She was overwhelmed eventually ()

Rayla was still in the middle of convincing herself she had to fill her kicks with murderous intent when Tilor got up from the floor launched himself at her.
A moment before he was lying there, curled up after a vicious blow to his knee.
Rayla had attempted to break his leg reasoning that if she couldn't knock them out, she could at least incapacitate them.

Being the skinniest and weakest of the three, it was a surprisingly fast recovery.
In fact, Rayla had barely the time to react. She managed to kick him into the groin before he could lay even a finger on her nonetheless.
Tilor let out a throaty grunt of pain and stiffened in place. It almost looked like his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets for a second.
That sure was a weak spot she could have come up with before, she thought regretfully.

Normally though, when she hit an enemy there during a fight, there were clothes or leather pads protecting that sensitive area.
It had been really weird to directly touch Tilor's ballsack and stiff cock with the instep of her foot. Actually, it was weird, as she was still touching them, since after being hit, Tilor had frozen up like a statue with his thighs clenched.

Out of instinct, Rayla had finally managed to put all her strength into that kick. If she would have to guess, she would have said she had done the boy some real damage this time. Permanent damage, that is. She had felt his testicles being squashed by the bone of her foot. It was reasonable to assume the librarian's chance of fatherhood had been halved at least.

She grinned. It wasn't that she wanted to gloat, but she had always liked to fight. Despite all, she was almost having fun. And the fun usually increased when the fight was hard and she was about to win it. Rayla was going to push Tilor away with her left foot when she felt a pair of large arms close around her waist, and just before she could connect with his chest, she was yanked upwards.

"H-Hey!" she gasped.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed Edrig approaching from the left side.
That meant the one behind her was Fynn. Damn, how could she have lost sight of that giant walking milk pudding?
Now that was really bad: if it came to grappling, her agility and quickness were useless, and in a match of pure strength even Fynn could become a formidable foe.
A surge of heat came to her face.

"Let me go, you dumb lump! Snap out of it," she grunted through her gritted teeth.
She tried to wriggle herself out of the farm boy grip, but her arms were blocked over her head, and her right foot was still stuck between Tilor thighs so her struggling proved to be rather ineffective. She barely managed to slide downwards of a few centimeters. Suddenly she felt something hard and hot being pressed between her buttocks. It was Fynn's erection.

That's right, that wasn't just a normal fight. Those three wanted to stick their things into her.
There was no way that she would let that happen. "Let go," she repeated.
She squirmed and was about to scream, but Edrig was already onto her.
He knocked the air out of her lungs with a jab a the pit of the stomach.
That was a surprise. None of them had ever attempted to hit her back until now.

Instinctively Rayla's body tensed in a bundle of muscles. She managed to withstand without damage the following one-two that the smith's apprentice aimed at her belly. They were somewhat heavy punches, but she had had worse. Her aggressor's intention, on the other hand, was to simply subdue her so that he could have his way with her. That was all he and the Human prisoners could think of in their addled minds.

"Let me go, you idiots! I don't care if the potion is making you do this, I'll never forgive you," she growled. But no one of the three seemed to be able to even simply hear what she was saying anymore. Their eyes were mad with lust and anticipation now that they had finally got their hands on her.
Tilor in fact had grabbed her ankle and was already pulling her leg open and Edrig was positioning himself right in front of her, stroking his cock and aiming it at her pussy.
He was clearly the first in the pecking order, no one was going to challenge him on that.

"Nope, not going to happen," cried Rayla just when he was about to prop his shiny, congested glans against her entrance. She used Tilor's hold as leverage to land a fierce knee-hit on Edrig's face. The smith's apprentice took the full **** of the blow and was sent spinning away and ending up prone on the stone floor. Rayla was about to extend her leg and kick Tilor too when she was yanked in the air a second time.

Fynn gave her a shake then tossed her upwards a few more times. It wasn't a particularly clever or effective technique, but it was sudden and unexpected, enough to discombobulate Rayla who could only yelp helplessly while she was being juggled in the air.
When Fynn finally stopped, she realized he had changed his grip. His hands were firmly holding her waist and he was trying to blindly guide his cock into her. Not so absurd, given the naturally upright tilt of his shaft when rock-hard.

"No!" cried Ryala when she felt the tip actually prod her entrance after a few off-mark thrusts. She arched her back and bounced her hips backward. It was merely a fluke, a matter of millimeters, that she didn't end up impaling herself with that move.
But, Fynn's knob, engorged with blood, had grown rather large, too large to just slide in like that into the Elf girl's tight and unwanting pussy.

And so it skidded off and slid between her folds harmlessly, sending just a shiver up her spine.
The sex-crazed farmboy made another attempt, but Rayla curled up and stiffened her body in an attempt to make it harder for him to line up his cock again against her unprotected orifice.
She was so engrossed with trying to not get stabbed in that weird cock&pussy fencing game, that she didn't even realize that Edrig was back on his feet...

Out of the blue, he grabbed her neck and slapped her on her face. "Wha-" He slapped her again.
She felt tears form at the corner of her eye. She attempted to push him away with her only free limb, hitting his side, but this time he was quick enough to grab her leg under the knee and moved in between her thighs.

Tilor too, who still kept her left leg spread open, took a step closer. Rayla tried with all her strength to close her thighs but it was impossible at that point. The two boys, cock in hand, got even closer, each one apparently blind to the presence of the other. Rayla wriggled, but now that both her legs were blocked, she could move even less. "Get away from me!"
Neither of the two gave the impression to be able to hear her.

