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The life that he had never wanted... is the life that he's going to love. The challenge that he had always searched, is coming.

Chapter 3 - The two legends

That night, the new king remained alone in the arena for a good few, long minutes.

The crowd leaved soon the terraces, going towards the main living room, the room of the throne for wait for show his submission at the new king, as soon as he will have reached the throne. But Killer, dismissed all but Electra, remained on the battle field for more time.

On the blood stained sand there was still the corpse of Griagas, the ex-king. On the terraces, the corpses of two soldiers, still with the Killer's swords sunk in their throats, dry, without another drop of blood to lose. Killer watched that distressing sight, with an enigmatic bit of a grin on his muzzle, thinking with irony at the change in his life. Never wanted to be a king... and now, after a meet with two girls - oh, beautiful, sure, but he had seen so much feminine beauties in his life... - he had changed all. And as a fury, with the destructive effects of a hurricane, he had conquered that kingdom. Something strange was happened between him and Athena and Joy. He had never, never done what the others said to him, except the rare cases when that coincided with his own wishes. Destiny... no other words for defines that. And he had no regrets... he already like the life of the king.

"Majesty..." Greeted Electra with a deep curtsy when he climbed the steps for the first terrace, reaching her.

"When we are alone, no curtsy, ok? Just because you are you...and for you I will be always Killer." Said playfully the king, ruffling the short hair dryer of the smaller female. She was "just" about 12 feet tall, and the male towered over her with his impressive height of 15,5 feet. He was still naked, with his huge black cock still half hard, after a long night of hyper activity, finally less domineering, but still frightening in his size absolutely extraordinary. Nothing less than five feet and half, and probably something more, with a more than adequate, generous circumference. When fully hard and ready, that huge pole of black meat was a real weapon, domineering and hard as steel, with the head at the same eight of the chin of the male, or still more... Nothing so extraordinary, so, that Electra, as all the females of the pack, was fall in a state of mixed fear and lust seeing it, and then was remained dumbfounded with her eyes fixed on the terrible but exciting show of the merciless rape of Killer on the ex queen, Nike, in the arena. Absolutely understandable see her so submissive and hungry at the same time in front of the blood stained male... the entire situation was exciting... they both hungry and lonely in the arena, he naked and her with only a gilded bikini, only a little underline of hers beauty, and not much a cover for hers body.

"Thank you, Killer..." She answered with a large smile. He laughed, embracing her, and Electra toyed sweetly with the huge testicles of the king, then ruffling with hers hand the thick, long, white fur on his crotch, who raise in a gradually narrower strip perfectly visible over the much shorter fur of the rest of his body as far as his navel. "It's a pity that you are tired..." She said in a low, playfully and provocative voice.

"Tired? Bitch, have you seen with who you are talking?" Answered with false resentment the male.

"... Double pity because you don't have the time...the coronation..." She whispered, staring at his amused eyes, stroking a finger along the interminable cock.

"And who can say this...? Hey, I'm the king. I make the times, here. They can wait for me..." Answered the male, amused by the gentle approach of the female, more than conscious of what she was thinking. His cock stopped immediately his slow and uncertain decrease.

"Then you could maintain yours promise, huh...?" She asked, rubbing slowly and sensually hers crotch against his body.

"With pleasure... I'm a stranger, in this palace. Recover my pants and my sword on the other side of the arena, then return here and drive me to the bathroom of this place. I want to take a shower... with you."

She made a purr of pleasure, and run in the arena, taking again the jeans of the male, and then she recovered with indifference the sword from the corpse of one of the two soldiers. Killer recovered the other.

"Here yours sword." She said, holding out to the king the sword, scarily covered of blood along the entire blade.

"Thank you." Answered the male, sheathing the swords and placing on his strong shoulder pants and belt, with the three heavy blades. "Drive me."

A few minutes later, the two entered in the personal bathroom of the king.

"This is yours locker room."

Killer laughed a bit with himself, silently. The room was spacious enough for serve a lot of people... he, like Griagas, much rarely will take is bath alone. And the dressing room was very pleasant and elegant, with slender columns, all in marbles of great valour, and the room was well supplied with long and comfortable benches, almost more similar to beds than real benches.

The king placed his pants, sunglasses and belt with swords on a bench, and then he watched with understandable interest Electra undress herself from her already scarce cloths. She reached a bench forwards the male, and turned maliciously hers back to him, unhooking hers bra slowly, with a provocative glance to the male over hers shoulder. Then she thrown it to Killer, who seized it with a smile, watching the female lift sensually one leg on the bench and slowly lower hers slip, until she was finally naked.

"You know that you are going to see never again this bra, yes? I'm going to hold it in my personal collection of memories..." He joked. She laughed softly.

"It will be an honour for me..."

She turned to him, showing hers beautiful body, licking hers lips at the sight of the king, stand up with his arms folded and a wide smile. He was licking his muzzle in sign of approbation for the show, but the female noticed especially his cock completely and powerfully erected again, frightening and wonderful at the same time in his monstrous size and threatening pulsate. An absolutely indisputable proof of his pleasure and desire.

"Oh, my god... it's incredible. You make me feel so... so small and powerless..."

The male laughed softly, giving to his huge cock a few slowly strokes along the entire gargantuan length, throwing in the air drops of blood, pre and juices, as well with good amounts of his potent, dense cum. It was a sight almost hypnotic for the excited female. She trembled, watching the show licking hers muzzle and moving slowly a hand on hers sex with a submissive, pettishly glance, not daring to do anything without the orders of the huge male. He smiled, softening his glance. "You can proceed, bitch... it doesn't bite, you know...?" She walked slowly and uncertainly ahead, trying to defeat hers fear, and finally placed with a sigh of satisfaction her hands on it. The contact was more than sufficient for replace much of the fear with pure lust.

"You are been so impressive, in the arena, before... the other males were so embarrassed... I think that you have made them feel girly." She said, moving slowly her hands on his cock, with a sigh for his hardness and for the surprising layer of seed, blood and juices on it.

"It's possible..." Laughed the male. "Let's go, little bitch... I really want to get ride of the blood and... and all the other stuff. You can see..." He said with a smile.

"Sure. Your little trophy for yours last victory... Follow me, master."

The room at side was probably the more impressive work of architecture that Killer had never seen. Maybe Griagas was full of defects... but his palace was surely wonderful.

Call it bathroom was ridiculously reductive... It was an entire lake, surrounded by a huge structure, of form and size similar to a stadium, all covered with a dome of crystal. The shower was a big waterfall on the side in front of the door of the room. All illuminated by soft blue lights under the surface of the water, and lights adjustable at the middle of the monumental height of the room, and, obviously, by the light of the sun or of the moon. And all only for the pleasure of the king... for his pleasure, now.

Electra entered slowly in the water, with all hers feline elegance, and Killer followed her soon, walking slowly in the tepid, crystalline lake. She reached soon the deep waters, and began to swim slowly towards the waterfall, watching back often with a smile the huge male behind her.

They reached soon the opposite side, and the male, with a spurt surprisingly for his size gone past Electra, swimming until he reached the rocks of the low lake bed under the heavy, noisily waterfall, and he stand up, shaking his mane under the water, smiling towards the female and saying playfully and childishly "First. You are slow... and you have neither a cock between your legs".

Electra laughed, giving a playfully punch to the thick chest of the male, and then flowed her hands in hers hair, watching him at hers side with an interested, excited glance. "You are surprisingly fast and agile, for yours size."

He smiled, moving away from his eyes his rebellious mane, with a low ironic snort of approbation.

"Probably I should say that all are surprising, in you..."

"Probably. You'll can say it after our little ride... clean my cock, now."

Electra turned immediately hers attention on the huge cock. The lonely water of the waterfall was still surprisingly too weak for clean the huge shaft from the thick, sticky layer of juices on it, still solidly attached despite all. The female placed slowly her hands at the base of the pole, staring with reverential fear at the eyes of the male, and she can't hold a puff of surprise. It was hot and hard as steel despite the water just lukewarm. She begun to run her hands along the shaft, slowly, piling up an incredible amount of seed mixed with blood and juices, and then she take it off from the cock, restarting the same move with sweetness, giving great pleasure at the male.

"Yes, so..." Said the male with a low snort of pleasure.

She, staring with a humble, starving glance at his eyes, continued to caress his shaft, speeding up hers rhythm, and beginning soon to pump his immense penis strongly, groaning softly, giving short lick to the long, again black cock.

The male growled of pleasure, placing a hand on hers breast, stroking sweetly her tits, and rubbing slowly the other on hers vagina.

"Is your duty, clean me..." He said in her ear. She looked up at him with a large smile and an excited glance, licking her lips. "It's my pleasure."

Then she placed one hand on his huge, muscular chest largely stained with not-his blood, rubbing slowly hers finger on him, her eyes devoured by the incredibly blue eyes of the king, fixed on her with a proud glance of complete domination.

Killer pulled her against his body, sandwiching his cock between her breasts and his powerful abdominals, stroking gently her tits, toying with her nipples, bending down soon on her and biting playfully her nipple and then sucking it, moving his tongue around it, still watching her with a glance that, ever if without trace of threats, was more than intimidating, full of sheer power.

She moaned strongly, wrapping the other breast on his immense, hot flesh, and exploring with her hand every powerful muscle of his form, rubbing away with a strange pleasure the impressive amount of blood from his domineering body, watching sometimes the red coloured water run on her arm. Was a strange sensation, for her... all in him was so incredibly exciting, for her... also the blood of the last victims. She trembled a bit at the thought that in just four hours he had killed easily at least twenty rivals, and reduced the queen to a rag, almost killing her. He smiled, feeling her tremble, and guessing that it wasn't effect of the tepid water... He growled softly, enjoying the sweet, light movement of her hand on his muscles, on his abdominals... and then again on his large chest, lingering with affective attention on the coagulated blood. He make narrower the embrace, loving the soft contact of her breast on the two side of his immense malehood, and, keeping suck hers nipple almost like she was sucking the monstrous head of his cock, and moving slowly his free right hand on hers perfect belly, towards the short, seeming-cooper fur of hers vagina...

She released a strong moan, almost a little scream of pleasure, when the male passed slowly one of his big fingers on hers tight passage, between the closed pink lips of hers sex.

The male pressed slowly on her gate, inserting easily a finger in her, and then he moved it slowly on hers internal walls, making her moan and pant on his huge cock what she was now sucking with great pleasure, and then he added another finger, speeding up his movements in her wet gate.

She moaned, hers mouth full of black hot meat hard as steel. The waterfall was only a beautiful contour... Killer was powerful and huge as always.

