum spurts out in thick ropes, flooding this corrupted girl's womb. You continue to shake your waist, the girl no longer resisting you and letting out pitiful whines as you empty countless shots into her shuddering form. 

After pouring all you can muster into her girlhood, you pull your member free and leave the girl lying on the ground. She trembles as your cum trickles from her narrow slit. Her red eye coldly stares at you, seeming to regard you with distain. You ignore her look however, ready to go back about your business as she pitifully crawls back to the corner you first found her in...
[Next]

//Gentle; 
Placing your hands on her girly hips, you begin slowly caressing her. She twists slightly under your touch, but doesn't try to escape. While stroking her body in a tender fashion, you can feel the faint outline of her ribs, and bring your face to her chest to brush your [tongue] against her one of her waiting nipples. Her body jolts, and you peek up at her face to see her eye gazing back at you in interest. You ask if you can continue, but she doesn't give any response. That isn't a [:no] however, so you turn your attention back to her childish chest. She releases a cute sound as you lick her nipple again and again, tasting her nub as it hardens and notably glistens with your spit. You switch to suckling on her preteen teat and massage her hip. She quietly pants, shuddering while wrapping her arms around your head. You're held close to her flat breasts, the corrupted girl letting out a cute whine when you teasingly grab her nip between your teeth. [if (pc has dick) Your manhood twitches as you brush up against her smooth leg.}] Letting her nipple pop free from your mouth, you find yourself unable to contain your growing excitement.

//PC dickless; 
You take the girl's hand and move it to your waiting [pussyorass], urging her to touch you too. Tentatively, you shiver at her fingers [if (pc has pussy){slipping and sliding against your waiting honey pot}|{prodding your backdoor}]. Her touch is gentle as she gazes up at you. You let out a lustful moan, and the girl gently reaches up to your face. She tenderly traces your lips with her thumb, imitating the pleased sound you just let out. Her digits finally slip inside you, leisurely grinding against your inner depths. You instinctively [if (pc has pussy){rock your [hips]|{push your [ass] back against her}] in a bid to push her in deeper. She indulges your desires by driving her fingers in further, unpredictably stirring around your insides. The girl's touch sends jolts of pleasure surging throughout your lustful body. You can't stop yourself from shuddering as you let out a needy whimper. 

Deciding to return the favor to her, you bring your hand to her damp cunny. The heat emanating from it warms your fingers while you nonchalantly run along it. Her slit quivers and she raises her hips to chase your touch. You manage to find her hole, slipping inside her body to molest her depths. She stares at you, moaning and still working her own fingers around inside you. You bring your face to the girl's prepubescent chest to lick her nipple as you finger her. She cutely squirms under your combined assault on her special place and small breasts. An adorable whine escapes her as she moves a hand to your [chest], tenderly groping you. You bite on your lower lip, a heavenly tightness building up inside your tummy.

Both the girl and you continue to caress and finger each other, exploring one another's bodies in an affectionate fashion. Her fingers scrape your quivering insides and you can feel your walls squeezing down to milk her intruding digits. Her own depths do the same, gripping your digits in a greedy way that tries to coax you in deeper and coats them in slick juices. Your panting mixes with hers, growing heavier the more you two tease one another. You playfully pinch her nipples and she adorably gasps, her entire body spasming. Her honey drenches your fingers as well as her inner thighs, making them glisten. The movements her digits perform in your [pussyorass] grow more erratic as she trembles, seemingly unable to contain her needy gasps. You can only squirm at her touch. Her fiddling around in your spasming [if (pc has pussy){honey pot}|{pucker}] is too much to handle. You throw your head back, groaning and shaking your waist as white sparks flash across your vision. Your mouth forms into a lewd [i:O] as you quiver in pleasure. Both you and the girl tremble in mutual delight, each gasping to catch your respective breaths.

Curiously, the girl stares at you when she pulls her fingers out of your shuddering body. She lets out odd sounding sighs as she wraps her around you in a gentle embrace. The corrupted girl clings to you while you bask in the afterglow together. You gently run your hands along her pale skin, feeling her scars and her body adorably squirm under your touch. She returns the favor, running her own fingers along your sides while tilting her head from side to side. Eventually, you try to get up and the girl lets out a disappointed groan. You explain you have to get going and she begrudgingly lets you stand. She gets up herself, weakly shuffling back to the corner you first found her in. 

//pc has dick; 
Gently, you shift your hand between her thin thighs and she spreads her legs without hesitation, letting you brush your fingers along her entrance. It's smooth to the touch and even already a tad damp. You probe her naughty hole, slipping your middle finger inside without any hassle at all. Her slick inner walls squeeze down around your intruding digit, twisting around it in an unnatural fashion. Your heart skips a beat as you imagine how she'll feel around your aching tool. She lets out a remorseful sound when you pull your finger free from her drooling cunny. Taking a look at your hand, you find it covered in her slippery juices. Surely you can fit inside her without a problem, or that's what your lust-addled mind is telling you, at least. 

You position yourself between the girl's legs and pull her towards you to grind your [cock] against her entrance until it is slathered in her lewd honey. Both her and you groan as you excitedly grind yourself against her. You could probably blow your load just like this, rubbing against her smooth slit to your heart's content. However, your corrupted partner reaches between her legs and grips your manhood in her delicate hands. As you're in her gentle grasp, she raises her hips slightly to guide you to her waiting entrance. You squeeze her waist, letting her press you against her smooth cleft. A pleasant shiver races up your spine as your crown prods against her. She lets out a needy sigh, your flesh spear finally finding purchase in her wet hole.

You push your [hips] forward, buying more and more of your length into the girl. [if pc (dick big){A loud gasp escapes her the moment your tip pokes against her innocent womb. She can't accommodate your full length as your impressive size creates a visible bulge in her stomach. You pull back, appreciating how her walls try to pull you back inside. Thrusting back inside, you bang on her cervix over and over without any remorse. She wails and squirms beneath you as you pound into her with all your might. The girl adorably whines, her juices lewdly wetting your crotch when you grind your [cockhead] against her baby chamber}|{She lets out a cute moan when your [cock] completely vanishes inside her depths. She hugs you tight, eagerly pushing her hips up to meet your passionate thrusts. She whines each time you pull out, only to happily moan when you press backside. Your [hips] loudly smack against hers as her pussy coils around you. Her juices leak, wetting your crotch when you grind your [cockhead] against her vaginal walls.}] 

You thrust faster and faster, the delightful jolts racing from your dick to your brain each and every time you pound yourself into her. Groping her flat chest, you pinch and twist her nipples in a teasing fashion. She shudders, her insides squeezing down around you while she rocks her hips. Biting on your lower lip, you can feel your member throbbing and twitching under her pussy's erratic spasms. Your [if (pc has balls) {[balls] slap against the girl's childish rump, trembling as your seed begs}|{gut tightens, your seed begging}] to be released. Grunting, you feel her inner depths grip your shaft as you push as deep as you can. [if (pc has nonbig-dick + knot) {Feeling your knot pop past her wet lips, you|You}] throw your head back, still thrusting your hips while your cum works up your shaft to pour deep inside this snug cunny. Shot after shot of your sticky jizz springs from your body to flood this girl's preteen womb. She wiggles her hips, moaning and clinging tightly to you as you fill her up. 

Shuddering as her depths insatiably milk you for all the cum you have saved, you finally [if (pc knotted) feel your knot deflate and}] pull your spent member free. The corrupted girl's pussy twitches, your seed only slightly dribbling out. As you get up to leave the girl, she hugs your arm and cutely sighs. You pat her head through her rough burlap sack, explaining that you've got to get going now. She regretfully releases you, but you add you can return if she's willing to do this again. Without any hesitation, she leans back and spreads her legs, apparently eager to get right back at it! Tempting as it might be, you assure her you'll do it again another time. She's visibly disheartened as she hangs her head. You watch the girl get up on shaky legs and unsteadily go sit down in the corner you found her at.
 
//From either above scene; 
She continues to stare at you however, her red eye glowing in the room's darkness...
[Next]

//Kill; 
As your foe struggles to stand, you grab her head and twist. A sickening [b:snap] rings throughout the otherwise quiet room. Her body goes completely limp in your grip, her eye rolling back in her skull as you let her limply crumble to the hard floor. 

She'll no longer be a threat to anyone now.
[Next]

//Front; pc hasn't fought imps yet;
Fortune is oft said to favor those who are brave and bold, so you elect to attack the front entrance. You [if (pc has weapon) {ready your [weapon]}|{loudly crack your knuckles}], and exit the cover the grass provides. With a bold stride, you begin to approach the archway that is currently guarded by three imps. The demons spot you quickly, one flying off towards the stone keep while the other two raise their shortened spears at you. 
[Next]

//PC is fighting two spear wielding imps; 
You are currently facing off against two armed imps:
They are both short, appearing only a few feet tall at most. A shaggy black mane mats their heads, their bangs parted by two tiny horns. The imps' eyes are complete black, save for red irises shimmering with their malevolent machinations. They have tiny, yet functional wings on their back that occasionally flap. The little demons are clad only in raggedy loincloths, revealing most of their bright-red skin to your gaze. Their feet are currently bare, and while their fingers end in sharp claws, they are both using a pointy spear instead.

//Use whatever stats for them you want;

//PC lost; 
Overwhelmed by the [if (pc hp 0) {wounds you've sustained}|{needy ache in your loins}], you collapse into the mud. The two imps cackle at your defeat, not wasting any time to pounce upon your fallen form. Struggling against them even in your weakened state, you soon feel something sharp pierce your gut. You look down, seeing one of the imps has driven his spear deep into your abdomen. Screaming in agony, the other imp follows after his companion as he stabs his pointy weapon into you too. They cruelly twist and turn the spears around inside your body, wickedly laughing at your pained expressions. You grit your teeth in an attempt to endure your horrific injuries, but still fail to hold in another deafening wail that sends the birds flying from the trees.

Forced onto your back, a searing pain runs through your body as you're stabbed over and over again. Your blood soaks into the mud, while the imps' combined cackling overshadows your tortured screams. You stare up at the vast sky, feeling your body starting to grow cold. Any pain you felt is finally fading away. Your vision darkens while the last sound you ever hear is that of the two imps' twisted laughter.
[GameOver]

//PC won; 
The two imps crumble to the ground, [if (hp 0) {covered in wounds}|{furiously stroking their vile pricks that drool tainted precum}]. As you stare down at the demons, you....
[Kill] .tooltip = Finish the imps off. 
[Service] .tooltip = Demand they service you.
[Nothing] .tooltip = Simply ignore the imps and enter the courtyard.

//Nothing; 
You ignore the two downed demons, electing to carry on exploring the fortress that lies before you.
[Next] 

 //Kill;
You pick up one of their spears from the mud, swiftly sinking it deep into a nearby imp's chest. He lets out a wail, grabbing at the pointy weapon in an attempt to halt your efforts. Tears run down the demon's repulsive face as you easily resist his pitiful attempts to stop you from shoving the spear straight through his torso. The imp struggles only for a few moments more, weakly groaning one last time before going completely limp. He slumps to the side as his blood forms a pool beneath his lifeless corpse to tint the mud a rusty red. 

Yanking the deadly spear free from the demon's now lifeless body, you spot the other imp attempting to feebly crawl away. It isn't unsurprising to find him more interested in saving his own skin over his companion. You have no intentions of letting the imp escape your [if (pc corruption => 60) {wrath}|{justice}] however, and approach your foe to jam the spear deep into his back. He lets out a weak cry, arching his spine from the sudden penetration. Pulling the weapon free, you listen to the imp pathetically sob while his blood begins to spill from the gaping wound you've inflicted upon him. Ignoring his cries, you show him no mercy while you stab him again and again. You don't stop until the imp no longer moves an inch nor makes a single sound. 

Having finished off the two disgusting demons, you leave their corpses to rot.
[Next]

//PC has imps service them; pc has a dick; 
You[if (pc dressed){ shift your [clothes], exposing your cock to the open air and}] seize the two imps by their greasy black locks. Pulling them upwards off the muddy ground, you force them onto their knees. They whimper meekly at your dominant display, though you can see the two demons maintain a defiant scowl on their faces. You place your [cock] between them, demanding that they begin servicing you, or [b:else]. Poking one imp's cheek, you smear his red skin with the precum dripping from your glans, leaving glistening trails behind. The tiny demon closes his eyes when your crown leisurely slides over his lips. He refuses to open up for you however, not exactly eager to suck cock. You can't help getting frustrated over feeling his hot breath on your shaft and his pointless resistance. Squeezing his hair harder makes him let out a sharp yelp, and you let him know your patience wearing thin. 

As he opens wide, you finally slide deep inside his warm oral hole. It's slick with his wet saliva, easily letting you slip in and out without much trouble. [if (if pc dick big) {The demon's neck bulges from the size of your dick. He sputters and gags as you ram your drooling glans against the back of his throat without a care in the world}|{Your entire member vanishes into his mouth, your glans prodding at his inner cheek}]. Jolts of pleasure run up your spine when you feel his forked tongue unexpectedly coil around your twitching [cock]. The extra pressure forces a pleased groan past your lips. The other imp [if (pc has balls) {begins kissing your [balls], alternating between that and tenderly sucking on your sack}|{moves closer, his own forked oral organ teasing the base of your manhood}]. Both demons start to take turns deep throating your throbbing man meat while rubbing their own twitching, red pricks. The pleased sounds they let out help stimulate your pulsating tool, sending shivers racing straight from it to your pleasure-racked brain.

Switching between their hot and slick mouths, you sense your imminent release building. At the tingling sensation running up your shaft, you yank your precum-dripping dick away from the imps and furiously pump your trembling manhood. You loudly pant from the exertion, watching as demons open wide in response to your furious jacking. They stick they tongues out, waiting patiently to catch your looming load. You let out a loud groan, finally firing countless steamy ropes of pearly-white cum into their mouths and all over their crimson bodies. Both imps swallowing your seed, excitedly stroking their own dicks as they lick it off their glistening skin. The demons soon shudder and groan, unleashing their virile goo into the mud. They collapse right after, appearing completely spent.
[Next]

//PC has imps service them; pc has no dick;
You[if (pc dressed){ move your [clothes] around to expose your [pussyorass] to the bog's humid air and}] grab the two imps by their hair. You pull them up from the muddy ground, forcing the demons to kneel before you [if (pc corruption => 30) {like the pathetic beta males they are}]. Dragging them closer, you [if (pc has pussy) {demand they begin servicing your slit at once}|{turn around and show them your [ass] as you order them to begin licking}]. The imps waste no time in doing what they're ordered, their forked tongues sliding [if (pc has pussy) over your [vagina] and [clit]. One imp slips his oral organ inside, eagerly squirming around in}|{around your [asshole]. One imp grabs your [ass] with his clawed hands, excitedly it spreading apart so his slender oral organ can snake its way inside and scrape against}] your inner depths. 

You moan loudly, arching your back in delight as the imps excitedly slobber all over your [pussyorass]. Their saliva is hot, making your[if pc (has pussy){ cunny}|{ backdoor}] tingle. Your heart rapidly races in ever-rising excitement, your body anticipating each successive taste the imps take. A jolt of pleasure shoots up your spine, your vision flashing white for a split-second as you tremble. You arch your spine at an almost back-breaking angle, relishing in how well the two demons listen to your cries for more pleasure. Ordering them to go faster, they readily comply with your command. The two demons practically burying their mugs [if (pc has pussy){ right in your slick slit. They lap up your juices, happily drinking down any naughty juices you leak}|{right between your [ass]. They fight each other for the right to kiss and suck on your [asshole], pushing one another aside}].

You keep a firm grip on the imps' greasy hair, still not intending to let them try anything funny while you continue enjoying all the pleasure the send coursing through your body. Both imps readily lick and sniff your [pussyorass], excitedly stroking their throbbing pricks like men possessed. Sensing another delightful tremor coming, you arch your back again and yank the two imps' faces snuggly against your [pussyorass]. The feeling of their dexterous tongues finally proves too much, as you quake in the throes of your toe-curling orgasm. Your body shudders uncontrollably for what seems like hours upon hours. You watch the imps finish pumping their picks, pathetically spewing their vile seed into the mud. After catching your breath, you release the two spent imps, letting them collapse on the ground.
[Next]

//Room 1; Front Entrance; 
The entrance to the fortress forms an arch over your head. To your left and right are wooden palisades, pointy fortifications that would surely impale any who would blindly charge them. Ahead, you can see a muddy courtyard. You'll have to [walk] across it in order to make it to the keep that lies beyond.
[North]
[Leave] .tooltip = Leave the fort and return to camp.

//Room 2; Courtyard; remove "Pillories" option after pc frees the chameleon-girls; 
Standing in the muddy courtyard, you see a few training dummies set up to your right. They have red and white targets painted on both their chests and faces. Straight ahead of you is an impressive keep that looks to be built from the same gray stone as the towering walls which surround it. To your left, you see[if (pc hasn't freed the chameleon-girls){ two chameleon-girls who are both locked up in wooden pillories. There are a few chairs nearby that would likely help imps get to their waiting holes. Some white fluids form a pungent pool on the ground between the two chameleon-girl's legs. You see one of the chameleon-girls has a swollen middle that heavily hangs from her body. Neither currently pays you any attention, possibly too exhausted from what has already been done to them. The other few stockades are currently unoccupied}|{ a couple wooden pillories which are currently unoccupied by anyone. There is a chair nearby that would certainly help an imp get at the holes of whoever was locked inside said stocks}].
[North] [Pillories] .tooltip = Check out the stocks.
[South]

//PC hasn't been here yet or at least beaten the boss and enters the courtyard; 
The giant wooden doors to the stone structure before you suddenly fling open as dozens of imps pour out from inside! Each red fiend looks to be wielding a weapon; some carry spears which have had their shafts broken halfway, some wield rusted short swords, and others hold chipped hatchets in hand. A few have round leather shields on their arms and oversized helms resting lopsided on their heads. They all loudly cackle, licking their lips while eyeing you like a piece of meat. 

