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Part Two, Case One

"Now hold still. This is going to hurt and I can't have you messing up my work," the old wolf's voice was soft but callous.

"Mom?" the young raven spoke, voice quivering with fear.

"Quiet. It's practice," the older raven spoke, more interested in what the wolf was doing than her child's fear.

"But..."

"Listen," she placed a hand on the young raven's shoulder and stared him in the eyes. "You're going to get hurt. Not just now. You're entire life is going to be like this. Better get used to it."

"Hold still. If you mess this up, fixing it will hurt worse," the wolf's paws began to glow.

Dusk took a deep breath as he watched the wolf's glowing hands descend upon his left hand talons. Then he screamed. The pain was agonizing. He looked to his mother and reached out, but she stood still. His free hand instead gripped tightly at the table before him. His claws raked over the wood, leaving three distinctive claw marks on the surface. But, he kept his left arm still.

The wolf's hands traced intricate runes into his forearm, then his wrist. The young raven could feel the runes burning through his flesh down to the bone. He felt every excruciating detail. It continued up through each of his talons. Dusk sobbed, screaming and thrashing, but still managed to keep his left arm still.

When the ordeal came to an end, it felt as though he had plunged his entire arm into a cauldron of boiling oil. The pain wouldn't stop, but slowly it shifted. It became manageable when the burning finally seemed to extinguish. But, he was still left with the sensation of burned flesh. It was a dull, throbbing pain, like the skin and feathers had been stripped from his bones, but at least it was over.

The young raven continued to sob and whimper softly. His mother was courteous enough to give him a few moments of reprieve. He was too afraid to touch his left arm so he clutched it as close as he could to his body as he could. The pain was overwhelming.

The wolf was watching intently, his eyes seeing things in the arm that neither raven could. After several long moments of quiet sobbing he spoke. "Looks good. Just like yours, Moon."

"Perfect," she stated calmly. "Now, you know we can't use magic, but that doesn't mean we can't be enchanted upon." With incredible swiftness, she grabbed her son's newly runed arm and held it before her. There was no pain to the touch, to the young raven's surprise. She firmly grasped his foreword middle talon at the last joint. "Now, all you have to do is break here, and the rune will align..."

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"Whatcha lookin' for?" Caradyn, the young mouse asked as he hopped amongst the stones of the undercity ruins, trying to entertain himself as the raven looked about.

"Nothing," Dusk responded curtly as he kicked over a brick that had tumbled down more than a few generations ago. And that's how you find what you need, an old voice spoke in his mind. It was dark, but he liked the dark. He could see better than most in the shadows. The torchlight suddenly faded. Dusk looked over to the child, who had stumbled and fallen off a short, decrepit wall. ".... Don't hurt yourself."

Despite some sniffling and scuffed knees, the mouse seemed fine, so the raven continued his search. Caradyn had brought him to the spot where the Claws had been instructed to leave their delivery. He wandered through the immense chamber, relics of an age long forgotten.

"You're sure this is the place?" Dusk asked as Caradyn rubbed his legs. The mouse looked back at him with scorn.

"Of course!" he stated before climbing back atop the wall he had just fallen from. The torch in his paw flickered in the darkness, their only source of light. The rodent held his paws out, torch in one hand, trying to balance as he walked along the narrow and jagged surface.

Dusk grunted before resuming his search. There were only two exits from this portion of the undercity, aside from the collapsed tunnel Caradyn had led him to. The raven made wide sweeps in his search, making his way from one entrance to the other, starting where the Claws supposedly would have entered. At least, according to the child. Off in the distance, a rock fell. Dusk fell silent while Caradyn continued to play. After a few moments, he continued making his way towards the other large door. The raven's feathers stood on end. His instincts cried out to him, although he wasn't sure why.

"Can we go, yet?" the mouse complained as he reached the end of his wall and turned around to pace the other way.

"A month at Gershwald's Inn if you shut up," Dusk stated bluntly, as he continued his search. The child went silent, continuing his self-imagined games. The bribe turned out to be unnecessary though. Shortly after, the raven found the clue he had been seeking.

