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Khazrak was just as perplexed as Todbringer. Feeling the fresh breeze caressing her fur as she held the Graf down. She could kill him but she didn't want that. He was right before her but she couldn't express what she wanted in words he could understand. But she only knew it was now or possibly never. Todbringer's eye stayed firm as she leaned down, feeling her hot breath pass through sharp teeth to stroke his rough skin. His eye shot open as he felt a long warm, wet sensation drag across cheek. It took him a moment to fathom the sudden move as the feeling of her tongue lingered on his skin. She did it again, this time across his sweat-stained forehead, savouring the salty taste as Todbringer continued to look on in confusion. It was only after a couple of seconds her lapping at his face like a loving dog he managed to respond.

“What th-." Before he could finish Khazrak had invaded his mouth, her furry muzzle tickling his lips in a parody of a kiss. Her grip on him relaxed as she reached up to cup his bearded cheeks. Her tongue tasted every inch of his mouth as Todbringer lifted his hands off the ground, hesitant on what to do as Khazrak's tongue brushed across his teeth.

She let go after a while, sitting up while allowing Todbringer to follow. As their heavy breaths collided Todbringer placed his armoured hands on her shoulders. Feeling the tempered strength behind the coarse fur that could wrestle a horse to the ground. Raising his gaze past her broad shoulders and barbarous face she found her sultry gaze from her one eye. For Todbringer, the eye was what gave her meaning to him as his sworn enemy. She could feel her hand brush his jaw, turning his head to focus on scarred eye. As she focused on his patch Todbringer saw something he didn't think he would ever see in his mortal life.

She was smiling at him, not in a malicious way.

Before he could focus on her toothy smile any longer she, stood up. Getting him a better look at her form in the moonlight. Her muscle was not lost behind the fur, her hefty breasts upheld above tight abdominals and dripping wet folds. Her legs were long and toned ending in hooves with a tail swaying between her thighs. Every time they met it had been a blur of blood and metal. He had never seen her for this long and the experience was dizzying. His morals built by teachings of Ulric told him to act, slay her while he had the chance. Cut her down for his god, Middenland and the Empire to finish this feud that had lasted for most of his life.

Arguing back was a longing sensation accompanied by the stirring of his loins. A desire that he didn't know he had suppressed until now.

Todbringer couldn't tell if it was the forbidden energy of the Drakwald corrupting his mind or his pent up urges come to fruition. But he was up and removing his armour. He was loosening the knots of his breastplate faster than he'd ever done before. His armour held tight, it had to endure the harshness of battle. It didn't stop him as his breastplate fell. Pieces of plate armour thudded to the ground one after the other as Khazrak watched in awe and anticipation. Rubbing her legs together as more of the Graf was revealed to her. He groaned as he pulled his chainmail hauberk over his head and quickly unstrapping his Gambeson.

Khazrak couldn't watch on any longer as she stepped forward to meet him, looming over Todbringer with gentle steps as he let his gambeson fall to the ground. After helping him discard his undershirt she finally laid her eye on his bare upper body. His broad chest covered in a light dusting of body hair that shimmered in the moon's glare. Even in his advanced years, he had maintained a strong physique with broad shoulders and barrel chest upheld on powerful legs. Without a word she tentatively reached forward, brushing her fingers to feel the hard muscles of his arms and chest. She twirled his body hair between her fingers, finding it strange as she never really focused on it. As she leaned in for a whiff of his scent she felt her thighs instinctively clench in arousal. The heat and smell were something otherworldly to her as she hungrily inhaled his beastly aroma. Suddenly she felt a hand stroke her chops, she leaned into his rough hand as he petted her muzzle. With her missing eye, she couldn't see his fingers as they caressed her fur. She returned his gaze, a light smile with an eye she had never seen so soft. Despite the damage they've both caused to each other, Todbringer felt strangely complete as he ran a hand along her cheek with another grabbing her hip pull her close. For Khazrak, she could only close her eye in bliss as the one she had obsessed over for decades gently ran his fingers through her fur. The cool nighttime air of the Drakwald didn't affect them as they stood in each other's embrace. Khazrak opened her eye when she felt Todbringer gently turn her head to reveal her scarred face. Brushing her dreadlocks aside as he chuckled.

