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One of the guards at the entrance saluted Deathwing.

"Honored Elder, What brings you down here?"

Deathwing did not respond to the question. Instead, he pointed a paw digit at Oran and asked, "Why is he doing that? Was he commanded to?"

The guard winced at the hard note in his leader's voice.

"N-no, Honored Elder! H-he just started doing it..."

Oran perked up when he heard Deathwing's voice.

"Master?"

Oran blushed a bit as Deathwing approached him.

"Why are you doing this?"

The young human winced softly at the tone of his voice.

"I'm sorry Master...it's just that it smelled so horrible, I just had to do something about it..."

The Elder looked down at him, dark and brooding. Then a smile split his face.

"I agree. I don't know how the others have stood it for this long!"

A sigh of relief sweeps through the room as the Elder bends down, snagging a bowl and starting to rince it himself.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" Scoffed one of the guards. "Human, stop doing that, your pulling the honored Elder into a menial and degrading..." His voice trails off as Deathwing glares at him.

"My PET is not dragging me into anything, scum. You will go replace the day watch, where you will stay for the next week. Do I make myself understood?" The guard winces, but he steals himself.

"No. I think that you have been compromised by the Slayer. And I feel that I must remove you from your position for the safety of the entire clan!"

Oran glares at the Werepire.

"I am Master's pet. He commands me, not the other way around!"

Deathwing glared at the Werepire guard and scoffed.

"You are a paranoid weakling. And what's more, you don't care about the clan, you just want to be the one in charge. I've been keeping an eye on you for some time Hroiut, and I know all about your little 'Secret Order'. I am confident that most are in this room to back you up when you call for a vote of 'mutual consent'.

The guard jumps a bit, color draining from his face as he tries to recover from the sudden reversal.

"W-well, I-it should go to a vote. Who here thinks that the Elder must step aside because of his connection with the Hunter?"

The silence in the room was deafening as the various guards looked at each other, their thunder stolen by the Elder's astute observations.

"W-well then, since no vote has been cast, we must fight!" Hroiut asserted, trying to sound confident, but only coming across as blustering.

Deathwing scoffs and finishes rinsing out the bowl, handing it to his former pet to dry.

"There, now that we are done with-" He suddenly roars out as Hroiut attacked from behind, tearing a wing and scoring a hard hit on his spine, throwing the Elder Werepire to the ground.

"Master!" Oran cried out as he darted to the Werepire's side, trying to stem the flow of blood. Heart pounding, Oran glared up at Hroiut.

"You coward! How dare you attack Master when he isn't looking. He was right, you are a weakling!"

Hroiut laughed. "It's his fault for dropping his guard. This is just one of the reasons I think he needs to step aside. You have tainted him!"

Oran freezes, his heart pulsing hard as a cold shiver runs through his body.

"N-no...that...can't be..."

He laughs and begins to come forward to finish the job.

"No, I won't let you hurt him again!"

Oran takes up his battle stance, heart pounding.

"Get out of my way Hunter. You don't have a chance against me in your current state!" Hroiut crows as he raises an arm to strike.

As the limb descended, time seemed to slow. The expressions of hope glimmering in the eyes of the guards surrounding him; The shocked looks of the human slaves, the resigned look on Ulrich's face. Most of all, he could see the look of sheer exhilaration on Hroiut's face as the younger's claws slipped out of their sheathe.

A red veil covered Oran's eyes as the younger swung at him, with the intention of hurting master. With a primal scream, I darted forward, my own fingers hooked into claws.

The exchange was over in a heartbeat. With a scream of pure agony, Hroiut wheeled back, his arm still clutched in Oran's hands, the severed limb bleeding profusely.

"I said...I will not...LET YOU HURT HIM AGAIN!"

No one could speak as Oran began to emit a dirty red aura, mirroring the look of pure murder in his eyes. Oblivious of the light show he was creating, he pressed the attack. Hroiut didn't stand a chance. Thrown off balance by the sheer savagery of the first attack, the Werepire could only watch in stupefied silence as Oran literally ripped him apart.

"C-come on!" One of the guards shouted" We need to protect our Commander! For the good of the- Ghaaahck!"

