Fight back and bite him

You lunge forward what little distance you can and manage to bite his lower lip. The bandit pulls back slightly yelping in surprise while wiping away blood

“GAH- you bitch!”

He quickly pulls his cock out of your now wet cunt as he delivers a swift punch to your head.

“I was going to treat you nice like the whore you are, but then you had to start with this shit” he says.

The world spins as you see stars, but you can feel his sturdy, rough hands flip you over onto your stomach. With this, any sense of control you had over the situation falters. He raises your ass off the ground while pinning your neck to the dirt of the forest floor. You feel an all too familiar sensation as he enters your cunt once more. Your hands grasp for anything in front of you, anything at all you might use as a weapon. They only seem to catch useless loose dirt as there seems to be no escaping your fate. You feel the man behind you begin to speed up in his thrusting, becoming wilder and more careless of your comfort. A building heat begins to rise in your core and you are helpless to the onslaught of thrusts from behind. The forest seems quiet, no birds, no crickets, nothing. All that can be heard is the rhythmic slapping of the union of two bodies. With one particularly powerful thrust you lose it. The sensation of it all causes you to climax as your body goes completely limp, seemingly lost in the feeling. Besides your own orgasm, you feel a slow warmth begin to seep out inside you as the bandit pulls himself off you.

“Thanks for the fuck love, you dwarven girls feel just as good as they say” the bandit gloats. “I might stay a bit longer or hell, even take you back to camp for the others to enjoy, but I gotta feelin’ you’re gonna be too much trouble.”

You turn over onto your back just as you see the man disappear into the tree line. Gazing downwards you see a distinct trail of cum leaking from your defiled pussy. The tell-tale presence of blood confirms your suspicions about your maidenhood as well. You lay weakly on the ground, the once proud Iyda Ironstag once a beaming adventurer famed for glory, now a cum stuffed mess, abandoned to die in the forest. You weakly rest a hand on your stomach and close your eyes. Through some strange sixth sense you swear you can feel the stirring of life within you. Whether you wanted it or not, the bandit met his mark, and then some.