FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This chapter is a violent, in yiff and not. Here you will find blood, death and fights, bad language and pure cruelty. My duty is to warn you.

But if you want to read, I hope you can like this.

The fight to become king... another step forwards on the route of Destiny

Chapter 2 - Become the alpha male

Killer walked down the stairs, with his mood up to the stars, without any worry for the incoming battle. In fact, he was longing for the fight, hoping for a bloody, hard battle. Bigger the struggle, bigger the fun, and the satisfaction of the victory. For him, it had always worked so...

When he finally entered in the pub, he was so cheerful that he didn't notice immediately the improvise silence dropped in the place at his entry... for the entire afternoon, the pub had been filled up with the deafening screams of lust of Athena and Joy, and now the people in the place was staring at the responsible and they were at the very least astonished in seeing him fresh like a rose.

Killer reached the bench, before notice the strangeness. They were lucky, finding him so benevolent... He contained his reaction to a simple, freezing order. "What the hell are you watching for...? Start doing the usual nothingness again, morons..." He said coldly, and all the crowd immediately distracted the attention from the giant tiger and hurried up into all sorts of other activities, bending down their heads meekly.

The owner of the pub, an old, black, six-feet-tall wolf, behind the bench, was cleaning a goblet with a cloth and a bit of a smile appeared on his muzzle at that. He was probably the one who had understood more of the giant, but he trembled however, when Killer suddenly called him.

"Listen, doggy. First and last warn I give you, so listen it properly. Upstairs there are my girls. They are dead-beat and so they are sleeping... if someone dares to bother them, I'll kill him. And I'll kill you too, doggy. Pray to be killed, if someone tries to climb that staircase to bother them and you don't stop him..." Said Killer fixing his freezing, sapphire glance in the eyes of the wolf.

The wolf swallowed thickly, backstepping on instinct and babbling his answer. "Yes, sir."

"I have made... a little mess, upstairs... Go tidy up the room, but only if they ask you to do it. Otherwise, stay here and defend their tranquillity at cost of your life. Clear, doggy?"

"Sure, sir. Very clear." The wolf answered in a hurry, nodding rapidly as drops of sweat ran down his head.

The wolf had already imagined what hell of mess the giant male had made...it was simple to guess; after an afternoon passed hearing the two girls scream the praises of the extraordinary abilities of the male as lover, and all the other sounds of an incredible ride like that... And it must be all but "little". But he felt however a strange sympathy for that warrior so strangely benevolent despite his huge power. He was far stronger and bigger than the other animals, huger even than his similar, too... but he was strangely... well, he hadn't beaten any innocent in an entire afternoon, something that the tigers of the pack of Griagas weren't used to do.

Killer then walked out of the pub, in the cool night. He knew that his two victims of the afternoon were probably arrived at the Griagas's palace, despite their injuries and the fact that probably he had scared them enough that they had scraped all the way long, and the surveillance had been probably increased to the top levels. No problems. After all, he preferred so. He was longing for that situation... for a good battle.

It was more improbable that there were already offensive patrols on his traces, instead, because of the little time passed from the alarm, but even if there were, he had no fear for himself. His only worry was that an expedition of punishment could be sent against the two vulnerable females who were passed to his part... There was a feeling between him and Athena and Joy, and he had to them also the gratitude for their involuntary help in making him reason and recover the control over himself and his inner darkness. Killer didn't love them, even if they loved him, but he had a sort of... deep affection for them nonetheless. And, yes, now they were his own, and no one else could dream to touch his domain. Never.

The palace of the king, Griagas, was huge. Killer noticed its imposing size at the horizon, in his march towards it. A vast palace of at least four floors, with enormous balconies, long arcades and a thick forest of large, arched windows. All immersed in a vast park with thick vegetation.

The entire palace was enlightened up in the dark night, bright and luminous in the light with his walls and columns of white marble, majestic on the much more modest city around...

Killer was fast, but the distance was great, and he wanted to attack and win before the dawn, and it would have been a difficult thing to do in time... So he almost couldn't believe at his luck when he saw a warrior tiger in a black suit for motorcyclists bent down to tie his powerful motorbike at a street-lamp with a heavy chain. He clearly wasn't intent in searching Killer... He was simply one of the warriors of the Griagas's private army in free exit, most likely. Killer made a grimace of disgust at the thought... a king surrounded by an army of soldiers with the aim not to protect the people and the females of the pack, but to prevent any possible rival from challenge directly him... coward. The doors of the future palace of Killer would have always been open for any challenge.

Killer ran silently behind him, without a sound. It was one of his surprising ability. He was far stronger than the normal tigers, and also much bigger and heavier. But despite all, he was also agiler and faster in his movements, and in the time he had become even much more silent, capable to execute perfect ambushes or to make imperceptible movements, killing his targets in a few seconds, without a sound.

He watched the bike: it was a great and powerful racing beast, much faster than the other vehicles eventually available. Its keel was perfectly modelled, its line aerodynamic and aggressive in its metallic black colour and with the challenging glance of its eye-shaped headlights. Unfortunately, just like many other things, it would have been probably relatively small and uncomfortable for his extraordinary sizes, but he didn't care. It was big enough to be used without too much troubles, and that was sufficient. Especially because he had always loved vehicles like that, and he already adored that bike...

Killer placed his hand on the shoulder of the owner of the bike, who jumped in surprise a bit and turned back immediately, incredulous and scared in not having heard the stranger before. And, obviously, staring at the size of the unknown timorously.

"Who are you, stranger?" He said, moving his hands towards a sheath on the side of the bike. Inside it, there was clearly a heavy shotgun, and Killer didn't miss his movement. Terrible choice for the motorcyclist... with this, he had lost his own already very little chances to come out alive from that situation.

Killer seized his hand brutally, breaking easily his wrist with the strength of his vice-like fingers and a fast, skilled move, feeling the well-known, bloody hunger of fight and kill rise in his body, making his muscles flex powerfully, overwhelming his good mood with the usual, mercilessly fury that he had always had on the battlefield. But he still had the control... he was maintaining the control on himself.

The victim screamed, crying his pain, watching terrorized to the icy sapphire eyes of the white tiger, empty of any emotion, frightening in their merciless coldness, accustomed to the art of the war and of the kill, used to the sufferance... starving for the pain in the victims. The agonizing soldier attempted to hit the stranger with the other hand, throwing a hard maverick towards the giant and trying meanwhile to free his broken wrist from the painful hold of the stranger, but Killer easily made it even narrower, making his shriek and sent him to the ground with a punch on his nose, breaking it easily in an explosion of blood as the maverick was idly avoided with a simple tilt of his head to the opposite side.

The beaten motorcyclist drawn out a handgun from a holster at his belt, but before he could even try to aim it against the stranger, Killer struck his armed arm with a vicious kick, sending the handgun far away in the darkness and easily shattering the bones inside. The soldier fell on his back, crying in agony as tears rolled down his face and he tried to scrape away. "But... who the hell are you...? Take the bike, if you want, but just don't kill me...! Please!" He screamed, throwing with a painful effort the key of the motorbike to Killer, who seized it in the air easily, without a word, only satring at his victim coldly in the darkness. Then, he kicked however another time the agonizing tiger on the ground, sending him easily some metres away, rolling painfully on his shattered body, shrieking in agony. The victim screamed, crying hard, feeling others bones break noisily... He made every effort to speak another time, hoping to be able to calm the huge monster. "What else you want? Take it and let me free! I'll give you everything you want...!"

"I'm death's god, fucktard. And there's nothing you can give me that I can't take by myself." Killer answered coldly, placing a foot on his victim's chest and crushing the shattered body on the ground with enough force to make the bones creak frightening. The tiger on the ground screamed with full voice his own agony and fear, feeling his own ribs creaking and bending under the slowly growing pressure... hoping that someone would have run there and saved him... but no one dared to. For the defeated warrior, the words of Killer were completely true. The stranger was the death. He felt himself falling quickly towards unconsciousness, eyes still opened wide and fixed on merciless eyes of the stranger shining of icy blue light over him in the darkness of the night, but Killer removed his own foot, leaving him panting harshly, trembling in terror, but still alive and almost completely conscious. Killer wanted the fucktard alive, at least for another minute...

"There is an armoury, in this place, little bitch?" The giant white tiger asked coldly.

"There...there's a great armoury, half mile ahead from here, on the main road." The unfortunate answered in a hurry. Obviously, he knew that the armoury was closed at that our, but he didn't dare to say nothing superfluous to the giant stranger, terrorized and shivering to the bone at the thought to make him nervous...

Also Killer obviously supposed that the armoury must be closed at that hour, but he didn't care. The doors closed had never constituted problems for him.