She tried to swallow more of that immense shaft that she loved so much, but she simply can't go over the huge head, already more than sufficient for fill up her mouth from side to side... then she rocket hers head back and forth, sucking strong and noisily, enjoying the load of precum that the huge cock was spilling down directly in her throat and mouth, caressing with hers tongue the engorged head of the behemoth cock and tasting his potent pre.

She given a delighted glance at the eyes of the male, that for answer placed one hand on hers head, pushing her still more on his gargantuan length, making her gasp, almost suffocated by his hugeness and his incredibly generous load of powerful precum.

He growled softly, with a grin, watching her do everything she can on his huge cock, evidently delighted by the attempts of the smaller female of worship that immense shaft as it deserves. He loved feel hers wet tongue dance on his gigantic cock head, bringing on it huge, sticky strings of his own dense pre, see his pre flow out of the filled mouth of her, see her eyes closed in incredible lust, feel the sweet caress of hers breast on the two sides of his pole, the taste of her excitement and of her salty sweat on the nipple still in his mouth, and hers juices on the four fingers that he was moving fast up and down in her with clever movements. He loved all of that moment, and she too.

Finally, Killer removed slowly his hand from her vagina, and she released the huge cock from her mouth with a long, final, interminable lick that the male enjoyed with a soft growl, watching the spider's web of dense pre and saliva mixed in her mouth and on his tip.

He grasped his firm cock and stroked it strongly a few times, under the attentive eyes of the female, that watched him provocative, moving hers pelvis and licking her lips.

Killer placed one hand on her shoulder, driving Electra in her movements. He pushed gently her forwards a bit, just out the heavy waterfall, on a rock just a few inches under the water, and he driven her lain down on her back, in the water. She watched him tower on her, moving hers glance on the huge cock, starting from the impressive balls of the male, almost bigger as her breasts, and climbing on the venous length towards the engorged head, and then, just a bit over, she meet his blue eyes and let out a deep sigh of lust.

"What you wait...? Put that huge thing at work for me, my king..."

He laughed softly, grasping hers right leg with one hand and lifting her, leaving Electra placed on the rock only with shoulders and head, and with the other hand he grasped his cock, pointing it towards the ground. Towards hers gate.

"So I can give to you all, as you like..." He moved slowly his cock head on hers wet vagina, making her moan, panting a bit in pure pleasure and anticipation... she prepared herself with a deep sigh, licking her muzzle. "You are so immense... so really huge... is going to hurt, huh? She asked pettishly, a light of desire in her eyes.

"Yes, at the beginning it will be a bit painful... I'm much bigger than Griagas."

She licked her lips, caressing with one hand his huge cock and hers vagina with the other. "You are bigger than every one..."

He smiled, and then he pushed strongly forwards, forcing his immense tip in her, stretching immediately wide the lips of her sex, unused at similar sizes.

She screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure, closing her eyes and arching hers back. He was incredible... Griagas wasn't a weak lover, and he had a notable male power, but Killer was something of hardly believable. She screamed again, feeling the difference between Griagas and the abundantly three times bigger, harder, hotter Killer.

He watched her eyes just half closed, with a smile, thrusting forwards firmly, reading in those eyes her pain and her pleasure, and feeling her move towards him her lips, despite the pain.

"Now I know what has made so enthusiast Athena and Joy... go on, big male." Said her with a provocative smile.

"Yeah, now you know... the first part of the matter, at least." He answered, thrusting forwards as a bull, helped by the weak but determined movements of the female.

Finally, they both groaned when he sunk almost his entire length in her and stopped his movements for a moment. They growled softly with affection one towards the other, feeling great lust from that impossibly deep penetration. He feels with wonderful pleasure hers vagina tightening up more around his buried shaft, trying in vain to adjust herself at the measures of the intruder, watching her in her eyes with a rhythmical heavy respiration, worthy of a stallion at the end of a race. But he was smiling, panting not in fatigue but in pure, wild pleasure. He growled softly at the sight of the ripped vagina, incredibly stretched, bleeding with a slow, little stream of blood that flow towards the ground on hers lightly muscular abdomen, and other blood spray out with notable force from the tightness of the embrace between hers stretched gate and his huge cock. She feels her body full as never before. The pain had been really strong, and her smashed vagina was still asking for relief, bleeding, stretched over every limit that she had imagined before. But, now, breathing harshly and hardly, watching the well visible swelling in her own belly and the eyes of the male shining in lust and dominance, she was tasting the greater pleasure never imagined, somewhere deep, really deep into her.

And she feel still better immediately when he begun to move his cock in her body, moving back at least a foot, slowly, and then forwards again, slowly, but with a strength, with his strength, already more than sufficient for push her a bit forwards on the rock, shaking the water around her.

She screamed, feeling him speed up slowly his rhythm, and moving ever more of his cock back and forth. Electra rocked hers head in mad pain and bigger pleasure, screaming and groaning her pleasure under the delighted eyes of the king.

Killer begun to thrust with almost an half of his huge cock, growling of deep pleasure, his ears full of the hard breath and the screams of pleasure of the female hammered under him, eyes fixed on the bouncing, generous tits of Electra, and often on her eyes changed by the deep pleasure, and also, obviously, by the pain still present.

She can feel the interminable shaft ram her body even faster and harder, and she can't by now follow the strong movements of the giant male, but only rock hers head from side to side and arch her back in the incredible ecstasy of that ride.

She can feel everything with a precision incredible... she was able of feel clearly the gigantic veins of his black pole scrape her thigh depths somewhere in her, and fell every time with a little jump the enormous cock head hit like a blow probably against her stomach.

Killer feel the already tight vagina begin to tightening rhythmically in a narrower embraces on his domineering shaft, and he speeded up his hammering with a roar, feeling her climax rise, pummelling her like a fury with his incredibly massive malehood in a concert of deafening screams.

She come, trying a pleasure never dreamed, feeling him defeat with the brutal strength of his almost six feet of steel-harder pole the clenching of her vagina, punching back in her body her orgasm's juices, forcing them to spray out with incredible force from the smashed lips of her vagina when he arrear.

She screamed, disbelieving, in indescribable lust, watching the juices of hers climax and frightening spurts of blood being shoot out with incredible strength, so much that the male could easily taste them, opening his mouth and catching the spurts in the air.

He was fucking her furiously, tasting the tempest of hers climax, tasting hers blood, roaring in lust. With every thrust, he withdrawal almost his entire, massive malehood, letting only the head in and then hammering again all the interminable length in her with an impressive rhythm, his enormous testicles slapping like wrecking balls on her anus, squelching loud over the juices flooding there. He had also begun to ram up and down the female, lifting her holding hers leg in his hand, rocking her up and down along his cock as she was an oversized, furry condom.

She screamed, while the male rocked her up and down as a rag doll, hammering hers body as a machine gun, but with the power of a cannon. He answered at her screams of lust with roars of domineering, powerful and feral pleasure.

She was shattered in her depths by an enormous cock, a real weapon, and hammered strongly on hers tail hole and firm, wonderful buttocks by his immense balls, big as her huge tits and harder than steel, full of burning, powerful seed...

Hers orgasm was end, but hers shattered, weak vagina was still clenching in vain around that massive male power, in a sort of wonderful never-ending climax. With that incredible pleasure in her, she thought at the monstrous, domineering intruder in her... that was her body... but was the enormous cock the owner...

"Come, come Killer! Is incredible... shoot your big load in me, god!" She screamed at full voice, in the even more furious ride of Killer.

He roared, speeding up again, feeling his huge waves rise towards the head of his cock.

"Ahhh... I feel it get still bigger... its incredible...!" Screamed Athena, arching hers back, closing painfully her eyes and gritting still more her fangs. The huge shaft stiffen and heated up, harder than diamond, burning like fire and, finally, in the depths of the body of Electra exploded an huge, first spurt of burning hot, dense, sticky cum that the female feel burn somewhere really deep... he roared at full voice, eyes closed in lust, burying with a force almost brutal every inch of his huge cock, hammering her, exploding another jet of cum probably bigger than the full climax of most males. She screamed hers pleasure almost until broken her vocal cords, feeling in her body another wave of boiling seed and then another and again, in a tempest, each with a strength that seemed enough to push forwards the female along the huge malehood so well lubrificated with blood, pre, juices... and now seed of the male, that had filled rapidly the smashed vagina and now was spraying out with a such force that every spurt flown high over the height of the head of Killer for land in the calm lake a lot of feet ahead. She was dumbfounded, without breath, eyes opened wide as if she was drug addict.

Killer finished his orgasm withdrawing his cock from the smashed, full female and stroking his shaft, shooting the last heavy spurts on all hers body, sticky, dense streams of powerful seed all over her, covering with a thick layer hers breasts, the firm belly and all the face, filling up easily with a shot hers hungrily opened mouth.

Finally, after had given to her this formidable, hot shower, he slowed down, and then sat down on the rock, at the side of the exhausted Electra, his cock still hard and ready.

"Happy?" He asked with a self confident grin, travelling with his eyes on that beautiful body covered by his seed. He had the better "work" of the world, he thought... as king, he was going to fuck and make pregnant every female of the pack.

Electra, panting harshly, found a bit of strength for laugh of that insolent, ironic question.

"Sure... and I have really to say that you are surprisingly."

Killer laughed of true heart.

A bit later, Killer deposed the exhausted Electra on a bench, placing a bathrobe rolled up into a ball under hers head, and another on her body to warm her up, and then he sat down on the other bench at her side, staring affectively at her, smiling slightly.

He had brought two both again under the waterfall for clean up all the impressive mess, and then he had carried her in his arms out of the lake.

And now she was watching him with eyes shiny of love and thanks for the incredible ride.

"It's been... oh, god, Killer... I can't find worthy words... wonderful, maybe..." She whispered, weak but satisfied and still very high on erotic bliss.

"Thank you. Also for me it's been... at least... fantastic." He said with a large smile. "But now, rest here. You are still bleeding, and you have need of rest... a bit of time and you will be fine again. Sure, you probably will enjoy never again a ride with one smaller than me, stretched as you are..."

Electra smiled. "Sure. And find another lover like you is impossible... I want only you, so is all right." She kissed his huge, still not completely flaccid cock, stroking a finger along the massive length, moaning.

The king smiled, dry himself a bit and put on again his black jeans, the belt and the heavy, frightening swords. "Thank you again, Electra. Now I'm going to be crowned... you remain here, ok? Rest. I will return here after the ceremony."

