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Lethal Ritual

Part two of two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Adagiodajiang

But the thought died in his mind as Alyssa was escorted in, her flanks already painted with glowing, purple runes. She was naked, which was not unusual for Sandor to see, but it was highly out of the ordinary for her to be naked while she was flanked by centaurs wearing long, draping cloaks. Even though the cloaks, in rich, vibrant colours, hung over their hindquarters, they did not conceal their swinging balls and the soft shift of their equine sheaths under their bellies.

They did not hold Alyssa, however, the doe-taur's hands were behind her back while her hair spilt down her shoulders, eyes wide and wild. She looked to be bound like Sandor had been, though it was wolves and hawk-like birds of prey, even a bear and a lynx too, who guarded her. Whereas Sandor had been left alone for the moment, a bulky black bear and an eagle with a brown head - a golden eagle? - flanked him on either side, gripping his upper arms with enough force to make him flinch.

"Ah - Alyssa!"

Startled into action, he wrenched at them, trying to yank his body from their grasp, not caring when their claws and talons dug in, the guards unmoving. They were not to be swayed by any emotion or physical displays of force, oh no. For they had dealt with ones like Sandor time after time again. He would be no different to those that had gone before.

Alyssa strained towards Sandor - but the centaurs blocked her way before

"We regard you as a princess, Alyssa," one of the diviner centaurs, aged but still refined in his body and his mind, said. "Thus, you shall be granted the greatest of honours, while we ensure you are without a mate to hold you back. These centaurs, young and virile, are to be your mates, those that you will breed with, producing many strong heirs."

She squealed and tried to kick, though the lynx and coyote holding her didn't seem to notice her fighting back at all. Her legs quivered, her hocks shivering, and her tail tucked down as if to protect the last little drops of modesty that she had in her.

"No..." She whispered, yet Sandor's ears pricked to catch her words. "I don't... I can't... I am Sandor's... He is mine. Please, no, we will give you anything else you want, there are riches of the forest that I can offer you. Please, let him go, let us go..."

Sandor's heart swelled. Yes... Yes, he could do anything with Alyssa by his side, though the fox still reeled. They were going to...force her to mate with the centaurs? No! Out of the question! He snarled and snapped, wrenching his body back and forth, though he barely even managed to shift the eagle and the bear. They snorted disparagingly at him.

"Settle down, cur," they grunted. "Your time to cum...will come. Hehe...Heh..."

That was some kind of joke to them, but the older centaurs had already begun. Alyssa screamed, a heart-wrenching sound, and tried to haul her small, lean body from their grasp, cloven hooves skittering on the stone floor, though it was no use. It would never have been any use at all, not as the elder centaur, a dappled grey with a strong, olive-toned body rising from his equine half, held up a jewel, emitting a green light.

And when Alyssa's eyes fixed on it, there was nothing left for her to do. She was gone, locked into the spell of the centaurs, infatuated and fixated on the jewel, nothing else left in her world.

Her struggles faded, though something new rose within her. Even as Sandor watched in horror, her hind end rocked back and forth, her tail flicking up high to reveal the soft fur under her tail, wet with her arousal.

"Ohhhhh..." She moaned. "Yesssss... Please..."

"Alyssa! Alyssa, what's wrong? Talk to me, Alyssa!"

No one stopped Sandor from shouting, though the younger male centaurs did chuckle amongst themselves. When they had been chosen for their breeding prowess and taken female taur before, who had also been under the influence of the light-emitting gem, they knew what was coming. How amusing it was to them that Sandor did not...

"Yessss... Please..." Alyssa blinked rapidly, as if she was trying to make something around her come into focus, though it was not that easy, no. "I need... Need..."

But the doe-taur could not get out what she needed, not even as Sandor gaped, the centaurs surrounding her, cocks sliding thickly from their sheaths. Their breeding tools were so much larger than anything at all that Sandor could have to offer that, honestly, the fox knew that he could never compare to them in terms of sheer size - yet he had always pleased his lover with his muzzle and tongue too! And it wasn't about size either...

Even then, the fox tried to justify to himself why the centaurs were not better than him, even as a black centaur with tanned skin - white, though it was obvious just how much time he had spent out under the sun - reared up, his cock slapping his underbelly. For a moment, Sandor thought that he was going to come down on top of Alyssa and crush her under him, but the centaur gracefully, for a creature of his size, caught himself over her back end, the flat head of his cock prodding up lewdly under her tail.

"The gem, of course, works on all female taur," the elder explained to Sandor, though he seemed to be doing so only for his own pleasure, a smirk tugging ever so faintly at his lips. "They cannot do anything at all under its influence, left with only a duty to breed. It is the best way for the ones that we deem worthy to bear our seed, after all..."

The fox gaped, though he could only watch in horror, even as trickles of blood marked his fur from where their claws dug into him. He didn't even feel the pain, his eyes fixed on Alyssa, how the centaur's cock bowed against her, the tip finding her folds and, slowly but surely, catching. His cock sank into her, deeper already than Sandor's could ever go, her hind legs lightly bowed and semi-buckling, though that was purely due to her need. She wasn't struggling with taking his weight, for the centaur balanced most of his weight back on his hind hooves, not needing to rest upon her.

No... He was more interested, at least in Sandor's eyes, in ploughing into Alyssa, slamming in deeper and deeper, his cock squelching into her body past the medial ring. Alyssa's moans echoed through the too-bare room, bouncing off the walls, trying to rock back into his rampant thrusts even then.

But Alyssa was still present in her mind, even as she wanted sex. Yes, both her body and her mind craved sex deeply, her pussy clenching around him. Yet her mind caught up with what was happening - that was not Sandor on her back! No, her fox could never feel like that, pounding deeply, working in a thick fuck stick, the scent of horse swelling around her.

