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"Do you have a beau back at the castle? Some man you admire and wished you'd acted on before sharing a bed with me?" Ranulf asked. His eyes glinted with cruelty. He ran a hand along Elaine's scaly blue cheek, uncaring that his fingers smeared through lines of his own cum.

"No," Elaine snarled. "But I would have rather lost my virginity to that slob, the Earl of Oakmounte. The Sun saw him try often enough."

Ranulf laughed. "For a moment, I'd thought you lost your fire! It seems we still have some ways to go for that. But come now, no man at all caught your eye? No knight, noble, or soldier whom you stared lustfully at as he doffed his armor?"

"No," Elaine repeated flatly.

The wolf casually groped her pussy, this time with his real hand. It strangely felt the same as the magical hand. The connection to him, however, made the violation more tangible.

"Still dry as a desert! Damn. But by the realms, what's magic for if not to help my cock slip into tight, unwilling kobold pussy? Oh, it's going to be useful many, many times tonight."

Elaine shuddered. Her face clenched to hide the wobble of her cheeks. Ranulf didn't deserve to see her weakness.

The fingers writhed over her soft pussy lips. They spread her open again and danced against the delicate pink skin inside. One finger teased at her entrance, taunting. She would soon lose her virginity to this horrible man--humiliation in payback for the many humiliations she had brought to him on the battlefield.

A slow, monotonous chant left Ranulf's muzzle. His eyes narrowed. His other hand drew precise symbols in the air. An ethereal wisp lingered in the trace of his fingers, reminiscent of the magic he had molested her with.

Elaine steeled her will against another intrusion. Was he going to try and take control of her again? She had to be ready.

This time, the sensation emanated up into her crotch from the wizard's fingers. Elaine's pussy tingled with the uncomfortable feeling of having sat for too long in a bad position. The tingle washed up inside her vagina, renewing her urge to vomit. It spread out and over her scales. It covered everywhere, from the tip of her tail to the ends of her horns, even crawling through her mouth.

"What did you do to me? That was... powerful magic," Elaine said. She wanted her words to be more forceful, but they came out as a whimper. Torture terrified her, but she at least understood what it meant. She could even prepare for rape. But what could he do to her with magic? Would he change her into a monster? Remove her ability to speak? Would Thalia even recognize her if she survived this?

"Oh, I only strung a few little spells together," Ranulf said with a cruel grin. He wriggled his finger up into Elaine's vagina. It stung and the motion tugged uncomfortably at her walls, but it slid in with far more ease than his spectral finger had before. "Ahh, that feels just right! The first enchantment is a gift for my little kobold whore. No matter how dry you are, a man will slip inside that tight, pink hole as if you were at least a little wet. Sadly, it doesn't actually make you more wet. It'll feel the same for you as if I hadn't cast the spell at all."

Elaine glowered at him. "What else did you do to me?"

"Tut tut tut, Lady Elaine! That'd ruin the surprise. It's far more fun for you to find out on your own. Or... when the time is right." Ranulf's bushy tail thumped with cruel enthusiasm. The finger inside Elaine's vagina wagged back and forth. Then, using that same finger, Ranulf tugged Elaine towards him.

Even with their size difference, a single finger didn't have enough leverage or strength to move the kobold, but she scooted forward willingly anyway. It wasn't worth the fight. There were a hundred ways he could force her to comply. Her energy was best reserved for enduring this torture rather than fighting against it.

Ranulf's awful canine cock hadn't even begun to shrink back into its sheath. Pearly white cum still streaked the length. It still streaked Elaine's body as well.

The little kobold felt like she was looking down at herself from above as the cock lined up with her pussy lips. Ranulf's finger pulled out of her with a sickly, shivery sensation. The tip of his penis rubbed up and down along her folds.

Wetness blurred Elaine's eyes. She blinked fast and swallowed back the lump in her throat. How dare her body try to cry? Ranulf could force tears from her while fucking her throat. But that wasn't real crying. Crying would be a victory for him. She couldn't show him that weakness.

"Are you a dyke, then?" Ranulf asked. He tugged her pussy lips so wide apart that it her skin pinched and stung. His cock dragged back and forth between her inner labia with a lazy grinding of his hips.

Elaine kept quiet, but her heart beat faster, and the wetness returned to her eyes. No, of course not.

Right?

Was she really? She didn't want to be. Dyke was a cruel word thrown at Elaine by hateful men because she wouldn't suck their disgusting cocks.

Elaine just hadn't found the right man.

Yet, that night spent talking about that love story with Thalia, when she suggested that the handmaiden had been the right choice for the princess... The way Elaine's breath caught, and a wriggly smile spread over her snout? No, that didn't mean anything. Those two characters could just have be right for each other. Some women did love women, but that didn't mean that Elaine did. Oh, Thalia...

