Thread: Rise of the Fayne- Moon/Mouse

May be best to cut them off this one, Yurthur Arfik said, stepping on the back of the dazed young fayne. Her knife had cut a thin red line across his cheek, barely reaching skin through a slit in his visor and the thickness of his black beard. Make an example of her. Wingsre too small for much profit and shes got fight in her. In short order he had her hands bound behind her back and puncture resistant leather sacks tied over her wings to keep her from slashing at any of them. He didnt bother to wipe her mothers blood from her face. Oh aye, said a red haired dwarf with his helmet tucked under one arm. Yer just a wantin to get back at her for messin up your pretty mug. What you think, show her why me name means strong hammer in common tongue? The red haired dwarf grabbed his codpiece and made a crude gesture with his hips. No beard, no point, Yurther said. Still, might be something to that. Bind her to a stake, well show em what we make of those who fight up. Someone fetch my mount! he thumbed the edge of his heavy battle axe as he shouted. A few moments later a whipping post was erected in the center of town and those males of the fayne not selected for slave breeding were brought to their knees around Asscyra as she was bound with her hands to either side. The dwarves started a fire in one of the fayne dwellings and went through their captives, ripping off their clothes and valuables. Whatever they chose not to keep was thrown into the fire. The red head whose name meant strong hammer, took great delight in ripping Asscyras hunting garb from her before the captives, leaving her bare to all their eyes. Best not get hard ya lizard fucks, he shouted at the male captives, reaching down to fondle her exposed breast with a gauntleted hand. Any of ya do, and were gonna neuter ya. Yurther shoved strong hammer aside with a grunt of disgust, glaring down at Asscyra like scum on his boot. He gestured for Strong Hammer to make the rounds among the captives to carry out the threat hed promised before kneeling down beside Asscyra. Fightin back werent smart lass, he said, pulling a vial out from a pouch on his belt. He uncorked it, lifted her tail and poured the contents between her legs, letting it run down between her ass cheeks to pool at her sex. I hear your folk come about from fuckin some crystal dragon. Stone Claw here, he aint no great wyrm but I figure a cave drakes bettern you deserve. An after hes finished with ya, Ill be takin your wings. He stepped away, revealing the drake in question. A massive reptilian beast covered in armored grey plating, The front of its head was pink with a growth not unlike a sea anemone upon its broad nose. Its eyes were black and sunken into its skull, glittering with a dull, eager light as it sniffed in her direction. Stone Claw seemed to combine the best and worst traits of a mole and a lizard, sinuous with powerful limbs and great digging claws perfect for tearing through stone and dirt. He was held back by several dwarves holding tethers and a massive red erection grew between his legs as he continued to sniff the mating pheromones saturating Asscyras most intimate region. A young male fayne in the crowd screamed as he was thrown to the ground and cut. Strong Hammer held up his severed flesh with savage triumph. Think Ill make his scrotum into a purse! All eyes were on him and the drake. Nobody noticed that the bindings on Asscyras wrists failed to properly trap her claws. The leather was tough material and would take time for her to cut through, but escape was a distinct possibility. Let him at her! Yurther shouted, and Stone Claw was released to surge towards her like a tidal wave of subterranean drake.