After mastur... all evening Tania looked up at the ceiling, on Georgie's bed all soiled. her panties still stretched over her mouth, the leg holes showing the perverted and split eyes. This body is...awesome, intense...unimaginable...Raah! And this tongue so long...I can almost touch the ground...Slurp!

Then she thought about Zothrax and how she got the tear of God, a portal-generating stone capable of bending space and time. An infernal relic a few weeks earlier.

Our team was full and we were going to have fun exploring the labyrinth

Aurore remained behind Arkans, the priestess of the group

I was in the front with Zothrax.

and Montaron, the magician of chaos was standing behind us.

Sibile, the thief, was always early to detect the traps.

The hardest thing was to endure Montaron's stupid jokes:

"Why do they scream "women and children first" when a gobeline frigate sinks?

Because after that the sharks are no longer hungry!..."

then we walked for an hour and suddenly Montaron screamed, while we tried to be the most discreet...:

"A goblin arrives one day in a human city, enters the first inn he sees and addresses the boss:

-Me want to work!

The boss answers him:

-No problem, I have something for you: it's paid 20 gold pieces a day, housed, fed, with horses and servants on duty and some benefits in kind.

-Make fun of me!

-Oh yes, but you started it!"

Mage's blood cravings made me drool and Zothrax gave me a scabbard when he wanted to start another one: "What is the difference between a living orc and a dead orc?"

We all answered "TA GUEU... !"

Zothrax, plugging the ears of little Aurora...

He was lying on the floor with his hands holding his painful family jewels and then had to run up to us, smiling. Apparently he liked the psychological treatment of Zothrax.

We arrived in front of an ancient stone and the exterior was in ruins. The stones were slippery and covered with moss.

We had to take the stairs, which were all broken and slipping meant falling into an abyss whose bottom we didn't know. The stairs were carved into the wall along the dark ravine.

Even I, Tania, couldn't spread my wings and I would slide towards my end.

Dawn, you stay here, I asked. "If I don't come back and live with Arkans, she'll take care of you!

"But Tantante..."

I kissed her and stroked her in the hair.

Look, it's your city and your region. You're safe here. I don't come from this world and I have a very dangerous job. You'll stay as long as I can with me and I'll teach you the ropes of my profession, but you have to tell yourself that every day with me is the last."

I slipped him a mana stone paired with another that I kept in a small bag with my explosives.

On the way down the stairs, there was a gate leading to a chapel. Zothrax wanted to open it and Sibile the kajit pushed Zothrax to the side and a lined beam came up and smashed against the grid that resonated and the noise was heard a hundred meters further into the darkness. There was even an echo, added by a complaint from a monster, visibly awakened.

Sibile: "Hello, discretion.......

No more noise was made for a few minutes and only the wind was heard alone.

Then an emaciated hand, armed with a dagger, raised its hand above Montaron who was frozen with terror when he saw the skull of a skeleton dressed in tattered shreds of antique clothing trying to bite his nose.

I sent it out with a tail kick that broke it in flight like a broken cup against a concrete wall and the bone powder that was once a skeleton fell like rain into the abyss.

Montaron had hard time getting back together.

Obviously this trap worked well! The bodies of other adventurers were piled up at the bottom of the tomb, devoured by the skeleton. But where was he supposed to put all the bites?

Then the stairs seemed to go up and we arrived in a huge room.

There was a fire and tents. Any other adventurers??

But there was no one around the fire and we approached the tents and no one. Strange, everything was silent and Sibil made us a fist and we all froze, even Montaron.

He began to cast a spell that an arrow pierced his tibia and he collapsed in pain.

Another arrow hit me but it slipped on my feathers, doing nothing to me

An ambush! Bandits! Bandits!

They were adventurer killers themselves or, I don't know, but they were scum!

Bearded, puffy and dressed in catches on unfortunate people.

Their camp smelled like urine and alcohol. There was even a woman with them, dressed in studded armor, and she was the one who was shooting with a bow.

The others had horned helmets, or rather cluster helmets.