The pack was still in patient waiting, ready to crown the new king in the main living room, but the new alpha male had obviously decided to let them all wait for his times and comfort.

Finally, Killer entered in the living room, walking with decisiveness towards the chair/recliner, the throne where he had found Griagas just a few hours before, between two wings of crowd.

Great part of the pack was in that room, knelled down at his passage, without a sound, watching with contrasting sentiments at the new absolute owner. The females were more than happy of the change, and their glances were a presence almost physically catching on his body, for the king. All of him, still wet mane included, was incredibly attractive for them.

The males, instead, were worried and frightened. The new arrived had shown a strength formidable and an incredibly merciless and cold combative spirit, with a freezing, hyper possessive and proud personality.

A few things were already clear: no one would ever have any chance to get clever with him, probably a lot of them will have lost their females and privileges, and for many males were coming a lot of blows.

Killer lie down on the chair recliner, making himself at home without worry for his pack in waiting, passing his cold glance on the entire crowd still knelled down, with an enjoyable awareness in his mind. His little showing off in the arena had pulled the entire pack in the right state of complete submission.

"Stand up." He ordered with mildly bored voice when he was laid back. "I want the general, first. And... you and you. Whisky." He added, pointing at two females and then at the small table with the bottles.

The two females moved ahead, with a deep curtsy when they passed in front of the king, and then the first grasped a big crystal bottle of whisky and poured it in a goblet hold by the second, that immediately carry it at the master. The king taken gently the full goblet from the hand of the female, with a little nod of approbation and thanks, and drank the golden, burning liquid watching a big tiger walk towards him with a low, submissive glance. The General of the Army, ex second in command of Griagas, was a tiger a bit bigger than all the other males, and probably older than most of the soldiers. His fur, a time surely of a shining orange, by now was dark, almost black. His powerful body was covered of scars almost everywhere the new king can see, and he wore a light, black armour. Killer studied him with interest meanwhile the general was walking the few steps between them... and he grinned a bit with a cold expression of superiority, and also of amused disappointment.

It was clear that the soldiers had a mad fear of their general, the second for powers in the pack, but Killer valued him easily as a mediocre combatant. He was surely better than the other males of the pack, but the difference with Griagas, that wasn't been exactly a worthy rival himself, was very strong. He laughed slowly with himself. He had finally understood that Athena and Joy were perfectly right... a guy like this, that he really could defeat with an hand tied behind his back, was general meanwhile he was an unknown.

To be sincere, the warriors that Killer considered of good level were just a few, and them all had still always been a good few steps under him. But for everyone else those warriors were surely deadly, not only "good".

He was accustomed to a pack that probably was the strongest in the world. His native pack.

When he had leaved his pack, in the north, his native kingdom was in peace. His father, the king, was still at his place of supreme command, despite the fact that his favourite, legitimate son, Killer, was far stronger than him and could have easily took the kingdom for himself.

Killer had never wanted to kill his father for become king of a kingdom compounded by his mother, the queen, and his innumerable sisters and stepsisters, for rape them and dominate his brothers and stepbrothers. The king, for his part, was more than happy to maintain his powers and life, even if Seth Huxley had never been a coward. Seth, father of Killer and king of Kesteven, was a great, skilled warrior that for many years had gained fame, reputation and glory on the battlefields of the northlands and the world, and when he had finally become the king, he was well aware that, a day, maybe someone stronger, likely one of his sons, could rise and claim the power and kill him... it was more than normal in the tiger's civilization. Seth was a wise, always calm king and a warrior still unmatched by everyone but his first son... But for years, Killer had lived in his native land like a king. He had always had everything that he wanted, and done what he wished, with all the comfort of a king, and almost with the same powers. There weren't many other alternatives, after all... forbid Killer to do or take something was impossible, seen that there was no one able to stop him. But he had always been an exemplar man of power and honour, faithful to his family, homeland and friends.

In the pack he had had the maximum charge just under the king. He had been the general of the big army of his father, and had the power to dominate all the males of the pack. His life was wonderful. An entire wing of the royal palace was only his, and with huge quarters for his as much huge harem of females.

Under this aspect, he had always been a general much, much expensive, so his harem was always in expansion, and also the females formally reserved to the king often were found in the Killer's apartments...

But that was accepted, also because Killer was a warrior of incredible power and value. For the long years of his legendary command, the army of the kingdom of Kesteven fought a war after the other. The regions of the north were really turbulent, and Killer guided his army to a victory after the other, always in the first line, or still further ahead most of the time. Weapons, tactics, strategies and close combat were his bread. They have no secrets for him.

And for each quality as general and man of strategies, he had still more skill and strength for the fight: he was able to move on the worst battlefields the heaviest machine guns, and to use them as normal rifles, hurling bursts of the heaviest projectiles on his targets with the precision of a sniper with the better accuracy-rifle, maintaining such a speed and an agility hard to follow also for his super-trained soldiers.

And if from far, he, a giant used to wear only black jeans and a black armour that followed the chiselled profile of his powerful muscles, armed with two machine guns that the others could move only in teams of at least two men for gun, was a frightening sight, for the enemy the real nightmare was come at close fight with him.

At the time when he was general, his name for the radio communications was Wyvern. The reason was simple. Becoming general, he had received an impressive sword with a frightening, huge, red as the blood, 10 feet long blade, and he had called that incredible weapon "Wyvern", because of the colour and the particular design.

So for the close combat he had always that huge, frightening crimson sword placed vertically on his back, and the usual three swords at his belt. And he was deadly able with that weaponry, and always starving to prove his ability on the battlefields.

The battles were always won in his sector. He had always fought his wars before on the maps, and then on the ground, in the more difficult and important sector of the field. His rule was simple. "Don't order to your men something that you are not ready or able to do". He was always the guide, the example, and the most effective warrior of all the army. He had always sincerely thought that it was the only way to really deserve the charge of general.

To be really decisive in his charges, he had founded a formidable group of deadly warriors, his shadows, the elite of the army, with the duty of follow him in the decisive attacks.

Called "Predators", and with a motto clear and burning, "Who dares wins", that wild pile was an impressive engine of destruction, compounded by the best soldier selected every five from each regiment, and trained still hardly than the others.

And the training, under the command of that general, was a hell. Every soldier of the regiment, had took often a lot of terrible blows from the same Killer during the training fights, so no one had fear on the ground, and no one had hesitations. It was really hard to find someone with a strength similar to their general... and he was always there, ready to do the heavy lifting everywhere it was needed. He was an army packed into a single warrior. Bunkers, trenches, tanks... nothing could restrain his strength, nothing could stop his blows... and no one had enough courage to stand up in front of him.

Killer had won all his wars. Against kingdom near and against huge waves of soldiers of other species longing to overturn the domination of the tigers. During those years he had raped an unimaginable quantity of females of all the species. Every victory was inevitably followed by raids in the camps or in the cities of the enemy, and he had always captured huge number of females for his harem. Tigers, lionesses and mares were his favourites, but he had also a soft spot for raping females of smaller species, often a cruel but pleasurable (for him, obviously) mode to kill them...

But when you see an army become mincemeat under your eyes, every wish to fight against the winners usually vanish immediately. So, surrounded by kingdoms tamed, or without an army lost in a lake of blood or too scared to raise the voice, the lands of the great Kesteven entered in a long period of peace.

Killer tried to enjoy the life of the general in a kingdom pacific, but it was simply too "dynamic" for live training recruits, and so a day he leaved his homeland, his harem, his comforts, to begin his long solitary travel, fighting every possible battle, and doing often the mercenary, learning still more on all the aspects of the war, widening over every limits his capacities, his strength and his kill modes. He had fallen into fury and darkness... a long period of seven years in which his inner darkness had had the upper hand on him, pushing him to destroy entire towns, slaughter entire populations, rape a female after the other... a period that had stained forever his soul, his honour and self-consideration. And so he had lived since the meeting with Athena and Joy... but now, now that he was king and his life was changing, he had to never commit those errors and atrocities... never again. He had to find his way to redemption...

"My king. I'm ready to serve your highness until die." The general knelled down at the side of Killer that was still comfortably lying down on the chair recliner, and the king was so reawakened from his memories.

Killer laughed a bit with himself at that as in his mind passed another memory... he had never, never shown that submission at his king and father. At the most, he was used to bend slightly his head because of the deep respect that he had for his father and his wisdom. Oh, if just I would have always followed your same wisdom, father...

"Is hard to believe that you will die to serve me... For your past... king... - and he pronounced the world with an evident irony - you have not carried out this duty." Killer observed sharply before he drank another deep mouthful of whisky, watching the trembling general with a freezing glance from over the goblet.

"But... your majesty... I..." The general trembled in front of such coldness packed into such a giant, powerful machine of muscles, claws and fangs.

"Shut up, sack of shit. And listen... In this pack there are a lot of beautiful females. But I see that the genetic footprint for the male side is much lacking. For lucky, I'm going to remedy... but for now I have only a pile of worms to rely over. And you, unfortunately, are the best worm available... you'll be still the general. But know just a thing... if you choose not to be faithful to me, to your king until die, be sure that I'm really going to die. Or I'll make you regret to be born. I know things worst than death... and I'll try everything on you, before kill you, if you give me a reason. Understood?"

"Yes, majesty." He answered with submitted voice, bending still more until his forehead almost touched the floor.

"Good. The first point is clear. Second and last. Here something is going to change. Griagas was a coward disloyal that has never accepted the challenge of a rival. I'm not the same kind of king and man. I love challenges. I love win challenges, and I love win with loyalty.

So, from now and forever, your duty and duty of your soldiers is only protect my females from all the possible threats. And I want to be absolutely clear. MY females. Every soldier or officer that with Griagas had received females, now has lost them. Beginning from you." Growled Killer. The news was terrible for all the males, general included, and even if Killer was showing only his usual self confidence and security, his hidden hand, under the height of his powerful even if relaxed form, was closed on the sword's handle, ready to any possibility. One of the lessons learned in his life. "Is not important how strong you are. Be ready always for the worst possibility."

But the memory of the fight in the arena was still really too burning in all the minds to commit the imprudence to show rancour or still worst disobedience towards the new king.

"Sure, majesty, sure..." Answered the general, resigned.

"Well. Show me that you are worthy, and I can be generous. But, as maybe even you have understood, I'm a king incapable to bear at light heart the disloyalty, the stupidity, the disobedience... and generally all what give me the sensation that the other is getting clever with me. Who break my laws is going to be killed immediately. I'm not a sweetheart." Killer watched the crowd with one of his freezing, impressive glances of his sapphire eyes, that so many times had challenged Death and so many times had been Death's eyes. "When you'll exit from here, my orders are to tidy up this palace and make vanish the corpses, and then to take again the positions of surveillance. Well, for now I think that is sufficient... Free me from your irritating presence, now."

