Achievement Unlocked (Whitebrand and TestamentofDeath)

[Whitebrand]

The dragon let out a bark of surprise and bought up his left arm to cover his face, squinting his eyes shut. He crouched slightly, blinking against the light flare and taking a swipe at her with his free hand. The right claw caught her cloak and shredded right through it easily...so easily that her stride wasn't even slowed as she came around behind him.

His pose was perfect...his tail and his slight crouch would give her a perfect shot at climbing right up his back.

[TestamentofDeath]

Though she moved quickly, Viola grunted in surprise as a fair portion of her cloak was torn away in a single swipe. It would be dangerous, instant death if such an attack struck her directly.

Perhaps that would be for the best, get killed instead of be forced in a position where her will is sapped. Viola shook her head and continued on, stepping up and beginning to climb the humanoid dragon's back.

She was surprisingly agile and flexible despite her clothing and she readied the claws on her right fingertips as she made her way up to her opponent's head.

[Whitebrand]

Viola was able to keep her balance al the way up his back, his wings giving her an extra handhold for her free hand to brace herself for her strike.

Suddenly the dragon reached up and behind him, seizing the front of her corset. The breath was squeezed out of her as he gripped the cloth, his claws penetrating the braces supporting her cleavage. He threw her forward over his head and there was a loud tearing sound as she flew through the air. When she landed she found that the front of her precious corset had been torn open almost down to her navel.

Fortunately she was mostly unhurt and fully capable of continuing to fight. The dragon growled as he charged after her, his claws flashing.

[TestamentofDeath]

She got close to her intended target, having raised her right hand to strike and then... a sudden grab. She didn't even register it before she felt a tightness around her chest as he gripped the cloth, cutting through the front area before Viola was tossed to the ground, slightly dazed at what had just happened.

She recovered quickly, though she realized that the front of her corset was torn to reveal the gentle sway of her moderately endowed chest. She clicked her teeth in annoyance, one arm covering herself as she watched forward, the draconic being charging as she twirled about to the side. Her free arm gestured forward, as her orb flew back. Flying around his head like a fly and giving the occasional slam aimed at his eyes.

All the while she tried to back away, careful not to reveal more of herself to this beast.

[Whitebrand]

Brand lifted an arm to protect his head while the glowing bowling ball slammed into his skull over and over. He still managed to make it to her and slashed with his other hand, brabbing her skirt as he did. He sank his claws into the side of her skirt and his claws slashed the cloth into ribbons with a loud tearing sound.

"You'll never beat me one handed," he pointed out as he swing again, only to snare her cloak and tear an antire section of it away. He ignored the opening that gave him...he could have landed a devastating blow just then if he had chosed to do so. Instead he swatted hard at the orb and smacked it away from him.

"That's right," he told her as he closed in. "I'm playing with you. You better up your game if you want to win."

[TestamentofDeath]

Despite his size, he reached Viola fairly easily and another slash saw more of her attire torn away. Portions of her skirt were torn away as she attempted to dodge and the next swing nearly pulled her cloak right off of her shoulders. She looked on, looking more frightened now as her orb was was knocked away. It was her only true weapon, normally something that can stand up to blades and other objects but her opponent was proving to be too much to deal with.

And then he came closer, Viola instinctively stepped back with her arms crossed as she tried to hide more of her exposed body. He was toying with her, and it didn't look like she made any progress at all. Even as she continued to step back, she recalled her orb again as it struck the draconic being again and again. A desperation was in its movements as panic began to set in Viola's mind.

[Whitebrand]

Brand swatted and swung at the annoying orb right up until the thing got in a lucky blow: The orb smashed squarely into the back of his head with a loud thud, sending his head forward and staggering him...for all of two seconds. He lurched back to recover and finally snatched the thing out of the air.

He threw the orb to the ground and stomped on it with his foot, half burying it in the forest floor. He glared at the white haired woman, now looking genuinely angry. Without a word he strode over to her, grabbing her by the throat and driving her backward until her back struck a tree. Keeping her pinned he rapidly used his claws to shred the rest of her corset and skirt off of her, and easily disposed of her underclothing.

"I was going to turn you into a happy little slave first," Brand growled as he pressed himself up against her almost naked body. "But now you're going to learn who is the master here the hard way."

