Dance with the Devil

Ophelia pressed her paw to her lips, a substance fell down her forearm. Her tongue snaked out to press it against the wet and sticky liquid, the taste held a metallic taste but it was her ambrosia. A smile took hold of her facial expression, one would not find it calming or joyous. Her teeth were now visible as she starred in the direction of the others in the distance. A laugh escaping her form as she placed the paw downwards, her body crushing the skull of the victim she had slaughtered. Their white fur had been stained with their own blood, a mix of her own but the poor thing made the mistake of crossing in her path. The muscles flexed underneath her coat as she pushed herself closer to the eyes that beamed in the moonlight. 


Some had stepped backwards, their ears planted against their skull as they looked to their leader. He stood watching her, his face contorted with the darkness as the same hues looked back at the female. She had gone too far, perhaps it was his own fault but he would not take the responsibility. Ophelia was after all the daughter he had always wanted, a monster that would kill at his command. A wolf who could not feel for those around her, the she-wolf cared little for family and now it was her turn to make her father kneel before her. She pushed the smaller wolf to the side, as if she was nothing more than bones. This was a war and Ophelia would come out victorious, even if it meant her own life would be held on the line. Her brothers held against their father’s side, the two of them not wishing to fight their own flesh and blood. 


However, Ophelia would be glad to get rid of them… after all they were also just puppets against a string. Each word their father spoke was law and they knew that the moment he ordered for her head they would bring it. Ophelia was not stupid enough to come alone, she had her desires and it was for her father’s blood against her tongue. The voices in her head had fallen silent as the stare down continued. Both wolves flashing their teeth, rearing upwards on her hind legs she would lead the charge. Barking orders for the other wolves who had fallen into her leadership.


The battle rang true as bodies would collide in a dance of teeth and bones. It would go on into the morning hues as exhaustion exerted the others on the field. Bodies scattered in pools of blood as her tired form would breathe in the cold air. Her hackles rising as silver orbs matched that of the others. Anger would flow as she rushed over, he beckoned her into the thickets. Jowls snapping as the father and daughter would dance to the death. He was losing his fight as she grabbed onto his throat. Life was leaving his eyes… but she knew this was too easy. From the bushes came two others as they trapped her into the ground. The fight was now three against one, Ophelia already beaten and exhausted. She fought until her last breath was done…

Darkness shrouded her mind, she had felt at peace… finally. Her mother was calling out to her and she made out a silhouette shadow. She rushed forward after her, she would disappear then reappear several feet away. Once more she ran, confused as to why she was unable to catch up. The mother’s call would turn into a voice she recognized as one of the voices. Laughing at her as the shadow was quick to pull her out of the trance, ’We are not finished with you, Ophelia. Wake up… wake up… wake up…’ The laughter drowned out as Ophelia would awake. Her silver orbs blinking as new surroundings came into focus. What the fuck?


It was warm, night had continued to fall as she remembered the early break of dawn. The moon had welcomed her child into the world as her silver orbs turned upwards to stare at the sky. She sniffed, apples… flowers… great she was in some afterlife hell. Why did it smell so sweet, she sneezed, loudly as a groan escaped her lips. Lifting herself upwards on all fours, shaking her fur out, “Where the hell am I?”

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Weeks turned into days... days into hours, the hour was approaching for war, the looming mountain teased his eyes as he wandered its base, prowling like the beast he was. Excited, impatient, soon he would move. Even as the bright light of day stung his eyes, it only fuelled his irritation. Willing him to dive head first into the mountain's trail and find the woman he sought for the past month here and now... and yet, he waits. His eagerness to move and snuff out this flickering flame was not worth the possibility of failure.

For tomorrow, he would return to Blackwood Reach and call the Nightwalkers to join him in meeting with Célnes' army and storm the mountain as the first wave... preferably the only wave necessary as the mountain allies could remain seated and uncalled. He would not waste their time if it wasn't necessary.

The sweet aroma of blossoms did little to distract him from the target at hand. Their perfume lost to his senses as he cared little for their honeyed fragrance, tainted by his own foul odour as he wandered like a plague among the flowers. But something else did catch his attention, the scent of another that did not belong to Elkshire and its kind... a woman who called out questioning her whereabouts perhaps all too near the monstrous being lurking nearby.

