It had only been a month since her escape from her prison back on Outland, and years of captivity had made her senses rusty and dull. She cursed when the Tideskorn raiders landed upon her and scooped her up in the talons of their Stormdrakes, but the quick death she expected gave way to horror, when she looked into the raid leaders eyes a familiar glimmer, a lustful stare.
“My instincts were right, elfin, you make a fine fuck slave! The Jarl will be pleased when I present you at the feasting hall tonight.”
The Vrykul laughed, “You won’t what, Elfin? Spit it out.” He said as he trust, holding her thighs tight in his massive hands.
He smelled of musk and mead, and her skin could feel the sharp callouses that lined his palms as he pushed down. Her breathing increased as his sweat dripped on her body, “Not so talkative now, long-eared bitch.” the raider snarled to his prey, loving every moment.
“That bastard corrupted me… How can I enjoy this so much, the pain, the humiliation… used for pleasure…” she thought as she looked around, the room now spinning in a sex fueled haze.
Jesana gritted her teeth, “How about you shut that mutton-covered face of yours, and just keep fucking me, okay?” she shouted as she bit her tongue.
“I… I escaped this situation once before. I will do it again. For now though… Oh fuck yes… right there… I can feel it so deep. More! MORE!”