A/N: Time for the queenie to get her turn~

Enjoy~

The Mist 2: Rescue Operations

Chapter 11: Queen Elizabeth, Warspite and Valiant

Outside of the Eagle Union dorms, unaware of the horrors going on inside, Queen Elizabeth led her own squad of Ship-Girls towards the underground tunnels heading into the bunker.

The queen huffed, gazing around herself and lazily keeping an eye out for any monsters. She needn't have bothered; her escorts were more than capable of keeping watch. Valiant and Warspite themselves remained on either side of her, grim-faced as they scanned their surroundings, the mist obscuring much of their sight and muddling their senses.

Queen Elizabeth glanced back as several pairs of footsteps neared, spread out enough that she was sure it wasn't monsters. A fact confirmed when the familiar forms of Edinburgh and several other maids came into sight, sweating slightly from the tenseness of the situation, but mercifully unharmed. As per orders they didn't call out their arrival; approaching until they were within whispering distance before speaking.

''We didn't find anything so far, Your Majesty.'' Glasgow informed quietly.

''Nor did my group.'' Newcastle agreed.

''Neither did me and Sheffie.'' Edinburgh nodded proudly.

Queen Elizabeth frowned, gazing past Edinburgh. ''If that is so, then where is Sheffield?''

Edinburgh paused, face still locked in a prideful expression – before she whipped around so fast her glasses nearly fell off. ''G-Gah! She was here just a second ago! C-Crap, we probably got separated in the woods... but Sheffield should be able to make her way here, right? Then surely-''

''Enough dithering.'' Elizabeth cut her frazzled maid short, glaring lightly at Edinburgh. ''Take Glasgow and Newcastle and backtrack. You are to locate Sheffield over anything else. In the event you come under fire, you are to retreat until the monsters abandon your scent, and then continue searching for Sheffield. Understood?''

''A-Ah... yes, Your Majesty...''

With a flustered nod Edinburgh bowed and turned tail, retreating with Newcastle and Glasgow on her heels; all three cruisers disappearing back into the mist, the click of their heels fading into obscurity just as their forms did.

Queen Elizabeth huffed, stifling the twinge of anxiety that swelled in her gut. Sheffield would be fine; these monsters were just weak trash, after all. They were nothing in the face of her Royal Maids. With that thought in mind she kept the escort group moving, gaze briefly staring at the broken-down form of the Eagle Union dormitory as they wandered around it, soon reaching the broken doors that led down into the bunker itself.

''Hm...''

It was dark down there; that was immediately apparent. The concrete walls inside had been significantly damaged and cracked, bits of moss managing to form from the dampness. No lights were to be seen but faint, echoing movement could be heard, confirming that monsters still lurked inside the tunnels – expected, yes, but still unpleasant news. Ship-Girls weren't exactly good at fighting in enclosed spaces; they were warships for heaven's sake, they were meant for big open spaces.

Grimacing in thought Queen Elizabeth deliberated in silence; repeatedly tapping her sceptre against the ground as her escort group awaited her proclamation. Soon, she reached it.

''Norfolk, Centaur.'' Queen Elizabeth called, making both girls flinch. ''Maya, Kinu. You four will remain outside to guard the entrance, allowing the infiltration team to escape without being encircled.''

A shaky nod from Norfolk, a tight smile from Centaur, a gruff nod from Maya and an affirmative salute from Kinu.

''Everyone else, barring Valiant and Warspite, are to enter and search for survivors.'' Queen Elizabeth continued, glancing around them. ''We shall investigate the gardens nearby.''

''I-Is it okay for you to go without any escorts...?'' Leipzig hesitantly spoke up, quailing when the queen gazed at her.

''Hmph. We are not alone.'' Queen Elizabeth gestured to her two sister-ships. ''The three of us are more than capable of handling any riff-raff that dare tread at us with malicious intent.''

She wasn't lying; three Battleships, especially ones who could work in such good synchrony as they could, were no small threat.

''Hah. If you're so scared of the dark, be my guest.'' Deutschland caustically remarked, a mockish smirk on her lips as she turned her back on the Royal Navy queen. ''Deutschland shall assume command inside the bunker then~''

Queen Elizabeth twitched at the affront to her authority, but before she could counter Warspite laid a hand on her shoulder, shaking her head. After a second she bit her tongue and merely huffed, also turning her back on the haughty Ironblood cruiser.