He followed her voice, her scent, until finally crimson eyes caught sight of the newly awakened, and confused woman. He smiled. A wicked, cruel grin that would be charming if it weren't stained yellow and red. “A question you will never find the right answer to.” He calls out, sauntering closer with a heavy gait, his gaze trained on her with every step.

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Ophelia had known this was not home, the last thing she had remembered was the teeth baring around her neck. The way her father’s smug smile casted down on her as he whispered into her ear, ’Such a waste.’ then it all began to fade. Her large paws tried to swipe against his maw, anything to drag him into the pit of darkness with her. If she had to go down into the depths of hell then she would be damned if he wasn’t along for the ride. However, the two idiots who locked their jowls on her throat ripped her voice box away. She didn’t feel anything but rage and anger, she enjoyed the pain and would feed off of others. When it happened to be her own, she was starved for feeling anything. Her father managed to switch her emotions off at a young age, the only time she could feel was when teeth clashed against her skin. When her jaws clenched onto her prey’s throat, watching the life leave their eyes. The frightened stare they always seemed to have, yet she had not given them the satisfaction. If Ophelia were to die she would welcome Death’s victory. After all… he had been nipping at her toes since she entered the world.

The darkness was cold, quiet, and she had finally managed to sleep. The young wolf had strained her muscles hard during the fight, not having been sleeping since the nights leading up to the war. Then again… Ophelia never slept. She was always on edge, her mind would race and her body would go against her will of relaxing. Sometimes days would pass before the mortality in her slipped into unconsciousness. The vivid dreams ran wild within the confinements of her mind, perhaps that was her fear… to be alone with one’s thoughts. After all, her mind was a dirty bastard who continued to taunt her. The voices were brought in when her mother passed, it was as if that was her replacement for love. They would speak with her as the lonesome child grew up in isolation. Wolves cared little for a pup who was forsaken by their king. A bastard child was not welcomed to join the others in games.

She grew and that was when their father took interest, not only her subtle beauty but how large she had become. It all spiraled from there, emotions were stripped and the monster was born. His monster. The beast in which he was proud to take with him to their den, repeatedly raping the young she-wolf. She had become a beautiful specimen that he had created and what better way to create more than produce from the same genetics. After that had backfired, as he was unable to impregnate another, he had suggested one of the brothers. Ophelia declined… he hated the word no. He forced her into a den, starved… yet she escaped after the third day. Her brother, Iris, had distracted the guards and she broke free of the chains. 

Ophelia knew that revenge would rack her body… she started her own following of soldiers. Ruthless and easily manipulated by the swing of her hips and the batting of her lashes. She slept with no other, none worthy to lay beside her.

Ophelia’s distracted state would be cursed as she heard the twigs breaking, her hackles had raised quickly. Her own stained teeth revealed behind her maw as she twisted her body in the direction of the other. Red hues would catch against her silver pools, she drove herself to step forward. Challenging the other if he would be so kind to lend an ear as she would rip it off. Oh how nosey was this creature, surely how stupid was a man to invite himself in her line of vision.

His voice was deep as it vibrated between the two of them, the onyx ends continued to stay raised. Slowly they would depart to lay flat against her shoulders once more, “It’s funny, I do not recall asking you.” Her own voice was not shrill or fairy-like, much like other women. She had a velvety tone, thickened like honey as it would drip from her tongue, “Who is the man who dares enter the devil’s den so nonchalantly?” She would bait him, much like she did the others. Then her teeth would bare down against his skull.

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He has met her type before. In this life and the previous one... and in the next that he was certain of. The woman's dark hackles rose and his own fluttered excitedly along his spine, not quite as electrified as hers just yet but the tingling could be felt dancing along his skin. He always loved the feisty ones. Frightened lambs were fun in their own way, but it was the feisty ones who made him feel alive.

For it was the feisty ones who fought back, who he loved to break most of all or keep him challenged and blade sharpened for war. The lambs were too soft, made for the slaughter, while those like this dark vixen here clashed with his own blade in a deadly dance. Where would be the fun of being a Warlord if he was left unchallenged by all who walked across his path? His sword and senses would dull in the comfort of an unchallenged life, he would simply fade away like a bad nightmare as opposed to the plague he was meant to be. 