"Oh, by the Gods," Ranulf said. A terrible laugh burst out of his muzzle as if he were a cackling hyena rather than a wolf. "No way. No fucking way. Okay, Elaine, you've gotta answer my question. Here. I'll make you! Ten seconds, or I'll use magic to chop off one of Thalia's toes!"

"I don't know!" Elaine said with a strained gasp.

She thought of the way her chest fluttered when she braided Thalia's golden locks. She thought of how she felt like she might cry when Thalia told her how proud she was.

The kobold's whole body had felt hot and tingly after seeing her princess naked in the bath. That's why she found every excuse to avoid bathing with her again. It was so frustrating. Images of the beautiful woman's pert breasts and smooth hips kept springing to her mind when masturbating, even though she desperately tried to picture proper, handsome, muscular knights.

"You don't fucking know?" Ranulf asked. He guided her hips up and nestled his cock tip in her lewdly splayed pussy, right up against her tight entrance. He rubbed her folds. "How about this, then. Have you ever gotten the hots for a man? Kobold, human, beastfolk, any kind."

Despite her rapid blinking, the wetness wouldn't leave Elaine's eyes. A tear spilled down into the mess of cum that clung to the scales on her cheeks. She shook her head.

"And how about a lady, Elaine?"

Elaine hesitated, and then, finally, she nodded. The knot in her throat didn't go away when she swallowed.

"Gods above, I should've known! How the hell didn't I guess? Knight-Banneret Elaine, the so-called fucking Sapphire-General is really just a dyke. You're nothing more than a tomboy girl playing pretend with the boys! No wonder you're so fucking dry. I mean, most kobold girls I rape are dry, but you're a fucking desert. Gods."

Elaine felt hot and hazy. She began to pant as if she'd just run a mile. Her heart pounded. How had she let him find that out? She had kept that secret even from herself.

Ranulf's cock pushed inside of Elaine. Her eyes went wide. Not only was his cock far too large, it hurt. The skin inside her vagina tugged so hard against the shaft that she felt like she would be ripped open.

Elaine gritted her teeth and blinked tears from her eyes. As the initial pain faded, the awful sense of violation rushed back full force. The finger alone had been degrading and awful. The meaty shaft inside of her throbbed. It strained forward against her tight walls. It was so fleshy and warm, but every time it moved inside her, a cold wave of chills splashed up from her stomach.

This time, no cock in Elaine's throat plugged the sounds of her retching. At least whatever spell Ranulf had cast earlier prevented her from truely vomiting. Her gut clenched. Awful sickness warred to escape from her stomach, but it couldn't.

Any clenching, any squeezing or convulsing of her body only served Ranulf's pleasure. Elaine hated it. She heard his moaning. It was so loud. Was that normal, or did he raise his voice just to make it clear how much pleasure he was taking from her suffering?

Every thrust of his cock pounded a new wave of pain and nausea into Elaine. Her retching slowed until she just shook and hugged her arms tight around her belly. She was simply awash with the cold feeling of a terribly upset stomach and the incredible discomfort and violation of a too-large cock raping her dry vagina.

"Oh, come on! You may be a dyke, but it's not that bad. You were built for cock. Not just your cunt, your whole damn species. Fuck, you feel good."

Elaine tried to ignore him, but those jeering words cut through her. A fresh headache caused each one to rattle in her skull.

She wanted to curl up and cry, and she hated herself for it. No... She realized that she was already crying. The tears had just kept coming. They mixed with splotches of semen that clung to her cheeks and then fell from her jawline in long, viscous, pearly droplets.

Hugging her stomach did nothing for the nausea. Elaine cupped her hands over her face. She failed. She'd given Ranulf exactly what he wanted. How could she let herself cry for him? How could she allow him this satisfaction?

Hours before, Elaine would have confidently believed that she could endure rape with proud stoicism. Words and obscene touches couldn't break her down.

"Look, Elaine," Ranulf said with a shit-eating grin stretching his muzzle, "just pretend it's Thalia ramming a cucumber in and out of your cunt. That should do it for a dyke like you, huh? A pretty princess fucking you with a vegetable cock?"

A powerful sob choked Elaine. Her whole body shook with it. She squeezed her cheeks so hard that it hurt. The crashing wave of anguish amplified every violation and abuse of her body.

Ranulf raised a brow. And then, slowly, his muzzle opened, and his cheeks dimpled with a wide grin. His tail thwapped furiously against the bedsheets. He humped happily up into her tight pussy.

"No fucking way," he said. "Elaine! No fucking way."

She sobbed and shook as the cock throbbed inside her body, and the cruel wolf delighted in her suffering.

"No way," Ranulf repeated. Raucous laughter filled the room. "You're in love with Thalia! Oh Gods. That's so fucking rich! Tell me, Elaine! Do you think you have a chance with her? No! Wait, don't answer yet. Even if your princess was another fucking dyke, do you think she'd ever even give you a second look? Okay, now answer!"

The laughter battered against Elaine's head like a hammer. Her headache split her skull.