As you[if (pc armed){ ready your [weapon]}|{ raise your fists}], the imp horde quickly encircles you. It seems like the only way out for you now is to fight!
[Next]

//PC fights multiple imp horde; how about three?
You are fighting multiple imp hordes: 
Countless imps surround you, each one displaying a nearly identical grin on their vile faces. They all have bright red skin, appear only a few feet tall, and have greasy black hair on their heads. Each of the demons wields a weapon; some carrying broken spears, others grip rusty swords, and a couple have old hatchets held in their cruel hands. You see a few imps even have oversized helms resting crooked on their heads. A couple beat on their small, leather shields, arrogantly snickering in the belief they'll be safe hiding behind them. Some are even reaching into their raggedy loincloths, already stroking their members. You're sure they're fantasizing about what they'll get to do to you should they win.

//set their stats however you prefer; maybe they should be in line with the other imp horde in the deep cave?

//PC wins; 
The last of the imps falls to the ground,[if (horde hp 0){ covered in too many wounds to fight on any longer}|{ the crowd openly stroking their vile red pricks in an attempt to quench the lust you've stirred up in them}]. As you stare at the many imps who litter the courtyard, you feel a sense of pride swelling in your chest. Your victory is evidence to your power and skill. However, you are not done here yet, as ahead of you stands the stone keep, the structure unmovingly waiting for you to enter its confines.
[Next]

//PC lost; 
Unable to withstand the[if (pc hp 0){ imps' combined might}|{ lust the demons have instilled in your loins}], you finally collapse to the ground. Not even seconds pass before the imps all zealously swarm you, thunderously hollering their victory to the heavens above. [if (pc dressed){The demons tear at your [clothes], ripping them from your body and carelessly toss them aside like they were just worthless rags.}] [If (pc armed){You scramble to try and reach your [weapon], fearing what is about to happen to you. A cackling imp simply kicks it just out of your reach, your heart sinking as you realize there really is no hope for you now.}] Your [arms] [if (pc has legs){and [legs]}] are pinned down by the many demons. Despite your best efforts, you find yourself tragically lacking the strength to toss them off. Your hands are seized, involuntary wrapped around two different, waiting imp cocks. They throb in your grip, feeling almost scalding to the touch as you begin to work them like a cheap whore. Both red vermin groan in delight, their faces contorting in bliss while they intensely thrust their hips forward to seek out even more pleasure from your squeezing digits. Their sticky precum splatters on your [skin], causing it to uncomfortably tingle. 

[if (pc has tits){They grope your [chest], manhandling your them even [if (pc lactating) {more upon seeing you spew your motherly milk}|{after they start to painfully ache and grow covered in bruises}]. The imps' cocks twitch, showering you in their smelly cum. Both spent demons are shoved aside, replaced by those who were waiting for their turn. Even your mouth is not spared an imp's cock as one is quickly rammed down your throat. His dick tastes like sweat, and the precum leaking from it painfully scalds your tongue. Your oral hole is used like a cunt, fucked hard and fast until you sense the dick in it throbbing. The demon pushes himself in deep while you keep beating off the imps who place their cocks in your hands. Cum floods your mouth, burning it even more than the precum did. You try to swallow, gulping down all you can as even more forced into your gullet still. [if (pc has vag){Two imps fight over the right to get at your cunt until they are pushed aside by a larger imp. He strokes himself, showing you the red rod that will surely be drilling into you sooner than later.}]

[if (pc has vag){Your eyes shift from the cocks in your hands to the imp who now has [if (pc has legs){claimed the spot between your [legs]. Attempting to close your thighs to deny him access does little, since the demon merely forces them apart again. Your resistance seems to have excited him even further, his massive red prick notably twitching as he licks his lips}|{his manhood placed at your cunny's [if (pc virgin){unexplored}] entrance}]. Tightly gritting your teeth, the imp forcibly jams his prick inside you. [if (pc virgin) A wail finds its way past your lips as your maidenhead is shattered apart and stolen by this repulsive demon. He thrusts even harder upon hearing your cries, eager to defile you in cruelest way possible}|{A grunt manages to escape you, the demon's thick prick quickly burrowing into your depths}]. The demon shakes his hips, his entire length grinding around inside you like a wild beast rampaging through a forest. You can only squirm in response to the delightful jolts his dick forces upon you. [if (pc vag deep){His entire length pounds into your body, the imp grunting to voice his pleasure over you receiving his full length. The other demons however, seem to snicker at that fact}|{The demon's thick prick violently bashes against your cervix, grinding into it in a way that makes you miserably sob. Your rapist just snickers however, eagerly trying to sheath himself fully inside your shuddering body over and over again}]. His manhood trembles inside you, and you know what's about to come. The imp keenly slams himself into you again and again, racing ever closer to his rising release. You cry out, your insides clamping down and unleashing your own naughty juices the very moment you feel his corrupted spunk fire off inside you. He pulls his cock out, smearing a few more drops of jizz onto your skin [if (pc heavily preg) {and cruelly smacks your pregnant tummy}] before moving aside. Another imp has already taken his place, forcing his thick shaft into your pussy to eagerly pound away at your sanity. Your insides milk and squeeze his dick, eager to quickly gulp down his seed. He slams his hips forward one last time, and you sense his cum spewing deep inside. You shudder, your body undeniably loving the pleasure the dick is dishing out. Without much fuss, the cycle repeats. The imps fuck you hard and fast, flooding your womb and swapping with whoever is next in line to use you.}]

[if (pc has cock) {One imp decides to start grinding his red dick against your [cock]. The demon [if (pc dick small){cackles, snickering at how his tool is obviously bigger than yours. Another imp does the same, slapping his member against yours while laughing at your pathetic size}|{groans, sawing and smacking his manhood against yours. Another imp joins in, grunting and moaning while he eagerly humps you.}] More of the vermin follow suit, smearing precum all over your crotch while rubbing you. You tremble, shuddering in disgust as some begin to cum on your skin, the corrupted fluids making your skin crawl. One imp even wraps his hands around your dick and his own, furiously pumping both your manhoods together. Gritting your teeth, you cannot deny the pleasure jumping between your dick and brain. Your erection throbs against the imp's own, his grip tightening as you sense your load rising up. The imp and you buck your hips in unison, eager to achieve your respective peaks. Letting out a loud groan, your cum finally fires straight into the air and splatters across your [chest]. The imp keeps haphazardly jerking your now sensitive tool. Your cum helps to lube up his hand, allowing him even faster strokes that force another load to begin building inside you. You can only squirm on the muddy ground in response to the pleasure, your dick still feeling sensitive from your last nut. Finally, you sense the imp's own hot dong violently quivering against yours. He grunts, his cum spewing up his rod to pour hot seed all over your body. Groaning again, you unleash another load of your seed up into the air that soon splashes upon you like scalding rain.}]

Panting like a whore, you feel clawed hands begin to grab and fondle your [ass]. Wincing, your buttcheeks are forcibly pulled apart to expose your [asshole]. An imp wastes no time in ramming himself deep inside. You [if (pc ass tight){ wail in agony as you're cruelly stretched around the imp's impressive prick}|{ grit your teeth, but his girth still forces an unwilling moan from the back of your throat}]. Without any finesse, the demon pounds into your body, eager to claim your ass as his own. He growls, slapping your booty until your skin turns[if (pc skin red){ even redder than usual}|{ red}]. You whimper, trying your best to endure the savage strikes being delivered upon your cheeks. The demon furiously speeds up, eager to bust his nut. Giving you a final vicious thrust, he buries himself to the hilt in your bowels and pumps you utterly full. Sensing his seed flooding your ass sends you over the edge too [if (pc has dick) {and you pathetically spew your own cum into the mud}|{, groaning and shuddering from the pleasure he's inflicting on you}]. As the imp yanks his dick free, you wince and grunt upon feeling another imp excitedly plow himself into you until blasting you full.

You continue to be used by every single imp, each one eager to either shoot their cum in or on you. Covered head to toe in repugnant imp jizz, you loudly pant in an effort to catch your breath. After what seems like hours of fucking and cumming, you find your vision blurring. You struggle to stay awake, not wanting to miss a chance to possibly escape. Another imp takes you from behind, rutting you like a dog in heat. Gritting your teeth, you fail to resist an earth-shattering orgasm that rages through you. Your body quakes all over, the fatigue from this endless fuck-a-thon becoming too much as your vision finally goes dark.
[Next]

//PC locked in a pillory and raped until death; 
Awakening to a painful ache in your loins and asshole, you try to move your body. It doesn't take you long to find that you're unable to do much aside from slightly turn your head to the left and right. Looking around, you see two chameleon-girls who are also in a similar position to you. As you realize you've been locked in pillory, a sudden breeze blows over your nude body. You shudder [if (pc exhibitionist){in excitement}|{shame}] over being left outside, naked and exposed, to anyone who might happen to pass by. Struggling to escape, you discover the holes that your hands and head are locked into are simply too small for you to pull through. You continue to try however, desperate to escape before any demons happen to stroll by.

Laughter erupts from behind you suddenly, causing your body to tense up. It's the sounds of some imps likely enjoy the view your efforts are providing them. Their sounds get closer, until you feel hot breath begin tickling your exposed [skin]. A hard cock begins rubbing against [if (pc has legs) {one your your [legs]}|{lower body}], smearing a sticky fluid all over you. Looking over at the chameleon-girls, you see two imps have pulled up some chairs. They hop on them, getting level to the lizard-girl's modest asses. The two girls meekly whimper as the demons excitedly yank their reptilian tails aside and slip inside them. One chameleon-girl's swollen pregnancy swings back and forth as she gets pounded without any mercy. The other is treated the same, though the imp yanks her tail in an effort to make her let out a near muted whine. She stays relatively quiet despite his efforts, barely reacting beyond her soft sobs.

The imp who was humping you seems to leave, but you soon feel clawed hands begin roaming your [ass]. You shiver as your cheeks get forced apart, exposing your asshole to the imp's hungry eyes and the bog's muggy air. His warm drool drips down onto your [skin], clarifying just how much he appreciates what he sees. The crown of his dick begins to prod at your asshole, smearing the sticky precum all over your quivering backdoor. Gritting your teeth, you hold back a groan as the imp drives his manhood deep inside your bowels. He doesn't wait for you to adjust to his intrusion, eagerly pounding away so that his hips bang up against your [ass]. You can only moan and gasp from the brutal way his fat prick scrapes at your inner depths. His clawed fingers dig into your flesh, leaving tiny cuts as he grunts and cackles over how your insides tighten around him. It feels like he ruts you for hours, sweat dripping from you onto the ground below. The imp holds your [hips] firm, ramming into you one last time before unloading his corrupted jizz deep in your tingling guts. Your body betrays you, shuddering from the pleasure while happily milking each spurt of imp cum that it possibly can. As the imp callously pulls his cock out of you, he gives your [ass] a loud [b:smack]. 

While you continue to shudder, your eyes drift to the chameleon-girls who are in the same boat as you. The pregnant one arches her back and groans, cum spilling from her hole as the imp pulls his dick free. Another soon takes the last one's spot, eagerly fucking her for all he's worth. He lies on her back, squeezes her pregnant middle tight as he violently pistons himself into her without mercy. The other chameleon-girl hangs her head, scarcely able to moan anymore, even as the imp floods her insides. She only lets out a quiet whine while the next imp digs his claws into her ass, and begins fucking her so hard that his hips thunderously bang against her rump. Your observations are soon cut short, another imp eagerly taking your ass without any pity. Twisting around from the harsh insertion, you hear the demon laugh maliciously as he desperately attempts to ram his full length into you again and again. 

It isn't long before you feel him bast your insides with his corrupted fluids, and the cycle continues. Another imp taking the last one's place and pounding you until he finally explodes into your shuddering butthole. The horrible cycle repeats, continuing until you can't even recall how long you've been locked up and abused. [if (pc has no vag or genderless) One day, the imps force you to drink a strange white fluid. It tastes delicious, but grows your breasts into massive udders that heavily hang from your chest. [if (pc has penis)Your maleness soon vanishes too, leaving you with}|(pc genderless){you even grow}] a tiny clit and a new cunt that is soon agonizingly torn apart by the demons' massive cocks.}] Countless imps all rape you over and over, each pumping their tainted cum into your waiting womb. It was inevitable that you'd eventually grow heavy with their vile spawn. They don't care much for your pregnancy however, taking you as hard and fast as they please. You give birth so many times you that lose count, always pushing out a brood for your new masters. Eventually, you don't have the strength to react to the raunchy fucking you receive on the daily. When the imps finally begin to tire of you, you're dragged through the mud and into the keep. You think you might have heard someone call your name, but you just can't recall who the voice belongs to. It sounds so familiar, yet you can't seem to place a face to it anymore. Your mind is so far gone by now that you don't even realize you're being disposed of.
[GameOver]

//PC chooses to interact with the "pillories" in the courtyard; 
Approaching the pillories, you take a closer look at the chameleon-girls who are currently locked up in them. The blue chameleon-girl doesn't even acknowledge you standing next her, simply letting her head limply hang. Her breasts are modest lumps, similar in size to the other chameleon-girls that you've seen out in the bog. You can't deny that she has a fine rear, one that is nice and soft, despite the many claw marks that now scar it.

The other chameleon-girl is brown in color. She whimpers, and quickly averts her gaze downwards when you two briefly make eye contact. Her breasts and stomach heavily hang beneath her, her pregnancy obvious on her slender frame. Milk slowly drips from her nipples and down onto the mud. She certainly has a fine ass, one that just begs to be groped and smacked. 

Some stickily white fluid is smeared on their inner thighs, likely the dried leftovers from the imps who last used them. There are also a few wooden chairs nearby. Likely to allow the imps to readily get at whoever happens to be locked up in the pillories. This is certainly not a fate you'd wish to share.
[Free] .tooltip = Free the girls.
[Brown] .tooltip = Fuck the brown girl.
[Blue] .tooltip = Fuck the blue girl.
[Leave] .tooltip = Leave them alone.

//leave; 
You back away from the pillories, leaving the two chameleon-girls alone.
[Next]

//Free; doesn't have key or thief background; successfully freeing them reduces pc corruption slightly;
You decide to free the trapped girls, easily locating the two iron padlocks that keep them trapped in the stockade. Unsurprisingly, you discover the locks are shut tight!

[if (pc str => 80) Not letting that stop you however, you begin using your immense strength to pull on the heavy padlock that is holding the brown chameleon-girl captive. The nails keeping the thing bolted to the wood eventually begin to give, and you grit your teeth from the extreme exertion. Sweat drips from your brow, your muscles screaming as you abruptly stagger backwards. You hold the broken lock in your hand, letting it unceremoniously drop onto the muddy earth. Helping the brown chameleon-girl out from the pillory, she mumbles a quiet '[i:thank you]' before weakly limping away and disappearing into the bog's foliage. 

After you wipe the sweat from your brow, you move onto the lock that is holding the blue chameleon-girl captive. You repeat the same process, mustering every ounce of power you have to tear the thing off the wood. Your hands burn from the stain, but you eventually break the lock and drop it onto the wet ground. The blue chameleon-girl looks at you uncertainly as you help her out from the stockade she was locked up in. You ask whether she has the energy to stand. She weakly nods in response, just barely keeping herself up right on her shaky legs. The chameleon-girl sluggishly limps away from you, completely vanishing into the bog's foliage}|{Unfortunately, you simply lack the strength to tear the locks off the wooden stockades. It appears you'll have to locate the keys first if you want to free the chameleon-girls who are currently trapped in them}].
[Next]

//Free; pc has the fortress keys; 
Grabbing the lock that keeps the brown chameleon-girl trapped in her pillory, you try the keys you've found until one happens that to satisfyingly [b:click]. You help her out, keeping her steady until she manages to stay upright on her own. [say: Thank you,] she quietly whispers. The girl worryingly cradles her swollen middle, limping away to quickly disappear into the bog's foliage. 

You waste no time freeing the blue chameleon-girl next, removing the lock and throwing the wooden board that secured her in place away. Helping her to her feet, you ask whether she has the strength to stand on her own. She stares at you for a moment, nodding her head soon after. Releasing the girl, she tries keep herself up right on her wobbling legs. The chameleon-girl nearly collapses, but you manage to catch her just before she falls into the mud. She whispers her thanks, and you continue holding her until her legs no longer shake. Letting her go again, you watch as she slowly shuffles away and soon disappears into the tall grass that surrounds the fortress.
[Next]

//Free; pc has thief background; 
You locate the two heavy padlocks that are keeping the chameleon-girls trapped, carefully taking your time in examining them. Calling on your skills as a thief, you get to work picking the lock that keeps the brown reptilian-girl trapped first. Slowly, you press your ear against the metal fastener, listening for the tumblers to satisfyingly click. You lick your lips in anticipation, euphoria coursing through you when the thing finally pops open under your skillful touch. Letting the lock drop into the mud, you toss the wooden board off the chameleon-girl and help her stand. The girl softly mutters a thank you, cradling her swollen middle as she limps off into the bog, disappearing into the foliage.