The general, still knelled down on the marble of the floor, bended down still more his head and walked back slowly, without turn his back to the king neither for a second. Killer watched him for all the time, then gave the slightest of nod as the general slowly and hesitantly stood up again in his old position in the shocked, frightened crowd.

"Go on, captains, now. I don't want to pass all my night here..." Growled boredly the king.

The coronation was a long ceremony, quite humiliating for the pack and absolutely magnificent for the king. Killer valued his captains as very scarce warriors. In his past army, they would have been soldiers, and probably of the lowest order. He imposed to himself to value soon the males of the pack to see if it wasn't possible assembly an army of a better level.

Even the soldier that he had used as living shield was present. During the absence of the king, two captains had resuscitated him from his unconsciousness without many ceremonies, at sound of slaps and pail of freezing water. Then two soldiers had sustained him for all the time but the short time of the oath of supreme faithfulness and submission, when he had staggered alone towards the throne.

But the more interesting thing of the ceremony was the improvise arrive of Electra, exhaust and trembling on her legs, but happy and firmly determined to show hers obedience another time at hers king. Killer smiled widely to her, really impressed by that action. Moved, he was almost on the point of jump on his feet for sustain her, still so weak after their ride. But it was impossible. Is absolutely harmful show excessive goodness in front of the pack.

She knelled down heavily at his side, panting. She was still bleeding in hers low regions, and was really tired, but she smiled widely at the king, with a satisfied light in her eyes. Killer watched her with a light of affect in his eyes, dwelling on hers golden slip, stained of the red of hers blood.

"You are mad... I've said to you of rest, and it was absolutely not necessary that you dragged yourself here in your conditions. You have already shown your delicious obedience." Whispered Killer with a sincere, surprised smile.

"I'm fine; don't care for me, my king." She lied with moving affection. "And it is not the same thing. I must be here for your coronation."

Electra sworn his obedience at the new king, and Killer, finally, dismissed the entire crowd. His first orders were already assigned, and now he wanted only of remain lonely with the weak female.

"Damn, sit down, Electra! You want to die?" Exclaimed Killer, getting up seated on the chair recliner, giving space at the female when they were finally alone.

He helped her to hoist herself on the bed and lie down.

"Thank you, Killer." She whispered. "Aren't you happy of the obedience of your little slave?"

"Sure that I'm happy... but I was satisfied also before. It wasn't necessary tire you out so much. I know... it must burn like fire, huh? My... "style" is never been light."

"Is getting better. And anyhow, a night with you worth all, also this pain."

He laughed softly. "Well, I hope so. And thinking on it again, I'm happy of have you here. I can't wish a better guide for know this palace."

"I will be happy of drive you everywhere you want, my king."

Killer made knowledge of his new, majestic residence with the guide of the weak Electra. He had carried her in his arms for all the travel around the huge palace as she cheerfully gave him indications and information.

It wasn't an effort for one with his strength, that had neither caught hint of the weight of the female, but it was an act of respect and affection that Griagas or other kings would had never accomplished. But Killer, instead, had always enjoyed be kind with his friends. Even more with girlfriends. And he had really loved travel for the interminable corridors with the sweet weight of the nice Electra in his arms, hear her weak but lovely, affective voice and feel her hands caress slowly his powerful, huge body for all the time with true love. That affection that rapes hadn't... and that sometimes was even better than sex itself.

Killer enjoyed really much also his new palace, finding that he had shared with his predecessor at least the same architectural tastes. He loved especially the huge gym, the firing range and the huge armoury, and still more he adored immediately his apartments, with the colossal bedroom.

It was an huge circular room in the tower of the palace, the higher point of the entire castle, with an impressive ceiling dome covered of fresco, and with an immense large window on a as much large balcony with an impressive sight on a wide part of the kingdom.

The major part of the furniture was constituted by an enormous canopy-bed that seemed large as a square of a town, and incredibly comfortable. Killer was absolutely not a lazy... if he sleep a few hours in a night is already an event. But... for others modes of use, he was sure from the first second that the bed would have been the most used mobile of the entire palace.

And finally they arrived at the huge box of the palace, an underground hangar full of vehicles, from the better racing motor bikes to any of the better cars of the world. The same Killer had asked to Electra to see that place. He had grant to himself time until the dawn to become king and arrange the first things, but by now, whit the end of his time near, he really wanted to return to the village to take again with him the sweet company of his first supporters in this new life: Athena and Joy.

"You like your fleet...?" Asked Athena, moving slowly a hand on his chest up and down and watching his eyes of ice travel on the entire hangar thoughtfully.

"Not so much. Something is good. Something not. I will order to make a pair of special vehicles for me, studied on my size and my wishes, and then I'll be happy. This is a collection ridiculously huge and almost useless. At least for me... So it's good only to make good appearance. And so I'll use all this. For appearance." He paused, then nodded slightly. "Well, maybe with a test drive every now and then of something, sure."

The female nodded slowly, a bit surprised of the modesty of the new king. Griagas had always been a megalomaniac, in comparison...

The king walked between the vehicles lined, and then he finally chose a black racing car, an all-speed monster with only two seats, but at least spacious enough to let even him sat comfortably at the driving place. And to make it even better, Killer sustained Electra with just an arm for a moment, and with the free hand he simply grasped the roof of the car and torn apart it with a low growl, with the same ease of open a can of beer. Then he thrown the heavy black roof on the ground and re took more comfortably Electra in his arms.

"Here a "convertible"." Said playfully Killer. Electra was shocked by this hundredth show of brutal strength... and she wandered on what he could truly do if he wanted.

"I have to repeat myself... you are surprising. And I think that you have still a lot of formidable things to show me..."

The male laughed. "I've all the intentions to surprise you. But not now... you have really need of rest. And I'm going to recover our two friends... Athena and Joy. Let's go, I carry you to your bed. And this time is an order...rest there."

The female smiled and placed hers head against his huge chest. "I surrender at the order of my loved king... but rest here in your arms is wonderful, and better than any bed will ever be."

Some minutes later, a new king was seated at the driving place of the "modified" better car of the collection of Griagas. Again with his sunglasses on, in the red light of the first drawn of his new reign, he enjoyed the born of a new day on his kingdom, leaving Kendrew, his new capital, for the little village where all was begun, with his usual "cheerful" style of drive.

The car was a real monster, much faster than the motorbike that he had ridden in the opposite direction. The fact that it was a "two seat only" wasn't a problem... he had in his mind a nice idea.

He doesn't really like that vehicle, but it was fast and quite comfortable for him, a rare thing, so he founds it fairly good for the moment.

Electra had said to him that the village was named Freedall, and for the moment that was the only place well known of his kingdom. He grins with himself... king of a kingdom that he neither known. And he added a note in his mind: "Watch a damned map of this kingdom and begin a serious work. Later." The priority now was another. He squeeze others horses from the powerful engine, throwing the car as a bullet on the road.

The black car was parked at the end of two impressive, parallel mark of a brutal braking from high velocity to zero. Killer had squeezed all the power of the vehicle, as he had always done with anything he had rode in his life, being it a motorbike, a car or a female.

And then he was walking calmly towards the door of the pub where his life had changed for ever. He had already noticed that the town was quite and ordered, so he was calm and sure that no one had attacked Athena and Joy. A fear that had never leaved him for all the time...

The only sign of chaos in the town was in the main street, where a little crowd was examining the devastation that he had caused in the armoury in the night... He laughed a bit with himself at that sight.

When he opened the door of the pub, his eyes found immediately the two beautiful girls that he was searching, and he smiled. They were fine, leaned on the bench, side to side, in front of two goblets of whisky, and evidently of very good mood. No one had dared bother them. Not knowing their protector and having had a little hint of his strength.

They were talking between them, waiting for their knight of the freezing blue eyes, but they hadn't spotted him, yet.

Killer walked towards them silently, arriving behind them without be heard and then he took slowly the projectile of gold of the necklace that a time had been of Griagas, letting it dangle between the faces of the two females.

They gasped, in a moment of surprise and fright, but then Athena noticed the white hand that held the necklace, and she turned back with a sigh, almost jumping at the neck of the new king.

"Killer! I was sure that it would have been easy, for you" She screamed, kissing the cheek of the king as he reciprocated the embrace of the female and her kiss. "Me too, Athena." He laughed softly.

Joy embraced his king, smiling widely, a hand on the projectile, and the other on his shoulder, caressing the long fur of his shinning mane. She kissed him on the other cheek, and the male, lifting them at his height without effort in his embrace, kissed the two in their mouth for a long time, as he was so able of do.

Finally, he put them both back on their feet, smiling, and the two females knelled down for the oath. He laughed when Athena roared to the crowd to show their submission at their new king, and watched with his cold eyes as all the peoples in the pub knelled down almost to kiss the ground, deadly scared, and completely submitted and crushed by the lonely presence of the huge, muscular male. The braver watched dumbfounded the necklace with the projectile for a few seconds, still disbelieving... for them, oppressed for years by Griagas, a seeming invincible warrior and his merciless army, was hard believe that someone could be even stronger than the ex king. Strong enough to open his road between the lines of the army and kill the king in his palace, in the space of a night, and return practically unfazed by the battle, and without wounds... but that projectile was an indisputable proof of all that. Of Killer's victory. Everyone, in the kingdom of Kendrew, had seen that pendant at least a time in his life. And generally it wasn't a good memory.

Killer remained in the pub for about two hours, receiving the submission of the peoples of the little village. "Doggy", actually a big, old but still strong wolf of about 7 feet of height, owner of the pub, had sworn immediately after the two females, and then he had supplied the king a worthy armchair where Killer, with Athena on a leg and Joy on the other, received the homage of the population.

The white tiger was happy to have the delicious company of the two females, because that formality, even if pleasant, was boring for him after relatively little time. In this sense, the little attentions of the two females on his body were really a pleasure, and useful, seen that they were the better mode not to bore the warrior.

"Doggy, come here..." Said Killer at the end.

The wolf returned at the feet of the huge king, scared. "I'm here to serve your majesty with all my life and capabilities."

The king smiled, and even if the smile don't reached his impressive eyes of ice, the smaller wolf set his mind at rest in a bit of calm.

"You are a good guy, doggy... careful, respectful and honest. I think that could be nice of me to call you with yours name, huh...? Tell me it."