A slight glistening spark amongst the torch-light drew his gaze. Dusk narrowed in on the location and swiftly approached. His heart raced as he crouched. It was a badge. The symbol of the city guard, he realized as he held it in his talon. How could you lose such a thing, Dusk pondered as he shoved the small metallic object in his three-quarters coat pocket. He paused for several moments, considering, before turning to the child mouse.

"Let's get out of here."

Caradyn hopped off the wall and smiled. "Time for dinner?" he asked excitedly.

Dusk handed him three silver and nodded. He was strangely appreciative that the child seemed to judge him far less than the adults of Odvynn, or anywhere else for that matter. All it took was a little kindness, something the raven was little accustomed to.

"Get us out of here and go back to Gershwald. I'll be back later."

And so he did. Amongst the wandering caves and collapsed tunnels of the undercity, Caradyn expertly led them out, back to the surface. Most would find that comforting. Dusk missed the darkness.

"Straight to the inn, or I'll find you." Dusk stated, his gaze intimidating. Caradyn nodded before hurrying off, not phased in the least. The raven sighed before examining the badge under daylight. After a moment of consideration, he shoved it back into his coat pocket and began to walk. He headed towards Odvynn proper, the city center, where the city guard barracks stood.

The towering complex stood as a symbol of order amongst the chaoss of Odvynn. Getting in was easy. Making his way through the upper complex was more difficult. Luckily, dropping Garavier's name seemed to be enough. He was directed to the office of the city guard sergeant with relative ease. This worried Dusk immensely. He didn't bother knocking. The door was open, and he shoved his way in before dropping the badge on the lion's desk.

"There is corruption within this city," Dusk stated flatly.

Then he felt the weight of a flintlock pistol against the back of his head.

"Take his weapons," Garavier ordered as he stood from his chair. "If he resists, you kill him." Dusk raised his talons in compliance as paws searched over him, removing his pistol and sword, as well as the knife hidden in his trousers. He was roughly shoved forwards, forced to place his hands atop the lion's desk to brace himself. The raven held still.

Fool. Trust your instincts next time. He's not a bigot. He was playing you.

The barrel of the pistol returned to the back of his head as a second pair of hands pulled off his coat. The raven let out a single long sigh before looking up to the lion. Garavier stood from his desk, grinning.

"What'd you think would happen, you barging in here?" Garavier asked. One of the men behind him chuckled, probably the one with the pistol. The hands searching him seemed too trepid.

"Didn't notice you were being followed?" the man who had chuckled asked with amusement.

Dusk didn't reply. He continued to watch the lion. Another deep breathe. Calm. Anger later.

"You're too smart for your own good. I figured it'd come to this eventually. But over street-scum like that fox? Tsk," Garavier lectured as he grinned down at the disarmed raven.

A sudden blow struck Dusk in the back of his head. The lion lurched forward, grabbing his wrists as the raven fell forwards. He was pinned to the desk. "Look at me! Grab his head!" Garavier bellowed. "Up here is MY city!" Paws grabbed his head. The pistol rested against the side of his beak. He glared up at the lion as a pair of shackles was attached to his wrists. "I've never been afraid of you, bird. Just been buying my time, waiting for an excuse. You're no demon."

That was almost enough for Dusk, but he had to be sure. He didn't struggle, just watched in anger as the lion opened a drawer and removed a small glass vial. It clinked softly as he tapped it against the raven's beak. He resisted wincing as he was reminded of his last encounter with the lion. He was obviously bruised. The lion growled as he set the vial down on the desk.

Then he roared and pounced over the desk. Dusk fell backwards to the floor, pinned beneath the weight of a creature three times his weight. Claws raked against his cheek as the lion lashed out. The warmth of blood trickled down the side of his face. He roared again before standing.

