<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/1lWUhhF.png)</div><strong>Location</strong>: Velkynvelve, main hall<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Non-consent, dehumanization<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Eidoma<br/><hr/><br/>Even after they returned to their tables after drenching the human slut, the three warriors continued to laugh and joke with each other at her expense. Throwing her around and soaking her to the bone had gotten their blood rising; As Eidoma approached Kopyhn to fill his up again, he had a special hunger in his eyes, and it wasn’t for mushroom. His red irises were transfixed on the shapely outline of the gown that clung tightly to her curves; The fabric was not very thick, and the chill of being half-drowned had her nipples pressing quite insistently through the front of her dress.<br/><br/>As she leaned over the table to fill his cup, the dark elf reached up and grasped one of her hanging breasts.<strong>”Fill it, then stand there for me, you desperate slattern.”</strong>Kophyn sat back in his chair and took his mug, and drained it; He had apparently worked up a thirst as well.<strong>”Again.”</strong>Eidoma was made to refresh his cup, and this time, the drow drained only most of it. He set it back down on the zurkhwood table; Then he smacked the half-empty jug out of her hand, the wooden vessel thumping to the ground as it sloshed its contents across the stone floor. His fast hands then grasped her by the waist and pulled her into his lap.<strong>”We haven’t yet had our fill of you, my little slut. I’ve never seen a slave so desperate to be touched… This is what you’ve wanted since we dragged you here, isn’t it?”</strong>Both of his strong hands pawed at her chest as his two comrades popped out of their chairs. The look they gave the sorceress was more thirsty than the longing gazes she had given the carafe of water before they’d doused her. Kophyn held her tightly by the waist as one of them--a male named Izzatar--pulled a dagger, but instead of gutting her or slitting her throat, the drow grasped the collar of her gown and slashed down the front of the blouse, freeing her breasts. He grasped the remains of her ragged dress and tore the rest away.<strong>”This fat-breasted cow was made to be bred,”</strong>he growled.<br/><br/>As Izzatar went to unbuckle the front of his breeches, their other accomplice, Chaszmyr, caught him by the wrist. His red eyes shot over to Hadros, who pushed his chair into his table and stood, a sneer of disgust on his fine features.<strong>”When the mistress walks in on you three spearing this filthy worm, it’ll be the drider pits for you.”</strong>He didn’t wait for a retort, chin held high as he marched out of the main hall. Kophyn, Izzatar and Chaszmyr contemplated for a moment; Kophyn took Eidoma roughly by the hair and pushed her off of him, without releasing her.<strong>”Hadros wouldn’t be so proud of himself if she had a prick instead of a pussy.”</strong>The other two laughed; Sensing Kophyn’s intentions, they grabbed Eidoma and dragged her out of the hallway, the human woman left naked as her shorn dress remained in Kophyn’s seat. They crossed the platformed area, where a moment prior, Brihe had nearly been killed in combat, her blood still staining the rocks. The quaggoth that manned the lift stared at Eidoma’s flesh as she was lead into the communal barracks, where another drow was already resting on a cot.<strong>”Get out, before we throw you out,”</strong>Chaszmyr hissed at this other, whose crimson eyes popped open with surprise, and stared at the scene for a moment before he silently complied. With the four of them left alone, Kophyn took Eidoma and easily tossed her onto the nearest cot.<br/><br/><strong>”Why don’t you start with kneeling at our altars, bitch?”</strong>He grasped the bulge between his thighs as he stood at the edge of the bed. The other two flanked her, impatient for her attention as well. It seemed she was expected thricely to worship them.<br/>