“You need a patch like me Khazrak." Gently grabbing the pack of her head and pulling her down to his level, the beast lord paused before following the Graf's movements. Suddenly she was pulled forward as the Elector Count embraced her in an awkward kiss. Khazrak briefly questioned the action before leaning into the strange movement. Feeling her breasts flatten up against his chest. A tongue brushed up against her lips. She copied his movements, running her long tongue through his teeth and cheeks to the count's surprise. Recoiling at the length of her tongue as it passionately played with his own. Their tongues danced until they couldn't hold their breath any longer, separating with gasps and pants. Khazrak was now on her knees with Todbringer looking down on her. The hair of her muzzle ticking his beard as she spoke in a harsh yet wanting tone.

“Khazrak want Todbringer!" It didn't take much to understand her broken Reikspeil, Todbringer obliged as he pulled her in for a much rougher embrace. Khazrak followed with their lips hungrily clashing like the duels of the past, pushing their bare forms against each other with gusto and vigour. Todbringer took the time for his hands to wander down her back. Flowing through the cascading curtain of dreadlocks that descended from her crown. Her stubby goat-like tail merrily wagging before brushing past her waist. Khazrak shivered as she felt Todbringer's hands grip her shapely posterior. Leaning into his firm grip as his hands dug into her soft cheeks, feeling the springy fat and coarse fur above the firm muscle. Todbringer knew it was a warrior's behind if he ever felt one. Jiggling atop legs that could break a man beneath them.

Khazrak gasped as Todbringer squeezed her pert buttocks before reaching to undo his belt and upper leg armour. As their tongues separated, Khazrak focused on his movements, drawing her attention to the bulge straining against his pants. She lowered herself even further, continuing to press her muzzle against his warm body. With the last knot undone Todbringer's length was released from its confines. The intoxicating smell hit Khazrak like a cannon as his painfully erect member was presented to her hungry gaze. As she cradled it in her hand she could feel how it pulsated and begged for relief. A whiff of the smell had her struggling not to climax then and there. His loin's musk was heavenly to her, making her head spin as she gulped in his scent. Salivating like she was eyeing a juicy piece of meat from a hardy raid. She couldn't help but let out her tongue to have a taste.

Todbringer's eye remained wary as he focused on Khazrak's sharp teeth. Her long tongue sliding from her drooling lips to find its place against his member. The Graf hissed in pent up pleasure as he felt her stroke along the underside of his shaft. Paying a special attention to the crown as she flicked up drop of anticipation. Diving back in for more to the Graf's harsh gasps. As she continued to take in his smell and taste his length, Todbringer struggled to contain his composure. He had oral performed on him before, both by mistresses and his wives but what Khazrak could do was far beyond any of them. Suddenly Khazrak opened her mouth, letting his entire length into her maw as she continued to swirl her tongue around his shaft. Coating his entire member in a layer of warm spit as she slathered him in twirling tongue. Nuzzling the Graf's crotch as she savoured the taste of his dripping arousal and strong musk. His gasps and moans of pleasure providing ample encouragement for her sloppy assault. Todbringer's knees went weak with the sudden onrush of warmth and moisture from her maw and tongue bath. He gripped her horns, stabilising himself as her tongue traced every inch of his member. Pumping back in forth to the weak gasps of Todbringer. She hummed in delight at the taste of his cock dripping with need. With Todbringer's guidance, she bobbed in time with his weak, unconsciously rocking hips. Using her horns like reigns to control her greedy slurps and sucks. He grunted when he felt her tongue extend beyond his length, coating his thighs and crotch in a layer of warm saliva.