His words were cut off as a vicious uppercut exploded into his throat, almost completely crushing his windpipe, hie body jerking up and then backward as blood sprayed up from the Werepire's damaged throat and mouth. It was then that the other guards decided that discretion was the better part of valor. They didn't get far. Within moments, Oran was among them.

Deathwing groaned softly as his regeneration took effect, glad that he was old enough to have learned how to counteract the degenerative properties of a fellow Werepire's attack.

As he sat up Ulrich lent him a shoulder, helping to prop him up while he watched his pet unleash hell.

"What I am curious about, Master, is why they aren't able to shrug off his attacks?"

Deathwing looked down at his former pet. "I'll explain. You know of course that our kind is a synthesis of the Vampire and Werewolf curse."

Ulrich nodded. "With you so far..."

Deathwing grunted softly as his spine re-fused before continuing. "We gain several of both kind's natural abilities. Some are weaker than others due to the lack of what I call The Twosies Rule. This is why we Werepires can't stand silver, but we can tolerate sunlight. Both Vampires and Werewolves are weak against silver, but since only Vampires are weak against sunlight, out Lupine part can overpower that weakness, to a degree. Same thing with the other weaknesses, such as garlic and wolf's bane. There is one exception to the Twosies Rule though, a part of the Werewolf curse that transmits to us completely, despite the fact that there is not a similar ability for Vampires."

He straightens up a bit more as the pain gradually fades, his healing nearly complete. "That one exception is the Werewolves weakness to the attacks of its own kind. An attack by another Werewolf carries a 'degenerative' factor that either greatly retards, or completely negates the Werewolf Regeneration."

Ulrich nods and then tips his head to one side. "Um, Master? One question?"

Deathwing stands up shakily, getting used to his balance again as the last of his injuries fade away.

"Yes?"

Ulrich smiled sardonically. "The Twosies Rule? Really?"

Deathwing tried to look stern, but he couldn't help the small twitch of amusement. "Hey, I thought long and hard about the right name for it. The Twosies Rule fits nicely!"

With that said, he went to restrain his pet.

As he moved away, Ulrich went back to cleaning the bowls. "Master...did you really see it in him to have him fulfill the prophesy? "

Oran was about to finish off the last of the guards when a pair of arms wrapped around him, a familiar musk wrapping him in its calming influence. Oran's bloodlust died down, and then vanished as quickly as it had come, the blood aura fading away. Oran snuggled contentedly against his Master's chest. The sound of Deathwing's breathing in his ear sent shivers down Oran's body, little ripples of desire, as the Elder picked him up once again and carried him from the room, leaving behind the injured Werepires, and the still leaking corpse of Hroiut. A room full of shell-shocked humans stared in awe, not moving, some not even daring to breathe. Only one was still moving. Ulrich finished his bowl and put it on the pile. "Be careful master...success now breeds opposition later..."

With Oran slumped gently in his arms, Deathwing walks to his room, taking care not to disturb the human who had just saved his life

"Master? Are you alright?" Oran asked, looking concerned.

"I am alright my pet. I am already healed. Seeing you rip that bastard apart helped as well."

In the Elder's chambers, Deathwing put Oran down on the bed and then sat next to him.

Oran shivers a bit, the movement creating a cold draft playing over his naked skin. Master...w-what was that? I don't understand...I'm glad I could protect you...but how could I? I'm just a human, how did I go up against a Werepire, no matter how old, without a weapon...and win?"

Deathwing looked over at his pet. Seeing the depth of concern there, the Elder felt a small spurt of affection.

Deathwing thought about telling his pet what was going on, but then decided against it, favoring the quicker answer. "Shhh little human, you must rest. I will explain that at a later time. For now just relax. Indulge in my scent and let all tension vent from your body"

Oran wants to ask further, but Master's tone tells him to not press the matter. With a soft nod, Oran buries his face into his Master's chest, breathing in deeply. A soft moan rises from his throat as the Elder's musk both soothes and arouses him.