"Wait... No... Ohhhhhh!"

She groaned, shaking her head. Wait, that was wrong, she shouldn't have been moaning! But why did it feel so good? All her body wanted was more of his cock inside her and, even though she wanted to kick him off, to slam her hoof back into his thigh and get him away from her, her legs just inched apart a little more for him all over again. Her mind screamed but, when her lips parted, she couldn't get out the words she wanted.

"Ah... No! Mmmmm... Nnnnggghhhh, that feels... Ah! Sandor... Sandor, oh..."

She panted heavily, tipping a little further forward, though it was not as if the centaur was going to let her slump to the ground, not even then. He would have still kept right on fucking her with barely a shift in the strokes of his dick, for he knew what his job was and the centaur was more than willing to take Alyssa against her will.

No... Not at all. He didn't have to worry, no... He had taken so many just like her, the smaller doe-taur quivering under him, even as her body rocked back against him, tail flicked up him. The heat of her pussy closed and rippled around his cock, milking him of his load, though the centaur was nowhere near ready to cum yet, not yet.

He could last for exactly as long as he needed to, all in order to cum, to spill his load, to make sure the doe-taur was not just taken but truly broken too.

"Ah... Yes... Take... Mmm..." Her lips parted, tongue dancing out over her lower lip, though the sheen of saliva left there only lasted for a moment before it evaporated. "Mmm... Such a big...male..."

She panted heavily, her head spinning. It was wrong, yes, so very wrong...and yet right too? It would only be once, she was sure, the green light of the gem cast over her, glinting over her skin and short coat of hair. She wanted to fuck and it would only be once, wouldn't it? Trying a mate with someone who was stronger and more masculine than her lover... Just once, that could not be so bad, could it?

Sandor, however, was not there to only watch, of course. The fox, in his horror at seeing Alyssa taken and penetrated, had forgotten that there was an even worse fate awaiting him.

Paka ground up behind him, ripping away his tattered trousers, though his hind paws were already bare. He snarled and wrenched as if to pull away, but the eagle and the bear still held him fast. There was no one holding Alyssa at that time, just the centaurs, for the cluster of the virile stud males was all that her increasingly lust-addled body needed to stay exactly where it was.

"No..." Sandor growled, yet he was gripped so tightly that he couldn't move, head jolting back, the only part of him that he could use as a weapon. "Stop! No!"

He tried to pour all the authority into his tone that he possibly could, but it wasn't as if anyone was going to listen to him. Even though he had sworn to protect Alyssa, the fox was still young, still nowhere near far enough along in his training to do what he needed to do for her. There was too much going on, all at once, his tail hole exposed as a cock pressed up to it.

He tried his best, but not even Sandor was able to swallow a howl as Paka's cock ground up into his backside. He tried to jerk away, hips shifting, rocking, but pleasure lanced through him too, a wicked kind of delight that was due to his body alone. His mind was not in it and his heart most certainly was not - he'd never even thought about fucking a male before!

He gulped, eyes brimming over with tears, clenching his jaw. Sandor twisted his head back and forth, huffing and panting, need coursing through. But it was not need for the foxhound, not for Paka, not even as the other hound painted more runes on his cock and crotch. They only went around the base of his shaft for the moment, Tuka's head sliding down as he took the fox's shaft into his mouth. There was no sensuality in it, of course, for Tuka was just doing his job and no more than that, never any more than that. He didn't see any need for it, not as he drew back a little, smirking up at Sandor.

Despite the fox being physically above the foxhound, the canine still seemed to tower. Sandor shifted, gritting his teeth and turning away.

"What a weak hunt you turned out to be..." Tuka mocked. "Such prey should at least run away. But you were caught in our snare as easy as Paka and I could ever have liked."

Sandor snarled and snapped, yet he felt like he couldn't control his jaw, lightly drooling. Did the runes do more to him? Maybe they were just another snare that the hounds had not told him about...

He could not know, did not know. Not as more and more runes were added to his cock, glowing gold as they activated.

Paka thrust harder, his cock driving into Sandor's tail hole, pain spearing through. Yet the runes brought out that sense of pleasure too, straight to the forefront of his mind, too much clustering and clouding in on his senses, demanding his attention from all directions at once. But it was not any kind of attention that the fox wanted to give, not as he watched, his heart sinking in the true horror of a lover who had been scorned and tossed aside.

The centaur's cock seemed to go deeper and deeper, using exactly as much as he needed, huffing and grunting, though it was Alyssa that screamed first. Her hips bucked on his cock, her lips forming the word "no" even as the only thing that came out was a moan. Behind Sandor, the foxhound laughed as Sandor's nose dropped.

The centaur was...filling Alyssa. He stomped and lashed his tail, the whippy, thin hairs striking the air, balls rocking up against Alyssa's hind end as he thrust and thrust, creamy rivulets oozing out around the base of his shaft. He grunted through climax, power resplendent in the muscular sheen of his body, intent only on breeding her, spending every single last drop of his seed into her pussy.

"No..."

Sandor breathed the word, yet his body jerked forward. His cock was hard and the fox could not tell himself that it was only because of the runes, because of everything that the hounds were putting him through. No... It was because he could see the centaur coming, wishing with all his might that it was him there, that it was him and only him filling Alyssa's pussy, feeling her wet heat close and ripple around his cock.

"Only a centaur can satisfy your so-called mate," Paka grunted, taunting Sandor even as he thrust. "Did you think that a cock as small as yours could ever satisfy her?"

Sandor groaned, trying to look away, though a rush of arousal flowed through him, the hound's cock hitting his prostate. Damn it! He couldn't let that get the better of him, closing his eyes and panting shallowly, trying to come back to himself through any means possible.

