Thread: Rise of the Fayne- Moon/Mouse

Oh gods! the young man cried as he pants were torn to tiny pieces by eagle-like talons, inches away from his quivering hard manhood. His subsequent attempts to gently pry her mouth from his member were futile largely in part to those. Who wanted to risk an accidental castration when the alternative felt so good? Abruptly he crashed to the ground, tearing through foliage and was inside of her. A strange coolness spread from his cock into Aisscyllas sex, gently soothing the pain even as it simultaneously fueled and quenched her fires. This was exactly what she needed and it sent waves of pleasure beyond simple physical stimulation through her as it pulled free the cursed salves magic. With nothing but the act before her, Aisscylla might have noticed that his skin was cool to the touch everywhere, not just his groin, despite the sun high overhead. The fisherman was far from a passive partner. One hand wrapped around her back to embrace her, the other to the back of her head, fingers calloused from hard work twining in her hair. You started this forest sprite, he said. Im just going to finish it. As if she weighed nothing, he rolled her over onto her back, squashing a fern in the process. Her thrusting hips were suddenly met with deep pounding force as he buried his full length inside of her over and over and over again. The strength of his thrusts actually jolted her hips on impact as his abdominal muscles flexed with effort and glistened with sweat. His lips found hers in a crushing kiss, devouring any screams or moans she might make as he thoroughly fucked her. The need was upon him soon though, and he groaned into her mouth to try and warn her, even as his thrusts became more frantic and erratic. Fueled by need, he just hoped he could satisfy her before coming himself. A few moments later, he exploded. Seed flooded into Aisscyllas battered sex, cooling as the salve was originally meant to be as it coated her walls and splashed against her bruised cervix. As he came into her, a wave of blinding pleasure hit like an avalanche. A metaphysical orgasm that crashed through the salves magic, ripping it away with orgasmic force that set her body to shaking and stole consciousness from her When Aiscylla awoke, she was dressed in a shift and lying in a wooden framed bed beneath a light sheet. Her thighs were sticky with semen and her own sexual fluids, but how they got there was a mystery to her. Almost as mysterious as how shed come to be there. In fact, there were only a few things she could remember at all. She knew she owed a debt of four tasks to a stranger, though he couldnt ask her to hurt or kill anybody. For some reason this brought forth the image of a great serpent, but for the life of her she couldnt figure out why. She recalled how to function, hunting and the likebut everything else, her name, the name of her people, her culture, her brutal rape at the hands of the dwarvesall of it was gone. Vaguely she sensed an awkward weightlessness around her shoulder blades, like there was a garment she was used to wearing there that was gone. Out through the window next to the bed, she could see the night sky, dark with the new moon. One moon, a voice in the back of her head whispered, strangely familiar and yet not.