[TestamentofDeath]

For just a few moments, Viola thought she managed to land a critical blow. But with the sudden immobilization of the orb, Viola could only stand in shock as it was buried underneath the creature's foot. His gaze was on her and before she could even turn to run, he was upon her. Her throat was being squeezed and she found herself being dragged back against a tree.

"Hnnng!" she struggled greatly, delicate hands reaching up to try prying the clawed hands around her neck. She kicked her long legs, body twisting about even as he shredded the rest of her clothing. Left only in just her moth-patterned stockings, Viola could only stare back as he pressed himself close against her now exposed body.

"Let... go..." she coughed out, feeling weaker by the second.

[Whitebrand]

"Why would I do that?" he asked as he pushed his hips against hers, forcing her legs apart just enough. "I can assure you I am treating you far better right now than I have seen what your race's males do. You should be grateful. By the time I'm finished with you you'll be grateful for it."

He pressed his member up against her soft folds and pushed insistently, his hands pinning her wrists to the tree. He ground himself against her, rubbing her breasts with his chest and trying to look into her eyes as she tried to fight back. She squirmed delightfully against him, her body starting to warm up despite herself.

"You see?" Brand taunted as he pressed his shaft against her slit. "Your body knows what's coming. You should give in. You will anyway."

[TestamentofDeath]

Viola struggled weakly as he continued to push against her, forcing her legs apart just enough to be uncomfortable. She tried to turn her head away despite the strong grip on her throat and as he spoke, she tried to shake her head. Viola felt something slid in between her legs and as it insistently tried to find entrance, the young woman's eyes looked on fearfully at her captor.

She wasn't unknown to this kind of act, but she herself had never truly experienced it herself. She was a virgin, and as alluring as her attire was, to be this helpless in the presence of such a creature filled her with overwhelming despair. Her writhing body rubbed against his as he ground himself against her, the sensations not entirely foreign but still unwanted.

Viola knew what was coming, but she was helpless to do anything about it. The young woman continued to look on and murmured, "Please...." with a single tear down her face.

[Whitebrand]

As an answer Brand moved his hips forward and his member pushed into her, rapidly filling her to the hilt. He left it there for a moment, savoring her reaction, before he began to start thrusting into hyer at a steady pace. His iron grip held her wrists against the tree and his weight pinned her body, making her unable to do little more than squirm and writhe against him. She was tight and smooth, like fine oil, and her body was soon manufacturing the pleasant natural lubricant that made his strokes easier.

"You're mine now," Brand rumbled to her as he took his pleasure from her. His large, hard shaft slid into and out of her more and more easily as he took her virginity. "Oh my...you've never done this before. Hard to believe given the savagery of your race. So much the better."

[TestamentofDeath]

Viola's eyes widened when he pushed the thick rod into her, the speed of which completely catching her off guard as her tight womanhood accepted the whole thing in. It hurts! She twisted about inconveniently, uselessly even, as her pinned form was now ready to be ravished however he wished now. Tears continued to flow as he began to thrust in and out, her voice now audible in frustrated gasps as he carried on his work.

She writhed and squirmed, in between the tree and her captor, her breasts bouncing up and down while also occasionally being pressed tight against him. He was having a much easier time now plundering the depths of her womanhood and given his size, she was not enjoying this. Or at least, she didn't want to. Her body on the other hand, was willingly accomodating him to make it much better for him.

"You're... ah!....just as.... savage." Viola said weakly, her sentences accompanied by the occasional yelp after a particularly hard thrust. "No... even more so... ahhh!" she cried out.

[Whitebrand]

"I give what I get," Brand grunted as he released her arms and gripped her hips, using his body weight to keep her against the tree. Now he began pumping into her in earnest, taking more control over his victim. At the same time he granted her a bit of mercy...he began casting his mind controlling magic into her head, easing her gradually towards compliance and submission. He drove his body up against her, dominating her utterly as he had his way.

[TestamentofDeath]

Viola lay there in quiet submission as he dominated her slender body. Even as he released her arms, she didn't seem to have the strength to fight back as she shut her eyes. Her arms hung uselessly by her side even as she felt him pound into her body and as he gripped her hips, Viola could only hope she could last through this. It hurt, and the unwanted pleasure she received ensured that her body's acceptance was a secondary thing to feel.

His violation continued on as her body rocked back and forth and after a few moments, Viola could only look up at the sky and then back to her captor. There was a change, a subtle change. No longer was she kicking her smooth legs nor did she try beating on his chest. No, Viola's gaze seemed distant as if in a haze. Despite her domination, the only active thing she did was mouth off her moans of pleasure, her voice echoing about the forested area.

