"Looks like a wild woman," said the lean man with the angular face.
"Looks like," agreed the big man. "Maybe the Wild called us here to save her from that roper."
"Please, I need it," she gasped.
"You hear that, Sliven?" said the big man. "She needs it. We'll be doing her a favor."
"Fenris won't like us giving it to her, Porggo. He'll want to breed her and it's his right."
"You're not even a warmblood. What do you know about pack rights?" The big man called Porggo spit phlegm off to the side.
"I know Fenris will tear our throats out if we put seed in her."
"Then," Porggo dropped to his knees beside the squirming princess, "we make sure to pull our pricks out."
Porggo grabbed Imogen's wrists and brought her hands up to his face to noisily inhale the scent of her juices. He snorted and ran his thick tongue over her fingers to sample her honey.
"Mmmmm, girly, you're sweet." He sucked a finger, baring his uneven smile.
Imogen moaned with desire. Somewhere, deep within her, she knew she should be afraid of these men, that they were disgusting brigands to take advantage of her in this state. Thanks to the roper's venom, the princess did not care. She lifted her bottom off the grass and thrust her aching pussy into the air, begging to be touched.
The two naked brutes were all too happy to oblige her. The man called Porggo grabbed her muscular legs and stuck his face between her thighs. He snorted and sniffed at her dripping slit before running his tongue up the length of her aching groove and pressing apart her dewy folds with his hungry tongue. He pulled her smooth legs over his hairy shoulders and slurped at her clit, his lapping tongue and slurping mouth soon driving her beyond the brink of ecstasy.
While Porggo was licking Imogen's tender slit, the lean man called Sliven began to gently squeeze her breasts and lick her nipples. He had a long, thin tongue that he used to flick her straining nipples. When she began to cum on Porggo's thick tongue, he opened his mouth wide and clamped it over most of one breast. She could his rows of sharp teeth pressing against her soft flesh, but the pinch of pain only added to her pleasure and his tongue seemed to coil around her nipple.
"Yes! Yesss!" cried Imogen. "So good! Please, give me your roots."
Porggo lifted his face from between her thighs. He licked her juices from his lips and chin and climbed atop her. She noticed he had an unpleasant smell, as if he had been rolling in animal dung, but it did nothing to lessen her urges. The fat hose of his cock had swollen and, as he climbed between her thighs, it prodded against her juicy sex.
He kissed her, his mouth's foulness lessened by her own sweet juices. His thrusting tongue was irresistible. She sucked it and wrestled with it, crying out with lust as he claimed her tender chalice with his brutish cock.
"Ohhhhhh, it's so big!" she cried as Porggo's thickness stretched her hole.
"Yes, right?" he kissed at her neck and shoulder, his hot breath snorting against her ear. "That's a tight cleft, love. I don't want to split you open before Sliven has a go."
Inch upon inch of swollen cockmeat pushed into the princess's virginal slit. There was no maidenhead to resist him, claimed by her roughhousing at a young age, but she was otherwise intact. The roper's venom had prepared her body well for a rough mating though and her cunt was hungry for every brutish push of Porggo's cock. He filled her until his cockhead bent her womb and his heavy balls dropped against her clenching asshole.
She came again, simply from being stretched so tight, the bud of her clit rubbed by each ridge and vein of his cock and even tickled by his wiry hairs around the root. She held her legs wide apart and pushed back, eager for more, her body shuddering with pleasure.
"Gods, you're tight as an eel's cunt," grunted Porggo. "Can't hold out long. I'll paint those fat tits with my seed."
He pulled his cock out of her clenching pussy, leaving her feeling empty in her throes as he clambered to his feet and stood over her. He wanked the swollen beast of his cock. Her eyes fixed on the glistening, purple head as he aimed it down towards her breasts. She squeezed her soft breasts eagerly and twisted her supple body with lust beneath him.
Imogen had read in a book what happened when a man reached his orgasm. She had read many lurid descriptions in naughty texts hidden at the back of the royal libraries. The elves kept quite a collection of ancient erotic and she had a very vivid imagination.
Porggo grunted with pleasure, humping his huge cock into his fist and dripping oily precum onto Imogen's firm tummy. He threw back his head and let out a wheezing snort. A thick stream of white liquid burst from the head of his cock and spattered across Imogen's heaving breasts. It was sticky and warm and coated her skin. It had a strong musky smell that grew stronger as Porggo's cock throbbed and spurted out more and more, drenching Imogen's chest and throat and down to her belly in his gooey seed.
"Gods, I needed that," laughed Porggo.
He shook his cock and drops rained down upon Imogen. She curiously played her finger through the white liquid. It seemed to be several fluids of different consistencies. Some of it was thin and almost clear and some of it was nearly thick as a stirred yolk, but white and creamy. She brought her dripping fingertip to her lips and tasted the liquid. It was salty and strong-tasting, but she liked it. She licked her finger clean of his juice and began to massage the rest into her heaving breasts.
Porggo laughed at her display and took a step back to make room for Sliven.
"You have made a mess of her," said the lean man.
"Yes and she loves it. Look at her. You'd think I bathed those fat tits in chocolate."
"I want more," cried Imogen, she sat up, her eyes fixed on the curved length of Sliven's long, thin cock.
"You can have more," hissed Sliven. "But you can have it my way."
Imogen's eyes went wide and her heart leapt into her throat as the skinny man with the angular face began to transform into something else.
Sliven's long legs melted together and began to elongate. His pale flesh took on the greenish hue and consistency of snake scale. In moments, his body was covered with scales, his legs had become a fifteen-foot body of a massive snake, his head had changed to resemble that of a massive snake. The transformation of his penis was perhaps the strangest, as it split it grew pale pink, glistening and split into two shorter, fatter members protruding from Sliven's scaly waist. Only his arms and hands - covered in scales - reassured the shocked princess that he had not entirely become a snake.
"Wh-what are you?" she gasped.
"Nexxxxxt," hissed Sliven, flicking a long snake's tongue out of his inhuman mouth.
He lashed out with his segmented tail, wrapping her up it and coiling his powerful length around her tender body. She whimpered in terror. She was still aroused by the roper's venom, but enough had worn off that this transformation was terrifying to her. She fought weakly against Sliven's coiling body as he drew her up to his torso.
"Ssssssso nicccccceee."
Sliven brought her head even with his and his tongue flicked her face. His body was cool as he constricted around her. She could hardly breathe as he examined her with his serpent's eyes. He lifted her higher and his tongue tickled her shoulder, her breasts, her belly and, as she emerged from his coils, his tongue sampled her slick groove. She gasped at the light touch and tried to kick her legs. He took her weight with his human-like arms and unfurled his long body beneath her. His fat cocks flexed and waved slightly. There were pale barbs around the base of each and she imagined the agony they would inflict on her.
"Don't be afraid, pretty elf," came a growling voice, thick with fat. "Two is better than one."
She turned her head to see that Porggo was standing behind her, only it was no longer the Porggo that had sprayed her breasts with cum. He had shifted into a form not unlike that of a warthog crossed with a man. The change had exaggerated all his porcine qualities and now he had a pig's nose, beady eyes, and a hunched posture. Tusks poked up from beneath his bea
stly snout and his fat body, now even more squat and fat seaming, was covered in thick bristly hair. Worst of all, to Imogen's helpless eyes, was the long, pink corkscrew of cockmeat between his furry thighs.
"Oh, don't worry elf. I'll take another turn with you before you get to meet Fenris." His fat tongue slopped over his snout. "How about you have a taste of this?"
He reached down and fumbled with his inhuman cock, wanking it and waving it at her. She began to wail in despair when Sliven captured her attention again. He was lowering her onto his cocks, their cool, slick flesh bumping against her thighs. Their darker, flat tips bulling against her cunt, back and forth, as he seemed to tease her against them.
"Please," she moaned. "Let me go."
"Yesssss," hissed Sliven and he released her from his grasp.