"Hold him!" Garavier commanded as he stood. A large rat holding a pistol placed his foot on the chain connecting the shackles while a wide-eyed, rather small wolf remained frozen to the side. The lion wasted little time before assaulting the raven with a series of kicks to the side. Dusk tried to curl up, tensing his core muscles to mitigate whatever damage he could, but at some point the wolf was instructed to hold his legs. It was awhile before the lion relented. Breathing became painful. At least one of his ribs must be cracked. The raven could hardly move without agonizing pain shooting up his side. With a roar, the lion grabbed Dusk by the shirt and hurled him onto the desk with ease. The raven couldn't help but howl in pain.

Calm. Not yet.

"Grab his hands Hrush." The wolf walked behind the desk and grabbed the raven's wrists. The rat continued to aim the pistol at him as he watched with interest. The lion continued to grin as he began undoing Dusk's belt. His pants were pulled off as he lay on his back. His wings spread against the desk, his knees hanging over the edge as Garavier loomed over him. He retrieved the small vial and tapped it against his beak again. Dusk winced at the reminder of his physical pain.

"Back before we got rid of all you bird types, there was a game they used to play during interrogations. See, ya'll look the same, male or female, except for one part. And this, this takes care of that."

The raven watched, unable to completely hide his rage as the contents of the vial were poured over his cloaca. Unlike mammals, avians only had one genital opening. The liquid burned at his vent. Dusk tried to relax but with every breath he felt as though he were being stabbed. Ribs had been bruised. He hoped they weren't completely broken.

"See? Without a cock poking its way out, nobody could tell you were male," Garavier mocked. Dusk glared at the lion, eyes filled with rage. He didn't bother testing his restraints though. Even the small wolf was probably more than a match for his avian strength. "Grab the oil Vardent. Let's have some fun with the bitch before we dispose of her."

The distinct jingling of metal filled Dusk's head as the lion undid his belt. The raven continued to watch as the lion dropped his trousers to the floor. The pink tip of Garavier's cock was poking out from the tan-furred sheath. The lion continued to grin as the rat tossed him a flask. The contents were poured over the large, clawed paw before the lion reached down and began to stroke himself. It didn't take long for the rest of Garavier's length to emerge. The raven watched with a mix of anger and curiosity. He had never seen a feline naked before. Aside from the smooth tapered tip, the pink member was covered in small bumps. At full arousal, it was half as thick as his wrist and long enough that he knew: this was going to hurt.

The barbed cock glistened with oil as the lion sauntered up to the restrained avian. One hand roughly snatched Dusk's left leg as the lion crawled on top of him. The other leg was pinned beneath the massive feline's knee. Garavier leaned over the raven, his muzzle close enough that Dusk could feel the warm breath against his beak. Blood was welting at the claw marks on the avian's cheek. Breathing was painful. His heart raced with anxiety. All he could do was watch as the lion's free paw grabbed the large cock and aimed it at Dusk's cloaca.

"Anything to say, slut?" Garavier mocked as he whispered down to his captive as he pushed the raven's leg up near his shoulder, leaving Dusk fully exposed to the lion's desires.

With a twitch of his beak, Dusk managed to spit at the lion. Garavier chuckled and wiped it away with the back of his paw before reaching down and prying the raven's beak open with his claws. The lion returned the gesture by spitting directly into Dusk's beak, the nearly tasteless saliva mixing with the remnants of oil against his tongue. The raven coughed, but the pain in his chest was short lived as his attention was instantly drawn to another source of pain.

Without warning, the lion thrust his hips forwards, hilting himself fully in one go. Dusk clenched his beak, trying not to scream in pain as his cloaca was invaded. It burned. It burned as much as the pain from his ribs. The lion moaned in pleasure, his muzzle still next to the raven's beak. The hot breath pushed against the raven's feathers as he drew his hips back, wasting little time. The slow pullout was agonizing. The barbs flared and scratched harshly at Dusk's previously unexplored vent. The raven involuntarily tried to kick his legs but found himself fully at Garavier's mercy.

