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This is a story commission I've done for Bionet

Link to chapter 2: https://www.sofurry.com/view/2134945

Description: A rampaging brute, Thunderbane seeks to leave his mark on the world by creating a name for himself. After being thwarted by an ingenious goat during what seemed to be an easy village raid, the wolftaur's ambitions are caged--quite literally. Forced to forge a pact with a mysterious sorceress, the two set their eyes on a new conquest.

Will their nefarious plans come to fruition? Or will humiliation catch up once again with Thunderbane? Read to find out!

Characters belong to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/bionet/

***The Bane of Thunderbane Chapter 3***

For days had Thunderbane studied Belinda's keep from a safe distance, his keen eyes taking in every detail of the formidable fortress. The castle stood tall and proud atop a large hill, its stone walls weathered but still standing strong. Whatever spells the bovine sorceress had at her disposal wouldn’t be able to just breach through them from such a hefty distance, otherwise she wouldn’t have involved him in her schemes.

Infiltration, then.

Yes.

That had to be it. Once inside, he would wreak such havoc and terror that the very gods would take note of his savage exploits. As for Belinda…

A devious grin spread over Thunderbane’s muzzle. He had his own plans for her and her wretched kind. Heidrun would be next, to be sure. Belinda was just a convenient appetizer for him to wet his cock into.

“She thinks herself so smart. So conniving! Hrmpf…”

He wondered how well-composed her replies would be with his knot lodged tight inside that cow cunt of hers.

For that to happen, he first had to endure under her so-called leadership a little while longer; to catch her unawares while inebriated with the revelry of victory.

Thunderbane’s sight continued to take in the pressing concern towering in front of him. Not an easy feat, to claim a castle with only one fighter and a sorceress, mighty as he was.

Its towers looked none too shabby, their conical roof ensuring an almost-permanent shift that Belinda certainly found in order. Too few merlons seemed uneven or otherwise damaged, and if Thunderbane knew one thing about sorcery, it was its reliance on sight. Heidrun might be able to destroy a few, but that would only decrease the number of archers by an insignificant amount.

The castle's gates, crafted from sturdy oak and reinforced with iron, required far too much effort to punch through magical means. Besides, the drawbridge lay raised, its chains rattling in the wind. Getting it down might not be a problem for Heidrun, but getting across while a rain of arrows continuously pelted her…

“Hrff…such nonsense,” Thunderbane stomped at the ground. Patience had never been a strong suit of his. He had too much to lose and too little to win from besieging sorceress keeps. If it wasn’t for this damn deal with Heidrun, he never would have—

“Enough nonsense,” he mouthed in an attempt to motivate focus back into himself. “It needs to be done.”

The moat that encircled the fortress provided no viable alternatives. It looked deep and dark, its murky waters hiding dangers the likes of which Thunderbane never intended to discover.

The faint scent of feral foxes, no doubt Belinda's scouts, lingered in the air. They did not yet spot the wolftaur, but it was only a matter of time until his presence got discovered.

This was enough. Time for Heidrun to concoct the rest of the plan.

His jaws clenched at the mere thought of her. A sorceress as his ally…never had he imagined himself placed in such wretched position. Their personalities, both strong-willed and unyielding, had clashed at first. Grudging respect for one another was the most courtesy each awarded to the other. Ambition alone united the two of them, aside from Thunderbane’s obligation towards paying his debt.

Curious, how the bovine sorceress never mentioned this after the first day. Heidrun's awkward politeness, despite her clear disdain for his reliance on brute force, had gradually worn down Thunderbane's initial hostility.

She saw something in him; something he had yet to discover.

That being said, she had never let him forget that he was her subordinate, her magic a constant reminder of the power she wielded over him. But as they worked together, Thunderbane found himself growing to appreciate her skills. The enemy of my enemy, right? Her magic was indeed frightening, but it was also awe-inspiring, and the wolftaur could not help but hold grudging respect for having such power on his side for the first time.

Enough to fast-forward his progress back to being a leader and then some.

Thunderbane made his way back to Heidrun's lair, his thoughts racing with anticipation at the possible solutions to his—or better said, their—predicament. Their success depended on their ability to work together, and he resolved to put aside his pride…

For now.