Wasting no time, you now get to work on picking the padlock that holds the blue chameleon-girl captive. She stares at you wearily, likely wondering what you're currently trying to do. Pressing your [ear] against the metal fastener, you listen to the tumblers and lick your lips when you hear them wonderfully [b:click]. You let the lock drop into the mud, flipping the cumbersome wood off the girl that was once confined by it. Keeping the girl up right, you ask whether she has the strength to stand on her own. She hesitantly nods, nearly collapsing into the mud when you let her go. You manage to catch her however, allowing the girl to lean on you until her legs cease their shaking. Having steadied herself, the girl whispers a thank before she shuffles away and into the tall grass that surrounds the fortress.
[Next]

//pc selects to fuck the brown chameleon-girl; requires pc have dick; 
While staring at the pregnant girl who has her ass sticking out, you sense your [cock] begin to stir [if [pc dressed){inside your [clothes]}]. [Walking] behind her, you place your hands firmly upon her fine rear. Her skin is surprisingly smooth and soft. You can feel her shivering while you grope her ample ass cheeks, though she doesn't make a sound. Wetting your lips, you appreciate how your digits can slightly sink into her flesh. She continues to shiver, and now starts to whimper, as you stroke her backside. Parting her buttcheeks, you stare at her openly gaping cunt and asshole. The imps have certainly done a number on both her entrances, leaving you to momentarily wonder just how long she's been here. That thought is quickly pushed aside by you continuing to grope her juicy ass, and feeling your manhood twitch in desire.

[if (pc dressed){Shifting your [clothes] aside, you expose your [cock] to the bog's humid air.}] Taking your manhood in hand, you give it a few pumps and place it between her buttcheeks. Pushing her cheeks together, you hump into the deep crevice they create. She whimpers from you slipping and sliding against her, your precum leaving glistening trails across her brown skin. Her tail begins weakly waving about, thumping your chest a few times. Ignoring it, you thrust your hips forward, relishing in how her backside jiggles like jelly. You can occasionally catch glimpses of her large tits and swollen middle swaying beneath her. Pulling your throbbing rod from between her asscheeks, your precum drools from your needy [cock]. Sliding your hands over her ass, you stop when you arrive at her motherly hips. 

Tightening your grip on her waist, you press your glans against her gaping cunt. Pushing forward, the chameleon-girl whines as you move your manhood through her slick inner depths. Instincts take over, your hips practically moving on their own as they bang up against her ass. She loudly gasps, the sounds of flesh on flesh echoing throughout the fort's courtyard. You vigorously stir up her insides, appreciating how they try to tighten around you. Her juices leak down to the ground, even splattering all over your crotch. You eagerly slam your [if (pc dick big){crown right against her cervix, prompting an even louder cry from the restrained girl. Grinding against her deepest point, you grit your teeth in frustration that you cannot drive your massive manhood in any further}|{entire length into her depths. A pleased groan finds its way past your lips, your manhood grinding along her wet and bumpy inner walls}]. Her two cumbersome breasts loudly smack into each other like pendulums, milk spraying from them as they lewdly shake. Even her pregnant stomach notably swings back and forth from your passionate pounding.

Continuing to slam your hips against her ass until it turns red, you sense your [if (pc has balls){[balls] begin to delightfully tingle}|{gut wonderfully tighten}]. As you work to an explosive release, your entire body trembles, jolts of pleasure running from your [cock] to your brain. Her pussy spams, excitedly clasping your tool in a way that begs for you to empty all you can muster into her slutty body. Gritting your teeth, you push yourself deep inside while your sperm races up your shaft and finally paints her rolling walls a milky-white. The girl lets out a groan as you thoroughly fill her insides. You weakly keep on thrusting, her insides still trembling around your manhood in an attempt to drink down all your baby batter. Each spurt you let out causes both her and you to gasp in pleasure.

Pulling yourself free from her twitching body, you watch as your seed slowly leaks out from her gaping hole. You can hear the girl loudly panting in an attempt to catch her breath. She glances at you, quickly averting her tearful gaze back down at the muddy ground. Pleased that your lust has been quenched, you leave the girl locked the stocks.
[Next]

//PC fucks the blue one; pc doesn't have a dick;
[if (pc dressed){You remove your [clothes] enough to expose your lower body to the bog's warm air.}]  Leisurely, you [walk] around the restrained chameleon-girl so you're standing right in front of her face. She raises her head, emotionlessly gazing up at you. You [if (pc has vag){spread your [pussy], exposing your entrance}|{turn around to show the girl your [butt]. Reaching back, you spread your cheeks to reveal your [asshole]} to the reptilian-girl and order her to start licking. She reveals her impressive pink tongue to you, letting it spill from her mouth. You bite your lip, appreciating how she doesn't hesitate to start probing your [pussyorass] with the glistening organ. Shuddering, you sense it slowly pushing [if (pc has pussy){past your lower lips}|{into your pucker}]. 

The thick tongue burrows inside you, rubbing against your insides to send shocks coursing through your body. Your walls tighten around the intruder, squeezing it. The tongue is slick with saliva however, easily allowing it to slip in deeper and deeper. Quaking uncontrollably, you can sense it [if (pc has pussy){suddenly poking up against your womb}|{wildly wriggling around inside your ass}]. You groan in delight while the thick organ continues squirming about, massaging your insides to send pleasureful shocks coursing through you. It slowly begins to pull out, quickly thrusting back in without warning. Your back arches as the tongue pumps in and out of you like a tentacle. It grinds around, seemingly eager to thoroughly taste your body. You bite down on your lip, gripping your knees to try and stop your body from trembling. Your [if (pc has pussy){naughty juices coat the chameleon-girl's tongue, making it glisten even more}|{bowels clench up, trying to pull the intruding tongue back in whenever it drags back to pull out}]. 

Feeling your stomach begin to tighten, your vision flashes white. A loud moan escapes your lips, your body shivering as the thick oral organ keeps thrusting in and out of your pleasure wracked form. Arching your back again, you moan even louder as you hit your peek over and over. You nearly collapse into the mud as your body is overwhelmed by blissful sensations. It feels almost like your mind is melting before you manage to stagger away from the chameleon-girl, her tongue popping out of your [pussyorass] with a lewd [b:squelch]. 

Still shaking in pleasure, you take a few moments steady yourself and catch your breath. The chameleon-girl lets out a weak groan, pulling her tongue back into her mouth. Her head loosely hangs, surely missing many comfortable options while still trapped in the stocks. After collecting yourself, you wipe the sweat from your brow before leaving her be.
[Next]

//Room 3; Main hall; 
The main hall is dimly lit by four sconces which are set up in each corner of the room. You're grateful for the light they provide, since the spacious chamber would be pitch-black otherwise. Both the surrounding walls and floor are made from the same cold, gray stone. There is a dirty purple carpet which practically points you straight ahead. It stops short of the staircase leading up to the floor above. 

A wooden chair is set up by the southern door, perhaps intended for a guard who is [i:supposed] to be keeping watch on those who are coming and going. Considering the seat is now empty, it's safe to say they're probably slacking off instead. To your left, there is a large room full of long tables and benches. On your right, all you see is a long hallway that is poorly lit.
[North]
[West] [South] [East]

//Room 4; Mess Hall; 
An abhorrent stench instantly assaults your nostrils when you enter this spacious room. The repugnant odor likely emanates from all the crusty plates and bowls that have been left out on the impressively long dining tables. Glass bottles are messily piled beneath the benches. Most are empty, though you see some contain a few remaining drops of some darker liquids. The stains marring the floor come in various colors. It isn't difficult for you to figure out what the milky-white splotches are likely from... Some wooden logs have been piled up by a rusty stove, while an open fireplace helps illuminate the room. A large black pot hangs over the roaring flames.
[Pot] .tooltip = {Check out what's in the pot}|{Perhaps you should mix the poison you found into the pot?}]
[North] 
[West] [East]

//pc's first time entering Room 4; 
An obviously corrupted woman currently stirs whatever is inside the cumbersome cauldron. Her skin is an ashen-gray and curved black horns stick out from both sides of her head. The boney protrusions curve backwards to nearly blend in with her waist length hair that matches their color. She is practically naked, clad in only a frilly white apron that leaves her ample buttocks on display to your gaze. The demon's spaded tail swishes back and forth while she hums an offbeat tune. 

Her melody abruptly ceases as she glances over her shoulder to stare at you. The tainted woman's glowing yellow eyes meet your gaze. She turns around to face you, revealing she has an impressive rack. The woman's nipples are already stiff, prominently poking through the fabric of her apron. An endearing smile appears on her face while she interestedly eyes you up. She says in a playful fashion, [say: My, My, My! I don't recall ever seeing you around here before. Aren't you just the most [b:scrumptious] [if (pc height < 60) {little}] thing!] Her forked tongue slides from her mouth to creepily wet her lips. She narrows her eyes at you and darkly proclaims, [say: I'm sure the imps would be delighted to have some fresh meat! Would you be so kind as to get into this pot all on your own?] You watch as the demon grabs a rusted meat cleaver from off the nearby stove. 

She flashes you a frightening grin, letting out a loud laugh as she swings the sharp blade at you!
[go to fight] 

//PC fights the demon cook; 
You are fighting a demonic cook: 
The woman in front of you has obviously been twisted by the corruption that taints this realm. You figure she stands at around [if (imperial){5'4"}|{164 centimeters}] tall. She has ashen-gray skin, and two black horns poke out from both sides of her head. The boney protuberances curve backwards, almost blending in with her waist-length hair that matches in color. She has an undeniably attractive face that would bewitch many men. A forked tongue occasionally pokes out of her mouth to lick her lovely lips. She is wearing only a frilly white apron. You note that cloth can barely contain her impressive bosom that loosely jiggles about. Her nipples notably tent the fabric, the area around them appearing a little damp to you. She has motherly hips that sway back and forth, complemented by a plush backside that your fingers would easily sink into. A spaded tail swishes around behind her to audibly slice the air. There is a heavy meat cleaver gripped tightly in her hand. 

The wild grin she wears while wielding it fills you with a sense of dread. 

//stats; balance however you please; 

//Attack phys; 
The corrupted woman slashes at you with a meat cleaver! 

//Attack lust; increases the demon's lust too, maybe?
You watch as the demon slowly pulls her apron aside enough to let her one of her hefty tits bounce free. She cups it, giving it a crude squeeze before slowly tweaking the dark nipple that tips it. A hot moan escapes her lips as milk starts to dribble from her breast. She slips her other hand under her apron, the woman's body quivering in excitement.

She moves to touch the space between her legs, a wet noise emanating from it. The demon reveals her fingers to you, showing off the strands of naughty fluids that perversely hang between them. She whispers, [say: Fighting like this is getting me all hot and bothered. Maybe I'll have some fun with you before chopping you up!] 

//PC lost; 
You crumble to the filthy floor, [if (pc lust max){the ache in your loins no longer able to be ignored}|{the wounds you've sustained finally proving too agonizing for you to simply ignore}]. The demon approaches you, brandishing her meat cleaver while her forked tongue dances across her lips. You desperately try to use the last of your strength to crawl away from your foe. Your efforts are moot however, as she cruelly plants her foot upon your back to pin you in place. Looking over your shoulder, you grit your teeth as you stare up into her glowing yellow eyes. A mirthful giggle stems from the demon, her unnatural smile making your heart almost instantly stop. She cheerfully asks, [say: Now, just where do you think you're trying to go?] 

Your foe raises her blade high, swiftly bringing it down upon you. Instinctively, you roll over onto your back and attempt to use an arm to shield yourself from the savage blow. The sharp tool sends a searing pain shooting through your body when it strikes your forearm and splits your flesh open. You can see she has cut you right down to the bone! The demon only laughs, pulling back to merrily swing again. This time she ends up cutting straight through your fingers. You only can scream for a moment as a deafening [b:thwack] silences your voice, the hefty tool sinking deep into your skull. 

The last thing you ever see is the demon's vile grin. 
[GameOver]

//PC wins; 
The demon collapses to the ground, [if (lust 100) {eagerly slipping both her hands under her frilly apron to start touching her crotch in a desperate bid to relieve the heat you've stirred in her loins}|{covered in too many wounds to fight any longer}]. Her meat cleaver hits the ground with a [b:clang]. Just to be safe, you kick it out of her reach as you take a moment to decide what you should do with her now... 
[Fuck] .tooltip = Use her to sate your lust.
[Vampire] .tooltip = Question the demon to see if she can tell you anything about Emily. 
[Kill] .tooltip = Murder the demon. 
[Go away] .tooltip = Tell the demon to get out of your sight. 

//Vampire;
[if (pc found Emily) You ask the demon whether she happens to have the keys to the cells. She smugly replies, [say: Do you really think they'd trust me with something as important as those?] Ignoring her mocking tone, you demand she tell you who does. The demon pouts at you. [say: That's no way to ask a lady for something. Maybe if you say [b:pretty please], I'll at least consider telling you.] You take a deep breath, reminding the demon of the position she is currently in. [if (pc armed) {Flashing your [weapon] at her}|{Cracking your knuckles}], you add that you can always just make her talk.

You notice the woman tense up slightly at your explanation. She begrudgingly informs you, [say: I'd guess one of the two boss women upstairs might have the keys to cells.] It doesn't seem like she is lying to you. You suppose you'll have to search above for the keys.}|{You go on to describe Emily to the demon and ask whether she sounds familiar. A smug smirk appears on the demon's face at your inquiry. She teasingly asks, [say: Do I remember anyone like that? Hmmm, it does ring a bell, but I just can't seem to recall! Though, maybe I'll remember something if you say, [b:pretty please].] Taking a deep breath, you remind the demon she is at your mercy. You [if (pc armed) {gesture to your [weapon]}|{crack your knuckles}], adding she should really reconsider testing your patience any further. 

The woman notably tenses up at your words. She begrudgingly tells you, [say: I suppose I did see some little girl locked up in the cells who looked like that. The cells are over that way.] The woman points out the door you came in from. [say: Head east and you can't miss them!] It doesn't seem like the woman is lying to you. You suppose you'll have to check out the cells and see if Emily is being held in one.}]
[Give pc the above options again] 

//Go away; 
The demon meekly stares up at you from her position on the cold ground. She trembles under your gaze, squeezing her eyes shut in preparation for whatever fate you have in store for her. Many would likely take the chance to play with her body, or at least slay her for having the gall to attack them. While you doubt this demon would have shown you any mercy, you're not like them. 

You decide to spare this demon's life, ordering her to vacate this place at once. Her eyes slowly open, widening upon hearing your decree. Crouching down so that you're eye level with the demoness, you explain you won't be granting her any mercy should [if (pc corruption > 50){she ever oppose you}|{you find her causing trouble}] in the future. Asking if she understands, you get nervous nodding in response.

Satisfied by her answer, you let your corrupted foe struggle back to her feet. She weakly limps away from you once she does. The demon leaves the room and you behind without bothering to look back. You can only hope she won't end up creating problems for anyone else.
[Next]

//kill; 
[if (pc weapon is blunderbuss) {Aiming your [weapon] at the demon's head, you pull the trigger and a loud boom echoes throughout the room. Her headless body lifelessly slumps over, bits of bone and brain respectively scattered and smeared across the floor.}]

[if (pc weapon is firearm) {Raising your [weapon], you take aim at the demon's forehead and pull down on the trigger. A loud bang reverberates throughout the room, your bullet flying straight through her skull. Her body limply falls backwards, blood still leaking from the massive hole you've left in her head.}]

[if (pc weapon scythe or axe) {The demon's eyes widen as you swing your [weapon] at her neck, severing her head from her shoulders. Her lifeless body lays still on the floor, no longer a threat to anyone now.}] 

[if (pc weapon is sharp){You thrust your [weapon] into the demon's skull, pushing forward so that her back slams against the stone floor. Her body weakly spasms for a few moments, but soon goes limp. You pull your [weapon] free, swinging it to clean any corrupted blood that still stains it.}] 

[if (none above apply){You grab the demon's head, twisting it until her neck sickeningly snaps. Her body twitches for only a few moments more, soon merely laying lifeless on the floor.] 
[Next]

//fuck; pc has dick; 
You [if (pc dressed){shift your [clothes] around to expose your [cock] to the open air and}] get on top of the fallen demoness. A smirk appears on her face while you shift aside her apron, taking a moment to appreciate how her hefty tits flop free. She coyly asks, [say: Like what you see[if (pc child){, [boy]}]?] The woman's hand reaches for your manhood, gently wrapping her fingers around it. A moan escapes your lips, the corrupted lady's hand slowly pumping your tool. You reach up to squeeze both her boobs, eager to grope them to your heart's content. Her two nipples look stiff enough to cut diamonds. Milk starts dribbling from the woman's teats, and you find yourself instinctively leaning down to suckle the motherly liquid. You squeeze her tits together as you take both her rigid nipples into your mouth at once. Breast milk generously coats your tongue, and you greedily indulge in the nostalgic taste. [say: I had no idea you were so thirsty! Mommy's so sorry for neglecting you,] she coos and moans in an almost mocking fashion. 

Lewd panting emanates from the demoness's throat as you continue sucking and biting on her nipples. She tightens her hold on your cock, your precum leaking from the tip to lube up her fingers for faster strokes. You let her hard nipples escape your mouth with an audible [b:pop], the mammaries still trembling and leaking their milky contents. Flipping the demon's apron up, you expose her glistening slit. She spreads her legs for you, letting go of your twitching manhood. You grab the woman's motherly hips, slipping and sliding the underside of your length along her drooling cunt. Your [cockhead] catches on her entrance, gliding inside and her legs instantly wrap around your waist to pull you in deeper. Feeling her cunt's bumpy inner walls snuggly coiling around you, you instinctively pound yourself into the corrupted woman. The demoness[if (pc dick big){throws her head back as you hammer against her quivering cervix. It seems not even a monster such as her can handle your full length}|{strokes your back as she happily takes in your entire length again and again}]. 