Armed with their axes and rusty swords, they were about twenty and systematically looted the new adventurers and threw their bodies into the ravine, dragged into an underground stream, the gateway to a world of darkness from which we never leave.

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Arkans sang a blessing and erected an anti-projectile barrier.

That's how I learned too.

Zothrax raised his shield to absorb the impact and I threw myself into it with force and sharp claws.

With the speed of a motorcycle, I ran in their direction, surprised to see that I was a monster and jumped over them, cutting 2 carotids at the junction between the helmet and the chest of 2 unfortunate people below me.

My claws on my legs were devastating. Their necks were half severed and they fell dead before they hit the ground.

Two of them turned around to wipe a slach off my tail and test the edge of my feathers, which were like razor blades.

Pieces of arms and fingers fell for one who lowered in pain and the other had the shield with the arm that goes with it.

Arkans had removed Montaron's arrow before he realized and plummeted even more and cast a healing spell.

He stood up and threw a wall of fire between them and the group, leaving me facing them.

Some turned against me and I received a blow of an axe in my back but the blade slipped on the feathers and the guy pulled a funny head when he saw his back while lowering his head.

I had twisted his neck.

Then continuing my savagery, I cut and swept away my claws which were like 3 swords in each hand

Terrible weapons.

Sibil shot arrows on the fly and soon half the bandits were lying in their blood and guts for my victims

.GRRRRRRRRRR!

Their leader waved to gather around him and he feared me. As they focused on me growling deafly, showing my terrible teeth and excessive claws and slamming my tail like a whip at supersonic speeds, the group clung together.

GGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

The chief shouted at the archère: the eyes! Aim for the eyes!

And I frowned and swung from left to right and as she was about to shoot, she received an arrow from Sibil and the hand-to-hand combat between the chief and Zothrax began.

Montaron threw an entanglement and roots were tied at the feet of the bandits, cutting off all retreat and the butchery began.

Sibil and the archère entered a duel with daggers, Arkans buffaloed Zothrax

Montaron prevented the men from helping their leader or running away.

One of the men, a 2.30 m tall colossus, dressed in a mass and skins of black furs and bone, brandished his mass and hit me in the ribs.Ouch

!My natural armor worked but I felt the energy of the impact. I was like a nail being hit with a hammer.

Breathless.

BAM! I barely dodged the blow that was supposed to crush my head.

With the flexibility of a spring, I jumped into the air and at 4 metres from the ground, my tail at his face bent over and my stinger entered his throat to come out through the neck.

He did not move and foam came out of his mouth, motionless then he fell to his knees and the rest, frozen, flattened to the ground.

2 bare-chested warrior but with gladiator straps and quite muscular wanted to help their poisoned and out of order friend, the venom paralyzing his nervous system and causing death quickly by cardiac arrest and or stopping breathing.

Basically the muscles were paralyzed. The heart being a muscle. You'd need the venom from my mouth to undo it, and then inject it directly into the heart to make it work.

I realized I was worse than a rattlesnake.Those in my group began to be afraid of me, especially after the fate of one of the two gladiators.

My jaw caught his head, my claws opened his belly like a rabbit and in a gesture upwards by planting my claws in his chest,

his head separated from the body with his neck and vertebrae, all bloody in my mouth that I spat out.

And in the same movement, my instincts of raptors and assassins tore each other's heads off with just my handshakes, my muscles trained in flight being very, very powerful and designed to attack bony dinosaurs with natural armor.

The remaining 3 were pulverized by my breath of fire..........Sibil, Arkans and Montaron stammered and retreated in terror as they saw me soaked in human blood and guts.

Arkans vomited when he saw me licking my feathers to extract blood and be clean."MM MM MM MM MMOnstre! Stay away!"

SLICHK, I opened an eye of provocation and with my tongue I reflected my handshakes by staring at it:

"TAKE BACK WHAT YOU SAID RIGHT NOW!"

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Arkans fell to the ground crying and hiding behind Sibil on all fours.