When he arrived at the lair, Heidrun greeted him with a nod, her eyes betraying a glimmer of satisfaction. "You didn’t get caught?" she asked, her tone cool but not unkind. “That’s quite an achievement for one of your…stature.”

Thunderbane nodded, feeling his sheath tighten from Heidrun’s insistent gaze there prior to taking in the rest of his body. "Yes. I have learned much about Belinda's defenses. We are ready to begin our assault once we deal with the matter of breaching in."

Heidrun’s smile always had that air of deviousness, as if she always thought several steps ahead. "Excellent. Then let us prepare, Thunderbane. Together, we will bring that whore down where she belongs, on her knees and with your knot rammed deep inside her."

The sorceress walked inside her watchtower, the entrance too small for Thunderbane to make it through. He could only chance a glance inside, but not much was to be seen. Alchemy sounds greeted his ears, the sort that made him flinch from the cold shudder running down his spine.

Thank the gods those weren’t meant to be used against him…

“Speak,” Heidrun’s voice carried with decent enough clarity.

"The keep is fortified heavily to the west," Thunderbane began. "I noticed a series of watchtowers along the outer perimeter. They're spaced close enough that the guards can communicate using signal flags." His voice was filled with conviction, certain that his discoveries would be crucial for Heidrun to enact her strategy.

“Hmpf…that all?”

Thunderbane’s fingers clenched, but his tone remained moderate. "The main entrance is not an option. A draw bridge lies between us and the gate. Likely enchanted, given the runes etched into the steel studs. But it's the moat that'll be our biggest obstacle. It's deep, filled with water, and…I dare not dwell on what lies beneath the surface.”

“Not much of a swimmer, are you?”

Thunderbane shot a glance at Heidrun, but she remained undeterred from her work, only giving the faintest hint of acknowledgment. Frustration built within, tamed by the breath he took to steady himself.

Do not give in to her ploy. Not now. Not until he reached a position of power.

"The east wall has cracks, some large enough for a man—or a wolftaur—to slip through. We could use that as a potential infiltration point."

“A coward’s entrance. What’s next?”

Realizing he might as well be speaking to a wall, anger surged within him. " Are you even listening, witch?! I risked my neck to gather this information! The least you can do is be responsive!"

The sorceress paused but didn’t turn to face him, her tail flicking dismissively. "I heard you," she said in an offhand manner. "The details are useful, but nothing that gets me shudder with anticipation. You don’t know Belinda as I do."

Thunderbane's hackles rose. "I'm putting my life on the line for this plan of yours! The least you could do is show some respect!"

Heidrun finally turned, her gaze meeting his directly. With a casualness that stoked the flames of Thunderbane’s temper, she strolled out of the watchtower. Even the wolftaur, for all his grandeur, backed away from her determined steps.

"Speaking of putting something on the line, I'll be requiring your... essence for some of the potions."

Thunderbane froze. Disbelief immediately washed away his rage, his hazel eyes awestruck. "What?" he stammered while trying to catch his bearing.

The bovine merely smirked.

"You heard me. Your unique physiology will aid in some specific concoctions I have in mind. Surely you can manage that?"

Thunderbane's growl deepened.

“Oh, don’t be a prude…” Heidrun wove her fingers through her amethyst-tinted locks as she wound around him to reach his behind. “You won’t tell the difference. Feels as good as any cunt you ever fucked.”

“I won’t!” Thunderbane thundered. “What makes you think my seed is just another ingredient for you to toss into your stinking cauldrons?!

“Defensive, are we?” the sorceress stopped in front of him, barely reaching up to his torso. All he had to do was swipe a forepaw at her and mount her. How was that for seed?

“Should I remind you that you’re in no position to bargain, Thunderbane?” Her elegant arms crossed, letting her generous breasts spill over them. “And that I still have…how did you call it…the Will-breaker? I would prefer your cooperation, but no is not the answer I seek.”

Grrrrhhhh….twice-damned, spiritually-rotten, accursed wretch! It was she who far overestimated her hand!

Thunderbane’s snarl lessened. His clenched fists relaxed as the memory of the Will-breaker reminded him of a fate far worse than death. If he wished to gain any advantage over Belinda, he had little choice but to play along with Heidrun's unsettling demands.