''Do as you wish. Just get your job done.'' Queen Elizabeth remarked loftily, strolling away. ''Warspite, Valiant; with me.''

Twin hums answered her, and soon the trio of Battleships walked off into the mist – following the ruined pathway towards the gardens. The path was destroyed but not so much it was impossible to follow, and despite walking out in the open Queen Elizabeth was fully confident in her own safety; perhaps overconfident, considering the circumstances. However the queen was no stranger to lofty arrogance, and this time was no different.

''Your Majesty...'' Warspite said slowly. ''I don't think it was wise to leave our escorts behind.''

''Hmph. Scared, Warspite?'' Queen Elizabeth teased her sister-ship, flipping some hair over her shoulder. ''What of you, Valiant? Quivering with fear too?''

''Hardly.'' Valiant pushed her chest out pridefully. ''These monsters are nothing in the face of our overwhelming strength!''

''Well said.'' Elizabeth unconsciously leaned into Valiant's confidence, feeding her own.

Warspite, however, remained unconvinced. ''Still... even if these monsters are weak individually, we do not know how numerous they still are. We could be walking into a trap for all we know.''

''Then we shall merely defeat said trap.'' Queen Elizabeth remarked airily, gaze flickering ahead as the gardens came into sight. ''Now no more of that. Lips zipped.''

With a tight expression Warspite reluctantly agreed, falling in line with her two sister-ships. Queen Elizabeth smiled pridefully at that, taking the lead as the trio wandered towards the garden area. Formerly it had been a large square-shaped area surrounded by a lush green hedge with numerous little segments of the garden isolated by more hedges, making it almost like a miniature maze, allowing many groups to have their own private corners to relax in.

Now the hedges were dotted with numerous flowers; many of species Elizabeth couldn't identify. Briefly she brushed it off, but as they walked under the hedge archway and down the ruined concrete path she began to see signs that things weren't quite right. Namely, she began to see bush statues amidst the grass patches – but as she looked closer, she began to realise they looked... off.

''What in the...?'' Queen Elizabeth frowned, approaching one in particular.

Grass crunched underfoot as she stepped on the grass, nearing the grass statue. Numerous large vines littered the area and she carefully stepped over them, remembering something about paralytic vines from the dossier she had to read. After making sure none of the vines were near her she inspected the statue more closely, squinting as she vaguely recalled the odd shape of the statue. Until Valiant approached, and recognised it.

''That's one of the Sakura cruisers that went missing.'' Valiant kept her voice into a quiet, startled whisper. ''Nagara, I believe.''

The second she heard the name Queen Elizabeth remembered, eyes widening slightly as she took in the sight of the cruiser's body. It was honestly hard to tell she had even been human. Her entire body was a lush green hue and her clothes were long gone, vines and moss covering her body all over .It was intimately clear that she was dead and had been for a while, not an ounce of life to be found in her eyes – or rather, the curved bushes that looked like eyes. It was less like a true shrub and more like an expertly-snipped hedge, her figure preserved with ominous detail.

''I've found Isuzu over here.'' Warspite called out from a dozen feet away, inspecting another statue. ''There's one just to my right too. It looks... like a Lizardman?''

''I don't like this.'' Valiant murmured, nudging Elizabeth. ''Perhaps we should leave. It wouldn't be wise to stick around, and have this information be lost should we get distracted.''

Queen Elizabeth frowned... and then sighed. ''Very well. We shall report back to the guarding crew at the Eagle Union dormitory.''

Warspite approached her side at that, a slight smile on her face but not saying anything – betraying the relief she felt. Queen Elizabeth huffed and carefully stepped over the roots and vines littering the garden, soon marching her way out through the archway and into the open.

However after only a short few moments, they began to hear the unmistakable sound of beating wings. Queen Elizabeth frowned and looked upwards even as Warspite and Valiant summoned their riggings, prompting the haughty queen to do the same – all three waiting in tense silence. They were too far out in the open to take cover, leaving their only hope to stay still and hope whatever was flying overhead mistook them for rocks.

