Thread: Rise of the Fayne- Moon/Mouse

she stayed limp and malleable for a good five minutes, certainly long enough for them to bind her helpless. she whimpered as she started to come too, but didn't fight them. what was the point? they had her, her Eggbringer was dead, her people where dead or captured. there was no point to fighting anymore. that didn't stop her from being terrified beyond all belief as she was dragged to the post. where they going to hurt her? where they going to make one of those males breed with her!? she was at an age where she could be bred. she was perfectly old enough to carry an Egg. she watched as all their things, their precious art and clothing, that they always worked so hard to make, was tossed into flames. she tried to see if the babes where alright, but she couldn't see them. some of the Dwarves where looking puzzled over eggs the size of cantaloupes, but without the proper care, they would never hatch into baby Fayne. she wondered if these Dwarves even understood that the Fayne didn't understand a word they where speaking. a few did, some spoke the 'Common Tongue' Aisscyla was one of them, but the others didn't have a clue. she whimpered again as he told her that fighting back had been a very bad idea, and she trembled as he lifted her tail. it was breeding then, they where going to rape her... not that she really knew that word. how could she when Rape was a forbidden concept that... no one really needed? the Fayne where free to chose whatever mate they wanted. and the strongest males often coupled with two or three dozen females. please. i'm sorry. she finally whispered, gasping as something cold slithered onto her, making her tremble even harder. i was frightened. please. i won't do it again... please... she pleaded, shaking so hard that no one would notice her trying to cut her bindings with her sharp talons. she froze when she caught sight of the great big Dragon and she started to scream and struggle, begging them to let her go, begging them to not do it, sobbing and pleading and putting on a great show for the Dwarves. she yanked at her bindings, struggling to get free, but it was too late, the beast was on her, and in quick, rapid movements, he tore through the thin virginal walls and buried himself inside of her wet, tight sex, making her scream again, gasping through the pain of such a rough preparation. it hurt, god did it hurt, but there was also... warmth. Rape was a very foreign concept, so the Fayne had never developed any mental walls against it. it hurt, but it also felt... so good. she was being spread, the thick cock of the drake was trying to split her in half, but it rubbed at all the right places inside of her, pressing against her. she shuddered, took two deep breaths, and then squirmed. she wasn't trying to get away, no this was a different kind of squirm... she was taking the great drake deeper. hah.... she shuddered, letting her head hang, as if defeated. she had never imagine that sex could... that breeding could... could feel, so damn GOOD. she moaned as the Drake began to move, thrusting into her so deep, you could almost see her belly expanding to fit it. she whimpered, and whined, and moaned as the dragon used her body, gasping and squirming, her body limp as she accepted her fate and let the Dragon do as he pleased. her moans and cries filling the dank cavern air as she neared a... something. something was coming, and it was big, and strong, and it was starting in her belly and making everything heat up. with a shark shriek that was entirely animalistic she seized and shook.... she had cum. she was being raped by a dirt dragon and she had cum. and sensing that something bad had happened, sensing that she shouldn't have liked it, and that it wasn't going to stop, she started to sob.