Todbringer's knuckles turned white and his eye slammed shut. He struggled to stand with Khazrak supporting him as she continued to greedily lap at his stiffened cock. The pleasure was building like a dam ready to burst and the Graf was holding back by sheer will alone. Her moist breath teasing him while her tongue wrapped itself around his length. Before long it was too much for the Graf. Khazrak could feel it as his grip on her horns tightened and his pent up shaft throbbed. He grew harsher, smashing her puckered lips against his groin as his thrusts grew ragged and out of rhythm. With a desperate gasp he gave into the pleasure. Khazrak clamped her lips, trying to not waste any of his load as it flooded her maw. Remnants escaped from her mouth marking streaks down her fur and dripping onto her proud, heaving bosom. Todbringer could only grunt and moan through gritted teeth as Khazrak's tongue got to work. Slurping up as much of the Graf's cum as she could before lifting her muzzle to reveal the shining mess of fluids to the moonlight. Marking both his crotch and the lips of her goat-like mouth. Giving the tip once last lick as she looked up to enjoy her handiwork.

As his stance faltered Khazrak gently held him, supporting him as he leaned into her hands to rest on the forest floor. Todbringer felt the large beast-woman loom over him. His legs being swallowed up by her pelvis and plump bottom with her heavy, furred breasts dragging along his pectorals. In a moment without pleasure clouding his mind the situation returned to Todbringer.

He just received fellatio from a beast-woman, his sworn rival who scooped his eye from his skull and had murdered his men. It had been the best oral he had ever had.

She was currently grinding her dripping folds along his crotch, her eye closed in bliss as her juices marked his spit stained rod. As the Graf's breaths decreased in depth his cloudy eye refocused itself back on Khazrak. More so on her heaving boobs as they swayed with her hips. Hanging like tantalising orbs covered in a matt of warm fuzzy fur. He heaved himself to lean on his elbows, squinting his gaze on the furred mounds of the beast-woman. He couldn't help himself as he reached for them.

Khazrak's grunted as Todbringer sunk his fingers into her generous globes, his digits moulding and massaging the soft flesh, like warm dough encased in brown hair. She leaned into his touch, letting the Graf fondle and play with her mounds as they swayed. As his rough fingers stroked through her hide he eventually found something in the dark fluff. When he pinched it her eye snapped open, shivering in bliss. Todbringer could feel her arousal pooling in his lap as his groping and massaging continued to rile her up. Even if she wasn't a human, Todbringer could read her like an open book. Taking the experiences from past encounters, Todbringer pulled her down. She sensually bleated as Todbringer tucked into her right breast. Running his tongue over her areola as he pinched her nub with his teeth. The sudden onrush of pleasure made her legs quake as she battled to stay up. She leaned into the Graf, giving Todbringer greater access for Todbringer to lap and massage her sensitive mounds. Mewling in sustained pleasure with her eye tightly shut, she didn't notice the hand sliding its way down her toned abs towards her puffy vulva. He could feel the heat as he hovered his hand over her delicate slit. Khazrak shrieked in orgasmic ecstasy, her strength leaving her as Todbringer cupped his hand on her soaked nethers. Not so much as caressing her folds as she sensually whinnied into his ear.

She collapsed atop him, her heavy breast heaving with breathy moans. His lips left her breasts to return the weak stare of the beast-woman, dazed in the afterglow of his sensual assault. Raising his moistened hand it suddenly dawned on him. A smile grew across the Graf's face as the weight of the beast-woman relaxed across him like a strong, warm blanket. Still riding out the feeling of the Graf's foreplay, her hefty boobs dragging across his chest with his semi-stiff cock nestled between her moist thighs and plump ass cheeks.

“Did you climax?" As she slowly opened her eye she stared back at the Elector Count in shock, immediately averting her gaze to the Graf's growing grin.

“Did I just made the great Beastlady Khazrak One-eye climax without as much as a finger!" Todbringer chuckled as pride swelled in his chest. Khazrak's cheeks heated up in a hidden blush as she raised a hand to cover her muzzle. Todbringer's chuckles turned to a rumbling laugh penetrating the Drakwald. While it could be triumphant much of it was amusement, he just made his mortal enemy orgasm with just his dextrous tongue, strong hands and masculine musk. As his chuckles died down, still with Khazrak cowering atop him. She jumped as he placed a hand atop her head, gently caressing her grey dreadlocks with a content sigh.

“Still got it." The Graf whispered to no one in particular, the moon reflecting in his eye with the gentle breaths of Khazrak against his neck and her body shielding him from the forest breeze. He was strangely fine with the feeling of Khazrak's heartbeat thumping through her breasts and her goat-like face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Even if her horns got in the way a bit.