"Thanks, bitch." He said, seizing by the hairs the agonizing motorcyclist, lifting him rudely and slamming violently his back against the street-lamp. The motorcyclist cried in complete agony, feeling his spine near to point of breaking, flashes of light exploding in his vision as blood erupted from his mouth and all the air leaved his lungs violently... but when he reopened his eyes wet of tears of pain, he forget all of that, screaming of sheer terror at the sight of the open fangs of the white tiger.

Killer bit directly the throat, growling, and the screams of the victim ceased immediately, while the frightening canines torn up the jugular and broken in two easily the neck-bone, almost chopping off the head of the unlucky warrior.

Killer closed his own eyes, feeling with a sadistic, well-known pleasure the hot blood spurting copiously on his muzzle, staining his white fur, straining from his mouth...enjoying the short but furious trembling of the victim, and then, the immobility of the death in the body in his hands. He reopened his strong, vice-like bit, letting the shattered body free to fall on the ground in a puddle of blood.

The white tiger stared at this for a few seconds, licking his own lips, tasting the blood of the hundredth victim, and then he went towards the motorbike, caressing the saddle while he brought idly his hand to the handlebars.

Killer inserted the key in the control panel of the bike, and then he seized the chain. He neither made the effort to search the key of the padlock on the bloodstained body; it was an useless waste of time. He simply grabbed the chain and torn it in two with a violent pull, grinning. He had also the alternative to uproot the street lamp, so the chain wasn't a problem... not for one armed with his own brutal strength, at least.

He mounted the bike, turning on the engine and enjoying the long dreamed, powerful roar of a good motorbike. It was passed a long time from the last time he had had the pleasure to ride a motorbike like that, and it was love at first sight, now...

And it was a regret when he descended from it once arrived in front of the armoury, but he knew that probably the way to reach Griagas was blocked by a huge number of soldiers, and he hadn't the time to kill them one by one with his own hands or with his swords. Also because they were probably heavily armed of firearms, and without any scruple on the opportunity to use all their fire power to stop a furious male far bigger and stronger, instead to face him at the traditional, melee way. He had the need of some heavy arms himself to make things faster.

Killer reached the heavy armoured door of the armoury, and he slammed into it a formidable kick, that shattered the door and sent it exploding out from its frame and hinges, slamming into the wall on the other side of the room and then falling down heavily on the floor, making it quake as he looked at that with complete indifference, grinning slightly. Then, while the alarm begun to scream his deafening, annoying whimper in the night, he rested on the threshold, folding his arms and tapping his fingers on his huge, bulging biceps as he waited to see who would have dared to intervene...

In the houses around, many lights turned on, and many peoples opened their windows, searching the cause of that unbearable noise, but seeing that frightening giant and the smashed armoured door behind him, them all returned in their bed in a hurry, turning off every light, as if nothing had happened, hoping to not being killed by the huge tiger that had broke down such a thick door of steel like a sheet of paper.

Killer watched up and down the street, returned again dark, smiling a bit with himself in cruel satisfaction. No one had dared to move a finger out from his house, seeing him. Just as forecasted.

He entered in the armoury, reaching the control panel, and then he simply seized and torn it from the wall, together with a great part of the wiring, dragging many metres of cables out from the wall. The alarm ceased immediately to bore him with his whimper, dying rapidly to silence.

Killer had no worries for the darkness. He had always loved the night. His own formidable eyesight was almost better at night than at daylight, as all the tigers, and even more, because his senses were extremely developed. However, the weapons were kept in armoured fitted cupboard, each with his own independent illumination, behind a thick reinforced glass, so that things were even easier.

Killer broke easily the glass and ripped without a twitch the thick steely chain that kept all the arms joined and ensured to the wall. All expedients perfectly useless against his extraordinary, brutal strength.

He sat down calmly on a stool behind the bench, examining the weapons one by one with all the attentions, valuing them on the large base of experience of a life passed on the battlefields of all the world. He had always loved the assault rifles. He was so huge and so strong that he had always used the heaviest assault rifles like the others, the normal people, uses the handgun, and used the heaviest machine guns, the one that the others use with team of two servants or over vehicles because of their weight and bulk, like the others use the assault rifles. No wonder, so, if he was so effective on the battlefields.

He finally chose a small (for him, but he had chosen the biggest, heaviest and more powerful weapon of that kind in the entire armoury) but effective handgun with a long silver-plated suppressor, thinking that it was useful to have the skill to kill rapidly and silently the strategic targets on his way. But what he had really wanted was a beautiful, huge assault rifle of last generation, a monster of steel dark-green-painted which summarized the capability of varied different weapons.

In fact, it was a powerful machine gun of heavy calibre, capable of very sustained rate of fire, with a huge clip for 70 projectiles, but it had also a powerful grenade launcher mounted under the barrel, with a magazine of six. An optics with a capability of six enlargements and the possibility to restrict the burst to a single-shot-mode made it a fairly good sniper rifle, as well. With the impressive eyesight of Killer, it was however an infallible rifle... He filled with care the clips, always with a bullet less than the real capacity. Another choice dictated by his experience: the spring in the clip is fundamental to pull the rounds in the firing chamber; strain it too much is a sure manner to suddenly find yourself with the rifle jammed in the middle of the battle.

He took also a military, camouflaged bag for the clips. He fixed it on the front of his belt and he filled up it with the major number possible of magazines and grenades for the launcher.

Then he walked calmly towards the door, ready to leave, but he noticed an exhibitor with a lot of sunglasses, and he chose a model. He watched himself in the mirror on the wall, grinning a bit. That sunglasses were really the classic model type "bully" or spy or killer of the movies, with their charm, but also with the unmatched capability to make easily look ridiculous an inadequate bearer... but on Killer, killer of name and fact, placed down, almost on the tip of the bloodstained muzzle, with his own incredible blue eyes watching proudly over the frame, and his physic that could be defined at the very least perfect and threatening, the effect was fantastic. Killer smiled a bit, and then he leaved the shattered place, re-mounted the bike and arranged as well as he could the assault rifle on his shoulders and the pistol at his belt, before start the engine, making it roar at the top of its voice, and leaving again.

Enjoying the caresses of the wind on his muzzle, covered in coagulating blood, he pushed the bike to its best performances, thing that he hadn't could do for a long time. The road was completely deserted, as the village... weird. Killer thought that there had to be a sort of curfew for all the population, tigers excluded, but almost all the tigers likely were at the palace, or in the locals of the capital. All the other people was closed in the houses, probably on imposition, manager of pubs and other places of distraction excluded only to ensure sufficient amusements for the tigers.

Another thing that he couldn't approve. He also had often beaten, killed or only mistreated or humiliated the other species, but always because the victims had irritated him in some way, not just because they weren't tigers. After all, he was likely half lion, of all things, judging from the mane... and he had absolutely no problems with it, so he needed a much better reason to pour his fury over people... Sure, it was the easiest thing to do in the world, make Killer nervous... he was excessively proud and severe, and so he was easily irritable, but it was sufficient show complete submission, and never laugh in his presence, never, to protect the health. And however, he had never thought to steal the freedom of the others. Also because a world of lonely tigers was a little too boring and deserted... He would have preferred to travel on a crowded road, overtaking the others vehicles and maybe starting a few competitions... childish, maybe, but he had always loved compete and win, when he was on a vehicle. And that motorbike was really something full of true power and speed. A double sin, then, don't have at least someone to humiliate...

Finally, he entered in the capital, running at more than 200 miles for hour on the black projectile along the main road, pointing determined towards the palace, under the incredulous eyes of the numerous tigers along the street.

He noticed a few things: of all the soldiers along the road, only a few had understood what was happening. Someone of them fled at the sight of such a muscular, bulky giant, a minority ran towards the palace of Griagas to reinforce the defences there or just to hide himself in a well defended place. All off them admired and envied him for the motorbike and for his ability and familiarity with a similar monster. And, more important, the females admired him lonely, much less interested in the bike. And that was something that Killer had always liked.

Killer turned left in a secondary street before he could reach the main gate of the palace, burning a patrol of soldiers and their bike as if they were motionless, and sowing them easily, then turning right in a alley.

Here, he turned off the engine and parked the motorbike with attention, hiding it as best as he could in a dark space between two block of flats. The wall that ran all around the garden of the palace was in front of him, at the end of the lane, and he walked silently towards it.

Killer had three possibility to enter into the defended perimeter of the palace: first, attack directly and frontally the main gate. Immediately rejected. Stupid thing to do, run towards a heavy, closed gate of steel, probably bordered by cheek points with heavy machine guns that could use him as target for all the time of his charge...

Second, demolish the wall. Easy to do for him, but uselessly noisy. Half of the city was already scared and in alarm, but without information on his actual position. Probably also the soldiers at the palace were by now in alert, but without any idea of the situation. So, why give them clarifications? So, he chose the third chance, jumping over the wall. Impossible thing to do for the normal people, but easy for him, and really stealthy. No one had dared to imagine that someone could really overcome the huge wall and the electrified barbed wire on top of it, and so there weren't surveillance system or patrols along the wall.

