6 months later
The room poorly lit by one dark candle reveals two naked bodies in heat. Bracing her hands against the wall she grinds against him. Her lithe figure braces against him, sharp fangs nip sweetly against her neck flickering with anticipation his thin tongue laps against her skin. Her breasts held firmly by his strong palms, her nipples are rolled between calloused fingers. Clutching his hands for stability she pushes against heated skin. Groaning a claw- like finger carefully slips into her mouth. Greedily sucking another follows, biting down a masculine groan fills the air.
The meaty fingers withdraw slipping over her stomach to tease her folds. Gasping her body yeans for his invasion. As if reading her mind her cheeks part and his phallus enter her tiny orifice. For many years she has reframed from this act only remembering pain and punishment. Easily he enters filling her with ecstasy they rock together as one. Quivering she begins to croon as the pulse of pleasure echoes through her. Arching she screams in torment as the feeling becomes too much to contain.
Chuckling his full lips nuzzle behind her ear his hands skim her waist sinking his claws into her thighs lifting her. The sound of his body quickly withdrawing from hers just to sink deeper into her second orifice fades as they gasp in unison. Slightly shifting she cups then pinches his balls while bracing the other against the wall. Softly she commands, "Fuck me."
Easily shifting her weight he violently thrusts. Hiccupping, her body lifts with every stroke causing tremors of pleasure to streak throughout her body. Pound for pound she meets his thrusts as he vies for dominance. Twisting her lips to his, his questioning tongue invades her mouth, instinctually she bites down. Anchoring her wrists high above her head he begins to thrust with long cruel strokes. Forcing her shouts of ecstasy with each thrust closing her eyes her body becomes slick with sweat slowly his fingers wraps around her throat. Squeezing she begins another assent to the stars this time gasping for breath.
She utters the word he longs to hear.
"My beast."
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"You see the half-breed slut has been haunting me, with her wickedness. Taunting me with her tainted body. Soothing me with her lies! The half-breed cunt will scream, and whimper for me! This time I will brand it and understand its mistake."
Forcibly he calms down. "Do you know what her names mean? Pleasure spot." Motioning the barmaid for more drink he pauses. The wild passion he just displayed becomes tucked underneath the madness.
The whore escaped me once. Now, now with him as an ally cock-sucking tease will be mine. It finally made a powerful enemy. It won't escape this time. He is so willing for revenge. The piece will be his, again.
Cackling he downs the nauseous brew called ale then staggers to the upper rooms, anticipating her demise. His companion shifts, you cannot see through the darkness of his hood. His dream or vision lingers in his mind, then he smiles.
The hunt begins again....
Fleeing again her body falls. Exhaustion nips at her senses as she flees from her nightmare. Her slave owner has found her and wants her back. She knows this time he will try to break her soul. The warm forest, seemingly dark and mysterious is her only haven in this cold world of towns and cities.
This is the time of magic her people were once a part of the Eleven class. Proud with rich heritage and status until a group of war mongrel wizards took a tribe of sea faring eleven and twisted their souls to shadows. Poisoned they spread among the land like locus. Programmed to destroy the remnants of the villagers fought enslaved and pillaged leaving behind devastation and babies.
An outcast can survive here. No one to answer to she is free to do as she wills.
The sky turns dark from the overhead clouds. Pausing she looks up in wonder, quickly glancing behind her she hears nothing. Almost sighing in relief the notation hits her. The air is still and the ever teeming woods is quite, like before a storm. Slowly maneuvering with pointed ears alert she makes it across the ravine. Body so tense she could easily break in two, taking short breathes her eyes squint against the darkness. The foreboding taste of magic is in the air, cursing her luck she fights to quell the growing fear growing inside. Drawing her weapons she flushes her back to the mountain drawing closer to her home deep within the foreboding rock an abandon dragon's lair. The air stirs brushing against her hair.
Distrustful she glances around before ducking into the crevice tucked behind a boulder. Nimbly running down the narrow passageway reaching the spacious room she finally feels safe in her stronghold. Clasping on the stone floor sighing "By all that is and will be..." Rolling on her back focusing on the sound of the hidden spring she wonders what the night will hold.
Someone mockingly applauds her from the shadows "Oh, it has been quite sometime since we have been together huh, puppet?"
