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„Atten..tion!" a voice yelled through the landscape of an old ruin, located in the woods near the Citadel. "Listen up, you maggots!" The war leader of the fire-legion battalion, located in those ruins shouted, looking over the heads of about 30 men.

He was a fierce-looking, ash Grey colored Charr who was rather tall and thin. He had burning red rune marks, covering his body, shining brightly at this midsummer dusk night. At least those parts, which weren't covered by his heavy dark robes.

"Tribute Brimstone sent in a few of his finest men, in order to stop one of our holy rituals." He shouted to his men. "And you all know, how that ended.." He silenced and some fierce laughter went through the rows.

"Except from all the blood sacrifices we were able to deliver our master, we also had the chance to capture some of those, who aren't willing to see the TRUE light." He silenced again and uplifting roars of approval were shouted out in the darkening sky.

"I present to you, those imposters!" he said, lifting up his paw, were he was holding a lit torch and ignited a fuse. With lightning speed the fuse burned down and set some huge metal cages on flames.

Three bloody beaten Charr were hanging down from the wall behind, trying to look away in pain, as the sudden flames were too bright for their tired eyes to look at. Laughter and battle cries went through the area as the fire legion celebrated their victory.

"All of you.." The leader shouted out and waited until the roars got silent again. "..Have done a great service to our master. And so you should be rewarded!"

"I give to you, these three fine men!" he shouted, pointing to the prisoners. "you are allowed to do to them, whatever you're pleased to. You have earned it.!" Another huge uproar appeared and the crowd started to move, as some of the fire Charr already broke out of the group, heading for the prisoners, to give them some nice beating.

The war leader watched his men for a while with a grin on his face, before he silently turned around and entered his private tent.

"Aahh, what a night.." he said as he started to undress himself. "i hope you also enjoyed my little speech.?" The fire Charr said and looked at the back of his tent.

The whole room was quiet dark, but at the end, there were 2 metal-cage torches lit, presenting one creature, being bound in their mid. There was a wooden rack standing up straight in the corner, and on top of fuzzy coating, there were two fierce looking eyes, shimmering brightly from the torchlight.

"oh, I forgot, I forbid you to talk." The leader said with a grin on his face, as he moved closer to his victim, observing his loot.

A rather big, brown furred Charr with a muzzle tied to his jaw looked at him with anger in his eyes, trying to break his arm-chains with brute force, trying to get a hit on his master.

"Sh-sh-sshh, we dont wanna miss the concert." he said, listening to the laughter of his men, doing whatever they were pleased to, to the mostly pain crying Citadell-Charr. The shaman saw fire, flaming up inside his captives eyes and it was mostly amusing as he tried to tear the leader apart.

Not much effect than rattling with chains and getting muted by an iron muzzle.

The Shaman pulled out a small, ornamented knife and scratched into the muscular bizeps of his prisoner, just enough to make it bleed. Instantly the Charrs rage disappeared as he watched the shaman and saw him licking away the traces of blood with a diabolic-pointy tongue.

Suddenly the captive seemed to be falling in some kind of trance. He nearly completely lost all the feeling for his body, loosing up all his muscles and started staring at the shaman with an emotionless face.

The war leader grinned and swiped down his robes, stepping closer to the already clothless Charr. He began stroking violently through the chest fur of the brown Charr, deeply breathing in the scent of sweat. Shivers went through his body and he couldnt stop it from exhaling a lustful growl, followed by amused snickering as he moved his paw further down, stroking through the thick fur.

There was no reaction whatsoever from the arrested Charr as he looked at the leader and saw him kneeling down in front of his private area, rubbing his face into the fuzzy waist while slowly massaging the spots around it.

Extreme emotions, as passion still seemed to be available for the Charr in trance, as he couldn't help but moan a bit, feeling the tip of a tongue, entering his sheath, while getting his balls massaged in a most pleasant manner.

The Grey Charr in command closed his eyes and sharply inhaled all the scent he could get, shivering in excitement. With his well-trained licking, it didn't take too long for the Charr to finally get sight of a fleshy rod, slowly pressing itself out of its furry cavern.