Wet noises echo throughout the room, the woman's pussy splattering her naughty honey all over your crotch. Your length notably glistens, throbbing each time you stir up her depths. Her tits press against your [chest], leaking their milk all over you. The demon lewdly moans into your ear while begging you to take her harder. You of course oblige, the jolts of pleasure coursing from your shaft to your brain spurring you on. Suddenly, the corrupted woman's inner walls begin to erratically spasm around you. Clenching your teeth, you sense your [if (pc has balls) {[balls] churning}|{abdomen tighten}] in preparation to send your gooey payload through your throbbing tool. Zealously pounding away with renewed fervor, you pin her arms above her head and slam your full length into her one last time. [if (pc has knot) The woman wails in blissful pleasure as you force your knot right past her drenched lips. Slowly, it expands inside to ensure she'll stay stuffed full of your swimmers.}] You throw your head back while you pump her womb to the brim with every last drop your body can muster. The demoness lifts her butt up off the floor, appearing eager to take your load straight into her baby chamber. Continuing to wiggle your hips, you relish in how her cunt keeps happily milking you dry. 

The ashen skinned woman quivers beneath you, gasping for air as you finally pull your length free. Satisfied that your lust has been slaked, you use her frilly apron to wipe your now flaccid dick clean of the lewd juices that remain on it. The demon hungrily stares at you, licking her lips. She reaches for her cum stuffed pussy, shuddering all over while she caresses her clit. The sight nearly entices you to take another round. You resist the temptation however, deciding to carry on searching fort instead.
[Next]

//fuck; pc no have dick; 
You [if (pc dressed){take off your [clothes], and}] get on top of the defeated demoness. She coos at you when you shift her apron around to let her ample titties bounce free from the fabric's tight confines. Hefting her breasts, you take the moment to appreciate their weight and move to give them a hard squeeze. The demon bites her lower lip, shuddering when you pinch her hard nipples between your thumb and fingers. Her matronly milk begins to leak from her teats, so you take one of her mammaries into your mouth to drink down the nostalgic fluid. The demon takes this time to begin groping your [chest] herself. You let her erect nipple pop free from your lips, puffing out your chest to help the demoness massage your [breasts]. 

The demon licks your cheek using her forked tongue, suddenly giving you a wonderful idea. Biting your lip, you eagerly reposition yourself so you're sitting on the woman's face. You grind [if (pc has pussy) {your cunny against her lips}|{ass against her}] and order her to put that tongue to work. You feel her oral organ snake across your [pussyorass] without any hesitation, the sensation forcing shivers to race up your spine. Wiggling your [hips] around, you bite down hard on your lower lip to try stifling your lustful moans. Her tongue dances around your [if (pc has pussy){[clit]}|{pucker}], seeming to mock you with only near entry. 

As you're about to voice your complaints, you feel her begin to push inside you. Grabbing her head, you groan as your inner walls hug the dexterous intrusion. The demon's tongue squirms all over, happily tasting every inch of your [pussyorass]. Your heart races in your chest, pounding as the pleasure the demon is inflicting upon you makes white flashes dance across your vision. Arching your back, you let out a lewd whine when she hits just that right spot. Again, the demon's eagerly pokes and prods that special area inside your [if (pc has pussy){naughty cunny}|{lewd rectum}]. Spasming uncontrollably, you reach behind you to roughly pull and twist on the demon's nipples. The woman lets out muffled cries into your [pussyorass], bucking her hips wildly over the way your abusing her impressive tits. 

The corrupted demon tongue dives into you seemingly further, forcing another wonderful jolt to wrack your brain. Your teeth chatter together, your eyes rolling back as you let out a slutty cry and yank on the demon obscene mammaries. Your tainted partner quakes beneath you, squirming around and letting out muffled cries that would be deafening otherwise. [If (pc has legs) {Standing up on your still shaky legs}|{Shakily stand up}], you stare down at the gasping demon. She loudly pants to catch her breath, licking her lips that glisten with her spit [if (pc has pussy) {and your lewd honey}]. You watch the demon flick her tongue out at you, attempting to entice you for another go. 

While a tempting prospect, you elect instead to [if (pc dressed) {slip your [clothes] back on and}] continue exploring the fortress.
[Next]

//Pot; 
Approaching the pot, you lift the lid to see steam rising from the green liquid bubbling inside it. You find yourself having to cover your nose upon sniffing whatever is currently cooking. The stench coming from it is, to put it mildly, nauseating! It's difficult to believe anyone would ever willingly eat something so repugnant. You suppose some demons are just not very picky about what they'll put into their mouths. 

Using the ladle that was left resting in the cauldron, you curiously stir pot. As you mix the simmering soup, your eyes wide as you watch an eyeball leisurely float up to the surface. It is not long before you catch a few scaly fingers and even a tongue bobbing up and down in the dark-green liquid too.

Quietly, you to put the lid back on before backing away from the vile stew.
[Next]

//pot; pc has "rat poison"; 
After considering how the demons have poisoned this land, you figure it'd only be fitting to do the same to them. You remove the pot's lid and crinkle your nose in disgust as the soup's stench assaults your nostrils. Retrieving the poison that you found, you open the container and sprinkle the white powder it holds into the bubbling soup. You watch the liquid change color, going from a dark-green to a rusty-red as you stir it around. Satisfied with the toxic mixture, you put the lid back on and move away from the cumbersome pot. 

Anyone who tries to eat this now will surely be put out of commission. [if (pc hasn't taken care of the imps in room 9 & saw they were in there) Maybe you should call those imps hanging out in the next room in here and let them taste test it for you?]
[Next]

//room 16; larder; 
Carefully [walking] down some creaky wooden steps, you find yourself standing in a compact space. Unlike the other rooms in the fortress, you find the floor here is simply dirt rather than stone. The air is pleasantly cool. One could even argue it's a tad chilly when compared to how it is outside. Looking around, you spot a few cupboards lined up against the two far walls. All things considered, you'd say the cabinets look to be in good shape. There is also a wine rack which still contains a few dark bottles. 
[Cupboard 1] .tooltip = Search the first cupboard. 
[Cupboard 2] .tooltip = Search the second cupboard.
[South]

//pc searches the first cupboard; 
You approach the cupboard. Its doors creak as you pull them open to see there is nothing inside besides a thick layer of dust. Moving on, you search through the lower drawer to see [if (survival mode){something wrapped up in some white cloth. Curiously undoing the bundle, you find it contains a few hard biscuits. They're likely still good enough to eat}|{it also contains nothing but dust. While disappointing, you doubt it would have been wise to try and eat any food you could have found here anyway}].
[Next]

//pc doesn't take the biscuits; 
You elect to not take the biscuits. Wrapping them back up in the cloth bundle, you put them back in the cupboard's drawer and leave them be.
[Next]

//pc searches the second cupboard; probably put the "rat poison" in key items? 
Approaching the second cupboard, you pull open its doors and start searching through the shelves inside it. While most shelves are bare, you do manage to spot a purple bottle. You take the container so you can get a better look at it. Checking out the label, you find it simply depicts a little mouse lying on its back, with two X's over the little critter's eyes. Popping the cork, a nauseating smell floods your nose. Checking inside it, you discover the smell is coming from a white power.

Sealing the bottle back up, you realize you could put this in that pot you saw back in the kitchen... You elect to take the rat poison with you for possible use. 
[Next]

//Room 9; Barracks; 
The many bunkbeds set up in this room leave it feeling oddly cramped. Most are pressed up close to each other, leaving you just barely enough space to maneuver around. You can see the fur blankets and pillows are covered in milky-white stains. Even the walls and floors aren't free from the same splotches that dirty the beds. The musty stink floating in the air is a thick mixture of sex and sweat. 

You suppose the imps don't do much in here but sleep and jack off.
[North]
[East] 

//Room 9; but pc didn't fight the imps in the courtyard; 
Ominous cackling reaches your ears as you stand outside the door to the next room. Curious, you push it open enough to peek inside. You see the source of the noise is countless imps. The space they are in is perhaps where they all sleep and likely where they spend most of their time. Most are sitting or lying on the bunkbeds. A few are fighting over who gets to have a cot, attempting to push each other off so they can have a bunk to themselves. Some other imps are simply sitting on the floor as they furiously stroke their members, elbowing each other occasionally. Another group is in the middle of gangraping a fellow imp. They have him held down as one viciously pound his ass raw. You shudder, noticing how the little red vermin seem spurred on by their brethren's pained screams.

While you could simply charge in and try to fight them all at once... You might be able to find another way to take care of these pesky demons.
[Charge in] .tooltip = Rush in and face the imp hordes!
[Call in] .tooltip = Call in the imps so they can eat the soup you poisoned.
[Back off] .tooltip = You're going to avoid them...

//Back off; 
There is a fine line between bravery and recklessness. Simply rushing into a room filled with so many enemies is certainly the latter. You quietly back away from the door for now. 

Maybe you can manage to find something in the kitchen that can might help you take care of them... 
[Next]

//Call in; maybe have the option to do this only appear if the pc actually poisoned the soup?; 
You [if (pc killed the demon cook){drag the demonic cook's corpse away, carelessly tossing it into the larder so it is out of anyone's sight. Having hid the dead body you've created, you}] whistle loud enough to let the imps know the food is ready. As you hear the red vermin begin rushing to the kitchen, you open the door to the pantry and hide away in there. You leave the door open a crack, watching as the demons eagerly scramble into the kitchen. They search around for a few seconds until laying their greedy eyes on the pot. The horde of demons lick their lips, pushing each other aside, fighting to pick up any dirty bowls they can find off the table and floor. 

One imp lifts the lid off the cauldron to fill his crusty bowl to the point it overflows. More imps follow suit and, while it'll thin their numbers regardless, you worry whether there will be enough soup to poison them all. The pot is soon emptied, leaving some imps grinding their teeth over how they've failed to get their share. The others simply cackle at their fuming brethren, greedily putting the bowl they grabbed for themselves to their repulsive mouths. One imp's cackling suddenly stops as the demon grabs his gut. You hear him let out a low groan, collapsing to the floor. Another does the same, though the imps who were without a bowl for themselves merely throw their companions' bodies aside and begin to drink whatever soup was left behind. 

As you watch on, you notice more imps begin gripping their stomachs while their faces twist up in agony. They crumble to the floor, only to be laughed at by their peers. One even mockingly shouts, [say: What little bitches! Can't even handle some fucking soup.] He greedily gulps down a mouthful before his head loudly bangs against the table. Soon enough, all the imps are left foaming at the mouths and writhing around on the stone floor in pain. You wait a few more moments, patiently waiting until none are left moving.

Upon seeing all the imps have been taken out of commission, you exit the larder and are careful to step over their disgusting bodies.
[Next]

//PC charges in; 
Without any further consideration, you [If (pc has legs) {kick}|{push}] the door open with a deafening [b:bang]. An imp falls off a cot, the others jumping to their feet as they hungrily eye you up. You stand in the middle of the room, daring them all to try and face you! They glace at each other before turning back to gawk you. The imps let out giddy laugher as they all surround you. A few imps are already reaching inside their loincloths, openly fondling their cocks and balls in anticipation for what they likely intend to do to you. 

You [if (pc armed) {ready your [weapon]}|{crack your knuckles}] in preparation to fight off these vile vermin.
[Next]

//PC fights multiple imp horde; how about three?
Countless imps surround you, each one appearing nearly identical based on the vile grins wear. They each have bright red skin, appearing only a few feet tall, and have greasy black hair resting on their heads. The demons are all unarmed. It looks like they intend to use their sharp claws to cut your flesh to ribbons! A few are already reaching into their raggedy loincloths, excitedly stroking their members. You're sure they're fantasizing about what they'll get to do to you should they succeed in bringing you down!

//imp stats: Probably less damage than the above one? Since they're unarmed; 

//PC wins; 
The last imp collapses to the stone floor, [if (hp 0){covered in too many wounds to fight on any longer}|{too busy furiously pumping his pulsing red prick in an attempt to slake the lust you've stirred up in his loins}]. Countless imps now limply litter the barracks, and it's impossible not to feel a sense of pride welling in your chest at the sight. Many would have surely been overwhelmed by the sheer number of enemies, but despite having the odds stacked against you, you managed to come out on top. 

You know your work here is not done yet. After a short breather, you prepare to continue searching through this old fortress. 
[Next]

//PC lost; 
The [if (pc hp 0){wounds you've sustained are}|{lust raging in your loins is}] too much for you to endure any longer and you weakly collapse to the cold floor. Now helpless, you meekly raise your head to stare up at the imp hordes that still surround you. The vile monsters lick their chops, tossing off their loincloths to reveal countless red pricks. Two imps pounce you as you try to stand. The little devils grab your wrists and firmly pin your arms above your head. Powerlessly, you squirm around to break free of their hold. Your efforts only earn you the crowd's heartless laughter. An imp slightly larger than his brethren steps forward. He [if (pc dressed){pushes a smaller one aside to savagely shred your [clothes] and}] grabs you by your [if (pc has legs){legs}| (pc naga lower){thrashing tail}|{[hips]}]. Some other imps assist him, and you can feel their clawed hands crudely grope you while the red pests carry you towards one of the lower bunks. 

You're tossed onto a straw bed with a [if (silly &pc child){pomf~}|{thump.}] Before you can try to escape, your arms are grabbed by two imps who are now holding some rope in their hands. Not wanting to be tied down, you try and yank your arms away, only to be pounced on by the larger imp. He licks your cheek, covering it in slobber while roughly squeezing your [chest]. His dick grinds against your stomach, smearing precum across your [skin] that makes your flesh begin to crawl. You wince as your feel the bristly rope dig into your wrists, tightly securing you to the bunkbed's wooden posts. [if (pc has legs){Despite trying to kick at the monsters, your [legs] are given the same treatment, bound by rope so you're spread eagle for your captors' pleasure.}] The demon on top of you grins, his dick [if (pc has dick) {bumping against your own as he slowly moves}|{slowly moving}] down towards your waiting [if (pc has vag){holes}|{hole}]. You shudder when you sense his blunt crown start to prod against your [pussyorass]. Instinctively, you try twisting and squirming away from him. The demon trying to penetrate you quickly grows tired of your resistance, letting out an annoyed growl. 

He grabs your [hips], painfully digging his clawed fingers into your skin and shoving his waist forward. You grit your teeth as the imp's blunt cockhead forces its way past your [if (pc has pussy){ [if (pc virgin){innocent}] vaginal lips}|{pucker}]. You grit your teeth, bury himself deep inside your depths before zealously pounding into your body. Loud smacking echoes through the room, the sound of flesh perversely banging against flesh. The other surrounding demons all cheer and laugh. You manage to catch a few urging their corrupted comrade to hurry up and fill you up. Drool drips from the imp's mouth, splashing down on your [skin], your rapist's face contorted into a pleasure-drunk expression. Turning your head doesn't help at all. You see other hideous imps watching on, wearing the same lustful look as they jerk themselves off. There's no doubt they're all waiting to take their turn... A dreadful shiver races up your spine at the thought of being used by so many. The demon inside you unexpectedly drives his burly member against just the right spot. A groan unwillingly escapes your throat as the pleasure builds inside you. His crown scrapes and grinds all around, and your [hips] begin to sting as he continues to bang himself against them. [if (pc has breasts) Your [if (pc breasts big) {ample}|{modest}] tits bounce around each time the imp rams in and out of your [if (pc has vag){[if (pc vag virgin){now deflowered}] cunny}|{[if (pc anal virgin){just broken in}] backdoor}]. Your pitiful panting grows heavier as the imp's thrusting increases in its passion. Another shiver runs up your spine as you realize he soon intends to flood your insides to the brim. 

Some of the other demons must be growing impatient since, they take your hands to make you wrap your fingers around their cocks. You reluctantly stroke them, hopeful they'll at least spare taking your [pussyorass] should you satisfy them. The red cocks excitedly pulse and throb, practically scalding your palms with how hot they feel. Both demons groan, throwing their heads back in delight as they thrust into the cavity your hands are creating for them. Their precum lubes them up, allowing them to slide faster and faster. You bite your lower lip as thick strings of hot cum suddenly spring from the two cock's respective heads. A shot lands across your nose, the scent making your heart race even quicker in your chest. As the two imps free up your hands, more take their place. You find your wrists already aching as you start to jerkoff the next duo. 

Arching your back in bliss, your insides suddenly clutch up around the cock slamming inside your [pussyorass]. You shiver all over, the imp's pace becoming brutal as he grips your hips hard enough to cut open your skin. The stinging pain mixes with the pleasure, sending conflicting jolts throughout your body. The imp lets out a hard grunt, forcefully hilting himself deep inside your depths. His cock erratically throbs, blowing his corrupted jizz [if (pc has pussy){straight against your needy womb}|{deep into your twitching bowels}]. You wail in bliss, your insides milking the dick for all your worth. Eyes rolling back into your head, you [if (pc has dick) even feel your own cock fire your seed all over your stomach as you}] gasp desperately in an attempt to recover all the air you just lost. Shuddering, you watch as the imp yanks his member free, the now flaccid rod covered in [if (pc has pussy) both his cum and your lewd juices}|{his leftover seed}]. 

