The wereboar makes Emmaline its first victim

Emmaline had her eyes shut, she hoped that the beast would just get it over with. She prepared for the wet snout and the intrusions it would make but they did not come. She was instead met with calloused hands lifting her up. She opened her eyes to see that she being carried toward the wall. The boar rested her against it, and she was half grateful to be off the cum-rag of a floor, but her legs were too weak to hold her. She was nearly collapsing and had to be supported by the wereboar's hands on either side of her chest. When he moved them, she instead she fell foreword into the beasts chest.

After her nightmarish recent experiences, Emmaline felt the closest thing to human contact that she could remember. Her mind was blank after her treatment from the Gnolls and finally, she hoped, she could relax. The boar's arms moved down to hold her by her rear, and finally weightless Emmaline wrapped her arms and a leg around her assailant. She felt unusual about taking comfort in something so disgusting, yet was largely unbothered; it was far more important for her to have contact right now.

She looked over the boar's shoulder. The chained girls looked envious, but Fuu's face was blank. If only Emmaline thought, if only she'd get the affection she needs. Finally Emmaline relaxed and sunk her body. She was abruptly stopped when she felt the boar's shaft. It was slick and sent shivers across her body. Moments ago she'd have been disgusted, but now she felt excited to feel something so much more desirable than Gnoll flesh.

Emmaline rubbed along the shaft, with little thrusts. She managed to rock on the spot in a way that hit her clit just faintly enough, and let out frantic shallow breaths as she worked her hips on the shaft. If anyone had seen her now, the once pristine noble now naked and desperately trying to get off on a monster's cock, wishing that the boar would just put it in...

With Emmaline teetering on the edge, the boar finally pulled away from her. It shifted, then paused with the head of its penis pushed into her opening- -refusing to giver her the satisfaction of penetration until she slowly opened her eyes, and saw all eyes in the room on her. Her face could only redden further, she tried to say something-- anything, but instead a needy moan escaped her lips.

Held in suspense for too long, she finally felt her lover sink in. Slowly, but with power and conviction, the wereboar filled Emmaline with his tip, the **** of it pushed her back against the wet stone walls. Emmaline was shaken by the cold on her back and the heat coming off of the wereboar in front of her. She knew that she was powerless now to whatever his whims happened to be, but still tried to stretch her thighs wider to help. The slowness of his first thrust left her mind blank and for what felt like an eternity he filled her.

Emmaline felt numb as her senses failed her, she couldn't hear her own guttural moans but was faintly aware that she was making them. She lost awareness of everything, that is, but how acutely sensitive she was to each and every millimeter that the boar pushed further into her. Her muscles were completely relaxed so that she could allow him in. Emmaline had not forgotten how wide he was, and could feel him now on every one of her walls. She was being used and didn't need to worry about moving.

It came naturally to respond to boar as he slowly pulled out, and then pushed on further, reaching deeper. Finally, he seemed content with the depth he had made. Not even the first third was inside of Emmaline yet she knew there was no way that any more would fit. She felt full in the most satisfying way, and nearly delirious. The boar made sure to snap her out of it with a harsh snap back as he fully withdrew. Emmaline gasped. He had found just as deep as he wanted, but no where near as fast. He began at once to thrust in and out, getting faster each time.

The creature drove Emmaline back with each thrust, and she responded like a ragdoll. She tried her hardest to move in return but was completely outmatched. She was thrust aside with each stroke. Emmaline was finally calmed when he found his rythm; it matched so perfectly with hers that she knew he must have been doing it on purpose. The sharp tingle she was feeling now grew to a point of constant pleasure.

Emmaline tried to tense up, to squeeze and work the monsters length. As she exerted herself her moans grew louder until she was hit with a lasting wave of euphoria, spreading outward as each thrust filled her with new sensations. She wanted to scream but her voice failed her. She tightened and relaxed until she blacked out.

In total darkness she felt the comforting sensation of the boars thrusts, and soon opened her eyes with a clear mind. He was aware of her recovery, Emmaline knew, becausse he finally began slow down. His penis expanded as he came in Emmaline. She felt calmed by the cum, it was warm as it dribbled out of her- it was so much better than the filthy Gnolls. Emmaline latched on as the boar withdrew, she would have loved to stay with him but how selfish that would be to not let any of her friends feel this way. She let out a fading drunken giggle as the boar climbed off of her.