No!

The beast circled her warily. Now that she looked closely, Teysa could see old scars on its sides and gaps in its crooked forest of teeth. It had fought men before. It knew that, small and pink though she was, she could hurt it. It half-turned away from her and lashed out with its split tail. The ends dragged across her thigh, scoring deeply and drawing a line of blood. She hissed through her teeth and leapt back to avoid being encircled. The cut was shallow, but it oozed, and she began to limp.

The next time it tried this maneuver, however, Teysa was ready. She stepped forward and the tails whipped past her and into the wall with a loud crack. The beast screeched at her, though it was too much to hope for that it had somehow injured itself. It seemed more annoyed than hurt. It croaked low in its throat and came at her again. Its six legs thumped across the sand. Teysa stood in front of it like a bullfighter. It was close enough now that she could see its dull black eyes. Its jaw creaked open and a blood-red tongue slid out across its teeth.

Teysa danced aside as it passed her by. She held her mace in both hands and swung down as though hammering home a fence post. The blow caught the beast on its brow ridge with a sound like ice breaking in a frozen lake. The ridge cracked down its length and black ichor sprayed her arm. The lizard-thing howled again, this time in fury. She wasn't sure how badly she had hurt it, but it was definitely hurt.

Before she could reset her balance it was on her again. The tail lashed out and missed her throat by inches. There was a sharp pain in her ear and she felt warm blood dripping onto her shoulder. It tensed and leapt and she had to roll to escape it. Next to here a heavy whumph threw sand in the air and she coughed and choked as it swirled in her face. She dragged herself frantically backward, sand stinging her exposed buttocks, and climbed to her feet in time to see it charge her again. Once again, she held her dodge to the last moment. This time she feinted left before jumping right. The beast bit on her feint and turned its body away from her, and she took the opportunity to clobber it again. This time shattered fragments of bone spalled away from the impact. Her arm was shaking and her fingers were numb, but somehow she kept her grip on her mace. Still the thing wouldn't fall down and die. It hesitated and stared up at her with blind animal hatred. She spat out a wad of bloody mucus and wiped her chin. It felt as though a tooth was loose somewhere in her jaw. Too late to do anything about it.

Once again it lined up to charge, and once again she tensed her legs to dodge. It might have worked-- she might have tired the lizard out with successive wounds before her own strength went. Except this time, as it bore down on her, her injured leg gave way.

Her wound might have been deeper than she thought, or maybe she was just exhausted and sore. The cut suddenly flared with pain and her leg buckled. She raised her mace as she fell in a feeble defensive gesture. The lizard's jaws snapped shut on it, but it spared her arm. She could feel the needle points of its teeth scraping against her skin. This close, the carnivore stink of its breath was unbearable. Its weight pressed down on her, one leg stamping between her breasts, another pinning her arm to the floor. She heard Aliara wail in terror somewhere behind her at the same time as the crowd roared in delight. They surged to their feet, whistling and chanting. Above it all she heard the Eel's mad cackle. She closed her eyes and awaited the feel of needle teeth on her neck. It never came-- the seconds stretched out endlessly, but she still drew breath after painful breath.

The crowd was settling down now, and in the sudden quiet, the Eel spoke up. "Well... too bad. I had high hopeth for thith one. But it'th not all bad newth, friendth! Now, we get to the thecond part of tonight'th entertainment!" She whistled once, sharply, and the lizard shook its head like an alligator. It tore the mace from Teysa's grip and tossed it across the room. That long, red tongue slithered out again, but this time it descended on Teysa's face. It licked her up one cheek and down the other, leaving a trail of putrid saliva behind. She struggled hard not to vomit at the stink. One foot planted on her belly, knocking the wind out of her. It was scuttling atop her, shifting into a new position. She found herself pressed down on her back with the scaly body of the lizard on top of her. It rested just enough of its weight on the sand to avoid crushing her.

Something wet and rubbery prodded her thigh. She tried to pinch her legs together, but the lizard thing swished its tail back and forth, rudely shoving them open. She could feel it poking insistently at her legs, sliding along her thighs, prodding at the soft folds of her quim. She flailed ineffectually with her arms in an attempt to knock the beast off her, but succeeded only in smearing both hands to the wrists in its foul secretions. Muck seemed to ooze from its pores and dripped down onto her sides and belly.

The round tip of the thing's cock found her furrow at last, and with a triumphant hiss it thrust forward. All the wind was knocked out of Teysa at once as what felt like a blacksmith's hammer thudded into her guts. It smashed past her cuntlips, instantly stretching the tight passage into a loose, distended fuck-sleeve. She could feel every scaly inch of the monstrous prong tunneling into her; it was irregularly knotted with bumps and ridges that scraped roughly against her delicate coral-pink pussy lips. One thumb-sized protrusion was perfectly placed to rub against her clit as the lizard furiously rutted her, and she gasped at the unwanted pleasure the unfurled inside her like a flag.