The most painful part, however, was the sincerity. Unlike his moans, which may have been over-exaggerated and drawn out, the laughter struck like he'd heard a flawlessly timed joke from the court jester. It was so genuine. The thought of Elaine's love ever bearing fruit was a complete and utter joke.

When Elaine and Thalia had bathed together that one time, and Thalia broke all proper conduct of a princess by washing her kobold knight's scales, Elaine had been a breath away from kissing the woman. Her whole body had ignited with warmth and comfort and desire. Thalia's arms were around her. Their faces where so close. It would have been so simple to connect lips to her scaly snout. Could it have worked?

Tears poured down Elaine's cheeks. Another pitiful sob choked her. An embarrassingly vocal whine accompanied it.

"No," Elaine admitted, shaking her head. "No, she would not."

Elaine's words were broken by the steady thrusting of cock into her pussy. How could Ranulf enjoy this? How could he see her suffering and only grow more aroused? His cock throbbed so hard, even more powerfully than when he'd first thrust into her.

"Oh, and why do you think that is?" Ranulf asked eagerly, sneering at her. "Why wouldn't she be interested in a brave and strong knight who has led campaigns against me, your kingdom's greatest threat?"

The canine cock twitched inside her body. A wave of revulsion surged through Elaine. Terrible sadness that shook her. She rode it out, only to find her nausea redoubled afterwards.

How long did sex last? Sometimes it took her an hour to orgasm by her own fingers, even when she allowed her traitorous mind to picture Thalia's naked body instead of male knights. How long had it been?

Elaine sobbed as Ranulf's hips ground up into her body. "Because I am a..." She shook her head. This was a nightmare. Every part of her felt terrible.

"You're a what, Elaine? Why wouldn't your sweet Thalia ever love you back?"

Another sob wracked Elaine's body. Ranulf moaned. Did that feel good for him? That thought was like a dagger to her gut.

"A kobold," she gasped through her sobs. She tasted her own snot as it dribbled from her nose. "Thalia will never love me because I am a kobold."

Crushing despair weighed Elaine down like the first time she ever wore plated armor. It hurt to acknowledge the truth she'd hidden from herself, hidden even beyond the simple fact that she was desperately in love with Thalia. And it was all the worse to admit it to the man mercilessly raping her.

His cock drove in and out of her, tugging her walls as it moved. It didn't hurt quite as much anymore. Natural moisture slicked her walls despite her complete lack of arousal. Of course, pain was the least of many discomforts.

"You're pretty smart for a kobold," Ranulf said with a fresh chuckle. "I would have thought one of you delusional, scaled rodents might believe you had a true chance with her! Of course, even if she overlooked the fact that you were a kobold, do you think she'd be willing to take care of your child?"

Ranulf's words continued to hurt, but the last part shook her. What the hell did he mean by 'her child?' A chill went down her spine. Was he planning to breed her with a male kobold? At least his penis would be smaller. It might not hurt as much as the thick canine cock that continued to thrust into her depths.

"Not smart enough, it seems. Let me rephrase that. Would your sweet princess Thalia even think about raising my bastard son with you?"

Elaine's eyes went wide. The tingling numbness of anxiety spread over her scales.

Suddenly, she was so very aware of every movement of Ranulf's penis inside her. Every little twitch, every thrust dragged along her inner walls and flooded her with revulsion.

Could she get off him? Could she somehow escape? Was there any way she could avoid this fate he'd laid out for her?

Ranulf had Thalia. Shame burned her cheeks as she reminded herself of that fact. She had to endure.

"You enchanted me. I... felt the magic moving inside me," Elaine said as she heaved with a wracking sob.

"There you go! You figured it out!" Ranulf said, grinning. He leaned forward and shoved Elaine down to the cushions. "I'm going to give you my children, Elaine. My progeny will be a service to your filthy kind. Maybe they'll have some sense."

Elaine let herself fall. The blankets were soft, at least. She didn't have to hold herself upright on Ranulf's cock or balance against his hips as they whacked up against her own.

The wolf loomed over top of her. Sitting in his lap had made their size difference almost negligible. Now, he was a colossal monster whose wild, grey fur filled her vision. His eyes shone with predatory arousal. His teeth glittered yellowish white. Drool dripped from his muzzle and splattered into the splotches of cum on her forehead.

He fucked her with a frenzy. His balls slapped her ass. The fur of his sheath scratched and tickled her bruised folds. He was a wild, animalistic force taking her as his own. And that was true in every sense of the word. He would put a child inside her.

Elaine squeezed her hands against her cum-soaked cheeks. She wanted to cover her eyes, but she had enough presence of mind to know that would only incite Ranulf's wrath. Her whole body tingled numbly and her insides ached. She sobbed and sputtered. She would have given away Eaglescreech if it would have gotten the wolf's cock out of her body.

But it kept jamming inside her. Cold, prickling disgust and violation washed over her scales in waves. It never stopped. And above it all, her rapist moaned his pleasure.

