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Re: Ralspot - Bunny Breeding Ritual Game
"Huh-wha-aaaaaggh!" Lylia grunted as she felt Edgar's hand on her wrist. She lost her balance, her other leg already risen, and tumbled forward face first. "Ooof!"
The wind passed from her lungs as she hit the dirt, not falling quite cleanly as her head cracked painfully against the hard dirt. Her vision was spotty for a few seconds, and that proved a few seconds too long as Edgar pounded atop her. Lylia's legs moved in sudden panic, and for a few seconds she thrashed wildly, trying to kick at anything that felt soft enough to hurt in a desperate effort to get away.
It was all for naught, unfortunately, and after only a moment he caught one and lifted it over her shoulder. "Nnn, no! Stop!" she grunted desperately, but it didn't seem to dissuade the much stronger male in the slightest. Her lower clothes, what little they were, were torn away, revealing her finely sculpted rump and the delicate slit between her legs. Her position made her sex perfectly vulnerable, and even the revulsion at the prospect and her continued feeble struggles didn't prevent Edgar from easily lining himself up.
"No! Please!" she begged, "I don't... Want to be your woman!" Again, however, no amount of pleading would save her. She felt him begin to enter her, tears welling up in her eyes, pain and a bit of pleasure rising from her delicates causing her entire frame to tense lightly. What little strength she had weakened, lest he truly ravish her uncaring for the damage he might cause her youthful body, untouched at that point by any hand but her own despite the foul and insidious spread by (Inna) some.
Even despite her mind's desires, however, Lylia's own voidic nature quickly caught up with her. This was Ralspot, the most important game of her people, and it was indeed a contest that spoke to their very nature. Edgar was strong, and would give her strong and worthy children, and like it or not her body was willing to provide him just that. Her natural secretions increasingly lubricated their union, allowing him to jab his ever deeper into her with ever rising force and ferocity. After a few moments he drew her first moans of pleasure from her, little more than tiny gasps and grunts as some part of her continued her struggle to deny this, but her physical fight was ended and he took the opportunity to change positions so that he could truly rut her.
Bent over, her arms tugged over her head and her body raised, Lylia could only tense up as her body attempted to and receive him. As he rutted her harder, however, she found something changing inside of her, something causing her honey to truly flow as his plunging length plowed her waiting depths over and over and over. After a few moments, flame welled up inside of her, and Lylia's eyes widened as the pleasure suddenly became overwhelming. Her entire frame began to shake wildly, and her hips actually began to roll back into Edgar's thrusts as moans erupted from her throat.
She had gone into heat, signaled first by her sudden change in demeanor and more subtly by the two small twinges she felt, one on either side of her abdomen as her body primed itself to receive his seed for the first of what might be many times. Edgar found himself able to truly rut her then, a fertile and willing doe bent to his will, and when his seed finally fountained into her Lylia her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her inner walls clamping around him tightly and trying to work every drop he had to give into herself.
When he released her, Lylia simply collapsed, panting heavily with her eyes shut tightly. She could feel his warmth running down her legs, out of her freshly used cunny, but already it was doing its work inside of her surely, giving her the first of his children... The first of many of his children that she would surely have. Would it really be so bad?
(There is a smut here.)
"Huh-wha-aaaaaggh!" Lylia grunted as she felt Edgar's hand on her wrist. She lost her balance, her other leg already risen, and tumbled forward face first. "Ooof!"
The wind passed from her lungs as she hit the dirt, not falling quite cleanly as her head cracked painfully against the hard dirt. Her vision was spotty for a few seconds, and that proved a few seconds too long as Edgar pounded atop her. Lylia's legs moved in sudden panic, and for a few seconds she thrashed wildly, trying to kick at anything that felt soft enough to hurt in a desperate effort to get away.
It was all for naught, unfortunately, and after only a moment he caught one and lifted it over her shoulder. "Nnn, no! Stop!" she grunted desperately, but it didn't seem to dissuade the much stronger male in the slightest. Her lower clothes, what little they were, were torn away, revealing her finely sculpted rump and the delicate slit between her legs. Her position made her sex perfectly vulnerable, and even the revulsion at the prospect and her continued feeble struggles didn't prevent Edgar from easily lining himself up.
"No! Please!" she begged, "I don't... Want to be your woman!" Again, however, no amount of pleading would save her. She felt him begin to enter her, tears welling up in her eyes, pain and a bit of pleasure rising from her delicates causing her entire frame to tense lightly. What little strength she had weakened, lest he truly ravish her uncaring for the damage he might cause her youthful body, untouched at that point by any hand but her own despite the foul and insidious spread by (Inna) some.
Even despite her mind's desires, however, Lylia's own voidic nature quickly caught up with her. This was Ralspot, the most important game of her people, and it was indeed a contest that spoke to their very nature. Edgar was strong, and would give her strong and worthy children, and like it or not her body was willing to provide him just that. Her natural secretions increasingly lubricated their union, allowing him to jab his ever deeper into her with ever rising force and ferocity. After a few moments he drew her first moans of pleasure from her, little more than tiny gasps and grunts as some part of her continued her struggle to deny this, but her physical fight was ended and he took the opportunity to change positions so that he could truly rut her.
Bent over, her arms tugged over her head and her body raised, Lylia could only tense up as her body attempted to and receive him. As he rutted her harder, however, she found something changing inside of her, something causing her honey to truly flow as his plunging length plowed her waiting depths over and over and over. After a few moments, flame welled up inside of her, and Lylia's eyes widened as the pleasure suddenly became overwhelming. Her entire frame began to shake wildly, and her hips actually began to roll back into Edgar's thrusts as moans erupted from her throat.
She had gone into heat, signaled first by her sudden change in demeanor and more subtly by the two small twinges she felt, one on either side of her abdomen as her body primed itself to receive his seed for the first of what might be many times. Edgar found himself able to truly rut her then, a fertile and willing doe bent to his will, and when his seed finally fountained into her Lylia her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her inner walls clamping around him tightly and trying to work every drop he had to give into herself.
When he released her, Lylia simply collapsed, panting heavily with her eyes shut tightly. She could feel his warmth running down her legs, out of her freshly used cunny, but already it was doing its work inside of her surely, giving her the first of his children... The first of many of his children that she would surely have. Would it really be so bad?
(There is a smut here.)