"Sigmund, your highness."

"Well." Said the king, with a short moment of pause to enjoy to the maximum the caresses of the two females leaning on his powerful body. "Sigmund... I will try to call you so, instead of doggy. Is not a promise, anyhow... I like your manners and I think I can trust in you. I know that Griagas and his army have oppressed you for all these years... but now things are going to change. My soldiers are going to be attentively supervised, in order to prevent that they bother you with their ferocity and gratuitous violence as they have done in the past. Isn't in my character oppress the others only because they are weaker... I think that everyone deserve with his behaviour the respect or the destruction.

Now this is the way of looking at things in this kingdom, and my soldiers are going to respect my law, just like you are."

The king looked at the crowd knelled down in the pub, in front of him. Their faces were full of surprise... but also of admiration and happiness for an age of oppression ended, and he saw it easily under their submitted, meek expressions.

"Sure, majesty. We all are going to respect your laws, and we are happy of this new course." Said the wolf, bending down still more his head in sign of the deepest respect.

"Are you under a sort of nocturnal curfew, right now...?" Asked quietly the king.

"Yes, majesty. From many years is forbidden every nocturnal activity to us, but keep open pubs and places."

Killer nodded with his head. As he had already imagined.

"Well, that curfew is erased. I want a kingdom alive and not a colony for the debatable fun of that scum of my army. So, live again yours night... I'm going to put back in lines and order my army. They now stink of wine, women and arrogance... but soon I'll make them stink of sand and sweat."

"Thank you, majesty. Your highness is too good." The wolf answered immediately.

"Not so much good, Sigmund..." Laughed Killer. "Listen to me. This new course doesn't change the things. We are stronger, you weaker. We are the owners, you the servants. I'm still stricter than my predecessor on my laws... break also only an insignificant order will mean die without discussions. You will be treated with respect, but take the maximum care to treat always with the maximum obedience and respect my tigers. And especially, take care of don't get clever with me. My words now are the law, here. And you are going to follow it or die."

"Of course. Yes, majesty. As always."

Killer watched the wolf and every face in the crowd, valuing if they were dependable. And the answer was yes... his lonely freezing glance was more than sufficient to scare stiff everyone, and was clear that no one in that big crowd was careless enough to challenge him in any mode. And if someone was... he could take down all of them with just a hand while hopping around on a sore leg.

"Well... I think I've been clear. Now the real reason because you are here at my feet, Sigmund. I want your collaboration to keep an eye on the situation in this village. Things like the relations between tigers and you, voices, information and everything that could have an interest for me. I'm sure that you can understand this kind of things. And this village, so near at the border, is an important centre and source of info. You think you can be able to serve me in this important way?"

The wolf wasn't able to rise his head to watch again in that frightening eyes. With the light of the power they were getting still more impressive than just a few hours before... but he nodded immediately, hurrying up to answer to not making him wait. "I'm here to serve your majesty as your highness wish. I'll send daily reports."

"Good idea. I have faith in you. Don't disappoint me." The last three words had had a strength major, something impossible to understand, but the almost imperceptible difference in the tone put the shivers along the backs of all the people in the crowd. Sigmund trembled at the thought of what the king could do to him if he disappointed him in any way...

"Never, majesty." He said decidedly.

"I hope so. For you especially, doggy. And I want that you elect yours representative to bring all your necessities to my attention." Said the king for close the conversation, drinking a goblet of whisky poured to him by Athena with a smile.

"Can I suggest to elect a female?" Said Joy, leaning on the powerful body of the king in a contact with very little modesty. The wolf watched her, a bit scared... how answer at this unexpected intervention without irritate the king?

But Killer kissed Joy in her mouth, embracing her and placing with as much little modesty one hand on a prosperous breast of the female, covered only by the fine fabric of the t-shirt and of the bra.

"It's a good idea... if I was in you, I'd follow this suggestion. Doggy, I want to hope that you are able to find the... right person." Said the king.

"We will take care of this order soon, my king." Answered with relief the wolf, really happy that the owner had talked, removing him from a very dangerous situation...

"Why we haven't had sex on that big bench of Doggy? It would have been wonderful... it's when you are naked and in action with a female or more under you that you are more regal. That people can't neither imagine a similar thing, lion..." Said provocatively Athena.

She was sat down on the legs of Killer, belly against belly... rock-harder abdominals against firm, flat girly belly, huge but proportionate breasts against a chest sculptured in the steel. She was licking with passion the muzzle of a seeming disinterested Killer. Again with his sunglasses on, the male was driving the black racing monster at full speed, but he was all but disinterested. He was only pretending to be "impossible".

Athena was tasting his huge muscles with one hand, the other placed without modesty on the massive malehood of the giant. She was moving slowly hers crotch and hers hand on the huge bulge in his pants, and she was surprised of his self control, because was obvious that he was adoring that... and also because, apart from her, the smaller, sweet Joy, sat in the passenger seat, was bended on his shoulder, licking the other side of his muzzle, caressing his chest and moving slowly an hand on the huge, long but still flaccid cock, moaning of that surprise and incredulously that she known she was going to have for ever, in front of his monstrous sizes.

"Imagine what show for that peoples see the king fuck us as a bull, make us bleed and scream as bitches and fill up all ours holes with gallons of his better, regal cum..." Added Athena between two long licks on his cheek. The male smiled a bit, despite his efforts of seem serious and indifferent.

"Yeah... I love when I'm rammed by this big boy. And the thought of be under him in a ride in front of all that people make me mad of desire." Joy said this watching Killer in his eyes with a glance at middle road between pet and femme fatale. Killer suddenly known of can't resist still too much time.

"I think that a good part of that people will fall in panic and madness, if Killer show off his balls... they are so deliciously tiny, and he is so big... with a thing so scarily huge..." meowed Athena.

"Sure... do you remember what face has made Sigmund when he's entered in our room?" Laughed Joy in answer.

"You can be so bitchy, if you want... there is no need of be so cruel with them. I promise, a day I will punish you for how much bitchy you are... on that bench." Exclaimed Killer, trying at least to seem irritated. "But now you have absolutely to tell me what is happened with Doggy!" He laughed, finally giving up at the evidence.

"Is easy, lion... you have leaved... a few clues, in that room. For example a bed destroyed, a sheet bloody and covered of sperm, and enough of your delicious seed to make think that an orgy with at least ten big, bulky males had took place in there. When he's entered, Doggy has lost the word." Said Athena with a predatory smile.

"I demand the paternity of seed and bed, but the blood was yours." Said playfully the male.

"But is not enough... just for make Doggy feel a bit worse, Joy has remembered at high voice, with me, apparently casually, ours little game with your huge cock and that metre." Added Athena.

Killer laughed softly, and then watched Joy. "You seem an angel, but you can be deliciously terrible, huh?"

Joy answered with a wide smile, then she bended her head on the pants of Killer to reach the huge bulge of his crotch and place hers cheek on it, apart from her hands, breathing softly and teasingly over it in satisfaction. "You seem still bigger, you know? And I can't forget that game... 5 feet and half. Killer, it's still hard to believe."

Killer smiled. "So seem. How has reacted Doggy, hearing that?"

"I don't know exactly... he was turn in the other direction. But a goblet is fallen from his hands, and for a bit he's remained motionless." Answered Athena, pretending innocence.

"Cruel... how much do you think is tall, the poor, old Sigmund?" Asked Killer with low, provocative voice.

"I don't know... let me think... 6, or maybe 7 feet?" Joy answered with a strange smile. Beautiful and a bit scary together...

A bit later, the three tigers were already in the bedroom of the king. Abandoned every pretension of don't be full of desire, Killer licked his muzzle, watching the two females undress themselves in a hurry, and then fallen knelled down at his feet with hungry glances of complete submission.

"Do you imagine what I'm going to do, little bitches?" Asked him in a playfully growl, undoing slowly his belt, devouring them in his better hyper-dominant glance.

They watched him remove slowly his belt and open the zip, with a shiver of pleasure and anticipation, toying with their nipples and opening to him a good sight of their sex.

"You are going to make us scream how big, beautiful and strong you are..."

"Hum..." He placed his hands on their heads, pushing them towards his crotch. "Sure. But that's obvious... is not the right answer. Undress me."

Them grasped his pants and removed them, and then they move their attention to his black boxer, freeing rapidly with a sigh of pleasure and interest the huge cock of the male.

"I'm going to take yours tail holes." He said, watching their eyes starving, excited... and a bit scared.

Killer done the things very well, beginning with a rapid and strong fuck in their vaginas, revising the recent lesson, and giving to the two females all his massive shaft, with great satisfaction of three both, in a concert of deafening screams.

Laid down the two females on the bed, one a side with the other, he fucked gently but with impressive rhythm their sex, passing continuously from one to the other.

His huge, thick length buried in their bodies entirely, he rammed them strongly, slapping hard their firm buttocks with his immense balls with every thrust, growling in lust, until come in one of his impressive orgasms.

Exploiting even his abundant seed for make things easier, then he taken their tail holes as promised in a hard, wonderful ride that made he and the females both enjoy as never before.

At the end of that incredible ride, the females obviously exhausted remained in his arms, comfortably laid down on the huge bed.

"You know? This toy suit perfectly on you... is a perfect image of your personality." Whispered Athena, toying slowly with the gold projectile at the neck of the king. "I love the sight of you with this on... it makes me think of yours battle in the arena. What pity that we couldn't see it!"

Killer laughed softly, kissing hers hair. "I'm sure that you would have loved it, if you were present... almost as I have loved it. I've raped Nike, at the end."

Athena and Joy sighed. "Beautiful bastard... and we have seen nothing of this show! How is Nike?" Asked Joy with a smile.

"Nice... but I prefer you. And anyhow, now she is in the infirmary..."

"I have absolutely no doubts that you have sent her there, with yours... power. Poor Nike..." Athena laughed softly. "She deserved that punishment. Always so simpering..."

Killer grins. "Never again, I think..."

"This? Is been Griagas?" Asked Joy, caressing slowly the wound on the eye leaved by the sword of the ex king.

"Yes... it will be my first scar, in so many years of fights."

Joy smiled sweetly. "I think that Griagas has made a gift to you... when I watch your eyes with that scar on... well, I don't know. It gives that such "I don't know what" more that's beautiful. I love it... I love you."

The three remained a few moments in silence. Not with trouble or embarrassment... but with a certain sensation in their veins. The moment was arrived.

"You don't love us, Killer, isn't so? Not me and neither Joy." Asked Athena slowly, climbing on the huge, muscular form of the male for watch him in his eyes.