Fate however was not on their side. Soon a resounding, guttural rasp echoed through the air – and a large creature dove down from the thick clouds above, swooping down. The beast was nearly eight feet tall and with large leathery wings, the underside of its body white while the rest was an unusual pink colour, its reptilian face accompanied by a pair of curved branch-like horns. Its humanoid frame didn't match the sharp, curved talons on its hands and feet, a long snake-esque tongue lashing out of its mouth.

A Drakin; the offspring of a Dragon and a human.

''Open fire!'' Queen Elizabeth barked, taking aim.

Not a second later three bursts of cannon fire lit up the air, sixteen shells lobbing themselves skyward. The Drakin swerved mid-flight to avoid most of them but three still impacted its underside, erupting into pyroclastic blasts that elicited a loud roar from the beast – its guttural voice echoing across the distance. A roar that was soon joined by two others as twin identical Drakins descended from the skies too, curving down at an angle.

Queen Elizabeth scowled as the first Drakin dove down at them, narrowing her eyes as she reloaded – and just when the Drakin was about to attack, Warspite intervened by stepping in front of her. With a loud war-cry she swung her broadsword up at an angle, striking the side of the Drakin's strong jaw and audibly cracking bone, jerking the beast's head aside but failing to muffle its piteous yelp of pain.

The abrupt attack caused the Drakin to crash into the ground, tumbling over itself past Queen Elizabeth – and before it could roll to a stop Valiant blasted its gut, blowing open its torso section and killing it instantly.

However there was no time for break. With a huff Queen Elizabeth glared up at the two other Drakins and fired upon the rightmost one, her four shells missing by a hair's breadth and flying past the beast. Mercifully Warspite was more accurate; her own eight shells crossing the distance with a muted explosion – with four shells hitting their mark, erupting across the Drakin's side. The beast howled and jerked aside, ascending back up into the sky, but one Drakin was left and they were still reloading their guns.

''Mn!'' Valiant winced as the Drakin soared past her – its taloned hand lashing out and raking through her leftmost turret, shredding through the metal with frightening ease. ''My turret's jammed!''

Queen Elizabeth grunted an affirmative, turning around and firing at the Drakin as it landed on the ground, twisting to face them. Her shells hit true, exploding across its front, but the damage only made the beast growl and lunge at them – propelling itself across the grass and concrete with its clawed hands and feet. The sight made Elizabeth back up with stumbling steps, heart leaping up into her throat.

Valiant came to her rescue, charging the beast with a proud war-cry. She slashed at the Drakin's chest with her sabre, cutting through its armoured scales thanks to her Battleship-class strength – but the beast swiftly punished her for it, grabbing Valiant's right arm and yanking it down. The sudden pull made Valiant yelp, stumbling forwards – and allowed the Drakin to push her down onto the rough floor.

''Nn!'' Valiant winced, panic flooding her expression when the Drakin pinned its knee on her back, its clawed hand landing on the back of her dress – before with a rough yank, it ripped her cape and part of her dress off. ''H-Hey! Help me out here!''

Twin cannons blasts, and two of Warspite's shells hit the Drakin square in the face, blowing its head apart in a shower of blood – the splatters hitting Valiant and making her shudder. Elizabeth had no time to comment on it however as the other Drakin swerved down, and before she could shout out a warning Warspite was snatched off the ground and pulled up by her sides into the air, the blonde Battleship gasping in surprise.

Until Warspite got over her shock, and with a quick grunt she twisted her sword around, and plunged it under her left arm – stabbing the Drakin dead in the stomach.

The Drakin howled in pain, immediately dive-bombing and smashing both of them into the ground. Pinned beneath the beast Warspite took the brunt of the impact, wheezing against the hard dirt and left in a brief daze, her mind jarred by the impact. However when the Drakin shifted up onto its knees and its thick, pointed cock prodded her butt, she most certainly began to resist. She wriggled her way out of its grasp but it just grabbed her sword-arm instead, ripping it off her sword and leaving said weapon buried in the beast's chest, and flipping her onto her back.

Warspite gritted her teeth as the beast pushed against her, it cock pushing directly against her black side-tie panties, the feeling of something so big against her clothed pussy lips igniting a primal fear inside her-

-before Valiant's sabre stabbed into the side of the Drakin's skull, killing it.

''Phew...'' Valiant breathed out a sigh, grunting as she shoved the stiff beast aside – quickly offering her hand to Warspite instead. ''Are you alright, Warspite?''