But the lion had none. The slow removal of the barbed cock from his vent was little reprieve as the lion once again thrust forward with all his might. Fully hilted once again, Garavier panted in pleasure. For a second time, he slowly began to pull back. He placed his free paw against Dusk's throat, teasing with his sharp claws. Once again, he withdrew at an agonizingly slow pace, ensuring each barb had the opportunity to help tear his bitch open. When just the tapered tip remained buried in the hot cloaca, he thrust forward once again. He repeated this several times, enjoying what he assumed was agony and humiliation in the raven's eyes.

The pace slowly increased, each time less and less of the lions barbed length was pulled from the raven. Each time, more and more force was put behind the thrusting. Soon, the lion was fully mounted upon the desk. He used his grip on Dusk's leg to raise his hips to a more accessible angle. Sweat began to drip from the lions fur onto the raven below him from the effort. It didn't take long after that for the lion to lose interest in torturing his captive. Lust overcame the pleasure he took from Dusk's pain. No longer did he pull back more slowly than he thrust forward. He was rutting the raven like a female in heat, and his panting grew more rapid.

Dusk had been tortured before. He should have allowed himself to mentally escape, but he found he couldn't. Every thrust was more painful than the one before it. The raven knew he should have tried to block it out, but it was too humiliating. He was furious, and he would remember. The stretching and burning in his cloaca was like nothing he had ever experienced. He clenched his beak shut but was unable to suppress involuntary whimpers with each rapid thrust forwards as he was bred. The lion grinned at this but said nothing, lost in the pleasure of the avian's hot opening.

The slick noises of the lion's crotch stretching the raven open over and over again filled the room. The lion growled. The Raven panted softly, and occasionally whimpered. Soon it wasn't just the pain of penetration that filled the raven. The impact of the massive lion's hips striking his own was sure to leave him bruised in more ways than one. Sweat continued to drip. Dusk was enveloped in the lion's musky scent as he was rutted.

Despite himself, the worst part of it all was the slight tinge of arousal. Dusk knew his body wanted to grow hard. It wanted his arousal to show itself, but simply couldn't. Each thrust reached a part of his body that the raven didn't know existed. The pressure from the enormous length pistoning within him was sending mixed signals to his mind. It hurt, it burned and it stretched, but for some reason it all still managed to feel somewhat... arousing. But, without the ability to grow hard, all he was left with was pain.

After what felt like an eternity, the lion was barely pulling back at all. A loud roar accompanied short rapid thrusts. The lion leaned down and sunk his teeth into Dusk's shoulder. This time, the raven couldn't keep his painful shout held down. He yowled at the overwhelming pain of everything that was happening. The sharp teeth buried themselves deep in his flesh in a mating bite as the lion reached his orgasm. Flaring barbs continued to antagonize his vent as the lion continued his short thrusts through the mighty orgasm. His cry sent pain crawling through his chest from his ribs. As his cloaca was filled, the cum burned at his abused flesh. He could feel the warmth of the lion's seed filling him, making sure he felt the damage the barbs had caused.

Garavier's immense weight collapsed upon the raven as he rode out the final moments of his orgasm. He released the grip of his jaws, tasting blood as he pulled his head back to take in the damage he had caused. Slightly disappointed that the raven hadn't cried for mercy, or hardly spoke at all, the lion gave on final thrust of his hips before pulling back. A string of cum attached them together for a moment before snapping. He sat on Dusk's chest, eliciting a moan of pain from the damaged ribs. Garavier cleaned his length, rubbing it into the chest feathers of his captive, before hopping off the desk.

"Go ahead Vardent," the lion spoke as he pulled the raven's leg over, forcing him onto his stomach on the desk. Garavier slapped Dusk's ass with force, making sure to rake his sharp claws through the feathered rear. "Same as a female."

The large rat handed his flintlock pistol over to the lion. Vardent wasn't necessarily overweight, but he had a belly. It didn't matter though, because the rodent was strong. Large muscles filled out beneath the accumulated fat. He was big, and so was his cock. Luckily for Dusk, the rat's length was smooth.

