The Sunless Citadel

     Greenish light from a torch flickered off of the bronze skin of Tahira, efreet-born rogue, as she dodged a blow from the creature's claws. It was a hideous creature, a mixture of elf and troll, 9 feet tall, putrid grey skin, emaciated, and seemed intent on crushing her. The spindly limbs possessed a surprising strength, knocking chips of stone out the wall, Tahira shuddered to think what that power would do to her if he caught her. And despite her dire straits, she was all too aware of his maleness. The clothes he had been entombed in had rotted away, and the combat tore what shreds had been left away in no time. Tahira tried to dash around the monster, finding the quarters too cramped for her to last long, when her luck failed her.

     With speed surprising for a being so large, the dragon priest lashed out with his fist, catching Tahira across the face and knocking her to the ground. The taste of blood filled her mouth as she looked up at the beast above her, praying to whichever deity would listen to keep her alive. Whichever deity heard her prayer, it was not a merciful one.

     The dragon priest glared down at her, then cocked his head and sniffed the air. His cock began to rise, hardening to a length that terrified Tahira. In a panic, she tried backpedaling away, before the monster fell on her with a fury that eclipsed the bloodlust he had previously shown. She found her clothes ripped away, her struggles failed to earn her anything beyond a collection of bruises she didn't notice at the moment. He took hold of her by her hair and slammed her face against the wall, until she nearly lost consciousness. She went limp in his grasp. While she hovered between consciousness and the darkness, the beast took his chance, forcing her legs wide and slamming himself deep in her. The agony tore through her haze, she tried to scream out her suffering but couldn't, the pain stole her breath away. The monster relentlessly pounded into her cunt, inch after agonizing inch tearing into her, ripped out, and forced back into her. With a bellow, he slammed into her again, his cock blasting rope after rope of cum deep into her, before pulling out and backhanding her again, knocking her unconscious.

     Darkness brought no peace for her, her rape brought back years she had tried to block out, years living in the palace of her father, watching her mother succumb, forced to serve the efreeti baron in return for ensuring her family line would not die with her. True to his word, her father had enhanced her mother's fertility, a spell that would follow the family line. Then he imprisoned her and raped her, breaking her until she was a mindless breeding sow. As they became of age, he did likewise to her sisters, her many, many sisters, while her brothers received training to be his soldiers. She had run away to escape the curse, to be a woman, not a broodmare.

     With that last remembrance, Tahira awoke, looking around for her attacker. He was nowhere to be seen. She had to act fast if she was to escape. Pain arced through her head as she tried to move, she got no farther than her knees before the agony and the memories caused her to become sick. She thought she had escaped her father, and she did. But not her father's curse. Her hand went to her belly, somehow knowing that the dragon priest had used her to father some sort of abomination, what type only time would tell. She knelt, her head resting against the cold stone of the crypt's floor, and wept.