Every instinct screamed at him to reject the demeaning request. For all he knew, his seed could very well be the last ingredient she needed for a spell of total domination over his body and soul. And yet…

"Do you think I'm some tool at your disposal? Some beast you can use as you please?" He dropped his words to a low and calculated growl as his head inched forward to meet hers.

Heidrun tilted her head, a sly smirk playing on her lips. "That is exactly what you are to me, Thunderbane; to every sorceress. The only difference between Belinda and I is that I seek to empower you."

She paused to let the offer sink in, eyes narrowing.

"That is right, Thunderbane. This is what I offer; what you always craved for."

His anger surged from such petty delusions. "Do not mock me, sorceress! I am the greatest warrior within these lands! There is nothing more you can give to a living embodiment of pure might!"

“Don’t you wish to be greater still?” Her arm touched his, causing him to recoil with a sharp hiss. “Should the legend of Thunderbane stop here, within our little corner of the world? Is that the full extent of your ambitions?”

With a languid grace, Heidrun circled around while her violet gaze inspected him provocatively. "You're right. I've heard the stories surrounding your exploits. But now I have to wonder, are they tales of a true conqueror or merely exaggerated accounts of a mere puppy?"

Thunderbane's tail arched in a threatening display. "You dare challenge my honor, my very essence as a warrior?!"

She stepped closer, her muzzle inches from his, her breath warm on his face. "Prove me wrong.”

Taunting sweetness laced her whisper, the sort that gave even Thunderbane pause.

Tense silence settled between them. Thunderbane's pride battled with his dignity, yet none fully managed to conquer the other. He had ambitions, yes, but what of the cost? Sorcerers seldom traded power that came with no repercussions, but Heidrun…she really did mean it…

With a contemptuous snarl, Thunderbane snapped. "Fine! I'll give you what you want, witch. But don't think for a moment that this makes me any less than what I am."

Heidrun's smirk widened as a victorious spark flared in her eyes. "That's the spirit, Thunderbane. It's all for the greater good, in the end."

The rhythmic tapping of Heidrun's hooves mingled with the claw patter of Thunderbane’s claws as they entered the stables. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. His bedding was still in the center, where he liked it. The stalls, too, remained empty, save for the widest one in the back.

“Do not worry,” Heidrun cooed as she took the lead. “It’s all been prepared for you.”

Already on edge from the previous altercation, Thunderbane gulped down emptily as they approached that particular stall. He noticed the strange contraption inside, a padded metal bar set against the wall. Cordons equipped with receptacles on their end lay in a heap, their other end leading into a bucket. While Thunderbane didn’t see its contents from here, the similar shape with that of the Will-Breaker summoned cold tendrils down his spine.

"Up you go." The soft trace of authority present in her command left no room for argument as her firm hand she gestured towards the bar. “The bar is far enough from the wall that you can comfortably slip your forepaws through the gap, or…whatever it is that you do when you mount.”

“How about I mount you for demonstration?” Thunderbane mouthed low enough that Heidrun merely quirked a puzzled eyebrow at his mumbling.

Reluctantly, Thunderbane positioned himself in a way that Heidrun deemed acceptable. With his front half hoisted up in the air, most of his weight shifted over to his hind legs. The sensation of just rearing like that without a partner to warm his belly bothered him a bit, yet the padding made it bearable. He lied exposed; vulnerable! Seldom had he felt more uncomfortable, to be put on display for a cow’s perverse enjoyment, but Heidrun's next words caught him off-guard.

"Quite the plump pair of apples you have there, Thunderbane," she commented as her eyes scanning his exposed regions, admiration evident in her gaze. "Nature has truly blessed you."

His ears perked up in surprise. He didn’t expect a compliment, especially not from her. "Let’s worry less about nature’s blessings and focus on the task at hand," he stammered, unsure of how to proceed from this point onward.

A soft chuckle greeted him back, along with a pair of eyes laden with fascination. "You carry yourself with such pride and ferocity…" She winked at him prior to shifting her attention to that area of interest. “No matter who or what you fight for, one can’t help but admire the craftmanship that your body is. The exquisiteness of it…”

Thunderbane, despite the awkward situation, found a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. "Well, I am Thunderbane, witch!" he flexed his voice with returning bravado. “Thousands have fallen before my might, and every species that walks this earth has tasted the enduring strength of my knot!”

The bovine sorceress laughed again, tail flicking playfully. "Indeed they have. Now…how about we put this might of yours to the test?"