“Who else but the Devil himself?” Nonchalantly perhaps it was because he fit that mould so perfectly. A perfect cast for a man like him to fill. To break. As no one could possibly replicate the thing he was. “Now that has been cleared, who are you?” This time his own tone was harsh, demanding, threatening. If she was to play hardball with him he would do the same in return, holding a razor's edge with his baritones as he addressed her.

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The female could feel her body pull towards him, she could feel the way his eyes would emerge across her body. The large form of the female would continue to stand weary of the individual in front of her. Slowly her body began to unwind from the hostile atmosphere, the dance was pleasant and electrifying enough. The male bestowed in her presence would not hold fear, instead his interest had peaked in a different way. Almost excited to cross paths with the she-wolf, perhaps he was planning on looking for entertainment for the evening.

She looked to her body, scratches were none existent, as if her body had been healed from the turmoil of the other world she was plucked from. How strange… the scent that inhabited her form was more like cinnamon with an underlying scent of something else. A scent that was copper-like, to some it would be metallic while to others it was as if the gods doused her with ambrosia. It was the same scent he carried along his fur, the fur that smelt wicked against the fragrance of the apples. It sliced through and she would be sure not to forget the male who had decided to dance with the devil herself.

He spoke, the baritone in his voice had echoed between them, she could not help but feel the calling almost satisfying. The way he would present himself as the devil, a smirk would twitch against her maw before it would become a fit of laughter, “Oh? I did not know there was room on the throne for two.” Her voice would grow quiet as she decided to take it upon herself to get closer. No longer would her hackles raise as she swished her hips, for how large she was the female knew how to walk with grace. Her paws pressed, bending the grass under her paws. Teeth much like razors as she flashed them, the moonlight was their only outlet of light. Onyx fur blending into the shadows as her silver orbs imitated the moon itself.

He finally asked the question others begged to get out of their head, a name was powerful knowledge. Therefore she only gave it to those she knew would die at her paws or… if she seemed to genuinely enjoyed their company. Silly him, he should know better than to expect an answer from her. A test of the waters was in order as she broke the space between them, her body pressing gingerly to the left of his form before prancing away. Twisting her form she would move to nip against his flank, “My darling, the magic belongs in the mystery. Why would I wish to give up my name so quickly when by the end of the night you’ll be begging for me to allow you to say the syllables across your tongue.” In turn she did not care for his own name, as her form would move to face his front once more.

She would grab against the male’s scruff, she would test the limits this man would give her. Hoping that perhaps she could entice him to a game, her own power would radiate from her form. Pushing him forward as she used her weight to push him down the hill. Bodies would tangle to fight for the top, yet before he could make any moves to grab her she would leap away. It was his turn to see where the evening would take them, she had only hopes that he would play just as dirty as her.

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Even with he sweet aroma of flowers blossoming all around, his attention and senses were completely onto her. It was easy enough to ignore the sickening sweet aroma of the flowers in bloom as he honed in on her scent. Her voice. Her physique. She was almost as large as Morag and Eldra if he remembered properly, but she was not as tall. Nor was she some kind of small delicate flower neither. Just how he liked them, the brute thought while letting that grin crawl across his stained mug.

Thinking herself to be just as demonic as he was intriguing. What could she have possibly seen and done in a life prior to this meeting to sit on that throne of hers he wondered. Could he bring this one too among the ranks of Nightwalkers to use such a demoness to his advantage?“Always,” He cooed in a grim type of humour. “Right on my lap.” His eyes following her as she moved closer, nostrils drinking in her scent as it grew stronger with every bit of distance between them growing thinner by the moment. 

Pressing against his body he leaned into her just moments before the contact was broken again, the nip at his flank spurring for him to twist and return the favour. Snapping with eager teeth to bite at her hips. Never was he the gentle type and if she wanted to play this dangerous game with him, so be it. “I could always give you a name instead.” Turning to face the woman once more. “I will call you Schlampe — slut. How does that sound?”

Almost immediately he found himself being tugged on, pushed over and he didn't fight it this time while letting their bodies tumble down the small hill. He would have liked to wound up on top of her, but before he could do such a thing she was gone already. Leaping away out of his reach. Now, Vengeance wasn't one who hated being teased - in fact, it was a good aphrodisiac; but also, he was a rather impatient man.

