Re: Fleeing Fate (Takimaru)
Elysia smiled faintly to herself at Alaric's gracious hospitality. While she was still feeling her way around him, so to speak, the general impression that she got from the able-bodied host only grew more positive from his parting statement. She had truly gotten lucky with this one, she thought to herself. After all, she was hungry, and he fed her without a second thought; she was tired, and he had no qualms about sharing his bed. As if that wasn't enough, he was a beast of a man with in terms of physical stature, and this reassured her that she would at least have a decent ally with which to take on Typhon, if the arrogant huntsman had the nerve to come looking for her. Even if the smith's generally cold demeanor was discouraging to Elysia, at least as far as her long-winded rants went, it did add a certain mystique to him that she found somehow charming. When the woman had snuggled into the blankets comfortably, she had to keep herself from getting too carried away with that thought, and instead let the fatigue take over, putting the day's previous concerns to rest.
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Roused into consciousness with a somewhat delayed response after the thunderclap shook her sleeping frame, Elysia slowly lifted her heavy eyelids to see the vague form of a husky, tall man standing at bedside. Weakly, she managed a tiny smile, figuring it would be Alaric returning from whatever task he had ventured out to do, but this expression quickly turned to one of panic as none other than Typhon forced the drug-soaked cloth over her face. "
Mmff...!!!"
Instinctively, she gasped for air, but such an action would prove foolish, as it only served to accelerate her system's absorption of the compound's effects. The sweet aroma permeated her senses, accompanied by the powerful influence of what seemed to be an aphrodisiac of sorts. Elysia could do little other than thrash weakly and let out a muffled squeal as the hunter held her down, though he easily overpowered her, and at this point it was far too late. She could already feel her body exhibiting clear signs of arousal, nipples hardening with the areolas about them crinkling, as was typical of many well-endowed women like herself, and her natural wetness trickling down from between the seamstress's swollen lower lips to dampen her panties. Whatever Typhon used was probably meant to prime her for what would come, and even Elysia could guess as much as to what his plans were in this case.
As the tailoress was hastily forced to her feet by the vile hunter, her shocked look had remained, if not escalated, upon seeing the group of men filtering into the room. Many of them were faces she recognized, as her village was a fairly small community. As such, being left exposed and vulnerable like this for them to ogle was something that Laerwick's most accomplished dressmaker had not prepared herself for. When Typhon and the farmhand began bickering, she interrupted, saying, "
W-Wait! All of you can't seriously believe that I'm actually the proper host to this... avatar!? This is insane! Uhnnnfff..." While it wasn't likely to work, she had hoped, deep inside, that an appeal to reason would have an effect on at least one or two of the men in the party. But such words fell on deaf ears, and Elysia's heart sank after still seeing that the only one with an actual objection did so in favor of the village elder, a man who was just as bad as Typhon himself in many ways.
She squeezed her thighs together instinctively, also wanting to cover up down below but ultimately decided against it, as placing a hand near her nether regions would make the temptation to start pleasing herself far too difficult to resist, given her incredibly lustful state thanks to the mysterious drug. She had thought about running, but feeling her shaky knees beneath her, the tailoress knew that such an attempt would only end in more injury to herself. Biting her lower lip, she did her best to stifle a soft moan as Typhon eagerly ran his hands up and down her lovely form. Elysia was overcome with a strong feeling of disgust, matched only by her steadily soaring libido, which soon rose past the initial wave of repulsion, leaving her utterly helpless to the smug huntsman's lewd advances. Predictably, the lecherous alpha male wouldn't stop at just feeling her up, and when he tore her bra off, revealing her ample mounds and rock-hard nipples for all to see, a deep blush worked its way over her cheeks, and she looked away in embarrassment. "
Please, don't..."
When his hand settled between her legs, Elysia winced, trying her best to remain upright as her juices soaked through the thin fabric of her underwear and coated the stud's rapidly moving digits. For her body, it was utterly relieving in its own way to have her womanhood paid the physical attention it yearned for, but to have a man like Typhon be the source of all this made her sick to her stomach. Here she was, lubing his fingers up involuntarily, yet unable to do a whole lot about it, given her current situation. A whimper escaped from between her lips, and the sight of her somewhat reluctant, though visibly aroused face, would likely serve as reason to further stiffen the gang's raging erections. "
Mmmff... Ah!"
