Red gasped out louder as Luix leaned back to grab his flail. She was still limp in his grasp, mumbling under her breath, her eyes rolling. Gripping her wrists together in one hand, he used the flail to lift her skirt, admiring her firm, round ass. Luix stroked the handle of his flail along her sex, Red gasping louder. He began to push then, forcing the tip against her.<br/><br/>"Unnn ... unNhHHH!" she cried out louder as he pressed harder. The handle popped into her, making Red cry out.<br/><br/>Red shook her head, gasping hard. "N-no, no!" she cried, her voice clear and lucid once again. "No, stop it!"<br/><br/>Luix pushed the handle even deeper, Red's ass tightening against the pressure, her sex spread for the thick object. She struggled, her voice sounding more desperate. She yanked her arms and was able to pull them free, but she was still held down by Luix. Red grasped at the marble ground before her, trying to crawl out from under Luix, though he held her tight, flail handle thrust deep into her.<br/><br/>----------------<br/><br/>Morgash laughed uncontrollably on the marble floor, rolling on his back and clutching his belly. Aryn laughed wickedly, standing above on the pillar, as she casually aimed her crossbow at him. She let the bolt fly and it thunked painfully into his left shoulder. A trickle of blood dotted the clean, white floor beneath him, and still he laughed.