''Y-Yes.'' Warspite nodded quickly, wincing as she touched her forehead. It was swelling from the sudden face-plant, but otherwise she was remarkably unharmed – minus the mild gashes in her sides from where the Drakin held her.

Queen Elizabeth also felt relieved she was unharmed, but as always she hid it well. ''If you're able, then let us be off before more arrive.''

As if she had just jinxed them, multiple more roars echoed through the skies. Warspite spat out a hasty curse and stumbled up to her feet with Valiant's aid, both girls quickly regrouping with Queen Elizabeth – and with haste the trio fled the area, retreating back in the general direction of the Eagle Union dormitory. However in their haste they got their directions mixed up, and by the time Warspite realised that it was too late to turn around.

''There!'' Queen Elizabeth barked, pointing her sceptre forth towards a half-destroyed statue. ''Regroup under the statue!''

With twin affirmatives from her sister-ships the three petite Battleships gathered around the statue – said statue featuring a gold person atop a block of marbled stone, long since damaged by the monsters inhabiting the area or from stray shellfire. No sooner had they regrouped did the monsters arrive, a swarm of a dozen Drakins descending down from the clouds above with frightening speed and ferocity, their claws already extended to rip their clothes off their lithe frames.

Warspite was the first to fire; a volley of shells soon following as all three opened up with their secondary guns too. The miniature suppressors mounted on them helped muffle the sounds but the sheer volume of muted thumps was impossible to ignore; dozens of small and large shells whizzing through the sky. The incoming horde took the brunt of the first wave, one Drakin falling out of the sky dead while a second corkscrewed into the distance, its wing missing.

''Right!'' Queen Elizabeth barked, shifting her guns right.

Her two sisters followed, and the second they reloaded they fired upon the incoming Drakins that curved in from the right. Two went down instantly; two getting their heads blown apart by high-calibre shells whilst another fell to the barrage of secondary guns. However by that point the creatures had reached the trio – Warspite releasing a harsh grunt as one tackled her to the ground, its claws raking across her small breasts and ripping holes in her uniform.

The blonde Battleship fixed that by thrusting her blade up, stabbing the distracted Drakin in the throat, and with a jerk of her wrist she severed its head. However without her immense firepower Valiant was unable to take down the Drakin that flew overhead, her own shells missing by a hair's breadth and allowing the beast to land behind her, lunging at her and tackling her into the statue. It ripped her rigging apart with glee, its thick hands clawing her secondary turrets to bits even as she struggled beneath its bulk.

''Nn...!'' Warspite pushed the dead Drakin off her body with a grunt and stumbled up to her feet – but was then immediately tackled from behind by another Drakin, her sword slipping free from her startled grip – leaving her helpless as the beast went to town on her rigging.

Queen Elizabeth glared at the infernal beasts as her two sister-ships fell to the draconic beast, taking aim at the one attacking Warspite. However just before she fired a Drakin swooped in from the corner of her vision and rammed her side, eliciting a startled shriek from Elizabeth and causing her shells to go wide; flying off into the distance.

The queen hit the ground hard, gasping as she rolled onto her front and stumbled up – but the Drakin assaulted her from behind, its claws severing her twin-mounted turrets with brutal efficiency. She jerked her arm around and swung her sceptre but the beast grabbed it, yanking it out of her sweaty grip and throwing it aside. Not a second later its clawed hands landed on her shoulders and the Drakin shoved her onto the ground, her panic levels rising she was pinned beneath it.

''R-Release me!'' Queen Elizabeth barked, grunting when the beast grabbed both her wrists and held them up – shifting them so it could grip them both with one hand, freeing its other hand.

Angry and panicked Elizabeth kicked her petite legs, hitting the creature's thighs fruitlessly – and a gasp immediately fled her throat as it raked its claws down her front, ripping her dress and cutting her skin with the tip of its claws.. Its clawed hand soon dipped between her legs and Elizabeth immediately crossed her legs, frantically shutting her slim thighs as the beast clawed at her hip, cutting the side of her white panties. Her heart leapt into her throat but there was nothing she could do to stop it from yanking her now-limp panties off, exposing her slit to the cold outdoor air.

