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

Elre's eyes were wide as she watched the Kroxigor approach. His cock seemed to loom over her, like a massive monolith, but his approach was inexorable. She watched, body shaking, as his clawed hands gripped her hips and, inch by inch, he began to feed his massive shaft into her. It spread her wet lips and pushed, hard and deep, into her sex. Her feet scrabbled on the stone floor, but she didn't pull away. There was something about the looming power of the lizard beast that held her in place. Her noble pride was suborned to a desire to see this beast claim her, despite her horror at that very thought, and as he pushed into her she let out a low, carnal, moan. Minue, meanwhile, was in ecstasy. As their muscular bodies pushed together, almost crushing her between them, the warpfire corruption burning in her took over. She was a mewling, moaning, writhing thing. Working her feminine hips and ample rear to allow them better access to her formerly pure body. She did not dwell on the lack of pain, or the strange elasticity that coursed through her, or the way in which the lizards wordlessly understood her need. This was all...natural. Her part in this cosmic plane. And she welcomed it as she bounced between them. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The tentacles were relentless. It was impossible to know, for the elven twins, whether one beast or multiple were fucking them. But they were honestly beyond comprehension. Suspended in the air, one muffled by thick alien tentacle and the other screaming out her submission at the top of her lungs, they were hoisted and turned this way and that. The beast or beasts below seemingly not caring for anything other than reshaping their bodies for their own needs. At one point the two were brought together, hanging limply as they were rough-fucked in each hole, and their eyes locked in the near blackness of the pool. 'Darsheeeeeeee' sobbed Verra, eyes wide, one free hand reaching out to cup her twin's cheek. Her voice was ragged, pleasure and fear all entwined together, and the noise came out as a moan. The tentacle withdrew from Darshee's mouth, dripping with her saliva and the thing's liquid pre-seed, and her sister gasped for air. 'Ve....v...Ver...ra....ahhh' she chocked out, 'Gods....Verra..... what is this?' Verra shook her head, unable to answer, and at that point the tentacles drew them closer. Their faces inches apart. 'Darshee' Verra breathed, before leaning in. Desperate for some succor in that blackest of horrors. She kissed her sister on the mouth, their tongues tentative at first but more and more eager, as they moaned their orgasms into each other. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Folwin was eager. She felt him pull her off of his cock, gasping for air as strands of her spittle and his precum dripped from his scaly length to spatter her naked chest and neck. Her body was feather-weight for him as he pulled her up, positioning her above him, and she moaned in needy anticipation. When it came his insertion was ecstasy itself. The breeding urge was on the elf, the scout's time in the wilderness, her encounter with the beastmen, and now the pheremones of the Saurus, all combined to tug at something primitive and urgent within Folwin. A carnal need to be bred, a heat that would not stop as she began to ride that massive shaft, that came from some primordial time when elves were just another savage people. 'Oh yes...you bastard...rut...me...breed me....break me...' she shouted, face flushed, putting as much effort into being fucked as the warrior did into fucking her.