A rough, furred hand grabbed one of Elaine's breasts. It rolled her tit around in its palm, then fingered her nipple.

"Beg me not to cum inside you," Ranulf snarled.

"Please!" she sobbed, "Please, no! I'm not ready to be a mother. I don't want children. Please!"

Floodgates burst inside Elaine with a torrent of tears. Was she doing the proper thing and obeying just to protect Thalia? Had she held back her tears for Thalia's sake? Or did she just need an excuse to let loose the pathetic desperation she hated herself for feeling?

The wolf leaned in, furred snout right up to her ear hole. He breathed out, "Too bad." Then, he laughed.

Ranulf battered his hips against hers. His cock strained her pussy. How did that entire length fit inside her? Elaine felt like she should be broken. Terrible shame filled her. Maybe she already was broken.

Elaine wasn't a proud knight standing strong in the face of Ranulf's cruelty. She was a terrified little kobold, wracked with sobs, helpless to do anything as her rapist tormented her.

Ranulf moaned. He pressed his lips to her snout. Elaine wanted to resist, but didn't. Was it really her practicality that kept her from resisting? Or was it weakness?

His tongue wormed into her mouth. She still tasted piss and cum, so he must have too, but that didn't slow him. He cupped her cheek over her own clenching grip.

Elaine's pussy ached. Her walls hurt as if they were being ripped apart. Ranulf wasn't even thrusting anymore, but it felt like he wrenched her vagina in every direction at once. Was his cock growing? Was this another terrible spell to torture her with?

And then the throbbing changed. It wasn't just yanking at her walls anymore. The penis inside her was as rock hard as it could be. It began to pulse like a heartbeat.

Tears spilled down Elaine's cheeks. Warmth streamed into her pussy. It stung her battered walls. She understood what was happening. Ranulf was cumming inside her.

He broke their kiss, panting with vigor. A sloppy grin stretched his muzzle. His fur dripped saliva and a mix of his own piss and cum.

"Fuck, your pussy feels good, Elaine. Maybe it's just how worked up you got me, but you're the best kobold I've ever fucked! You should be proud."

Elaine cried. Her jaw hurt from how tight she gripped her face. The taste of Ranulf's spit in her mouth churned her stomach anew. The cock pulsed inside of her, spurting again and again, rushes of stinging, oozing warmth filled her insides. She felt disgusting.

"Oh, Elaine," Ranulf said. His words were punctuated by a moan. He squeezed her tits and rubbed a thumb over a nipple. "You earned yourself a little break. Such a damn good fuck. Come up here, my scaly little toy. I'm gonna spoon you while we wait for my knot to go down."

***

Elaine lay curled with her back against Ranulf's belly. His fur was soft and warm. She tried to pretend it was nothing more than a furred blanket tucked around her shoulders to protect against the winter cold.

That illusion broke with the knotted cock twitching deep inside her body. Every movement made her insides riot. Curling up into Ranulf's arms had been torturous. The wizard finally forced her into position with telekinetic magic as Elaine yelped in pain.

Surprisingly, Ranulf hadn't been too talkative. She'd suffered a few mocking jeers about Thalia and the baby growing inside her belly. Those made her want to curl up into a tight ball so she could disappear and cry. But he didn't demean her with every breath like he had while raping her.

She rubbed her smooth, scaled stomach. The thick wolf cock bulged it out slightly. Ranulf had cum inside her, and somehow his magic had made her fertile for him. Another wave of cold nausea rolled through her. Those were becoming more regular.

Elaine felt like she had to cry, but the well of tears had run dry. There was just an aching emptiness inside her. She didn't even want to cry for the wolf, but being unable to do so was awful.

Elaine had never even thought about being a mother. The concept was foreign to her. A knight's life was pageantry, training, and battle. To Elaine, it was all in service of Thalia. Where could a child fit into her life? How could she protect Thalia while raising a baby?

Sickness curdled her stomach. This is what Ranulf wanted, of course. He wasn't content to break her with rape and cruelty, though Elaine was horrified with herself over how successful he'd been at that. He meant to ruin her life, make a mockery of her, and ensure that she would never again be seen as anything but a worthless kobold.

How could she possibly be anything more than a worthless kobold?

"Have you thought about a name for my child?" Ranulf asked with a rumbling, happy sigh. His fingers traced the scales on her side, an intimate motion that sent shivers down her spine. "Perhaps something regal. Wolflike. Or a famous sorcerer from history."

Elaine shook her head. Why did she even bother answering? The words twisted a knife in her stomach. That was their only purpose. Ranulf knew she didn't have an answer.

"No, name the child after his father. Maybe he'll inherit from the better half of his parentage."

That dug another verbal knife into her scales. Elaine tried to rationalize the emotions that surged through her. But what help could a cool, logical approach be when it arrived at equally horrible conclusions? Her child would belong to this monster. It would remind her of this night for the rest of her life.

Elaine swallowed back a sob.