The moment was interrupted as his warm blanket left him, leaving several strands of herself across his lap as she left his body bare to the elements. Khazrak staggered to her hooves, the feeling of his presence lingering across her mounds and lower lips that ebbed for more of his touch. Yet she knew only one thing could satisfy it. She turned from Todbringer, swaying her wide hips as she sauntered to a tree. His eye couldn't help but follow the plump rump with her tail raised to give un unfiltered view of her taught prosterier. She leaned forward placing her palms against a tree while she spread her animalistic legs. Flashing her good eye over her shoulder, she growled out a passionate, stern order as she presented her dripping lips and clenching hole to the Graf between her furry cheeks.

“Breed me Todbringer." The Grand Duke of Middenland hauled himself to his feet, approaching the presenting beast-woman with a puffed out chest and predatory eye focused on her needy sex nestled between the cleft of her solid ass. Even bent over he had to pull her down to be at his level, placing a hand on her succulent hips he leaned forward until he was face to face with her depths. Khazrak let out a low, sensual moan through gritted teeth as Todbringer ran his tongue across the entirety of her puffy lips. Even as jolts of pleasure shot up her body she still didn't have what she desired. Her voice wavering through the intense feeling of the Graf's teasing tongue running along her valley.

“BREED ME NOW!" She barked as she wiggled her behind, her tail hiking up and knees trembling. Todbringer let out a quiet sadistic chuckle, giving her loins one last kiss as he positioned himself for the main event. Teasing her folds with the tip of his length.

With one harsh thrust Khazrak cried in pure ecstasy. Her fingernails dug into the bark as he hilted himself within her, taking her virginity in one fell swoop. Leaving her time to recover, Todbringer resisted the urge to fuck her into a quivering mess. He slid himself out slowly, waiting until only the tip of his length kissed her dripping lips. He thrust in once more to the sound of craving bleats. Her knees quaked as he continued to hammer himself into her pussy. Using her tail as leverage, his hips flattening her soft buttocks with lewd, wet slaps echoing through the forest. Khazrak shrieked as she felt a hand grip her breast once more, firmly squeezing the soft flesh between his fingers. Her breasts had never been something beastmen desired, but he couldn't keep his hands off them. As he rolled his fingers against her tit-flesh her mouth flopped open, her tongue rolling out as she struggled to contain herself. Her mind swimming in euphoria as his member buried itself into her depths. Suddenly the human let go, but before she could act she was swept off her hooves.

With all his might Todbringer pulled Khazrak around, his fingers sinking into her muscled thighs as he pressed her against the tree with all his stubborn might. The delighted moans grew more fierce as he continued to hilt himself inside her. For him, it was more than the feeling of Khazrak's walls spasming around his shaft that drove him as he repeatedly slammed himself into her. She was at his mercy, completely weak to his assault as she moaned, groaned and hissed into his ear. Something that drove him on, pushed him past his physical limits as he pounded into her limp form. She was like putty in his hands, submissive to him as he thrust into her quivering sex with fury. Watching as her boobs errantly bounced before him he couldn't resist himself but to lean forward. Suckling on her jiggling breasts to her delighted sighs. It was the last edge she needed, driving her over the edge with a cry of orgasmic joy.

Todbringer wasn't done just yet.

His eye had glazed over in lust, even as sweat poured down his forehead and his legs burned in pain he kept going. With the beckoning of his loins, Todbringer hammered himself against her. His knuckles turned white as his grip on her ass tightened. His teeth clamped down on her breast to a cry from Khazrak. She responded as her walls quivered in climax after climax, spasming with his trusts as she struggled to wrap her legs around the human. Her hooves locked behind his back as she leaned in to nuzzle his shoulder. Her strength threatening to leave as he thrust into her, struggling to not go limp as pleasure overwhelmed her. With each thrust her moans grew as Todbringer continued to spear Khazrak on his throbbing member. The beast lord embraced the human, helping him bury himself further into her quivering lips. Khazrak's moans grew more passionate in tone, her animalistic brays pushing Todbringer forward until with one last kiss of her womb she felt herself erupt one last time in ecstasy. Crying a hearty roar to the moon as she writhed and went limp in bliss. Her juices flowing down her legs as her shuddering walls clamped down on Todbringer. Her convulsing walls bringing him over with a masculine grunt. Flooding her womb with harsh growls as his legs began to shudder under their combined weight. They both collapsed to the forest floor, weak as they rode out their climax under the glare of the trees. With half-lidded stares, the two embraced once more. Their tongues battling until sleep overcame them both as they lay in a tangled mess of limp limbs.