Without a moment to rest, you feel another imp shoving the spent one aside to ram himself all the way inside you. Unlike that last, he doesn't take his time at all and pounds away at a zealous pace. Your aching hole can barely take it. Letting out a scream, your mouth is quickly plugged by another cock. You gag and choke, your vision blurring as the imp's sack pounds agonizingly against your nose. The dicks in your mouth and [pussyorass] happily twitch, cum soon flooding into your respective orifices. You choke down the seed but are given little time to rest as another corrupt cock takes its place. An imp pumps you full to the brim, your stomach so full of the sticky demon cum you feel you might end up bursting. They don't even care as you puke it up however, eagerly pouring more and more of their lust inside you. 

The cycle continues, every hole you have getting stuffed full of repugnant imp cocks and cum. You're used as a meat-toilet, the little devils each eagerly taking all their frustrations out on your alluring body. They bite, scratch, and fuck you until you eventually black out. Even after you wake up, you're just used again until your body begs for it to all end. Your brain is constantly working, pleasure racing through it over and over. As another load fills your aching body, your mind feels as though it is drifting away. Why suffer through it all when you can just give in? Surely pleasure is better than pain. Maybe you'll even enjoy being their fucktoy someday.
[GameOver]

//Room 10; Armory
Various weapons and armors are scattered about the place. Some old spears horizontally hang on the wall to your left, while others have had their shafts broken in two and lay carelessly on the stone floor. There are a couple leather helms sitting on some shelves, and rounded hide shields sit beneath them. Rusted swords and hand axes currently sit in a dusty barrel. Taking a closer look, you see the all the weapons are chipped. They look like they'd shatter upon hitting anything solid. Two wooden training dummies wearing chainmail shirts are set up against the back-most wall. Unfortunately, the armor is hardly suitable for use any longer. The metal rings are corroded, leaving gaping holes which would allow just about any weapon to easily hit the wearer. [if (pc history blacksmith){It's a real shame to see so much equipment has been left to waste away.}] Tucked away in a corner[if (pc broke chest){ are the remains of the wooden chest you smashed}|{, you manage to spot a wooden chest}]].
[Chest] .tooltip = Take a look at the chest tucked in the far corner.
[South]

//Pc unlocks chest using the fortress keys they found;
You approach the chest that is sitting in the corner. Taking a closer look, you see the lid is coated in a thick layer of dust. A heavy, iron padlock tightly secures the lid to the bottom. You examine the lock, checking it out in case it happens to be trapped or something. One can never be too careful in this land. Last thing you need is the chest to turn out to be some weird monster. Luckily, nothing seems off about the lock or chest. You take out the key ring you found and begin trying them out. The first one fails to even fit the lock, while the second goes in, but fails to turn it. A third key leads to the same result as the first. Finally, the fourth key slips into the lock, turning the tumblers until the click.  The iron padlock pops open, falling to the ground.

You open the chest's lid, discovering it contains a rather strange looking axe!

//Chest; pc has no key; pc hasn't opened it yet; 
You approach the chest that sits off in the lonesome corner. Taking a closer look at it, you see the lid is covered in a thick layer of dust. The unassuming box is tightly secured by a heavy, iron padlock. On closer inspection, you can notice bits of rust coating the metal. Tugging on the lock proves unproductive, indicating it'll probably need a key...
[Smash] .tooltip = While it might risk breaking whatever is inside, you could try just bashing it open.
[Pick] .tooltip = Perhaps you could pick the lock?
[Back] .tooltip = Leave the chest alone for now.

//Back; 
You choose to leave the chest alone and turn your attention to exploring the rest of the fortress instead.
[Next]

//Pick; pc has "thief" history; 
Crouching down so you are eye-level with the lock, you begin to examine it. The iron clasping is rusted, yet certainly sturdy. It'd surely provide the owner a certain confidence, comforting them that their goods will remain safe and secure. Given the countless years you have spent honing your craft, you've come across many locks just like this one. While a greenhorn could have some trouble opening it, you yourself are certainly no novice. You carefully begin picking the lock, hearing the tumblers inside as they so teasingly turn. Closing your eyes, you closely listen until a satisfying [b:click] reaches your ears and the latch pops open.

Opening the chest, you find it contains a strange looking axe!

//Smash; 
You determine you don't need any damn key and [if (pc has blunt) {raise your [weapon] high before slamming it}|{crack your knuckles before delivering a decisive punch}] down onto the chest's lid! [if (pc str => 80) {The wooden box caves under your strength, loudly cracking apart and sending wooden splinters all around the room}|{[if (pc has blunt) {Your [weapon] recoils off the wooden box, sending you staggering back slightly. While checking over your weapon, you let out a relieved sigh upon seeing it didn't end up breaking. It appears this chest is studier than you thought!}|{You let out a grunt, a stinging pain surging in your hand as it [b:bangs] against the wooden box. Rubbing your still-throbbing wrist, you realize it's going to take more strength than you possess to smash open the chest.}] 

//PC successfully smashes chest but item breaks; 
Eagerly checking inside the chest, you discover the item inside [i:was] an odd-looking axe. To your dismay however, it seems you smashing open the container has also ended up cracking the weapon's wooden handle in two. You suppose that's the risk you take when using brute force to accomplish things. 

Either way, this weapon is now useless to you...
[Next]

//PC successfully smashes chest; item doesn't break; 
Having smashed open the chest, you find it contains an odd-looking axe!
[Next]

//PC doesn't take the axe; 
You decide against taking the axe with you, placing it back inside the chest for now.
[Next]

//PC approaches chest again; didn't take the axe; 
You[if (pc smashed chest){ check inside}|{ open}] the chest again to see the strange looking axe is still sitting inside. 
[Take] .tooltip = Take the axe. 
[Back] .tooltip = Leave it alone.

//Room 5; Hallway 1; 
The long hallway you are in is dimly lit by some torches attached to the fort's cold walls. It contains no decorations, making the narrow corridor feel oddly foreboding. An open doorway lies straight ahead. 
[East] [West]

//Room 6; Prison cells; 
A few prison cells are contained in this torchlit room. The individual compartments are blocked off by sturdy iron bars that require a key to open. Inside the cells, you can see straw messily spread out across the floor. Shackles meant to restraint prisoners loosely dangle off the back walls. [if (pc hasn't freed Emily){Emily lies on the floor. Aside from heavy chains tightly wrapped around her childish body, she is completely naked. Pitifully, she looks up at you as you stand outside her cell.}]

//First time pc enters the room; 
Emily struggles to lift her head higher at the sight of you. She whispers, [say: [name], is that you? No, no you couldn't be here... I guess it was only a matter of time until I started seeing things.] You reassure Emily you're not a hallucination and explain you've been searching for her. Emily looks rather taken aback, her eyes widening upon hearing your words. The vampire girl asks, [say: Why? You should escape before you get hurt or possibly something even worse...!]
[Confess] .tooltip = You tell Emily you love her.
[Fran] .tooltip = You promised Fran you'd find her.
[Care] .tooltip = You suppose it's because you're fond of her.

//Confess; only an option if Emily affection 100 => & pc didn't embrace Emily in part 3; 
You relay your reason for being here by professing the love you've come to hold in your heart for Emily. A weak smile spreads across the vampire girl's childish face at your words. Tears begin to form in the corners of her crimson eyes, soon creating shiny trails down her pale cheeks. 

She timidly tells you, [say: Couldn't you have picked a better place to tell me this? Though you've got to work on your timing, I... I've grown to love you too. As you kept visiting Fran and me, I found myself beginning to feel... happy, whenever I saw you and started looking forward to seeing you again.] She stares sadly into your eyes. [say: It hurt to think I might never see you again... That your face would be just a memory. Even though I dreamed you would come save me, I honestly never expected it to come true.] The girl bound in heavy chains blinks the tears away from her eyes as she whispers, [say: I'm happy to see you... really, I am. I still don't want you to end up captured like me... so, promise you'll leave me here if you have to.] 
[Refuse] .tooltip = Deny her request.
[Okay] .tooltip = You agree to her request.

//Okay; 
Nodding your head, you agree to Emily's request. Should it come down to it, you'll flee by yourself. Emily gratefully smiles at you, [say: Thank you... Please, stay safe.] 
[Next]
//refuse; 
You deny Emily's request to leave her behind, informing her it isn't something you can stomach. It'd hardly be fitting for a champion, and you've come here to save her, so you intend to do just that, no matter what happens! Emily lets out a long sigh as she sweetly smiles at you. She says, [say: I should've figured you'd refuse... Promise me you'll at least be careful?] Nodding, you swear to Emily you'll try to be cautious. She adds in a lighthearted tone, [say: I'll be really, really angry with you if you fail to keep your promise! I mean it!] 
[Next]

//Fran; 
You tell Emily you promised Fran you'd find her. Emily's lips curl up into a soft smile as she fails to hold back a laugh. [say: My little sister really made you promise to find me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Still, I don't want anything to happen to you for my sake. I'd like to selfishly request something too though... Can you... Can you look after Fran in my stead? She likes you a lot and I think she'll be happy having you look after her.] 

//Care; 
You tell Emily you've grown to care for her and that's why you intend to save her. The vampire girl can't hold back a smile at your words, a blush brightening on her pale cheeks. She shyly tells you, [if (Emily affection => 80){[say: I did dream you would come save me. Never expected you would really show up here.}|{[say: Confessing to me now isn't fair at all... but I... admit hearing those words from you made me happy.}] Still, I truly don't want you getting hurt for my sake.] 

//From above Fran or Care; 
While her caring about your safety is thoughtful, you let her know you intend to free her no matter what. Emily nods, smiling at you. She quietly tells you, [say: I'll be here... please be careful and watch out for their magic. I underestimated how strong their spells could be... and ended up in their clutches.] You nod, thanking Emily for the warning.
[North] [Emily] .tooltip = Interact with Emily.
[West] [South] [East]

//Emily; 
You crouch down so you're closer to Emily's level. She struggles to sit up, the heavy chains she's bound by making any movement hard for her. Emily worriedly asks, [say: Are you alright, [name]?] 
[Capture] .tooltip = Ask Emily how she got captured. 
[Demons] .tooltip = See what Emily can tell you about the demons here.
[keys] .tooltip = You've got the keys to get Emily out of here!
[Leave] .tooltip = You'll be back.

//Leave; 
You tell Emily know you'll be back soon. [say: I'll be here,] Emily replies. [say: Not that I can go anywhere else at the moment.] She offers you a smile and shrugs her shoulders, the chains binding her loudly grinding together when she shifts around. [say: Please be careful...] 
[Next]

//Capture; 
You request Emily to explain how she ended up getting herself captured by demons. Emily replies, [say: They caught me while I was out hunting. Even though Fran and me had decided we were going to live with you, it's important for us to drink some blood before traveling. Can't be too careful when the sun can kill us without it.]

[say: Normally, I'll just encounter chameleon-girls or those strange fae while I'm out in the bog, and I can't say I expected to run into an imp gang being ordered around by some... strange creature.] Raising a brow, you try finding out what she means. [say: I suppose the imps were being led by another... demon? She looked like the kitsune who usually stay deep in the forest. At the same time, she didn't look like them either, since she had monstrous wings and horns. Her arms and legs were covered in scales too. While the imps weren't too much trouble, she used them as a distraction and...] Emily's pale cheeks grow flushed. [say: Cast some weird spell on me that made my body feel all hot and weird, and quickly took all my strength.] 

Emily lowers her head, gritting her teeth as she admits, [say: I should've been more careful.] 
[Next]

//Demons; 
You question Emily for any information she has about the demons currently infesting this old fortress. She tells you, [say: Besides the imps, I've seen at least three demons so far. One comes in here wearing nothing but an apron to sweep sometimes. She has gray skin and two horns sticking out from her head. Another seems to be a mage or something.] 

You notice Emily shudder as she starts talking about this particular demon. [say: He wears a long robe, and has a cat's tail and ears. Like the one before, he has two horns sticking out from his forehead. I don't really like when he comes in here to visit me very much... He always drags me into the room further down and either straps me into a chair in there or ties me to a wooden post.] Emily fails to stifle a sob and takes a deep breath to collect herself. She soon goes on, [say: He started by pulling out my fingernails and watched to see how fast they grew back before he'd rip them out again and again. It... It hurt. Another time, he whipped me until I bled and kept whipping me until my body finally stopped closing the wounds. My back still hurts... That mage has been demanding for me to tell him where they can find more vampires too.] Emily takes another deep breath.

[say: The final demon I know about is the one who managed capture me. She has a few fox tails like the kitsunes that live deep in woods do, but she has huge horns, wings, and some sharp claws too. Her limbs are also covered in black scales like a lizard. [if (pc is kitsune&dragon){I think she how she looks reminds me of you a little...}] I've overheard her talking to the mage about how she wants to know whether vampires are as durable as they say. I... I don't know what they'll do to me after they learn everything they want...] Giving Emily a nod, you thank her for the information she shared.
[Next]

//Keys!; PC has acquired "Fortress Keys";
Retrieving the keys you found, you triumphantly reveal them to Emily and begin searching for one that'll fit this lock. Emily watches in anticipation, smiling when you both eventually hear a satisfying click. Pulling open the cell door, you enter it and quickly approach the chained-up vampire girl. You repeat the same process you did for the previous lock, trying every key until you discover one that ends up fitting. You carefully help Emily remove the heavy chains that were keeping her bound. Once they're off, you can freely see her flat chest and the smooth slit between her slender thighs. 

She blushes and tries to cover herself using her arms and hands as she shyly asks, [say: I... I suppose you... didn't happen to find my clothes anywhere?] All you can do is offer a shrug. It's possible the demons already threw her old robe out. She nervously bites on her lower lip. [say: [if (Emily affection > 80){I... I guess I don't mind you seeing me naked that much. Although, it does feel a little embarrassing.}] I'm going to miss those clothes a lot. They had holes in them, but they still were important to me...] Emily winces as she tries to stand on shaky legs, struggling to keep herself up right.  
[Bridal] .tooltip = Scoop Emily up into your arms and carry her out of here.
[Your back] .tooltip = Carry Emily on your back. 

//Bridal; give Emily affection if the pc doesn't have 100 yet; 
Emily lets out a surprised [i:'Eeep'] as you sweep her off her feet and into your arms. You place one hand under her legs and use your other to support her back, holding the slender vampire girl like she's a princess. A shy blush quickly across Emily's pale cheeks. She smiles and mumbles, [say: Thank you, [name]... I'm not too heavy for you, am I?] Given Emily's delicate frame, [if (pc strength =>60){and how strong you are,}] it shouldn't be any trouble for you to carry her. You reassure Emily it's your pleasure to do this and she smiles, gratefully leaning her head on your shoulder.

//My back; 
Turning around to show Emily your back, you lower yourself a bit and tell her to get on. Emily hesitantly asks, [say: Are you sure?] You reassure Emily and she climbs on your back, carefully wrapping her arms around your neck and shoulders. She uncertainly asks, [say: I'm not too heavy for you, am I?] The vampire girl's weight [if (pc strength =>60){is almost nothing for someone as strong as you are}|{isn't too much for you to handle}]. You simply let her know it's your pleasure to carry her and Emily rests her chin on your shoulder. 

//From either above; 
Carefully, you move Emily out of the fortress the same way you came in. The vampire girl [if (pc carrying Emily bridal){lifts her head}|{leans her head over your shoulder}], gently placing a tender kiss on your cheek. She sweetly whispers into your ear, [say: That's just my tiny thank you for saving me. And did Fran tell you what we decided on?] You curiously raise a brow and Emily cutely laughs in response. [say: Fran and me agreed that [if (Emily affection < 80){staying with you would be the best thing for us to do}|{we'd both be a lot happier living together with you than other vampires}].] She lightly brushes at your cheek with her dainty fingers. 

[say: I would say let's go straight to your camp, but we really should pick up Fran first. She'll probably be upset at me for leaving her all alone for so long, but I can only imagine how much more upset she'd get if I went off to your camp without her.] You explain Fran will be glad to see her again as you make your way through the muddy bog. [say: I really miss her too,] Emily admits. [say: That doesn't mean I'm looking forward to hearing how much she'll complain that I left her all alone though!] 

You offer Emily your condolences while you make your way back to the mansion.
[Next]

//follow up scene for after the player carries Emily out of the dungeon; Player moves Emily and Fran to their camp; 
You push through the bog's overgrown foliage while carrying Emily [if (pc carrying Emily bridal){in your arms}|{on your back}]. Emily shifts around, quietly grumbling about all the pesky insects buzzing about or the plant life that often ends up nearly smacking you two in the face. As soon as the rundown mansion enters your sight, Emily gently pokes at your cheek with a smile on her lovely face. She asks, [say: Don't you think Fran is going to be jealous if she sees you carrying me?] You wonder whether Emily is alright to walk on her own though. She did look rather shaky earlier. Emily [say: (if Emily affection > 80 & pc carrying Emily bridal){cuddles closer to your chest and playfully replies, [say: Will you keep carrying me like this if I tell you I can't? Because I'm finding it rather comfortable as things are.]|{uncertainly replies, [say: I'm honestly not sure yet.]}] You inform Emily you'll just apologize to Fran if she's upset over it.

You enter the mansion and head upstairs to the master bedroom. As you arrive, you see Fran hesitantly poke her head out of the wardrobe. Her crimson eyes practically twinkle like diamonds upon seeing her big sister and you. She excitedly throws open the wardrobe's door, running out to greet you two as you let Emily down. The little blonde girl happily hugs her big sister squeezing her so tight you can see Emily wincing. Fran sadly tells her, [say: I really missed you! How come you were gone for so long?] 

Emily returns her embrace and explains, [say: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to leave you alone. I... ran into some trouble, but [name] came and saved me.] Emily looks at you, smiling gratefully.