He couldn't give in... He couldn't cum... The elder centaurs crowded in close, inspecting Alyssa's right flank where a single rune had been put on its own. The centaur who had fucked her first, drew back and out from her pussy, his cock softening and pointing gently down even as it held its shape. The flare was heavily engorged, swollen and needy, but he had done what he needed to do for the moment.

"She is not pregnant," the diviner stated, stepping back. "Continue with the ritual, there's nothing you need to hold back here."

He spoke to the other centaurs, not Alyssa. She quivered, trying to slump forward, but there was another centaur coming. He was smaller and lither than the others, though Sandor's eyes had, naturally, landed on the biggest and strongest of them. Yet even that smaller, more sickly-looking centaur was bigger than him as his cock hung out.

"No... Oh... No, please...."

"Your duty," the elder centaur said, directing her to the glowing gem and the light once more, "is to breed every taur in the tribe. There is no refusing."

No... There really was not.

Alyssa shook before the centaur and trembled, her head moving back and forth, but too slowly to be a true no. She had said to herself that she would take one and that would be enough, enough for her to feel and enough for her to see that it was not what she wanted, even though every fibre of her being screamed at her to comply too. It was all so confusing! Why did her head want one thing and her body another? She wanted Sandor, but she wanted every last one of the centaurs too, even beyond her body being taken and bred in the way that her mind repeated, over and over again, that she craved.

The green light of the gem sank into her, revitalising her, even as the centaur's cock sank into her, his bay coat lightly shiny even though he was not as strong as the one who had gone before. He thrust hard and fast in short, driving strokes as if he was eager to wedge every last inch of his cock into her that he could, Alyssa's head swimming with pleasure already.

Sandor moaned, forced to watch. And yet there was a tightness in his body too, that curling need to cum pressing against the back of his mind with greater and greater urgency. But he could not allow it, even though his body was hopelessly out of his control.

Everything was out of his control.

"Even the weakest centaur," Paka barked, "is stronger than you. You're not even qualified to be her husband, not against him."

Sandor shuddered. Yet he did not ask them to stop. Whatever could he do to get the hounds to stop their baying, after all?

"Nothing more than prey to us, though the next hunt will be all the sweeter for a mage that actually puts up a fight," Tuka taunted, jerking off his cock, sometimes curling his tongue around it too, all to drag the fox closer and closer to that terrifying edge. "Such a weak, small kill for us... Look, you're not even enough for us to write every rune on. We've had to compromise."

"Your taur princess likely always compromised with you..."

Sandor quivered. That wasn't fair, that wasn't fair at all. Yet what could he do? She was there and her moans cut through the air, though the fox still chanced that there was a sheen of desperation in Alyssa's eyes that was not down to the needs of his body.

"Alyssa..." He grunted, though it was a mistake to talk, as he needed every last scrap of energy that he had in him to hold back his orgasm. "Please..."

"Oh, isn't that cute?" Tuka laughed, rubbing his cock, as if it was nothing more than a mere plaything to him. "Hm... You think calling out to your mate is going to get you what you want? Don't make me laugh! It's a jest, surely, that you ever honestly thought yourself to be good enough for her, your body good enough for her."

Paka grinned, thrusting harder and faster, grinding up against the gland inside the fox's tail hole. Of course, the canine knew exactly what he was doing, how hard he had to thrust to make Sandor whimper and howl.

"Your mate is prey," he groaned out, the words raking themselves through ardent delight at capturing his prey to leap from his lips. "And you are prey too. Those things simply do not go together... Unff. Well, only in one way."

Paka thrust harder and harder, though Sandor could never have understood the sick kind of pleasure that the foxhound was taking from the moment. The fox just couldn't drag his eyes away from Alyssa, as she moaned, his name briefly on her lips and then overruled by the kind of groan that he had never seen come from her, not even the once, when he had been mating with her.

Maybe they were right about him...

Yet the fox's end was coming, whether he was ready for it or not.

The centaur grunted and climaxed inside the doe-taur, his sheath pressed all the way up to the slit of her sex, pulling back a little more to expose the grey base of his equine shaft. And yet there was so little cum that time, though he was deemed stronger than Sandor in every way, that nothing even oozed out. Still, the doe-taur's legs quivered at taking him, panting heavily, her sides starting to darken with scent as the musky heat of arousal flooded the stone-walled room.

And yet...

On her flank, that time, the rune glowed, lighting up bright and strong. Sandor froze, heart pounding, the cock under his tail seeming to burn with the intensity of Paka's thrusts. Tuka sucked on him, draining him, pulling him to the edge.

His cock twitched.

"She is pregnant!"

The elder diviner announced it with a smile, settling himself back with a content nod at the deed having been done. Sandor's head swirled and pounded, disconnected, disjointed thoughts chasing each other around.

Pregnant...

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My doe...

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Sickly centaur...

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Better than me...

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Said I'm prey...

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Pregnant...

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Blood roared in his ears, his body trembling all over. He didn't even realise that the eagle and the bear were not holding him anymore, leaving him well and truly to the twins, for the true hunters and predators there to do their job.

And they knew how to do it well as his body exploded in heated pleasure, sweltering through him as if molten lava, which he had seen, once, at the site of a volcano, was taking the place of blood in his veins. Dimly, very faintly, the fox thought that that must have been what magic felt like in his body, flowing through his nervous system, everything connected, but the knowledge was no good to him. Not as he fixed on the centaur's slimmer cock easing out of Alyssa, how his doe-taur still bucked her hips and ground back, as if she wanted more. He could not tell what was in her head, but pleasure coursed through him too ardently for him to concentrate.

It was blissful, if terrifying. The end was coming, yet...not quite. For Sandor was a dual-attribute mage, with fire and wind magic at his disposal, and he growled passionately with the pounding of the cock over his prostate. It fit inside him better then, since the pain had faded, everything good, so very good. Yet it did not fit there or belong there, not with his guilt and horror at not being able to provide for his partner, not even to protect her.