Ranulf hugged his arms around Elaine's side and groped her breasts. His fingers fiddled with her nipples like they were toys. Electric zaps of sensation jolted through Elaine. Her horror and sheer lack of arousal prevented them from resembling anything even close to pleasure.

Time passed slowly in Ranulf's arms. It must have just been minutes, but it felt like hours. Despite his furry embrace, it was impossible to get comfortable. How could she? Her scales itched with the trickle of semen. A too-large wolf cock was still lodged in her cunt. A child grew in her belly. Worst of all, Thalia was his.

Eventually, Ranulf wriggled his hips, and the shaft jostled inside of Elaine. She felt queasy. The movement didn't hurt as much, though. Had his knot finally begun to shrink?

"Mmh, you're a good cuddle, Elaine," Ranulf said mockingly. He nuzzled his cheek against the top of her head. Then, he jostled his hips and began to tug.

The cock dragged along her walls. As she endured his cuddling, she had tried to ignore the extreme discomfort inside her pussy. Now it came back in full force.

Elaine's vagina ached. The wolf's rough fucking had left much of the tender skin bruised. But the pain was nothing next to the nauseating humiliation of her bitter enemy gleefully working his cock out of her bare cunt.

"You should be grateful that I knotted you," Ranulf said. His paw stroked Elaine's cheek in faux affection. It smeared wet cum over her scales. "Remember that potion I downed when you first came in? Stamina. Did you wonder why I was ready to fuck you again so fast after cumming in your cute snout?"

"No," Elaine said. Her eye squeezed shut. She tried to ignore the awful sensation of the cock tugging at her hip bones. The aching pain grew as the wolf tugged harder and harder.

"Of course not! How silly of me. You're a fucking virgin dyke. Well, recently a virgin. You're not so pure now, are you?"

Elaine remained silent. The idea of purity had never bothered her, no matter the virtuous facade that surrounded knighthood. She had simply never wanted sex from anyone who would have been willing to reciprocate. No need to let Ranulf know that.

"Answer me, bitch," Ranulf snarled into her ear. "Do I need to remind you who I have chained up in my dungeon?"

That churned her stomach. Her eyes felt wet again. "No," she said. "I'm... not pure anymore."

The wolf sounded smug. "How about those vows, huh? Think they'll still let you be a knight?"

Elaine didn't know where he got the idea that losing her purity would somehow break her vows. Her only true vow was to Thalia. Ranulf could rape her, he could ruin her life and her future, but Elaine would endure in the hope that he would release Thalia.

"I don't know," she said honestly. Not because of a lack of 'purity', but after this humiliation? With... children growing inside her? Fresh tears dribbled down her cheeks.

"Hah! I'll make sure they know, Elaine. They'll all know that you're a defiled little knight. You're no good for any lord or lady, let alone your precious princess."

Misleading Ranulf brought a degree of solace. The jabs about her 'purity' at least bounced off her scales like nothing. It gave her more space to recover than the time spent cuddled to Ranulf's chest in silence. That silence had let her ruminate on the baby growing inside her and what cruelties her captor had yet to inflict on her.

Those were just words. Their only purpose was to hurt her. Maybe even the cruel insults that hit their mark and drove deep into her insecurities were just as false.

However sturdy that revelation helped her feel, it didn't stop the waves of dull, throbbing pain and nausea as Ranulf finally gripped her hips and tugged her forcefully upwards.

Elaine squealed. Ranulf grunted, and then moaned.

How could this feel good for him? Even though his knot shrank while cuddling, her hips strained and seared as if they would crack apart. That must hurt for a male as well!

"Open your eyes, Elaine. Watch. I want you to see what a properly defiled kobold pussy looks like. That's the pussy of a stuck-up tomboy cunt who'll never pretend at being a real knight again."

Elaine begrudgingly opened her eyes. She gazed down her belly, not expecting to see much other than her own belly scales and the thick, cum-drenched wolf cock when it finally tugged out of her.

Instead, a close-up view of her crotch hovered in front of her snout, ringed by shimmering spectral wisps of mist. She saw her body up close through a strange, arcane window.

She stared wide-eyed at her own obscenely splayed pussy. How could it possibly stretch that wide?

Elaine had toyed with herself before. She'd tugged, fondled, and tested the limits of what felt good. However, her scaly lips were now splayed three times as wide as she'd ever managed. The glistening pink of her pussy peeled back with the tremendous bulb of Ranulf's knot. It hadn't even stretched to its widest!

"You... That's too big. You must wait longer. That will break me!" Elaine cried out. Her heart pounded. The aching pain in her hips was only a shadow of what was to come. How would it feel to have that monster forced out of her? Did this horrible wolf plan to break her pelvis? Surely that would hurt his own penis as well!

"Sorry, my dear," Ranulf cooed into her ear. "My cock won't get soft as long as it's throbbing in your tight little cunt, not after that stamina potion I drank. Luckily, I have magic to turn this into a quite pleasurable experience."

