The party was decimated. Aura Whitewind beheld the onslaught helplessly. Though an elf with formidable powers over nature and the healing arts, she could not prevent her brethren from being cut down by the cunning ambush laid for them. Their foes came from the earth itself, springing from ancient tunnels beneath their very feet. Lizardmen, a whole raiding party bent on loot and glory.
The pitched battle ended almost as soon as it began for Aura. While she stood back and prepared to rejuvenate her failing allies, a blow to the back of her fair head darkened the world for her. The next thing she knew, the young elf was being dragged by her ankles into the darkness of the Lizardmen tunnels.
Struggle could not assist her. She could not free herself from the iron grip of her inhuman captor. One glance at the beasts face made her gasp in horror. Lizardmen were hulking brutes, a mad mix between dragon and human. Its strong arms bulged with muscles and long fingers ended in cruel claws. Its defined torso resembled that of a blacksmiths, yet covered in yellowy scales to contrast the green about its back and thick tail. And its head nigh crocodilian, with great yellow eyes glowing in the darkness above a great maw lined with sharp teeth. The bestial eyes already preyed on the pale elfish's luscious body.
Aura winced. The frail tunic beneath couldn't protect her from the rocky soil beneath, nor the monster's savage intent. When it stopped she found herself laid on a crude mat - the Lizardman's camp. This one must have been an opportunist, preying on the outskirts of the raiding party's victories. His loot was his own. And his prize tonight? A young, fertile elf.
Without delay or thought of courting her, the Lizardman spread her legs and slashed open her thin tunic. Aura's ageless breasts were nonetheless young for an elf, and inexperienced with the touch of a man. The reptile's grip gave no mercy to them. Claws made for rending flesh scratched her sensitive globes, and the lizard's forked tongue lashed her gasping lips. He tested his prize - smelling her floral scent, tasting her feminine flesh, and realized that he had caught an elf worth a hundred human smoothskins. This one the beast would not sell to slavers, oh no. This one would become his personal clutch-bearer.
To Aura's horror, she saw in the torchlight the beast spread her legs wide and rear up. His crimson malehood emerged. Scales moved back and released its terrible phallus, red as blood and etched in veins that pulsed with virility. There was hardly anything human about the cock. The head tapered to a point at its tip while the shaft swelled with great lumps and spheres as a snake that had swallowed several meals. Countless throbbing vessels clasped each bulbous mound, toughening soft flesh to stony hardness. In moments the beastly member swelled to its full size, dwarfing any cock the elf had ever seen.
No escape nor rescue would come for Aura now. Her allies defeated, she could hear their own defilement echoing down the tunnels. They were fucking them, breeding them. Soon her male companions would become labor slaves set about digging their empire's tunnels, and her sisters in combat would be bred into broodmothers for the draconian hordes.
Her own mating came swiftly. Begging the brute for mercy yielded nothing but encourage the inhuman warrior. The Lizardman's cock dragged against her thigh, spitting precum hot as a just-cooked soup against her thighs and belly. Grasping her torn tunic, the draconian brute ripped it down to her crotch. The fair hair, curling like golden threads about her mound, sent the beast into rut at the mere sight and scent of it. The beast growled as its tip grazed her slit, painting her folds with slick reptilian slime.
Though Aura screamed and flared her magical energies, it only encouraged her scaled mate to thrust into her. The moment the tapered cockhead found her elfish hole, it thrust in. Only a finger's length pressed in and Aura felt totally filled. She screamed as the rest bore into her immortal sex. The lizard's thick tongue snaked into her mouth, silencing her wails as it forced the first of its bulbous shaft-spheres into her. Inside her creaming cunt, the veins and knots of her unwanted mate pulsed, throbbed, and pumped more and more blood into his overwhelming organ. Another sphere disappeared into her, and then another, its thrust a long slow advance to knot his elvish bitch.
And then, it began to fuck her. So much like a man's motions, his hips papped against hers in a steady, deepening pace. But so much unlike any man's, his scales ran smooth along her inner thighs on the stroke, and caught on her sensitive skin on its withdraw as if to punish the woman for ever wanting him to pull out. A hard barrier struck her pussy lips then, and staring down she saw what it was - the largest sphere resting at the base of its member. It was the Lizardman's knot, large as a man's fist, ramming against her tight opening. There was no way it would fit inside her without ruining her tight sex forever.