"Give in, prey..." Paka growled, his cock still hard, his stamina impressive. "She's found someone better now."

Sandor whimpered.

"No... Alyssa. Alyssa... Alyssa..."

Again and again, he repeated her name, mouthing it when he was not able to form every syllable properly in a way that it could be allowed to fly from his lips. He was aware that he was still there, even as his cum was collected, though...it was just semen.

Tuka frowned.

"A dual-wielding mage... And yet you still could not protect her, you were still hunted and captured. How weak are you? Less than the runt of the litter..."

Sandor shuddered. He couldn't stop shaking, eyes still on the rune, glowing on her flank. It meant something that he could not put words to, something that not even he could ever reach.

"Nooooo..." He breathed, exhaling in a moan, head hanging. "Alyssa... My Alyssa."

"Not anymore, runt."

Paka withdrew from Sandor briefly, conferring with his twin.

"For a dual-attribute mage," he said, "we'll have to make him cum again. Then, his magic will flow and drain."

"More than that," Tuka said, pressing his lips together into an unyielding, hard line. "Use the life-taking rune toom, intertwined with the soul-taking rune. He's more important than we realised and we cannot have a necromancer doing something as insidious as raising him and his soul again later, we could be accused for this. It's not enough to drain and kill him: every last bit of this scrap of prey must be wiped out of existence."

Except for his magic, of course, for that would fetch a very high price for the hound twins indeed. The Mage Guild didn't like mage hunters, for obvious reasons, and had been known to resurrect mages, even if the spells, quite often, were temporary, for bringing the mage hunters to order was one of their top priorities. If Sandor had not strayed from the guild city and into the forest, where he had met Alyssa before he had even known that they had divined her to be the princess of the taurs, he might well have remained safe for a long time.

Alas, times had changed.

He panted heavily, drained, weakened. He had not known that it was possible to feel so weak, as if he was going to throw up but he no longer even possessed the energy to do so. He swayed, toppling forward onto his knees, though no one bothered to catch him. If he hurt himself, they only needed his cock and his cum too, all to complete the ritual.

No...

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"Alyssa..."

"Stop saying her name, weakling," Paka grunted, drawing another rune on his cock and another near the tip, though he had to be careful of the head, so as not to smear it in the sheen of cum still lingering there. "She's not going to hear you."

The approach that the foxhounds planned to take on him was even more brutal and barbaric in stripping everything that Sandor was and had been from the mortal coil. In taking his life and soul, there would be no remnant of the fox, not in magic and not in breath either. If there was an afterlife, well...Sandor would not be found there either. Because a soul had to exist for that to be permitted.

"No..."

He twisted weakly but hardly managed to move, Tuka roughly holding him up. Yet Paka hesitated, pausing in the rune.

"I cannot complete it..." He said, peering at Sandor, one of his ears twitching further forward. "You... Is he not an Arctic fox? But with the white fur..."

His heart leapt and he struggled again, trying to pull back, to make his cock go soft, even, so that he could not cum. Anything at all he could do, even as the inevitable crept closer and closer to him. Yet was there any point in holding anything back at all when Alyssa had already been taken from him?

The fox could not know what was in her mind...

They did not know his species, so the rune could not be finished, the Arctic fox species lacing it incorrect for Sandor, which gave him more time. Tuka raised his head, letting out a resounding bark.

"Doe-taur princess! Tell us! What species is your mate? If you would even call him your mate anymore..."

Paka snickered and Sandor shook his head, shrinking back. Alyssa looked at them, lips parting and closing, over and over again. Although she had heard the question, she could not swim back to the surface for long enough to think of anything other than centaur cock. She had already had three orgasms on the pricks that had been buried inside her and she hungered for more, as disgusted as she was at herself too, in a faint sort of way, for betraying Sandor. Yet all of that had never truly been the doe-taur's choice.

"I..." She struggled for words. "No..."

The influence of the gem made her want to breed and she was already pregnant, though arousal was still there, making her thoughts slow and sluggish. The doe-taur did not know just how close her mind was to being completely broken, however, drifting in a haze of desire. She knew she had a mate and that she couldn't reveal his species, yet no more than that.

She still wanted their cocks.

A third centaur stepped in, with a black coat, older with a trimmed beard and a muscular body. Graith didn't have to lift his head high, for he already stood so tall that everyone had to look up at him. Sandor shivered. He didn't have to know their hierarchy to understand that he was the leader, although he had caught Graith's name in passing mutterings amongst the other centaurs. Funny, as he had not thought that it would have been possible for his broken mind to focus on anything else, not like that.

"You will speak, princess..." He grunted, rearing up on his back legs, his fleshy cock, mostly grey with a hint of pink, slapping against his lower belly in a splatter of pre-cum. "Or else there will be no more cock for you... Not from me... Not from Stavros... Not from any centaur."

Alyssa quivered, eyes wide. No...more? Oh, how she needed it!

Sandor's eyes fixed on her, heart sinking, not wanting to say anything, grunting through his closed mouth. Tuka took up position behind him once more, his cock bearing up into his tail hole, though it was not a filling that came with any true sense of pleasure, not in his heart and not in his soul. The fox groaned through his mouth, shaking his head as much as he was able, desperately trying to tell her, without using words, to stop saying anything.

Of course, it came out as moans, the fox tilted forward, still on his knees, Tuka humping and grinding up into him. The foxhound drove deep with a lustful grunt, his tail even wagging as he debased the vulpine.

"Is he a wolf, doe-taur?" Graith questioned, following the lead of Alyssa's moan. "Tell your leader...and I will give you the gift of my cock."