Thunderbane's muscles tensed as unexpected warmth enveloped his sheath and balls. It seemed similar to the Will-Breaker, with an elastic ring surrounding its mouth, similar to the lips of a well-trained female.

Rather than jolt on the spot from flooding fear, Thunderbane drew in a sharp breath. It was as if his body knew this wasn’t meant to shame him, but to provide him with a modicum of pleasure while Heidrun gathered all that she was after.

“Comfortable, I take it?” The bovine sorceress petted his inner haunch while setting everything in place. “You can grunt, or moan, or whatever it is you do when you experience pleasure. It’s designed to milk you, just like it milks me. I’ve got quite the wide experience with that, believe me…”

Eyes darting around, he attempted to see what was happening beneath, but the metal bar, along with his specific positioning, thwarted his attempts. There was no denying the sensation, a gentle pulsing massage that drew more and more of his cock out of its hiding.

"There we go…" Heidrun's voice grew exceedingly mellow, as if her fascination with the process drained her of concentration. "Close your eyes if it helps. You’re not leaving until your cock turns white from effort."

Thunderbane’s toes flexed. Claws hooked into the ground to steady him. Light shudders traversed his hindquarters, the muscles of his haunches prone for shallow, instinctive thrusting as his sheath bulged to its limits. He could feel his knot swell and press against the narrow exit of his malehood, the tugs of the milking device too weak to do anything more than just tease him.

"Wha—what is this sorcery?!" he growled in growing distress at how quickly his pleasure levels rose. As his shaft expanded, the mouth of the device expelled his balls, gripping him behind the knot with a firm hold that made the wolftaur howl in surprise.

Heidrun’s teasing voice sailed into his perked ears from behind, "Just a little charm I conjured up. Quite useful for extracting what I need, be it from my own udders or... elsewhere." Her eyes danced with mischief as she appeared from his right, flaunting a smug and satisfied smile.

Thunderbane’s pulse quickened, but not from pleasure. "You're treating me like livestock?!"

"Oh, don't be such a cub," Heidrun cooed, her hand caressing the same foreleg he almost used to bring her down reassuringly. "It's efficient, effective, and judging by those little twitches of your worked-up cock, not entirely unpleasant."

Damned witch! He should have never—

“Grrrhhhh…” came a smoldering growl from deep within him, carrying the weight of his amassed lust. Sorcery or not, his cock wanted to cum. Tight and tense, he could feel himself throbbing and thrusting into the fake grip seizing his length, itching to release his knot into it.

Thunderbane’s growing huffs signified his surrender. Though his limbs quaked from carnal need seeping through his frame, the wolftaur acted on his last figment of dignity by trying to pull away.

The charm's grip, however, was insistent, its suckling motions expertly working his cock into a throbbing frenzy. Teeth gnashed against one another as Thunderbane attempted to withhold his climax; to fight for whatever flickering ember of honor still dwelled within him. The logical part of his mind roared out its desperation at him, reminding him of the sheer audacity of being handled like some common beast. But another, deeper part, one that he hadn't quite acknowledged until now, found an unexpected thrill in the vulnerability; in the sheer sensation of surrendering to the unknown.

His breathing grew uneven. Whatever resistance he attempted to put up began waning with each rhythmic pulse of the cock-suckling device. This was too much—to intense—to still resist.

“Grraarrrh!” Thunderbane’s brow slammed against the padded wall, the claws of his hands piercing through its stuffed belly as his hindquarters began to weave back and forth with fluid movement.

“Fuuuck, I’m…so close to….”

He found it impossible to stop the first spurt. It burst out of him with searing intensity, causing his balls to quake and his sheath to shudder in sheer desperation for more. All he heard was the pounding of his heart interspersed with the desperate scratching of his hind claws. He tried shifting his grip on the bar, alternating between an elbow grip or a simpler one using his forepaws, yet none did the trick.

For some reason, his knot refused to budge, remaining locked within that pocket of flesh too stubborn to let it out.

Heidrun’s enamored giggle forced one of his ears to twitch her way. "I can see that bothers you, Thunderbane. The edge of climax; the inability to have more."

