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Lukha bent her long neck to stare at her Lord. He gripped her shoulder with a powerful claw, and dragged her back across the wet ground until she was underneath him. She undulated her body, rubbing her back against his belly. She twisted her neck again to take a look at his rapidly engorging member. Slightly cloudy fluid was already beginning to drip from it.

Her own muscles acted involuntarily to the sight, stretching her vagina as wide as it could go. She added her own conscious efforts to it, clenching her outer muscles to keep her opening wide. She didn't want to squeeze out any of the precious fluid until he'd entered.

She began to lift her tail, to signal her readiness, but heard a small splash, and then a slapping sound. The sound of wet feet on hard rock. Was one of the other females trying to intrude already? They couldn't think that her Lord was finished with her yet. She twisted her head to take a look, as her Lord began to enter her.

Lukha's muscles snapped back into place as adrenaline surged through her veins, pressing prematurely, and far too tightly, upon her Lord's member, eliciting a small cry of pain, unheard over her own screech of alarm. The Royal Ludroth above her twisted his own head around to follow her gaze, and saw the hunter trying to sneak up on them. His lust was forgotten in an instant. He gripped Lukha's shoulder once more with his claw, and threw her out of his way. The sharp claws bit into her muscle as she was thrown into the air, and the rocks she landed on bruised the corresponding muscles on the other side.

Even now though, her Lord and the intruding hunter had begun the battle. The hunter scored the first blow, slamming his weapon against the Royal Ludroth's mane. It was a light blow, however, and left the hunter open for her Lord's own attack. He swung out with his claw, and she saw the hunter tossed away. Immediately, however, he was up, and successfully dodged the next of her Lord's attacks, a body slam. Pity, that might have crippled him. She knew the weight and strength of that body from very recent experiences.

Her Lord gave a screech, calling to his females to assist. Lukha, shook out of her awe of the battle by the cry, righted herself and tried to enter the fray, but immediately her front legs gave way and she fell to her chest. Her torn shoulder wouldn't hold any weight, and the bruised shoulder couldn't do it alone. She saw the first of the other females reach the battle. Unproductive bloodlust for a battle she couldn't reach burned in Lukha, so she shrieked at her allies to kill the interloper.

Rheth, the fastest of the females, reached the battle first. Before the hunter had noticed her, she gripped his calf in her teeth, and he stumbled. Their Lord took the momentary opportunity, and lunged. Rheth pulled back just in time, and the two males rolled across the ground. The hunter, being smaller and more agile, managed to get out of the tangle fairly quickly, before her Lord could roll again and crush him. He stumbled a bit, but his armor had taken most of the impact for him. Rheth tried again to grip his calf, to repeat the previous combination attack, but the hunter was prepared, and her Lord wasn't.

Lukha tried to cry out a warning, but before she could articulate the sound, the hunter had already whipped his weapon around. She heard Rheth's neck crack, and saw her body go rolling. The other females backed away. Lukha squirmed, trying again to enter the fray. Rheth's attack had worked at first - she just lacked backup. Lukha's legs crumpled again, so she pushed herself forward with her back legs alone, her chest dragging across the rough rock floor, screaming at the cowards huddled against the pool entrance who could fight, but wouldn't.

The fight turned quickly without their assistance. Thrice more the hunter's weapon hit across their Lord's mane - aiming, no doubt, for his head, but missing at the last moment to from his evasive movements. The last hit, though, finally ripped into the weakened sponge, splitting it open. It hung limply now. Her Lord roared in pain. The hunter swung again, but only hit his armored sides as her Lord fled into the water. The hunter rushed in to follow him. Her fellow females, who just made room for their Lord to pass, now scattered at the hunter's approach. The churning water soon went silent.

Lukha rolled over to her side. Her forelegs were useless, her chest was ripped up from dragging on the ground, and her Lord and brethren had all fled. She was physically exhausted and emotionally drained. She lay there, feeling her wounds throb with pain, until she went unconscious - either fell asleep, or passed out, or somewhere between the two.