"Oh, ohhhh..."

Alyssa whimpered and yet...her moment of hesitation did not last for nearly long enough. Sandor's tail twitched, though did not have any space in which to clamp down.

"He is a red fox...oh..." Alyssa moaned, the centaur grinding the flat head of his dick against her soft vent. "Ah... Yes... Fill me... Yes... Sandor is a red fox, his mother took a drug...ah! A drug...when she was pregnant with him. He told meeeeee!"

She didn't know what she was doing, not as her mind broke completely, fading, letting her be all that she needed to be - at least for them. Alyssa would have a good life with the centaurs, Graith filling her lithe, petite body with his cock, driving into her, stroke after stroke of his meaty member spearing into the core of her being. She would not be treated badly, but she would be bred, over and over again, and made to bear foal after foal for the centaurs as their princess.

It was the way of the taurs, after all, and part of the reason that they were seen as more barbaric than other kinds of creatures, those taurs with human halves. Some taurs, with anthro torsos, could be accepted. But not Alyssa and not the centaurs, though Alyssa would never have chosen the centaurs, only, for her life and for her mate.

She groaned, taking every slamming grind of his cock, knowing that her lover was staring at her. And yet there was not an ounce of guilt left in Alyssa, not at all, only pleasure, only need, moaning as she tilted her hind end, just a little, to show off the join of her body to the centaur's, just how deeply his cock was ramming up inside her at that very moment. There was even a small bulge under her belly, as if he was bearing down inside her, though it was just her muscles being forced to contract, her body responding sharply to every driving, grinding, aching thrust.

So, the foxhounds knew, working on him while Alyssa bowed her forelegs to the ground, too shaky even to stand while pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

She shrieked as orgasm crashed over her and Sandor folded his ears back, not even wanting to hear. Not her, not his sweet Alyssa. Who had betrayed him and, truly, he didn't know if she meant to or not. In the end, it wasn't going to matter.

"See... Sandor..." She moaned breathlessly, her words barely decipherable as the centaur pounded her, lust practically swirling around them in the air as raw sexuality claimed both centaur and doe-taur. "He breeds me...well! Look... Look how I...take him!"

She wanted him to praise her? Sandor gulped, even if the fox could not slide his gaze away. Even that was a shade too much for him.

Not that it mattered. While Tuka pressed into his backside, keeping his tail hole stretched wide, Paka took the lead by sliding a tube into his urethra. It was a practice known as sounding - yet that tube was hollow and flexible enough that it would bend very slightly if needed, Sandor grunting and twisting, fighting back as much as the leaden weight of his body felt that it could, even then. He had to fight, his body clinging desperately to live, even though the fox knew, truly, there was not all that much life left to him. And no soul too, soon, left to find the afterlife either.

"Your mate is gone now..." Paka grunted, the tube leading straight to a bottle so that they could collect Sandor's magic-infused semen and soul while they were dealing with his body. "Prey don't need mates, not like that. If you have escaped our snare, little fox, perhaps your mate would have kept you around for longer. Maybe as a pet or as a toy."

Tuka laughed.

"He's not even worth that..."

Yet the runes glowed, the correct fox rune added to his cock and there was no more for Sandor. Pleasure bloomed like a flower that brought with it the scent of rancid decay and death - one of those that ate and devoured flesh rather than offered sweet blossoms. Yet it was there, his cock throbbing and pulsing, Sandor grunting, head thrown back.

Ecstasy overwhelmed him - and held him there. It was not orgasm, though the pleasure was greater than anything that the fox had ever felt before, panting and licking his lips, straining to hold himself there. The familiar tension built in his lower abdomen, eyes on Alyssa, watching Graith slam into her. The centaur had to have cum once already, but the leader's stamina and virility was greater than that. Maybe he would even be able to sire a second foal within Alyssa's womb with his seed. Sandor would not be around to see the outcome of that, one way or the other, though it was never something that a past mate of a broken mind would have ever needed to see.

"Unff... No..."

He forced out the word, even as his skin prickled, sweating, fur matting between his legs. He strained to clamp his tail down but all it wanted to do was to flick up, to expose his body and to show off everything that he had to offer, the sensuality of his form, even then, coming through. The foxhounds would not have appreciated it, an old kind of hunting pack that appreciated the play in them having hunted red foxes in the past, Tuka and Paka smirking to themselves, the twins doing their best work.

They sandwiched him, pressing his chest down to the dirty floor as Paka too, not needing to add more runes or do anything more than enjoy the show, ground his cock up into Sandor's tail hole too. The fox jolted from pain - yet that was short-lived as passion overwhelmed him. It was not enough to stop panic from brimming over in his chest at the sudden flush of pleasure, heart pounding so desperately that the fox thought that it was going to stop before they even had the chance to drain both his soul and his magic.

Maybe that would be a better end. But it should never have come to that.

"Ah... Nooo..."

He groaned out the words quietly, even as terror clawed at him, screaming at him to fight back, to do anything, to do something, to run away. His backside, however, thrust back, arms still tied behind his back, even if the fox was not going anywhere with that much pleasure heating his body, sending tiny electric thrills through his nervous system.

"No..." He had to force out the words, raising his voice, though that was hard enough as it was to be heard over the tenor or Alyssa's long, deep moans. "Please... Don't... I don't want to go..." He did not. "I want to... live! Please, don't do this! I can find a way to be useful!"

One of the hounds, the fox could not be sure which, cuffed him soundly on the back of his head.

"Quiet, runt! Your kind is not worthy of talking!"

