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Nareesa fought the Agrith's grip on her wrist and inched her claws closer to the dagger buried blade-down in the soft jungle earth. She glared at the handle and hid the horror coursing through her, her male enemy between her legs and already taking his spoils of war.

The Agrith leered over her heaving breasts, pinning her to the earth by her wrists, his stinking breaths huffing between pointed teeth as he thrust between her forced open legs. Her naked purple scales hissed dry against his harder, tan-scaled body, his hard, selfish fucking driving her ass into the soil. Her calves slid against him and her feet kicked as she struggled, her clawed toes curling in the air as she fought for purchase.

A simple loin-tie would have stopped the bigger, stronger Agrith from raping her the instant she was down, but her tribe would have none of it. The worsening Agrith invasion had forced her women to take up weapons, but centuries of tradition would not be undone, and the law of absolute nudity for warriors had been forced upon her just like their males.

He growled in pleasure, his swollen phallus spurting the thick, sticky lust of his kind as he took her, the musk running down her thighs and buttocks, letting him thrust free and deep despite the dryness of her revulsion and terror. The tall, tan-scaled Agrith lizard sported barbs and bone-scales on his back and head, far different to her smaller, smooth-scaled purple form. They were similar enough where it counted though, and her kind would be bred out of existence if the invasion didn't turn.

Nareesa rammed her outstretched hand closer to the dagger, but he pinned her arms to the earth like a boulder. Trying to bring her legs up to get a foot under his chest only opened her further for his fucking and made him growl in enjoyment. Panic surged at how far away the dagger seemed. It showed on her face and she shot a terror-stricken glace up at his seedy, lecherous gaze.

His eyes sparkled with triumph, his thrusts hard and confident. He shuddered and growled at how she must feel, his forked tongue flicking out to taste her desperate breaths, his fucking selfish but measured, his enjoyment of her blatant.

She struggled harder, jerking her hand toward the dagger, her glances shooting between it and his stare, her bare breasts bouncing with his hard thrusts, her open legs kicking uselessly around his fucking, her ass and shoulder-blades ground into the earth with the entirety of his weight.

His grip tightened with his growing pleasure, every thrust of that Agrith cock wearing down his resistance and bringing him closer to the release that would see her seeded and pregnant with Agrith eggs.

That a snarling, drooling invader of her lands was feeling such things with her set her blood alight.

She jerked for the dagger again, and again, refusing to show fear as he had her, her claws reaching and reaching...

And snapping around the handle.

She snatched the dagger from the earth, tore her arm from his grip and stabbed straight up at his face. He flinched an arm up and her wrist collided hard with it, the dagger bouncing from her opened fingers and tumbling away. She brought a leg back, got a foot under his stomach, and kicked his filthy, leaking phallus out of her with a howl.

The Argrith landed on his side and scrambled to his clawed feet like something possessed.

She leaped up empty-handed, glanced at the dagger by her feet, and darted down to snatch it up.

His bulk hit her square in the chest and she yelped, staggering, but the handle weighed solid in her hand and she slashed wildly, catching something and raking the edge against it.

He roared and leapt back from her, claws up and feet apart, teeth bared, a crimson cut along the muscles of his right arm.

She bared her teeth and held the blade up between them, her off-hand out for balance like she'd been taught. Drawing blood emboldened her. The moment he'd thrust inside had stolen something from her as a warrior and a woman, but now she'd restored the balance a little and she relished it, brandishing the blade.

He began to circle her, eyeing her nakedness with open hunger despite the wound. His fully-engorged phallus throbbed up at her, its sensitive flesh deep-red with his coursing blood, shining with the fresh wetness of her, twitching with his fast heartbeats. His large, heavy ballsack hung beneath, armored with thicker scales, full of the potent seed that was driving her kind extinct.

She begged he was too distracted by her nudity and flush with fresh pleasure to fight. Sounds of the jungle came back to her as they stalked each other, distant birdsong and chittering insects. Her tribe and the thatched hut she called home were mockingly close.

He lunged so fast she yelped and slashed at the movement on instinct. The flat of the dagger bounced off a hard, powerful arm and she stepped back as his grabbing hands missed her by inches. He went back to stalking opposite her in their circle and grinned at her fear.

She glanced at his twitching member as they circled. It stirred things in her that she fought down with revulsion, but they were there regardless, and she shuddered looking at it. The warriors of her kind were celibate, another thing that had been forced upon her, and her last brief mating was more than two years ago now.

