Chapter 1 - Tainted Nurturing of the Korcari Maiden

To an outsider, the Korcari Wilds were desolate wetlands filled with witches, monsters and filthy creatures. A misty region where all water was tainted and where only savages lived. A land littered with unstable ground where an ill step could sink a traveler within dank sludge and mud. 

They were half right.

The Korcari Maid gasped when she came up for air. She swam out of a deep pond, carrying a slain swamp crab on her back. Her knife was still in its head, its blood draining down its shell. The maiden hurled herself up onto the shore and threw it onto the pile with the other three crabs she had already slain.

The girl had recently come of age; She was a nubile woman with a lithe and supple form. She had a pointed chin below a pretty face with alluring lips and rich dark hair that flowed down her back. Her hips were unremarkable, but toned as the rest of her body. Her mother was a hunter and her father had been a warrior before he was maimed. As the oldest, she was expected to aid her family even after she was chosen by a strong and worthy husband. Therefore, her parents took extra care to ensure that she was as fit and capable as possible. So that no weakling would ever chance to take her by trickery or coercion.

The only thing fat about her were her breasts.

The Elders joked that all of her fat had gone to her bosom. She had been flat and fat as a child and as she got older, she became thinner while her chest grew. Her younger brothers made jokes about her at her expense, calling her a cow or poking her dress just to mock her. Worst were the stares she kept getting from all of the village warriors. They couldn't help but stare at her enormous breasts or her plump rump. It didn't matter how many layers she put on, her assets were always plain for all to see. Her honeydew sized breasts refused to be hidden.

In fact, the Korcari maiden's leather dress only loosely held her breasts in place. Out in the wild, it was not a problem. If the weight of her bust drew down her top, she ignored it and moved on. The beasts had no concern for her ripe pink nipples. Why should they care for her jiggling and obscene orbs on her chest? What care would they have for her round ass or her alluring legs? 

As she returned from gathering crab shells and meat, the girl wondered if it was best to just find a husband swiftly. She did often think of one particular warrior when she touched herself in hushed fits of lust. His name was Bregom and he was a strong and tall warrior who was nearing twenty and hadn't found a wife. Perhaps she would come to his home and make her interest known.

That would be better than what happened to her friend.

She was beautiful as well, but had lost control of her lust and shared herself with many men. So many had spent their seed into her womb that no one knows who the father of her child is. It also made her unattractive as a wife, a woman without self-restraint or fidelity was poison for even the strongest of men. The Korcari Maid did not wish to fall into that fate.

Though tonight, a far worst fate was in store for her.

She felt something slap her on her back, throwing her into the stagnant water. She gasped for air as she stood up on all fours, her thin garb clinging to her skin as she looked about in frantic shock. She reached for her knife, but could not find the sheath. She saw her sheathed knife float nearby and waded through the water to retrieve it.

The water was up to the underside of her breasts when she finally reached the knife. But she was pulled under water in a sudden tug. She felt something hard and strong coil around her belly, it moved her around under the wetland waters. The maiden tried to hold her breath, but the pressure was growing and pain was growing within her chest.

Just as she was about lose control of her breath, the maiden was thrown out of the stagnant waters. She rolled and hit a tree, spitting out water and gasping before realizing what else had occurred.

That was when she saw it.

It had no eyes.

But she could feel it staring at her.

The sleek black monster was a great frightful sight that towered over its victim at four meters in height. It's body was a five meter long display of dark iron scales and ridges. Its great tail was at least as long as its body with a wide blade at the end which was doused crimson. Its head reminded the girl of the tales about dragons, but there were no eyes. It's serpentine neck was long and agile though even its underside looked hard to the girl's eyes.

Its massive jaws grew wider when it opened them. The girl did not know it, but the beast's four-part mandible was as flexible as a snakes. The beast loomed down its long neck, bring the creature's head face to face with the girl's. A long and thick pink tongue slung out like a rope and wrapped around her lower neck.

She tried to scream, but the soft pressure of the tongue choked down her cry. She could only shake and sniffle. The tongue moved upon the nape of her neck, leaving a trail of saliva that ran down her skin. Chills ran through her spine as the tongue found the top of her breast and licked up to her chin. The girl gasped, her breath becoming heavy as the creature kept licking across her chest and neck.

