////LOSS
At the swaying of your stance, the mora pounces you, pinning you to the ground! The snow chills your head to the point of pain as you get pressed deeply into it.

[say:Don't fret, precious, I'm here,] she whispers. Wincing back the ache of the cold, you look up into the monster's hollow eyes, captivated in the mournful stare. The whirling snow seems to pick up, your body only protected by the creature perched atop it, and as her lumbering frame comes to rest its weight, you find it harder to breathe. [say:I'll be the one to protect you,] the mora says. This skin-and-bones [i:ghoul] is far heavier now in your weakened state. You make an effort to push her off, but she grabs your [hand] and slams it into the ice beneath the snow, rendering it completely numb. There is no vibrancy in that piercing stare. Even as the monstrous demon [if (isnaked) {ghosts down your torso with her nails|invades your [armor] with those gangly fingers}], her expression is completely detached. You flinch at the icy grip on your [genitalsdetail].

[say: Such a mess you are,] she says. [say: Why would anyone want you?] A sharp nail scraps along your [if (hascock) {shaft|[if (hasVagina) {labia|ass}]}]. Anxious apprehension takes hold, making you tense up[if (!hascock) {, which only makes it worse}]. The tattered [i:things] one might call wings flap and swing, blowing away some of the snow and bringing a fresh breeze of unforgiving wind to your [skinshort]. Sharp, stinging pain elicits your yell. Those nails, like knives, [if (hascock) {drag on your [cock]|force their way into your [vagorass]}]. [say:But don't fret, [if (isChild) {little [boy]|precious}].] You writhe against her. [say: I'm here.]
//Penis'd
Her hoof stomps your [if (isTaur) {animal-like lower-half|[if (tailLeg) {tail|[leg]}]}] as she straddles you, welcoming your penis into a slit barely obscured by the rags she wears. The wetness chills your member on contact, and as the lips part to take you inside, you find the protection from the wind little reprieve. Her cunt is barely warm. She rides you in a mechanical way, following a set rhythm and pose that doesn't deviate.
//Penisn't
Her hoof stomps your [if (isTaur) {animal-like lower-half|[if (tailLeg) {tail|[leg]}]}] as she forces her two digits deeper, uncaring at the discomfort those claws cause. {cuntChange/buttChange}The fingering doesn't yield, scraping your insides until the fatigue of trying to reject the intrusion loosens you. You gasp in relief as she withdraws from you, only to have that relief ripped away when she straddles you and slaps her feathery tail on your hips. At a horribly fast speed, her tail bends and thrust into you, the hair-like follicles poking and prodding with nearly as much discomfort as her claws were causing. 
//merge
A sudden punch across your cheek blindsides you! Those bones look frail, but she is a [i:demon], and has the strength to prove it. Recovering from the stun, you look back up at her dispassionate face and are left wondering if even she knows why she did it. You grunt from a heavier impact on your hips--she is fucking you harder. The mora leans in and wraps her hands around your throat, gradually increasing in pressure. The harder she rapes you, the harder she strangles. You put your [hand] on her wrist and it provokes a surge of strength in her grip. You wince, cough, and heave. It doesn't feel so cold anymore. The world prepares your for sex, but now adrenaline screams at you that you have to free yourself or you might die. Your cheeks get wet. Forcing your [eyes] open, you stare up to see the first sign of emotion you've seen from this monster.

[b:Hate.] Her eyes are filled with seething, unbridled hate. [if (hasgooskin) {Your membrane stretches painfully, and you hope to all the gods that your goo form can survive a beheading. }]The mora comes closer, her rage-filled eyes burrowing into your soul as she gives an echoing, ear-piercing scream: [say:[b:You make me wish I could disappear!]]
[Next] //Set fatigue to max, add corruption, reduce toughness.
You awake eight hours later in aching pain. There's no sign of the mora. You get up and hurry home.