Elaine winced. The pressure on her crotch magnified. Her silky, pink pussy skin somehow tugged even wider as the thick knot gradually drew back. His knot wasn't even halfway out yet, and already her pelvis throbbed and burned like it were being bent to the point where the joints would snap. The sight of her vagina so horribly distended was mortifying.

Then, the wolf grunted and yanked her up from his knot.

Elaine screamed. Her pussy was wrenched impossibly wide. It felt like it was being torn in two as the bulging red wolf knot reached its zenith. She needed to breathe in, but it seemed like even that amount of pressure might cause her pelvis to just break in half.

And then the knot was out. Elaine's scream gargled, and then gasped into a heaving sob. Her vagina throbbed like she'd just been beaten with a mallet from the inside out.

Pain, she could handle. The worst part was staring at her battered pussy. Pink inner labia darkened in patches to ugly purple bruising. Her typically tightly shut folds struggled to close after the intense stretching. His cock simply moving inside her had hurt. How had she possibly survived that knot?

A river of hot, warm semen oozed from her vagina, stinging as it flowed. Every time she tensed, her vagina ached and cum gushed out. It poured down her labia and over her inner thigh and hip to pool on the plush blanket underneath. The trickle made her scales itch, an awful burning itch that she didn't dare scratch because any kind of movement might bring another burst of searing pain.

The cum cooled along its path, pooling around her lower hip in a slimy mess. It felt so gross. She wanted to scrub her scales raw and remove every trace of the wolf from her body. She never wanted to feel that trickle of viscous cum on her scales again.

So much cum... There was a child growing inside her now. Ranulf's child. A bastard spawn of an evil man. It would ruin her body, slow her, make her unable to protect her beloved Thalia. And then, it would demand attention. Elaine would be a bad person if she didn't care for it. Caring for it would ruin her life.

Elaine knew that purity didn't matter for a knight. But motherhood? Knights who were fathers could leave their young behind as they ventured out on quests. Mothers, however, had so much more demanded of them. It was unfair and terrible. Even hiring a wet nurse was frowned on.

Would she give up her dream and break her oath to Thalia in order to raise this child of rape? Or would she be a terrible, absent mother, abandoning her innocent young?

Watching the cum flow out made her nauseous again. This time, she hid it well. She shuddered and swallowed down the lump in her throat and the taste of acid.

Aristocrats knew of certain discrete potions that could be brewed to remove a pregnancy. Peasants could only afford the simplest healing potion.

Could she really ask Thalia for the potion to cleanse her body? No. Even if she could take back her old life, she couldn't ask that of her. If Elaine managed to escape, she would buy a healing potion, bite down on a stick, and end this suffering with her own claws. Even the pain of tearing her own insides to end her pregnancy would surely be nothing compared to the hurt she felt right now.

Tears began to stream down Elaine's cheeks. Would Thalia think she was a monster? Would Thalia rather she raise this evil wolf's seed, breaking her oath to protect her princess?

Ranulf gripped Elaine's upper labia between two rough pads. He tugged it to the side, causing her bruised pussy to burn with pain. Pearly white cum found new trails out of her jostled folds, ending in the same stream down her hip.

"Such a pretty pussy. You know, I did break some of the slave kobolds I knotted. Had to waste potions on the little vermin so they could walk right again. You fuckers are too pricey to throw out after only a few uses. But you're a sturdy little thing, aren't you, Elaine?"

Elaine shuddered. She hated the thought that other kobolds had suffered this torture. They had no Thalia waiting on the other side. Ranulf owned them. What a horrible existence.

Ranulf sometimes got angry when she didn't respond, so she nodded.

"Weak stomach, though! You've tried to vomit more than most of my other little slaves. Good thing for magic, or my bed would be a mess! Fuck, you clench so tight when you're retching." Ranulf wriggled a hand under her side and groped a breast.

What a disgusting man. Elaine pursed her lips and stared down at the plush blanket.

Ranulf rolled her scaly breast between his fingers. His other hand stroked her bruised pussy, rubbing the still-flowing cum over her tender folds. His touch ached, yet tingled in a deeply uncomfortable way.

"You've got one hole left to try," Ranulf said. He smeared the stream of cum from the base of her pussy to her puckered tailhole.

Elaine squirmed. A jab of fear shot through her. She knew of anal sex from crude jokes that male knights shared, but she had dismissed the idea as aberrant. Though she had entertained thoughts of vaginal sex and masturbation, nothing to do with her tailhole had ever appealed to her.

His cock had hurt and stretched her pussy too wide even before he knotted her. How would he even fit? Was he going to knot her ass too?

The cum-soaked finger wriggled forward, pressing into her tight tailhole. Elaine tried to avert her eyes from the magical view of the action in front of her. However, she couldn't avoid the sight without turning her head or closing her eyes, and either of those might anger Ranulf.

The finger in her ass stung. The pain wasn't bad enough to force a noise out of her, especially not after the horrible experience of the wolf knot being wrenched out of her pussy. It still felt terribly uncomfortable, like she had to shit, but tensing her muscles hurt and nothing would come out.

