Sci-Fi RP Negotiating the Way of Space Elven Connections

As she strains herself, the feaster grabbed her thighs, digging cruel fingers inti her skin and pushing them wide. Her struggling on seeming to make them rougher on her, amused, pushing and eager to taste her despite her wiggling and squirming. His tongue plunged inti her slit, hot breath heating between her legs as slimely saliva slicked over her.
 
She kicked harder, or at least attempted to, as the creatures holding her only got more aggressive in turn, her face switching from a look of fear to a mixture of rage and unwanted pleasure as the tongue began to slide into her, the cold and heat mixing to make her reluctantly moan even as she snapped her eyes to Mala'Konzo "Get me out of here!" She snarled "Get them off me!"
 
As she snarled out, Mala'konzo ever so calm and content, the elf considering his options. He could well just help her...but her tone was still so...entitled. He looked around briefly, but thankfully the Feasters weren't seeking to gang up on her further. Stepped into the crowd, gracefully vanishing from her line of sight. The Feaster between her legs plunged its tongue deeper, his mouth clamping to her, tasting her walls and her nectar while sucking her folds. Another grabbed her face, twisting her head and forced its rubbery tongue inti her mouth.
 
"Konzo you basta-mmmph!" She tried to yell at him as he vanished into the crowd, her mouth soon being stuffed by the second creatures tongue being forced down her throat, her eyes bulging even as her body responded to the one between her legs by getting wetter, muffled moans the only noises she could make as he was continuously violated, suspended by the chains between the group of the Feasters that had clearly decided she was still on the menu, even if she wasn't on the table.
 
As she tried to yell , Mala'konzo sneered beneath his mask,, tye Feasters kiss upon her was bruising and harsh, her wetness and her struggle making another grab her neck, squeezing it tightly. Until a crash clattered out in the room, the gang assault freezing, the ones tongue deep inside her snapping away as Mala'konzo was standing on a table, having kicked over a fresh looking platter. A entire hog like roast wasted, and the Feasters jumping back from the table. Hissing and chattering in aghast at such waste. The aliens holding her up, let go, dropping her onto the floor like a bag of potatoes.
 
She landed with a clatter of the chains, groaning softly as her body had to recover from the assault it had just been placed under. But then she recalled the gem, crawling as quickly as she could towards it, her fingers stretching out to grasp it as she then looked across towards another doorway, heading for it as fast as she could, the chains jingling merrily as Mala held the Feasters attention with the wasted food.
 
As she fled, Mala moved swiftly, sprinting and kicking more food off the tables as the Feasters leapt at him to try to stop him. But at this difficulty, he was too swift on his fast, too graceful . He bounded abd leapt, flipping off the table and onto the floor as they gave chase.
 
By this point, she was into the corridor and back on her feet, clutching the gem to her bare chest as she panted for breath, glancing back and seeing him running towards her followed swiftly by the Feasters, the sight making her jump and start to run herself, at a speed he'd actually find slightly hard to keep up with.
 
As she ran, Mala shifted his paced, not trying to keep up, after all in games like these, survival was not physical alone. Sometimes sacrifices were in order. "Turn Right- here-" he called as if he was falling behind, but a small break was in the hall, something that was tucked away, behind Alien statue work.
 
She blinked, turning as he called out, seeing the gap she assumed he was talking about and diving down towards it, past the statue without a second thought. After all, why would Mala have any kind of ulterior motive in this, especially with how tight the gap looked, now she was going through it...
 
"I can free you like thos, you just have to relax, this will wprl" He assured...ofcourse she'd relax if he forced her to orgasm, so ot was honest...ish. as she squirmed and moved she felt Mala hardening against her. "Quit moving around so much-" he said as if she was doing all thos.
 

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