The Gith gets Used

As the cage clattered to the ground, Shadowheart made no move to intervene. Left to her own devices, the gith would stab her in the back the first chance she got. Why should Shadowheart honor their previous alliance, when her counterpart would surely not do the same? Being taken down a peg might even make her a more reliable ally.

If she was still in a state to be useful, that is.

Well, that was how Shadowheart rationalized it, at least. Truthfully, it was the fire between her legs that guided her actions. Under Shar's tutelage, she had never known attraction this intense (or if she had, the memory had been erased). She craved to see more of Lae'zel's green skin exposed. To see her body taken in such a carnal way. Bringing her hand underneath her skirt, Shadowheart began to gently rub her folds. She shuddered as her wants were finally tended to, if just a little. Leaning back and staying quiet, Shadowheart got ready for the show.

"Man, that stuff is strong!" Damays jeered, opening the door of the cage. He gave the githyanki a nudge with his boot, the proud warrior incapable to doing anything in return. "She's totally powerless!"

"Only a... ugh... fool would call me powerless!" Lae'zel growled weakly, each word a strain on her body. "Your innards will...tsk'va... spill today!" This threat was, of course, an obviously empty one. The warrior could barely keep herself on all fours, let alone mount an attack.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Nymessa replied, cracking a slight smile. Despite her earlier annoyance, she seemed to be enjoying the githyanki's debasement. "Just make sure to disarm her before you have your fun, Damays!"

"I know, I know," the tiefling man shot back, dragging her out of the cage and onto the grass. "I'm not an idiot!" He easily relieved Lae'zel of her sword (a usually herculean task), tossing the weapon away.

"Fucking... kainyank!" Lae'zel's put all her energy into trying to get up, only succeeding in raising her ass a bit higher. "I am a warrior of crèche K'liir! My body is... UGH... not yours to defile!"

"This armor really makes my job easier!" Damays commented, ignoring Lae'zel's words completely. Groping her exposed rear with one hand, he fished out his member with the other. His red cock was fully erect in anticipation, a bead of precum hanging from the tip. Bringing it to her opening, he rubbed it up and down her green folds. This elicited a groan from the man, a series of gith curses from Lae'zel, and a throb in Shadowheart's pussy.

"Hurry up, Damays!" The woman complained, leaning against a nearby rock. "That poison is not going to last forever!"

"Can't I just enjoy myself a little bit!" He gave Lae'zel's ass a hard spank, her taut cheeks shaking with the impact. "It's not like you ever put out! It's been ages since I've gotten off with a bitch."

"That's because, unlike this savage, I have standards!"

Damays rolled his eyes, but heeded her words. Lining the head up with her entrance, he roughly pushed forward. Lae'zel groaned as his devil cock speared her, more than a few inches sinking in with the first thrust. Shadowheart timed the penetration with one of her own, slipping two fingers into her (at this point) drenched pussy. She was glad that Lae'zel's protests drowned out her own moans.

"Fuck, that feels good!" Damays grunted, beginning to saw in and out. "Once you get past... mfm... their face, these gith are quite good fucks!" He gave her ass another spank. "The muscles make them sooo tight. And there's no tail to get in the way."

He punctuated his praise by speeding up, ramming in to her harder and faster. His hands gripped her ass, keeping her limp body upright so it could take his cock. Shadowheart similarly sped up her digits, imagining it was her looming large over the sexy warrior, pounding into her green flesh...

"Tsk'va! Now I... I..." Lae'zel gritted her teeth, trying to retain her strength. "Now I have two reasons to kill you. Not only have you insulted my people, but... ugh... but you are a sexually inadequate!" Nymessa giggled at her comment, much to her Damays' annoyance.

"Oh shut up!" He growled, shoving her face into the dirt. "Dumb fucking whore..."

His frustration seemed to goad him on, his dick pounding into the prone gith faster and faster. He was bottoming out with each thrust, the slap of his hips against her ass filling the forest with sound. If anything, though, the rougher treatment was exactly what Lae'zel wanted. Shadowheart could hear low, muffled moans mixed in with the clapping, and swore that she was ever so slightly pushing herself back to meet Damays' thrusts.

"Man, you better wrap this up!" Nymessa scolded, looking around with an alert expression. "All this noise is gonna attract goblins. Or worse..."

"I'm... fuck... working on it!" His voice was strained, and it was clear he was going to finish soon. Shadowheart had been edging for a while now, slowing down her motions, savoring the feeling. However, with the conclusion quickly approaching, she threw caution to the wind. Her fingers pumped in and out even faster than Damays was thrusting, the wet schlicks a bit too loud to be stealthy. She had to clap her other hand over her mouth just herself from screaming in bliss!

The tieflings moans and groans finally reached a crescendo as he came, burying his length in the paralyzed githyanki. His whole body shuddered as he emptied himself, though Lae'zel seemed much less impressed. She had taken much bigger and more satisfying loads in her life! Shadowheart finished herself off at the same time, writhing behind the bush as pleasure washed over her. In her mind, she was leaving Lae'zel much more exhausted and much more satisfied!

"Fuck... fuck, that was... fuck..." Damays took an unsteady step backwards, his cock popping free from Lae'zel's abused cunt. A few drips of cum followed him, painting the grass under her white.

"I hope you enjoyed this brief pleasure, istik!" Lae'zel commented coldly. "For it will be your last, once I track you down!" Indeed, her strength was returning to her, albeit slowly.

"Yeah, Damays, we better get out of here!" Nymessa stood up from the rock and drew her bow. "I don't think that's an idle threat. Besides, I thought I heard something in the bushes. Could be goblin scouts."

"Yeah... yeah, I'm done with this bitch anyway!" Damays agreed, pulling up his pants. Before heading out, he cast one last disgusted look at the defiled gith. Drawing back, he spit on her face, a parting gift before he followed Nymessa away from the clearing. Shadowheart watched as they melted away into the trees, before turning back to Lae'zel.

While beaten down and abused, the gith clearly had fight in her. Rolling onto her back, you saw her testing her fingers and toes, willing strength back into her body. All while the tieflings cum still leaked out of her. While the man's spit dripped down her cheeks.