You know what you’re supposed to do. You’re supposed to give in. You’re supposed to wrap your lips around the kobold cock in front of you and start to suck the ratman off. They’ll get a thrill out of making a human submit.
You lean forward, mouth open and inch towards the erect penis.
The beastman is surprised when you headbutt in him the groin. He staggers backwards, falling to the ground and lets out a grunt.
Even as you yank leftwards with all your strength, beginning to pull another one of your captors down into the dust the rest of the warrior pack dive onto you.
You land another punch, briefly knocking one out of the skirmish even as they manage to rip the laces of your leather armour. You kick out, connecting again, as two sets of claws shred your adventuring trousers. You’re hurting them but you’re losing the fight.
It’s the biggest of the kobolds, the one you headbutted in the groin, that they drag you over when enough of your clothing has been ripped off. Kobolds wrestle with your legs, pulling them apart as they push you down on your hands and knees on top of the erect warrior.
Your virginity is lost under a pile of kobolds. “Mine,” grunts the warrior below you even as his pack-mates force your hips downwards, spearing your pussy lips onto the awaiting animal-man cock.
It feels much larger than it looked. The kobold bucks his thighs up from the ground, thrusting into you with its flat angled cock. The pain passes fairly quickly. Soon the scarred kobold with the tight grip of your right arm is causing you more pain than the one the pack is forcing you to fuck.
Soon, as much as you don’t want to admit it, the sensation of the cock thrusting up and down inside you starts to feel good.
The rest of the pack, the other kobolds, aren’t forcing your body up and down any more. One still has a tight grip of your arm but you’re now thrusting and churning against the fur-lined beast at your own pace, your own momentum and – to a degree – your own free will. You’re not quite sure when they let go, when you took over, or even when you started to enjoy it... but you are.
As the elderly kobold in the headdress watches the other kobolds, dicks erect, start to circle you. The ratman below you groans in pleasure, his sharp teeth gnashing as his face contorts with the ecstasy you’re bringing to him. |