Sliding into a stand, he quickly followed after her - long legs swiftly carrying him to hopefully catch up to the woman, teeth reaching out in hope to grab her by the hip or leg and stop her from constantly fleeing his grasp.

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The onyx she-wolf could not help but notice the width of the male, he was larger than herself… most males seemed to be. Yet the females were hard to come by, for genetics made them smaller than most males. It was just how wolves had always turned out to be, even if she were considered to be on the larger scale a male would hold large muscle or height. She cared little of structure and more for the mind that was trapped beneath. Intelligence was hard to find in larger brutes, usually they were quite stupid. Stricken by a woman's touch, much like himself he would soon fall victim to his needs. They all did eventually. She did not know him, he did not know her but the two of them would soon envelope one another in a battle. They would sharpen their fangs and move to grace one another with the turmoil that wreaked havoc on their bodies. It was a need they both wished to fulfill but Ophelia would not be so prone to give him something he wanted. She needed to keep him on the tip of his paws, raging the storm that would fire below his belly.

He would speak once more, saying how he adorned her lap like some kind of high class fur. She would not correct him, only allow him to believe that he was in charge of this situation. That she was not the puppet master, tugging against his strings smoothly. This is what she wanted him to believe, she needed him to let his guard down. To feel as if this whole situation was his idea, the saunter of hips would swing as a nip would land roughly against her flank. She would swat her tail along his cheek just as he pulled his muzzle away from the strike. This time he had thought that he would give her a name, “Call me as you wish, though it isn’t as powerful as to know one’s real name.” Pushing her form upwards as they would glide along the ground.

Her body pressed to his own as her hips would drop, only momentarily until her form would no longer caress his own, “Perhaps if you give me your name, I may be more inclined to share my own.” Her tail swished, gently rubbing up against his nose as she pranced away. Her vixen-like demeanor would continue to move, deeping in the forest she would call to him to follow. He did as he was told, wishing to only catch her in his maw.

She knew what he wanted, his determination to get it was so alluring that it almost made her laugh. The female would turn quickly in her tracks, just as his teeth pissed her hip by a hair. He was so close… but he had to hurry. The world around them would turn darker as the moon’s eyes would no longer play a part on their sinful act. She pushed herself towards him once more, this time her nose would press against his own. Slowly she would drop her head, nipping at his chest rather roughly. Before a laugh would emerge from her throat and just as quickly she would cast her teeth against his skin. If successful her teeth would wrap against his throat as a chuckle emerged from her lips, pushing her teeth further and further into his flesh before pulling away, “I have a feeling I have some use for you.” She could have killed him, she wanted to kill him… but right now she only wished to take in his blood. She knew she only had a moment before her teeth would strike to his shoulder, if another success would happen blood would cry from his flesh. Quickly did her tongue snake out and lick against the crimson, “They wish to play.” She laughed, her voices following suit as the game had finally begun.

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No matter what the woman thought of herself, how dangerous she might believe she was... he was there as well. A dangerous predator snaking through the grass. Waiting to sink his fangs into her flesh and bone, to suck the marrow right out of her bones if given the chance to. There were always other things females could do for him of course and so the Warlord wasn't about to eviscerate just about any woman that crossed his path... especially if she was potentially a good one for future genetics of his.

The jury was still out on this one.

The woman continued to play this game that her name was something just beyond his reach, that he should beg and work for it as some kind of treat. If he were any other man perhaps it would have worked. Perhaps her charm would have done more for him than frustration and some intrigued. All he knew for the time was he wanted to catch her. For her to stop fleeing just outside of his reach like some kind of smoke in the wind.

“As tempting as that may be, I rather enjoy this nameless play of ours.” As her tail brushed against his nose, he would try to bite it before once again it would fall too far from his grasp. Teeth snapping against the air before moving to follow her again... Lips lifting in mild aggravation until the woman whipped around to face him again. This time closing the distance between them herself, nosing his chest until some aggressive grooming would begin...

A low rumbling warned her of this, only for it to grow as lips lifted to expose the yellowing fangs as his threat grew louder with her fangs now around his throat. Piercing through just enough for her to lap up the crimson liquid that poured out. She should have killed him for that may have been her only chance. “Is that so?” Just what kind of use was she thinking of? What kind of game were "they" speaking of? With their current closeness he wouldn't waste the opportunity to reach out and try to grab her neck himself. Gently at first only to add the pressure to see just how much she could take.