Killer opened his mouth... but then he closed it, closed his eyes, and made a deep sigh.

"I want to tell you the truth, better as I can. No, Athena. I don't love you or Joy or anyone else. Not in the manner romantic and complete that you dream... not in the manner with you love me. For me, you two are... I don't know how say this. Much more than friends, much more than lovers. I adore you much more than how I can love a sister. And is something different from the love for a son... but have you in my heart as you have me... the love in the real, supreme term... no, I can't say of love you. It will be a lie. But listen, honey... you will have all from me, all of me, all of my body, every time you want, for ever... and, who know... maybe a day I will love you as you dream. But in any case, all of me is yours, also a good space in my heart, believe me... you are my two little angels, and I'll always love you. Just... not as you dream."

Killer watched the two females with his beautiful eyes with the shadow of the sorrow, caressing their face with affection and sweetness, without any sign of the hunger of the sex. In a pure act of affection. They were still smiling, and also their eyes were still cheerful, even if for a moment the shadow of the disappointment was passed in them.

"Please, forgive me, if I never fall in love." Asked the male with a sweet kiss for each of the two.

"There is nothing to forgive... we are yours with every part of us in any case. I love you still more." Said Athena.

"Me too." Added Joy with a soft nod.

Killer smiled. "I too I'm yours."

The three remained embraced for a long time, without word. There was no need of talk.

Two of them love the other, and the other too loves them, even if in a different mode. But now they both known that, and all is perfect so.

Five years are passed, and the kingdom of Kendrew is still under the sage government of Killer, the huge, white tiger come from the great north.

Legendary general of the invincible army of Kesteven in the past, almost unknown solitary traveller for a few years of blind fury and violence, and then king of the region with capital Kendrew.

In five years, a few things are changed... Kendrew now is not the centre of a little kingdom, but the wonderful capital of an empire so huge that is hard believe that Killer has could build it in so little time.

For the first months, the news of the change of owner on the relatively little but nice kingdom of Kendrew leaded a lot of wandering males to challenge the new king, with the hope of be able of defeat him. Killer so was often in the arena, with a wide smile on his muzzle, happy of have battles to fight and win, even if they wasn't really threats. But after a bit of time, the king of Kendrew become well known as dynamite, and no one dared to bother him for lose his life as the firsts, careless challengers.

Immediately from the firsts days, the new king accomplished perfectly his mission of "introduce a better genetic footprint for the male side", made the happiness of the females of the pack and his, and he begun to transform his army at his image and resemblance. Really a bad thing for the poor soldiers, general and officer firsts, seen that the king changed the entire old situation, erasing the easy life of the soldiers and sending them in the dust.

Steely discipline and fatigue. Killer wasn't really a sweet heart, and the soldiers were insulted, humiliated and especially beaten. The king made they spit blood for months, with massacring trainings and challenging them every day in the arena and beating them hard and wildly despite their great numeric advantage. A very painful and humiliating thing.

And with the time, the entire army began to get really better with this hell. Killer never admitted that, keeping insult them and beating them still hardly (train the soldier has helped him too to get still better), but he was quite satisfied and happy of the great jump forwards. His old army, his pride, the invincible army of Kesteven, the wonder of the north, was still unattainable, but now his soldiers were an example of excellence for almost the totality of the others kingdoms, and a certainty for the security of the females.

Besides, the soldiers, even if so mistreated, began to well-like their king. The "huge bastard" was always a lot of steps ahead them in every training or march or run, irritatingly stronger, faster, and always ready for more, but he was always with them. He had never, never ordered at his men something that he as well not done.

He was a loyal, generous king every time that there was something or someone to praise and reward. All the charges were sweaty... no one was prized without merit, and a lot of soldiers that with the hard train were get better that officer and captains, received the deserved rank to the detriment of the predecessor, without any favouritism or worry.

They were forced to admit that he was really a warrior and a king of incredible value, and they begun to adore him. Never so much than the females, conquered by his gallantry, cavalry, unquestionable beauty and, obviously, by his rare abilities as lover, but a level sufficient for be really faithful until die as sworn, and for "be a fan" of their king in every his solitary war of conquest.

As most of the great kings of an age of glory ended by now from too time, Killer is in fact a solitary warrior king that challenge with an insolent smile on his muzzle the death under the aspect of armies of others king much less loyal, as Griagas, for reach the enemy kings and kill them in duel.

His army had the lonely duty of protect his kingdom and his females in his absence from every type of threats.

Killer is not changed. Not radically, at least. He's always a solitary, proud and loyal soul, a wise king and a deadly warrior. His form is still better, and he's still stronger and agiler, after all the trainings shared with his soldiers and his solitary battles for expand the kingdom. His muscles are bigger, stronger and more ready, and also his reflexes are better, trained by a high number of fights against great number of rivals. His swords are still more deadly and his aim is perfect as always.

His character is not changed, but his look sometimes is a bit different... his only concession at the elegance that is usually attended from a king was been the effort of wear t-shirts, all black and extremely simple, together with a great assortment of always black pants. Athena adores saying that Killer worn is still better, and it's still more exciting can undress him. Killer snort amused every time that she say so. Besides, he has always on his necklace with the projectile of gold.

One day, Athena and Joy have given a beautiful black cloak to Killer. He had accepted the gift with his usual kindness, but thinking that this beautiful, regal secondary wasn't for him. It's a cloak realized appropriately for him, designed for be dressed on a shoulder, long almost to the feet, with a beautiful, elaborate band of leather and gold to pass around the neck. For the first times, the two females must do heavy efforts for convince him to dress it, but with the time Killer had get used to it, and also because this make Athena and Joy happy, he dress it almost always, now.

But essentially Killer is always Killer.

As king, he had satisfied a few old wishes, and now he own a dream car built on his wishes, a black monster bigger than every other car, finally designed for his comfort, and equipped with an engine more than worthy.

And then he had also a much less elegant and fascinating, very slow in comparison, off road assault vehicle. A huge jeep equipped with heavy machine guns and launcher grenades. The last wish was a weapon, and himself had designed a new assault rifle with all his huge experience. Probably the more deadly fire arm in the world, the Cobra is an assault rifle that no one else in all the by now huge Kendrew's empire is able of lift and use. A heavy, monstrous assault rifle compounded by a heavy machine gun and a grenade launcher united in an appropriate body of sturdy steel, with an advanced optics of aim, and with the option of a heavy, effective silencer.

Charged with 100 projectiles and ten grenades, with the silencer and often a long, heavy bayonet on, it has a weight frightening for everyone, but Killer can use it comfortably without lose a crumb of his others capabilities.

The females of the pack really love him. He's as always a formidable, insatiable lover, and a gallant mate, and a father affective and attentive, despite the huge number of mothers and cubs in his huge pack. Obviously, all is relative... when the male cubs become adults, Killer is merciless as always. They can remain and respect his laws and try to gain powers with a good career in the army, or leave the empire for search lucky somewhere over the borders of his power.

The emperor of Kendrew is still without a queen, but Athena, Joy and Electra are still his favourites, and a usual, welcomed presence in his apartments.

Nike too, recovered from the damage of the savagely rape of the king, is absolving hers new mission as slave of Killer, and this means a large spectre of duties. Nike is still a female envied by the others. For her notable beauty, but also really for the fact that she is the slave of the king, and for this she live in a little apartment a side with the huge wing of palace of the king, and she is at his side in every moment of the day and often of the night.

With all the duties of a maid, but also with others... massage the powerful body of the king every time he want (a duty that Nike and all the others were more than happy of have), pour to him drinks and meals, serve him in any way possible. She was become the personal "alarm clock" of Killer, and every morning she silently entered in the bedroom of the king for waken him up, sucking his cock and then satisfying every his wishes. An idea of the same king...

She was a real slave, but Killer, as with the others females, was always gallant and kind, and a lover not rough and violent, but powerful and able. So, despite all, also the same Nike had begun to love her duties and hers king as all the others.

The cohabitation with the other species in the empire is easy and respectful. A few tigers still make grimaces at the thought of treat as an equal the other animals, but the king is implacable. His law says that the respect is all, and so, with great happiness of the once oppressed people, the violent, domineering nature of the restless tigers is now controlled. Kendrew is an oasis of peace and good government at head of an empire compounded by eleven conquered kingdoms, a giant state frightening for the near domains. Frightening in the figure of the by now legendary Killer.

His bold victories are already a legend. The same Killer is a legend... the general that once had been watched as a god and called legend, the man that had been respected and feared with the nickname Wyvern and had vanished into darkness for seven years now had returned to the light, and once more, he was returned the legend he was. Athena and Joy were right... in the space of just five years, Killer had defeated twelve kings with solitary, impressive attacks against enemies often disloyal and always surrounded by entire armies, fighting like the best, more valorous warrior kings of the glorious past of the tigers. His name was already famous... kill so easily, with similar show of strength and deadly elegance twelve kings was something almost incredible. Everything of him was by now well-known, and his present and his past, united were more than sufficient for reawaken the legend of Wyvern, the general, or better still the king, of the north, the divine warrior with the freezing eyes.

And as all the legend of so incredible enterprises, someone, in the huge world, far from Kendrew, is still disbelieving...

But the fact of the "Two Legends" was by now on the mouth of everyone, believer or not.

Two legends... Wyvern, the white king, and the other. Killer had known the other legend during his solitary travel around the world. When he was still almost unknown, the legend of the so called "Black Lightning" or simply "Legend" was already strong, and in every place he heard talk of it. Often without serious interest... he had already known a lot of so called "heroes", finding them disappointing at the moment of fight.

But now, the things are serious. Killer had talk for long time with Athena and Joy, much more informed than him on that aspect, and he is now really anxious of meet this seeming frightening rival.

Athena had told him all what she knew. The Legend was an incredibly powerful male, with a still more impressive agility, that had deserved for him the nickname "Lightning". He was famous also for the special nature of his fur, a very rare, almost unique complete black.

Arrived from the nothing, he had conquered in the space of a few years an enormous empire in continue expansion.

He was famous for strength, power, and agility and as a formidable lover... but also for his cruelty. But Killer found interesting especially another characteristic: his famous loyalty old style in battle. A thing that Killer had always considered worth of admiration.

The "Black Lightning", the Legend, seemed his natural rival. But where find him?

Killer lowered the luminosity of the aiming sight of the Cobra. With his impressive eyesight, a light too strong and too near in the night can be irritating, more than useful.