The fox hounds moved in tandem, perfectly working together even as their cocks ground up alongside one another, driving in hard and fast, a piston-like pump. Harder and faster, they slammed in, seeing only one end to the moment, one time, and a sincerely hefty payday for the two of them that would set them up well for months. Or, in their case, it would give them more than enough free coin to sate and satisfy every last one of their vices for a time. They didn't need to be mage hunters, for it was only an additional parcel of work and income for them while they added in more stable, everyday employment.

That was not the exciting part of their life, however, no... Not when they could use and abuse mages like him, send them down into the depths of darkness, ripped apart from the lives that they had and set loose. Well, at least in their eyes.

Sandor dragged in a breath. Someone shoved his head down, grinding his nose into the dirt as if the fox was actively being submissive, dirtying further his previously pure white fur. Nothing felt pure about Sandor anymore, even as the strain in his dick built and built from the sounding tube penetrating it, ready to collect every drop of cum and his essence that he would have to give.

There would be no more cum in his nuts after that, no more life, no more soul. The notion, without actively putting it into words, ran around and around Sandor's head, like a chain from which there was no stopping, an endless loop. He grunted, mouthing pleading words into the ground, yet they were not heard. They never would have been heard.

"Behave, prey," Paka taunted him, the hound's voice slightly deep than his brother's. "This is all you deserve, watching your mate be taken by a bigger, stronger male. Hah! You saw already how the weakest of centaurs was better than you. And she's going to take every last one of the males capable of impregnating a doe-taur until they are all satisfied, their little breeding princess until the end of her useful days. After that, who knows what will happen to her?"

The fox quivered, a hind paw kicking weakly, yet there was nowhere for him to go. Not even as his hips tried to thrust and his eyelids half-closed, drooping down, his mind trying to shut down to take him away to another time and place. If only his body was not so heavy, if only the runes had not affected him so deeply. Yet it was not the time for "what ifs" when the end was nearing, closer and closer with every lustful thrust of the hounds' cocks.

But why...if it was going to kill him...did it feel so good too? Sandor couldn't explain that, not even to himself, grunting and groaning, trying to lift his tail up. He knew that he had to fight the rising pleasure, feeling it mounting more and more and more, far past the point when orgasm should have hit him before. But it was to be the orgasm to end all orgasms and there was never any need for it to be a half climax, not when there would never again be one experienced.

"Nnnnnggggghhhh..."

He moaned, tongue lolling out, tasting dirt on his lips and not caring. No, there were worse things to care about, mumbling something about being let go, even as the hounds closed in on him. Tuka slid around, forcing his leg out of the way, smirking as he lay on his back, the two of them pinning the fox firmly between their bodies. That left Puka free, on top, to thrust as he pleased, angling his hips so that the fox got an even deeper stretch and he could force his cock against the gland tucked up within his tail hole again and again.

The fox's pleasure, in that instance, was most certainly their business. Bringing him off to drain him, every last drop pouring out, until the essence had left his body and the light too had faded from his eyes. Was there a better role that they could have played in the most sadistic and twisted of acts?

Their bodies... They aroused him. There was no other way to put it, even as Sandor was forced to rub his muzzle down into the hound's chest. He had not noticed the foxhounds taking off their shirts, their deep and rich musk, like the earth that they walked on, wrapping itself around him. He inhaled deeply, again and again, knowing that he should not have done so, yet Sandor was already lost and gone, nothing left at all to hold him there.

He whined and licked his lips, even as his head was pushed into Tuka's chest, Paka thrusting harder still, a jolting judder rebounding through his body with every single jab of the hound's hips.

"Please... Let me go... I'll leave everyone...alone..." He whined, giving pleading, truly, one last chance. "I'll never speak to Alyssa again, please... Don't...unff...destroy my...soul... Nnnnggggghhh!"

"Take in our musk, fox," the hounds growled together, as if they had rehearsed the line - or maybe they were just that practised at draining mages like him. "We're going to be the last thing you smell, the last thing you hear... Not even your cute little mate will be able to do anything to help you. Not that she would want to do anything for a weak soul like yours. One that wasn't even able to fight back."

"This..." Paka grunted, spearing in particularly savagely. "This is what a true male tastes like, the true power of a male. You are not even worthy of the name. This is what you failed at, cub. You didn't have the strength of a male to protect your mate...unff...with. You are not a male."

Sandor's heart sank and yet...he could not say more. He could only moan, trying to jerk his hips back into those thrusts, his body wanting more, aching for more, even as ecstasy built and built and built. Whenever the fox thought that his pleasure could not shock his body more than it had already, lines of tension riddling his form, another spurt of pleasure took him to another level, higher and higher, screaming inwardly with the need to cum, to have that ultimate release above all else.

His fingers groped and grabbed, a weak scrabble, trying to push back the foxhound behind him, nose shoving down against Tuka's chest. Yet he was so ineffective that the hounds thought that he was getting into it and mocked him even more.

"Do you want to die? Perhaps you are trying to hasten your end..."

"Perhaps this is all worth it for you, after losing your mate. One last, explosive orgasm that will tear through your mind and change your body forevermore. There'll only be a husk of you left, the dead, lifeless body. Your mind gone, your soul gone... Nnngghhh... As if prey even needed that anyway."

Paka snapped, jaws clicking dangerously closed a hair's breadth from Sandor's ear. The fox didn't even flinch, not anymore.

"You never even deserved the ownership of your soul, weakling. Not-male..."

They didn't have to be clever to humiliate him, to break him down, to show him that, all along, Sandor had been nothing more than prey, yes. He was worthless in himself and it was only his magic that had any use in the world, though the fox didn't want to think like that, no. He pulled back mentally, resisting the pleasure, pushing into it as if it was something physical and tangible that he could dig his paws and fingers into. Yet it was like pushing into a soft wall, something made of sheets and cotton, something that the fox could not put his strength into or his weight behind. It would have been like trying to push ice, slipping and sliding, losing as much ground as he gained, if not slipping back further and further.