“It is tasting me.” She thought to herself, even in her confusion and fear, she did not fail to see the bladed tail move towards her. She shuddered as the tail swiped at her body. She felt blood run down her stomach, but it was only a thin cut. Though she was left naked, her ripe body exposed to the beast's perception and foul intentions

The tail moved again, coiling the girl into its girth as she cried out. She was pressed into the mud face first, held down as she felt the tongue reach between her legs. She whimpered as the creature's saliva trinkled onto her ass. The trinkling grew into a stream that rolled down over her slit and then her eyes widened. Something was entering it. Something was licking her cunt as if it were about to be eaten.

She felt those massive jaws latch onto her crotch. Her pubic mound was firmly secured, allowing the creature's tongue stroked and prod her virgin slit as if it were a drink. She was restrained and helpless, only able to scream and moan with every motion that the creature made inside of her. It licked deeper and deeper inside till that vile tongue kissed the entrance to her womb. 

Tears running down her eyes, her face flushed with unwanted lust, the maiden bucked back her hips with each internal lick. Her tongue was licking onto the mud, a reaction that subconsciously imitated what was happening inside of her. She had touched herself before, but never as deeply or inquisitively as this beast. The creature's tail released her, allowing the maid to try and pull herself forward and out of her assailant's grip.

It was no use.

As if in response, the beast picked up the girl and held her upside down. Blood running to her head, the maiden felt fatigue add itself to her overwhelmed state. The monster walked further into the swamp, still searching and massaging the inside of her cunt for all of the juices it could drink.

She was caught off guard and cried out in terror when the creature suddenly rolled onto its back. She was still in its jaws and now was held upright, fully impaled on the creature's tongue. An orgasm shocked her entire system and made her scream out for all of the forest to hear.

The beast set her on her back gently and finally released her. Now she twitched and shook as if driven mad. Juices sprayed out of her slit and her nipples were as hard as needles. The beast stood on all fours, walking over the maiden and setting its head down upon her breasts. She cried out when the beast bit down on her left breast and saw a trickle of blood flow down her body. 

Instead of ripping off the breast, the beast suckled on it. Her enormous breast was delicious to the beast because it ignored every hit and slap she aimed at its head. That vile tongue wrapped around her areola and pressed upon her already heard nipple. Relief only lasted so long when the monster released her at last and swallowed her other breast just the same.

Her violation made her hot, but it did not blind her. The maiden could see the monster's dark underside and that a dark bulge was enlarging and giving way to something. Her eyes widened even as her breast was suckled. Terror gripped her when she saw a large veinous shaft emerge from the bulge. 

Now realizing exactly what was about to happen to her, the maiden screamed and struggled. But it was in vain. The beast wrapped the claws of its forelimbs around her hips and pulled her under it. 

The behemoth mast of flesh was waiting for her in full erection. Adorned with a pink head, the creature's shaft was already firing ropes of thick white fluid onto her face. Some caught on her tongue and stuck to the inside of her mouth. The taste filled her nose and left her feeling strange. She found herself enticed by the fleshy phallus that had emerged out of its protective prepuce. Out of that protective mound dropped a great sack filled with large orbs as big as her breasts. Perhaps it was the liquid, but those orbs looked delicious, she felt as though she wanted to lick them.

The enticement ended as soon as the massive cock was pressed down against her entrance. 

“Please-” Ignoring her pleas, the monster pressed its prick through her entrance in one swift stroke. The maiden's scream was loud as the shaft slowly pressed further and further into her and did not even see resistance from her hymen. She wept when the monster's crown pressed into the entrance of her womb and invaded that sacred place.

The head was like a knot inside of her, keeping the beast's phallus locked with her womb each time it thrust out and back in. The defiled maiden cried as loudly as she could, her sorrow becoming overwhelmed by unwanted lust with each stroke. The mast of flesh ground the insides of her flower even worst than the monster's tongue had. It's unrelenting invasion wrapped her pussy around the shaft, clinging to the invading phallus with each movement it made inside of her.

Worst was that it ejaculated with every thrust.

Each of the creature's thrust brought a fresh and heavy spray of hot liquid that splashed right into the maiden's womb. With most of it trapped there, only a heavy though small stream escaped through her slit, adorned with a line of blood to mark the maiden's stolen virginity. Her breasts jumped and rocked with every thrust, her hips humped back to match the monster's movements and her rump jiggled each time the monster's scrotum bumped onto it.

Perhaps it was ectasy or despair, but eventually the Korcari girl gave up.

