Maybe it wasn't her place to have wandered into the Badlands severely under equipped. But even this was better than a forced marriage with that horrid Klenn. She laid there naked, shivering on the cold, damp moss. Water dripped rhythmically from the stalactites hanging on the high cavern ceiling. Whoever her captor was, they had her hidden away far from civilization and deep inside of a labyrinthine cave. It was pitch dark, and Lyra had nowhere else to go. She was stuck, and left with only a glimmer of hope that she may be able to escape.
Shaking, she pulled herself up from the floor. She reached awkwardly out into the vast darkness. When her right hand grazed against the smooth stone wall, she quickly stumbled along the cave, her footsteps pattering lightly in the echoey abyss.
She had been walking for a few minutes before she heard a growl. She froze where she stood. It sounded terrifyingly close. Lyra cautiously took another step. Again, the heart-trembling growl pierced the frigid air. She gulped. She had no idea where the beast was, but it clearly knew exactly where she stood. Taking a deep breath, she dared to take another step.
The beast leapt to action, pinning her down on the wet floor with a dizzying slam. Lyra screamed in terror and pain, but it melted away into the dark cave. The growl was directly in her ear now as the beast snorted its moist breath down her neck. She could smell its distinct musky odor in the air. Now, there was no hope of escaping.
A large set of furry arms scooped Lyra up from the ground. She pounded away at the thick limbs that were carrying her away further into the darkness. It seemed like it made no difference as the beast charged forward without hesitation. She was thrown onto the floor once again, this time met with the soft moss of her original position. She was face-down right back to where she started! But this time, there was a terrible creature growling behind her. Lyra sobbed as the creature inched ever closer.
Its huge claws grazed her sensitive sides and stomach. They roughly grabbed her full, perky tits, giving them a stimulating squeeze. She gasped as her breasts were pressed and kneaded by the beast's massive paws. One paw slid down her body towards her nether regions, making Lyra shiver from the sensation. A single smooth claw glided over her pea-sized clit, causing her to gasp. She had never been touched there before. Her family had always stressed the importance of staying a pure virgin to appease her future husband. She always hated those talks, but had no choice but to obey. Here in this cave, however, there was no one to stop the beast from pleasuring her sensitive rose.
Lyra bit her lip to avoid making any humiliating sounds as the beast swirled her now-swollen clit with a surprising gentleness. She had never felt something so pleasurable before in her young life. She could feel a new wetness swelling forth from deep in her lower body. Her slit tingled and glowed with a foreign, yet deliciously wonderful warmth.
The beast's head moved away from Lyra's neck, leaving a new coldness in its place. She shivered as her neck and shoulder were left exposed. Her shivering was quickly replaced with a shock of alarm as she felt the beast's heated tongue scrape against her folds, hitting every inch and crease of her soaked slit. She let out a stifled moan as the dexterous tongue stimulated her. The growing pleasure in her body increased as it worked her into a lustful frenzy. One paw pushed her back easily onto the ground while the other forced her slender legs apart, giving her assailant greater access to her pussy. Lyra laid there, her round ass high in the air, attempting to hide her mounting pleasure with the beast's snout burying into her dripping cunt.
Lyra began to pant heavily as the pleasure within her became unbearable. It was just too much to hold in; she felt like she was about to burst. Finally, with a masterful flick of the beast's encouraging tongue, she was sent over the edge. Lyra cried out with a mixture of horror and glee as her whole body tensed with a new, overwhelming pleasure. It came in waves, crashing over her small body over and over again. Slowly, the pleasure ebbed away, leaving her exhausted and breathing heavily as the beast stopped its relentless licking. Immediately, Lyra felt guilty. But at the same time, she had never felt more alive.