"Happily," the rodent declared as he took his place behind the restrained avian. He grasped the thin hips and began grinding his length against the exposed cloaca. Vardent leaned over the raven and whispered to him. "Ya ready, slut?" His breath was atrocious. His scent was overwhelmingly acrid. The rat probably hadn't showered in weeks. The greasy fur felt disgusting against Dusk's feathers. He was clearly aroused from the show he had just witnessed, and was eager for his turn.

The rat took his time, though. He teased the cloaca opening for nearly a minute with the head of his smooth length. Occasionally, he would exert pressure, threatening to slip in, only to pull back at the last second. Dusk held his breathe every time. The rat was already sweating over him. Each drip contributed to the disgusting feeling in the pit of the raven's stomach. He was being coated in the unhygienic stench. The rat leaned down and sent a long lick across his beak before finally pushing in.

Dusk couldn't help but gasp. The culmination of all the teasing and the overwhelming scent had sent his head reeling. What the raven would give to just be able to grow hard... No. Don't get distracted. Focus on the pain.

The chubby rat was far more skilled than the overzealous lion, though. Every movement seemed calculated, like he knew how to make another male squeal in pleasure. Each time the disgusting man rocked his hips in the slightest, the rat watched for a response from the raven. He eased himself in gently. The only cloacal burning Dusk felt was from the aftermath of the lion's harsh breeding. Everything the rat did seemed far more methodical.

Vardent's hip gyrations were slow but persistent. Each time the rat let out a moan of pleasure, Dusk was forced to breath in the harsh scent of his breath. When he wasn't preoccupied with the rodent's breathing, he was reminding of the body odor emanating from the man. He just smelled so male, so unequivocally male. And, it made Dusk's lack of physical arousal so much worse. The raven could feel the potential for pleasure just on the tip of his non-emergent cock. Too bad he was being bred like a female.

Eventually that rat's enormous balls slapped up against his feathers. The rodent had hilted him, and he had received nothing but pleasure, aside from the pain of breathing and the leftover burning sensation from the lion's rough fucking. Dusk managed to suppress a groan. With a large grin of his yellow-stained buckteeth, the rodent spoke to his toy. "Get read, bitch."

Despite the warning, the rape was no less pleasurable for the raven. Vardent's hips drew back slowly, exerting as much pressure as possible against the inner glands that were threating Dusk with pleasure. Each long, drawn out thrust was meant to torment the raven. The slow breeding was overwhelming. Dusk tried to breath without inhaling the rat's scent but that was impossible. It was just so male, and he tried his best to suppress his desire to just give in. He couldn't enjoy this. He just... couldn't.

It took far longer for the rat to build up to a breeding pace than the lion, and the rodent never lost track of his bitch's pleasure. Vardent wanted to make his slut cum. Unlike the lion, he enjoyed watching his marks squirm in pleasure beneath him. The raven seemed more uncooperative than most, though, so he tried extra hard. The rat angled his thrusts expertly. This was far from the first time he had raped another male, and he savored every moment of it. If only he could give the poor raven a reach-around, but according to his boss that wasn't an option. So instead, he put everything he could into fucking the bitch in a way that would humiliate him the most.

Dusk was about to moan in pleasure when he made eye contact with Garavier. The lion was hard again, stroking his barbed length in front of his beak. The flintlock was held against the side of the raven's head as he did so. Lion precum dripped over the top of his beak. The wolf stood aside and simply watched.

It seemed to be an eternity, but the raven managed to mitigate his pleasure by focusing on the pain in his face and abdomen. Eventually, the rat came. Unlike the lion, whose torrent of cum was swift, the rat's enormous balls seemed to take an eternity to empty. Unable to hold back, Dusk let out a moan at just the wrong time. The virile lion managed to empty a second load directly into his beak. Clawed hands gripped firmly against his bruised cheeks as the lion unloaded for a second time. The raven should have been preoccupied by the copious amounts of seed being deposited into his cloaca, but all he could do was refrain from choking on the lion's second orgasm. Normally he would tilt his head back to swallow, as every avian species would, but he couldn't. The lion unloaded directly against his tongue, forcing his beak to stay in place. He nearly choked instead, unable to swallow and overwhelmed by the taste of his rapist.

