Finna stopped struggling for a moment, staring in slack-jawed horror at the stick and its obvious purpose.  The kobold's horrid little claw was still kneading at her womanhood in a spectacularly unsuccessful attempt to arouse her.  The little monster was only the second living creature besides herself to ever have touched her there, and it was being a lot less gentle than Xander's tentative probing had ever been.<br/><br/>The stick was slick and smeared with a black oily substance of some kind.  There were spots of dark red blood on it, too.  Finna guessed she was about to be deflowered by the same method that Aesa had been.  "No, no, no," she urged the kobold, resuming her attempts to squirm free.  "Just wait wait<em>wait</em>a second..."<br/><br/>Finna<em>squealed</em>as the stick went into her.  Whatever the oil was, it was cold and it burned like mint, and it was slick enough to slide into her quickly and easily.  It wasn't really painful, she just felt uncomfortably<em>full</em>in an unfamiliar way as the stick was pushed inside her.<br/><br/>The kobold started picking up the pace, pushing and pulling the stick in and out of her in a steady rhythm.<em>That's it,</em>she thought, scarcely able to comprehend what the kobold had just done to her.<em>I've just lost my virginity to a stick.</em>