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Todbringer could feel the patchy rays of the sun on his skin as it pierced the forest canopy. It was soon followed with the moisture of a tongue dragging its way across his lips, begging for entrance. He allowed it in, even without sight he cupped her chops and met her kiss with his own. Her warm tongue ran across his teeth as he gently leaning in to feel more of her...neck. She must be standing up at the way her neck angled down and her fur was shorter than before. On top of that, her teeth weren't that sharp and her kiss was more sloppy. Practically ignoring his probing tongue.

That's when he opened his eye to look up, realising he had made a terrible mistake.

For staring back at him was the long face of his faithful horse.

Todbringer recoiled in disgust, turning to the side to release a series of splutters, gasps and gags at the horrifying realisation. But that was only the start of the stomach-churning events of the past few hours. Exchanging strokes of the tongue with his horse was far from the worst. It was around that time that he felt something rub against his back accompanied by a guttural, sleepy murmur. Strong hairy arms pulled into the cleavage of two globes of soft flesh. It didn't take him long to realise his face was buried in Khazrak's bountiful breasts. The denial of a dream from a bout of insanity was gone, replaced with uncertainty growing in the pit of his stomach. His thoughts were interrupted as he was pulled further against Khazrak, her hoofed legs twining with his own while she tucked her muzzle against his bald crown. As he tried to move he grit his teeth, his hips crying out in utter agony. He had gone through hours of battle and violence, as he got older his body would hurt for longer. It was an aching feeling, one that would forever persist but never hinder him.

He currently couldn't feel anything past his pelvis.

Instead, he turned his attention to the naked woman embracing him. Her chest breathing against his face with her heartbeat drumming in his ears. Her mammaries made for nice and comfy pillows as he nuzzled himself into them. For a chaos spawned beast of the wild, Khazrak slept rather quietly. Todbringer's first wife snored louder than her. So for now, Todbringer resided himself to being cuddled by his nude sworn enemy while his mount wondered the area. Yet as her snores danced atop his head, he whispered to his horse.

“Boy, come here. Come to master, c'mere." He realised if he could grab the reigns he could pull himself to his feet and hopefully hold himself up. A major flaw with the plan was that his horse was more interested in eating a patch of grass than Boris' loudening whispers.

“Over here you good for nothing animal, I'm right here. Help your master." His voice grew louder as his horse continued to ignore his pleading demands. As the stallion stepped away he slumped back into the plump bust that made his pillows, taking his time to admire the body he only just remembered he as inside. Just as he realised this a snort caught his attention. Her eye fluttered open she found herself longingly staring at Graf in her arms. The air went still aside from Todbringer's horse continuing to nonchalantly munch on plants. Without breaking eye contact Khazrak sunk a hand between their bodies, scooping out a mix of fluids between her fingers before bringing them to her nose. With inquisitive snorts, a tentative lick confirmed her suspicions. Licking her digits clean before stroking her tongue across the Graf's forehead once more.

Khazrak was the first to move, pushing herself up as they disconnected their groins with a wet pop and trickling fluids. She sat up and stretched, reaching forward and arching her back to proudly expose her bosom to the morning sun. Her joints and muscles popping in relief as she twisted and turned to cracking joints. Todbringer couldn't help but smile.

He woke up every day the same way.

As she stood up her gaze turned to Todbringer, still lying against the forest floor with furrowed eyebrows, stiff joints and numb legs. Reaching down, Khazrak gave a questioning glare as the Todbringer raised a hand.

