Liv is just another mind shattered Bravo

“AaahhHHH! AAhhhH! FffnnooaaAAA!!!” Liv’s only words came in rhythmic yelps, pounded from her by each powerful movement of the chieftain’s hips. He had let go of her waist, great big powerful hands instead grabbing her ankles and pulling her legs back, higher and higher until they rested next to her head. Liv had never imagined herself to be so flexible, but next to the brutal twin pain and pleasure of his arm-sized cock boring her out, she barely felt a thing.

He took her with fast, brutal motions. His body churned with a raw, muscular efficiency that might have been attractive in it’s way, if anyone was around to notice. But there wasn’t anyone, just the four Bravos utterly lost to sanity. Fuu a proud, gorgeous priestess, now nothing more than Gnoll rapemeat. Emmaline a self confident,, independent noblewoman who had turned cum addicted cockwhore at the very first opportunity. Becky, so depraved and eager to break that she had done it all on her own, giving in to the lustful madness without so much as a tap. And Liv. Liv who was held up in the air, pinned against the barreled furry chest of the beast behind her as he pounded her again and again. Liv, whose screams of torment had faded into shrieks of pleasure far too quickly for her own liking, whose body had already started to give in to the feeling of it, even as her mind tried desperately to fight for any semblance of sanity. Liv, who was doing everything in her power to suppress that surging heat, that raw, painfully present light of sensation that surged up within her brighter and more powerful with every passing moment, with every devastating thrust. Liv, who in the end, was no better than any of the other heroes turned sluts.

Her head jerked back with a sudden ****, bouncing against the chieftain’s furry pec as Liv screamed out in ecstasy. Her back arched and her fingers clenched into the chieftain’s fur, digging deep until they pressed against the hot skin below. When the waves of pleasure took her, they took all of her. They crashed over her with intent to drown, burying her beneath the tide, dragging her under and pounding away at her until nothing was left but raw sensation. Liv was nothing but ecstasy, nothing but that all-encompassing, mind shattering moment of bliss. Every part of her body, every muscle and nerve was lit up, utterly ablaze with pure sensation, and as the Chieftain pounded into her, howling in what sounded like amusement, it only got worse.

When Liv came down… well, it was difficult to say if she ever did truly come down. The Chieftain was far from done with her, his cock still churning away, plowing her with that relentless stamina and power. When the very peak of her orgasm faded, though, Liv’s head rolled back forward, but there was no anger in her eyes. No righteous fury, no daggers of cold vengeance. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, eyes rolling back in such a stupid, whorish expression that there was no question. Something inside Liv had well and truly snapped, and as she moaned, pitiful degrading sounds that snuck their way past her outstretched tongue… it was difficult to tell if she would ever be the same again.