Overhead the crowd was cheering louder than ever. A few of them were making bets on whether Teysa would survive, or if the lizard's gigantic cock would burst forth from her belly like a speartip. It was already stretching her to her capacity. It felt as big around as her bicep, and its thrusts were getting deeper, knocking on the door to her womb. It felt as though the thick, flanged head of its member would burst out from between her tits. She stared sightlessly at the ceiling, mouth hanging open. It was taking all of her effort not to cry out in pain and terror... and, increasingly, arousal. She could not deny the sensations that the brutal pounding was awakening inside her. Her whole body flopped and twitched like a ragdoll with each thrust.

The lizard raised its head and howled in victory as the tip of its spear pierced through into Teysa's womb. She felt the pain inside, but dully, as though it was happening to someone else. More pressing was the sensation of fullness. The lizard was on top of her, its weight pressing down, and_ _inside her as well. Its slime dripped from her skin and its breath filled her nostrils. She was dimly aware of the crowd overhead and the sand at her back, but these things seemed faraway, unimportant. Far more immediate was the primal feeling of arousal building inside her. Her lip quivered and sweat stood out in beads on her forehead. She fought for self-control, but she could feel her will eroding.

Over and over the meaty lizard-cock plunged into her. Sometimes it would withdraw almost entirely and then hilt itself again. No longer did her once-tight pussy offer any resistance. Obscene squelching and slapping sounds accompanied the unnatural coupling, and her thighs were soaked with a mixture of her own lubricant juices and the thing's vile secretions. With each deep thrust her whole body shuddered, and with each withdrawal a fresh load of fluid spurted across her legs and pooled beneath her buttocks. She gasped for breath in the brief moments between thrusts. The lizard-beast's stink filled her nostrils, but where before it had been a vile reek, now it smelled heady and musky. She tried to hold on to coherent thought, but it was slipping away in the face of this relentless ****.

The massive cock impaled her once more, this time the deepest thrust yet, as though it was trying to tunnel through to her mouth. Its thick head popped into her womb and filled the tiny space to capacity. It paused for a moment, then began to erupt.

Thick torrents of gruel-like lizard cum flooded Teysa's uterus at once. Her stomach ballooned outward to accommodate such a massive load. The backwash flooded down her gaping passage and squirted out around the tight seal between its scaly meat and her overstuffed pussy in sticky ropes. Most of the ejaculation, however, was trapped inside her body by the massive prick, and so her belly rose like freshly baked bread. She could feel it sloshing around inside her, a warm and gooey mess that stuck to her inner walls and filled up her most intimate places. Bitter tears streaked down her chin at the thought of her pure body defiled by this lewd invasion. Overhead, the crowd burst into wild applause, and nobody clapped louder than the Eel. "I told you, thee'th a tough one!" she chortled. "It'll take more than that to count her out!"

But the lizard wasn't done. Its cock rippled with peristalsis, and a muscular flexure **** her gaping pussy open even wider. Teysa howled at the sensation of terrible stretching. She thought she would tear for sure, she would die here on the floor of the arena, but somehow her body managed to withstand even this new horror. Something was coming, something that slithered along the tube inside her. It felt roughly ovoid, and even in her stretched state it still lodged for a moment at the entrance to her pussy. Teysa whined through her teeth as she felt the pressure build, then with a push the thing was inside her. She could not even look down at herself, but she could imagine the sight: a bulging mound of flesh moving slowly up her waist, tenting her skin out as it made a mockery of her formerly narrow channel. Her stomach, she could tell, was already tremendously swollen, but the shape inside her would stretch it still further. It reached her cervix and paused there a moment. Even the intense violation she had suffered so far had not widened her enough for this. The lizard huffed in her ear, shifted its position slightly, and pressed down on her. She felt the muscular organ inside her flex and then the sphere was pushing, pushing, until with a final effort it shot free into her womb. She could no longer bite back her cries, and the howl of anguish that echoed off the walls of the pit nearly drowned out the cheering of the crowd.

Teysa lay in the sand, panting, utterly defeated. She knew that she was at her limit. If the lizard had another egg or spawn or whatever it was, her stomach would rupture and she would die here. But none came. After a moment, the beast began to withdraw. Even its leaving was agony, as she felt her stretched and bruised body contort around the flared tip of its member. It caught for a moment at her entrance, her pussy lips distended around it, before pulling free with a wet squelch and a torrent of goop. It glugged free from the gaping cavern between her thighs. The beast wandered off across the arena, leaving Teysa lying in a pile of wet sand. She lacked the strength even to roll herself over. Her belly rose to fill her vision, a slimy pink orb threaded with veins and stretch marks. She let her head fall to one side so she wouldn't have to look at it. Inside her, she could feel the seed germinating, the monster's spawn settling into its new home. Someone in the distance was sobbing. Aliara? Perhaps. There were no more tears on Teysa's face. She was numb, beyond terror, beyond pain.

Somewhere overhead the Eel had launched into some new spiel, but Teysa couldn't hear the words. She could feel unconsciousness rising up to claim her and she welcomed the oblivion. Perhaps, when she woke, she would find this had all been a dream. Perhaps...