The party was decimated. Aura Whitewind beheld the onslaught helplessly. Though an elf with formidable powers over nature and the healing arts, she could not prevent her brethren from being cut down by the cunning ambush laid for them. Their foes came from the earth itself, springing from ancient tunnels beneath their very feet. Lizardmen, a whole raiding party bent on loot and glory.
The pitched battle ended almost as soon as it began for Aura. While she stood back and prepared to rejuvenate her failing allies, a blow to the back of her fair head darkened the world for her. The next thing she knew, the young elf was being dragged by her ankles into the darkness of the Lizardmen tunnels.
Struggle could not assist her. She could not free herself from the iron grip of her inhuman captor. One glance at the beasts face made her gasp in horror. Lizardmen were hulking brutes, a mad mix between dragon and human. Its strong arms bulged with muscles and long fingers ended in cruel claws. Its defined torso resembled that of a blacksmiths, yet covered in yellowy scales to contrast the green about its back and thick tail. And its head nigh crocodilian, with great yellow eyes glowing in the darkness above a great maw lined with sharp teeth. The bestial eyes already preyed on the pale elfish's luscious body.
Aura winced. The frail tunic beneath couldn't protect her from the rocky soil beneath, nor the monster's savage intent. When it stopped she found herself laid on a crude mat - the Lizardman's camp. This one must have been an opportunist, preying on the outskirts of the raiding party's victories. His loot was his own. And his prize tonight? A young, fertile elf.
Without delay or thought of courting her, the Lizardman spread her legs and slashed open her thin tunic. Aura's ageless breasts were nonetheless young for an elf, and inexperienced with the touch of a man. The reptile's grip gave no mercy to them. Claws made for rending flesh scratched her sensitive globes, and the lizard's forked tongue lashed her gasping lips. He tested his prize - smelling her floral scent, tasting her feminine flesh, and realized that he had caught an elf worth a hundred human smoothskins. This one the beast would not sell to slavers, oh no. This one would become his personal clutch-bearer.
To Aura's horror, she saw in the torchlight the beast spread her legs wide and rear up. His crimson malehood emerged. Scales moved back and released its terrible phallus, red as blood and etched in veins that pulsed with virility. There was hardly anything human about the cock. The head tapered to a point at its tip while the shaft swelled with great lumps and spheres as a snake that had swallowed several meals. Countless throbbing vessels clasped each bulbous mound, toughening soft flesh to stony hardness. In moments the beastly member swelled to its full size, dwarfing any cock the elf had ever seen.