Imogen dropped onto his twitching cocks. Her eyes went wide and she cried out in shock as both seemed to burrow into her tender holes with prehensile hunger. They were slick with their own mucus. One plunged into her steaming pussy as the other stretched her tight anus and filled her with shifter cock. Gravity carried her down to the barbs, but far from being painful, these fleshy hooks were soft and tickled at her clit and stroked the stretched ring of her anus.
"She of the...of the Leaves..."
"She won't protect you from this," snorted Porggo, waddling over to stand beside her. "Who do you think she favors more, eh? Us shifters living in her woods or some fat-titted elfy girl who comes and visits? No, no, you don't need to answer that."
He grabbed Imogen's platinum locks and pulled her face to his cock. Before she could offer a protests, his hot, corkscrew cock drove between her lips and filled her mouth with the salty, animal taste of his flesh. Porggo held her head turned to the side as he humped his porcine cock into her mouth, battering against her throat and nearly gagging her. Slevin reached down and grabbed her ass with both scaled hands. He began to ripple beneath her and push his cool cockflesh in and out of her cunt and ass.
There was nothing Imogen could do to resist. Even as the roper's venom wore off, her body's natural instincts took over. She began to suck at the twisted cock that plunged in and out of her mouth and her cunt squeezed at Sliven's cock. The fleshy bristles drove her wild, tickling and vibrating against her clit until she felt a shameful orgasm burning through her. She moaned around Porggo's cock, her tits heaving and her hips working to feed more of Sliven's cocks into her throbbing pussy and ass.
"I think she likes you," laughed Porggo.
She did, she realized. She loved it. The sensation of Sliven's bristles was prolonging her orgasm and she bounced her body atop him, riding the waves of her ecstasy, uncaring that Porggo was using her mouth for his own pleasure. Soon enough, the warthog shifter took his satisfaction. His corkscrew cock throbbed between her lips and she was nearly drowned by the flow of his hot cum into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed his vile seed even as it overflowed her lips and dripped onto her breasts.
"Sssssssoon!" hissed Sliven.
"A bit more," grunted Porggo, fucking his spurting cock into Imogen's mouth and emptying his balls. "Go on, elfy, get every sweet drop out."
She slurped on him, eager to be finished. He groaned as her cheeks hollowed and she sucked out the last of his disgusting semen. He pulled his cock out form her mouth. She hardly had time to gasp for air as Sliven upended her, tossing her onto her breasts and knees with her bottom raised. His serpentine body thrust rapidly atop her, pumping his cocks in and out, before he pried them loose from her clutching holes.
Emptied, exposed, her anus and gaping pussy slowly closed. Sliven gripped his cocks, one in each scaly hand, and wanked them until they spurted his lukewarm spunk across her back, dripping from her ass, and sliding in gooey rivulets down to her shoulders. He seemed to cum for ages. Long after she had caught her breath and realized her humiliating position. She kept her head down, ass raised, breasts in the grass as he milked out every last drop of his cum.
She was exhausted and frightened. Even more so as they dragged her back to the placid stream. She thought they might try to drown her, but instead they rather gently washed her clean in the cold water. She did not mind their hands caressing her breasts, her round buttocks or squeezing between her thighs, but she had not gotten used to their animal appearance. She kept her eyes mostly closed and only glimpsed them in reflections on the surface of the water.
"Get up," said Porggo finally and she was relieved to see he had become a man again. "Time to go."
Imogen stood up on shaky legs. Sliven emerged from the woods with a rack of plucked game birds.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked.
"To meet the other outcasts." He grabbed her by her throat with sudden savage power and looked into her eyes. "And not a word of what happened. Only that we saved you from a roper. Or Sliven here will squeeze all your bones until they crack and we'll eat you up. Get me?"
"Y-yes," moaned Imogen.
"Good." Porggo dropped her back onto her feet. "Now we just have to truss you up."
Sliven worked with the ropes while Porggo supervised. The serpent-man began by binding her wrists. He wrapped the rope beneath her breasts, lifting them with tension, before framing her luscious tits with an elaborate diamond knot on her neck and upper chest. When the hogtying was completed, her elbows were touching behind her back and more ropes, seemingly just for Porggo's snorting amusement, were secured around her thighs, between her buttocks and resting snugly against her tender groove.