The voice of outcast Seer Grith echoed in her ears, his crying speech to the whole tribe wasted on the chief's ears:

"We are throwing our women at them naked and filled with the lust of abstinence! Nearly every one has been raped by their warriors, and many more taken to their camps and used by their males for pleasure. We will soon be fighting a generation of Agrith warriors not from afar, not from beyond our jungles, but from within them! Not foreign warriors born from the bellies of Agrith women in distant lands, but born from the bellies of our own women in our own land! Agrith warriors with our blood in their veins, our women's sons and daughters killing and raping our kind!"

She blinked and focused back on the Agrith, but her eyes strayed back to that twitching phallus and the dire threat behind it. He'd raped her for only a few moments, but the damage was done.

She'd felt him, and now he'd felt her.

Her heart beat hard and the blood rushed in her ears. Gripping the blade tight, she stepped into their circle and darted the dagger at his guard, trying to catch his arm again.

The blade passed through empty air.

Hissing, she shifted her feet and swept it down for his thigh.

The blade passed through empty space; his clawed foot slammed into her hip and sent her off balance.

She cried out, recovered, and snapped back to her ready stance. Shaken, the blade quivering in the air, she breathed and glanced at his loins.

He growled, deep and full of desire, his tongue flicking out and his teeth showing, his phallus leaking, his eyes fixed to her mons.

Panic gripped her again. Her eyes were still on his manhood, her breaths fast and hot, her belly flushed.

The Agrith grinned, relaxed his stance, and gestured towards himself. Then he gestured to her, motioning towards his erection, tongue flicking out. She didn't need words to understand. Mate with me, woman. I see where you are looking.

The arrogance bristled her anger and she lunged, slashing out. Resistance caught the blade's edge and a cry of pain met her swing. Elation surged through her and she lashed out again, stepping in to his blur of movement and arcing the dagger up to head height, but an elbow rammed into her stomach.

The breath burst out of her and her strength deserted her in a moment. His horrific grip clamped around her wrist and crushed so hard she cried out and the blade tumbled from her opened fingers.

She twisted away but her arm snapped taught, trapped in his hold. He growled, blood running from another fresh wound on his shoulder, and snapped her back towards him.

Her feet tripped over each other and she stumbled straight into his arms. He rumbled in delight as she hissed and screamed, trapped in his bear-hug, her breasts forced up against his chest and their faces together in horrible intimacy. She lunged a bite for his neck but her teeth slid off his scales and snapped together as he jerked his head back. He spun her around by her shoulders and pulled her against him, squashing her tail against his groin and holding arms together against her belly.

Hard heat slid against her ass and he growled in pleasure, humping at her, wetness leaking on to her scales. Nareesa struggled and twisted in his grip, but her struggles lifted her tail and moved it aside.

The solid, thick muscle of that Agrith phallus slipped under her tail and up into her already-wet intimacy. She cried out, forced to the tips of her toes, her eyes bolt-wide at the fresh violation.

He growled in delight and rammed his groin hard up against her ass.

She twisted wildly but he had her. He started fucking her against her bare backside, jerking up hard under her tail, his engorged length slipping easily in the wetness her own lust had betrayed her with.

She cried out with his thrusts this time, the sensations raw and her body thrumming with unwanted heat. The pleasure growling from him shot fear and horror through her heart; her instincts knew he wouldn't last much longer.

She struggled but thrust after thrust smacked against her bare backside and sunk him fully in every time. Pleasure sparked in her and she weakened, her struggles going half-hearted, her feet lifted to their tip-toes and her tail moved aside a little to let him in. The horror of bearing Agrith eggs won out though and she twisted harder in his grip, managing to angle herself enough to bring a leg up and kick one of his knees.

His knee bent back and he cried out in pain and surprise. She wrenched an arm free and jabbed her elbow back into his face, connecting hard with a cheek bone, and his dripping phallus slipped out of her before it could spread the Agrith invasion into her belly and her blood.

She broke into a sprint but the Argrith bellowed in rage and pounded after her on hook-clawed feet. Nareesa jumped over a fallen log at the cleaning's edge and ran blind with panic, weaving between trees and crashing through thickets in stumbling terror.

His pounding footfalls came close, a hand clamped on the end of her tail, and he pulled; she screamed, lost her footing, and crashed down into the dirt between a group of trees. He came down behind her, grabbed her tail with both hands, and hauled her backwards.