When she came to, she began to assess her situation. She moved her forelegs. They were still too weak to stand on, but the wounds had closed. She noticed that water had pooled under her, and realized her thirst. She tried to drink it, but it had too much of her own blood in it, and she spat it out. There were pools a bit further out, though, and those were mostly fresh. She was hungry, too. She was injured, and wouldn't be good at catching fish. It was her Lord's duty to provide for her if she got injured, but, that wasn't a possibility right now.

She stared up at the ceiling. Maybe another male would see the void and take over the territory. A pit formed in her stomach, right alongside the one caused by hunger. Any such male would be one without a territory of their own. Probably young, and too weak to defend it. Usually a territory was gained through a fight. The winner takes all. Her new Lord would have been stronger than her old one. The very idea of that impressed her.

She heard a small splash, and turned her head to the entrance pool. The same hunter as before - there's no way she'd fail to recognize him - was climbing into the cavern. She hissed hoarsely at him, and lurched onto her side, snapping her teeth. He turned around, surprised at the sound. He walked up to her, and she snapped at him again, but he stayed just out of her reach. She tried to squirm towards him, to get in range, but he kept the same distance. He kept his hand near his weapon, but didn't bring it to bear, for whatever reason. Eventually Lukha gave up the chase, and lay panting on the floor.

The hunter stared at her for a while. She decided, after a moment of that, not to look at him, and determinedly kept her head facing the other way. She heard rustling, and then, smelled fresh meat. She turned her head around to see the hunter holding out a hunk of meat, still attached to the bone. She tried to snap at his hand, but at the last second changed her mind and targeted the hunk of meat. The hunter dropped it in surprise, and she tore into it hungrily. It tasted odd. She'd had Epioth, though she couldn't kill them herself, and this wasn't that. And it certainly wasn't fish. She finished the entire cut, however.

Her hunger diminished, she thought on the matter some more, but quickly came to a better question - why had he given it to her? Or, perhaps, she was looking at it wrong. Hadn't he killed her Lord? And was now feeding her? What did that make him? By right, this was his territory now. Really, the question was, if he won the territory, what took him so long to get on his duties? She looked at him again. Maybe he was incompetent. He certainly looked small compared to her old lord, but he was a good fighter. He stood up, and started to walk away.

She shrieked at him, and he turned around, alarmed and confused. He really was incompetent! She could smell he had more meat. He didn't need to hunt. What was he doing abandoning his claim? He watched her for a bit more, and tried giving her more meat, but eventually started to walk away again. She shrieked at him again, but this time he ignored her.

Having just slept, and no longer in need of food or water, she spent the rest of the day growing angry at the hunter. She had a good head start - he'd killed a fellow female of hers, chased off her old lord, maybe killed him - but now to add to that, he started to take up his new territory duties, but was terribly incompetent at them. Insultingly so. She eventually did sleep, though fitfully, her Incompetent Lord being absent, and woke to find her feelings even more intense.

Lukha didn't understand this hunter very well, but she understood what was expected of a male, and he was doing a terrible job of things. Which, she decided, meant it was her duty to force him to do things right. Her bruised leg could hold her weight now, even if the other one couldn't, so she could be aggressive with him. He showed up soon after this discovery, and she limped over to him. He looked different this time. He had a spongy hide of sorts, replacing the purple hide he'd had before. It reminded her of her old lord. At least he looked more the part, now. She took that as additional confirmation that he was accepting his new role.

He brought her a fresh hunk of meat today. He had that part down, at least. He watched her eat, and then got up to leave. This time, however, she was prepared, and, more importantly, could move somewhat. She circled around and blocked him. He tried to go around, but she shrieked at him, and he sat back down.

He seemed restless, and Lukha felt a pang of guilt. A male would usually be occupied by his other females when staying around to defend one of his injured. But, she wasn't quite up to that task yet, and, really, she doubted he could manage one female, let alone several. He was her Incompetent Lord, after all. Tomorrow, perhaps, she'd be up to it. She was healing pretty fast, after all.

She fell asleep early that evening, and woke to find him gone again. He still needed watching, it seemed, but she had a bit more sympathy this time. As expected, her legs were doing better. He showed up with more strange meat - this one had a mustier flavor than that she'd gotten earlier. She thought about her duty to her new Incompetent Lord, and her memory quickly went to her last moments with her former lord. They had been interrupted, and, so, in a sense, they had a duty to each other this way.

