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Written as an ffxivkinkmeme fill.
Warnings: Rape/noncon, necrophilia (and kind of gross about it), bestiality (dragon), implied past bestiality (animals).
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The stench of death alone would have brought Eschiva to her knees had she not already been forced there by the pair of undead knights, their cold and rigid hands holding fast to her wrists, her shoulders, her hair — pulling tightly enough to bring tears to her eyes.
Her lance lay discarded some yalms away. As for the white mages who had accompanied her... Eschiva could only hope they were still alive. She could not see their bruised and battered bodies from where she was pinned down, could not watch for the steady rise and fall of their chests. All she could see was the Au Ra witch glaring down at her with righteous fury.
“You can still turn back,” Eschiva gasped. She struggled, again, futilely against the rigor-mortis hands holding onto her. “Vengeance solves nothing, it only breeds more suffering!”
Alaqa knelt before her. She reached out to cup Eschiva’s chin in hand, tilted her face up to meet her eyes. “Suffering is the point!” she spat. “You have *no* idea the torments my people faced at the hands of this cruel realm, no idea whatsoever!” Alaqa paused. Took a breath, considered. “But perhaps I shall *give* you an idea. Yes, you shall be the first to taste my revenge.” She stood and stepped away, her cold eyes fixed on Eschiva as the undead knights forced her face-down to the ground and began to tear away her clothing.
“No!” Eschiva cried in stark realization. “No, wait, you can’t do this!” One of the knights mounted her from behind; “Oh gods, please no,” she whimpered as the cold tip of his—*its* cock pressed between her folds. How could it even have an erection?!
“Do you think you are the first woman to have suffered this indignity?” Alaqa spat.
Tears leaked from Eschiva’s eyes. “I’m sorry, I truly am, but *please*—” She let out a raw, primal scream as the knight’s cock thrust inside her. “No!”
She tried to press her face against the ground, to just pretend she didn’t exist and this wasn’t happening to her, but then she heard another of the zombies’ armor fall to the ground in front of her with a *clunk*. Something grabbed her hair and pulled her head up.
Eschiva opened her mouth to scream, but was cut short by a cock being forced between her lips. Oh, gods, it was so *cold* compared to living flesh, to say nothing of the rotting stench; she wanted to hurl.
She knew not how long the undead knights used her. They did not seem to tire. She wondered if they were even able to finish, or if she would spend the rest of her life as their plaything.
To her horror, her body gradually began to acclimate to the intrusion. Eschiva could not help but whimper and moan around the cock fucking her mouth as the other pleased her cunt with each violating thrust.
Something was building up— no, it couldn’t be. She squeezed her eyes shut and sent up a silent prayer to the Matron, to the Fury, to Whoever might be listening. But none seemed to hear, or to care. Eschiva’s body thrashed and she moaned, long and muffled, as she came, walls clenching down tight around the cock of the zombie raping her.
Alaqa snorted derisively. “Oh, are you enjoying yourself?”
All at once, the zombie knights pulled out of Eschiva and retreated, leaving her in a pile on the ground. She trembled with exhaustion and terror, and strangely, her twitching cunt still felt so *full*. “You’ve made your point...”
“No, I don’t think I have,” Alaqa replied, voice as cold as ever. “Do you think it was over for us once the men had had their fill? Alas, I’ve no hunting dogs or chocobos to drive the point home, but...”
The ground shook with each of the zombie dragon’s footsteps. Eschiva’s eyes went wide. She tried to scramble backward, each motion sending a spike of pleasure through her; but soon enough she found her back pressed against solid rock.
“Please, no,” Eschiva breathed. “You’re better than the men who did this to you, Alaqa, aren’t you?”
Alaqa’s harsh, bitter laughter rang in Eschiva’s ears as the dragon’s tongue lapped between her legs. It was huge and thick, but dexterous enough; it tried to shove its way inside her, but even aided by her treacherous fluids, it would not enter. It was as though something blocked its way—
Eschiva’s eyes landed on the fallen knights which now stood by Alaqa’s side. They remained unclothed from the waist down, but the one that had taken her from behind— *by the gods, it couldn’t be!* Its rotting body had given way under the force of Eschiva’s powerful climax, her convulsing walls tearing its member asunder, and now—
The dragon’s snout nudged Eschiva’s clit as its tongue moved on to an easier target. Eschiva did not know, did not *want* to know, the nature of the fluids that eased its entry into her arse.
“Stop...” Eschiva whimpered. Her hands shoved at the dragon’s head, desperate to push it away, but she lacked the strength even were she not in such a weakened state. One of her hands impacted something soft, something that *burst* under her blow, and her moans turned to horrified shrieks.
She had punched her way through the dragon’s mushy, decaying eyeball.
But even that could not stop the pleasure that welled in her loins. She twitched and jerked as the dragon’s horrid tongue and the member still inside her brought her to a second climax.
Eschiva stared blankly up at nothing. Shameless gasps and moans filled her ears as the interminable torment continued. She knew not how long this would continue, but it mattered not; her psyche felt to her as dead as the bodies Alaqa commanded.