“I'm fine, I just need to rest for a minute...I can't feel my legs." As the events of the night returned to him Todbringer thought back to their climax. He had managed to lift her, a beast-woman that was good several feet over him. He felt a pride in himself he hadn't felt a while, thinking he had lost that kind of strength years ago. It was supplemented by the fact the feeling in his legs was beginning to return.

“Khazrak hurt Todbringer?" Even through her broken Reikspeil, Todbringer could sense the worry in her voice. He couldn't help but let out a pained laugh as he held his chest.

“It's not the first time you have if that makes you feel better." As Todbringer sat up his eye followed Khazrak as she moved through the area.

In the light, he could finally get a good view of her naked form. He couldn't remember a time when he saw her in daylight. The sun illuminated the scars running across her toned physique, some of which he caused himself. She slowly walked about, picking up their belongings strewn about the clearing. Each time bending over with a raised tail to give Todbringer a perfect view of her firm behind and the mess plastered against her inner thighs. Once all was collected she dropped it at Todbringer's side, a jumbled collection of his bloodied armour, dirtied clothes and Runefang. As she turned he tried to keep his focus from her boobs as they hung mere inches from his face.

“Thank you, I should get going. My people will be worrying" As he started the painful process of pulling on his clothes and armour Khazrak watched on in curiosity. It was a slow process not helped by the pain, but he gradually managed to put it on piece by piece. That was until he reached his chest plate, a task for usually a squire to assist. Yet he felt a pair of hands help him, holding the straps as he buckled them into place. Then came the real challenge.

Standing up.

Usually he could stand up no problem in his armour, but his legs refused to budge and his efforts were for naught. That was until Khazrak placed a hand beneath his armpits and hauled him up. As his feet struggled to stay upright he fell forward, burying himself into Khazrak's bosom as the beast-woman supported him. After regaining his stance he looked up, her one-eyed gaze returning his own as the forest stood still. The silence was broken as they both gently embraced, carefully holding each other as they stood with care and tenderness. A single strand of saliva connected their lips as Todbringer spoke.

“Until we meet again Khazrak." Khazrak nodded in turn, giving Todbringer a smile and one last lick across his cheek before handing him his helmet. As the Graf walked to his horse the beast-woman slid on her hauberk and picked up her weapons. Watching longingly as her desire rode off into the forest. She reached into her thighs, scooping up as much as she could of Todbringer's virility before rubbing it into her fur and skin. Her eye closed in euphoria as she applied it like thick perfume.

She could feel her thighs clench at the smell alone, invading her nostrils as she licked some from her fingers. With his scent rubbed into her fur, she would smell of him for weeks on end telling all the bulls of the herd.

She belonged to him, and him alone.

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“AND YOU JUST LET HIM GO?" Emil Valgeir growled through yellowed teeth with spit showering the quivering squire before him. The squire averted his gaze from the towering bearded man as he stuttered out an answer.

“H-He's the G-Graf your holiness. I-I can't disobey the Graf's word." Valgeir scoffed as he turned his back on the squire to face the contingent of bearded warriors dressed in furs and armour, hammers slung over shoulders and determined scowls across their harsh faces.

“Ready all Knights of the White Wolf and Teutogen Guard, we'll..." The High Priest of Ulric went silent as the sound of clopping hooves entered the Middenplatz courtyard. A large frame sat atop a barded warhorse. His armour hung loosely from his body while much of it was marked with a mix of blood and dirt. His beard was ruffled hiding a content smile, his gaze ignoring the gathered knights as they watched on. Todbringer brought his horse to a stop upon reaching the gathering of his subjects.

“Squire get my servants to ready a warm bath and my bed." The squire unconsciously caught Todbringer's tossed helmet it before joining his master's side. Todbringer's dismount was harsh, grunting in pain as his joins emitted a dull ache which he did his best to ignore. Two knights rushed to his side as they helped him down from his mount. He painfully waddled past the lines of knights straight for the palace entrance. None of them dared to question the Graf except for the head of the Church of Ulric himself.

“Boris Todbringer why did you leave in the middle of the night?" Todbringer paused his step before turning, the viscera across his armour shining in the morning sun alongside the toothy smile presented across his cracked lips.

“I don't know Valgeir. I just wanted to go for a ride in the Drakwald."