[Whitebrand]

"Oh no you don't," Brand growled as he looked into her eyes. "You're not checking out on me."

Brand reached into her head to pull her awareness back into observable reality. He didn't like them too passive. That was no fun. He preferred mutual participation and interaction.

His body seemed to have a mind of it's own, though. He slammed into harder and faster, rapidly working himself towards his own climax. He put her on the ground and lay atop her, practically folding her ankles up near her head. He gripped her bouncing breasts and massaged them as he took her for his own. He was panting now, eager for his pleasure to reach its peak...and then a nice snack afterwards.

[TestamentofDeath]

Just before she could pass out and hope she didn't have to experience any more... sensation came flooding back to her as he reached into her mind and forced her awareness out. Her eyes widened once more as she cried out in protest again, though she gave a rather loud yelp as his thrusts became harder and faster.

Part of her wanted to fight, but part of her was also willing to accept what was going on as she felt him place her back on the ground. He was in her central field of vision moving back and forth, in and out as he lifted her lovely legs up to the point that her ankles were up near her head. She was surprisingly flexible and as he gripped her supple breasts to squeeze them, the young seer couldn't help but pant almost in tandem with his.

"P...please... Ahhh...." Viola moaned, her breathing sporadic with each hard jab into her waiting womanhood.

[Whitebrand]

"Now you're getting into the spirit of things," Brand grunted as he drilled her to the forest floor.

He decided to cheat a bit, using his magic to enhance her pleasure as he forced himself on her. He was coming very close to his own climax and didn't want to come alone. He helpless body got hotter as the primal pleasure of sex became more intense. The dragon roughly started slapping his hips against her thighs, his wings flapping excitedly as he made his latest conquest. He reached down and gripped the hair on the back of her head, making her look up at him as he showed her who was the master here.

[TestamentofDeath]

"Haaaah! Ahhh! Ahhh!" Viola cried out, her erotic voice loud and echoing a fair amount of distance as she was claimed all alone on the forest floor. Her mind couldn't think properly and as he pounded his rod into her, a sense of calmness and acceptance was worming its way into her mind. They were joined together and despite his size and her first time, Viola wasn't finding it as painful as she felt originally.

She was resisting, just a little bit even as her body felt as if it was on fire. Whatever resistance she had were being eroded away and her grunts of pleasure were becoming sighs. She was beginning... to smile. As if she wanted more, the young woman reached up with her legs and tried to wrap them around her captor, almost urging him to go harder, deeper, and faster.

She was forced to look up only at him, her master, and Viola was no more than a willing puppet to be manipulated and used.

[Whitebrand]

"There you are," Brand said as he smiled down at her as though her were a benefactor granting his new pet a favor. "That's a good girl."

This went on for several more minutes before he decided he couldn't hold back any more. He arched his back and finally let himself relax and let go into her. He let out a loud, satisfied-sounding groan as he filled her with his seed. It was a good, drawn-out one much like the one he'd had with Allura. Another slave conquered. He sighed and relaxed, slowing down and letting himself rest.

He pulled himself out of her and sat back on his knees, gazing down on his exhausted prey. He took a couple of breaths, letting his heart rate slow down and his body cool off a bit. He reached down and picked her up, his hands pinning her arms to her sides. He held her out in front of him for a moment, admiring his work.

[TestamentofDeath]

She couldn't think straight. No matter how much her mind tried to resist, it was too much. Viola was much to weak to stave off both a mental and sexual assault and as she collapsed into the throes of pleasure, the only thing left that she could think about was the desire for more. She cried out and moaned, as loud and as pleased as she felt as her lover ravished her slender body.

Minutes later, a particularly forceful and hard thrust sent her body shuddering in ecstasy and he filled her up with his hot seed. Viola's blissful features signified her acceptance of this enjoyment and as he slowed down and eventually stopped, Viola seemed to curl up a little. When he pulled out, there was a moment of rest before she felt him pick her up once more.

A cream-filled treat to be enjoyed, that was what Viola is at this point as she stared ahead at her master with a smile. Trapped and unable to move other than her long, stocking-clad legs waving blissfuly about to give him a better view of his conquest. A second, lovely young woman who came here with a stranger. She forgot about her companion at this point though, but she had half a mind to let him know.