Tags: trap, rape, some early egg pushing WARNING: This story is a sequel. To read what came before it please read Lythra's Pleasure which you can find here: http://pastebin.com/NCBLbaKx Despite his lover's clear pain, Shannon couldn't help but smile. Lythra panted and heaved as she pushed the last of her clutch of eggs out into the nest of skulls she had collected. "Finally, I'l be a mother." Shannon thought aloud. "Now hold on," Lythra winced through her fangs. "I'm the mother, aren't I?" "Can't we both be mothers?" Shannon asked, despite not being in a position to negotiate anything really. Taking her time to answer, Lythra was having trouble pushing the last egg from her cloaca. After a few gutterul moans, and grunts she tossed the last of the eggs into the nest and finally breathed. "Yes..." She said through a weak smile. "We can both be mothers." Both were too tired to have any kind of sex that night, but Shannon laid locked against his scaly lover's body all night, never leaving her side. It wasn't even a fortnight after that when the orcs came pillaging through their cave. The splash from the swamp entrance of their sanctum had woken Shannon from his slumber; Lythra had been too caught up in a dream of eating roasted beef sides covered in Shannon's "special sauce". The black dragon's long purple tongue licked her lips in her sleep. "Hello?" Shannon lifted his head, still tired from sleep, he raised up from atop the grey under belly of Lythra. "Who's there?" That's when several more splashes came through. The language was not one he'd known. But he saw their brutish figures in the dark, red eyes glowing. There was no doubt in Shannon's mind that they could see better than him. Desperately he tried to wake Lythra. With a shaky voice all he could do was plead quietly. "Lythra," he started, "Lythra, please." His smooth hand pushed as hard as they could against Lythra's thick scales. "Kulkodar, madh hola." One of the orcs shouted, judging by his demeanor he was their leader. Pointing towards Shannon and Lythra he added another guttural shout. "Doturog lav-li!" The rest started grumbling to themselves as they neared the two lovers. It was hard to make out what they were holding in the dark until it was too late. Before the dragon even woke up the thick leather ropes had wrapped around her muzzle and limbs. Even through the darkness Shannon could see Lythra's eyes as she finally awoke, fearful. One minute she'd been gluttonously robbing the world of cows and the next she was being bound like some kind of animal. "Ukhinausan uklave," the leader ork smirked as he approached Shannon, the only orc not holding onto a rope. Frozen in fear, Shannon instinctively covered his breast over his nightgown. "Please, no." Tears filled Shannon's eyes. The orc took no shame in stepping atop Lythra's wriggling body to grab the side of Shannon's head. The orc leader took a few heavy sniffs at Shannon. "Dula?" He cocked his head and snatched up Shannon's skirt. The bulge of his small penis was visible through the tight yellow paties he wore. "Dula! Ha hah!" The orc seemed to be sharing his new found knowledge with the others who roared with laughter. The chief uttered a few more commands to his crew, pointing out to the cave, then grabbed Shannon's hair and dragged her off Lythra and onto the Earthen ground of the cave. Shannon had wished that he had cleaned it more recently. The orcs dragged Lythra out of the cave with such skill that it was evident they had done this to bigger and stronger dragons before. "Just you and me now, Dula." The orc finally spoke the basic tongue albeit a bastardized version of it, and Shannon was suddenly worried he had heard his pitiful pleas to Lythra. "You not breeder, so I don't need ta be careful with ya, hah ha." Shannon had tried to scramble away, but the orc boss had grabbed his ankle and pulled him back. "You're going to be Duhgrash's little uklave tonight, Dula." Thumbing down his crude leather pants and revealing his thick, green member. Shannon's eyes widened. If it was this big flaccid what was it like while there was blood pumping through it? "Now, open wide for Duhgrash." Shannon merely spat in the orcs face. "You steal away the only thing that brought me happiness since I lost my parents and expect me to just roll over for you?" "Actually, Dula, I expect you to suck this cock dry or I think I'm going to make some scrambled eggs." Pointing to the pile of eggs he grinned with his huge