Deathwing chuckles lightly at Oran's reaction. As they arrive at the Elder's room, Deathwing states in a genuine tone, "I have to thank you Oran. Were it not for you, I would have joined the ranks of the undead. However, this does not change our relationship." Deathwing sets Oran down on the bed beside him and pulls him into a tight embrace. "You are still my bitch whose sole purpose is to pleasure me. I only speak your old name out of gratitude for saving my life, nothing more. That being said, I have acquired some fondness for you, so you won't have to worry about being prostituted out to the Youngers."

Oran looked up into his Master's face, happiness shining in his eyes. Not for the promise that he would not be given away, but that the Master had called him by name.

"No, you ass belongs solely to me, and once you have regained your strength I will be sure to reinforce that fact." Deathwing finishes.

Oran blushes hotly as he looks up at his Master "T-thank you...my Master. I am grateful for your kindness. I am happy that I could serve you. B-but Master...I'm glad that I could rescue you...but...how? I had no weapons, no magic...how could I?"

The Elder smiled down at his bitch. "Don't worry about that now my sweet bitch. Just rest and enjoy your Master's musk." Deathwing pulls Oran closer while gently fondling his cock and balls.

Oran moans softly as his Master's embrace, the strength evident in his powerful limbs. "Master...oh gods....your scent...makes my head spin..." He shivers softly and presses closer.

Deathwing positions Oran in a spread eagle position on his back. After placing his newest bitch under a paralysis spell, he begins to stroke Oran's cock.

"Your brief moment in the sun may have inspired some recalcitrance. Of course I cannot allow that to go unchallenged. I may not want to risk putting you through the intensity of being taken in either of your ends, but I can still hold you in the throes of pleasure while preventing you from climaxing. Here you shall learn that a bitch climaxes only when their master allows it." Deathwing increases the pace as he strokes Oran's hardening member

Oran moans loudly as his cock hardens fully under the Werepire's hot paw. He tries not to squirm against the spell, to prove that he is a good bitch for his Master.

"Mmm that's a good bitch. Know that your master owns every aspect of your mortal and oh so easy to control body." Deathwing quickens the pace and uses his free hand to gently tease Oran's nipples causing him to tremble and moan hotly.

"M-master...t-this is...so..." Oran starts to pant hotly, his body demanding more andmore air. "I know...m-my Master...I am yours...t-to do with w-what you....will..." Oran feels his climax approaching "M-master...I'm...I'm close!" the human calls out in warning.

Deathwing holds the pace and keeps Oran on the edge of climaxing."Not yet my little bitch. I need to make sure that learn this lesson." He then moves his free paw away from the nipples to gently tease Oran's anal ring. Being careful to almost, but not quiet penetrate the tight ring of flesh.

Oran's back arches involuntarily as he cries out in pleasure, the spell faltering a bit. "M-master! T-this feels so good!" Oran panted hotly as the pleasure arcs through his body, the pleasure held at the razor's edge.

Deathwing's eyes narrow a bit, knowing full well what that flicker meant. The Elder then slightly reinforces the spell and continues pleasuring Oran, making the human's body tremble, sweat beginning to dew his skin. Finishing with the anus, Deathwing gently fondles and squeezes Oran's balls. Not enough to cause discomfort, but enough to add to his bitch's pleasure.

"Tell me my lovely bitch, how badly do you want to climax?" Deathwing whispers, his voice low and growling.

Oran trembles and moans even louder as the pressure on his orbs, the sound of the Werepire's voce sending shivers down his spine.

"M-master...I want to..." He stops and draws a shuddering breath. Then, his eyes meet his Master's as he continues. "I want to cum...But Master's desires...and needs...c-come first..."

Deathwing smiles, pleased. "I'm happy to hear that, but first you must beg." Deathwing continues to mercilessly pleasure Oran, holding him on the razors edge of release.

Oran nods softly and takes another shuddering breath. "M-master...please...please let me cum..." Oran whimpers, arching. "Oh Gods PLEASE Master! Please let me CUM!"

Deathwing let out a small snort of amusement."Really, you can do better than that; express your deepest desires to me. Surrender to me in every way that you know..." Deathwing chides. The Elder sees the humans struggle to verbalize and sighs softly.