She scrambled on all fours but her claws and feet raked through the soft soil. The Agrith grabbed her hips and his groin pressed up against her raised behind. She struggled but it was too late; his phallus found her wet mons again and sunk back into her heat with ease.

She wailed but he gripped her hips, forced her tail up against his chest, and fucked her raised pussy with fresh snarls of ecstasy and triumph. He leaned over her hindquarters, put a hand on her back, and forced her face down into the dirt with his weight. Her back curved down under the strain and her wails turned to groans of unwilling pleasure, her raised hindquarters defenseless.

Her cheeks lit hot as he had her this time, her moans betraying her, her belly flushed hot and her wetness mixing with his sticky musk to let him fuck her deep. Pleasure shivered through her sharper and higher, her celibate years leaving her vulnerable, her back arching under him with how raw and male he felt, his claws holding her hindquarters fast.

He snarled in euphoria, close to release, and an image of her belly swollen with Agrith eggs flashed before her eyes.

She fought with a fresh burst of strength and managed to kick back at his thigh. His phallus slid out of her, his grip weakened a moment, and she lunged to her belly on the earth and scrambled forward. He just grabbed her hips though and dragged her back underneath him.

Nareesa screamed and kicked but he flipped her over, spread her legs open, and pulled her beneath him so his phallus arced up above her bared sex. She shrieked but he lunged down and pinned her wrists to the earth like before, his tongue licking his lizard lips and eyes burning bright in anticipation. His tip found her and she squirmed, legs kicking on either side of him, but he thrust down into her and settled against her inner thighs with a shiver.

Her cry dissolved in a startled moan and she winced under him. He gathered her wrists together into a single hand and held himself over her, his muscular body held in tension, then began to thrust.

This time she winced and moaned, still reluctant, but filled with pleasure she couldn't hide. His eyes sparkled, drinking her reaction in, sinking into her again and again with a pace designed to draw this out, to savor her and enjoy his conquest.

A loud moan welled from her and she shied from his gaze in shame. A strong warrior woman of her tribe moaning like a whore for her enemy, his loins thrusting between her open legs, her belly ready to carry his eggs. Every thrust built the ecstasy in her though and she yelped louder, helpless and writhing under him, her legs sliding up against his scales, her feet curling and stretching in the air.

The Agrith groaned above her, eyes wincing shut, his thrusts deep and hard, his voice almost pained at what he was feeling. He leaned all his weight on the hand pinning her wrists over her head and used his other to take the globes of her breasts into his selfish grasp, squeezing them and rubbing her nipples as he raped her.

Nareesa shuddered, her nipples hard in her arousal, the clash of sensations from his groping mixing with the pleasure coursing between her legs. The last of her strength burned away in that heat, her belly on fire, her instincts crying out for him to keep thrusting.

He did, faster, and his faced changed to wonder, his mouth falling open, his movements taking on a desperate, urgent edge.

She cried in horror, bucking against his hold with weak struggles, but her voice was too torn with pleasure to resist this time.

He slammed down into her and ground against her thighs, bucking hard in his release, the fierce warrior reduced to a moaning adolescent lizard by the ecstasy of breeding her. Surge after surge of Argrith seed flowed unseen into her belly, the hot warmth and pressure against her inside. He bucked against her with twitching muscles, his face full of the euphoria of his conquest.

Her mind screamed at her to take action: he was vulnerable, enthralled in his climax, but she just panted beneath him, his loins buried deep inside. She hadn't climaxed around him yet, but she was close, and another few minutes of thrusting like that would force the pleasure out of her and drive her too wild to resist any more.

She couldn't let it happen, couldn't give him the satisfaction of breaking her spirit and turning her into a whore for his cock.

Jerking her wrists hard, she broke a hand free of his grip and snapped it up around his throat. She squeezed hard against his pounding veins, wide-eyed and grimacing with her legs slid up against his sides.

The Agrith let out a strangled cry of shock and glared down at her, his eyes still dull in his afterglow. He ground his hips down harder, but made no move to stop her or seize her arm.

Nareesa snarled, gripping his throat, her claws pressing in against his veins.

He grinned, breathing deep, letting her.

Her claws bit into his scales, deeper, closer to cutting.