''D-Don't you dare!'' Queen Elizabeth's voice trembled when she barked.

Her shout went unheeded; a gasp fleeing Elizabeth's lips as the Drakin suddenly grabbed her slim legs and yanked them open. Her smooth, hairless pussy was exposed to the Drakin and the lustful beast wasted no time in exploited that, its large cock pressing up against her pussy lips – before with a rough buck of its hips it buried its thick girth inside her.

''HYAA!'' Queen Elizabeth screeched, throwing her head back and arching her back – intimately feeling the Drakin's curved cock force its way inside her virgin womanhood.

The Battleship writhed against the floor, gasping, but the beast offered her no reprieve. Without waiting for her to adjust to its cock the monster began to thrust, hissing grunts fleeing its reptilian throat as it shoved its cock in and out of her pussy, her inner walls stretching to accommodate the Drakin's large shaft. The pointed tip of its dick allowed it to penetrate her easier despite how tightly her womanhood squeezed it, a thin trickle of virginal blood escaping her defiled pussy.

A ragged wheeze fled Elizabeth and her back flopped down against the dirt, spasming as the Drakin pistoned its length into her. It was thick and she was naturally petite, causing its shaft to stretch her insides apart that little bit more, forcing her body to take its cock lest she break apart – the repeated rough thrusts constantly knocking the breath out of her, making it impossible to think straight, let alone fight back.

''Y-You bastard...!'' Elizabeth wheezed out, glaring up at her defiler as it bucked its bestial hips, inching its cock deeper inside her sex.

The Drakin didn't answer her. Instead it released her right thigh and raked its claws down her chest, ripping her dress further and pulling the front of her dress down, exposing her small, perky breasts to its lustful gaze. It leaned down and extended its unnaturally long tongue, allowing the beast to lap at her small tits as it shoved its cock inside her tight pussy, her gasps of pain going unheeded – its mind solely on mating with her and breeding her.

A fact Elizabeth was reminded of as its cock finally bottomed out inside her formerly-virgin pussy, hitting her cervix. The blonde queen gasped and writhed against the dirt, her hands weakly gripping the grass as she took the violent pounding, her pussy aching from the abuse. In the background she could hear Valiant and Warspite also falling victim to their fates, only serving to make her regret her earlier cockiness; guilt simmering in her gut as she realised she was responsible for their fates.

''Mn... Nn...'' Elizabeth screwed her eyes shut, grunting and gasping as she endured the rough violation – her nerves heightened to the point she could intimately feel the Drakin's cock push apart her tight inner walls and hit her deepest parts, each thrust making her stomach grow tense as she braced.

Impact after impact against her cervix sent shuddering waves rushing through her body, the pain numbing down into pure sensation – no pleasure, but simple numb sensation. Its hard pelvis smacked her own pelvis each time it bottomed out, the lewd slapping of skin echoing in her ears as she was raped out in the open; leaving her vulnerable to being found by her own subordinates. The mere thought of being found in such a disgraced state only further worsened her mental state, a weak whimper fleeing her lips as the beast's cock hammered her pussy harder.

The Drakin's balls impacted her ass with each wild thrust and its cock throbbed inside her tight pussy, the realisation encroaching on Elizabeth's mind. It was going to cum. However even with that realisation she was too weakened to fight back, weakly pushing against the Drakin's chest as it railed her pussy, sliding into her rapidly and fucking her raw. The throb in its cock grew stronger and stronger, pre-cum teasing her insides as it battered her cervix like a ram – until the beast finally came.

''Mn!'' Queen Elizabeth buckled; all her muscles going tight as cum erupted inside her pussy with an audible, wet squelching sound – thick gushes spurting into her womb in plentiful amounts, so much filling her it quickly began to leak out.

The Drakin kept thrusting, each pelvis-smacking thrust causing another wet squelch that squirted some cum up onto her pelvis, their joined parts white with its cum load. Until soon the Drakin pulled out, its large cock coated in milky cum and bits of red, and allowing Elizabeth to see her sore pussy leaking with the same milky cum mottled with virginal blood – as if mocking her with the knowledge it had taken her virginity and knocked her up.

And then without giving her the chance to recover, to croak for help, the Drakin rolled her onto her front and began to pound her pussy raw once more.

X-x-X

''Gh! G-Get off this instant!''