He landed silently in the vast garden of the palace, hidden by the thick vegetation and by the complete darkness, and he moved forwards, the assault rifle in the right hand and the pistol in the other. He reached a path of the garden, and here he found the first contact. A few steps ahead from him, a soldier with a shotgun was patrolling the perimeter, walking carefully in the same direction.

Killer reached silently the soldier, and then he seized his muzzle with a hand from behind, and with an expert blow on his nape of the neck with the other hand he killed immediately the target, without a sound, snapping briskly his neck. He lifted the body and concealed it behind a bush in a few instants. Then he noticed a long balcony at the height of the first floor, and he jumped silently on it.

For the moment, it was easier than what he had thought. He walked along the balcony, searching an open window to avoid breaking a large window like those. It would have been noisy like an explosion.

He finally found a passage, but inside there were the lights turned on. He stopped, listening with attention for nearly a minute. Inside, only feminine voices, intent to chat amiably.

Killer entered in the room, a huge bedroom with four beds. A female wearing only a gilded bikini was sat down in an armchair in front of a huge mirror, intent on comb her long, blond hair, just in front of him. Another was lying down in relax on the bed nearer to the window, dressed in a similar manner, and another on the bed successive, also her in bikini. It must be their "ordnance uniform"... Killer approved at least this habit of his rival. All of the three were very attractive, as well, on the model of Athena and Joy and in perfect form, another thing he could only approve. All of them were normal tigers, with shinning, short, orange black-striped fur, two of them with long hair, and one, the female on the first bed near the window, right at his side, had a short hair dryer very nice.

Killer smiled a bit, pleased to have chosen a kingdom so rich of beauties...

The three were staring up at him with understandable surprise, but without fear, despite the sight of the muzzle of the male completely covered by blood. Killer was smiling widely and gently, and he had put away rapidly the weapons, reassuring them with his beautiful sapphire eyes. He just carried a finger in front of his own mouth, inviting them to the prudence.

They smiled, without talking, checking the male with visible interest with their eyes shinning of playful, confident seduction, ascertained easily that he was incredibly bigger than them, than the other peoples... even than their king... and that probably, judging from his huge, toned bulk of muscles, he was much stronger than their king, too.

"What is doing a beautiful male like you, here, at this hour...?" Asked playfully the first girl with low, gentle voice, standing up from the armchair and heading towards him with a provocative glance and a seductive smile.

"I'm looking for your king. Yours friends, Athena and Joy, prayed me to kill him and become king... And I'd like to satisfy them. Something in contrary?" Answered Killer, smiling.

"Absolutely nothing... better still... And then, Athena and Joy have always known their fact and what they want. If they chosen you, it means that you have done something very well, to convince them... apart from being so sexy."

"In fact..." He said, leaving at theirs imaginations what he had done... And from their faces, he understood with a slight grin that they all had probably already imagined the right things.

The female with the short hair made a deep sigh. "Oh, god... I'd really like to try the same things that you did with them, giant..." She whispered seductively, looking up at him with a slow, short lick of her lips.

Killer smiled and walked towards her, sitting down on the bed at hers side. "Honey, you all, Athena and Joy included, are gonna try much more than that, when I'll be king." He said playfully, and then, suddenly, he embraced the female, pushing her down on the bed to lie down under him, tasting her firm, plump breasts with a hand and kissing her hungrily, growling a bit as he mounted her, shadowing her bodies with his own huge, bulky and masculine one.

She opened wide immediately her mouth, replying to his kiss eagerly, but being defeated immediately by his tongue as he attacked decidedly directly towards her throat, hearing him growl slowly and sweetly, feeling his hands stroke gently her breast and caressing slowly the fine triangle of golden silk on her vagina, and then feeling a finger creep into the little-covering bikini bottom, rubbing slowly on her sexlips already wet...

She moaned, passing hers left arm behind the thick neck of the male, purring at that move and stoking his muscles with the other hand, exploring his hills of strength as he flexed under her warm touch...

Killer felt her hand taste his rock-hard chest, and then the still harder, perfect abdominals, dwelling on stroking his abs, trying in vain to squeeze them in their steely hardness... and then the small hand ran on his swollen pants, grasping his still flaccid but huge cock a few times, covering the whole oversized length of the bulge in his jeans, and she moaned of surprise into his mouth, shifting in surprise. He growled with a bit more firmness, opening his eyes, staring with amused dominance into her own opened wide and sparkling of desire and surprise ones.

Killer broke the kiss, still staring at her eyes, and then he bent his head and gave a chaste kiss on her forehead. "I can't remain, now, bitch... I have a kingdom to conquer. Later we are going to have all the fun that we can desire..." He whispered in her ear, and then he stood up calmly. She let him go with great sorrow, rising slowly to sat on the bed, watching him hungrily and licking hers lips.

"What's your name, huge stranger?" She asked, staring at his wonderful blue eyes and making a more than understandable reference...

"Killer. What are yours names?" He answered, looking over the three of them.

"Electra... remember my name, as soon as you'll have the time." The female on the bed answered, smiling widely.

"But sure, honey... I've always had a soft spot for the feminine prayers. And you are a bitch that I'd never forget easily..."

The female of the second bed, now standing near to the first female, still excited for the short but "instructive" show, said that hers name was Elena.

"And my name is Katrine... we have no problem with a foursome... and less than never with you, Killer. Why don't you stay here with us for a bit of serious fun, huh...?" Said the first female, provocatively leaning towards him muscular body.

The male walked towards them and he embraced the two females, ignoring their surprised moans at the contact of their bodies on the huge, flaccid but enormous, hot and powerful cock under his pants.

"I've fewer problems than you, bitches... but now, unfortunately, I have some things to get done. We must wait, for the fun... But, if you know the actual position of yours king, the waiting could perhaps be shorter..." Said the male, caressing their hair.

"I have no doubts that you can defeat him rapidly... I've seen Griagas in the main living room, the last time. He almost surely is still in there. You have to cover the long corridor out from this room, towards the right. Then turn right another time and you'll reach the stairs. Be careful, there is a very narrow surveillance, there. On top of the stairs there is a heavy main entrance in gold. Open it and Griagas will be in front of you. But make a plan, before enter... the guards are surely numerous." Said Katrine. Killer kissed her warmly.

"Thank you. It would have been irritating, if I had to turn upside down the entire palace to find him. Now everything is much simpler" Said the male, ending the embrace.

The three females bowed in front of him, doing homage at their new king. There were very little doubts on his victory... he wasn't a normal warrior... there was something into him that was special.

He smiled a bit, beginning to enjoy the life of the king... that same life that he had thought he don't wanted for a long time. But now, all the things were changed and changing.

"See you soon, girls" He said, reaching the doors and unsheathing pistol and assault rifle, listening with attention all the noises in the corridor before open the door.

A rapid glance in the two directions revealed that the corridor was desert, and the male exited from the room with a fast wave of a hand, closing the door behind him silently.

The corridor was magnificent as the rest of the palace, largely illuminated by luxurious chandeliers of crystal placed at regular distances hanging from the high ceiling, all covered by a wonderful fresco. The floor of marble was covered by an enormous carpet of great value, and the walls at the two sides were interrupted frequently by the doors of what seemed an infinity of rooms, the major part bedrooms for the girls of the pack. The harem of the king... his own future one.

Killer walked rapidly but incredibly silently along the corridor, in the same direction indicated by the female, listening with attention at all the noises, searching targets and trying to paint in his mind a map of the palace and especially of the position of the guards... Only a bit disturbed by the strengthened desire, reawakened by the three females and his short flirt.

Killer perceived the clear sound of a careless soldier in patrol when he was near to the crossing with the second corridor, where he had to turn right. He stopped his movements, leaning on the wall, near at the corner, listening with attention, without make a sound, and almost resetting his breathing and heartbeat as he had learned to look like dead or resist to the worst tortures.

The soldier was surely walking in the corridor at side, advancing towards him, with no hurry. Unsuspecting, and rather unfazed. Killer heard clearly his steps behind his back, across the wall of marble, sounding nearer and nearer. The enemy was too sure of his security... he walked without any caution to not be localized.

When the soldier outstripped the corner, Killer hit him with the cut of his right hand with a hard, upwards aimed blow directly on the nose, easily breaking the bone and sending it directly in the brain, with such a violence that the sliver that a time was the nose of the victim shattered the organ from side to side, threatening even to break also the skull, exiting from the nape of the neck. The death is instantaneous, with this type of blow. Even more if the blow is launched with a similar force... It was one of the favourite techniques of Killer, who had learned it during the short time passed as soldier in the army of his father in Kesteven, before become general and long before leave his homeland, refusing the idea to challenge and kill him to conquer a pack formed by his mother and numerous sisters. He had never approved the ordinary practice of his own race to become alpha male for the own numerous blood-relatives, preferring the idea to conquer new, different packs, rather than rape mother and sisters for his entire, long life.

