Re: Battle & Breeding
Faeyna mutters and growls in her sleep, thrashing helplessly. In her mind she was once again back home, in her tribes section of the Groatfen. The full moon was visible through the vent in the roof above. The egg of Sselveras, Mother of Creation as they called it. When the egg was fully formed once more in the sky, the souls of those who passed came down to be granted new life. And as the god/desses greatest fragments, it was her people's duties to seed as many new lives as they could.
All but hers. Faeyna was tied up against the wall, hissing and cursing at her bonds. The heat of Sselveras' egg was no less bearable for a forktail like herself. But as one of those who manifested the god/desses fertility and magic, her purpose was to enhance others chances to reproduce, not to reproduce herself. Those who ignored this sacred duty often became Brood Knights, selfish beasts who sired and birthed young as weapons instead of acting to the Great Unification and as shepherds of the Cycle of Life.
So she could instead only watch as lizardfolk rutted and writhed in great masses outside. She watched as a human female was spit roasted between two of the Blackscales, crossbreeds of ogres and lizardfolk of great size. Her magic allowed the coupling safely. Several kobolds and a hydra were making use of her own mother, the Alpha of the tribe. She'd be blessed with quite the offspring if the hydra's immortal seed managed to take.
Her father was servicing several of the beta females, his hands working a few of her half siblings into readiness for their mating with a few strangely shadowy entities.
And here she was trapped, hard and panting and forced to watch the endless coupling, before someone approached her. Alia, or was it? She seemed... Off? She couldn't look at the mage directly, her eyes just kept sliding off of her. Alia's mouth worked, but no sound came out. Yet Faeyna still knew what she said. "I can free you of your bonds. Serve me, service me, breed wildly and without reserve, and lead your offspring to a superior life, one that will drown all opposers in pleasures of the flesh and devotion to your body and virility."
It was wrong...
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"No! No, I won't break my oath, my purpose! Begone, demon!," snarled Faeyna with such anger she actively lunged forwards in her sleep, hurling herself right back at the Djinn.
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Course, the problem with attacking in your sleep is you have no idea what you're doing. So obviously, her swipes didn't come close to the Djinn. Her eyes opened right after, blinking in confusion.
"...The fuck happened? Uh... right, defiled one. I'm going to return you to the god/dess so that your soul may have a cleansed future!"