Yes

Snow guided her to a sacred grove. Liandra suspected the presence of the mythical wolf beast kept away other predators, she was glad to have him by her side. It was a shame he couldn't stay for the ritual.

The moon greeted her. Her skin was numb with cold, but her heart beat furiously. She could almost hear the whispers of the goddess in the wind, but there was only silence. She was looking up so she could see only the moon. It was her nostrils that caught their scent.

She darted in the direction of her prey. It was a strong musky odor, sweat mingled with blood. It wasn't human, but it was addicted to fear and pain. A monster.

Her feet carried her with uncanny speed. She knew she was making sound, but she didn't care. Her eyes saw the bonfire at the distance, and the silhouettes betrayed their numbers. Five. She had her bow with her, but her senses were so overwhelmed it didn't occur to her to use it.

She howled as she threw herself at the first one. orcs. Surprise and momentum allowed her to overpower the larger foe, she had her dagger out, and stabbed him in the belly. The stupid weapon got caught between ribs, stuck inside her opponent. She rolled back towards one of their fallen weapons. A mace.

The weapon was extremely heavy, but she felt with satisfaction the hearty thud as it connected with anothers arm. There were angry yells and pitied bemoans. She saw in the corner of her eyes the tallest Orc coming at her, she had to jump back to not be impaled in his spear, his intended strike finished his friend.

Liandra hurled the mace over a orc that didn't stand yet, and took a fallen axe. The weapon was lighter, but still heavier than anything she ever used. The first wounded orc came at her, she closed her eyes as she chopped at his head. It was a clean blow, that severed his head from his neck.

Two Orcs ran, leaving behind only the slowest of their companions, a fat humanoid with mangy hair. He didn't even stand, after the heavy mace struck him in his head. Liandra walked over him, and tripped him down. His fear was inebriating her. She sunk the axe deep into the ground, next to his ear, he was saying something incomprehensible in his native tongue.

She sat on top of him, his soft belly cool against her inflamed sex. She growled at him, the Orc would die of shame if he could see it was only a petite girl that scared him so. She grabbed his quivering hands, and placed them over her tits and tight. The dumb-folded look didn't vanish even when Liandra began to mound her wet twat against his flabby flesh.

The erection touching her ass drew her attention back,and his hands already knew what she wanted. She touched his cock, her first cock.

She tried to impale herself on him, but it wasn't properly directed at her hole, and he just howled in pain. Frowning, she tried again, and again his cock hits her bone, missing her once more virgin entrance. So rather than try a third time, she slided her wet pussy over his cock, and then down once she reached his peak. It was her turn to moan obscenely.

His cock didn't sink all the way in. She found resistance, which she tried to **** to no avail. Then it sank in. "I am no longer Altima's body... YAOOU!" She screamed as she feels her flesh pierced and the pain course her body, her voice found no end as it got worse and worse, the wound widening, more of his monstrous cock invading her.

Nothing made sense. Why was she there? Where was she? "Wooo" she moaned as she felt something twitch deep inside her. A caress, in places she didn't even know she had. His cock, still sunk inside her. And his hand, playing with her nipple. Or her tight.

"W..." she began to complain, to back away from him, but the movement slid his cock against the walls of her sex, and she squirmed in reflex. It was... fantastic. She placed her hands on his chest, and explored the feeling, moving in small circular motions, and sometimes up and down. She found many, many things that she liked.

Her confidence grew as the pain faded away. She remembered the hunt, the fight. She remembered his fear. He wasn't afraid anymore. She had to change that. She saw the handle of the axe, and with a strong pull yanked it free from the ground.

The reaction was immediate. She could feel fear mixing with their excitement. she rode him harder, he cried in pain as she contacted her pelvic muscles around his thick penis. She howled in ecstasy.

She only woke in the next morning. She was drenched in blood, her mouth tasted like cooper.