A mind that knew it was lost, even then, would not try.

The foxhounds flanked him tightly, Tuka thrusting up into him, alternating thrusts with Paka. They wanted him to feel true bliss, yet at the end, yes, always at the end. The fox whined and shook his head weakly, but...their knots were the worst of all, still yet to come.

Tuka was the first to grind his half-inflated knot into his body, though the hound could still hold off from orgasm, even though his body was ready for it. All so that they could capture the fox's essence in the bottle, of course, for their pleasure was a given at the end of it all. Sandor groaned long and low as the knot ground in, Sandor's lips moving, barely speaking, breath needed for other things.

"No... Unnggghhh... Please... No... Don't... Ooof..."

Yet the fox would never have been able to stop his pleasure as he tensed, bucking his hips, so very close to climax that the fox thought that the end had come and that all was lost. Though there was no coming back from the point that he was at, ultimately, so there was no intellectual point in fighting, no, not at all. His instinct, however, thought otherwise.

Tuka laughed at him, giving a more savage buck of his hips to grind his knot back and forth, cock locked within the fox's tail hole. The stretch was immense, too much for him already, a flare and a flicker of pain snapping anxiously in the back of his mind. The runes took care of most of the pain, overwhelming him with sensuality, letting the pleasure build even more, screaming within him, his body burning, too hot. Nothing was comfortable and everything was ecstasy, Sandor's fingers tensing into a fist and relaxing again, over and over, trying to find some way, any way, to release that tension.

Yet there would only be one release there, at the end, for Sandor.

He whimpered, licking his lips, trying not to make a sound, though a broken sob wrenched itself up from his chest.

"Unff... No... Please..."

But the begging of a weak-willed prey fox was worthless to the hounds, taking their pleasure from him as Paka ground in, deeper and deeper.

"Three..." Paka counted down with a cruel smirk. "Two... One..."

"Awwwwwoooooooo!"

Sandor howled, feeling it before his mind registered what had happened, the foxhound brutally penetrating him, thrusting viciously. The canine bore down with his hips, forcing Sandor's body to accept him, the knot straining, popping inside.

"Nnnnnggghhhooooooohhhhhh..."

His entrance burned, surely strained beyond the point of all saving and recognition, though the hounds did not care about that, no. He was not going to live to tell the tale, every beat of his heart sending him closer and closer to his eternal doom. Sandor shuddered, yet was not in control of his body, not as pleasure tangled with burning, overwhelming pain, brimming over in drops of liquid arousal.

Paka growled, sinking his teeth into Sandor's throat, though not hard enough to rip in, only so that his teeth pierced the fox's sensitive flesh, fur dampened with saliva. Sandor groaned in the back of his throat, quivering in his embrace, as if it was as soft and as sweet as a kiss rather than a bite of death. Tuka took charge of the other side of his neck, biting deeply, making it more difficult still for Sandor to breathe, both of their knots shoved into his backside.

Was he really like that? Sandor thought dimly. Incompetent prey, useless prey? He had thought that he was a mage, a strong mage, or at least the kind of mage who would grow over years to come, that he would be remembered at the very least. But he didn't think, not anymore, that he would be remembered at all.

Alyssa moaned, seeming to be in the distance. He grunted, shaking his head. No... No, he didn't have to focus on that. He didn't have to think about how twisted that was, not even then.

Yet the notion refused to leave his mind - of how Graith's cock had ploughed up inside her, cum bubbling up around the join of their bodies, the centaur one of their most powerful, their leader in physicality and in mentality. He had it all, yet the image remained, forcing him to consider it, repeatedly.

A third centaur cumming inside Alyssa...

Dimly, he was aware, through the grunts and groans of the foxhounds controlling him, of the centaur speaking.

"This fox is jealous of us, Alyssa?" Graith rumbled. "What do you say to him?"

Alyssa grinned, Paka shifting his grip on Sandor's neck a little so that the fox could see her. But she no longer looked at all like the sweet doe-taur that he remembered, not at all, not with that wicked grin on her lips, her pussy openly dripping with centaur cum. It splattered down her hind legs, marking her fur and her find, long legs, even pooling on the ground as she presented herself for Graith.

"Husband..." She moaned, lust overcoming her, even to Sandor's eye. "Take me... He can have his jealousy! Let us show him just how strong the love is between us!"

Alyssa...

_ _

That was the moment in which the fox truly gave up. There was no point in holding himself there, not as he was forced to watch with the hounds' teeth in his neck, Graith mounting Alyssa who presented her body to him readily all over again, standing on her cloven deer hooves. He bored deeply into her leaning over her back so that he could pull her torso back to him, all so that their lips, if she twisted around, could meet.

"Mmmmm..."

Alyssa's moans seemed to be for Sandor's benefit, though not even the fox could have said for just how much that was or even how true that was. Not in the slightest, no, but his heart ached for her, how their tongues sensually swept up against one another, deepening the kiss as if they were made for one another.

Maybe they were. Maybe prey had never been meant to find the doe-taur princess after all...

The sheen of her juices clung to the horse's cock every time Graith drew back, savagely and powerfully thrusting into her, though Alyssa grunted as he claimed her. They moaned lustfully into each other's mouths, caught up in the moment, though that was the way that it was meant to be for them, allowing their connection to form and grow, for they would be together for far longer than Alyssa and Sandor ever had been.

His nostrils twitched, taking in her scent over the rich musk of the hounds, the burning strain in his tail hole growing deeper, more urgent, more pressing. He didn't want to think about it, no... No, not at all. He moaned deeply, jaws hanging open.

What did he even need to do that for? His head drifted, yet he could not even smell his doe-taur then, no...

