Thread: Highborn Fall Far [Warhammer Fantasy] (Kaybee x Reydan)

The Saurus' eyes widened as the comparatively petite scout pushed herself downwards, forcing him into motion to retake the initiative from the brief shock of her wrapping around him so suddenly, gripping him so tightly. His hips and arms moved in tandem, thrusting his cock up into her while helping her in her own bouncing motions. It defied reason, defied what the Saurus knew. Females of both sterner temperament and more robust build alike broke on his shaft, it was simply the way things were, but this slip of an elf, this beautiful little slut embraced him, took him all and took more still. Suddenly, where before the Saurus had been confident, now he was struggling not to go off early, not to disappoint this female who had against all odds proven herself more resilient. Even if it came only because she was simply too wanton to be broken like this. Or perhaps it was simply that she was already broken in her own way... The tentacles did not understand and could not answer, but their actions spoke for them in ways that words could not. The spasms of orgasm wrapping tightly around them told the creatures that the elves were ready to be bred, and their limbs pulsed as they ravaged the entangled twins, swelling inside their bodies. The thrusts delved deeper as little bumps began to travel up the lengths of the limbs. Eggs for incubation followed by thick bubbles of fertilizing seed, loaded to stuff both elves to bursting with eldritch children. In the shadows at the edge of the pool eyes began to gleam in the darkness. The skinks who'd driven the elves into the temple lived in this space, in symbiosis with the many-limbed monsters that lurked in the pool. Their tough hides and short lifespans made the pool that much less hazardous to them, and the tentacles provided them with the means of continuing their population. The women who ended up down here would birth one clutch of tentacles, and then, reshaped into perfect breeders by the combination of the tentacle's secretions and the pool itself, the skinks would take them. This would be their fate, breeders until the end of their days... Or at least... It would be if it weren't for the greater plans the gods had for them. For now though, they would let events unfold. Minue was a centerpiece, a monument to debauchery. Her holes stretched around the massive reptilian shafts, her body distorting lewdly around their massive lengths as they bounced her back and forth, steam rolling off their breaths despite their cold blood. Their fire was instilling them too, making their cocks glow with eldritch light as they savaged her. The blessing of the flames let her take it, reshaped her body to accommodate them, turned any pain she might have felt at such savage use into pleasure. She was wise, to have taken the blessing. she was strong, to take their cocks. She was powerful, breeder, Matriarch, and she could be in time a Queen... So the voice in the flames promised her, so the flames promised her. She could have pleasure and glory, if only she accepted it. Surely one so smart as her would not even consider refusal... But while Minue experienced her own personal connection to the corrupting warp thanks to her magical talent and the flames she had so eagerly accepted, Elre was made central to the ritual going on. The saurus were stamping their feet, drumming the ground in precise time with the Kroxigor's powerful thrusts. It shook the temple, vibrating in and around the elven Captain, until the rhythms began to work in and out of her as much as the cock did, drumming into her body, into her mind. They pounded in her chest and head, encouraging her to move with them, to join in the tribal beat and become one...