If only he could make her squirm, to regret initiating such a game with such a foul man like himself. Oh hoe he would love to see the light fade from her eyes as he took the breath from her lungs.

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The way the two danced with one another would look like an act of violence, however, it seemed the two of them played nicely to one another. She had half a mind to take him back to her cavern, embrace him before her fangs would crawl across his chest and rip out the very heart that would beat for her. Refraining herself, this male was large… his muscles would ripple against the under coat. It had her mind move to all the naughty things that they could end up doing together.

She did not know who this male was, perhaps he may have worked for her father but… she did not think of such things. It was different here, she did not feel his gaze looming over her but why was she thinking of her father in such a time like this. Her focus must stay on the prize in front of her. She wished for him to want more of her company after this evening, after all to gain a follower would make her one step closer to her goal at ruling the entire island she found herself trapped on. She needed numbers, with just herself in this world she would have to start from scratch. This time she would not be liable to make the mistakes she had in the past.

Teeth would fall into the air as she heard the snapping of teeth, it made her smile - deviously. Oh how much fun they could have together, if only he would be more fun to tease. He was different from the men she usually persuaded to sleep with her. He did not succumb so easily to her charm, it seemed as though they would continue with the waltz.

The one who will take the lead… now that would be a duel. His voice being felt in the back of her head, her eyes never trailing to his own - not yet. He would continue to guess what exactly lurked behind her intentions with him. Sexual tension would rise and fall in waves. He did not give a name to the face, little cared for the formalities. This was just a quick fuck, someone to take her aggravation out of. What better than a complete stranger she met when waking up in this shithole place. One that smelt too sweet for her liking.

Her breath would hitch as she felt his teeth graze into her throat, ““Tch… I would have thought you had something more interesting than copying me.”She pushed deeper into him, her neck stretching out so she was able to reach his ear, her tongue snaking out to press along the inner canal. Releasing her maw to knick his ear, piercing it with her canine. Hoping to create a notch in one side, if he did not pull away already. His teeth would bare deeper into her throat and oh gods did it feel like a rush. Blood would slip passed her skin and into his maw, “How predictable.” She cooed into his ear. Her breathing ragged.

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The woman was playing a high-risk game with an even more vicious man than she might realize. She coiled and cooed as they waltz on a razor's edge. Her voice mocked his decisions, accusing him of copying her - oh but how wrong she was. As the woman pressed in closer to nip at his ear, to leave a notch at its base.

An ear was something so little in comparison to the throat she just simply offered to him as she pressed in further into his grasp. The sting in his ear easily ignored as he tasted her sweet blood upon his tongue as fangs cut into her throat with her own movements, only for him to lean into it with fever. A hunger to grab on.
 

— and never let go.

Her words pushed him further. A rumble deep in his throat echoed as he tightened his grip, unwilling to let her go until she realized just how deep of a pile of shit she had just stepped in. Like a vice he'd hang on with every intention of suffocating the woman, to listen to her haggard breath grow guttural... panicked perhaps once she realizes just what she had found herself into.

A beautiful death for a beautiful woman, what a gift he was offering her just now. She would be far too gone by then to care what he did with the body after... still warm and soft, perfect for some self pleasuring with no bitching after that she had not finished herself.

If she made no efforts to escape his grasp, the grip would simply tighten with eager anticipation to slowly snuff her light out.

And his muscles and body hardened with anticipation, muscles coiling and pushing against her as he made his intentions clear.

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The stubborn female would not cave into the male’s desires, she knew what the outcome would be if he continued to grip against her throat. However, the onyx she-wolf made no attempt to escape, she welcomed the desire to sleep. Sleep… was a foreign object to grasp. The onyx she-wolf had found herself in the depths of hell once she opened her eyes to this world, as if her body would not rest until she had escaped into the eternal depth of death she had desired to openly.

However, it would not be at the hands of this male. She would decide when she would die and right now was not the right time for that. Unfinished business is what kept her into this world, this is where she would await for her father. For if she made it into this place that would mean the Devil himself would have to follow. She would kill him in this world and hope for the demons to gnaw against his flesh, all while she sits at the head of the throne. Yet… now she found herself in a pickle it seemed. Ophelia being the psychotic wolf she was, dared not utter the pain that accompanied her throat collapsing.