"There," said Porggo, stroking his rough hands down her hips and thighs. "A pretty elf present for the boss."
He slung her over his shoulder, clapped his hand on her round bottom hard enough to make her cry out, and he set off into the woods. Sliven scouted the way. Porggo occasionally squeeze Imogen's bottom or tugged on the ropes so they cinched a bit more tightly against her sex. He took no great care in toting her along through the woods, though her breasts at least cushioned some of the worst jostling.
It was a long journey and nearly dawn by the time they arrived. Porggo put Imogen onto her feet. Her legs were stiff, but she was glad to be on her feet after so long over the hog-man's shoulder. The shifter camp was well-hidden by the surrounding trees, a few thatched huts and a single log house in the fashion of human villages built in a small clearing. Men and women came out of the huts. They were filthy, clothed in a loincloth or not at all, and they looked at the princess with hostile eyes.
The door to the log house opened and the man that came out was handsome and well-built. He had a mane of dark hair and broad shoulders. His muscular body was naked except for a leather wrap around his groin. When he smiled, he bared large canines.
"Hello, Astus. We've brought something for your father."
"I see," said the man, walking slowly around Imogen and sniffing the air. "An elf. It appears you had your fun tying her up, Porggo."
He stopped in front of Imogen and peered into her eyes. His were brown and flecked with gold. There was power behind those eyes. The confidence of a leader.
"What is your name?" he asked.
"Imogen Goldenheart," she said.
"Were they rough with you?"
"They s-saved me from a hunting tree."
"Porggo and Sliven? Two great heroes, to be sure." He clapped them on their shoulders. "Go and have a drink. I'll take her to father and be sure you get ample credit."
"I think we'll just wait on your dear old father to show his snout," said Porggo.
The door to the cabin banged open and a lanky pillar of a man stepped out. His tanned face was deeply lined with age and he sported a great gray mane of hair and eyes that matched his son's. He scratched his hairy chest and yawned. Imogen realized this man must be the Fenris her captors were discussing when she was in the grasp of the roper's poison. Some sort of leader of this bunch.
"I smelled you walking into camp, Porggo," growled Fenris. "What is this you've brought me? An elf?"
"She thinks she's a druid," said Sli
ven.
"Oh, does she?"
Fenris pushed his son out of the way and inspected her. His gold-flecked eyes seemed to devour her bound curves. She wanted to cover herself. To run. Instead, she swallowed her panic and did her best to keep her chin up. He completed a full circle around her and stopped beside his son.
"You're a fair sight," he said. "Do you have a mate?"
"A m-mate?" She stammered. "No. My father wanted to marry me to a gnome."
"A gnome?" Fenris laughed. "You? What a waste that would have been."
Imogen shifted in her bonds and the ropes creaked and flossed between her tender lips. She was sore from being tied up and hoped this Fenris would finally release her. Hopes that were almost immediately dashed.
"Alright," he said. "Let's hang you up inside and see how you look on the end of my cock."
"Please," blurted Imogen. "Y-your son..."
"What's that?" He turned back. "You have a taste for my pup?"
The dark-haired young man called Astus grinned wolfishly.
"He is handsome," said Imogen. "And more..."
"More your age?" The old man growled. "He's a pup and hardly blooded. Not much of a hunter. If you were his mate you'd be eating scraps most nights. Do you truly crave him?"
"Yes," Imogen said, forcing a smile onto her face.
"Well," Fenris picked up the lead of her bonds, "that is too bad, elf girl, because I'm pack master of this strange bunch and I get what I want. And this morning, I intend to give you a taste of my cock."
He snarled and yanked roughly on her rope. She stumbled past Astus and followed Fenris into the dark, musty cabin. He slammed the door shut behind her. She had no choice but to follow him through the crude house and into a back room where he shoved her onto the floor and rolled her onto her back with his foot.
She wanted to cry. To scream. He unwrapped his loincloth and took out the flaccid length of his cock.
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