tusks. "You wouldn't dare." Shannon had immediately regretted the words as Duhgrash gave Shannon a swift punch in the gut and used the time he reeled to smash an egg. Maybe it was two? "No, please. I'll do what you want I'll-" Shannon was mid word when the orc had jammed his thick cock in his mouth. There was no time for sucking, licking, or anything so sensual. The orc simply fucked Shannon's tight throat with brutality. With only Shannon's saliva as lubricant it seemed as though his mouth tried to salivate more at the taste of this orc's musty cock. Shannon looked up at Duhgrash with disdain as his cocked stretched open her mouth. Above the wet smacking of his shaft sliding down Shannon's throat, Duhgrash taunted Shannon. "A little Dula like you should be fun for the whole horde," he laughed but Shannon only responded by biting down on his cock. "Hey, hey. Dula. Pulling himself from the lad's lips with nothing more than a little graze he propped a foot up on another egg. "Remember how I like my eggs?" Growling like a dragon through his teeth, when Duhgrash pushed his foot down, crushing the egg into a sickly yolk that growl turned to a roar. But the orc leader was strong, and with a single punch to the mouth, Shannon was on the ground. The brutality seemed to be exciting the orc as his erection was now at full mast. "Last chance, Dula." His large hands grabbed the thin panties and tore them from Shannon's ass. "Just lay there like a breeder and maybe I'll let you keep the rest of your teeth. " With a thumb on either side of his asshole, Duhgrash spread open Shannon's tight little hole. The pressure caused even his small little cock to grow. The pain was too much for him though. Merely moaning in pain Shannon couldn't keep any thoughts straight. Blood leaked from Shannon's virgin ass, trickling down and dropping off his tight balls as the orc pounded into him. Through his tear filled eyes Shannon saw the cauldron where he and Lythra had shared so many meals, still hot from that night's soup, Shannon gathered all his willpower and summoned his small magic to grab the cauldron despite it's distance. With anger and force, he pulled it and splashed the hot soup on the orc's face. Quickly, his cock fell from Shannon's tired ass and as he held his face in pain, Duhgrash still had the mentality to stomp over to the nest. Shannon mustered all his strength to dive over an egg and guard it from his angry boots. All while howling in pain from the burns on his face the orc stomped on Shannon too. The poor little mage could not hold consciousness any longer and passed out. "You bought me a dress? But I'm a boy!" Shannon, or Shay as he liked to be called then, was confused when his parents brought him the garment. His mother did her best to explain. "Yes, but you see, the mayor decided that all the boys have to go off to the war and fight those brutish orcs. We can't have our precious Shannon dying for such a feeble cause, those orcs with go on pillaging no matter who we send at them. This way, you don't go off to that silly war." "That silly war." "Silly war." The orc's brutality was never quite described second hand as well as it could be seen. When they stormed into Shannon's town they left nothing unburned, unchopped, or unraped. Only surviving by having been in the church, assisting in hymns. The thick doors were the only thing that saved anyone. Shannon's parents were dead, because of the war they saught to protect their son from. The lengths a mother will go to protect her child. Shannon's eyes fluttered open as the sunlight from the ceiling awoke him from his blunt trauma induced nap. With a beaten and bloodied face he looked down to the egg he had saved, the orc leader was no where to be found, nor were his lackeys or Lythra, but Shannon had a good idea of how to find them. "Shay Botterill!" The draft sergeant called as Shannon ran up to the counter in an all too short tunic and tights. "Yes sir!" His voice still carried a girlish charm. "Grab your helmet and spear, you're heading to the Black Keep." Looking over the new recruit he pointed to his backpack with the quill. "You need that big thing? Looks packed to the brim." "Just the essentials, sir." It was as though his unborn child knew they were talking of it and he felt the egg shake within his pack. "Well, get your gear and head over to the other Black Keep squad." Pointing out the others, he shooed Shannon along. There was no avoiding this war for Shannon Botterill.