"Oh fuck, right, you kobolds are gross and don't know proper hygiene," Ranulf said.

Elaine gritted her teeth, biting back venomous words about not having taken time in the powder room preparing herself to be raped. That would have just amused him. What was the point?

Ranulf began to chant. Letting go of her breast, the hand moved through a half-dozen rapid, precise signs. His finger wriggled in her ass. Was that part of the spell or just for his own sick fun? A tingling wave tickled Elaine's asshole.

His finger slipped out of her. An empty discomfort panged in its wake. Still, she was glad to once again have no part of Ranulf inside her.

That relief was short lived. Elaine helplessly watched the slimy wolf cock line up to her tailhole. As disgusting as the thought of his cum-drenched cock inside her ass was, at least the cum would help it hurt less.

Shame blossomed on Elaine's cheeks at that thought. Had she already fallen that far?

The red, canine cock slowly pressed into her tailhole. While her vagina had hurt with a tugging pain like a rug burn, her ass hurt with a deep, throbbing ache that compounded the pain of her already sore pelvis.

Elaine felt uncomfortable, constipated, and so horribly full. Her asshole strained with the girth of his shaft. He was practically twice her size, after all. She winced at the sight of her cum-drooling pussy bunched up by the stretched-out skin.

Ranulf grunted into her ear. His hot breath on her wet cheek made her think about the gross feeling of cum still dribbling down her face. How long would that last? She pleaded with the Gods for it to dry up soon.

His hips thrust back and forth into Elaine's body, magically framed with a close-up view. Her tight tailhole tugged with the movements of his glistening shaft. It was a whole extra layer of awfulness to stare up close at her ass being raped.

Ranulf stared too. Elaine caught his rapt expression from the corner of her eyes. His jaw rested on her own cheek, where he could enjoy the view of her rape right alongside her.

He splayed her pussy lips again, showing off the cum-polished, purplish pink cunt. The tenderized skin glistened. The narrow ridges around her entrance bunched up. Her pussy pulsed with an involuntary, aching clench.

The need to squeeze in her ass grew inside her like an urge to swallow. When it became too strong, her ass clamped down, and she winced in pain. It ached worse with every deepening thrust of canine cock. Her pussy still burned with abuse, reignited with the movements in her rear, the clenching of her body, and the wolf's groping fingers.

Two fingers pressed inside her pussy. She watched her passage spread around them. The flow of cum sputtered and then slowed to a stopped-up trickle. Somehow, his fingers still felt far too large even after taking his much girthier cock. She was wetter inside thanks to his cum, which made the invasion easier to deal with. But the bruising added a different, awful dimension to the pain.

Undergirding everything was an ever-present sense of violation. Her body was a toy for him. Her most private places were meant to share pleasure with a very special person she chose. Ranulf stole that choice from her. In its place, he used her for his own sick satisfaction. Worse, he reveled in her suffering.

It was understandable that the extreme horror of the baby growing in her belly made her cry. It would have been okay for the thoughts of Thalia suffering to bring her tears, or of her own taboo feelings towards her princess, or even being forced to reckon with her own sexuality. Now, with just the thought of him enjoying her suffering, the cock moving in her ass, and the fingers invading her abused, creampied pussy, tears began to spill down Elaine's cheeks once more.

How could she be a knight when she was this weak? She didn't deserve the honor of protecting Thalia. She was a miserable, runty lizard girl pretending to matter because of a princess's pity and a pathetic crush that blinded her to the truth.

No!

Elaine grimaced. She squeezed her eyes shut, but then forced herself to open them again. She endured the close-up view of her cum-drenched pussy splayed around two invading fingers. Thehe veiny red wolf penis thrusting deep into her tailhole. She ignored the trickle of blood that leaked down her ass cheek.

She would endure it all, the suffering, the pain, the mental tortures he inflicted on her. Not because she had any dream of continuing her old life, but because Thalia depended on her. As long as Elaine was of use to Ranulf, Thalia would be safe. As long as she allowed his abuse of her body, she was protecting Thalia from whatever fate might otherwise befall her.

Ranulf hated Elaine. He didn't seem to care about Thalia. She had to take solace in that thought.

Her ass throbbed with the thrusting of wolf cock. It felt as if he were jabbing deep into her stomach. Each thrust lurched her insides. The fingers fiddling around inside her cum-leaking pussy pushed that discomfort into more nausea that rocked the little kobold. She held back a fresh retch.

What if Ranulf hurt Thalia anyway?

Elaine tried to shut away that thought. How dare her traitorous mind suggest that this abuse might not even matter. It had to matter. It had to. Elaine would give her life to Ranulf in a second if it meant Thalia's freedom.

What would hurt Elaine more than watching her princess be raped as well?

A moaning gurgle fell out of Elaine's lips. Tears flowed freely into the mess of smeared cum on her face.