Her words, intended to soothe, only fueled the raging storm of emotions welled within him. The contrast of anger and pleasure, of resistance and submission, warred for dominance, neither fully able to overtake the other. He hated the idea of asking Heidrun for help. That wasn’t him, to require anyone’s assistance to breed!

The rhythmic contractions of the device continued, persistent and teasing. More of Thunderbane's seed burst out of his cock, causing the cord attached to it to lurch from the potency of the rich splash. Each pulse, each caress of the magic-powered contraption made him groan and growl in subdued bliss, the intensity of the experience unlike anything he'd ever felt. There was no warmth of another being, no violent rutting. Just an insistent and ever-present pleasure triggered by milking motions too powerful to belong to any female’s cunt.

Instinctively, Thunderbane’s hips lurched forward, trying to leverage the firmness of his mount’s cunt to slip his knot free from its prison.

The device just moved along with him, keeping his vein-laced cock taut yet unfulfilled.

“Hrrrawwwrrrhhhh!” The wolftaur’s body began to jerk with violent motions as sexual frustration began to amass within him. “Damn this! Damn you, witch!” He howled a growling threat at Heidrun’s content smirk.

His hindquarters moved in a rhythm that nature had ingrained deep within him. But instead of the welcoming warmth and resistance he was used to, there was just...more of the same. The device, always there, matched his pace as a final insult, bent on denying him the depth he craved for.

“Must be difficult for you, isn’t it?” The bovine sorceress rested a hand on one of his forepaws, her uncompromising gaze giving him pause. “Always used to having it your way. Never budging for the sake of another.”

“Grrrhhh…let me—” a sudden contraction forced another wave of seed out of him. “Finish. Properly.”

“Hrmph…I’ll consider it.”

Every. Single. Time. That’s how it was. Whenever he attempted to dominate the situation, Heidrun snatched that opportunity away from him. It was frustrating! Maddening!

Yet undeniably thrilling, to be so thoroughly worshipped between the legs. The contraption’s milking motions lacked the persistent aggression of the Will-Breaker. This was design not to subdue, but to maximize the effect through well-timed clenches and rhythmical shudders.

Thunderbane’s eyelids fluttered with shuttering intent. He was that close to just give up and accept Heidrun’s decision for this milking session. It needed not end with the greatest of climaxes. After all, his seed went to some ambiguous and nefarious purposes, not at all to its intended purpose.

Every now and then, he could hear Heidrun's soft chuckles; the faint rustle of her robe whenever she inspected her doing. Though he couldn’t see her from the angles she stuck to, he felt her presence, her eyes undoubtedly fixated on her grandest prize. Being admired in such a furtive way while also left to the whims of the contraption filled him with the strangest of feelings. Not that loneliness ever bothered him, but…this experience really was something else, to be sucked dry without the faintest moan or feminine gasp.

"It seems you are starting to accept your position." Heidrun's voice broke through his haze. Her tease held a hint of genuine admiration.

Thunderbane's response was a growl, devoid of its usual ferocity. "Release me," he managed to growl out, even as his body betrayed his words by continuing to hump at the air.

“I’ve given you…what you wanted. What was…grr…required.”

"In time," she replied calmly. "I know what I’m doing, Thunderbane. I can’t have you rush into Belinda’s waiting trap. It takes a highly specific lesson to temper your hot-headedness, and I intend to do all it takes to see our mission bear fruits."

He tried.

He tried to fight his nigh unstoppable urge; he tried to resist the allure of the contraption's constant grips and squeezes. But it was like trying to hold back a river with his bare hands. Impossible. Overwhelming.

No.

This wasn’t him, this…mellow pup so easily tamed!

His world narrowed down to the sensations produced by the milker; to the pleasure it provided and the true depth it denied. His grunts became growls, and growls turned to howls as Thunderbane dismounted the bar meant to hold him in the position Heidrun wished him in.

“N—no don’t!” The cow rushed, whipping her arms in short and sudden motions.

Thunderbane howled in unexpected ecstasy. His body reared in its former position to facilitate the flow of seed once again into the provided vessel. He wilted atop that, his forehead pressed tight against his crossed forearms in order to brace against this sudden change.

Immense tightness formed around his knot, the pressure so great it caused it to pop free of its taut hold. With the suckling mouth of the milker reaching behind his knot, Thunderbane’s entire shaft lay exposed to the many ways it had to drain a male dry.