Then, a soft noise suffocated, and a case jumped out still smoking from the little window of the expeller. At almost one kilometre of distance, a figure fallen heavily on the ground, without a sound, with the head shattered.

The second soldier at the check point saw his friend fall out of his sight, under the cover of the protective wall of his position, but he can't see the explosion of blood in the night. He given a glance all around... but he saw only peace, but in the garrison behind his back, where other soldiers are in rest after their turns, and were playing, drinking and generally making mess.

"Don't joke, Henry! With the legends around, I've already enough fear!"

But no one answered in the calm night.

"Henry? Are you again fallen asleep in your turn of surveillance?" Exclaimed the soldier, a bit worried, walking slowly and with prudence across the road between their two positions.

"Go on, Henry! Is not the right time for do the idiot..."

Somewhere at one kilometre of distance, another soft "fuuut" broke the silence of the night, and the second soldier fell dead in the middle of the road.

Killer snorted, standing up from his covered position in a bush, and given a last glance at his loved black racing car parked near, passing the selector on the Cobra from "single shot" to "Burst".

And then he run forwards the check point, all the senses in alarm, ready to catch every signal of danger from the garrison... but the soldiers in were still lost in the happiness of the free time. Killer grins, in a cold, merciless demonstration of derision for warriors full of defects.

Wyvern broken down the door of the garrison with a strong blow with his shoulder, jumping in. A soldier with a goblet of beer in one hand, the other hand stretched out towards the point when a second before there was the handle of the door was killed immediately by a blow of the spikes on the knee of Killer before can show his frightened surprise. Another warrior near was killed with a fast as lightning sink with the bayonet of the Cobra, under the eyes astonished of the other, sat down around a long table covered of meals and beers. At the end of the table, on the other side of the room, an officer jumped on, putting up a spurt towards a panel of control on the wall that was surely the alarm.

A single burst of three projectiles hit him, rising from the middle of the shoulder as far as the head, where the last bullet leaved a frightening hole. As always, Killer had placed all his shoots on the "Deadly T", an imaginary T reverse that from the height of the sternum arrive at the middle of the forehead, and that mark the zone without escape. The corpse fallen forwards on the floor, in front of the untouched panel, died without a sound, in a puddle of blood.

The other soldiers risen their hands in the air immediately, and Killer supervised one of them tie up all the others, then he same tied up this unlucky soldier and, for be sure of not have problems, Killer uprooted the panel from the wall.

"Be quiet here, while I conquer this kingdom." Ordered with irony, watched by the frightened eyes of his prisoners.

Neither one hour later, the more recent of the two legends was already in the regal castle, residence of the king of that little kingdom, Seawing, that connected with the empire of Kendrew will give to it a link with the ocean.

The increased surveillance hadn't been effective. Collapsed with surprisingly ease the check point at the border, with no alarm for the other forces of the kingdom, much of the already little possibilities to stop the advancing of Wyvern were lost. Arrived in the capital with a long series of silent kills behind his back, not preceded by alarms, Killer found easy open the road for the palace. Helped also by an unexpected fact... the city and the same palace were already in chaos, probably under attack from the other side of the state.

Killer known that the name of his next rival was Derrick, but advancing in the often devastated corridors of the palace he thought that probably Derrick wasn't the king any more...

In the palace the light was lowest. The other attacker probably had destroyed the main generators, but he hadn't found the reserve... and the corridors were sprinkled of corpse of soldiers. A lot of doors were destroyed. All was silence... and then, the unmistakable sounds of a fight, far in a lateral corridor... and the heavy noise of someone that was surely running on the marble floor, towards his position.

And then a soldier emerged from behind a corner, scared stiff, largely covered of blood... and before he could even only try to understand who had in front, one of the twin swords of Killer sunk in his stomach trespassing him from side to side, leaving him dying with a grimace of incredulity on his face.

But then Killer heard an almost imperceptible rustle from the same corridor, and he risen the Cobra, withdrawing his sword from the body of the enemy with a strong, fast movement.

But this time a big, black shadow jumped out from the corner, and Killer snorted in surprise as he deviated the threatening sinking of a sword towards his body with his own blade. The shadow returned at attack immediately with a fast sabre cut, and Killer parried it with the flat of the blade.

Just the time of repel the enemy's sword and turn the sharp side to the rival, and the black shadow was in position in front of him, the sword risen in front of the face, a punch ready behind the blade, in defence, but ready for hit.

Killer watched him, and the unknown travelled with his eyes along the powerful body of Killer. The white tiger was sure from the first glance...

Even if lower of all the head in comparison with Killer, the stranger had an extraordinary powerful body, surely trained in the hardest manners. In some points, he had muscles still more impressive than the white tiger. The legs, especially, reason of his incredible agility.

He had bone-spikes, even if less aggressive and developed than the Killer's own, thing that impressed the king... he had never found no one out from his family group with that strange, not-of-tigers characteristic, and this stranger make he think... something of indefinite, a faded memory tried to return at his mind...

But he meets the eyes of the stranger. Two eyes red as burning fire, but cold and merciless as... as his own must have been in that moment. How they were during any fight...Luminous in the dark corridor, those eyes were illegible and impressive, worthy end of a feral face of pure tiger, without the anomaly of the beautiful mane of Killer, with the terrible fangs uncovered... but with the anomaly of a fur black as the darkest night.

Worn with two black pants and an open, black sports skin jacket only, the stranger was really a shadow. A black soul in a black body... his fur was short and shinning like the Killer's, but completely black.

Killer had finally met the second Legend, the Black Lightning.

The stranger travelled with his eyes on the huge, powerful body of the white tiger. He hadn't see that body for years... the last time he was different, much weaker and not impressive, absolutely not famous... and that time Killer was still general.

Every moments of his life he had envied the great Wyvern for that body, for that mind, for that life... he known the power of Killer, the deadliness of his blows, all the incredible characteristic of that body and of that character, able of make fall in love every female and in panic every enemy.

For all his life, the black male had trained himself for reach the same level, for overcome that level... and was born the Legend. For a few years, powerful between the powerfuls, the greater king of the world, the more deadly warrior, Riaku thought of have won his challenge ... and his legend seemed able of erase for ever the weakening legend of Wyvern, the great general of Kesteven, that meanwhile was vanished in a solitary travel.

And in just five years, Wyvern was returned, strong than never before, emperor between the kings, obscuring again his figure...

And now the white, huge tiger was again in front of him.

All in him was impressive... from the talons of the feet to the mortal spikes on knees, elbows and shoulders, to the leonine tail and wonderful mane.

A body sculptured in the steel, thought for the fight, towering in his 15 feet and half of extraordinary height, domineering in each aspect, radiating sheer power from his amazing musculature and from his merciless, emotionless sapphire eyes.

Watch in his freezing blue eyes was as watch the ocean across an iceberg under the sun... the same indescribable colour, the same coldness, the same illegibility, the same unusual, frightening beauty.

As always, the general was wearing only black jeans and a belt with his swords... two tapes of long projectiles for his heavy machine guns were passed around his upper body, a few magazines of grenades at the belt. His only accessory, a necklace with a gold projectile, was perfect for him.

Killer too was better than in the past, even if the change was not so impressive. He has always been strong, after all... much stronger than the normal, more correctly.

"Wyvern, the general of Kesteven, emperor of Kendrew... in a word, Killer. Finally I meet you again." Said the black male with a cruel grin.

"Again?" Asked with soft voice Killer, surprised, but not so much. He had already seen that black monster... but the memory was somewhere lost in his mind, far away from him.

"Oh, you don't remember me, huh? Yes... obvious... I was too insignificant at the time for be remembered by the great general... It will be deliciously cruel don't say to you why we know the other... so I will say to you nothing but my name. I'm Riaku, and maybe, a day, if I don't kill you now, you will remember me."

Killer laughed softly, making Riaku growl furiously. "Kill me? Is not so easy..." The white tiger placed the Cobra affectively against the wall, an eye still on Riaku. He wasn't still really sure of can trust in his loyalty. But Riaku waited, crossed arms on the wide hilt of the sword placed with the tip on the floor.

"Go peaceful, Wyvern... I'm going to fight you with loyalty. I know you are going to do the same. With the difference that you are going to lose."

Killer unsheathed the second of the twin swords, and moved a few times his head from side to side. Then he nodded. "I'm always been loyal. I've just to protest your affirmation... I'm going to kick you in your ass."

Riaku growled, with an ironic grin. "Just... I don't want to kill immediately my only, worthy rival for remain jobless. Not today... a sane rivalry is better, isn't it?"

"I can agree. Is boring don't have someone able of watch in my eyes without die of fear... it will be funny show to you how work a real king. Let me think... we can go at the first blood from the chest?" Asked Killer, smiling slightly and teasingly in complete self confidence.

"Sure. Perfect for me." Riaku answered simply, grinning with confidence in the victory.

Killer reached his position of start, and snorted in surprise when the other put on a spurt forwards with a deep, able sink aimed at his abdominals, and he deviated the long, thick blade turning his sword towards the ground and pushing the two blades on his left.

Riaku tried a punch, changing fast as the lightning his defence in offence, and Killer avoided the blow with a rapid movement of his head, trying as well to hit in answer, and moving his sword in a duel of strength for try to snatch the weapon out from the hands of the rival.

The black tiger avoided his punch, but with a snort he lost the duel, feeling the hilt of his sword begin to exit from his fingers. It was incredible... Riaku known the strength of the white tiger, but Wyvern was still more impressive than what he had imagined. His strength was grown incredibly, and Riaku was still in disadvantage, under this sight, despite his improvements that had brought him at the position of legend.

He roared, freeing his blade from the enemy move rapidly, and changing his movement in a sabre cut towards the hip of Killer, so incredibly fast to surprise him.

Wyvern parried the attack rising his right knee at the last moment, and blocking the blade between his deadly spikes, exploiting immediately his strength to try another time to disarm the rival.

Riaku tried to free the blade, but in the hurry, distracted by another punch to avoid, he made the error of turn the blade, offering the flat side at the expert general, that tried immediately to hit it whit a kick with the other leg, in a move that for a moment leave Killer without any support. Riaku opened wide his eyes, disbelieving. Wyvern was so strong to can give up any support and be however unmovable for the enemy... and the black male was sure that a similar kick can surely break in two his sword.

Riaku saved his blade withdrawing it fast, at the last moment, and Killer interrupted the contact jumping a few step behind with elegance.

Riaku confused that move as a sign of weakness, and he jumped forwards, sword ready for sink in the chest of Killer.