He did not wish to kill her… she could tell with the way his teeth were delicate enough not to rupture her trachea. Her consciousness began to slip as the oxygen to her brain had started to snuff out. Gaze moving towards the sky above, the moon witnessing such an act of satanic behavior. Her ears flicked, hearing the gurgling sound of her blood in his throat. Smirking softly to oneself she had hoped that he would choke on it. Dirty bastard. She began to giggle to herself, “Are you knocking me out…” Her breath haggard, “Because you’re afraid I won’t be able to feel it?” It was a shortness of breath that continued onwards. Even in her onslaught of insults he would continue. She did not pull away.

Yet, she could not help but wonder if that was the case of his actions. Perhaps he was small, his poor manhood could not please a lady to climax so he knocked them out. Raping them but as they awoke they would wonder why her headache hurt more than her privates. The thought made her smile. How upsetting was a man of his size to have a small dick. Now it all made sense… A cough commenced past her maw as she began to feel her paws grow numb. Slipping, her weight would falter as the large she-wolf pushed herself deeper into him. Perhaps this was for the best, “At least I won’t be disappointed.” A soft cough-laugh followed suit.

Within a few minutes, the silver irises slipped behind her eyelids, fluttering ever so often as she grew tired. Spots developing over her eyes before darkness would follow suit. With one movement her body unlatched from his teeth and she fell to the ground, breath grasping for the oxygen it desperately needed but her eyes refused to reopen. Soon it fell into a steady beat as she slept the unconsciousness away.

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Even as she gurgles her words, wasting the last breaths she could as he held on with a python's grip. Tightening without tearing as every exhale gave way to more pressure he could give without puncturing the skin just yet. It was all a matter of timing, a quick bite left lacerations and blood, viscera everywhere - while slowly he could avoid the final blows that would let her live out her final moments without any scaring of what he had in plan for her.

Her insults didn't feed the moment, the desire - no. She would feel it, he was certain of it. Once the woman would awake in time, every horrible thing he'd do to her would be felt as there would be no stopping him as consciousness slipped from her. Holding on for a moment longer to ensure she was absolutely out - only then did he get into the position. Using rough paws to move her into an easier position and toss away that tail of her without a care as to where it would be during.

It didn't matter if he was predictable to her. He would be unforgettable.

Upon Célnes' lands he would defile this woman. Having no tenderness in his actions as he simply plunged himself into her without remorse. A sense of pleasure and ownership over the woman and the situation as he had ultimate control over it all. It didn't matter what she saw in herself or him, what mattered was the truth - and the truth was, she was his in this very moment. Using her vaginal juices and his own mixed within her upon his release to move to her rear - a different hole to stretch out and fill with himself.

As soon as she awoke, if not during the moment he forced onto her - she would be covered with him, internally and externally, vaginal and anal.

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Get up The hiss was just a whisper in her mind as she tried to push it away. Wanting nothing more than to sleep… to keep herself in the bubble as the male did whatever he wished above the surface. The bubbling sensation would continue as the voices were more dominant this time, Idiot! they practically screamed. Over and over an onslaught of slurs would remind her how pathetic she was. She was not… she was the daughter of a tyrant. A demoness whose body would not be touched without a fight. Ophelia gave little fight, instead she pranced her form around as if it was nothing more than an unwinnable prize. It seemed as though she played with fire a little too close. Would he pay little attention to the subtle cues, perhaps thinking it was her body reacting to the way his cock intruded into her. Without consent her body would react in a way that only a female would.

Her ears would twitch as the thumping of his hips against her form would awaken the beast that had stirred within her. It seemed she had felt that her purpose for coming into this world was for the likes of him. The minx was nothing more than a toy to the fools who thought so little to her. She had marked him against the ear and soon enough her talons would grasp the earth. Fighting herself for consciousness as her breathing would hitch, Ophelia was the devil herself and she would be damned if this lesser creature would be able to produce his seed over her. The large beast had taken in the world through her half massed eyes, it was foggy but she knew where the male was. An intruder trying to rearrange her guts, her gaze turned upwards to latch onto his own.

