Like a tigress

Kendra visited her later, back in her own rooms. She had her eyes downcast, she looked very torn.

"I am sorry about everything that happened, Liandra. It was all my fault, I shouldn't have abandoned you by yourself"

"... I made a fool of myself, didn't I?" Liandra was sitting by the window, her harp on her lap

"You can ask for a champion, Liandra. I would be honored to fight for you." Kendra was serious, and the princess smiled. The leather clad baroness came closer, and ran her fingers down the princess blonde hair.

"Tell me about this test, Kendra"

"Rrp'urash. In the orcish tongue it means 'to violently **** one's dignity and integrity, expose his true self and gain his obedience'. It comes from the common human tongue" Kendra gave a pause, the princess was still too naive to understand what it means. "It comes from '**** your ass'. It is one of the oldest Orcish traditions, this is how they have always structured their societies, so that is why Nocternia allows them to keep it. But it was never meant to be imposed on others, it has never been, but there is also no rules ag..." But she was close to rambling, so Liandra just held her hand.

"I can fight him, Kendra" She kisses her hand "If anything, I just don't think I can stop myself." Kendra objected, saying his reputation was tremendous, but Liandra was confident. The two didn't argue much longer, Kendra just took the princess to bed, and cuddled her to sleep. Liandra´s dreams were that of a tigress marking her territory, scratching trees and stalking prey.

It wasn't even dawn and the two duelists were gathered. Of course, the sun would never go up in the eternal night city. Liandra wore a tight leather armor, after a servant convinced her to not ruin another dress. She told herself it was the ring that made her excited, bloodthirsty. Her opponent seemed even larger than before, but this time he wore nothing but a loincloth. His green muscular body was painted in red and white, he was chanting something in his monstrous mother tongue.

Their audience created an annoying buzz. Liandra felt her nostrils fill with the smell of another predator. Captain Scro Slorak. He howled to the stars and his fellow Nocternians. Many of whom belonged to other races and had obvious disgust in their face. Why did Liandra care?

She was on all fours, she had a tail. She though the world was different, but in fact it was herself. Her ring had poly-morphed her into a tigress, sharp claws and savage fury. She pounced on the orc, and was just vaguely amazed when Scro held her half a ton weight with his bare hands, and hurled her away from him. She landed on her feet, adrenalin coursing through her transformed shape.

She lunged again, but this time when he held her, she raked with her rear claws, bleeding him. She reared on her back legs and attacked him with her front claws, claiming hit after hit, slash after slash, each wound scratching light red trails on his muscular chest. She toyed with him, and the arrogance would cost her dearly.

The Orc dodged inside the reach of her pawns, under her body, and with the momentum of her own strike threw her off her feet. She tried to twist her body again, rake him with her rear paws, but he threw her to the ground, and mounted her, his legs keeping her rear claws away, his elbows took care of her front claws, and his hands were chocking her. She feebly tried to bite him and throw him off, but despite her superior bulk and strength she just couldn't reach him. Her arousal grew as he proved how defenseless she was, and with a stark realization she saw that her tigress body wasn't really fighting Captain Scro, it recognized in him a fellow predator and was testing him, testing a prospective mate. And the thrill coursing through her spine told how much it found him to her liking.

"LIANDRA!" Kendra called her name, awakening the princess that laid buried inside the feral shape. She reversed to her own, but her lithe body was also trapped under Scro. Her strength failed her, the beast had already submitted

"No, don´t!" Liandra screamed as she felt her legs being spread open, those well defined tights parting her own. The leather armor she wore was in tethers, result of her transformation. She found her right arm free and clawed his face, drawing much blood. His hand felt heavy and violent on her face, the pain excited her so she did it again and again. Like a stray cat, he had to pin her down again, but this time she **** her to kneel and held both her arms around her back, her breasts touching the ground and her ass sticking up. She could feel what her eyes were avoiding at all cost, a dangling hard on slapping her ass cheeks as she struggled to escape his hold... but she couldn't, this time it hurt too much, and her body was telling her she was ready.

She was still for a few moments, begging him spare her, but in such rushed tones it could be just like a prayer. "Do you accept your defeat?" she shook her head, but the pain that shot through her body was so great she yelled "MERCY! please, oh please." His hard on pressed further, and she felt it touch her rosebud asshole "AGH! NOOO!" she tried desperately to clench it shut, to stop him from going in, but inch after inch he speared her, all her pleas and complains failing to move him.

Liandra´s screams died out momentarily, and she could hear her own name. Kendra, her arm sported her trademark black claw, but she was being held by two other Nocternians. She had tears in her eyes, the princess only though was she would do anything to comfort her now. Her distraction from her current struggle gave leave for her body to stop resisting so much, it enjoyed the submission to a strong male, the anal intrusion that would forever change her.

She noticed her lips were moaning and heard the comments

"already broken"

"guess she was just looking for this"

"was she really a virgin? look at the size of the cock she is taking!"

She tried to control at least her mouth, her lust crazy face just soundlessly gaping as the Orc introduced her to a whole new addiction. He wasn't even holding her arms anymore, she was on all fours as he caressed her butt and fucked her asshole. She told herself she could be quiet, but she was wrong. When her orgasm hit her it was loud and cathartic, she felt her juices overflowing her pussy, and dripping down her leg as Captain Scro continued to fuck her ass. It lasted for several seconds, an eternity on her mind, her mind barely registered when the Orc creamed her rear entrance, filling her rectum with his sticky cum.

"Beg" the Orc tells her