Fran releases her elder sister from her embrace and gives you a fond squeeze this time. She happily exclaims, [say: Thank you for keeping your promise and finding my big sister!] The little blonde girl [if (pc height > 48){stands on the tips of her toes so she can plant}|{plants}] a thankful kiss on your cheek. You can see her pouting when she releases you however. Fran turns around and says, [say: But don't think I didn't see you carrying my big sister! I wanna be carried too sometime, okay? It's not fair otherwise!] She tilts her head and stares at her elder sister. [say: U-Uwaaa... And how come you're naked?] 

A blush appears on Emily face as she tries to hide her nudity using her arms. She admits, [say: My clothes got taken from me and, look... can we just talk about this later? Go grab Mr. Hops because we're going to [name]'s camp now.] Fran's eyes widen in delight at Emily's words. You watch the little vampire girl happily dash over to the wardrobe to pull out her beloved stuffed animal. Emily meanwhile, walks toward the fireplace and bends over to pick up the old white sheets they left spread out in front of it, allowing you an unintended moment to peek at her soft-looking butt. [say: It should be fine to take these with us,] she says more to herself than anything else as she tucks them snugly under her arm.

Fran hugs her stuffed rabbit to her as she exclaims, [say: I'm ready!] The little blonde girl gently takes your hand, squeezing it gently. [say: Let's hurry, I wanna see your camp already!] [if (pc lewded fran){Fran leans a bit closer and you hear her whisper with a shy blush on her freckled face, [say: Do you think we could do even more stuff that feels good together too? I hope we can...]}] 

You feel Emily grab your other hand and [if (pc confessed to Emily){lovingly}] say, [say: We wouldn't want to get separated by accident. [if (pc confessed to Emily){You know, I'm really happy I'll get to live together with you and my sister.}]] 

With both Fran and Emily holding your hands, you leave the rundown mansion behind and lead them to your camp.
[Next]

//Room 7; Torture chamber; 
A single lantern dangles on a chain overhead to scarcely illuminate this shadowy space. A whip covered in barbs, and other tools designed for torture, hang on the far wall. In the middle of the room is a wooden chair that has rough leather straps attached to both its arms and legs. Bloody pliers are resting on a dirty table with some other tools. There's a sturdy wooden pole with chains hanging off it, securely bolted to the stone floor. 
[Downstairs]
[South]

//Room 8; Stairs up; 
Steep stone steps lead up to the fortress' next floor. A faint light shines at the top of the stairs, providing only the smallest bit of light. 
[Upstairs]	
[South]

//Room 11; Stairs Down; 
A stairway leads down to the floor below. There are two closed wooden doors, one to your left and another to your right. Ahead, is a hallway that is dimly lit by torches resting in sconces attached to the gray, stone walls. 
[Downstairs]
[West] [South] [East]

//Room 12; succubus room; 
This modest room strongly stinks of both sex and sweat. The straw-stuffed bed has been left unmade as both the sheets and blankets are messily bunched-up near its foot. A small, wooden nightstand is situated right next to the bed. The oil lamp sitting on top of it helps illuminate the otherwise lightless room. [if (bottles left){Some full milk bottles have also been left on the table.}] Oddly, a lever juts out of the wall near the bed.
[West] [Bottles] .tooltip = Take the succubus milk.
[Lever] .tooltip = Pull the lever?

//Lever; 
You pull on the lever and hear a loud [b:*click!*] come from somewhere outside the door.
[Next]

//Bottles; maybe have 3?; 
You take one of the full milk bottles for yourself. 

[if (pc has no room & tosses it){Sadly, you don't have any more room in your pack, so place the bottle back where you found it for now.}]
[Next]

//Room 14; Researcher's room; 
One of the room's stone walls is entirely hidden by a towering bookshelf. Many tomes clutter its shelves, though you can see a few are missing here and there, leaving some books leaning a tad to the side. Alembics, retorts, alongside a mortar and pestle too, are all situated on a long table. Smoke rises up from the alchemic equipment while the off-color liquids inside them bubble. A second, smaller table, has some old books stacked up on it. [if (pc visited here before){The armchair at the same table looks like it'd be a cozy seat.}] On the far wall, you can see a lever sticking out.
[East] [Lever] .tooltip = Pull the lever?

//First time entry; add this to above I guess?; 
Sitting in an armchair at the small table, is a fair-skinned cat-boy wearing a long, gray robe. He looks as though he's in his mid-teens at most. His black hair is cut short and two little, gray horns barely poke though his messy bangs, revealing his corrupted nature. The feline ears atop his head twitch and pivot about whenever he turns a page of the thick tome in front of him. His glowing-green eyes only shift to stare you for a brief moment before they return to his book. [if (pc pc's dragon score high){He quickly raises his head again, this time taking a weirdly fascinated look at you.}] 

//if PC's dragon score low; 
He calmly says, [say: Don't believe I've ever seen you around before. [if (pc corruption < 60){A new coworker, perhaps? You seem to have the right look in your eyes.}] [if (pc high imp score){It's easy to tell you're different from all the other imps who laze about below. You're lucky I can tell the difference or I'd have turned you to cinders. Odd anyone would ever choose to take an imp's form. They're detestable creatures, really. I suppose that might say a lot about you then, hmmm? Well, I can't say I'm not curious to learn who you are and what exactly brought you here.] His words are followed by him turning another page before clicking his tongue in annoyance.

//if PC's dragon score high; 
He touches his fingertips together and leans back in his chair as he says, [say: Not too different from Amal. Hmmm... I heard rumors the next generation of demon soldiers managed to escape, and that they also had some rather... [b:interesting] qualities.] His gaze seems to roam over you, a small smile appearing on his face. [say: You [if pc corruption => 60){almost look like you'd fit right in with some demons to me}|{hardly seem like you'd fit in with any demons though}]. More than likely, you're just some fool who transformed themselves just like my, [b:boss]].] He sneers at that last word, an irritated expression twisting up his youthful features. [say: Either way, I find myself curious to learn whatever could've lured you out to this miserable corner of the realm.] 
[Who?] .tooltip = You want know who he is.
[Job?] .tooltip = You'd want to know what he does around here.
[Vampires?] .tooltip = You're searching for Emily.	
[Keys?] .tooltip = You want the keys to Emily's cell. 
[Champion] .tooltip = You tell the demon you're a champion who plans to stop whatever they're currently plotting.

//Champion;
You inform the demon you're a champion who's here to ruin whatever plans they might have. He glares at you as he loudly slams the book he was reading shut. Leisurely standing up from his chair, he lets out a long sigh and declares, [say: We can't have that, so I suppose I'll just have to dispose of you then!] 

A bright flame ignites in the palm of the corrupted cat-boy's hand as you ready yourself for a fight!
[Go to combat]
	
//Who?
You decide to ask who [i:he] is.

[say: Who am I?] he repeats your question in surprise, taking his time to turn the page of the cumbersome tome he seems preoccupied by. [say: [b:You] may refer to me as [b:Theo the Great]. I'm a talented mage who once studied at an academy where [b:only] the best and brightest gathered. Course,] the cat-boy snickers, [say: that was before demons attacked and left it as just another pile of rubble. In a way, I guess I should be thankful to them for doing so. My magnificent talents were wasted there, and,] he begins grinning and slowly strokes his chin, [say: no longer aging will certainly prove beneficial in the long run. Wouldn't you agree that getting old is a tragedy? Costs us too much good talent. [if (pc is old){While I might not be old enough to sympathize yet, I'm sure you'd want to have your youth back, wouldn't you?}|{I'm sure you'd prefer to retain your youth forever too, right?}]]
[use above questions]

//Job?;
You decide to inquire into what he does around here.

The demonic cat-boy cheerfully replies, [say: I'm currently tasked with performing some important research.] He lightly taps on the book open in front of him. [say: You see, my boss managed to get her hands on something rather interesting recently, and I was tasked to figure out whether it will make her stronger or not.]

[say: So far, I've discovered the creature is more durable than most. While whipping the flesh on its back to bloody ribbons for hours, I watched as the wounds I inflicted healed right before my eyes! Not many beings can boast such a speedy recovery. To my disappointment however, I did find out there seems to be a limit on how many times it can heal in a short span. It still managed to heal up fully, albeit much slower and a lot of scarring remains on its back now. I'd love to try dissecting it or at least attempt amputation! But my boss refuses to let me run any experiments that could cost us the subject. Can you believe her? It's extremely frustrating to have my scientific curiosity left so utterly unsatisfied,] he grumbles, running his fingers through his black locks while letting out a disappointed sigh. [say: I've pulled out a few fingersnails too and gathered its blood for some other experiments. It'll be interesting to see what properties those might hold!] He pauses for a moment, his eyes shifting away from you.


After clearing his throat, he goes on to add, [say: I've probably already shared a tad too much information with you already.] 
[Next]

//Vampire; This option should only appear if the pc hasn't found Emily's cell; 
You let the demon know you're looking for a vampire girl, going on to describe Emily to him. His eyes widen for only a split second, a smirk quickly replacing the surprised look on his youthful visage. He raises a brow and asks, [say: That a friend of yours? Assuming I did know, I can't see why you think I'd ever honestly tell you where she was.] 

It's clear he knows something...
[Live] .tooltip = You'll let him go unharmed. He shouldn't test your patience.
[Painless] .tooltip = You'll consider making his death quick and painless.

//Live; 
You tell the demon he can leave this place alive after he divulges were Emily is. He closes his book as he stands up and mockingly inquires, [say: Do you really believe you could best [b:me]? Your sense of humor really needs some work! Perhaps turning you to cinders will help improve it?] A white fire begins to grow in the palm of his hand as he grins at you. 

You respond by raising your [if (pc armed){[weapon]}|{fists}] in preparation to defend yourself!
[Go to combat]

//Painless; 
You explain to the demon how you'll make his death painless as long as he provides Emily's location. Otherwise, he can simply imagine what you will end up doing to him. The corrupted cat-boy scoffs at your threat before loudly slamming the book he was reading shut. He stands up, dusting off his robe, glaring at you. The cat-boy wears a smirk as he inquires, [say: Are [b:you] seriously trying to threaten [b:me]?] He creates a small flame in the palm of his hand, the light emanating from it illuminating his cruel smile. [say: Well you're going to regret doing that!]

[if (pc armed){Readying your [weapon]}|{Raising your fists}], you prepare to battle the corrupted cat mage.
[Go to combat]

//Keys?; Have this only be an option if the pc found Emily; 
You tell the demon you want the keys to Emily's cell.

He raises a brow as he mockingly retorts, [say: Do you honestly think a demon would trust another with unwatched access to an important specimen? Unlike you, perhaps, my boss isn't [b:that] stupid. A shame really. I'd love to take it for myself so I can do whatever experiments I please. Nothing is more annoying than being kept under her watch whilst I toil oh-so earnestly for her sake.] The corners of his mouth curl up into a smug smile. [say: Rather interesting that you're after the keys to that creature's cell. Are you aware of what she is? In that case, you might be worth researching too. I do very much want to find a second vampire to play with. No matter how nicely I ask, the one we have simply refuses to tell us where we could find more of her kind.] 

The demonic cat-boy stands up, cockily grinning at you as he conjures up a blazing flame in his hand. You [if (pc armed){ready your [weapon]}|{raise your fists}], steeling your resolve for the coming fight!
[Go to combat] 

//PC fighting Theo; 
You are fighting [if (pc asked who){Theo}|{a corrupted cat-mage}].
The corrupted cat-boy in front of you is roughly [if (imperial){5'1"}|{157 centimeters tall}]. His black hair is cut short with a pair of gray horns poking out of his forehead that part his bangs. The two black cat-ears atop his head are currently folded back in a hostile manner. A matching feline tail swishes behind him and the smooth fur on it is bristling. He's wearing a baggy gray robe that conservatively conceals his body from you.

//Stats; balance it however, but he is supposed to be an okay mage;

//Physical attacks;
The corrupted mage throws a pitiful punch at you!

//magic attacks?; 
Blind: The mage points his palm at you, unleashing a sudden flash of blinding light!
Whitefire: With a flick of his wrist, the mage sends a blazing hot flame your way!
Arouse: The tainted wizard summons a black orb, hurling it at you! [if (pc hit){It flies into your chest, disappearing. You can't help shivering as lustful thoughts flood your mind. A desire to submit and debase yourself for this demon makes your loins ache with need.}]
Heal: You watch as the mage touches his palm to his chest. There's a blue glow as his wounds close!

//PC lost to Theo; 
Unable to endure the [if (pc hp 0){agonizing wounds you've taken}|{needy sensations in your loins}] any longer, you finally collapse to the hard ground. There is a smug grin on the corrupted mage's face as he stares down at you. He raises an arm and loudly snaps his fingers. In an instant, your body is engulfed in flames. You can only let out a scream as the fire burns your flesh, your skin sizzling and popping from the heat. Desperately, you futilely struggle to put yourself out. The corrupted mage bites down on his finger in delight at your suffering, ultimately failing to hold back his boisterous laughter. He shouts, [say: Do you regret facing me now? Suffer, you wretch!] 

As your lungs start to fail to take in precious air, your vision quickly grows darker and darker, even the burning pain is fading fast. In fact, you can't feel anything anymore. The last thing you see in your vanishing vision is the tainted mage still staring down at you, his face contorted in a satisfied expression as he watches the magic inferno he created using your body. 
[Next]

//PC beat Theo; 
The mage collapses to the hard floor with a loud [b:*thump*] as his [if (Theo hp 0){body is covered in too many wounds for him to withstand any longer}|{erection forms a bulge in his robe, revealing his own desires have manage to overwhelm him}]. He is at your mercy, meekly gazing up at you. The corrupted mage hesitantly asks, [say: I don't suppose you'll consider... sparing me?] 
[Vampire] .tooltip = You wanna know where Emily is. 
[Keys] .tooltip = You want to know where the keys to the prison cells are. 
[Kill] .tooltip = Finish him off.
[Spare] .tooltip = Let him go.
[Fuck] .tooltip = You've got needs to satisfy.

//Emily; Only an option if pc didn't find Emily locked up; 
You demand to know where Emily is before going on to describe the vampire girl's appearance. 

The corrupted mage begrudgingly reveals, [say: My boss did manage to capture a creature out in the bog that looks just as you described. You'll find it chained up in a cell downstairs. Are you happy now? I told you what you wanted.] 
[reuse above choices]

//Keys; PC found Emily in the cells or asked where Emily is; 
You gaze down at the beaten demon, demanding to know where the keys to the cells are. 

He doesn't hesitate to reply, [say: I don't have them! You'll have to go see my boss if you want the keys. She keeps them to herself, since she doesn't really trust anyone around here. Can you believe that? She thinks I'd run off with our test subject! It's very hurtful, considering how much I toil for her sake, hmph!] The mage lets out a huff, seemingly frustrated over the lack of trust he's been shown. Seeing he doesn't appear to have the keys, and his boss supposedly does, you order him to tell you where his boss can be found then. 

[say: She's further down the hall! See that lever on the wall? You'll have to pull that one and the one in the room across the hall to unlock her door. She's a tad paranoid, you see. Thinks that some imps who went missing a while ago might have went and told Lethice she's hiding out here,] he explains, throwing his head back to let out a laugh. [say: Hahaha! It's comical she believes some locked door would stop an angry demon queen, or anyone really, from getting to her.] 
[reuse above choices] 

//Kill; 
[if (pc using beautiful sword){Taking your beautiful sword, you thrust its holy blade straight into the demon's chest! He lets out a grunt, his eyes widening in terror as he's run through by you. He breathlessly gasps for air, your blade glowing with holy light while it completely incinerates the demon's vile heart.] 

[if (blade){You slash at the demon's throat with your [weapon], splattering his tainted blood across the nearby wall. His eyes widen as he grabs at his throat to stop the bleeding. You see palms weakly flashing, trying and failing to heal his wound. He glares at you, unable to voice his vitriol at you despite his mouth moving. You watch him limply slump over and see the light finally fading from the corrupted mage's eyes.] 

[If (spear){Taking your [weapon], you thrust it into the corrupted mage's chest! He helplessly grabs at its shaft, his blood flowing through his gritted teeth. He glares up at you, his grip loosening as you drive your [weapon] straight through his body. The demon lets out a breathless gasp, the light quickly fading from his eyes. You yank your weapon free when he finally expires and leave his corpse lying lifeless on the cold floor.] 

[if (blunt){Raising your [weapon], you slam it down onto the demon's head. There's a loud [b:crack] that echoes throughout the room as his skull shatters. Bits of bone go flying about and his tainted blood splatters all over the place. You wipe your face clean, watching the tainted cat's body twitch for only a moment before it goes completely limp, now lying lifeless on the stone floor.}] 

[if (firearm){Taking aim at the demon's head, you [if (silly mode){say, [say: Hasta la vista, baby.]}] and] pull the trigger. His head [if (pc using blunderbuss){is blown to bits}|{recoils backwards}] as his body lifelessly crumples to the stone floor.] 

[if (none apply){You grab the demon's head and twist his neck until you hear a [b:crack]! The corrupted cat falls over, his face still contorted in an angry sneer, even as he lays dead.]

//Spare; 
You order the demon to get out of here before you end up changing your mind. You're sure to add that you'll make him pay if you ever catch him causing any trouble again. The corrupted mage nods his head, his feline ears meekly folded back as he uses the nearby table to help pull himself up to his feet. He [if (hp 0){breathlessly}|{shakily}] utters, [say: I swear to never cross your path again!] 

