COC, The New Champions (Corruption of champions/ hero demon quest) fanfic

Story by AbaddonFanboy

OK,I'm on the verge of finishing my Miss Futa Solar story (though i was forced to divide the last part of the story in two) and am trying to catch up with Shemale future. i had started these while I was new to fanfic writing and didn't realise how much work it would need so i had commited my self to many ongoing series i couldn't juggle effectively. from now on i will only do one shot stories and one on going series.

This is going to be the series. i have had swimming in my brain for a while. It is going to be really weird, based as it is on corruption of champions, the art of mformental's herodemon Quest as well as aspects from Warhammer fantasy and Elder Scrolls.

New Champions 1.

Squire Adriana stood just outside the walls of castle Pendragon, carefully avoiding showing any of the uncertainty she felt as she saw the armies arrayed against them. Situated between the twin mountains of Exalter’s horns, the castle dominated the valley of Queen’s Route. For over 2000 years, it had held firm against countless Corrupted incursions aimed at the Kingdom. But, in her 4 years as a neophyte of the Queen’s Guard garrison she had never imagined she might see such a host gathered before their walls.

A sea of depraved lust seemed to be gathering a few hundred feet from the reinforced walls of the fortress. Mostly lesser demons and goblins, fortunately, along with the usual insane fetishist cultists and Heretical Anthros who had kept faith with the Dark goddess Marae and her 4 Arch demons after the fall of Mareth. But here and there, in that mass of unholy carnality, she could see grotesquely mutated Fallen Champions leading the horde. The most dangerous Servants of Corruption, the brutal warlords stood in the vanguard of their respective armies.

On the right flank, traditionally the flank of honour given to the most accomplished heroes of the Kingdom, though the Celestial Queen alone knew whether these savages adopted such a system, she saw two enormous Fallen leading a horde of minotaurs and centaurs. The two were clearly followers of the Centaur ArchDemon Kelt, both had horns jutting out of their heads and tails sticking out from above their large, muscular buttocks. The only difference between them was that one was blue and one was red, but they were both so heavily packed with muscle it seemed a miracle that they could bend their arms at all. Despite the fact that they were looked to be almost 11 feet tall each, they were so broad at the shoulder they actually looked squat, their enormous breasts, normally a feminine feature on herms, also seemed to be composed of pure muscle that had been grown to a monstrous level, the nipples larger than her own head. To top this all off, they were seated on their own ballsacks, so large that it was unlikely that they could stand completely straight, always forced to go partially bow legged and drag the enormous masses behind them. Not that that would be a problem given the muscles in their thighs and legs. Their erections were more animalistic than humanoid, and enormous, they seemed to be thicker than their own waists and twice their own height. She dreaded to think what would happen to all the poor villagers in the outlying countryside if they managed to get past the castle.

On the left flank, the multicoloured sorcerous light bespoke of the followers of the Serpent Archdemon. Specialists in deception and magic rather than the brute force of the Centauri, she could already see the probing flecks of magic, testing the castle’s wards. She was confident they would hold, maintained by the finest Divine Sorcery in the kingdom, but couldn’t dispel the feeling of dread the sight of the sinister figures, whatever mutations the Serpent had granted them lost in their purple robes. Save for one she guessed was their leader, a purple coloured Fallen Champion who stood 7 feet tall, clutching a wooden serpent headed staff that glowed with unholy light, with wide and muscular thighs, horns and, most disturbingly, a fifteen foot long, thick prehensile penis that was constantly writhing around on the ground before her as if in excitement. Riding the Serpent Champion’s cock as though it were some kind of horse, were several naked Fetish zealots. Devotees of Easter Mistress, these cultists craved to fulfil the sexual fantasies of those around them even if said fantasies would result in their own injuries or death. Unusual for devotees of Corruption, who swore themselves to one Demon or all equally, they were lavishing their attentions on the worshippers of the other cults.

By far the largest numbers of enemy were the goblins. Covering every flank, mingling with the other cultists, they were overwhelmingly female, save for a few shemale slaves kept for breeding purposes. The vast majority were devotees of the Mother, an infamous forest goblin reported to have way laid herms and men in Mareth’s great forest to rape them and get herself pregnant. Once she had been raised to Demonhood

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