Her scent was tangled with that of Graith, with the other centaurs, forever marked and forever tarred. He didn't know what he thought about that, heaving, panting, doing all that he could to rake in all the breath that he could into his lungs. As if he would need that for much longer, not as Graith slammed into Alyssa, letting her moans rise, the only moans that Sandor ever had wanted to hear.

He knew it was coming, that push of orgasm. It felt different that time as his muscles twitched and a flush of life came back to him, fighting it, trying to struggle, the hounds pinning him, clasping him so tightly that it was as if they were lovers and not opponents, not like that. But there was nowhere for the fox to go, nothing for him to do, gasping, grunting, heaving.

"Mmmmmnnnnnnhhhh..."

But it felt so good, so very good, and there was never any option of Sandor being able to hold out forever. The fox's jaws hung agape, taking in Alyssa's broken scent, over and over again, the oaky musk of the centaurs dominating everything, not even allowing him to smell his mate's sweetness in his final moments.

He fought and fought, tail tight, every muscle in his body suddenly tense, head thrown up.

It was coming.

"Mmmmmm-oooohhhhhhh!"

And then it happened. What he had been dreading all along. The moment that the fox had been dreading, the moment that he had known would come one way or the other, even though he had fought so hard, had strained and battled with the willpower of a caged beast to fight for his life.

Alyssa already had her true mate. Or mates, as it was...

"Nnnnnnngggggghhhh... Unnnff..."

It was almost an anti-climax, even though he was louder than he ever had been before. The centaurs did not even have their eyes on him, least of all Alyssa. What did she care about the fox who had been her weaker mate before? He hadn't done anything for her.

Finally, he climaxed for the second time. That burning delight washed through him, tangling with horror until it was impossible to differentiate arousal from terror, the end of it all pulsating and driving, the orgasm claiming every last one of his senses. His fingers tightened around nothing, trying to grip, trying to pull, and he screamed.

"Nooooooooooooo!"

The words leapt from his throat, strained and garbled, struggling, thrashing, the end of his life in every one of his limbs. His hands smashed back, head jerking, the hounds breaking from his neck with his blood marring their maws.

"Get down, runt!"

A paw came down over his lips, pinching his muzzle. Finally, they had tired of his cries, even as he twisted in pleasure, moaning through his horror, mind battling with the enormity of what was happening to him. The hounds crushed him from either side as they closed off his nostrils too, holding him so tightly that he could not breathe, moaning and whimpering, though every sound that the fox dared to make was muted and muffled. Not that it mattered, not when the end of his life was nigh, lost for breath as his cock spilt his semen right down that tube.

The flow of cum poured forth in a continuous stream, spurt after spurt, throb after throb, though the fox did not notice, in the high of ecstasy, that he was fading away. With every drop of cum, his essence, his magic and his soul, dripped away, as if they were as common a substance as water. The life-giving nature of his magic streamed from him like mice from the rising floodwaters, balls aching, his glutes tensing, thrusting and bucking, intent only on pleasure.

He knew that there was no more after that moment, nothing at all. And yet he was free from it, falling away as if the notion of life had never even held all that much importance for him in the first place.

Alyssa, gone, with her new husband.

He moaned, the moment drawing out and out, as if he was making the most of the very last moments of his life. The seconds dragged on, more and more, though there was still more cum to flow, his chest tight as if there was a band around it, his tail flagged, paralyzed in that final moment of utter and absolute delight.

At least Alyssa would be happy.

That was his last thought, before the light left his eyes, eyes rolling, eyelids half-closing, though not fully. He didn't want to die, but the fox was already gone.

The foxhounds pulled out of Sandor, ignoring the pull of their knots, for the fox no longer would care for the pain that they caused him. Semen ran down through his white tail, drooling thickly from his grossly strained and abused tail hole, yet his body was stiff and cooling, the heat of his life leaving him completely, though his soul had already departed, destroyed the very moment that the last drop of cum flowed down the tube so crudely rammed into his cock.

"Finally done..."

Paka grunted and stretched out his arms, working out the kinks. Of course, both of the hounds had cum inside the vulpine, though he was not a partner to them. He was just something to be used and, in a way, he had given both of them their own kind of special, sadistic pleasure too. Besides the good money, that was one of the reasons that they continued being mage hunters, seeking the high as much as they delivered the darkest of highs.

Alyssa blinked, waking up from her control, the light flickering and fading as the body of a centaur cut in front of the gem, which had been held before her the whole time.

"Mmmph... What is..."

Graith was still rammed into her and she groaned instinctively. But...no! No, something terrible had happened.

"Sandor! Sandor - nooooooo!"

She howled, grief clawing at her, dragging her under, even as Graith grunted and ground into her, thrusting deeply, though he had already stretched her petite body open more than enough for his meaty girth. He nodded to the elder centaur, who produced another crystal, one that could be worn around Alyssa's neck, as it was wordlessly clasped into place at the nape of her neck. The crystal hung down towards her breasts, though the doe-taur would never again need to wear clothes, not when she was Graith's wife. He would, of course, allow his chosen centaurs to breed her when it pleased him, all for the sake of producing the strongest taurs for the herd to grow in power, day by day.

She sobbed, tears streaming down her face, even as the gem activated. Yet they did not want to see her like that - for their comfort, not hers. Her mate was gone and there was no meaning, to them, for her tears.

They silenced her, even as the second lot of runes on her body lit up, her claiming complete. Forever would she remain a subject of the centaurs, forever their breeding princess. All while the cold, lifeless body of her ex-partner was dragged out, not even given a proper burial.

It wasn't necessary, not for one like him.

He'd just been a mage. A part of the lethal ritual, his red semen, twined through with the white of his wind magic, glowing in the collecting bottle that the foxhounds carefully set aside, all to be sold to the highest bidder.

A normal day for them: the last day for Sandor.