Killer accompanied the bloodstained body on the ground to avoid the thump in the silent palace, but he couldn't conceal the dead soldier, this time... open a door to get ride of it in a room was a high, useless risk. What could be behind the door? He simply abandoned the corpse in the same place where the soldier had been killed, and turned right as had been advised to.

The second corridor was much shorter than the first, and Killer reached soon the huge, monumental staircases of the palace. For four floors, an interminable stair of marble raised straight towards the huge golden doors of the main living room on top. At every floor there was a large landing from where it was possible to walk into a balcony that turned all around the circular base of the stairwell, apparently built into a tower, and from where a new corridor started on each side. In front to the steps there was an enormous stained-glass window, high exactly three floors, and ending in a sharp arch. on the first floor, the foreground, the base of the window was the monumental double door of the palace.

The stairwell was covered by a bold dome of wrought iron and crystal with an enormous chandelier hanging from the centre. All wonderful and majestic, but for Killer, hidden in the shadows at the entrance of the left corridor of the first floor, the only important thing was the consistence of the surveillance.

On every landing, the guards had placed a heavy machine gun with two servants. A total of at least ten other soldiers, all heavily armed, were in patrol on the balconies, and two were at the sides of the double door of the living room and other two at the entrance of the palace, at the stair's feet. And on a narrow balcony at the base of the dome there was a sniper, the worst immediate threat.

Killer didn't had a sniper-rifle, but he was sure to be able of kill the enemy sniper with the pistol, gaining probably a few other seconds of advantageous invisibility. He pointed the pistol with all the care, aiming directly at the forehead of the enemy, and he fired two bullets, enjoying the low, deadly sounds of the silent gun.

The sniper fell on his back, on the balcony, with the head shattered by the two bullets, despite the notable distance, and before someone could notice any strangeness, Killer emptied the first magazine of grenades of the assault rifle, sending a high-explosives projectile in every machine gun position, and one towards the door of the living room, eliminating the worst threats and a total of ten enemies in a few instants of cold, lucid fury.

Screams of alarm and loud groans and shrieks of agony filled up immediately the stairwell, while the soldiers remained took covers in a hurry, trying to understand what was just happened and find the enemy rapidly, while the wounded cried loud for their agony.

Killer pushed the little button on the side of the rifle, ejecting the empty magazine and replacing it with a full clip of new grenades, eyes fixed on the two soldiers that were at the entrance, and that now were running on the steps, climbing towards the battlefield.

From the entrance, other soldiers were arriving, called to the battle from their positions in the garden, and they were now advancing rapidly in groups, supplying cover between them as they tried to find the enemy that had attacked.

Killer pulled another time the trigger, sending a grenade on the steps. The grenade launcher don't produces recoil, and neither eye-catching flames at the moment of the fire, but only a little "pop" and a bit of smoke, and it's incredibly effective, when used properly. Something that he was a master at.

The HE projectile exploded on the stairs, sending back three warriors shattered in a lake of blood, directly towards their fellow-soldiers, scaring them and throwing them too to the ground, rolling down the steps, but Killer had to jump towards the other side of the corridor, because a soldiers on the balcony at the second floor, in front of him, had localized his position, and watered it with a long burst of his assault rifle, shouting loud to everyone his discover.

The white tiger brought the rifle at his eyes and shot a short burst well aimed in answer as fast as he stopped himself in a crouch, killing the soldier at the very first shot. Then he had to leave again the position, by now discovered, and under heavy fire of suppression, hearing also other soldiers run towards him from behind his back, coming from the corridor.

Killer ran out, bended as much as possible behind the cover offered by the parapet of marble, shooting a tempest of projectiles and grenade towards the soldiers on the steps as he held the rifle with a hand over the shelter, enjoying the insane pleasure of the kill, and of the risk of being killed, when the adrenalin runs in yours veins, when your ears are filled with the sound of your shoots, of the enemy shots, cries and shouts and also with the frightening sound of the enemy's bullets whistling near you or ricocheting all around you...

The white tiger reached rapidly the landing, hitting with his elbow a scared and incredulous soldier arrived at the top of the first ramp of the steps covered by the blood of many other soldiers in the same moment he did, and too slow and terrified to face the huge stranger with the icy sapphire eyes.

The frightening spike-bones of the elbow of Killer hurt deeply the poor soldier, tearing most of his chest and a large portion of his neck to pieces, dangerously near to the throat, and sending him easily in the air, until he fell on the largely damaged steps, over other soldiers that were running up. The white tiger, unfazed, ran on the second ramp, killing a soldier with at least four bullet of the pistol, and shooting other grenades and long bursts behind him with the assault rifle.

The guard was in complete confusion, and the chaos doesn't help when you are in front of a furious giant heavily armed, merciless and much more able and expert than you with weapons and war...

Two other soldiers, arriving from his two sides on the third landing, tried to stop him, but he avoided their bursts with an impressive jump. He landed precisely between them, stretching out his arms and hitting the two with his brutal strength, roaring.

"Out of my path!" He growled, while his fists hit the rear of the neck of the soldiers, breaking easily their neck bones and sending far away the two corpses, sending them to roll lifelessly on the steps.

Killer jumped easily entire ramps of the stairs, landing soon on the last landing, in front of the still closed door of the main living room, in the little crater made in the floor by his grenade.

Here he laid down, hiding himself as much as possible into that hole as bullets continued to ricochet madly into the floor and walls around him, bringing the optic of the assault rifle at his eyes with a growl and aiming at the isolated soldiers that were shooting towards him from all around and killing them with short bursts, one after the other, with amazing speed and accuracy. Then he reloaded the pistol and the rifle, and he suddenly rose on his feet to bury with an impressive wave of projectiles and grenades the soldiers that were chasing after him on the steps, emptying the magazines and slaughtering the disordered, scared, madly charging soldiers.

It was a massacre, but a pair of soldiers managed to reach the position of Killer. The last thing done in their life.

Killer attacked them furiously, running into them with his impressive weight and huge form, and killing one of the two immediately as he hit him with a terrible punch at the head, surely broking the skull, and sending him against the parapet with such force that the corpse broke it and fell down for four floors. The second, sent to the ground probably with many bones broken by the sheer impact against that colossus of muscles and power, tried to rise to his feet, aiming his light assault rifle against the white tiger, shaking in terror and agony.

Killer was ready to disarm him, but he stopped his hand, understanding that the rifle of the enemy was irremediably jammed...

The soldier, trembling as a leaf, was trying desperately to shoot to the enemy, pulling continuously and uselessly the trigger, stepping backwards uncertainly on his trembling, damaged legs, eyes opened wide on the raider tiger, fully armed, blood stained and almost four feet taller than him and infinitely bulkier with stronger, huge, bulging muscles and much more skilled and self confident. Surely it was a very bad moment of his life.

Killer folded his arms, staring with an amused, frightening and malicious smile to the unlucky soldier, chuckling a bit. It was a ridiculous sight, a soldier with an aggressive black uniform, with iron-punches on his hands, and a formidable sample of heavy chains and other hardware for brawls all over his athletic form, surely accustomed to the fight, scared to the point that he was neither able to think that the rifle was jammed, continuing to pull the trigger and backstep in terror.

Killer reached the soldier, immobilizing him easily as he grasped his shoulders, and, shaking playfully it like a shrub; he snatched the rifle out of his hands.

"You have jammed it, shit..." Killer said in a low, darkly amused voice, with an obviously fake friendly note, his muzzle crested in a frightening sneer of amusement. He grasped the arming lever, pulling it back strongly. The stuck projectile jumped out of the rifle, landing some feet away with a metallic sound on the marble.

"Seen?" He said playfully. Then he bent the rifle with a growl, until break it easily in two useless parts.

The soldier was terrified, motionless in his panic and in the painfully grip of the white tiger that was shattering his shoulders with the strength of a vice. He thought that his clavicle must have by now crumbled, but he was so scared that he didn't cared in the slightest, feeling the pain from a huge distance, as if it wasn't neither in his body...

And suddenly, with a growl, Killer hit him with a punch in the stomach that lifted him easily a pair of feet into the air, making him release painfully all the air in his lungs in a woosh, fainting immediately, weakening in a crumpled, boneless heap before on the arm of Killer and then sliding on the floor.

The white tiger got ride of the magazines almost empty, replacing them with new, full clips, and then he grasped for the nape of the neck the fainted soldier, lifting him like a cub, passing his muscular, huge left arm under the chin of the enemy, holding the unconscious body in front of his own and using the defeated warrior as living shield.

Killer reached the heavy, golden double door of massive, chiselled wood, covering himself with the fainted soldier, aiming the assault rifle with the other hand, and he easily broke down the door without hesitations with a powerful kick.