But the general was well covered in his defence, and with an impressive move he deviated the sword out, sending it to overcome his right shoulder, and moved his upper body to hit the launched Riaku with his left shoulder, covered of deadly spikes. The black male answered well, lowering his shoulder too, in a terrible hit of sharp bones hard as steel, trying in the same time to hit the forehead of the rival with his head, growling, the free hand still at cover the chest.

Killer nullified this new attack using the palm of the hand in defence to hit from the low the lower jaw of Riaku, a hit that sent the black king's head tilting violently backwards, the black male growling in pain and fury as a spurt of blood erupted from his mouth. Riaku rose a knee to tear apart the abdominals of the rival with his spikes, dangerous, even if not as the longer Killer's bones, that Wyvern used to parry the blow.

Riaku, sent back from this fast and complex duel, tried to turn his sword, still stretched out over the right shoulder of the rival, for hit the back of Killer, but the general seemed lacking of uncovered points, and his huge, leonine tail whipped immediately his wrist. Riaku roared of pain, almost leaving the sword, the blow failed, and landing, ready on his feet, a few steps away.

The lonely contact of his toe claws with the marble was sufficient for allow to him of launch his heavy, powerful body in another attack, exploiting the impressive strength of his legs.

Killer snorted in surprise, seeing almost with fatigue the fast rival unsheathe a second sword from a sheath behind his back, and answering rapidly doing the same, parrying the attack at the last useful moment, and understanding what was coming...

In position of advantage with his swords, Riaku used all his huge strength for open the way for hit, forcing Killer to move his blades towards the external.

The time for see this, and the enemy launched the attack again with his sharp knee, and Killer parried it with his own. Then the two tails whistled in the air, whipping one the other just in front of the chest of Wyvern.

Riaku growled in lucid fury, but the surprise was end, and his wrists tired. The colossal strength of Killer won, closing again a solid defence of sharp steel in front of his chest, and almost imprisoning the enemy swords in a dangerous bit.

But Riaku escaped another time from the trap, with impressive rapidity and ability, returning to attack immediately, every pound of his weight thrown forwards with all the huge strength of his muscles.

His first sabre cut been parried by an astute move of the swords of Killer, the second been avoided just for a puff. The blade brushed the mane of Killer just under the right eye, cutting a few long, white coats like a razor.

Killer roared, pushed backwards by the furious charge of the rival, falling on his back but avoiding the attempts of Riaku of hit his chest, and then he grasped the torso of the black male, and with a growl he launched him in the air, helping the move with a terrible kick.

Riaku landed again ready on his feet, snorting and braking on the marble with his frightening toe claws, watching with fury Killer return in position easily with a jump. Riaku attacked again and again, with moves elegant and powerful, forcing a Killer enthusiastic to defend himself.

The black male tried to sink one of his swords towards the chest of Killer, but he avoided the blow moving his swords in answer, and even when Riaku thrown a sabre cut whit the other, he was covered.

The two huge males duelled for many minutes, showing every impressive move of their repertories and improvising other moves as much incredible for try to overcome the defence of the rival, but no one of the two managed of triumph.

After thirty minutes of duel at the maximum levels, they had shown probably every possible movement of the fencing, and surely a strength, a resistance and an ability with really little terms of comparison.

At the fortieth minute, arrived a few soldiers, alarmed by the sounds of the duel, and before can understand what was happening, Killer and Riaku jumped between them, fighting against all, between them and against the warriors, killing easily and rapidly a few of them and forcing the other to flew in the corridor, at distance, with a scary light in their eyes.

Killer knew well that light. For too many times he hadn't felt that loved sensation of heat in his blood, of muscles sore for the supreme strain, and the wonderful sensation of a mind and senses challenged at their bests for face a so hard challenge. Now, finally, he had found again the real thrill of the fight, and his eyes were shinning for that bloody satisfaction.

Killer landed on his feet, panting like a horse at the end of a long race, frightening fangs uncovered in a mixed expression of threat, challenge and smile.

Snorting in the fatigue by now really heavy, he watched his rival, a few steps far, in front of him, in similar conditions, and he nodded slowly.

Riaku was impressive. Really. Killer known of have still a notable, but maybe not decisive advantage in term of brutal strength, and he had noticed that the black male hadn't yet his same experience of close fight of really high level. Wyvern had overcome his defence a few times, never sufficiently for throw a decisive sink, but he had hit Riaku with a few punches and kick strong enough for broken really hard bones... He had killed big targets like bulls or other great animals with much less during the wars of the past. And now, much stronger than those times, aware to be able to reduce to a twisted wreck a heavy tank with a few blows of his bare hands, he was in front off a rival really similar to him. Say that Riaku was made of steel was wrong and reductive... a tank is made of steel, and Killer knew to be able to destroy a steely target in a very short time and with no fatigue with his brutal strength, while instead his punches hadn't caused decisive damages on Riaku.

He was a really hard rival. He was his perfect rival.

Riaku panted, snorting, feeling his muscles sore like never before. Killer was incredible... despite his very notable advantage in term of agility, Riaku hadn't managed to overcome his defence. The general was really well trained, surely used to fight against very numerous opposings, and his mind was better than a computer for manage the battle. He was able of use his divine strength for parry almost every blow, for avoid always the decisive sinks, and of exploit every possibility for hit the target. Often, Riaku was fallen in his traps, result of his major experience, suffering his impressive strength. The black male watched his body, feeling in his mouth the taste of his own blood. He was wounded over the left eye, his mouth had been hit by a savage blow and was still at his place only for his incredible resistance and in different points of his body his own bones are screaming for a few impressive blows of Killer. He known of be lucky... that punches had been killed a lot of rivals, before.

Killer was hurt not badly in a few places, especially around the bones of the knees. They had fight hardly also with fast blows with their knees, and Riaku was wounded much more badly in that zones cause the longer and bigger spikes of the white tiger. And Wyvern too was obviously tired as him.

But Killer was still smiling, happy of that rough duel. Riaku can understand the beauty of a similar duel... and even if he never will admit this, he was happy, too. But he feels too much the eternal challenge with Wyvern for can smile. He was the rival to defeat, to overcome. He was the legend to obscure.

"For years I've wished a duel like this. You are an impressive rival." Said Killer with a wide grin, challenging and amused at the same time.

Riaku answered growling an irritate "Thank you". And then the two jumped one against the other again, under the disbelieving eyes of the few soldiers survived, hided at distance in the corridor, spectators of that duel between titans.

Riaku roared, launching another powerful attack, and Killer risen his swords in defence, parrying the double sink. But then Wyvern snorted, when Riaku, still faster than before, thrown a deadly sabre cut that made his swords tremble in his hands, and then, with the other blade, a terrible sink between them.

Killer blocked the sword of Riaku with his own two when the sharp point was only a pair of inches far from his chest, and despite all the strength of the black male, there were no mode of go forwards in that bit of steel.

But all the swords of Killer now were busy in maintain motionless one only of his own, and Riaku could sink another time forwards. The blade passed on the back of the right hand of Killer, leaving a bad wound on it, and missed the chest only for the fast movement of Wyvern, hitting rather the huge, bulging bicep of the white tiger with a bad wound, even if smear.

Killer roared in pain, and he let fall the sword from his wounded hand. But before Riaku could laugh in victory, the white male grasped the enemy blade with his free hand, and he broken in two the sword like a bread stick, ignoring the wounds.

Riaku lost a few moments in frightened surprise, and Killer managed of maintain under control his second sword with his own and his huge strength, and then of hit it whit enough force to snatch it finally from the hand of the rival, leaving him disarmed.

Riaku jumped backwards just in time for avoid the decisive sink, but Killer too shown an impressive rapidity, throwing his sword against him, wounding his shoulder and immediately unsheathing his bigger sword, launched in a furious but lucid attack.

The black male too had a third sword, and he was fast enough for reach it and bring it in front of his chest as defence, but Killer this time thrown the blow with all his strength, roaring.

The huge blade of Wyvern hit the smaller Riaku's sword, snatching it from his hands with the violence of the blow, sending it against the near wall and drawing a long, fine wound across the chest of the black male.

Killer landed on his feet, panting, at neither a foot of distance from the motionless Riaku, with a smile and a light of satisfaction in his eyes, passing the huge sword in the left hand.

Then Wyvern stretched out his wounded, bloody, right hand.

"It's been impressive... You are been impressive. Thank you for this wonderful duel."

Riaku, panting heavily in mixed fatigue and fury, watched the hand red of blood with a grimace of rage. More for himself than for the victorious rival. His glance travelled along the wound in his muscular chest, a long, diagonal bleeding cut, not really deep, but there were no doubts on his defeat. Then he watched his sword sunk in the wall as it was butter, and then the muzzle of Killer over his own, with a kind smile, in waiting. Another time Riaku remained impressed by the huge majesty of Killer.

"I've lost" Growled the black male.

Killer laughed a bit, softly, without provocation. "Yes, as much others before of you, Riaku... but you are surely the better. After me, obvious. You are the second, for now."

Riaku made a grimace of distaste, but then, with a smile of courtesy, give Wyvern his hand.

"The second is only the first of the losers." Growled Riaku whit deep irritation.

Killer shook slowly his head. "Is not completely wrong, but neither completely right. I think that when you are so near at the first, and so far from the others, be second is a great thing."

Riaku snorted. "Only because you have never been the second of someone."

Killer laughed. "Possible, possible... but I keep thinking so."

Riaku extracted his sword from the wall and recover the lost, smaller blade. Then he noticed the two pieces of his other sword, and taken one of it.

"The next time..." Riaku broke in two the part of blade with a snort. "... I will make this to you."

Killer watched him with a smile, recovered the hilt of the sword, only piece remained, and he makes the steel in a ball with one hand with a bored glance, then throwing the ball in the wall. Riaku watched the little piece of steel hit the wall with a rumble and sink a few inches in it.

"We will see. I will never deny return matches to you." He said with a smile.

Riaku reached the nearer window and he climbed on the window sill with a little jump. "I've killed the ridiculous king of this kingdom, before." He snorted. "Just a pleasure for you, seems... now this kingdom is all yours. Ah... I've wear out a good few of yours new females, but I'm sure that is not a problem... you are famous also for be a pussy punisher." He said with a grimace at middle road between ironic and irritated envious. Killer grinned a bit.

"At the next meeting, Wyvern." Said Riaku with a slight nod. Then the black male jumped out, in the night.

And Killer watched with a wide smile his rival land perfectly in the park from that jump of four floors and walk calm and self confident in the darkness, surely towards others trainings and others conquests.

"See you soon, Black Lightning."