Munachi
Sumaq Sipas
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Lewla had problems to understand everything Dalis told her, but she understood that the female Drow appearantly thought her as cute, like a little cat. Somewhere in her mind her thoughts rebelled against this - she was a warrior, she had fought, even if she was young and a lot smaller than those Drows. But she knew she shouldn't protest. With Dalis, it seemed, she would be safe, at least for a while.
But before that she had to endure Dred. ven him finis vit ou, mabe two, tree days... The word "finish" echoed in her head - she could just hope that when he was finished with her she would still be alive. Two or three days sounded like eternity. But after that, maybe, with Dalis, there would be a way to get away? Or a way to find out what happened to the others? It occured to Lewla that it might be her duter as a fighter to survive, that this might be a chance to help the others, later on. It would be difficult. From childhood on she had been a bit rebellious, never done what her parents told her (who also very strongly had disagreed with her training to join the war) - but she would have to do what she was told if she wanted to survive...
Dred returned, and just seeing him, seeing him undress, made her shiver with fear. "what do you think, you are female do you think she is untouched, or do you think she has been gotten by some dirty little girl boy of a Pixie?"
At this moment already Lewla had to bite her lips to not spit at him in disgust and anger - then she felt how he grabbed her and dragged her closer to him, then he took his other hand and pointing his forefinger out put it to Lewla's sex. then without taking his eyes off her he forced his finger into her when it was halfway he shoved it hard the rest of the way home. It was in fact the first time anyone touched Lewla in there, and the sensation, along with the pain due to his roughness shocked her. She bit her lip harder and tried to blanken her expression - she would have liked to have cried, and even more to get away from him, from his finger, but she knew this would have been a mistake. And she didn't want him to see just how much it hurt. She felt the taste of blood in her mouth, from biting her lip so hard.
"here cat, lick it clean it has Pixie scum on it." For a second she had felt some relieve when he had removed his finger, but now having to lick it clean somehow made her feel even more degraded than it had to have to lick all his body. For a second again she felt the strong urge to protest, but she forced herself to do as told, and to do so without too much hesitation.
From the corner of her eye she could see Dalis wiping some tears away. She truely seemed to have taken some liking to her. It confused her - she always had known Drows only as her enemies, she had hardly thought them as beings with emotions as her own. For a second all the thoughts going through her mind confused her enough to stop at licking his finger, and instead gazed thoughtfully into the air. Only a second, then she remembered how this could be interpreted as not doing what she was told and quickly she continued.
But before that she had to endure Dred. ven him finis vit ou, mabe two, tree days... The word "finish" echoed in her head - she could just hope that when he was finished with her she would still be alive. Two or three days sounded like eternity. But after that, maybe, with Dalis, there would be a way to get away? Or a way to find out what happened to the others? It occured to Lewla that it might be her duter as a fighter to survive, that this might be a chance to help the others, later on. It would be difficult. From childhood on she had been a bit rebellious, never done what her parents told her (who also very strongly had disagreed with her training to join the war) - but she would have to do what she was told if she wanted to survive...
Dred returned, and just seeing him, seeing him undress, made her shiver with fear. "what do you think, you are female do you think she is untouched, or do you think she has been gotten by some dirty little girl boy of a Pixie?"
At this moment already Lewla had to bite her lips to not spit at him in disgust and anger - then she felt how he grabbed her and dragged her closer to him, then he took his other hand and pointing his forefinger out put it to Lewla's sex. then without taking his eyes off her he forced his finger into her when it was halfway he shoved it hard the rest of the way home. It was in fact the first time anyone touched Lewla in there, and the sensation, along with the pain due to his roughness shocked her. She bit her lip harder and tried to blanken her expression - she would have liked to have cried, and even more to get away from him, from his finger, but she knew this would have been a mistake. And she didn't want him to see just how much it hurt. She felt the taste of blood in her mouth, from biting her lip so hard.
"here cat, lick it clean it has Pixie scum on it." For a second she had felt some relieve when he had removed his finger, but now having to lick it clean somehow made her feel even more degraded than it had to have to lick all his body. For a second again she felt the strong urge to protest, but she forced herself to do as told, and to do so without too much hesitation.
From the corner of her eye she could see Dalis wiping some tears away. She truely seemed to have taken some liking to her. It confused her - she always had known Drows only as her enemies, she had hardly thought them as beings with emotions as her own. For a second all the thoughts going through her mind confused her enough to stop at licking his finger, and instead gazed thoughtfully into the air. Only a second, then she remembered how this could be interpreted as not doing what she was told and quickly she continued.