The device seemed to know exactly how to elicit the most potent reaction from his body, tightening and loosening in an orchestrated rhythm that had Thunderbane humping with wild and uncontrolled thrusts.

Seed erupted out of him in potent waves, his cock jerking and throbbing wildly in the sheltering embrace of this damnable contraption. It mirrored a female’s orgasm with eerie accuracy, changing its former shudders to taut and sudden clenches intended to gulp down the immensity of his rich and overpowering ejaculation.

Overcome by unstoppable pleasure, Thunderbane let out a guttural howl that echoed the rawness of his epiphany. This wasn’t just a mere release; it was a cathartic explosion—a culmination of all the pent-up frustration and tension he'd been amassing those past few days.

Time lost its pace and meaning while he ventured through the intricate corridors of inexplicable bliss. His cock, bulged to its limits, unloaded everything his spasm-wracked balls offered to appease the hungry suckling of the device. Like a real cunt, its cord throbbed and shuddered in delight upon receiving his mighty lances of thick, fertile seed, gulping it down with uncanny efficiency.

Thunderbane no longer mounted the support meant to hold him up in a mating position. He slumped atop it, a panting and gasping mess. Weak jerks of his hips accompanied the final spurts of his abundant climax, every little drop sucked into Heidrun’s bucket.

It wasn’t just drops she harvested. An entire layer of seed deposited onto its base, the briny reek nauseating to the sensitive nostrils of the wolftaur. That belonged inside a cunt, not in the open!

Not that he had the energy to complain. In fact, he didn’t have much left in him at all, seed or otherwise.

As the final throbs of his spent cock came to an end, Thunderbane's eyes flickered open to see Heidrun standing next to him. It was only now that he realized his cock was free, with no sleeve or suckling device attached to it. That alone balmed his weary soul that had yet to recover from the nightmarish torture inflicted by that thrice-damned Will-Breaker.

“You spared no prisoners, Thunderbane…” She looked at the harvest she purposefully tilted his way, then back at him, flaunting a smug smile. “This is what I expect from you; why you are here to begin with.”

He did not deign her fit for a response. Let her do with it what she may. His task was done.

"Such potency…" she mused aloud, a hint of awe creeping in her voice while she swirled the bucket to study its contents. "It's going to make for so many powerful enchantments and potions, yes yes…."

Thunderbane's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. He still reeled from the intensity of his climax, disheveled in both body and mind.

"What do you intend to do with it?" he asked on an impartial tone.

Heidrun smirked. Her fingers hovered just above the surface of his pooled essence, almost touching it but not quite. "There are many magics that require the essence of a unique creature, and you, Thunderbane, are among the strongest in the land. Your seed will fuel spells that few can even dream of casting."

A feeling of unease settled in the pit of Thunderbane's stomach. His seed—something so personal—was now in the hands of a sorceress with unknown intentions. The method of extraction, however, had been... pleasurable, to say the least.

"Worry not, wolf. Your contribution will be for a greater cause. As for the method of collection..." she paused to let the slyness of her gaze sink in, "It does not always have to remain the same. There is great variety, should you wish to pursue it."

Thunderbane's ears pinned back with a mix of embarrassment and defiance. "Just ensure it's not wasted," he growled, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing him flustered.

"It won't be," she assured him. Bucket in hand, she set for the door of the stables. "Rest now. You'll need your strength for what’s to come."

Left alone in his private space, Thunderbane slowly descended from the bar, his legs weak and wobbly. The aftereffects of his release hit him harder than expected, yet it was nothing compared to the torment suffered while at the mercy of the Will-Breaker. He took a moment to gather himself; to put his thoughts in order while shuffling in the direction of his bed.

He might have been used, but in the grander scheme of things, it might be for a good cause. Heidrun held the answers to many problems a warrior could not overcome without the aid of magic. Keeping her content through such contributions helped not only further his goals, but also to secure a better position with the sorceress.

“Either she earns me that keep, or my knot finds her cunt. Either way, I win.”

Thunderbane flopped atop his bed with that thought in mind. Fuck his band. Fuck those weak-willed traitors. He had everything he needed right here, right now. Whether he became the lord of a keep or the one who brought Heidrun to her knees—quite literally at that—his name would thunder out in the world brighter than ever.

***End of chapter 3***

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