With that, the demon staggers past you in an effort to leave you far behind him.
[Next]

//Fuck; pc has dick; 
You [if (pc dressed){shift your [clothes] around enough to expose your erect [if (pc multicock){cocks}|{cock}] to the open air. Eagerly, you}|{eagerly}] give your member a few preemptive strokes while standing over the beaten cat-boy. [if (pc dick size => 12){His green eyes widen}|{A smirk appears on his face}] at the sight of your [cock]. He [if (pc dick size => 12) nervously requests [say: Why... Why don't you just put that away? I'm sure we can talk this out instead!] Your manhood twitches at the fear in his voice, already excited to pound him into the ground.}|{smugly tells you, [say: Even the demon who ate my soul had a far bigger cock than that! You're hung just like a human, huh?] You sense your manhood twitching at his words, raring to show him how size isn't everything.}] Grabbing the front of corrupted cat-boy's baggy robe, you rip it off him, exposing his fair-skinned body to your gaze, and throw the leftover fabric aside. Both of his pink nipples stand at attention on his boyish chest. Even his modest feline cock is already hard. You give his member a dismissive flick, making him wince and grit his teeth as you comment he's not that impressive[if (pc dick < 12){ either}].

Turning the cat-boy over, you grab his slim hips and raise his rounded ass up. His feline tail thumps into you as you sandwich your dick between his soft buttcheeks and squeeze them together. Slowly, you begin hotdogging him, precum leaking from your tip. You feel him trying to squirm away from you while quietly growling. Not giving him the chance, you grab his tail and yank on it, forcing a pained cry out of his throat. The corrupted mage looks over his shoulder at you and grumbles, [say: Are you done yet? Just hurry up and finish already!] You hold onto his fuzzy tail, continuing to slide your [cock] between his pert asscheeks. Deciding you're ready for more, and while still squeezing his tail, you spread his butt to get a look at his pink pucker. It winks, practically begging for you to hurry up and claim it.

You line your [cockhead] up, the corrupted cat-boy tensing as you jab at his backdoor. He tries to scramble forward so he can escape your penetration, but you pull on his tail, keeping him from getting away. He loudly cries out as your [cock] pokes against his pucker, slowly slipping inside. The moment your tip manages to get into the defeated feline's bowels, you press your hips forward, sliding your length deep inside him. His back arches and [if (pc dick big){his stomach bulges outward around your member,}] his anal walls clenching up tightly around your intrusion. Meek cries escape the cat-boy every time you pound in and out of his asshole. Pulling on his tail even slightly gets him to clench even harder, forcing you to let a contented groan. His boyish buttcheeks jiggle like jelly under your powerful thrusts, bouncing about. He whines and whimpers, lowering his head as his lewd groans grow louder. 

Jolts of pleasure being sent from your [cock] to your brain demand you race to your well-deserved orgasm. Your grunts mix together with the tainted cat-mage needy gasping. He whines, [say: I-I'm not gunna... n-not—!] His words are suddenly cut off by his asshole's inner walls spasming around your tool as a pitiful shot of cum spews out of his trembling dick. Seeing that he's finished before you, you relentlessly hammer into him without mercy. He squirms about, crying out and begging for you to slow down. You refuse to grant his request as your own needs have yet to be met! The wonderful sensation building up in your [if (pc has balls){[balls]|{guts}] match your cock's constant wonderfully pulsing. You listen to the corrupted mage whine as he fires cum from his dick each time you slam into him. You can't even understand his words as he arches his back to a seemingly impossible degree. Giving him one last zealously thrust, you force your [if (pc has knot){[knot] into his ass, locking him to you like the bitch he is}|{cock as deep as it can go}] and throw your head back, unleashing all your pent up cum into his spasming asshole's depths. Your sticky seed pours into him in countless gooey ropes that cause you to shiver in bliss. [if (pc cum out high){The sheer amount you flood his stomach with makes it swell up until he looks just like a pregnant woman from back home}]. 

As you release your grip on the corrupted cat-boy's tail, he limply collapses to the stone floor, freeing your cock from his [if (pc dick big){now gaping}] ass at the same time. His eyes are rolled back, and his tongue hangs from his mouth, dribbling drool onto stone floor. You take his torn robe, making sure to clean yourself with the fabric before tossing the dirty cloth over him. 
[Next]

//PC doesn't have a dick; 
You [if (pc dressed){remove your [clothes], dropping them into a messy pile for now. Ready to satiate your needs, you}] grab the corrupted mage's robe and pull, tearing it off him and exposing his fair skinned body to your gaze. Tossing the ruined clothing aside, you see his two pink nipples stand at attention on his boyish chest. The hard, feline shaft between his legs is modest in size, by this realm's standards, and covered with little, fleshy barbs. He winces as you push him down onto his back and straddle him. He demands, [say: What are you doing? Get off!] You let him know that's the idea by grinding his prick [if (pc has vag){up against your [pussy]}|{between your buttcheeks]. Rocking your hips, the barbs on his dick rub along your [if (pc has vag){dampening laiba}|{winking [asshole]}]. A moan escapes your lips at the pleasureful shocks racing throughout your entire body. 

Pinning the cat-mage's arms down, you rock your hips faster and faster as he tries to pointlessly squirm out from under you. His wriggling only provides more pleasure, his feline cock twitching and even lubing itself up by leaking slick precum. He shuts his eyes tight, gritting his teeth in an attempt to withstand the pleasure you're inflicting on him. Your own mouth hangs agape, bits of drool running down your chin while you hump at this hard cat-cock. The fleshy barbs pull on your flesh on each pass, sending pleasureful jolts coursing through you. Reaching up, you begin pinching your nipples. You rub your [breasts], your movements becoming more and more erratic as a lewd heat builds up inside your tummy.

The mage beneath you shudders, raising his hips as his cock spasms to spew warm seed all over [if (pc has vag){your pussy}|{[butt]}]. Not finished yet, you continue to hump at his softening tool, listening to his gasps and watching him helplessly twist about. He winces while begging, [say: S-Stop already!] You ignore his pleas, moving your waist back and forth, the jolts of pleasure fogging your mind. You let out a loud cry as you feel your [if (pc has vag){pussy}|{pucker}] spasm in bliss and your tummy tighten. Your body trembles, the corrupted cat-boy gasping and shooting yet another load out from his twitching tool. Slowly, you come down from your mind numbing climax and see the demon under you still shuddering. You climb off him and use the remains of his robe to wipe up the naughty juices left behind by your fun, tossing the dirty rags on him.
[Next]

//pc pulls lever; 
You pull on the lever, hearing a loud [b:click] come from outside the room.
[Next]

//Room 13; upper hallway; 
Only burning torches sitting in scones decorate the gray walls of this hall. [Sun]light faintly manages to shine in through almost gaps in the stone. A massive wooden door is at the hallway's end. [if (pc didn't pulled levers){Two iron bars are currently keeping it from being opened by you. You'll have to find a way to remove them}|(pc pulled one lever){One of the two iron bars is pulled up, while the other one is still firmly locked in place}|{Both the iron bars blocking the door are pulled up.] 
[North] [East] 

//Room 15; Commander's Quarters
Posh red tapestries with gold trims and matching dragons emblazoned on them hang on the left and right walls. An extravagant bed befitting a lord is pushed close to the far wall. There's a well-crafted nightstand next to it with an oil lamp situated on top of it. You can see an impressive bookcase near the bed. More than a few tomes are currently missing from its shelves, leaving some lopsided. A blazing flame burns in the fireplace, helping to illuminate this otherwise dark space. Above the hearth hangs an old kite-shield with rusted twin broadswords behind it. An elegant and comfy-looking armchair is set up in front of it too. A rug on the floor has the same matching colors and dragon styled on it as the tapestries.
[West] [Nightstand] .tooltip = Search the nightstand.

//First time entry; 
A slender demoness raises her head to gaze at you with blue reptilian-esque eyes. She is currently sitting improperly in the comfy chair, her dragonic legs lazily dangling over the side. The big fox ears sticking out the top of her head occasionally twitch between her four massive black horns. You can't deny her alluring face with her silver hair that goes down to her waist would have surely drawn attention back in Ingnam. You watch her leisurely stand up from her seat, looking unconcerned by your presence. As far as you can tell, she looks to be of average height for a woman in her early twenties.

Curiously, you notice she doesn't have a single scrap of clothing covering her toned body. You see the feminine demon's arms and legs are densely covered in gray scales. The rest of her body is smooth skin that is pure white in color. Her breasts lack any nipples and are as flat as a board. You see there is a salivating slit between her legs, while another dry one can be found not too far above it. Two powerful dragon wings and seven fluffy fox tails fan out behind her. She raises a brow as she demands in an annoyed tone, [say: And you are who, exactly?] She snaps her fingers, summoning a spectral blade to her hands before pointing its deadly tip your way.
[Champion] .tooltip = You're [name]: a Champion!
[Unimportant] .tooltip = There's no need for a soon-to-be corpse to know that.
[Emily] .tooltip = She just needs to give you the keys to Emily's cell and you'll be on your way.

//Unimportant; 
You inform the corrupted scum there's no purpose in handing out your name to a corpse. Her blue-eyes widen for a moment, though her surprised expression quickly turns into a smug sneer. She retorts, [say: Aren't you the confident one! You clearly don't know who you're dealing with. I am Amal, the rightful queen of Mareth! The one who will soon dominate Lethice and make her my slave! I'll give you some credit, getting this far into my fortress and all, but your fortune ends here!]
[Go to combat]

//Emily; 
Ignoring her question, you make it clear you want the keys to where she's keeping Emily. You'll be on your way after she kindly hands those over to you. [say: Oh, is that really all? Is there anything else I can get you, hmm? Perhaps some scholar's tea and some biscuits?] she retorts in a mocking fashion. [say: You've some nerve, boldly barging into [b:my] fortress to make demands. It's almost comical, no really! Do you not know who you're messing with? I am Amal! The one and only rightful ruler of Mareth! The one who will defeat that pompous whore Lethice and make her kneel before me as a slave!] 
[Laugh] .tooltip = Her defeating Lethice? Now that's funny!
[Gimmie] .tooltip = She gives you the keys or dies by your hands, the choice is up to her.

//Gimmie 
You tried asking her and are growing weary of this conversation. You give her an ultimatum, either hand over the keys or you shall take keys anyway after ending her life. Amal raises a brow, effortlessly giving the conjured blade in her hand a twirl as she grins. She lets out smug laugh before asking, [say: Do you truly believe you could ever defeat me, stranger? I'll cut off your head and have it mounted on a pike for your insolence!] 

You [if (pc armed){ready your [weapon] for combat}|{crack your knuckles}] and steel your resolve in preparation to take down this corrupted fool!
[Go to combat]

//Laugh; 
Her defeat Lethice? That declaration causes you to laugh. She appears caught off guard by your outburst, eyes wide as she goes and takes a step back. Shaking her head, she gathers her resolves and demands, [say: What's so funny!?] You let her know just what you're laughing at, watching her scaly face contort with rage. [say: How... How dare you laugh at me!? [b:Me]!] The woman's seven foxen tails violently sway behind her, and her wings unfurl. Throwing her head back, she unleashes a blazing flame from her mouth towards the ceiling!

You gaze sternly into her blue-eyes that now smolder in rage and let out another laugh. [say: I'll kill you! I'll kill you and stick your head on a pike for your mockery!] Although still amused, you prepare to face the woman who is already readying her conjured blade!
[Go to combat]

//Champion; 
You declare your name is [name], a champion who was sent to this realm to defeat the demons infesting it. She openly snickers at your declaration before questioning in a mocking way, [say: You actually think [b:you] could beat us demons? Are you sure you weren't just sent here to become a jester instead? It seems that'd likely be a far more suitable position for the likes of you.] Ignoring her words, you demand to know who she is. [say: Who am I? I am Amal, the rightful queen of Mareth!] Somehow, you find yourself doubting those words. 

[say: Scoff all you like, mortal! With this form there's no way I could lose to anyone. Not you or that whore who calls herself queen could best me now!] She grins, extending her impressive wings and swaying her many foxy tails. [say: The might of a dragon combined with the magical skills the kitsune are known for has only bolstered my incredible talents! It wasn't easy getting my body like this, but it's paid off. Now the fates have even graciously placed a vampire right into my hands! Adding its abilities to my own will surely grant me even more power! After that, I'll take down Lethice and rule Mareth myself!] 
[Dead] .tooltip = Not if she's dead.
[Wrong] .tooltip = You'll be the one to defeat Lethice and rule this land!
[Whatever] .tooltip = You don't really care about her plans to fight Lethice. All you want are the keys to Emily's cell. 

//Dead; 
You let her know she can't beat Lethice and rule if she's dead, [if (pc armed){pointing your [weapon] at her}|{raising your fists}]. She snickers at your remark and gets into a combat stance, readying her conjured sword to strike you. The demon spits as she declares, [say: I bet you're all talk!] 

Watching her carefully, you dare her to try finding out. She licks her lips in anticipation using a long and thick tongue. [say: Oh, I will.] 
[Go to combat] 

//Wrong; requires pc corruption =>50; 
Completely brushing her claim off, you make sure to inform her [b:you'll] be the one to take down Lethice and rule over Mareth, not her. 

Amal rolls her eyes, openly scoffing at your declaration. [say: You think [b:you] could defeat Lethice and rule over Mareth? Now that's a good jest! So good in fact, I forgot to laugh.] She raises her spectral blade, giving it a skillful twirl as her lips turn up into a smirk on her feminine face. The demoness goes on, [say: I can't leave you alive after you spoke such terrible nonsense. After all, it'd look awfully bad for me as the future queen to leave an arrogant subject like you left unpunished!]  

[if (pc armed){Readying your [weapon}|{cracking your knuckles}], you prepare to defeat this corrupted woman.
[Go to combat]  

//Whatever; 
Whatever this demon is up to is no concern to you. Right now, you're here for Emily. You can see her try, and quickly fail, to suppress a smug grin. She lets out a laugh before asking, [say: Pffft! You came all the way out here for some random creature? Well, too bad! Go find your own, cause that one's all [b:mine], and I won't be sharing, got it?] Shaking your head, you let the demoness know you're not leaving without Emily. She can either willingly hand over the keys or you take them by force.

An even larger grin spreads across her face at your words. She asks in a mocking fashion, [say: Oh-ho! You think you can manage to best me?] [(if pc armed){Readying your [weapon]}|{Cracking your knuckles and rolling your shoulders}], you stare her down. [say: Hmph! You fool, I'll make you pay dearly for insolence!] 

Carefully, you watch her raise her conjured blade for combat!
[Go to combat]

//PC fighting Amal; 
You are fighting Amal: 
A corrupted woman calling herself Amal confidently stands before you. She is roughly [if (metric){one hundred and sixty centimeters}|{five and a half feet}] tall. Two big fox ears stick out the top of her head while four massive horns jut out from around her temples. Her feminine face and long, silver hair are undeniably striking to gaze at. You've no doubts she'd have surely turned heads back home in Ingnam. Perhaps the light gray scales covering her milky-white cheeks would put some off her looks, since they also fully coat her arms and legs. Not a single scrap of clothing covers her body, letting you see the faint outline of muscle on her slender form. Her chest is both flat and nipple-less. Two impressive dragon wings powerfully unfurl while seven, fluffy foxy tails sway about behind her. You can manage to see her soft-looking ass occasionally shake as she moves around. Between her legs is a silt leaking lewd juices down her thighs and just above that entrance is another dry one.

Gripped in her hands is a spectral blade she conjured up to fight you!

//Stats; She should be a decent spell-sword or whatever you'd call her; 

//Physical atks:
Amal slashes at you with her spectral blade!

//Magic attacks
Fire breath: The dragonic demon shouts, [say: I'll burn you to ashes!] She opens her mouth wide and unleashes a wave of blazing hot fire at you! 

Blind: The demoness points her palm at you, suddenly unleashing a blinding flash of light!

Charge weapon: Amal sneers as she utters words of power, creating an electrical charge that crackles loudly all around her spectral blade! 

//Heal: The demoness places her hand over her flat chest and a blue glow washes over her body. Her wounds begin quickly mending right before your eyes!

//Omnibus special stage 1(this is just basically Ceraph's instakill/lustbomb): Your foe plants her conjured blade into the ground, [if (Amal hp => 50){confidently grinning as she declares}|{showing you a sneer as she shouts}], [say: I'll show you magic only the mightiest demons could muster!] Amal runs her arms along her body in an eye-catching way, waving them both out in front of her and creates two small balls of dark energy that slowly grow in size. It'd be wise to keep an eye out for whatever she's planning to unleash! [if (pc intelligence =>60){You're sure you can disrupt her magic by blinding or stunning her!]

//Omnibus special stage 2: Amal [if (Amal hp < 50){wears an ominous smile}|{licks her lips}]. She takes the dark orbs she's created, pressing them together to make a single, massive one! Your foe merrily exclaims, [say: Your present is almost ready!] You don't think that huge ball she's created is just for show! [if (pc intelligence >50){Perhaps you should try waiting so you'll have enough time to avoid her attack?}] [if (pc intelligence >60){You could surely disrupt her magic by blinding or stunning her somehow!] 

//Omnibus special stage 3: As she raises her arms and holds the lust orb she's formed above her head, her seven foxy tails maliciously sway behind her. The demon gleefully shouts, [say: Here's your present you, fuckhead!] And hurls the massive dark ball she's made straight at you! 