"It appears that you, once again, need proper instruction. Repeat after me. 'Master, I give you my free will and exist solely for your needs and pleasures.'"

Oran blushes hotly. "I-I'm sorry...m-my Master." He draws another shuddering breath, the pleasure starting to erode at his consciousness. "M-master, I g-give you my free will...I exist...solely for....your needs and...p-pleasures. I am your...your Bitch...N-now and....forever..."

Deathwing nods softly and continues. "'I will service my Master in any way that he desires till he sees fit to release me or death takes me.'" Whispers in Oran's ear as his claw tips run lightly over his Bitch's need.

Oran looks up at his Master, a small smile on his face "M-master...I'm sorry...b-but I can't repeat that...N-not even death...w-would compel me to...leave your side...."

Deathwing smiled at that, feeling a bit touched at the oblivious sincerity of those words. "Very well, you have proved your loyalty and you submission to me. Cum for your master and know pleasures that will only be exceeded when every you raise your tail or offer your mouth."

Oran pants hotly "I-if Master...W-will it..."

"Yes, Now let yourself drown in pleasure. Release you seed till your balls are dry."

Oran screams out as his body is wracked with the second largest orgasm of his life, his hot white seed shooting up to splatter across his chest. "T-thank you...my Master..." Oran slumps down, panting hotly.

Deathwing leans over the exhausted body of Oran and gently laps up his bitches seed

"I guess I misjudged your condition. Since my desires are far from sated, I think I'll take your lovely behind." Deathwing places Oran's legs on his shoulders and moves his hardening member into position at his bitch's anal ring.

Oran moans softly. "Master...may I...please...make a request?"

Deathwing raised an eyebrow."As long as it does not go against my desires, yes..."

"T-thank you...Master. M-may I please...ride your glorious length?" Deathwing's eyebrow lifted further, not quiet believing what he was hearing. "I want to... wrap my arms around you..." Oran draws another shuddering breath "I want to..." Blushes hotly "I want to press against you...to feel your...arms around me..."

Deathwing looked taken aback, and then thoughtful. "Hmm. Normally, I would take you like the bitch that you are, but since you have been such a good boy, I think I'll indulge you. One condition of course. You will use your mouth to prepare my member before I grant you the honor of riding it."

Oran smiles softly "Of course Master..." Oran sits up slowly, feeling his strength start to grow. Deathwing did not reply. Instead he pulled his pet's hand to his growing erection. Oran blushed softly, but the Elder's arousal was getting to him, clouding his mind. With a soft moan, Oran slipped down off the bed, sniffing at the Elder's length. Deathwing growled in impatience. He carefully sifts his legs under himself, keeping his legs spread; his privates open and resting on the cold stone.

Oran shivers in pleasure, his cock throbbing as his heat combats the chill of the stone. He then leans forward and lightly smells his Master's cock, his tongue bathing your cock-tip. Then he runs his tongue down to your base, blushing hotter as your length rubs against his face, the smell driveling him wild with anticipation.

"Yesss, that's a good bitch, I'm happy to know that you are obedient and appreciative. Once you have prepared me, you shall become the first human to ride my cock in this position of his own accord."

Oran is too distracted by your musk and length to register what you said. He runs his tongue back up to circle around the tip before kissing the tip, moaning at the taste. This went on for a bit until Deathwing grew tired of the teasing.

"Get that mouth of yours around my cock!" He growled as he grabbed a pawful or Oran's hair, thrusting the tip into the human's mouth. Oran started a bit as the sudden noise and movement, but he nodded and did as he was told, giving the head a light suck before starting to slide the entire length in. Deathwing groaned hotly as, inch by inch, Oran deepthroated his malehood.

Deathwing watched his pet from between slitted eyes as Oran sucked hard, milking his cock. Oran moans softly around his Master's tool, his hands drifting up to stroke the Elder's sack, squeezing the full orbs inside.

"Mmmmm that feels so good..." Deathwing relaxes, enjoying the service that his loyal human gives. His member grows harder and his knot starts to grow as well, causing his bitch to look up, the Werepire's musk and taste filling his senses, Master's praise arousing him even more. Oran then starts to push forward, inch by inch taking Master into his mouth and throat.