She put her hands into the mud below her and laid there, letting the beast violate and inseminate her without a single sound. She did not even repress the moans of pleasure that sounded from her pretty lips. Nor did she care that the monster's breeding was pressing her body further into the mud.

“Maybe...I'll drown...” But she gave up hope for the sweet release of death. This creature was too deliberate and careful despite its savagery. It made her give up even more and care nothing for the dark creature that watched the scene with enticed interest.

Releasing another heavy ejaculation, the monster roared at the intruder as a warning. With what limited comprehension she had left, she realized that her violater and the creature knew each other.

“Dark...spawn...” By now, her stomach was inflated like a balloon filled with water. It felt like she'd burst if anymore of this strange darkspawn's spunk hit her core. But her belly surprised her by expanding to accommodate the added spunk. Her mind betrayed her more and more as her legs and arms started to grip onto her defiler.

She didn't even notice when it had started to move...

She was too busy screaming and calling to be filled...

Xxx

“Did you hear something?” The Grey Warden turned to his elven companion. The lithe ranger stood upon a fallen trunk, his long ears twitching as he looked towards the swamp.

“A scream.” The elf warden replied. “A captive beyond our help Duncan.”

Duncan signed remorsefully. It was yet another whom he and his fellow Grey Wardens could not save. He and fourteen others had come as soon as they could to save this village. Though they managed to slay many darkspawn, some doubtless escaped. Duncan could sense their faint and distant presence out in the marsh.

Along with something far more...sinister.

“Please Warden...” A round man begged the Commander of the Grey. Nearby, his wife stood quiet with tears flowing down her face. Her arms wrapped tightly around two boys and two girls, all forever horrified by what they had all witnessed. “My eldest...Lindy...please find her...please-”

“I am sorry.” Duncan said to the tearful one-armed man. “The darkspawn have killed your daughter.” Duncan's words broke the camel's back, the man wept loudly. He fell to his knees and brought his hands to his face, trying in vain to hide his grief. The children all cried, burying their faces upon their pregnant mother who whose mouth trembled in sorrow.

“Duncan.” Fellow Warden Gregor called out, Duncan turned away from the grieving family as their wailing continued. Despite their tears and wailing, it pained the veteran Grey Warden to lie like this. This was no different than any other situation. A Grey Warden does whatever is necessary to protect the world of Thedas from the blight and the darkspawn that carry it.

Even if it meant lying.

Because the truth would be far worst.

“Praetor.” Gregor said to his commander. The Warden-Commander signed sadly as he looked upon the mutilated warrior. The man had been stabbed through the back and out his stomach in one stroke. Even a genlock or sharlock shriek did not care care to be so precise.

And the curve of the blade that killed the man was too strong.

The brittle though strong weapons of the darkspawn would at least leave a piece of iron or metal. This man had died too cleanly despite the blood that painted half of his body.

“Until we evacuate, no one leaves.” Duncan told his subordinate. Perhaps the Praetor was already gone, but there was a chance that it would return for another unfortunate woman. 

Duncan would leave nothing to chance.

xxx

Within a forgotten underground passage, the Darkspawn Praetor flooded its newest victim again.

Lindy was on all fours like a dog, rocking her hips back against the monster's trusts. She was reduced to incoherently crying as the behemoth phallus pumped gallon after gallon of tainted seed into her womb. She had been filled so many times that she had forgotten if this was the fortieth or hundredth insemination.

Not that it mattered.

It was not the only thing she had forgotten.

The Praetor softly grabbed Lindy and pressed it further into the muddy mire. It bent down its lower legs, increasing speed to piston into her faster and rougher. She could do nothing to resist, nor did she want to resist.

Her only purpose now was to bear the Praetor's seed.

Lindy looked up at the freckled redhead elf glued to the organic wall. The Praetor had fucked her for hours while Lindy rested in a pool of its seed. Her belly was bulged and bloated and something was stirring inside of it. The movement brought pain and pleasure to the girl while a river of seed oozed out of her loosened cunt.

In a few months, Lindy would look like the elf. She would be filled with her captor's brood, she would bear that brood and then be seeded again.

It was the only thing she could remember now.

For Lindy had forgotten the sight of the sun. The sound of trees. The taste of bread. The faces of her family. The laughter of her sister and her brothers.

She had even forgotten her own name.

All she remembered in her dreams now was the Song.

All that she care about now was to be bred and mounted by her beloved Praetor.

Lindy was now merely the latest to fall to the savagery of the First Darkspawn.