Warspite's rebellious shout earned no reply other than a feral hiss, the Drakin on her back digging its claws into her shoulders and pushing her down onto the ground. It humped her from behind, its cock hard against her perky ass and making Warspite shudder – her rigging already disabled, leaving her completely helpless beneath the Drakin's bulk.

Something that the Drakin took great pleasure in, hissing approvingly in her ear before reaching down, scratching her thigh. Warspite gasped at the sensation, the attack cutting her slightly, but it was the sudden coolness between her legs that drew her attention the most – her cheeks darkening as she realised it had cut her panties off, leaving her bottomless. Considering she wore no skirt or legwear, she was completely nude below the waist now.

So when she felt the beast's cock prod her butt, she understandably panicked. ''Y-You-!''

Warspite elbowed the beast and tried to push herself out from under it, but it was too late. The Drakin grabbed her hips with both hands and pushed its cock against her virgin womanhood, pressing against her smooth pussy lips – before it buried its cock deep inside her. Immediately Warspite let out a sharp cry, buckling as pain flooded her pelvis, but the Drakin wasn't one for mercy; the beast hissing as it began to shove its cock deeper into her tight hole.

Her gloved hands gripped at the grass, a gasp fleeing her lips as the Drakin managed to push its cock in deeper, stretching her formerly-virgin insides apart. The sensation was a new one for Warspite but in that instance hardly pleasurable, her face down against the grass as she tried to endure the sharp sensation – the Drakin's cock sliding into her roughly, no lubrication to ease the rough penetration.

''Mn! Nn!'' Fruitlessly Warspite tried to break free, half-crawling forwards whilst trying to shake her hips free, but the Drakin just gripped her waist tight enough to draw blood – hammering her womanhood with bestial passion.

Inch by inch the draconic humanoid buried its length into her pussy, until finally it bottomed out inside her – battering her cervix with each ravenous thrust. Even when her inner walls tightly squeezed its intruding cock it didn't slow down, relentlessly sheathing itself into her abused pussy and hitting her ass with its hard pelvis. The mere fact she was in such an unintentionally-submissive position only fuelled her humiliation further; doubly so when she dared to look up, and got a good view of Valiant also getting defiled only a few feet away.

Warspite spotted her broadsword only a few feet away, hope briefly reigniting in her chest as she reached out for it, trying to grasp it – but the Drakin punished her by scratching her thigh, cutting her with its nails. Gritting her teeth she kept reaching out but the beast merely grabbed her arm and roughly yanked it back hard enough to nearly dislocate it, a wheeze fleeing Warspite's lips when it then grabbed the back of her head – and slammed her forehead down into the dirt, stunning her with the brutal hit.

''N-Nn...'' Warspite groaned into the dirt, her hips jerking forwards each time the Drakin bottomed out inside her womanhood, stuffing her hole to the brim.

With each thrust the Drakin sped up, pounding and pounding her until it was sheathing itself in her folds multiple times a second, her pussy aching from the rough abuse – her petite size reflected in how tight she was, her insides forced to stretch to accommodate the Drakin's large shaft. However even with how tight she was the Drakin kept defiling her, its cock stuffing her womanhood to a dizzying degree and nearly breaking her hip with how powerfully it fucked her.

As it kept pumping into her tight pussy Warspite felt its shaft twitching, briefly leaving her confused – until it hit her, and she began struggling with renewed desperation. She struggled, she kicked and she barked out rasped threats, but nothing stopped the Drakin from hammering her womanhood with increasing intensity, its cock pulsating inside her pussy as it neared its limit. And soon the beast dug its nails into her sides, and slammed all the way into her.

''A-Ah!'' Warspite let out a gasping cry – eyes bulging as thick gushes of warmth flooded her womanhood, splattering through her pussy and overflowing from her abused folds.

A defeated shudder rushed through Warspite as she realised what it was, a weak groan soon following when another thick burst of cum filled her; making her pelvis ache from the gushing creampie. Her knees buckled and soon they gave out under her, leaving her limply hanging in the Drakin's grip until it let her go, sending her flopping onto the dirt.

Warspite had only a few moments of reprieve however before the Drakin lined itself up with her asshole, and slammed into her rear – pounding the defeated marksman into the dirt.

X-x-X

''G-Gah!''