The main living room was impressive. An interminable rectangular room, high two full floors, and covered with an impressive ceiling of crystal and wonderful wrought, black iron. A large balcony, between the first and second floor of height, turned all around the room, placed on a beautiful, classic colonnade, making seem the living room almost a cathedral.

Placed about at the three quarters of the length of the room, in front of Killer, there was an huge chair-recliner of gold and red velvet, while nearby was a small circular table, also it of gold, covered of bottles of crystal full of whisky and wine and golden goblets. On the wall in front of Killer there was another door, twin of the one he had just shattered.

Killer walked slowly and carefully from the door to the wall at his side, ensuring to have a solid and secure wall behind the back, and not an open door from where people could open fire against him... surely there were other soldiers, in the palace. And a burst in the back is never a good thing.

He aimed the assault rifle towards the chair-recliner, fingers on the two trigger of the weapon.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your happy hour, Griagas. But I'm quite of the idea that you don't want to accept my challenge, if I don't force you to..." Killer said with ironic, teasing voice, grinning widely as he caught in his eyes the figure of his rival.

Griagas was standing in front of him, near to the chair, armed with a heavy assault gun, but without grenade launcher, wearing a black t-shirt and pants moulded on his muscular, strong body and with an aggressive, irritated sneer on his muzzle.

Killer had to change his mind about Griagas. He was a visibly strong male, high probably at least 13 feet, with a much more powerful body than all the other males that he had seen before, except his father and some of the larger comrades he had had in Kesteven. And Griagas was largely covered of scars, signs of numerous, victorious battles. One, in particular, crossed his forehead from left to right, as far as his right eye. As all the tigers in that zone, also Griagas had a short, orange, black-striped fur.

Killer noticed the strong fangs and the proud glance, and the perfect condition of his body, without a pound of superfluous weight, but all muscles and strength. At his neck, he had a nice looking necklace from which hung a golden bullet of an assault rifle... He surely wasn't a faggot, despite all... he looked like a strong warrior and he surely had experience.

At his side, there was a beautiful female in a luxurious bikini of gold and precious stones, with long, fine veils of silvery-silk coming down from hers hips towards the ground and a formidable mane of hairs so orange and shinning to seem polished copper sneaking down her back to her waist. She was surely the queen, the favourite girl of Griagas. A female of great beauty, but for some strange, incomprehensible reasons, Killer didn't like her that much. Physically, she was beautiful... but something in hers was irritating. Maybe hers haughtiness, or the fact that she seemed completely on the side of Griagas, the male that had given her that status of grace, with the total respect and veneration of the other females and the submission of the males of the pack, all at hers service without can touch her neither with a finger. It was the first time that a female showed so little interest for him, an interesting new phenomenon. Killer was used to be rapidly drooled over and approached by females, after all.

Her green eyes betrayed only a lightning of surprise and curiosity, maybe also a little desire, in front of his huge, muscular and powerful form... but she tried to show only cold indifference, and did it with notable success, as well.

Killer made a sneer of merciless, amused satisfaction. Better so... a challenge much more interesting, and with an unexpected prize. He had just a reawakened desire for a savage, vicious rape...

"There is absolutely no need that I accept your challenge... your situation is desperate. Tell me your name, so I can add it to the list." Answered Griagas, aiming towards him his rifle. Suddenly, at least thirty soldiers reached the balcony, on the two sides, pointing their weapons towards Killer.

"Killer." Growled coldly the white tiger, watching slowly the formidable group of rifle pointed on him from both sides.

"You have no possibilities to exit from here alive, Killer. I want you to surrender."

"I'm not a guy that surrenders... And you have less chances than me to leave this room alive." Killer said back calmly, his cold, freezing blue glance focused on the rival.

Griagas laughed, imitated by his soldiers. "Oh, sure... and why, if I can ask?"

Killer had always hated hear people laugh of him, but he didn't pull the trigger, this time, only because his loyalty was major of his fury.

"I've a shield, 6 grenade and 70 projectiles ready to be fired, and the fingers on the trigger. If I pull it, well... you are going to become dust, probably with a large number of your soldiers before I go down. I've always thought that my death had to be something impressive and bloody..." He growled, with a merciless, darkly amused sneer on his blood stained muzzle.

Griagas stared at the giant in front of him, at his rifle aimed and ready. The stranger hadn't lied, and his incredibly blue eyes, proud and cold, weren't the eyes of one that doesn't do what he says. "Killer, you can't be serious. Your death would be useless. You'll be dead, before can try the life of the king. Surrender, and maybe I'll let you live and try to gain your place another day, somewhere else." The certainty of the alpha male was already much reduced. Killer heard that clearly in his voice.

This time was Killer to laugh. "What taste has the life, without the risk of die? But you have another choice possible. Challenge me. A loyal challenge, you and me. Swords and strength only, at the old, traditional manner to become king."

Griagas growled, irritated. The stranger had obviously a strength formidable, surely better than his past rivals. But a rapid reflection confirmed that there were no other ways possible. Before succeed to kill that giant, he and probably more than half of the soldiers in the room would have been killed. The six grenades alone had all the power necessary, and more...

"Ok. I accept your challenge. Put down your rifle and let free that... that sack of shit." The king growled, pointing with a finger to the soldier-shield and making a grimace of distaste.

"Are you thinking that I'm born this morning?" Growled Killer in answer, cold in rage and determination. "Order to your soldiers to put down their weapons and go out, far away from my balls. Then, we will put down our rifles together. You have my word of honour that I'll do nothing, if you will be loyal as well."

Griagas assented, growling of irritation and snorting in exasperation. "Do what he said."

Killer watched the soldiers put down their rifles and then leave the balcony with a satisfied smile. Also the queen left the room, but by the door at the other end of it, leaving the two males alone.

Killer let fall on the ground the pistol from his hand under the chin of the prisoner. "Well. Now we can get ride of those rifles. Together."

"You also have my word of honour." Said Griagas calmly.

The two slowly put down their weapons, staring each to the other with attention. Then Killer let free the still unconscious body, who felt heavily on the floor as the two stood up each in front of the other.

The white tiger walked towards the smaller alpha male, ready to fight, with his hands already on the handle of his two twin swords, but Griagas gestured calmly towards the door at the end of the room.

"If we have to fight, at least let's do it in the right place..."

Killer assented, walking side by side with the king towards the double door, curious, but whit his usual prudence, ready to react to anything the doors could hide.

When Griagas finally opened the heavy barrier of carved, golden wood, Killer made a little whistle of approbation. "Good... I've always dreamed to fight once more in a place like this..." He said simply, grinning.

They were on the top of a huge, straight staircase of marble, surrounded by the terraces of a huge circular arena covered by an audacious dome of crystal. The circular battlefield, at the centre of the arena, was illuminated day-like by the full moon from the dome and by the lights of tens of lights together, and it was covered with a thick layer of sand. Two enormous columns were in the centre of the arena, at a distance, by one to other, perfect to tie up a warrior between them... Killer smiled a bit. Probably, Griagas was hoping to be able to tie him up...

The queen and four other females were already in the centre of the battlefield, waiting for the two rivals to come, and from three other stairs, one placed at each cardinal point of the arena, the rest of the pack, females and males, were walking towards their places on the terraces.

Killer and Griagas walked down the stairs side to side, until their feet met the soft, dry and warm sand of the arena. Then they reached the opposite sides of the battlefield, staring each to the eyes of the other, Killer calm, self-confident and almost happy, Griagas with a deep concentration, and also with a visible worry... the white tiger bent for a moment, taking a handful of sand in his large palms and then rubbing his hands together, as he was used to from the times when he fought his father and the warriors of Kesteven in the arena of his home for training. The sand would have made his grip stronger and more reliable on the handles of the swords, even when fluids would have started to drip.

The queen meanwhile reached his king, holding out to him a formidable weapon. Killer had always had a passion for the weapons, and his experience about them was formidable. And he had to admit that the sword of Griagas was a very dangerous weapon.

It was an heavy sword with two blades, each long at least 4 feet, with an only handle in the middle, between the blades, and it was clear that Griagas had an huge experience with that sword when he grasped it easily from the hands of his tired queen, visibly happy to be free from that notable weight, and twisted it rapidly once in a windmill in his fingers, as if for find a well known feeling with its handling.

"Body search..." Ordered the king with cold, almost bored voice, and the four females walked towards Killer, beginning to touch his body to find possible hidden fire-arms. Killer smiled, letting the females search him as he folded his muscular arms and stared at them to catch in his eyes all of their beauty and interest for his huge, muscular body. They did their work with great interest and commitment, dwelling on him for a long time, so much that Griagas, irritated, growled coldly "He's clear?".

"Yes, sir. Clear, sir." Answered one of the females in a hurry, abruptly taken back to the reality. They slowly let go the white tiger, smiling widely up to him. Killer answered winking to them. "See you later, girls..." He whispered in a tone loud more than enough to be heard by Griagas.

The king growled louder. "Are you ready or not, tuft?"

