The Burn Before the End
Story by draconicon on SoFurry
In a surprising turn of events, a Redhood doesn't get raped and lose out against a free life. The werewolf, on the other hand...
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[b][u][center]The Burn Before the End
For Rayoelgatubelo
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
Ahizeeb knew that he was pushing his luck going after a Redhood, but he had every reason to believe that he would succeed in bringing her down. After all, just because someone carried a silver blade did not mean that they knew how to use it, and more than that, this one was small. Small enough to make him wonder if they had loosened their rules regarding recruitment, for that matter.
The werewolf sat in the bushes, squatting down on the balls of his feet in the way that his species was wont to do. He kept his head below the level of the bush where it might be seen, his nose flaring as he memorized her scent. The soft, bitter smell of her silver came just under the hotter smell of her body, and the werewolf licked his lips as he looked her over.
Small, indeed, beyond what ‘petite’ would describe. Instead, she looked almost like a child, small enough to look of the age of twelve, perhaps less. She was less endowed than any other woman that he had ever seen that carried the silver blade and the Redhood, but then again…
He shook his head. There was no need to fear this one. She would fall, but not before she fed his lust.
Ahizeeb grinned as he gripped his sheath, feeling it fill between his fingers. The idea of slamming this one to the earth and fucking her to within an inch of her life was even more enjoyable than the other ones, if only because of how slight she was. Oh, she would scream many times before he was done, he was sure.
He stroked himself again and again, feeling the tingling warmth that came from his cock as it hardened. It was quick to rise, particularly as the Redhood turned, her back to him. Even without the curves of the older hunters that he’d seen, this one would have drawn weres from all over the place. He knew the sort. Her skirt was already rising slightly, showing off a slight curve to the bottom of her rump.
[i]Oh, she will be fine...fine indeed…[/i]
His cock finally finished throbbing upwards, the knot just starting to form at the end of his sheath. He let go, not wanting to push himself too far, not wanting to cheapen this. He wanted to make sure that this lasted for as long as possible. One good, long rut in her pussy to see her change, followed by a good fuck up that ass. At the end, she might not be the biggest werewolf, but she would be a well-used thrall.
He licked his lips one more time, moving from the edge of his cover. It was time to end this.
She was half-leaned over a bundle of herbs as he came up behind her, his claws reaching for her hips. He was going to take her in one smooth thrust, throw her down and rut her like the bitch she was. By the time he was done, she would be screaming, crying, dripping from both ends as he marked her. Yes, that was what he wanted. She’d scream, she’d moan, she’d squirt. And then, she’d change.
He had it so firmly in his head that he didn’t even notice when she started to turn around, nor when she smirked as he pulled her back.
The imagined heat was there, alright, but it was the wrong sort. Ahizeeb only barely managed to touch his cock to her before he was screaming, arching his back and thrusting harder by instinct rather than by reason. He screamed, he howled, and his flesh hissed and sizzled where it touched her.
“AAAAAAAAAGH!”
The scream was ripped from his lips before he fell over, gasping, shaking. The furred beast looked down, his eyes wide as he saw the angry red where the normal pink would have been, his cock burned as if it had been held to the flames. He waited for it to regenerate...only to see nothing.
No regeneration should have been impossible. He hadn’t been touched by silver; her blade was still in its sheath. Yet -
“Surprised, monster?”
He looked up to see the Redhood smirking down at him. He growled, starting to get up -
“Ah ah.”
She sat down, and as soon as she made contact with his belly, he howled again, the burning feeling pressing just under his ribs. It felt like his fur was catching fire as it touched him, searing him to the bone as she held herself just over him again.
“Now, don’t move…”
“Nnngh...what is the meaning of this?! This is impossible!”
“No. Just...more risky.”
The woman - for she was a woman, now that he could see her face - pulled up her skirt. He glanced down, and immediately growled and winced at the same time.
She wore a chastity belt. That, in and of itself, wouldn’t have been a problem, but the fact that it burned him meant that it had to be silver. She had been waiting for someone to try and take her, using herself as bait. Her armor had been strong enough to make the gambit worth it, too, as far as he could tell.
And then, she slid back. The metal pressed against the head of his cock again, and Ahizeeb did everything that he could to press himself into the earth. He pulled his hips back, he dug out furrows from the ground with clawed fingers in a vain attempt to get himself away from her strange device, but none of it worked. All that he managed to do was throw dirt in the air, to cast dust around him.
This Redhood sat on him, and he screamed to the heavens as she rolled her hips from side to side, grinning down at him as her silver belt cooked his cock like it was some fine piece of meat for her meal. He screamed at the top of his lungs, swearing that it was going to be burned right off of him. She didn’t let up, sitting down firmly.
“You think that you can just get away with raping me and my kind. Think again, wolf. Think again, [i]beast.[/i]”
“You’re the monster he-aaaaaaaargh!”
She pushed back, her silver pressing down on his knot, on the most sensitive part of his cock. There were no words for the levels of pain that came from that, and the howls that left his lips only soothed the lightest, slightest bits of his pain. The wolf would have cried, if he could, but there were no tears left for his kind.
Gasping for breath as she sat up slightly, Ahizeeb looked up at her, his growl still there, but weaker than before. He shook his head slowly, looking at her chest. Little nubs just barely pushed through the cloth, and he snorted.
“You get off on torturing us?”
“Why not? You get off on raping us.”
“I thought you considered yourselves the good guys.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. But we’re better than you, and that’s all that matters.”
“Hmmph.”
He snorted again, only for her to sit down. This time, on his balls.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”
The scream split the night as she burned his sac, the fur coming off against the silver that threatened to crush them. Everything inside felt like it was boiling, the heat running right up his cock and going to the head. He swore that it was going to burn right off, and the head of his shaft was steaming from the reaction.
“Your kind are weak,” she said, shaking her head. “Always thinking that we might be turned from your cock alone. Well, how does it feel, knowing that your cock is worthless against a hunter like me?”
“Nnngh….GAH!...AAAARGH!”
“You can’t even speak anymore, can you? Rendered dumb by the worthless nature of your own bestial kind...weak to a mere touch…”
She slid forward, like some sultry whore grinding on a cock, except that the motion pressed that hated silver right to the base of his knot, right into that slender, bone-like spot that kept his cock connected to the inside of his sheath. Everything in him screamed to lash out, to throw the human off of him, but she was hurting him too much. His body refused to respond.
She pressed down harder, squishing, crushing that little connection between her chastity belt and his belly. Every time that she sat down that much harder, she looked like some slut that might have been admiring his cock. Were it not for the pain, she would have looked desirable. Instead, all he could do was howl.
“You want relief, beast?”
“AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“Speak!”
She pulled out her sword, and he felt the heat of it against his cheek, the silver blade pressed against the side of his muzzle. It was such a normal pain in comparison to the burn down there that he actually snapped out of it for a moment or two. He stared up at her, his cock feeling like it was on the verge of being snapped right off his body.
“Do you want relief, beast?” she asked again.
“I...yes…”
“You want me to relieve you?”
“Stop...stop the pain...please!”
“Then I shall.”
One cut, one slice, and he felt the pain stop. The world spun, swinging round and round and round again. There was no pain, just dizziness, and then...then a strange sense of...sense of nothing…
The spinning stopped, and he saw his body flop to the ground. The Redhood got to her feet, cutting off his cock as she did, and then turned to his head. She smiled, picking him up as the blood exited through his neck, the world going dark as he looked her in the eyes.
“There is your relief, beast. No pain, no pleasure...nothing…” was the last thing he heard before death claimed him.
[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]