Have some fun with you themselves.
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You feel cold. A passing breeze sends a shiver over your skin, and your nipples harden. Then, suddenly, you yelp in pain as two pairs of cruel fingers grab hold and twist them both.
You open your eyes.
You are lying on your back on the ground, both arms tied at the wrists beneath you. You are completely naked, with even your shaman markings washed off you, and you are still completely wet; the sound of a nearby stream drifts to your ears from the darkness. More immediate in your attentions, however, is the merlurn slaver squatting over your body. Another half-breed; the pure-blooded merlurn cannot breed with each other, requiring mates from other races to populate their own. Such mid-caste merlurn appear as dark-skinned, dark-haired, red-eyed versions of their other parent's species. The one above you now, you judge, has elf blood in his ancestry. Seeing your eyes open, he grins cruelly. He is as naked as you are, and his black cock stands away from his body, hard and eager.
"Ahh, you're awake... good..." he growls. Giving another sharp pinch to your nipples, he lets his knees bend to the ground and sits atop you, his weight pressing the air from your lungs and keeping you from drawing full breath. His hands shift to hold your breasts in a full, tight grip. "Half the fun is seeing how you react," he adds, and squeezes his member between your breasts, sliding your water-slick skin against his own. He moans, and begins to rock his hips against your cleavage. You hear laughter from nearby.
You:
