"I think I'll take a break, you still okay down there Chloe?" I asked.
Chloe gave me a thumbs up.
I pulled my fingers out of my thoroughly dominated monster girl's butt, and wandered away. I felt Pinky's tail mournfully stroke down my back as I moved away. She wasn't stopping me, but she was sad to see me go.
"I'll be back later, don't worry." I told her.
Pinky couldn't really understand me though, so she just looked at me with innocent puppy dog eyes and a quivering lip.
"Jeez, I'll finger your butt again later, okay? We've got all night." I told her.
Puppy dog eyes. Uncomprehending betrayal. Quivering lip.
I hardened my heart and left her behind, unable to shake the feeling of incredible guilt. Deep breaths… Pinky still has the blowjob queen to herself, she's in good hands.
I took another look around the blood soaked arena. Werewolf and Crabby were still corpses. Purple, the demonblood elf was still alive somehow, but thoroughly incapacitated. I suspected she might have something similar to my Aasimar regeneration. If so, it was a slow healing. It would still be quite a few more hours until she recovered enough to need me to distract her from the others.
Foxy was still riding Milah, grinding her hips against his crotch. She leaned down, pressing her chest against his, and tenderly licked at his neck. He groaned in pleasure, and stroked his arms along her furry back. It almost looked loving, if not for the Taint corruption likely infusing into his body.
I walked over to the last item of note. Three unraped girls, huddling along the edge of the arena. Beatrice the wolfgirl and Ginny the catgirl were both naked, and cuddling against Lothelea, the betrayed dark elven slave girl, still clad in her fetishy maid dress. She held an arm around each of them. They'd calmed down a bit, no longer crying in terror, but still obviously wary.
"Hey there, how you guys holding up?" I asked.
"Okay I guess…" Ginny mumbled nervously.
"We should be asking you that," Beatrice commented. "I saw that Abyssal girl stick her thing in you."
"The pinchy one?" I asked. They nodded. "Yeah, that hurt like a bitch, it still stings a little. Luckily, my species heals fast."
"It wasn't wise approaching a Manhunter mid coitus," Lothelea warned. "You're lucky she didn't try to kill you."
"Manhunter? You mean Foxy?" I asked, gesturing to the feral foxgirl still raping Milah.
"Her name was Foxy?" Ginny asked solemnly.
"Err… I have no idea what her name was before getting Tainted. No, I just sorta gave her that name in my own brain. We've got Werewolf, Crabby, Foxy, Purple and Pink." I said pointing to the monsters, or their corpses.
"Cute names for horrible monsters… You're very brave…" Ginny said quietly.
"Or just an idiot," Beatrice added.
I chuckled, "Probably an idiot. I'm woefully ignorant about monsters and magic. I don't even really know what you mean by Manhunter. Though I suppose I could guess, given the context."
"How do you not know that? Every adventurer worth their salt has a tale about that time they got ambushed by a Manhunter…" Beatrice said, aghast.
I shrugged.
"Manhunters hunt men." Lothelea explained patiently. "I'm sure you've noticed that Foxy doesn't have a penis?"
"Yeah…?" I said.
"Most monsters are driven to hunt women, detecting a woman's scent from as far as a mile away. Once their attention is… aroused… they'll chase us relentlessly until either they are killed or we are fucked. A Manhunter is the exact opposite. They'll scent a man from a mile away, chase them down and fuck themselves on his cock. Their saliva and fluids can apparently induce male arousal and hardness on contact with skin, regardless of the victim's actual enthusiasm or how many orgasms they've had."
"Ah I see," I said.
"You've surely heard men warn each other about never interrupting a monster while it's raping a woman? The same applies in reverse here. As the non-preferred sex, the Manhunter will see you as a threat rather than a potential target so long as she has a man available to her. That means they won't hold themselves back from trying to kill you."
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"Ah… Yeah, I guess I'm lucky Foxy is such a gentle girl then." I said.
Ginny pointed at the three long gashes in my thigh, Foxy's claw marks. "That's gentle?"
"This?" I pointed at the claw marks. "This was just a warning. She warned me twice with growls to back off, and I blundered towards her anyway. This was just warning number three. I'm pretty sure she could have done worse than this if she wanted."
"You might be right about that. I've heard Ferals have a more animal-like intelligence. They're not necessarily mindless, it's just… the corruption brings them closer to their bestial nature." Beatrice explained.
"So Pinky didn't attack me… because I'm her preferred sex?" I asked.
"Yeah, you're another potential target, so she'll merely be driven to catch and rape you, rather than kill you." Bethany said.
"She didn't seem all that aggressive," I shrugged.
"Yeah… that's a pretty unusual monster. I haven't heard of anything that docile before." Bethany said.
"She still might try to… you know…" Ginny mumbled. "It's not safe. They can sometimes switch targets if they see someone else they like better."
"I'm not scared of a little bit of 'you know.' Like I two you and Bethany before, I'm Taint immune. In fact, I can actually gain levels from being monster raped. Chloe, the high elf there, is the same. Neither of us are in any danger from Pinky."
"Must be nice to not be afraid of monsters…" Beatrice said.
"If you're Taint immune, then I guess it's safe for you to play with the monster. As the preferred sex, Pinky shouldn't attack you with lethal intent unless you yourself threaten her life. She might try to grab and fuck you though, and monsters aren't always gentle. She's gentle now, but she still might be a… rough partner if she got you into a disadvantageous position," Lothelea explained.
"Good to know…" I said. "So what even is Pinky? She looks kinda like Purple there…"
"Obviously a variant of demonblood elf, same as Purple. Demonbloods are what all high elves turn into when corrupted." Lothelea explained.
"They barely seem like the same species. Purple is like three times the weight of Pink… at least."
"There are some scholars that try to divide them into subcategories. Lesser, greater, alpha, beta… Personally, I just accept that there is a lot of variation of body types and behaviours within the Tainted species we call Demonblood." Lothelea explained.
"I heard a theory that a person's physical stats have some bearing on what sort of creature they turn into. Like… Purple was probably a warrior type, while Pink might have been a spellcaster? I don't know…" Ginny added.
"Makes sense, I suppose," I said. "Does that mean Foxy used to be a spell caster, and the giant Wolf man was a warrior?"
"I believe Foxy was once a level 12 [Maid], a gentle and delicate soul named Magdalene. She was torture-raped downstairs in the dungeon for only three months before she broke enough to warrant disposal, then she fell prey to the monsters in the pit. I believe she was converted by the one you call Purple. It was a rather painful rape, I recall. Purple seems to greatly favour anal and acts with great alacrity," Lothelea said.
"Yikes!" I clenched my butt in sympathy. Purple had been a big girl down there. Dry anal with a normal sized cock last night hurt like crazy… how bad would a studded monster cock be? I might have dodged a bullet there.
"Indeed." Lothelea replied. "I believe her strength stat was around thirteen? I can't recall exactly. She was above average for a woman, but not equal to a proper warrior. She's fairly small, by Feral beastkin standards. Her previous stats might have been a factor."
"It could also be her gentle nature." I suggested. "Some part of her didn't want to hurt anyone, so she turned into something a bit less threatening?"