Lavorra endures

Yes/No (Even) - [4,5] Yes, she stays in control and fights back

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Her eyes open, and she finds herself staring at the ceiling of the room, her mirrored doppelgänger peering back at her, a malicious, lust-filled smile on its lips.

Something thrusts hard into and against her, battering against her inner walls, shoving forcefully deeper. She yelps in pain, and looks down to see that Kulrakan has her - is having her - naked and pale atop the bed. One member is buried to the hilt in her drenched slit, her folds welcoming him in, her tunnel gripping. The other is sandwiched between her plush thighs, throbbing and beading with intoxicating pre-cum, as her legs are held up and together by two of Kulrakan’s four limbs, the other two gripping her hips. His tongue travels down between her trembling breasts, lashing lazily over her nipples.

She groans helplessly, battling against the flood of pain and pleasure bombarding her. But in the back of her mind and the depths of her failure, she realises something.

I don’t want this. I’m still me. I’m still fighting.

She gasps, and looks back to see Melira at the end of the bed, slender legs drawn up to cover herself, seemingly terrified as her eyes peep out above her knees. She is back to her gorgeous self, her glamour restored. She raises her eyebrow, ever so slightly.

It’s working!

“Fuck.” She pants, unable to stop herself, as she moves against him, feeling his meat incased inside her, forcing itself as if it will fill her womb.

“Good little Paladin.” Kulrakan purrs. “Give yourself to me. I’ll enjoy you either way, but I do so delight in the passion of the pure.”

She moves her hips against both his cocks, squeezing her thighs tighter and actually eliciting a moan from the Daemon-Lord. Is that something she should be proud of? He smiles, thinking that he has her, thinking that she is fucking him just as he fucks her.

Nope.

She pulls her hips back, legs slipping sweatily in his grasp as he loosens it to give her leeway - and slams her feet up and into his chin, lifting herself up off the bed as she pushes her tiny body to reach him. She yelps in pain as he bottoms her out, his beastly cock pummelling much too deep. She’s going to feel that for a while.

But she hurts him. She watches an arc of blood with proud fascination as he chomps down on his own tongue; he lets out a keening cry and stumbles backward, slipping free of her painfully.

Lavorra scrambles back gingerly, her lower body on fire, her thighs already bruising. She falls back against Melira, feeling her soft flesh against hers, and the Sorceress palms Lavorra’s Holy Icon into her hand.

Arms outstretched, they release a wave of magical energy, catching Kulrakan in the chest, staggering him. His steps lead him back towards the portal, feet slipping on the polished floor.

He looks up, grinning through his bloodstained mouth, crouched over like a spider, with his many limbs.

“Oh. I see. Very clever. But is that all you managed to rustle up, Bitch-Elves? You’re alone.” He simpers over the last word, letting it echo around the room, taunting them.

Lavorra falters, hoping against hope that they have a little more magic left between them.