"When you want. I'm waiting for you..." Answered Killer, still waiting to unsheathe his swords and moving away from his eyes a thick tuft of his shinning, white mane, staring at the eyes of Griagas, valuing him and trying to predict his moves.

The king attacked immediately with a dangerous sink of his blade forwards, pinning the point of the blade towards the chest of Killer, who moved rapidly out of the way, unsheathing one of his twin sword and trying to hit Griagas with a sabre-cut directly at the height of his neck when he went past his side in the impulse of the attack.

But Griagas bent rapidly down, and Killer had to jump some feet away to avoid a sabre cut of the posterior blade of the sword of the rival, moved with grace and skills. Griagas attacked another time, growling, slashing with his sword in an upwards arched motion, but finding on his way the sword of Killer, ready to parry the blow. The two blades clashed one into the other with a loud, metallic scream, and the two warriors stared each at the eyes of the other during that duel of strength. Griagas gritted his fangs, trying to snatch the sword out from the hand of the white tiger, but there was no way to. Killer was far stronger than him, that was rapidly cleared.

Griagas attempted then with a strong punch aimed to the abdominals of the rival, but the other warrior intercepted his blow, closing his fist in his own larger hand and immediately making narrower his strong hold on his hand, his fingers crushing like vices. Griagas just managed to free his hand, with a suffocated, but still loud grunt of pain, before the white tiger could crumble all of his bones. The stranger had a strength that he could define at the very least incredible. Another moment and every bone of his hand would have been a memory.

An improvise movement of Griagas backwards on his legs become a deadly sabre-cut of the terrible sword towards the crotch of Killer, who jumped back and rolled on his back in the sand, standing up with an easy leap at distance of security. Griagas attacked immediately another time, pointing the sword directly to the muzzle of Killer, but he avoided the blow also this time with an easy move to the side. Then Killer had to nullify a clever froissement of the rival: the blade of Griagas slid on the sword of Killer, opening with the force a way to hit, but the white tiger was too strong to give in... Better still, he side stepped with agility and amazing speed and answered with a strong, rapid sinking of his own blade, that Griagas avoided just for a puff, deviating it with his own blade as he sidestepped away.

Killer smiled a bit. Griagas was really a skilled fencer, and he had to admit this with satisfaction. The fight was really pleasant for him.

Griagas panted harshly a few times, staring with hatred at the indefatigable, fleeting white tiger, wondering on how much he was strong and still amazingly agile despite the bulk of his muscles and then he jumped towards the rival another time. But this time Killer answered immediately, jumping forwards with a charge himself and hitting powerfully the sword of the rival with his own, growling loud as he almost snatched the weapon from the king's hands. Until that point, he had let Griagas free to lead the fight. But now, it was time to answer and show some of what he was able to do.

Killer attacked Griagas, keeping him under pressure, and obliging him to the defensive moves, beginning to find some leaks in his defence. His superior strength and agility were taking the upper hand...

Killer hit the sword of Griagas with such force with his own that the rival was forced to lower it, opening the way for a strong punch directly on the muzzle that sent the king heavily on the ground, skidding backwards in the sand and bleeding from mouth and nose, howling in agony for a moment.

The white tiger suspended his attack, giving generously to the rival the time to get over the blow, but Griagas, dried the blood on his muzzle with the back of his free hand, suddenly grasped something from under his t-shirt. Killer caught sight of the strange more and prepared himself to react to whatever threat it could be and when Griagas launched the object, he immediately understood what it was... he jumped back to safer distance, closing his eyes behind the sunglasses, when the Flash-Bang grenade hit his past position, making a deafening rumble and a blinding lightning as it blow up.

Killer growled, losing for a moment the use of his sensible ears as a loud whistle echoed in his mind with the strength of punches, but fortunately he had saved at least his eyesight. When he opened his eyes, Griagas was jumped towards him, and his sword was lowering on him as the king seered in triumph.

Killer deviated the blow with his sword, but the sharp point of the enemy's blade made a fine, linear, almost surgical wound downwards on his left eyes, causing him a fine scar that began on his forehead and continued on his eyelid, as far as the upper part of his cheek.

Killer roared, hitting the rival with a formidable blow with his left knee, tearing a large part of his abdominals, striking deeply in him with his frightening spikes, and sending Griagas to slam heavily with his back against the wall of the first terrace, at several metres of distance.

The king hit the wall with his back, and fell forwards in the sand, with a harsh, loud cry of pain, hands going to cover the shattered, bleeding, once-chiselled with muscles belly.

Killer arranged another time his sunglasses on his muzzle, passed a finger on his wound and then watched idly the little drop of blood on it, unfazed.

"It's the first time that someone succeed to hurt me. Congratulations..." He said, without protest for the disloyal move of the rival.

Griagas rose slowly from the sand, the free hand on the deep, bloody tear in his belly, with a loud grunt. He had obviously hoped to cause far more damages to the white tiger and instead he had suffered a very bad wound himself.

Killer walked towards him, unsheathing also the second of his twin swords. Griagas raised his defence, weakened, answering as best as he could to the stronger attacks of the rival, who was obviously well accustomed to the fight with his two swords. The movements of the white tiger were rapid and elegant, and also deadly powerful.

The defence of Griagas began to give in as he panted and hissed in agony and growing fear and more and more often Killer overcome it, hitting him with sinks or with terrible punches and kicks of his own.

Finally, Killer closed the Griagas's blade between his own swords and he snatched it from his hands with a fast, precise move upwards, sending the largely wounded rival in the sand and the weapon landing heavily in the sand some feet away. The white tiger bent down to hit the rival the last time, but he noticed a suspect nod of Griagas, and he jumped immediately away, landing on the top of one of the two tall columns with an amazing jump.

Just in time. Two long bursts of projectiles upset his past position rising a cloud of sand and dust as the long rounds smashed in the ground. Killer watched rapidly to the two side of the arena, finding immediately in the crowd two soldiers with two light machine guns placed on the parapet of the first terrace, one for side, and he immediately hurled his twin swords towards them with a roar.

The two soldiers died immediately with a death-rattle when the swords pierced with frightening precision their throats, sinking in their necks to the handles. The crowd screamed loud in fear and horror at that, as the two soldiers fell face first against the structure of marble.

Killer, until then, took fully by the thrill and concentration of the fight, had almost forgotten the crowd, but now he could heard again the screams, the applauses... He noticed the sand in the arena, under him, largely covered by blood... he had always dreamed this, the real thrill of the fight, in the right place. For long time he had missed that world... his world.

He noticed Electra, Elena, Katrine and other females sat down in the first terrace. They were staring at him, smiling and screaming encouragements for him that he couldn't hear in the mixed roar of the crowd... But he smiled a bit with himself nonetheless, noticing that the females were already all "fans" of him, and seeing the males upset and frightened. The conquest of the pack was already almost complete, despite the fact that the king was still alive... the victory lacked only of his bloody and spectacular conclusion.

The queen, sat in a monumental podium in front of him, on the first terrace, was also staring at him, but with worry and irritation. Probably she was feeling that her luxurious life of queen was near to its end. Killer smiled playfully to her, thinking at a very different way to use that beautiful but quarrelsome girl... Then he jumped another time in the battlefield.

"Tell me the truth, Griagas... Loyalty is not yours best point, huh...?" He said, unsheathing his heavy, eight-feet-of-blade gladius.

The king, by now a mask of wounds, blood, livids and broken bones, was another time standing on his feet, panting harshly, with his sword another time ready in his hands as he trembled. But he had no really other forces to stand up seriously any more against that giant and his frightening, huge sword.

"I've always thought that in the fight there are no rules." Griagas said in a raw, hoarse voice, his mouth full of his blood.

Then he tried another desperate attack, but Killer ended it immediately with a sabre-cut of his sword, which broke easily the blade of Griagas, and with a punch that sent to the ground the king.

"Then you surely will have nothing against what I'm going to do..." Killer whispered maliciously to him, taking off from his wrists the two long, heavy steel chains that he had always worn as armbands and tied with the wrists of the exhaust king as he weakly and uselessly struggled, pathetically trying to push away his huge, powerful muscular body.

Then Killer lifted Griagas as a puppet, and tied the free ends of the chains to the two columns, hanging the king between them as a crucifix.

"What... what you want... What are you doing...?" stammered the almost fainted Griagas, shaking violently in terror.

"Just have a little fun... Watch and enjoy the show." Answered Killer in a dark voice, licking his own lips and smiling sadistically in front of the ex-king. Then, he suddenly jumped on the podium of the queen, covering without effort the height of at least 40 feet of the first terrace.