Lukha waited for her Incompetent Lord to get restless again. She wanted to make sure he understood that this was what to do in such an occasion. It didn't take too long, and when it did, she moved up to him. She curled her tail around his legs, and looked over her shoulder at him. He looked at her with an obviously confused look on his face. She grew annoyed. Was he really so dense that he couldn't understand simple communication? She decided to go ahead anyway, and see if he'd pick up on what to do. She worked at tightening the muscles near her entrance, opening it as wide as she could. It was difficult, being that she felt more annoyed than aroused, but once she felt presentable she bent forward and lifted her tail. This, finally, provoked a reaction.

He looked around him quickly, and became somewhat fidgety. He tried to push her away, but Lukha, still annoyed, wouldn't have it. She curled her tail around him, even as she lifted it higher, and backed up into him. He tried to push her away again, but he didn't put much force into it, and her tail held him steady. Finally he gave in, and did something with his armor, until his member was visible. She gave him time to get ready, but it didn't seem to engorge that much, but liquid seemed to be dripping from the tip of it, if nowhere else, so she figured he he must be ready. She backed up, holding herself as wide as she could so as to not press out the liquid prematurely, until he was totally inside her, and then she clenched down.

He wasn't particularly engorged, but wow was he hard! She'd never felt anything like it. Her muscles clenched, but there was no compression. She still got a reaction, however, when her Incompetent Lord let out an exclamation and fell forward a bit, putting his hand on her haunches. She tried clenching again, and was greeted with the same rock hardness, and much the same reaction from her male.

She felt a bit of liquid, though, again, only from the deepest part in her, when suddenly the hunter moved. He started to pull out of her. Lukha started to move back with him, to keep him inside, but he changed directions, pressing himself forward. The sensations from it were new, but not unpleasant. He repeated the motion, moving back, before pressing himself forward again, thus rubbing his entire length against her canal. On the third repetition, once he had thrusted back in entirely, she twisted her muscles, tightening and twisting her canal, like she would to a male of her own species.

The hunter held himself in this time, apparently enjoying the motion. She repeated it several times, in opposite directions, eliciting small groans from the male. Unable to contain himself any longer, the hunter began to thrust again. The twisting motion and the thrusting motion worked together to give each of them a new variation of movement with repetition. The friction was nice, for a time, but the lack of fluid from her male started to become noticeable, so she released a bit more of her own, pressing out some lubrication from her own spongy hide inside, that the hunter could slide smoothly in and out.

Soon, Lukha found herself clenching repeatedly on his length, enjoying the hardness of it more than she would have expected. She started experimenting, undulating her muscles front to back, then back to front, building up a pressure deep inside her that increased with each of the male's thrusts.

That pressure suddenly resolved itself into a feeling that she was getting close to her climax. She reverted to her more standard twists, though at a higher rate than when she started, loving the feeling caused by rubbing herself all along his member. He, too, began to quicken his movements, and also moved his hands lower, that they wrapped around her stomach, holding her up a bit, even. The feeling of pressure from his length inside her and the pressure of his hands on the outside quickly became too much, and she felt a jolt as her canal twisted tightly against him, squeezing him for all he could give.

Through the haze of her pleasure, she felt his thrusts become erratic, felt his crotch slam against hers heavily a few times, and then, finally, a strong release of fluid. It streamed into her in a few quick bursts, even without her assistance, as she held tight on him. She felt his member twitching, and the deepest part of her undulating in turn, bringing the finally released liquid as deep as possible.

She held the position, savoring the experience for a moment, before relaxing her muscles and pulling away from the hunter. He stumbled back, panting heavily, seemed pretty tired from the experience. No wonder. He moved a lot more than he needed to. It was the female's job to do most of the movement, after all. The lord needs to be able to service all his females, while the females divide up the task of servicing their lord. She doubted he could manage more than just her at this point.

He was still an incompetent lord, but he was her Incompetent Lord. She'd fix him up right.