Any trace of defiance at this point left in Elysia's current state of mind was now reduced to a deep-seated feeling of shame, for when the powerful brute hoisted her up in his arms and carried her to the worktable, then threw her upon it and spread her legs to illustrate how eager he was to have his way with her, she couldn't help but notice her own physical indicators of sexual arousal. Her sensitive, pink nubs were protruding, as if begging for attention, while the skin upon her chest and other parts of her body carried a telltale flush. On top of all that, the girl's flower was now saturated in her own secretions, glistening faintly in the dim firelight. Though she was certainly not prepared to be taken in such a manner by her nemesis, apparently her body was, and her warm, slick folds quickly enveloped his intruding member as he eagerly penetrated her, the seamstress's natural tightness seeming to welcome her fervent violator's most sensitive organ to a sea of bliss. She could almost feel the details of his manhood with how snugly her inner walls were hugging it, due to her heightened sensitivity from the drug he gave her earlier. "
A-Ah... Hnnn!"
As he proceeded to ravage her, Elysia began to cry out in time with his thrusts, making the most sexy noises that the group of villagers had ever heard from her, perhaps even in their own private fantasies. She loathed this boorish man, often a drunk and a pompous womanizer, but here she was now, subject to fulfilling his every desire. When Typhon grabbed her bosom, the pale beauty shivered, honestly frightened as she knew that anything he did to her would be enjoyed and responded to in kind by her utterly aroused body. Her soft, fleshy breasts bounced back and forth freely, though one of them was held in place by the man fucking her roughly, its very tip like a tiny pebble between his fingers. As he continued to plumb her depths, Elysia yelped helplessly, at first reaching for his shoulder to push him off, but only ended up gripping it instead, digging her fingernails into his skin to brace herself from the repeated impact of his hips slapping against hers mercilessly. While Elysia didn't seek to do such a thing consciously, she also arched her back slightly, her body moving on its own to get the man's cock to hit her more sensitive areas within. Even though she was grimacing and whimpering, trying not to look directly at Typhon's perverse expression, from the outside, it almost looked as if she was actually cooperating, with the way her frame was writhing and shifting about. The sights and sounds of the beautiful tailoress being bred by the haughty trapper would no doubt serve to bolster the already high libido of the squad of men waiting their turn to have their way with her. "
Kyah! Ah! Aah, ah, aahnn, nnhaah... Ooh! Nnngh... Auuh! Ahh!"
While the huntsman was living out his long-awaited fantasy on the stunning artisan, one of the others who apparently couldn't wait any longer would not be noticed by the now moaning Elysia, that is, until he pressed his member against her cheek. She kept her lips taut at first, but such attempts would be thwarted by Typhon's sudden increase in speed, causing the busty dressmaker's mouth to open on its own from another one of her loud cries--and affording the newcomer an opportunity to force himself in if he so wished. If he did, all too likely given his early drive to actually come to her in the first place, Elysia would meekly close her lips around the man's girth, hoping to at least muffle some of the sounds she was making. After all, biting down on him wouldn't get her anywhere with Typhon, who was just as likely to take his frustration out on her in different ways, or to not even care about his cohort's problem. She was truly at his mercy now, her voice resonating through the rod of the man thrusting into her mouth, providing a sensation most curious for him, yet pleasurable nonetheless. "
Mmmmff! Mmmff... MMMMM!!"
The village seamstress could do little else at this point besides serve as a stress relief toy for these two ruffians, wrapping one man in the comfort of her mouth while Typhon pistoned away at her sopping crevice. Judging from his now burdened breathing, amongst the other typical signs now being exhibited from the grunting huntsman, Elysia could tell that he was about to cum, and the reality of the situation hit the ravaged beauty, as it was likely that this depraved man could actually end up impregnating her if he were to let it all out inside. However, her body as it was still in no shape to push him off, so she could only begin to plead to him, releasing the other man's cock from between her lips as she did so. "
N-No... please don't... Anywhere but inside!"