Sibil used to make me face "You're scaring him, stop it!"

I had my Velociraptor hunting instincts all the way up and I had trouble controlling myself. I was like a crazy fox in a henhouse, drunk with blood!

The chief was devastated and Zothrax pointed the tip of his sword to my throat.

"Tania, I thought we were friends..."

"Groowllllll, do you think your blade will penetrate me?"

She rengaina her sword to my surprise and cut short.

"I know... But Aurore, I don't want her to stay with you.... I know that you are an assassin because you hit the vital points that even wild animals and predators do not know about man. Why did you fight?"

Then she turned around and saw the carnage, the massacre.

Seeing the guts and all the blood spurting, she had a high heart.

"Tania... Why?????" did she cry?

"This...... This savagery....I've never seen people, corpses mutilated in this way, heads torn off... and you're bathed in blood... You stink of death!"

IIIII, I said, "Sorry...... My predatory instincts took over....I'm a velociraptor after all.....But they called me a monster... and I was furious... I didn't ask to become like that....I didn't ask...."

Zothrax shouted at Mountaron and Arkans: "Without Tania, you would be flattened by HANS!"

The chief, pretending to be dead, jumped with a dagger to slit Zothrax's throat from behind, but I pushed her and took the hit in her place.

The dagger passed through my feathers but slipped on the scales underneath and he was impaled by my tail sword and stinger and lifted to 3 meters from the ground and thrown, dead into the cave.

Zothrax: "Thank you Tania"

Then, turning to the others: "Arkans: Purify Tania!"

And a light enveloped me. It was pleasant and like a scanner shot, it passed through me like a slice and went down along my head ending with my tail and all dirt and blood traces disappeared. I was clean up to the roots of my feathers.

"Arkans, I think we're going to get along well together..."

She answered me with a moan of terror... "Please Tania... Please don't eat me.......... I'm I'm I'm I'm too afraid of you..."

After searching the bandits, we shared the loot fairly and I left the objects, armours and artifacts to others, which did not interest me... Just that what is resold will be shared. I also have explosive costs......

Then I turned to Arkans "My beautiful Arkans, one day you will have to teach me the spells of healing and poison, finally poison control..."

Arkans: "Don't touch me!!!!!Please..."

I liked this one, I think I just found an excellent toy! I started to smell and smell and she had urinated on it.... What a fragrance... A virgin... Mmmm.

The beast inside me was pulsating and I wanted to peel it like an onion and gradually remove the layers from its clothes and feel it at my mercy, hear it begging me not to eat it, hear it scream, scream, call for help..."

Then I shook my head... What the hell is wrong with me...??

I looked at my sharp paws and saw in front of me a priestess who was crying and begging me, hidden behind a clenching Kajit huntress showing her teeth, mad with anger, to protect her friend.

I knelt down and asked for forgiveness...

"Sorry, I don't know what came over me... I was human and I loved men but also women very much... I have a terrible body now...... I'm just a killing machine now... I'm sorry, I also have a desire for affection... to be hugged... to be hugged... to be hugged..."

TEARS

"I'm sorry Montaron, Sibil and Arkans, and so are you Zothrax..... I am no longer myself, I am all within me is amplified... my senses, my strength, my instincts and my appetite...

The blood, the smell, it drives me crazy! I'm not Berzerk but I'm going into a frenzy and and and and

TEARS

And if I don't kill, I have incredible sex cravings... It's like fire... but it burns..."

Zothrax grabbed me by the neck and squeezed me against his chest... "Tania, I didn't know you could be so sensitive... Sorry, we were hard on you... we didn't know you well enough but now we're your friends.... Huh?? Will you??"

"Sniff, yes....."

Sibile held out his paw to me and I took it. "Sorry Arkans, but I like you very much! And I had trouble controlling myself....Your smell..... it drives me crazy...

Zothrax: "I see... you also scare me a little and... "

Montaron: "So I'm going to pick up

What is the difference between a living orc and a dead orc?

The smell! The living orc smells much stronger..."