He landed in front of the queen, and two soldiers tried to stop him, without much luck. Killer sunk immediately his sword in the chest of the first, all the eight feet of the blade, passing him easily from side to side in an explosion of blood, and sending the corpse fell in the arena with a violent sabre-cut in the air. Then the white tiger grasped the second soldier for the right arm, broking his wrist easily. The rifle fell immediately from the hands of the warrior, but it wasn't a real problem, because Killer reached mercilessly his neck, tearing it whit a frightening bit of his own, growling and lifting the smaller enemy in the air with the lonely strength of his fangs, slamming the body like a rag doll as he rocked his own head from side to side. Then he made narrower his bit, and the body fell on the ground in a lake of blood, while the head fell down in the battle field, leaving behind itself a thick tail of blood before sink in the sand with a low, gloomy thud.

Killer, with a large part of his powerful body covered by his victims's blood, walked towards the queen, walking on the corpse beheaded, staring at the terrified eyes of the queen, huddled on the huge gold throne and squeezing with her hands the armrests so strong that the wooden, golden throne cracked noisily.

She was trembling like a leaf during a tempest, even her covered widely by the blood and gore of the soldiers so savagely killed in front of her. Her green eyes were opened wide on the bloodstained giant, on his powerful body, on that muscles frightening for size and power. And also on his by now completely red-of-blood muzzle, on those blue eyes so beautiful but so frightening in their actual, lucid, merciless coldness.

Killer was in the euphoria of the fight and of the victory. Lucid, but merciless and starving. It was always so, on the battle field. Blood calls always other blood. And now he had the strong desire to take hard the queen. To rape her. Dominate her and use her body to please his own. And the screams of the crowd, a lot of them of bloody enthusiasm, too, were only an incentive. Especially the desperate scream of Griagas...

Killer reached the queen and sheathed his sword, lifting then her easily and with a strange kindness, holding her in his powerful, hugely muscled arms. She screamed, trying to fight against him, but it was perfectly useless as she kicked and punched at his titanium hard, sculptured musculature. She had absolutely no possibility. The white tiger simply ignored her weak and useless attempts to hurt him, almost neither feeling her pulling his mane, and jumped in the arena. Here he put the queen on her feet, but grasping her left shoulder. Without brutality, but with a force more then sufficient to immobilize the smaller female.

"No, Killer... please, not this. Kill me, before. I can't watch this..." Begged Griagas in a weak voice.

Killer watched him coldly. Surely, if he would have fought and lost with honour and loyalty, Killer would have accepted that prayer. But the disloyalty had always erased every compassion from his spirit, feeding instead his cruelty. He had always admired and rewarded the bravery, the loyalty. With no pity for the others.

"Shut up, shit. And watch this... I think that you could probably end up liking this almost as I'll do, worm, despicable as you are..." He growled with disgust, before spat in the sand in front of the tied rival. Then he turned his attentions on the female, too scared even to scream or cry. She was simply fallen silent, staring at the frightening giant, sobbing silently and uncontrollably.

"Show your body to your new king, little bitch..." Killer said as he calmly reached her, moving his large hands up to stroke and grope the huge, beautiful breast of the queen under the desperate eyes of Griagas, not caring to please her... but only to satisfy his own urges.

She rapidly obeyed, getting ride of hers precious bra and then, slowly, with visible embarrassment in doing this in front of the entire pack, she lowered her bikini bottom, remaining completely naked in the centre of the arena, staring at the new king with fear and with her cheeks red of embarrassment.

Griagas bent his head, closing his eyes and gritting almost painfully his teeth, but Killer immediately hit him with a formidable slap. "Maybe you are deaf... I've ordered you to watch all the show..." He growled, grasping the shattered muzzle of the ex king in his right hand and bringing back his glance over the naked queen. Griagas eyes trembled as they filled up with tears or shame, terror and useless rage.

The males on the terraces in the arena, were suddenly incredibly noisy. They had never seen the queen naked, even if they had always desired it so much, and now, in a mix of admirations for hers body and revenge for years of slavery, they were screaming filthy compliment and whistling.

The queen was scared and embarrassed, naked under their glances... but, surprisingly, Killer roared, watching furiously the crowd. And the males returned immediately silent, crushed again to their place, to their forced submission. He clarified immediately the reason to the queen, who had watched him with a bit of gratitude in her eyes still a bit too haughty for his flavours.

"No one else can say or do nothing on my domain, don't make illusions..." He said, waving to the four females that before had searched him. They reached immediately him, with a deep curtsy and wide smiles.

"Two of you... immobilize her. The others... undress me. I want to give a lesson to this bitch..." He said, watching sadistically the terrified eyes of the queen, hammering his huge sword at his side in the sand and unhooking his belt, hurling it away. The four girls obeyed with enthusiasm, especially the two that managed to take the welcome task to free Killer from his far-too-tight pants... The two females that grasped the arms of the queen were visibly envious.

The male explored attentively with his hands the beautiful body of the scared queen, ignoring her protests, and enjoying the slow, timid movements of the hands of the two females on his crotch until they finally succeeded to free him. Then he smiled largely, stroking and squeezing roughly the breasts of the queen, seeing her face transformed in a mask of surprise, fear and incredulity, and hearing the strange sound that born from her throat, a mix of a sigh and a gulp, at the sight of his hugeness as his pants and boxers were delicately pulled to his ankles and he stepped out of them with a wide grin. He heard clearly that not only the queen and the four females near him had shown surprise, anyhow. All the crowd on the terraces had released clear, loud signs of understandable surprise at the sight of the extraordinary measures of his still flaccid cock, absolutely un-aroused still but already immense, which was now hanging proudly past his knees like a dangerous, black python... Despite brave attempts, the pack didn't manage to hide its impression, fear, amazement... its desire.

"Huh, not so bad..." Said Griagas, in a voice and with a defiant face that wanted obviously downsize the figure of the rival.

"Oh, sure... because you are better, huh? Answered playfully Killer, amused, grinning maliciously. "Is he better?" He asked to the queen, as much ironic. The female tried to hide the obvious answer, bending hers head and closing her eyes, and he laughed a bit. He grasped delicately hers muzzle, bringing back hers glance over himself, grinning amusedly. She watched him, and hers eyes answered for her, but she didn't talk. "Is this a no?" He asked playfully and teasingly.

Then he suddenly extracted his sword from the terrain and cut with an incredible fast and precise sabre-cut the belt and the black pants of the ex-king, re piercing then immediately his sword in the ground in a lonely, perfect and elegant move. He glanced to the growling Griagas with a large, ironic sneer on his muzzle.

Griagas was almost naked, still wearing only a tattered, blood stained t-shirt, and was surely excited, against his will, maybe more than the same Killer. His pink cock was completely erected already, throbbing as thick veins pulsated on it with heat. Even if of sizes considerable, surely unusual, there was absolutely no possibility of competition with the hugeness of Killer.

"I think this is an unequivocal no..." Said Killer, slowly and playfully, amused by the situation. "As I've said... lying, disloyal and... disgusting. I'm going to rape your queen, and you like the idea... you like seeing your queen climb to lap on this mighty cock of mine..." The white tiger spat on the muzzle of Griagas, watching him with sincere disgust and darkly amused, complete dominance as he stood in front of him in the full glory of his sizes, folding his powerful, huge-with-muscles arms and letting to everyone time to leer and drool over his immense, domineering even if still un-aroused obsidian penis.

The comparison between the at least three feet of the huge, thick, veiny and still flaccid black cock of the white tiger and the almost two feet of length of the ex-king fully erected was easy and absolutely no flattering, for Griagas. The females remembered him of that noisily, shouting in ecstatic desire for the new male... And the males of the pack reminded him largely and noisily that he was the loser, giving great voice to their irony. The law of the defeat. Griagas knew well that. For a lot of time, he had been in the position of Killer, after all... He knew, with irritation, that the males of his pack were all inferior to him under all the aspects, and he had a huge wish to remind them of that, but he remained motionless, trying to show his best indifference instead, in order to not suffer other blows from the hulking white giant. But his attempt to maintain his lost pride in front of the pack was at the very least ridiculous... he was naked, covered of wounds and with more bones broken than safe, hung at one foot from the ground like a salami and with his muzzle largely covered by the spittle of the winner. His rival was being worshipped and licked by four of his females, his queen was gonna become the sex toy of the winner and the new alpha, worst of all, was hung more than a foot longer when flaccid than him fully, painfully erected like in that shameful moment.

So, he was probably the one most surprised in the entire arena when Killer suddenly roared, calling again the pack to its right position and growled coldly: "Shut up, lick-balls! Adulate me and laugh of your old king will not gain you any benevolence from me. You all are surely smaller and more disgusting than him, so it's really not the case that you make this show..."

