Thread: Rise of the Fayne- Moon/Mouse

ooc Im sorry, which spelling of her name do you prefer? Let me know and Ill stick with it Stone Claw roared his triumph as her orgasm set off his own, Aisscylla was already far too tight for his enormous member and as she squeezed down for the second time it was too much for the drake to handle. His hips bucked, jerking her around with their raw power and the knot binding her to him. Semen flooded her womb, spilling from her cervix but trapped inside of her by the knot. Unfortunately for Aisscylla, Stone Claw was not a patient drake and as soon as he finished, turned to leave, dragging her on the ground behind him. The tethers binding her to the post held firm though, and Aisscylla was spread out, trapped by the bindings about her wrist and the knot of the shrinking cock inside of her. With a slap to the rear, Yurther sent the drake scurrying forward with a burst of momentum that ripped him free of her and let her collapse to the ground, blood and semen spilling onto the stone floor from between her legs. Looks about worn out, she does, Strong Hammer called out to a roar of cheers. Some of the dwarves called out for her to do it again but Yurther held up his hand. Shes to be an example to them, not a source for our amusement. We finish this and take the prisoners under the mountain where we can put them to use. He stepped onto her, planting a heavy boot in the small of her back as he drew his battle axe from his belt. Yurther extended it forward so that she could see the enchanted blade, though he knew not whether she was conscious enough to understand what she was seeing or the words he spoke. The blade itself was blacker than metal had any right to be, the solid dark of caverns that had never seen light, and yet somehow it seemed to emanate a green aura. Not a light, for there was no brightness to the coloring, merely a changing in the air around the sinister weapon. This here be Aergunwar, Yurther said. The space ripper and the only woman I ever loved. There be powerful magic in this my blade, let me show ye. He raised it high and swung it down in a powerful arc, slicing through her right wing where it met her shoulder as if the crystalline protection had been sea foam. The wing fell from her, no blood spilling from the wound or severed limb. Though the wing was still covered in the leather sack it had been bound in, it was clearly moving inside. Still trying to obey Aisscyllas commands, as if it hadnt been severed in here. Me darlin bride, she always had a thing for portal magic, he said casually, as if hed done nothing more interesting than splitting a rock with a hammer. One mishap at her forge, and shes gone and all I gots Aergunwar. Da always said I married a battle axe. He swung again and lopped off her other wing. He picked up both bags, wriggling with her severed limbs, and tossed them over his shoulder. Round em up! Get the ones you lot cut into the wagons sos they dont bleed to death. Well be leavin this would be hero here with her new friend mister pole. Let her think what she done wrong while she dies slow and painful. The band exploded into action around Aisscylla. Several stopping to stare at her before one of their elders whipped them back into a frenzy. In record time, theyd broken and were rounding up the raiding party to leave, delving into the earth with Aisscylla still bound to the post to starve or die of thirst.