There was an awkward moment when they both started tapping their cocks on her mound, then begin prodding the folds of her pussy, each one determined to be the first to take her.
Rayla felt the unreasonable pressure trying to disclose her. It was too much.
"Ghh-hnn, stop it! They won't fit! You can't put it in both at the same time, you insensitive bampots," she cried while the two kept digging her rubbing her slit in trying to squeeze in their eager cockheads.

It was merely because of this mindless approach of her assailants that Rayla managed to keep her womanhood unravished for the time being. Eventually, Edrig and Tilor paused. It appeared they were struggling to understand what was wrong, their mind was too weak even for that kind of reasoning. Seeing an opportunity, Rayla began twitching frantically in an attempt to back away. At first, she barely noticed that she could move a little more freely.

What she did notice though, was a couple of fingers first exploring her undercarriage and then beginning to prod her nether lips.
"Fynn, stop!" She attempted to look over her back. "What are you... hnng!"
She was unable to complete the sentence as the farmboy had already jammed the whole length of his sizeable manhood right into her unprepared pussy, effectively pushing all the air out of her lungs.

Once it was in, Fynn was quick to take firm hold of her waist again, and right away began jerking her up and down at a pace his soft, chubby, body didn't look able to either generate or sustain. Rayla was shocked and overwhelmed. It was like having being thrown into a pool of ice-cold water. For a little while, she just yelped and gasped, unable to stop what was being done to her. The burning pain of her pussy being suddenly stretched open subsided quickly, she was a fighter after all, and left its place to another kind of burning feeling.
That of defeat and humiliation.

She had lost, to three Human simpletons. They weren't even skilled warriors or renowned knights. And it wasn't even the fact she was being fucked by them. She was no virgin, after all, and she really didn't care for those kinds of things, like being defiled and such, Moonshadow Elves were generally pretty open about sex. It was the fact they were doing it against her will. She had said no. Big, hot, tears began rolling down her cheeks as Fynn's cock stirred her insides at his own leisure.

Rayla tried to wriggle and twist, but she immediately realized that struggling only made it worse now that he was inside.
In front of her, Edrig and Tilor gawked vacantly, waiting for their turn. They still held her legs one each, and they stroked their cocks, rubbing the tip against the sweaty skink of thighs. It didn't look like they needed much more to come.
Anyway, it took Fynn very little to eventually release his load into her. She felt its warmth flood her womb.

"Get pregnant, Rayla," he uttered next to her ear as he gave her pussy the last few pumps.
The Elf girl flared up. She wasn't even thinking about that... She couldn't get pregnant from him, right? That would have been really bad, like... really, really bad.
She wasn't ready to be a mother. And even if she were, she surely didn't want a fat, bumbling Human boy she barely knew to be the father.

They had discussed the matter with Callum a few times because he wanted to come inside and she didn't let him. For a while he got really insistent about it. All the information he had found in his books pointed towards a reliable no, but Rayla still didn't want to risk.
Fortunately, she had gotten very good at giving head in the meanwhile...

"Aahh, wait, N-No, let me rest for a minute... I n-nghh!"
Fynn had barely slipped out of her pussy that Edrig had already pushed Tilor aside and stuffed his own banana-shaped cock into it.
It slid in a lot more easily this time around, so Rayla didn't feel any physical pain, but an uncomfortable shiver run along her spine. She was still too tender from Fynn's ****.

Edrig quickly pulled her leg over his shoulder leaving the other down and began stuffing her with a speed even greater than Fynn.
Fwap-Fwap-Fwap
Rayla gritted her teeth and sniffled, cheeks red and wet with tears. She didn't want to make a sound, she didn't want to give them the slightest satisfaction, but the fact was she was feeling something.

It wasn't just Fynn's cum in there, she was sopping wet. This situation had just triggered something inside of her mind she couldn't quite comprehend.
She was so confused, she had always loved to fight, and sometimes she had noticed how a good head-to-head one on one could get her all worked up and tingly down there. Callum had benefitted from this more than once when she was staying at the Castle and used to spar with his aunt - damn that woman, she was good - and Rayla had always thought it was just the effect of the blood pumping that made her hot, but this was completely different.

As Edrig rammed the whole length of his cock into her, she could feel her body react in a way she really didn't expect or want to. She wasn't used to being roughed up like that in bed, it wasn't something that she would normally like. She hated it, in fact. Or so she thought...
But now her whole body had suddenly become very sensitive. It like was her skin was on fire. And even Edrig roughly kneading her breasts and touching her everywhere with his dirty hands seemed to only add to her arousal.

Plus, that odd-looking, curved, shape made it so that the tip of his cock kept constantly grinding a very unusual spot of her pussy, somewhere behind her pubic mound. And that wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as she expected it to be.
On the contrary, Rayla had to bite her lips to not let out a single moan as her insides were being stimulated in places she had no idea could be so sensitive. She was at her limit.

The aim of Edrig's frenzied stare kept switching between her lips, her breasts, and her pussy. "Get pregnant," he grunted suddenly.
Rayla's eyes snapped wide open when she felt the hot spray splatter the inner walls of her womb. At that point, something inside her mind that was still stubbornly reeling was completely flipped over.
Her whole body stiffened, her toes curled and her pussy clenched around the boy's shaft as it pumped the rest of his thick, warm load deep inside of her belly.