Deathwing grunted in pleasure under the wonderful tongue of his bitch. As a reward, a several drops of pre start to issue forth from the canine member. Oran tastes the salty fluid and pulls Master's cock most of the way out, sucking lightly on the tip, eager for more. The trickle of pre increases to a steady flow and the cock throbs in time with its owners heart beat.

Deathwing cannot suppress a slight moan that escapes his panting maw.

Oran looks up into his Master's face, cradling both cock and sack in his hands. "Is your bitch....doing a good job? It is my...first time..."

"Yesss you are doing very well. Of course I'll have to stop you soon. I want to save the fruit of my loins for the deepest part of your neither regions" Oran blushes hotter as he strokes your balls softly, tonguing both of his masters orbs before running his tongue up Master's shaft.

"Mmmmm that's enough my bitch, it's time for you to ride my mighty cock. Do not stop until you are tied to me and I have filled you."

Oran lets Master's member slip from his maw slowly, reluctantly. He pants softly as he starts to move up, running his hands through Master's chest fur. He slowly lifts himself up, shivering a bit as his throbbing cock rubs against the inside of his leg before falling free. "M-master...c-can you...please help?" Deathwing reached up and gently spread his pets ass cheeks revealing his tight pucker.

Oran nodded gratefully. "Thank you Master..." He then rests his head on The Elder's shoulder as he lowers himself down, the tip pausing a bit at his entrance before slipping in easily. Oran moans as he takes the first inch of his Master's head with ease.

"Normally I would force you down, but since you are willing and obedient, I'll let you decide the pace."

Oran smiles softly and then nuzzles Master's neck as, with a grunt, thrusts his hips downward, burying half your length inside of his ass in one go.

"Oh gods!" Oran cries out and clings to the Werepire's chest, the feeling of Master's length taking his breath away.

"Mmm Yesss that's a good boy, give in to your lusts and do not rest until they are satisfied." Oran gasps softly as he presses against Master hard, as he drives himself down, taking another third before having to stop.

Deathwing grunts slightly at the pleasures that his pets willing ass offers.

"S-so big...Master...it's so big..." He moans hotly as he wiggles, slipping down until Master's knot presses against his pucker.

"With the exception of my knot, you have taken all of my length. Good boy. Now you can start genuinely riding your master."

Oran pants softly and looks up into his Master's face, blushing hotter at the praise. He moves forward to kiss Master's jaw line, pulling himself up as best he was able, his legs too far bowed to offer much support. Oran moans grow louder as Master's length moves inside of him. Deathwing struggles to hold back pleasured moans and the urges to take control. Bracing his hands on Deathwing's large shoulders, Oran lifts himself up until only the tip of his Master's cock remains inside. He tries to grind down again, but he is too stretched to get the leverage he needs.

"M-master...I can't... c-can you..?"

Deathwing gently grasps his bitch's hips and helps him down at a slow pace, but still faster than the initial insertion Oran arches and moans hotly as The Elder drives deep.

As his member enters Oran, Deathwing feels a small amount of blood dripping from his member. As it drips onto the bed, it mixes with the blood previously spilled. Unnoticed, the two bloods mix and glow.

Slowly creeping up on the two of our backs, a red line twisting into a complex tattoo on both of our backs. Oran gasps hotly as he feels the heat trickling down. "W-why are you...being so forceful...Master? Y-your...hurt..." Oran looked into the Elder's eyes. Deathwing could barely contain his surprised as he looked into his Bitch's eyes. They were solid black, like his.

"Master...you don't need to....prove everything...to me...I will never...betray you..."

Deathwing smiles down onto his bitch's face. "It is not my doing, it is a result of your changed condition."

Oran was bewildered. "I don't understand...t-this...I asked before...I'm glad I could protect you...but how could I? I'm just a human, how did I go up against a Werepire, no matter how old, without a weapon...and win?"

"Simple my Pet." Deathwing smiled as a ripple of reddish energy flows over his Bitch's skin. "You are no longer entirely human."

