as she cursed, and struggled under the beast, now enduring the venom like high being forced into her system. causing the elven maiden's very body to turn on her. the sensations and desires causing her now glistening frame, rippling ass, and even cursing mouth to release, such sweet, sweet moans, mixed with her hatefilled venomous words.
it would not be long, before the tail pulled her one leg back, as if trying to fold it back enough to allow her foot to kick her own ass cheek, if his body was not in the way. leaving only one leg free to kick and squirm, while her arms were free, her hands only really able to scrape, and grasp anything with in a limited reach while pinned. her back arched, her hair being pulled each time, the beast slammed deep into her. all the more, the way it suckled her flesh where the fangs had sunk it. this would indeed leave one hell of a hickie for Valentine to show off or hide. However as her mind slowly began to turn on her as well. with desires, images of being bred, but the odd part would be, instead of the brute now using her. the image of Bruno, the clueless albeit gentle orc which had helped her prior, and went to get help was the one entering her mind for some unknown reason.
as this went on, it was unknown if the dragonic stud, laying siege to her ripe and now well abused chocolate starfish would finish up first, would she hit an unwanted release through such an undesirable act? would it fuck her to the point, where Val herself would black out? or would she be able to slip away after it began to release it's thick, and very fertile payload into her depths. if nothing else, each time this beast nutted into her depths, the elf would have been able to feel how it was only for a few short moments, but in this tiny window it's hold always weakened. thus would she be able to endure long enough? would she tire out herself, or even hit a release through an act the elf never found enjoyable prior?