"Ohh, you really seem to enjoy that, dont you, you filthy whole?!" The Charr said, grinning as he got up from his kneeling position, rubbing his own body firmly against his prisoner.

His own member was already rock hard, as he rubbed it against the other males crotch, while gently biting the furred neck, huffing out some silent moans.

He enjoyed the feeling of a wet stick, slowly pressing against his own belly, while having complete control over the other males body. So he reached out and lay his paws on his slaves back and shoved out his claws. With one massive stroke, he ripped them violently over the back of the other male, gaining a silenced scream.

With satisfaction he looked at the pieces of fur, hanging between his claws, and laughed a bit. "Oh, did it hurt? Behave well, or that might happen more often." he said to the panting Charr, with delight. The other one was already back in its trance state again and was just happy to serve.

The shaman got down again, taking the Charrs member into his paw, touching it firmly. After sniffing on it for a while, he finally reached out and took the whole length into his jaw and violently started deepthroating it.

Silenced moans that reached his ears, told him that he did a good job. While he was busy with his mouth, he also took one paw to fondle at the furred balls, hanging freely. With the other paw he slowly rubbed his own crotch, sending waves of pleasurement through both bodies.

The sucking did its job for a while but it still wasnt enough to get the leader completely satisfied. Eventually he got bored and let loose of the fleshy thing, letting huge amounts of precum drip on the ground.

The leader got behind his prisoner, looking at the bleeding clawmarks he left behind, earlier and gave him a slap on his butt. With new fire, he wiped the fuzzy tail out of sight to get a better look at the muscular rear. Like automatism, the tail always softly fell back in place. The leader felt anger growing up inside of him and he took the long fluffy tail in his paw and violently stretched it, until he could hear bones cracking inside.

Without its own-life, the tail was easy to bend upwards, out of the leaders sight. After doing so, he started to massage the butt cheeks, firmly pressing them out of the way, getting a good view on the dark rear entrance, growling passionately.

Without warning, he stepped closer and pushed his precum covered dick in his tail hole. Silenced screams appeared, as the tip vanished inside. "Dont worry, It'll get worse.." The leader said with delight as he continued pushing in, his whole length.

It was a hard job, as his captive seemed to have a very tight hole. But several minutes and muffled yells later, he finally docked onto the cheeks, letting out a satisfied moan of success.

It was like a roller coaster for the imprisoned Charr, as his feelings went from nothing to the equivalent extreme, back to nothing again in about a few seconds. He already panted and shivered heavily and it wasn't sure for how long the body could keep up at this paste.

The pain finally seemed to release itself a bit longer, as the flame Charr waited, having his cock buried deeply inside, before starting a steady movement. With might in his thrusts, he shoved in his dick deeply, forcing out moans every time he pulled it out to gain some more force.

"Gosh, you're so tight.." He explained between his panting, stroking off the prisoners dick with one of his own paws.

Suddenly the leader got startled and he stopped his thrusty movement as he felt something wet, drizzling down over his paw, on the ground. With anger he took the dagger and held it on the throat of his prisoner. "Did I allow you to cum already, slave?!" He asked ironically with a hissing tone, slightly cutting into the flesh.

"I decide whether you have a good time or not!" he said totally pissed. The other Charr couldnt say a word but his whole body shivered. Either in excitement of his climax or in fear, or maybe both.

Without further words, the shaman continued ramming his cock deep inside his captive, even harder than before. After a time he was also ready to finish up and with a very last thrust, he dumped his cum, deep inside of the other Charr, moaning out heavily.

In the same moment, he moved his other hand with a fast and precise movement and cut through the throat of his slave.

Between heavy moans and the burbling sound of blood, the leader finished his loading and finally pulled out completely, letting huge strings of cum, flooding out of the opened up ass.

Satisfied, the shaman went in front of his sacrifice, and looked him in the eyes, shortly before all life was drained out. With a smile on his lips, he looked at the blood, mixing with both of their jizz on the ground and he couldnt help but got a taste, shivering heavily, as he gulped down a bit of the mixture.

After some time, he finally decided to cloth himself again and walked out of his tent, to see what his men were up to.