[if (pc waited){Having waited, you manage to avoid the coming wave of lust! Amal is less than pleased, stomping her foot and throwing her head back to let out an infuriated scream, [say: Why the [b:fuck] did you just dodge it!? You're supposed to get [b:hit] by it you, fool!]]}|{Too distracted with your own attack, the black orb slams into you and disappears into your body. Your eyes roll back as you let out a heavy moan. A lewd need burns in your loins, making you collapse down to the ground. Trembling all over, you begin touching yourself in a bid to relieve your desires. Drool spills from the corner of your mouth while you blissfully indulge in pleasing your body in every way you could possibly imagine. Amal's shadow covers you, although you only momentarily glance up to see her pleased smile, before going back to groping yourself.}] 

//maybe have her take some lust damage or have her resistance lowered instead? Should the pc's blinds and stuns always succeed during this attack?
[If (pc blinds or stuns her as she's performing the "Omnibus special"){The demoness staggers back, caught off guard by your attack. As she fumbles about, she ends up dropping the [if (stunned/blinded during part 1){two black balls}|{huge black ball}] she was conjuring and [if (stunned/blinded during part 1){they hit}|{it hits}] the ground, exploding all around her to saturate the area with a mystical lust. Her long, fleshy tongue rolls out of her mouth as she lets out a lewd groan. Naughty juices spill from her pussy and you can see just the tapered tip of a dragon cock peeking out from the slit above it. She trembles while shooting glare your way, obviously trying to regain her composure. Amal growls through gritted teeth, [say: I'll make you pay [b:dearly] for making a fool out of me!]}] 

//Lust Atk; 
Amal reaches down between her legs and spreads her slit apart, letting you gaze upon her pink, dripping wet insides. Her inner walls practically squirm around with a life all of their own. She sensually whispers, [say: Maybe I'll show you a good time if you give up, hmmm? Surely, you'd like to have some fun before I take your head and mount it on a pike outside my fortress? Who knows, if you manage to actually please me well enough, I might consider keeping you alive as my pet instead! Or maybe...] 

The woman leisurely moves her hand up, touching the entrance above her drooling pussy. She thrusts her hips forward, wetting her lips with her dexterous tongue. Gradually, a foot-long dragon penis appears out of her upper hole. You watch her leisurely stroke it as precum drips from its tapered tip. [say: ...you'd prefer to be on the receiving end instead?] she lets out a laugh after finishing her proposition, hoisting her blade up in preparation to start attacking you again!
[Next]

//PC defeated; 
Overwhelmed by the [if (pc hp <=0){many harsh wounds you've endured}|{burning desire in your loins}], you helplessly collapse to the ground in defeat. Amal lets out a boisterous laugh, delightedly pointing at your fallen form. She wipes a tear from her eye as she approaches you, her seven fox tails hypnotically waving behind her as she struts closer. The demoness grabs you [if (pc has hair){by your hair}|{throat}, forcing you to gaze into her reptilian eyes. She nonchalantly asks, [say: What should I do with you now...? Hmmm... I suppose I could suck out your soul and make you my servant?] She tilts her head from side to side, wearing a smile while mulling over the idea. 

Suddenly, she drives her spectral blade deep into your gut without even looking at you. A searing pain tears through your body as she twists her blade in your flesh. Amal grins at your pained expression and mocks, [say: Awww, did you really think I'd make you my servant or something? You fool! Hmph, you're a loser whose soul isn't even worth taking,] she declares those last words in a smug tone. Amal yanks her magical sword out of your gut and releases her hold on you. While you clutch helplessly at the gaping wound her weapon left in your abdomen, you can see her raising her sword high before swinging it. Her blade strikes your neck, sending your head rolling across the hard floor. 

You can't feel anything at all as your world steadily grows dark and darker. The last you thing ever get to see is your body lying crumpled on the floor, your blood slowly pooling under it...
[Next]

//PC wins; 
Your foe drops to the ground, [if (amal hp <= 0){her body covered in wounds}|{her foot-long dragon cock having revealed itself from her upper slit and her lower hole leaking lewd honey down her thighs. She frantically strokes her erect cock with one hand while her other is busy thrusting her fingers in and out of her pussy}]. 
[Fuck] .tooltip = Blow off some steam on her.
[Kill] .tooltip = Finish her off.
[Spare] .tooltip = Order the demon to get out of here.

//spare; 
You mercifully spare this vile demon, ordering her to just get out of your sight and to not cause trouble ever again. She scowls at you while struggling to stand. [say: You're letting me go?] she asks with a brow raised. You explain you're not tricking her and repeat what you previously told her. Before letting her leave however, you add you want the keys to Emily's cell. She rolls her eyes and points at the nightstand next to the luxurious bed. [say: All the keys to place are stowed away in there... take them as you wish.] 

Amal [if [if (amal hp <= 0){holds one of the wounds you inflicted on her}|{fidgets, struggling to contain her lust}] as she limps past you, leaving without another word or even a glance in your direction. You can only hope she won't end up causing any more problems. 
[Next]

//Kill; 
[if (pc using beautiful sword){Standing above your fallen foe, you take your beautiful sword and plunge deep it into her chest. Amal lets out a wail as your weapon's blade glows with a holy light! She shouts, [say: You can't kill me! I'm going to be the queen of this land! You're to live or die by my whims! I'm not supposed to die!] The tainted woman bears her fangs at you, the pain making her foxy ears to flatten against her scalp.

You watch her futilely try grabbing your sword in a desperate effort to pull it out. Her hands only end up burning as your beautiful sword incinerates her corrupted heart. Having realized there's no way to escape her fate, the demon lets out a sob, crying until finally slumping over. Seeing the demon lie dead, you pull your blade free from her corpse, swinging it once to clean the all corrupted blood off before sheathing it}.] 

[if (pc using blade){As you stand above the demon, you take your [weapon] and slash her throat. Quickly, she grabs at the wound you've inflicted on her. A light flickers in her hands and face contorts in shock when the spell fails. She glares at you, her reptilian eyes seething with rage. Her body soon slumps over as she finally expires.}] 

[if (pc using gun){You take aim, pointing your [weapon] at the demoness's head. She stares down your weapon's barrel with a raised brow. You squeeze the trigger without hesitation. There's bang that echoes in the room as the corrupted monster's head is blown to pieces. Bits of her skull, her tainted blood, and even brain matter, splatter all over the place as her body goes lifeless falls over.}] 

[if (pc using scythe or axe){You swing your [weapon], severing her head from her shoulders in a single blow. There a shocked look on her face as her noggin rolls across the floor and her body lifelessly slumps to the ground. Slowly, you watch her blood form a red pool beneath her vile corpse. She'll never hurt anyone again.}]

[if (pc using a spear){You thrust your [weapon] into the demoness's chest, piercing her heart. She lets out a pathetic cry, grabbing at its shaft in a bid to remove it. Ignoring her efforts, you simply push your [weapon] in deeper. Her grip slowly loosens as her strength wanes. She weakly utters, [say: How could someone like [b:you] kill me? How... It's not...] The demon never gets to finish her sentence, lifelessly slumping over. Seeing she now lies dead, you yank your [weapon] free and give it a swing to get any leftover blood off it.] 

[if (pc unarmed/nonapply){You grab the demoness by her massive horns and she tries with all her might to squirm free of your grip. She ferociously spits, [say: You dare put your hands on me!? You fucking piece of shit! I'll kill you and put your head on a pike for this insult!] Ignoring her empty threats, you twist her head until you hear a sickening [b:crack] echo throughout the room and feel her finally go limp in your grip. You release the demoness, letting her body crumble to the floor and see her neck is now bent at an unnatural angle. Having finished the deed, you're certain she won't harm anyone ever again.}]

With the demoness dead, all that is left for you to do is locate the keys to Emily's cell. Surely they're around here somewhere...
[Next]

//Fuck; 
With the battle over, and you having managed to come out victorious, you can't deny the excitement you feel staring down at this corrupted woman's defeated form. [if (pc dressed){You take off your [clothes], tossing them [if (pc armed){and your [weapon]}] aside for now.}] Amal [if (amal hp 0){glares at you, wincing and unable to move due to her wounds as you bring yourself}|{is too distracted stroking her hard dragonic cock and fingering her wet hole to notice you moving}] closer. Placing a hand on her womanly hips, you use the other to gently stroke her cheek. The gray scales covering them are rigid in comparison to the surrounding milky-white skin. She cautiously asks, [say: What do you think you're doing?] You elect to explain your intentions. The foxy ears atop of her head twitch as she begrudgingly turns her blue-eyed gaze towards the side.

It sure looks like she won't try resisting you.
[Fuck her] .tooltip = Pound her from behind.
[Service] .tooltip = Have her service you.

//Fuck her; requires pc have a dick; 
Taking your hand from her hip, you brush it along her toned middle. As you're caressing her subtle abs, you can feel them tensing up and notice how the demoness squirms. Peeking up at her feminine face, it's clear she's trying her hardest to maintain a stoic expression. You take both your hands, and leisurely run them along her womanly curves. She wriggles about and you raise a brow at her reaction. She grumbles while biting down on her lower lip, [say: It tickles.] Caressing her more makes Amal twist around helplessly under you. She fails at holding back an occasional laugh your touch provokes. Although amusing, you soon move a hand to the space between her thighs, your digits now poking her warm slit. Her juices lewdly squish when you push them inside, the inner walls powerfully sucking in your intruding fingers. A submissive whimper escapes the woman's mouth at your fingering, through she quickly bites down on her lip and glares at you. She fights her hardest, yet fails, ultimately gasping out in pleasure from your touch. It doesn't take long at all for your hand and her thighs to glisten with her slippery femlube. Even her dragon cock is erratically twitching, sticky precum spilling out the tapered tip.

Removing your fingers from her insides, her naughty juice make a wet string connecting her slit to your fingers. You leisurely wipe them off on one of her fluffy fox tails, earning a scowl from the demon. Ignoring her annoyed look, you flip her over on all fours so her juicy ass is raised up high for you. Your [cock] stirs, eager and ready to finally plunge into her depths. Pressing your [cockhead] against her entrance, you shudder as you teasingly brush along it. You push forward, the demoness's pussy greedily trying to pull you in deeper and deeper. Her slick inner depths squirm all around your tool with a life of their own, stimulating your dick and completely covering it and your pelvis in lewd smelling fluids. You can't stop shuddering and gasping in pleasure as [if (pc dick big){you finally poke at the corrupted woman's womb. Your eyes widen upon feeling her cervix practically suckling on your [cockhead].}|{your flesh spear fully vanishes into the corrupted woman's depths. Her pussy's walls hungrily wrapping around you, trying to futility drag you further in.}] 

[if (pc has second cock){Not to leave your other manhood ignored, you begin poking your spare[if (pc dick big){, impressive}] tool against her resistant asshole at the same time. She tries to annoyingly keep her starfish clenched shut, looking over her shoulder as she growls, [say: T-That hole isn't for fucking, you retard!] Scoffing at her uncalled for comment, you push your way in and force her pucker to accommodate you. Her asshole's inner walls spasm wildly, trying their hardest to eject your intrusion, but only succeed in sending more pleasureful jolts through your dick to your brain. The demoness's complaints are cut off by you thrusting in and out of her butt. Your [hips] loudly smash up against her asscheeks, making them deliciously jiggle before your eyes.] 

The tainted woman's fluffy fox tails swish about under your powerful trusts to tickle your face. You grab them by wrapping an arm around them, finding they're wondrously soft against your [chest] and use your hold on them to firmly pull her ass back against your [hips]. The demoness loudly gasps, crying out in bliss every time you pound into her. You can feel her insides constantly spasming around your [if (pc has second cock){cocks}|{[cock]}]. Pressing further into her depths sends heavenly shivers racing up your spine. Your [if (pc has balls){[balls] begin to tighten and your}] flesh spear quivers with signs of oncoming release. Biting on your lower lip, you zealously redouble your efforts and pound into her without mercy. She squirms around and wails as you claim her [if (pc has two cock){holes}|{hole}]. Her currently useless dragon cock fires off heavy loads of jizz all over the floor, quickly painting the ground white. At the same time, her hot insides are busy clenching up wildly all around you, and you throw your head back, your sperm eagerly charging up your shaft in a bid to reach the demoness's womb!

With one last thrust, you [if (pc has knot) force your growing [knot] past her pussy lips and [if (pc has second cock knot){the other one into her asshole as}] she looks over her shoulder at you, wincing as it swells up fully inside her. You}] groan in delight, relishing in the wondrous sensations your [if (pc virile){potent}] seed pouring inside a hot hole provides. Her insides don't stop twitching even for a second and she lets out a submissive groan each time you spurt into her pussy. You bury your face in the demoness's seven fluffy tails, sighing in delight as you fill her [if (pc cum production high){up so much that her toned stomach swells up like a pregnant woman's}|{with all you can muster}]. Soon, [if (pc knot){your knot deflates and}] you pull your spent dick free, watching as your seed spills from her [if (pc has second cock){now stretched asshole and}] pussy. Amal remains lying on the ground, face down, ass up, and loudly panting while aftershocks rock her corrupted body. 

As you're cleaning yourself up, Amal stands on trembling legs and declares, [say: I'll make you pay for this... this humiliation!] Waving off words, you retort you'd be glad to fuck her again. She bites on her lower lip, appearing to rub her thighs together at the thought. Shaking her head, she limps past you and makes her way out of the room without offering a retort.
[Next]

//Service; pc doesn't have a cock; 
Pushing on the woman's flat chest, you force her to fully lie down again. She lets out a huff, shooting you a glare. You completely ignore her frown and straddle her face, your [pussyorass] hanging over it. Her gaze is cold as you explain you want her to service you. Clearly, she isn't too keen on the idea. She growls, [say: I'm not licking your [if (pc has pussy){smelly cunt}|{nasty asshole}] you— Mmmmph!?] You silence her complains by smothering her face. Grabbing her hair, you use it as leverage to grind your [if (pc has pussy){[if (pc has virgin pussy){pure}] slit}|{asshole}] against her lips. You bear your weight down on her head, letting her know she can make this easier by just giving up and willingly pleasing you. As it stands now, you'll certainly be here for hours until your satisfied.

Seeming to understand her position, you feel the demoness's warm tongue run along your [pussyorasshole]. Her slippery spit covers your [if (pc has pussy){womanhood}|{bumhole}] and sends pleasant shocks coursing through your body. You can feel her fleshy tongue's tip poking at your entrance, slowly working its way inside. A naughty moan escapes your lips as the demoness's oral appendage snakes its way inside your depths. You arch your back, feeling it squirming all around your inner walls. Sparks dance across your vision every time the demoness begins to pull out, only to quickly bury her dexterous tongue back deep into your body. You begin practically bouncing on her face, blissfully relishing in the way she finds and assaults the right places that make you cry out in delight. Her hands firmly grip your [hips], shocking you as she holds you in place. You bite down hard on your lower lip, a wonderful warmth steadily rising up in your tummy. 

Your [tongue] hangs out of your mouth, leaking drool as the demoness's own constantly scours the inside of your [pussyorass] without mercy. Your inner walls clench and spasm as she overloads your brain with pleasure. Moaning louder and louder, you grab onto her head in a desperate bid to endure the heavenly sensations racking your mind for as long as possible. Your eyes roll back when the demoness's tongue prods up against [i:just] the right spot, overwhelming you completely. Throwing your head back, you let out a final cry and whimper, her oral organ continuing to squirm all over your so very sensitive flesh. 

Although shuddering from the aftershocks, you climb off Amal's face and watch her leisurely lick all leftover juices off her lips. She then crinkles her nose in disgust, standing up on shaky legs. Amal declares, [say: You'll pay one day for humiliating me!] You brush off her threat, adding you'll be looking forward to her pleasing you again. Amal crinkles her nose in disgust, although she does lick her lips again. You watch as the bested demoness limps past you without another word, finally making her exit.
[Next]

//Nightstand; PC finds "Fortress keys"; 
You pull open the drawer to the elegant nightstand. While you search around inside, you manage to find a ring that has a bunch of keys hanging from it! Taking the keys, you decide to tuck them away someplace safe for now. [if (pc knows where Emily is){Hopefully, one of them will end up unlocking Emily's cell!}|{Now you just need to find where Emily is and free her.}]  
[Next]

//items the player can get in the fort; might move this somewhere else later; 
>Tribal Battle axe; 
Button: [T.Battleaxe]
Short name: tribal battle axe 
Long name: a tribal battle axe
Type: one handed, melee, axe
Attack: 10
Effect: 25% armor penetration; 
Base Value: 800
Description: A battleaxe used by tribals who once lived in the bog. Its curved, iron head is secured to a smooth wooden handle and is shaped almost like a pickaxe's, providing it the ability to pull aside enemy shields. The blade looks sharp enough to cleanly hack off any limb unfortunate enough to be struck by it.
Obtained from: Bog Fort chest.

>Chainsaw
Button: [T.Battleaxe]
Short name: chainsaw
Long name: a chainsaw
Type: two handed, bladed(?)
Attack: 3(8 after being turned on?)
Effect: can bleed; maybe stun; pc has to crank it to increase its damage and get the bleed effect; 
Base Value: 1000
Description: This strange box-esque contraption has a blade covered in sharp teeth sticking out its front and a crank jutting out its side. There is a leather handle surrounding it, and another one that allows you to comfortably grip it from the back. Turning the crank causes the machine to loudly buzz and violently shake in your grip. It looks like it would certainly manage to rip and tear through flesh with ease.
Obtained from: Bog Fort's basement; 

>PC turning the crank; maybe add "[crank] .tooltip = Turn your weapon's crank.] as a power or something; 
You turn the machine's crank, making it start to buzz and shake in your hands. 

>PC turning the crank again; 
You turn the machine's crank again, causing it to buzz louder and shake harder.

>PC turns the crank a third time; 
Turning the crack once more, you're practically deafened by the contraption's roar to life. It jumps in your grip, vibrating violently.