He had just pushed himself in her anal region and that was enough, exit only buddy! The dark lass would allow her paws to surge her forward. Stumbling with the lack of consciousness the female twisted her body to look over at him. The juices slipped down her vaginal area, slipping down her legs. Hackles raised as she slipped her tongue across her jowls, revealing the blood stained teeth beneath. Her body reacted before she had the chance to get a grasp her muscles. Wanting his blood to stain her fur the female leapt, her ears pinned in defense as she rammed her teeth to his shoulder. The time for talking was over, if he wanted to continue it would be a fight for dominance. Only then would he prove himself worthy of her flesh.

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He was enjoying himself for a moment. But even with the bodily pleasures he oh so loved when they squirmed under his presence, fought against his grip and screamed as he got his way with them. Unconscious meant there was little they could do against him, but it also was less fun... especially if she would awaken long after he was gone and there was no time for him to relish in the moment as they realized what had been done to them.

Which his wishes came true in time as he pushed himself into the forbidden hole, awakening the woman from her impromptu slumber. She shifted quickly and bit into his shoulder, bringing fourth a pleased growl as he simply pressed his weight against hers to see if he could pin her under him and keep invading her space with his member. The thrusting had come to an end as he only wished to push in deeper and remain there, feeling her body reject him as he fought against it. To feel her pulsate around him with hatred filling her veins enticed him in the moment.

In turn he would bite down on her scruff. A fight for dominance it was and he was hungry enough to become the victor. Saliva pooled from his lips as the sick twisted grin crawled along his maw wether he managed to get her skin between his teeth or not. If given the chance he would even pin her paws down against the ground with his own, hoping to swallow her body entirely with his own.

Oh how he loved it when they fought. It brought him such euphoria.

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Ebony fur contrasted against the moon’s full gaze, illuminating the hues of purple and blues. An exquisite creature who was easy on the eyes, she held a femininity even for her large form. A conquest many would wish for but not many achieved. She knew her worth and this man was unworthy of her touch. As he took her, the female’s insides would churn. Pleasure was not easily subdued in the sexual act alone. No, she needed dominance, she needed proof that the opposite or even same sex was able to perceive her level. Was able to take her, the fact that he was so willing to remove her consciousness meant that he was just a coward.

The stench of blood created a euphoria, the subtle hints of decay that pressed against the strands of his fur was out shadowed. All she could smell was the sweet ambrosia that erupted against her nostrils, that would soon grace her tongue once more. She had marked him, little did he know that he was [i]hers[/b]. Certainly he could do as he pleased with any other bitch but he was now a part of her Harem. A harem she would build within the new confines of this world. Eventually he will seek her out once more. He will crave the taste of her blood.

Her eyes held a desire for the fight, the sheer excitement caused her body to react in a way one would think because of him. No. He did little to her. Strong but was he strong enough. They outmatched one another but not enough the female would lay willingly. His member still displayed itself in her opening, not yet knotted. She would be able to escape if she used the right tactics. Silver hues would find another placement as her teeth left his shoulder, going further upwards. Grabbing the side of his scruff, her body twisting. This would be her chance if she could just roll onto her back. A growl emitted from her jowls, the female moved in a way that was uncomfortable. Feeling his teeth try and grab against her scruff, it was too late. Just as he went to strike her head smacked backwards. If successful she hoped that would stun him enough where she would twist to her back.

Feeling the earth against her, her haunches pushed underneath him. She bucked, this in hope to unlatch the spawn from her vaginal region. A smirk following suit, pushing herself up on all fours she twisted herself once more towards him. Blood and cum dripping, wait did this place make her a virgin again? Guess so…? Orbs of silver casted upon the larger being as she beckoned him forward. Just as he moved she did too, her muscles rippled underneath her pelt. Ears pinned, teeth exposed as they made up with their own deadly dance.

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Well, he had his fun while it lasted. She twisted and turned against him, a different kind of sensation that he enjoyed. But as she made her distance from him. Already having his fill (and she of him at this point kek), the man just watched with satisfaction in his eye. She growled as she found her footing, ready to fight again, but he had no desire to do so.

She was not on his nor Célnes' lands - he had already gotten his fun out of this in every way possible. So why fight her any further? “You have no more use for me.” He tossed out casually, carelessly as he couldn't give two shits about her unless she wanted to be his next meal. With a snort he began to make his way back to the Reach - he had spent too much time here in the Southern lands as is.

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