A growl rumbled through him and his free hand went to her bare leg. He stroked from her calf up to her thigh, then moved to her ass and squeezed, feeling her. Then he stroked the backs of his fingers against her cheek, never breaking eye contact with her the entire time

She hesitated, her claws on the edge of puncturing his neck. His seed was in her. She'd already lost. If she did it, she'd be murdering the father of her eggs.

His hand came up, grasped her wrist, and pulled her away from his throat.

Nareesa didn't struggle. She just breathed and stared as he pinned her hands back above her head, dominating her, and began to thrust his still-hard phallus deep and squelching in his leaking seed.

She moaned out loud, overcome, his thrusts fucking her into a yelping mess of building climax. Her pride shriveled over the next few minutes, her sexual submission tearing the fragile identity she'd built as a warrior apart.

It rushed quickly from his constant thrusts, lighting her insides in ecstasy and crashing over her in a wave that forced her into shocked, intimate eye contact with him, her pleasure bearing her soul to her enemy as he thrust again and again and she clenched around his fucking cock, wilted under him, and let the peak of her euphoria out in loud, unbearable moans.

He drunk every moment of her in as she succumbed, huffing hot breaths over her face and gazing into her soul.

Her spirit as a warrior burned away in that stare. She came hard around his deep thrusts, squeezing him inside her, his seed leaking down her ass as he fucked her through it, her moans begging him to hold her down and fuck her harder, to fill her belly up again with more Agrith seed, her pleasure turning rape into something almost consensual.

The Agrith's appetite for her burned on after her submission. He inflicted hour after hour on her that passed slowly between moments of horror as reality hit and she struggled, and others of ecstasy as she submitted and held him, cumming around his cock, letting him seed her again and again.

Exhausted and used, she lay limp on the ground near nightfall, her athletic body sating his ravenous lust only after a full afternoon. He bound her wrists, slung her over his shoulder, and set off into the jungle. Her bare ass hung beside his head and lines of his seed leaked from under her tail to run down her legs and drip from her bare feet. Her painful arms dangled down his back and her dull, empty stare wavered between his muscular tail and the ground as he carried her away through the sounds of chittering insects.

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He stalked with speed and purpose even after the exertions of breeding her for hours. She just dangled limp against him, her bound wrists swaying with his steps, sore and raw and wracked with shame.

The trees became familiar. Startled, she blinked and looked around them, and saw the edge of her tribe's camp. He just kept walking as though the camp wasn't there. None of the huts looked occupied and dread gripped her.

Then one came into view, still smoldering, the body of one of her tribe's men sprawled on the earth.

Nareesa just stared in horror, fixed to that body, and he carried her toward the main communal hut in the camp's center.

Muffled screams reached her, and worse, feminine moans and cries. Agrith growls rumbled beneath the sounds, low and full of exertion.

He pushed through the thatched doorway, the reeds dragging over her back, and spine-chilling sounds of rape filled her ears in the hot, humid space. The pungent scent of male Agrith musk hit her along with the sweeter scents of sex. He carried her forward and some of her tribe's women and adolescent girls came into view, all of them laying open-legged under thrusting Agrith warriors in the hut's ring of nests. An older women's face was full of horror, a younger woman's defeat, and worst of all, the youngest girl she could see gasped in pleasure, her hands gripping her rapist's muscular arms as he fucked her, his jagged grin full of utter delight.

The one carrying her walked to the open circle in the middle of the floor and dumped her straight off his shoulder without warning.

She crashed hard onto wooden boards and cried out in pain. His foot hit her back and he shouted something in Agrith tongue to the rest of the hut.

Answering snarls rose up around them and he kicked her harder. She cried out again, then climbed up to her knees, knelt on the floor with her bound wrists in her naked lap, and stared around at the scene with wide eyes.

Her tribe's females of laying age had been gathered into the common hut that once held dances and meals. At least twenty Agrith warriors to a dozen of her women, some watching with engorged erections around the edge of the room or by the sides of the nests her people were being violated in, others with hanging, spent phalluses still leaking their vile seed, fresh from raping one of her kin.

It meant all of her tribe's men were dead.

The realization hit her full-force, but the one who'd brought her didn't give her time to grieve. He grabbed the tie on her wrists and hauled her up to standing. She staggered and backed away into the the open space of wooden decking at the center of the hut, her body aching after the abuse he'd put her though.

Cheers and laughs came from around the hut. Some had stopped in their vile work to look up at her and others had left their screaming, sobbing, or moaning women to gather around and heckle her.