Rat seed flooded his cloaca, and despite the threat of choking on lion cum, Dusk couldn't help but recognize the flood of semen into his vent. It was so warm, so... enjoyable... but not enough to hold back his choking reflex. The lion held his beak down against the table as his second orgasm tapered off. Garavier was panting above him, Vardent behind him. Still, despite the situation, he just wished he could grow hard.

To swallow, most avians tilted their head back to allow fluids to flow down their muzzle. Dusk was no exception. With the firm grasp on his beak by the clawed lion on his beak, though, there was nothing he could do but accept the torrent of Garavier's second climax on his tongue. It tasted foul. However, the overwhelming male musk filling the air drove the raven towards the border of pleasure. It took all the restraint Dusk could muster to avoid an orgasm against the rat's swollen, virile testicles.

Vardent's greasy, musky fur stuck to the raven's feathers as the rodent panted above him. He couldn't help but breath in the foul air, which somehow made him even more desirable.

With a long, slick withdrawal, Vardent pulled his hips back. "Sloppy thirds, you ready?" the rat inquired to the wolf.

Dusk caught a glance of Hrush's blush. Retrieving his flintlock from Garavier, the rat took his spot before the raven. He continued to stroke his finished member before Dusk's beak as he pointed the pistol down at their captive. Slowly, the small wolf took his place behind the raven, who was still fully exposed with his chest down against the desk. It took a few minutes for the wolf to arouse himself. Dusk could hear the stroking behind him.

First, the wolf pulled back his sheath. This exposed his entire length in an instant. Hrush couldn't deny that he was aroused, but the young wolf still felt guilty. Better than him getting raped and murdered though, he justified to himself. A short, thick red cock tip instantly turned into a full arousal as he played with himself. He placed himself against he opening of the raven's cloaca. He leaned over his subject and softly whispered "I'm sorry," so only Dusk could hear. Then the wolf's fat cock forced it's way into the raven.

The wolf had little experience and was swiftly thrusting as his own pleasurable pace. The raven's hot vent was providing too much pleasure. Hrush thrust rapidly, although he tried his best to restrain himself. Rapid humping ensued. The noise of the wolf's cock thrusting against the lion and the rat's previous orgasms enveloped the room. The loud, slick noises reached Dusk as well. Hrush nuzzled affectionately against the back of the raven's neck feathers. The rough breathing emphasized the wolf's interest in the avian below him.

Hrush grunted and spasmed intermittently. The young wolf was clearly inexperienced. His thrusts were random and chaotic, and burned fiercely against the raven's opening. However, each time he managed to hilt himself, Dusk could feel the threatening knot forcing itself against his opening. At first, it was a simple bump against his vent. As time progressed, it became more threatening, growing in arousal and size. The erratic thrusting didn't last long before his companions began criticizing him. "Knot the slut." "Take him good - last chance for him to cum before he's put down." "Fuck him hard."

Each time the wolf's knot was pushed against his sensitive cloacal vent, Dusk gasped. This was more of a reaction than any of his previous rapists had managed to extract. Despite the erratic fucking, the raven couldn't help himself. He found more pleasure in the cute young wolf than he had from the horrifying rat who had raped him moments before. Each inexperienced thrust provided more pleasure than any before. It was all the raven could do but restrain himself from moaning in pleasure.

The knot was swelling. The raven's pleasure was growing. Involuntarily, the moment the exceptionally large bulge forced its way into his cloaca, Dusk came. Shots of avian cum splattered against the wolf's thighs as he forced his way into the incompatible opening. His knot tied hard. The orgasm shook them both as the wolf fell atop his compatriot. The wolf's scent was far more palatable than the rats, or even the lion's. Dusk couldn't help himself. Despite the pain, his cloaca was being stretched in all the right ways. Sure, it hurt, but not like the lion's barbs had. This was different. This was pleasurable.

