Vignette - a flaming tryst
A short story for dracenmarx on FA.
Based on some upcoming artwork, I think.
Vignette - a flaming tryst
Lewis shoved his hand against the struggling rabbit's chest, knocking her back onto the hard-packed path.
"Stay still, bitch. You keep fighting me, and I'll chop that pretty head of your off!"
The burst of strength she had faded out, allowing Lewis to start shoving his throbbing lizardhood into her unwilling folds again. Around him, the roar of flames and shouts of terror filled the night. His unit had been dispatched to deal with the growing unrest in the peasant villages, and he could hear them having the same fun as he was. All around him, screams of women (and men) ripped through the fire-lit village.
"You wear nothing under your dress, but don't even invite me inside you? Fucking tease. No wonder your village needs to be wiped out"
Her hands went to her face, sobs racking her body again. The warrior lizard grinned evilly, his hands moving to her breasts and enjoying the feel of the soft mounds through the blood-soaked suede of his gloves. Noticing the way she bounced every time he hilted in her. How her pleading and switched from "please stop" to "please don't kill me". Her earlier struggles had left her torn, the blood helping his hard dick to glide in and out as he mounted her lustily. Soon, he was cumming deep inside her. He grunted in pleasure, pushing as deep as he could, hands moving to slap the thighs that were spread around his waist as his dick spurted waves of cum deep inside her abused vagina.
"Aahhh... yes, you're one tight fuck. Well... you were at least. Don't think your husband would want to use you now - not that he's alive. Tell you what, how about I clean you up a bit?"
The rabbit flinched and curled onto her back as the lizard dismounted her and stood up. Soon, she felt a wetness spread over her back. Was he... was he dousing her in water?
Then the smell reached her nose - torch oil?
Her back erupted in a wave of heat before she could comprehend what was happening. Soon, her hair and skin was burning as the flames spread over her.
Lewis laughed as the flames from his torch lit his latest victim on fire. She rolled, and screamed, doing everything she could to put out the flames - but he could already smell burning flesh. She managed to extinguish most of them and regain her feet, running away from her torturer - for a while. Then, she was kicked to the ground by the lizard, his stride and stamina making it easy to keep up with her. More oil was thrown over her, and the torch set it burning again.
She failed to rise a third time, the flames burning out as the oil was used up. But by then, she was barely able to move. The bones in her arms showed through the blackened flesh, her efforts to protect her face pitiful. All the fur was gone from her head by now. But Lewis could see she still squirmed and drew breath. The warrior took hold of one of her long powerful feet and pulled her towards a burning barn, the hay stores inside making it an inferno of smoke and flame. Spinning the body around, he flung it into the fire. He could just make out those legs kicking beneath the near blinding light from the flames. Then they curled up around their owner, and finally stopped moving.
Breathing a deep, satisfied breath, Lewis looked around for another piece of fun. But by now, he was alone in the village. Every building was already blazing away, and most of his troop had retreated into the night. A frown passed over his face as he realised the hunt was over.
Dawn lit the land dully, the smoke-filled air making the autumn seem darker than it should. Lewis dressed and exited his tent. All around him, he could see his men at ease. Moral was always highest after a night full of... recreational activities. He gazed over to where the village had been, a few stone walls still standing with blackened wooden beams inside them. A few bodies lying in the sun, most of the flesh blackened or burned away. It was a sight that made the lizard's chest swell with pride. A proper sight of a battle well won. The tastes of war, and smells of victory.