Fingers wormed within her pussy. Wolf cock throbbed in her ass.

No!

No, she'd had a reason to fight this horrible idea before. There had been a reason she'd braved the tower without her weapons and armor. She hadn't just gone helpless into the wolf's clutches, with nothing but a hope that he'd honor his word. She'd had reasons. She'd mapped out all the possibilities in her head. But they were so hazy. She tried to grasp for them, but they slipped out of her cum-slicked grip.

Ranulf licked the stream of tears from under her eye. A vicious tremor of revulsion shook Elaine from horns to tail tip. She felt disgusting. She was disgusting.

A strange, queasy need yet inability to shit accompanied a powerful throb in her ass. The wolf thrust harder, pounding into her tail just as he had pounded into her pussy.

Elaine stared blankly at her own defilement, trying not to imagine Thalia's smooth pink skin being abused in her place, the fuzzy bush of hair around Thalia's delicate pussy matted with cum instead of the reality of cum clinging to light blue scales and bruised insides.

No. She remembered why.

Ranulf had to be afraid of vengeance from the kingdom. That was the reason. Right. If he raped and abused Elaine, no one would care. If he raped and abused Thalia, the king would throw his armies into a fourth campaign, this one aiming to return with Ranulf's head, rather than just quell his incursions.

Why did those words ring hollow? The rationale made sense. She had no reason to doubt it. And yet, she still expected to see her precious princess floating in at any moment to turn this nightmare into a true hell.

If that was Ranulf's plan, he'd surely taunt her with it. He loved to torment her, then turn his cruel words into an even worse reality. She had to believe that Thalia would be safe. It was the only thing that kept her from falling apart.

She hated herself. She was so weak. So stupid. This was an awful plan. It wasn't even a plan. She'd had a full week to outmaneuver Ranulf but had instead walked blindly into his arms.

And now he made little, moaning grunts into her ear. His face scrunched up, and his tongue flopped onto her brow as he panted. His cock jabbed into her tightly gripping tailhole, throbbing against her insides.

It was revolting. She desperately hoped for him to cum so it would be over. She tried clenching her ass again, but her abused muscles hurt so bad that she had to release again immediately.

"Mmph, oh fuck. Your ass is so tight, Elaine," Ranulf grunted.

She shamefully watched her own rape play out in front of her eyes. Little pained grunts slipped out of her throat when the wolf's fingers squirmed into a particularly uncomfortable spot inside her vagina, or when he thrust too hard into her tender ass.

"Oh gods. Here I go. Fuck!"

Elaine winced. Ranulf rammed his cock all the way into her rear. It hurt. She felt so stretched out, like a fraying silk stocking worn too many times.

Sheath fur tickled her tailhole. The wolf's hefty sack wobbled up against her lower hip. His sheath scrunched up into her rear. The lower side of his sheath's fur had tinged light red with blood. How did his whole penis fit inside her? Magic? No, he'd bragged about breaking other kobolds with his size. Somehow, she was barely able to naturally accommodate him.

Elaine dreaded her ass feeling even tighter, more stretched out around his cock. If he was already making her to bleed, what would his knot do? Would he need to feed her a healing potion? The worst injuries on a battlefield were those on the insides where nothing but expensive healing magic or a surgeon's knife could reach.

Luckily, Ranulf slid his hips back a few inches, partially slipping his cock out of her ass. His invasive fingers wriggled inside her vagina. She squirmed. It felt like she was pooping large, jagged rocks. This time she had to watch the base of the glistening wolf cock bulge and twitch as the upper half of it strained inside her tailhole.

"Do you like the view, Elaine? This is what happened in your pussy. A marvel, isn't it? The fact that a tight little woman your size can handle a knot like this? You lizards were meant to be fuck toys. It's your biology."

The knot thickened. Veins pulsed across the pale red flesh. Elaine was again horrified by the size of it, even after seeing the monstrous protrusion forced out of her pussy.

Warm cum flushed into Elaine's ass. Tears dribbled down her cheeks with renewed vigor. The natural moisture of her pussy hadn't been able to contrast as well against the cum. She hadn't felt quite the same slimy, disgusting pumping of warm liquid into her depths. It stung far more in her rear. He must have injured her ass worse than her vagina.

The thick knot pressed against her rump. She felt it there, aching, throbbing, as the rest of his penis pulsed inside her. More and more cum pumped into the last place in her body that hadn't been defiled by this man.

Elaine still tasted that awful, musky cum as if he'd just finished inside her mouth. It still mixed with the acrid, cloying reek of piss. Her vagina felt disgusting, used, and distended around matted fingers, with semen dribbling down her hips. And now, her ass stung and ached. Her insides flipped with each rush of cum that pumped inside her.

"This is the only thing you're good for, Elaine. You're a stupid little whore. Thalia will never love you. Knights will never respect you. The world will abandon you when they find you're with child. Hate it all you want; this is the only thing you're good for."

Elaine heaved with sobs.