Her captor called out toward the edge of the hut, eyes fixed to her, and something heavy clanged to the wooden boards by her feet.

An Agrith short-sword. She stared, wide-eyed for a moment, then snatched it up in her bound hands and held it out between them.

Cheers and roars went up around her. Her captor pointed at her and shouted a phrase that she knew had the words "enemy" and "warrior" in it, then accepted an identical short sword from a nearby male at the edge of the wooden decking. He raised it and advanced on her, holding it one-handed with his other back for balance.

The tip of the blade shook in her hands as he approached. Defeat weighed heavily on her and leaked from her raw, used body between her legs. Part of her had died when she'd yelped in ecstasy for his rough fucking - the same part that had swung her dagger with hope and determination.

Her women watched her. A warrior who was supposed to protect them, to have saved them from this awful fate.

She glanced at his loins. They were flaccid, his desire for her sated for now. Panic thumped hard in her chest - if he didn't want her, he might kill her as a show of strength. There were plenty of other bellies here to bear Agrith eggs.

The tie on her wrists hobbled any finer movement with the heavy sword. She clutched it in both hands, usable enough, but it wasn't the fast, light dagger she'd trained with at all and panic pounded through her.

He advanced closer, grinning, the heckling from the Agrith males rising like a tide in the hut. He stabbed out and she flinched back in panic, her feet stumbling, and laughing jeers cascaded around her. She held the sword up and moved quickly to gain more space, but he angled around her, forcing her nearer the edge of the circle and the crowd.

A hand slapped her bare ass hard and she yelped. Laughs went up behind her and she glanced back into jagged teeth and staring eyes. More clawed hands grabbed at her ass and tail and she darted back into the circle, closing quickly with him.

He slashed at her and metal clanged. She cried out in shock but gripped the sword, warding off another few attacks.

He was playing with her. Striking the sword instead of her body, scaring her, forcing her backwards against his advance.

It worked. Her spirit gone, her hands shaking, she staggered away and cried out in terror when he struck. Agrith hands groped at her when she neared the edge until one shoved her and sent her staggering back into the ring.

Their blades clashed and her grip failed. It tumbled from her bound hands to clang on the floor and she cried in terror, darting back into the hands of the crowd. They grabbed her legs, midriff, and arms from behind and she struggled, watching him advance on her with wide eyes fixed to the point of his extended sword.

The point moved to her throat and he gestured for her to come forward. The crowd let her go and she did, shaking and detached, walking a step at a time with the blade's tip inches from her jugular.

He walked her to the center of the floor and gestured down. She knelt in front of him without hesitating, her heart thrashing, the terror of death gripping her. He smiled, then turned the blade aside and struck her head with its flat.

Nareesa hissed and clutched the stabbing pain, an ear ringing. Jeers and laughs went up through the tent and her eyes heated, blurring, and tears ran down her cheeks. The flat tip of the sword pressed against her chin, and she didn't resist as he used it to force her head up so she'd look at him with tears in her eyes.

He gestured to one side and heavy steps came towards them. An Agrith male appeared to her right, his half-engorged phallus swinging between his legs. He grinned down at her and stepped to bring it waving in her face - the sword drew back and the crowd began to chant in a demand that she didn't need to translate.

She closed her eyes, the tears shed down her cheeks, then opened her mouth and took him on to her tongue.

Laughs and cheers went up as she started massaging him in her mouth and tasting his awful musk. The taste of one of her women's sexes was probably also there, maybe the sweeter hint under his overpowering scent. He growled in enjoyment and his phallus hardened on her tongue until it felt rigid and a foul squirt of thick precum filled her mouth.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she worked, drawing growls and groans out of him, the crowd chanting something else now.

She nursed a repugnant climax from him and he slapped his hands around her head, forcing her to swallow every thick ejaculation, then choke when it was too much and cough his seed through her burning nostrils.

They laughed at her, all of them. The male she'd just pleasured like a submissive whore pulled his still-leaking phallus from her mouth and left her gasping and coughing on his vile seed. She hung her head and sobbed, seed and tears on her bare breasts, until hands grabbed her and shoved her to her feet.

The Agrith who'd caught her led her to a corner of the hut, bound her to one of the thick pillars by her wrists, and forced her to keel on a grass mat. Another male walked up and waved his phallus in her face, the sword went to her throat, and she took another Agrith male onto her tongue and pleasured him with fresh tears leaking from her closed eyes.