New world Guardian (twisted and Fade)

The songs of birds wasn't the only thing one could hear within the dense forest. It was however one of the more harmless of creatures that resided on this world. Every now and again loud bestial roars would sound, followed with shrieks as creatures far larger and fierce battled one another for land. Even if it was not in place for them. The beast that controlled the air, Breaking through emerald canopies to take up fruit of the prey that called the forest floor their home, but also the larger beasts that claimed the turf as their own as well. Not welcoming things outside of their element here. And in that came conflict. It was down right war if there was a female in heat near by. A rarity no matter the species.

The gods that once ruled this realm had long forsaken it. Plague had ran its course through out the lands, but it seemed to only have effected the females sex. One would never know why, but now with the few that had eluded the plague are now nothing more then breeder bitches. Claimed on their heats, which ran through more days then off, would be subjected to brutal raping and harsh over breeding. Only sense of peace was after the laying, they had few weeks of rest and to seek some place safe to hide so they did not parish. It had worked like this for decades, but there was little dents made through out. Most young female are pounced upon as soon as they come of age, and by then males were so pent up there was no saving those who could not hide themselves.

It was when the Gods rose their heads, and thrusting a poor girl into the midst of such feral, and brutal world. Deeming her the new guardian of this cursed world. Leaving her asleep, and unprotected upon a bed of moss, like some pale jewel. Her flesh soft, flawless, unbroken by this land. Virginal by all accords. Her hair stark against her flesh, the color of the sin of this world, painting the strands black. Falling around her shoulders like some thick banner. She laid upon her side, half curled in a fetal position. But one could tell her breasts were full, firm, milky with perky dark buds. Her hips rounding, perfect for what laid in store for her. Her legs long, sleek and toned.

Her scent would of filled the surrounding area, giving a false impression of a female in heat. Her pale pink folds glistening with the dew of arousal she knew not she was in. But the coming roars began to reach the ears that resembled both human and elf, caught between the long forgotten races. She was Fae, she was the descendant of the gods. An with it came the powers that would allow her to endure the torment of pain and the pleasure that would come. The pouty lips that would scream as beasts claimed her were pulled taunt in a frown. Being disturbed from her long slumber. A soft groan, and a whimper sounding near silent compared to the battles that waged around her. Soon she found her startling purple gaze opening with the flutter of thick black lashes. Welcomed by the golden rays of light that managed through the thick foliage of the canopies above.

It to her a few moments to respond as now the roaring had stopped, least for the moment. Giving her time to wake with a long well needed stretch. Rolling onto her back her arms raised overhead, her back arching sent her glorious mounds over her breasts into the warm breeze that danced along her flesh, caressing along the length of her body as she gasped in the pleasurable sensations. She squeezed her thighs together, squirming as she sunk into the moss against her back. Another sigh escaping her as she slowly raised into a sitting position, her small hand seeking the guidance of the tree she had been near, helping her rise to her feet. revealing her all of five foot five stature.

A name, she knew it, it was hers as it was whispered through her mind." Dawn" She couldn't make out much more, her mind nothing but a sleepy fog. But she could of sworn to herself that there was something about correcting the lands, the water, the skies, the light and darkness,to set balance and restore order. But how? How was she to do something she didn't understand?

The sounds around her on this desolate land had halted, one would think it was due to an end of the fighting. That was, partially true. It was less now about a fight for territory that ended their bouts, now it was a race to get to the traces of heat that the feral beasts and creatures picked up on with their strong scents. Now, rather than fighting each other for territory and food. They were all seeking out in a variety of directions the location of the scent that was hanging so sweetly in the air around them. One such beast was a mighty wyrm, this one was a land based wyrm however that was strong and powerful. It was he, who was the closest o her location, and the one who was on the right track to find her most directly. Mighty footfalls slammed onto the forest floor around him, as he sought out her scent.

This particular dragon of the land had a hide of shimmering silver scales all over his body, most of them small save for those dressing his head. He had a large scale plate on his face that rested where his forehead would be and curved up and around his skull and then curved out on both sides of his head, he was a large and massively sized beast with a hankering for the flesh of a female. Smelling the scent of a female in heat, he was no doubt excited for what was to come. His legs lifting and creeping forward with each step, crushing foliage and any smaller beasts unfortunate enough to get in the way of his need to breed. As he got closer, the scent wafted more aggressively against his senses, this only provoked his utter desperation.

When he caught her scent, smelling the strong aroma as he got closer, he would finally let a roar out. It was loud, but only the sound of one was present with it as opposed to the aggressive battles happening all around them which consisted of many roars. And the closer he got, the more aroused and 'horny' he got one could say. This would reflect between his legs, massive thighs flanking a thick and long feral cock. It too was covered in silver scales, except these were much more soft and save for the texture was much like a soft skin, it was tougher due to his species but he was not carrying large and dangerous spikes on it.

It however, while growing harder was only becoming longer in its massive enumerable inch length (actual length I will leave open depending on your limits and preference). The thick piece not quite erect yet was flopping side to side as it stiffened with its blood. The head, a rough cap that had some scales coating it around the center slit. These were rigid and would stroke her inner walls aggressively, as would the bumps on his long shaft that adorned it in random patterns. This was more round and bumpy, as opposed to the other cocks she would be presented to her throughout her time in this new and cruel world. As the dragon came upon her in the wilderness, it finally spied her sitting up as she tried to assess the world around her. Creeping through the forest line, he started to stride toward her.