The spasming wolf clutching his mate's hips desperately as he unleashed his load. He had never truly achieved an orgasm while knot-deep in his mate, at the experience was overwhelming. He came and came and came. His orgasm refused to subside as the avian's cloaca milked his knotted cock for everything it was worth.

The younger male smelled so... good... Dusk thought as he was raped for the third time. Just like the fox, he realized, suddenly remembering himself.

Pain is temporary. Anger is eternal.

Regardless, Dusk shot his orgasm all over the young wolf's thighs. He sprayed his cum even as he was being fucked by the wolf's knot. Gentle thrusts emphasized the point as Hrush enjoyed his own pleasure, knot deep in a hot cloacal vent. This shouldn't happen, the raven thought to himself, but it had. Being fucked had turned out to be... wonderful... despite all the pain. Fuckers, he thought. It was the most humiliating experience of his life.

"God damn! I tried, but apparently it took the virgin to get this bitch to cream."

"I guess the slut has a thing for knots."

"Well you shouldn't let him enjoy it, right?"

"Hrusk, pull out." Garavier stated coldly.

"B... but... it'll hurt me as much as him..." Hrush protested

"Do you want to die?" Vardent the rat asked callously.

The small wolf sighed gently and whispered against the raven, "I'm sorry." Before he pulled back with all his strength. It ruined both orgasms. The knot pulling back cut Hrush's pleasure short, the pressure causing him to lose all arousal as he withdrew prematurely for a canine. Meanwhile, despite his willful ignorance, Dusk missed the sensation of being tied. Both howled in pain as the know was forcefully withdrawn from the raven's cloaca.

Dusk panted, his beak still full of lion cum as his captors contemplated his fate. Clawed fingertips held strong.

"Take him to the cell... you two know which one," Garavier stated before finally releasing the raven's face from his sharp grip. Dusk instantly tilted his head back, allowing the lion's cum to slide down his throat. It was all he could think to do. The lion and the rat chuckled. The wolf held his own knotted length in pain from the withdrawal.

"Can I keep his gun?" Vardent inquired. "It's better than that piece of shit." He motioned towards the pistol still being held against the raven's beak.

"Fine. Just make sure he's taken care of down there," Garavier stated.

"We could... always feed him to... you know... the demon..." Hrusk responded.

The lion backhand slapped the small wolf. "Shut." He slapped him again. "The fuck..." another slap. "Up!" the third slap emphasized his point to the young wolf. This time his claws made sure to leave a mark. He followed with a stern kick to the fallen wolf's midsection.

That's it, Dusk thought to himself as he observed the violence. He tried his best to mitigate the damage to his body, but it was severe. The pain was overwhelming, and it took all his effort not to pass out. Breathing was a chore with his damaged ribs. Never mind the continuous rape.

"Get him outa here," the lion stated.

Dusk was lifted by his two remaining captives and was carried along. Only a demon would know where too.

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Ilucious growled in delight. He hadn't expected his control to work so well. The little fox really was a slut at heart. The torment was delightful. The creature couldn't possibly understand what was happening to him. The demon toiled with his emotions, allowing enough consciousness to understand what was happening while forcing an unmistakable mental connection. Demons could emit a potent aphrodisiac, but he was doing far more than that. It had taken him some time to perfect his technique. The demon would control this entire city, one way or another.

It was practice, raping one small person at a time. But, my, was it so enjoyable, he could hardly contain himself. Especially when it came to his latest victim. The demon grabbed the fox by his headfur roughly.

"What would you do for me?" the beast snarled as he jerked the fox forwards, bits of saliva splashing across Nook's face as he whimpered softly. The demon reveled in the fox's torment as he tried to resist. Nothing could be better than watching a soul lose all hope. Illucious was only just beginning, but his heart leapt with joy just thinking of the delight his new toy would bring.

"Anything, Master!"

Anything, Master, if only I could just cum once! Illucious knew the true motive behind his pet's pathetic begging. Eventually, the little slut would learn the true meaning of anything. But, for now, he would enjoy the show. The little fox's breaking would be his latest joy.

