She has no choice

Lux resists the push at first, but the leader presses his cutlass closer against her throat, and she realises she doesn’t have much choice. She sinks down onto her knees, forced to watch in mounting horror as the leader sets his weapon aside in order to free his other weapon. Like everything else about him, his hard cock is a size too big for comfort, and Lux shudders as he brings it towards her mouth.

Frantically she tries to think of some way out of this, but as the bandit leader places a firm hand behind her head, Lux can see that her luck has run out. With great reluctance, she opens her mouth, and the man takes his chance. Lux’s eyes go wide as he pushes in between her lips, the vile taste of him invading her mouth. She instinctively tries to pull back, move away, but feels a sword-point jabbing into her back, and freezes as much as she can.

His hand pushes against the back of her head, making her cough as she struggles to adjust to the intrusion into her mouth. Glancing upward, she finds herself making humiliating eye contact with the leering bandit, his face a mask of lust and contempt. Tears sting her eyes, while the bitter, salty taste and the sweaty, musky smell fill her other senses.

Then she feels a hard slap on the back of her head, making her see stars. Before she knows it he is gripping her hair in one hand, one of her horns in the other, and is forcing her face against his body, driving his cock deeper and deeper, reaching her throat.