Thread: Into the Wilds (Supple Nail & The_PG)

Lyrianna found herself dazed and disoriented by the swirling confusion of battle as hulking shapes boiled out of the trees, swarming around her knights in a melee of confusion and savagery. Get her out of here! Her knight captain barked, his sword singing as he ripped it from its scabbard. He used the flat to give her mount a mighty wallop on its hind quarters and it jerked, sounding a panicked whinny as it bolted. It didn't get half a dozen strides before felled tree branches crashed through the brush to block both advance and retreat, bottling the outnumbered knights in with the ravening horde of orcs. Her mount reared and Lyrianna found herself thrown to the ground, the impact knocking the breath from her lungs. In a moment a trio of knights had swung down to stand over her, fighting back to back over her supine form in a desperate attempt to buy her some time. The battle was too close, too pressing for any of them to spare their attention to help her to her feet. To have done so would have been instant death. And so death was not instant, but a prolonged and bloody skirmish. Shining knots of armored figures clumped together and eroded away like earth swept away by a flood until only the knight captain and his two companions stood over Lyrianna. These were the most skilled fighters, the most experienced soldiers, and for a moment Lyrianna held out the feeble hope that they would be able to cut their way to safety. But her hopes were dashed when the most enormous orc she had ever seen swaggered forward, dispatching her protectors with casual ease. They sold their lives valiantly, but ultimately could not buy anything with them. Blood dripped from the orc's lips and Lyrianna felt paralyzed by terror. But she mastered herself. She was a princess, damnit, and she would not be cowed like some serving wench. She drew herself up to her full height, exuding regal pride, heedless of the fact that she barely came up to the orc's chest. Halt, beast! She commanded imperiously. I am Princess Lyrianna, by what right do you... Her words were cut off when the brute struck her with the back of his hand. The blow sent her reeling, spun her around and splayed her in the dirt. She sputtered, shock and pain making her eyes go wide. Before she could react he was on her, his brutish fingers ripping away the finely woven wool of her riding skirt. No, no... She cried, beating futilely at his chest with her tiny hands. He hooked a finger in the neck of her gown and casually tore it down to her waist. She was jerked forward as her neckline ripped and exposed the creamy skin of her breasts. Her face blushed crimson but there was nothing she could do as he held her down and ripped her clothing away. Her eyes got as wide as saucers when he revealed his enormous member. He rubbed two fingers between her legs in the barest gesture of lubrication and the contact made her shiver. She felt the calloused flesh of his hands running along the lips of her pussy and tried to hold her knees closed, but he wrenched them open with contemptuous ease. Tears streamed down her face as she felt the bulbous head of his cock poised at the entrance of her virgin passage. You can't...you'll kill me...it's to big... She gasped, panic writ on her face.