Not Well

Despite its loping, awkward gait, the creature was quick, and it was back on her in a moment. She tried to bring the cleaver down into it, but the monster was intelligent enough to grab her wrist, and strong enough to haul her up as she fought.

Kicking out at the creature with her bare feet, she only managed to twist until the creature gripped her bare thigh, claws cutting into her pale skin as it continued turning her away from it.

Desperation drove the elf as she twisted and writhed violently, her shirt riding up her belly. "Get off you twat!" She screamed at it ineffectually.

Tsan froze for a moment as she felt the broad equine head of the creature's tool press between her thighs while it used its grip on her thigh to spread her for the massive tool. "Daughter of the fae will breed. Give many spawn." Even the voice of the monster had changed, now rasping and wheezing with lungs not meant for air.

She cried out wordlessly in panic as she felt the tool begin pressing into her, forcing her tight slit wide around it. She was still slightly lubricated from the earlier fingering but it wasn't nearly enough for such a big cock even if she'd been relaxed and willing, and sounds of pain slipped her lips.

It gave a beastial cry of exhaltation as the head **** inside of her, the tool already throbbing as if it might fill her at any moment. As it celebrated, the grip on her loosened a bit, and Tsan was taken by adrenaline. She kicked her free leg back at the creature as hard as she could while she twisted, wrenching herself free and scrambling forwards over the ruined furniture cluttering the hut.