Oran started with surprise. "Wait, what? Master, what do you mean?"

"Enough! Ride!" Deathwing growled, his lust starting to take control from him.

Oran nods softly and begins to lower himself, aided by his Master's paws on his hips. Reaching the knot, Oran shifts a bit, trying to make the impaling easier. As he does, the new Bitch finds the perfect position, allowing him to grind down hard. Oran feels his ass starting to stretch around Deathwing's knot, moaning softly as he pulls himself up for one last try. With one last burst of energy, Oran drops down, back arching hard as Master's knot penetrates his tight hole.

In a tone that shows his desire for release, Deathwing states "Yes, now ride your Master's knot till he fills you with his seed." Oran looks up at Master, blushing hotly as he presses hard against your chest, trying to get used to Master's length. Deathwing bucks his hips a few tines to urge his bitch on, "What are you waiting for, let your let take over and ride hard. Don't stop until we have both found release."

"Y-yes...Master!" Oran panted hotly. The Bitch starts to grind against the Elder's chest, his ass stretched tightly around his Master's tool. Deathwing growls and moans in pleasure as his knot is massaged by the anal ring of his bitch, with pre oozing in a constant stream. He is very close to release. While this is going on, he reaches up and begins to stroke Oran's member. Panting and moaning hotly, Oran feels as his climax build. "M-master! I'm so close!"

Deathwing's knot starts to throb as his climax begins. Shot after shot of seed issues fort into the hot and receptive neither region of his pet. As he howls in triumph, his throbbing knot rattles Oran's prostate. Combined with the skilled paw of Deathwing, it is simply too much. The Bitch arches and screams his throat raw as the pleasure overwhelms everything. On both of our backs, the Tattoos blaze for a few moments before fading away. Oran slumps against the Elder's chest, passing out as his cock sprays his seed onto the Werepire's chest and stomach fur.

Deathwing pulls his loyal bitch into a tight and loving embrace as he basks in the afterglow. While using one of his paws to gently stroke the back of Oran's neck, he whispers, "Well done my bitch, that was most enjoyable."

Oran moans softly as he snuggle closer, still unconscious, subconsciously snuggling closer. Drowsily panting out your name.

"Just rest my good pet, you've more than earned it" Deathwing states as he gently massages his Pet's back and shoulders. A few minutes later, there is a knock on the door.

"Honored Elder, there is A changeling here to see you. Says you killed one of his younglings?"

"Not know, I'm rather busy. Tell him to drop by another time." Deathwing curtly states in annoyance. There is a thudding sound and the door opens. Before the large Werepire blocks the door, you see the guard slumped against the opposite wall.

"You bastard! You killed my youngling!" the Werepire growls. "Throw that Bitch aside and face me!"

Deathwing snorts, "That fool you call a youngling got the fate that he deserved. Leave now or I'll make sure that you regret even coming here."

The Werepire looks taken aback. "What?!"

"Do I need to repeat myself? He fell for a ruse by one of the best slayers out there. And then he had the audacity to bring the Still Alive slayer to our main Lair. Feeding his incompetent ass to the plants was the only way he could be of any use. Now leave!" Deathwing responds with increasing annoyance.

The Werepire growls and rears up, getting ready to strike. There is a strange sound and The Werepire freezes, trembling softly, as if he was trying to move. "D-dammit...c-cheep trickster...t-tell your Bitch...to release me..."

Deathwing looks down and sees the dirty red aura flowing out from his Pet's skin. There was something different about it this time however, but Deathwing dismissed it, thinking that part of the prophesy was too soon to be fulfilled.

"I don't think so, it appears that he has become a useful bargaining chip against you. Now either you drop this issue and never bring it up again, or I let my bitch indulge himself." Deathwing smugly replies.

The Werepire growls harshly, but he doesn't try to break away. "Fine...Call your Bitch off..."

"Very wise of you, Release him." Deathwing commands Oran.

The aura fades away and the other Werepire collapses for a moment before getting up to leave. He growls and then leaves. Oran snuggles closer, shivering a bit as the sweat dewing his body slowly evaporates.

"Now that that unpleasant distraction is gone you can rest my good bitch."