Illucious snapped his fingers, and the most loyal of hellhounds in his service appeared. His ferocious, untamed scent overwhelmed even the demon's as the massive fiend descended upon the fox. He circled his prey, salivating at the thought of his newest conquest.

"Present yourself," the demon stated, almost bored as he lazily pointed toward the hellhound's terrified prey. There was a moment of hesitation, but only a moment.

"Y... Yes Master!"

The kit's voice was enthusiastic but the demon spotted a tear forming in his pet's eye. He relished in the dread that permeated the air as the hellhound sniffed at his prey's rear end before the fox had even finished his descent to all fours. A single lick was all the preperation the fox received before the hellhound was upon him. Forepaws locked firmly around the bitch's waist, sharp claws digging into the soft flesh as he growled aggressively. The demon stroked his arousal as the fox clenched his eyes shut in terrified anticipation.

It took a few moments for the hellound to hit his mark, but as soon as he lined himself up properly, he let out a ferocious hump forwards, pulling his bitch back into him. The fox yipped in pain as the hellhound unsheathed himself and unleashed a torrent of rapid thrusting. The hellound was smaller than the demon in length and width but the rapid pace he set more than made up for it. The demon grinned as his new pet was violated. Drool fell from the demon-hounds maw as he claimed his bitch.

It didn't take nearly as long for the hellhound to finish as it would have taken the demon, but the climax was entertaining none-the-less. The dog bit down firmly on the fox's scruff as his knot swelled, locking them together. With a swing of his leg, the demon-dog went rear-to-rear with his bitch. The fox was covered in hot drool and panted heavily upon the floor. The demon could tell the pressure against his prostate was driving him even further into madness.

"Good. You've satisfied one. Now meet the pack."

Dozens of pairs of glowing red eyes emerged from the darkness. The demon chuckled as the fox began to sob.

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Dusk was hauled beneath the normal guard cells. The rat and the wolf carried him down below, where the worst of the worst were held. There was a single cage there, made of strong steel. They held the raven before the entrance of the locked gate. It wasn't a normal cage. At the back, there was a distinctive entrance marked by off-color bricks.

"And here's where you'll die," Vardent mocked. "Or, maybe not. Who knows what goes on down there."

Luckily, his talons were bound before him. Dusk glared at the rodent defiantly. Taking his left talon in his right, he snapped his own bones. The middle talon snapped loudly. He reached out and grabbed the rat's face. The rodent was shocked at the raven's resistance after his torture.

"Searing touch," Dusk stated flatly. His kind could not produce their own magic. But, they could still be enchanted. Breaking his own middle talon, the raven ignored the pain as the runes cast upon his bones were suddenly snapped into place. And, the rat's face burned. Despite Vardent's wails of pain, Dusk held tight, grasping the rat's muzzle firmly. At least, for as long as it existed.

The scent of burning flesh and fur filled the air, and Vardent dropped dead. Calmly, Dusk reached down and picked up his pistol, hands still bound by chains, before turning to Hrush. "Shall I destroy you too, or will you take me to Garavier and his demon?" The raven glared the young wolf down. His hands still bound, he now held his pistol. Even though the wolf couldn't know the magic only worked once, the terrifying melting of his compatriots face was warning enough. The young wolf surrendered immediately.

"I... I don't know..." Hrush began to respond before Dusk put a bullet straight between the dead rat's eyes. Brains splattered upon the walls, and the wolf shivered in fear. "Ok! Please! I'm sorry!" the wolf blathered, among other various excuses the raven wasn't concerned with. A second gunshot was used to sever the chain connecting his cuffs. The wolf nearly jumped out of his pants in terror. "They would kill me!"

"I'm going to kill you." There was no doubt behind the raven's voice. He meant it, and the young wolf was terrified. The barrel of the gun braced itself atop the small wolf's muzzle, still hot from its recent discharge. The scent of urine filled the air.

All it took was a pathetic pointing motion for Dusk to understand. Fuck this wolf, there were more important beings to take his rage out on. He shot the wolf in the knee anyway.