Valiant's grunt was muffled as her cheek squished up against the stone statue in front of her, a wince of her face as she tilted her head so she didn't bang her nose against the hard surface. The Drakin behind her easily kept her head pinned against the cold surface of the statue, its free hand ripping and shredding her regal outfit with lustful glee.

''Let go of me!'' Valiant defiantly cried out, swinging blindly with her sabre behind her – only to cry out when the Drakin grabbed her wrist and slammed it against the statue, the shock to her wrist making her drop her weapon.

She wasn't able to bend down and pick it up; the clawed hand on her head keeping her pinned to the statue's surface. The damage the Drakin did to her outfit was compounded by the damage the other Drakin had done, and in record time the beast had ripped a large hole in the back of her outfit, causing it to slip and eventually fall off her completely – leaving Valiant embarrassingly naked before the monster.

Including her butt, only a pair of lacy white panties to hide her ass.

Until the Drakin raked its claws down her back, ripping the waistband of her underwear slightly and yanking them down to her creamy thighs, leaving her rump exposed.

''H-Hey!'' Valiant struggled with growing fear. ''I won't stop resisting even if-!''

The Drakin didn't care to listen to her proclamation, its cock pushing against her butt – before with a quick buck of its hips, the humanoid monster slammed its dick into her soft pussy. Valiant buckled towards the statue with a startled screech, knees nearly giving out had the Drakin not then immediately grabbed her waist, keeping her upright as it hungrily began to thrust into her tight pussy, conforming her inner walls to fit its large shaft.

Tightly she squeezed the cock intruding into her pussy but the beast just pushed in deeper, hissing in delight into her ear as it shafted her. Valiant winced, gasping in air as her inner walls were forced apart to accommodate its dick, the pain between her legs making it hard to think. The Drakin gladly took advantage of her disorganised state of mind, licking her earlobe as it pushed its thick cock deeper and deeper into her pussy, soon bottoming out and hitting her deepest parts.

''Mn!'' Valiant winced at the deep penetration, her knees trembling beneath her own weight as the monster kept railing her. ''C-Cease...''

The beast didn't. Instead it gradually sped up, hissing into her ear as it forced her to take its cock lest she break apart, her pussy aching from the rough violation. She could intimately feel its shaft inside her pelvis, and when she shakily reached down and touched her tender pelvis she felt the Drakin's thick cock beneath the skin, the faintest bulge present as it shaped her pussy to fit its cock perfectly.

As if to reinforce that fact the Drakin kept up the pace; pounding her pussy raw with each buck of its hips. Valiant gripped onto the statue for support, gasping and groaning as the beast smacked her ass with its pelvis, each thrust burying its full length into her tight pussy and making her dizzy from the assaulting sensations. She shuddered as she felt herself get a little wet, her body weakly trying to make the penetration easier on her, the reaction entirely physical; yet a part of her still felt sick that she was wet at all, even if it was purely a physical reaction.

However the Drakin took her wetness to mean she liked it – and began to rail her even more viciously than before.

''H-Hya!'' Valiant cried out from the roughness, her pussy sore as her folds were spread over and over again, her inner walls aching from being so stretched.

The impacts against her ass grew faster and harsher as the Drakin sped up, the humanoid dragon hammering her tight pussy without pause or care for how much she cried out. Her inner walls seized up around the beast's cock but that only made it pound her faster, the minimal amount of lubrication letting the creature slide its girth into her folds with ravenous intensity – until finally it slammed into her hole, and blew its load with a low hiss.

''Mn!'' Valiant buckled, back arching as thick gushes of cum spurted into her pussy – each spurt of warmth making her knees buckle dangerously.

Gush after gush of cum filled her pussy and overflowed, dripping down onto the panties around her thighs and dripping off them too from the sheer amount. Then without warning the Drakin pulled its dick out of her, the sudden absence of its cock making Valiant stumble and ultimately fall – sliding down the side of the statue until she was a panting, wheezing heap on the floor.

And, incidentally, leaving her at perfect eye-level with the Drakin's large cock.

''W-Wait... not again...''

Without a care the Drakin yanked her close, spread her legs – and began to rail Valiant once more, unheeding of her wheezing cries to stop.

[END]

A/N: Next: Cheshire and Drake.