Lorkan breaks her in

He seizes her roughly by the arms, dragging her up and into his lap, then keeps her there with a hand around her neck.

Lavorra feels her training, her courage trying to fight against the fear gripping her. But as his fingers tighten around her neck, her instincts fall to panic. She squirms, then recoils, feeling his hardness against her, even as he unbuckles his belt.

Her breathing quickens as she starts to panic, and falters as he chokes her. With wild green eyes, she looks down, past the strong hand around her throat, to the bare, angry member now between her parted thighs.

“Don’t -“ she begins, rasping. He squeezes harder, and her voice fails her.

“Am I going to have to gag you? I didn’t ask for a talkative whore.” There’s a ripple of ragged laughter from the other men. They watch intently, clearly wishing they were in Lorkan’s place, and counting the minutes before they are.

She barely has time to catch her breath, before he has seized her by the thighs, and lifted her onto him. She lets out a scream that is horribly close to a moan, and realises to her horror that she is wet, opening to him as his shaft slides easily inside her, already nearly filling her.

I can’t control what my body does. I’m just trying to get through this. Oh please let it just be him.

He grasps her booted ankles, forcing her legs into a kneeling position as he thrusts up into her, roughly and without regard for her pace or pleasure. Her heavy pale breasts bounce as she’s made to rise and fall, balanced helplessly on his cock.

She feels herself squeeze around him, as he plunges his length into her again and again, her flesh clapping; with a rush of humiliation, she realises that the wetness of her pussy is mixing with the sounds of Lorkan’s grunts.

“She’s enjoying this, lads.” He growls, forcing her down on him again. “Seems Elves really do know their place.”

“Her place will be on the spit soon enough!” Calls one of the men, to a chorus of laughter.

She shudders again, shutting her eyes tight, trying to ignore the throbs and trembles between her legs as her body responds against her wishes to his girth and motion.

Please, please don’t let me cum. No matter what they do to me.

She knew this would happen, really she knew it from the moment she was knocked to the ground on the forest path. Lavorra finds herself wondering if she did this to herself: let herself be defeated, chose her captivity.

Wanted to be the camp whore.

She feels Lorkan spasm inside her, and he wraps his arms around her back, gripping her tight as he bounces her, her breasts squashed against his firm muscles, shaking and jiggling.

She lets out a quavering whimper to meet his bullish grunt, and then buries her head in the crook of his neck - nowhere else to go - as to her utter despair she feels him climax inside her.

What feels like jets of warm rushing cum shoot up inside her. He is big, and she can feel him pressing against her cervix, sending his seed deep inside her.

It breaks her. Despite all the torment and **** at the bandits hands, some part of her had thought she’d be safe from this. That even if they humiliated her, took her and painted her with their seed, she’d at least escape without this indignity.

Lorkan lifts her, holding her by the throat again, then tossing her to the ground. Where she lays, trembling, feeling him leak out of her even as her eyes begin to brim with tears. She knows with sick certainty that his won’t be the only load deposited into her womb before nightfall.