No one dared to make a sound, after the words of the new king, and so Killer turned his attention another time on the females. The queen was indescribably scared. She knew that she was going to be raped savagely, and the sight of the incredibly huge cock of the male obviously hadn't helped her. She wasn't screaming, at least. She had understood that it was completely useless, or maybe counterproductive... and in any case hers terror had reached such levels that she was simply incapable to make a single sound as her eyes caught in all the glory of the giant male. Not only her new owner was a huge sculpture of muscles that could crumble bones as little pastime and crush entire armies under his foot as hobby, but his malehood was outrageously gargantuan, too... and her sex was already painfully sealing itself spasmodically, knowing where that huge pole of flesh had to go. And still, she was attracted by him. She could feel desire rise in her as well... even if her pussy rattled, her body trembled and she didn't manage to swallow her fear and look at his eyes, her own locked on his ginormous, ridiculously gargantuan dangling shaft

"Come on, bitch... make me hard. I'm sure that you know well how to do it..." Killer whispered playfully to the queen, grinning as he idly stroked his goliath penis a few times in front of her face. "You and you can help her..." He added for the two females that had undressed him before, placing in dominance his hands on their heads for a moment, easily guiding them towards his crotch from the two sides.

The queen knelled down immediately in front of him, meekly bowing her head, too scared to dare even to just look up to his face, and the two females, after a rapid thank to the new king that had allowed such a honour to them, followed close as well. They stretched out slowly their hands, breathless, making a deep sight of wonder when finally their hands met the pulsating, venous black snake of hot meat as the giant male spread his legs a bit wider and enjoyed their adoring work with his hands resting on his hips. Also the queen, despite the fear, couldn't hide her wonder and amazement for that male, for his incredible musculature and strength and for his gargantuan, impressive malehood.

The lonely, humble and delicate touch of those six hands was more than sufficient to reawaken fully the desire of the male, and before they could even begun to stroke his huge cock, it begun to rise, hardening and growing as it had its own life, with an impressive bulging of thick veins as the monster was fed with the large amount of blood requested.

Killer made a short, low growl of pleasure, closing his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the soft, sweet stroking of the six small hands on his cock, and especially the feeling of an incredible desire rising into him... rape females in front of their males had always excited him, but this was like nothing before. Maybe for the desire never completely satisfied of that day, or also for the adrenaline of the fight still running in his veins, or probably for the fact that an entire pack of females full of desire and males envious and starving was watching the entire show from the terraces... but he felt a power unusual in his amazing erection.

He placed one hand on the head of the queen, pushing her closer to his rising, monstrous cock, and with the other he caressed the heads of the other two, much more enthusiastic females. They were enjoying completely the worship on the cock of the male, probably because for them wasn't coming a savage rape...

Then he grasped his cock and stroked it powerfully, reaching rapidly his full erection, feeling into his body a power and a desire never felt before.

"Lick this big boy, little bitch..." He said dominatingly, lowering his immense shaft towards the head of the queen and rubbing the huge cockhead all over her face, soaking hers cared, short, orange fur with an impressive amount of his potent, sticky pre.

The queen closed hers eyes, feeling the steel hard cockhead explore every point of his face, and she let out a deep sigh of resignation, stretching out his tongue and beginning to lick timidly the massive, throbbing shaft.

But in her loud sigh there was also an involuntary but clear, loud note of pleasure and even desire, and the first to hear and understand it was Griagas. It was like suffer a kick in the face, for him. He remained dumbfounded, breathless, with his eyes opened wide on the show of two of his females intent in licking and sucking noisily and hungrily the two sides of the monstrous cock of his rival, moaning hotly in pleasure and erotic hunger... but especially on his loved queen, knelled down in front of the giant, and busy in travelling slowly with her tongue on the vast, venous surface of the gigantic black pole of hot, obsidian flesh. He watched attentively the face of his queen... the fur soaked by his rival's pre, her eyes closed and her features distorted in an expression... well, she was still trembling of fear, but there was no doubt. But that was an expression of sincere pleasure.

The queen licked for a long time the huge base of the shaft, reaching up instinctively with her hands to stroke willingly and with spontaneity in the same time his immense testicles with her hands, releasing another and louder groan of amazed adoration as she doubled her efforts on his enormous member, lapping and kissing all over it, rubbing her cheeks on its throbbing, burning hot surface. Killer tilted his head backwards a little, half-lidding his eyes with a wide grin of pleasure and self-confident dominance as he roughly guided her by the head, twirling his thick fingers in her hairs to squeeze dominatingly on her skull as he pushed outwards his crotch a bit and dragged closer to his immense virility also another of the females, his breath hot as he gave a teasing grin of derision to his defeated rival, licking his lips slowly a bit.

The queen couldn't help herself but imitate the other females around her, bringing down one of her hands to rub on her own hot sex, which was rapidly getting soaked wet with the dripping of hers scared but unstoppable desire and pleasure. Killer grinned wider at that, looking down at her with a smirk for a bit, catching in his eyes the sight of her desire soaking rapidly her hand and coppered, shining fur... But then he grinned even wider, snorting as he squeezed on her skull strong enough to make her wince loudly in pain and fear as she realized how easy it had to be for him to shatter the head of a victim like a tomato.

"You'll better use both of your hands and all of your body to worship and please me, whore, or I'll just use your nice body as a furry condom for my cock and fuck you until I'll chop your head off." Killer commanded in a dark, dominant voice, dragging her face roughly against his enormous shaft as he pushed outwards with his muscular hips as 5 hot, slick tongues rolled and lapped at it in veneration, two pairs of hands stroking him and running up and down on his vast, endless veiny shaft. The queen moaned lowly in fear and submission, trembling hard as immediately reached up with her other hand, leaving her by now soaked vagina without a relief and a teasing as she immediately brought again both hands to roll and squeeze his huge, heavy testicles, toying his enormous orbs with a strength that would have reduced a normal male to a crying heap on the floor but that he liked just fine, releasing a low, satisfied murr.

She pushed her face against his immense penis, lapping quietly at his hot shaft, at the bulging, thick veins all over it as she rubbed her beautiful features against his sex-flesh in slow circles, nuzzling his towering, erected member sweetly as she released hot breaths and half-lidded her eyes, trembling slightly even if the hold on her head become idle. She kissed and rubbed it on her lips, inhaling his strong, manly smell and tasting his flavour with her tongues... and despite the fear and the horror at being taken and submitted like that, her breath become hotter and hotter with pleasure at how he seemed to irradiate power and sex, at how the taste of his thick meat seemed to just push her to give herself still more to him, to double her efforts to please that muscular, giant deity in front of her and his mighty sceptre.

She pushed her muzzle against his protruding, huge cum-tunnel, pushing firmly her lips against it and then slowly opening her mouth to lap at his flesh, forcing herself to open her eyes a bit and look up at the huge male with a mix of desire and submission in her eyes, looking up to his grin and his hungry sapphire eyes, and she rested her cheek against his enormous shaft, rubbing her flesh against his own obsidian one as her eyes slid closed again and a deep, hot breath tinged with definite pleasure escaped from her mouth. His powerful, huge and bemuscled body... his total dominance over all five of them... his look of hunger and total self-confidence... and those eyes... so dominant that she couldn't neither dare to think to meet and sustain his glance as she could feel it on her head... gods, he was so enticing...

And then she released a quiet, surprised half-groan-half-whimper as she felt hands grope at her seductive body, one on each of her generous breasts, squeezing her flesh and rolling her hardened nipples and one, maybe two rolling on her lower abdomen, going down to caress and stroke her hot, dripping vagina, searching blindly her clit, daring almost roughly into her... her eyes snapped open in surprise as another loud groan of pleasure escaped her lips, and found that all the other four females were now competing to get to lap and worship and stroke more of his hot, immense penis, and in the same time, high on erotic pleasure, the girls had started to wonder with their hands on the feminine, seductive and hot bodies all around, sliding from his veiny, slick-with-drool shaft to soaked wet, starving vaginas, from his bulging and powerful, hard muscles to the soft, welcoming sculptured of sweet, seductive curves of their own bodies in a orgy of pleasure, desire and loud moans.

She liked how the various hands groped at her own body. Even roughly, sometimes, but they at least gave her a bit of erotic relief as they rubbed at her burning vagina and squeezed and rolled her big breasts... she would have liked to wander with her hands as well, but she couldn't find the strength to break the contact with the enormous malehood of the dominant male... rather, she couldn't help but feel pushed to give her best and try to please him more than them, to get to lick and adore more of his endless shaft and of his huge, wrecking ball-sized balls... to underline still more his superiority on Griagas, that was crying and suffering in background... but had already lost meaning for her.

She pushed herself a bit higher on a squat to rub eagerly her breast on his balls as additional worshipping as she lapped and kissed and then she slowly rose, caressing sweetly with hers tongue the imposing cock, from the base towards the head, dwelling lovely on every thick, pulsing vein. She let behind her a long strip of hers saliva on the enormous shaft, stopping her movements every few inches of that seeming-infinite cock, with the tongue already dry... Oh, gods... he was so enormous...

Finally, she reached the head of that incredible sceptre and she moved fast and sweetly hers tongue on the rock-hard cock head, at the same eight of the pleased eyes of the male. The queen opened her eyes, staring pettishly at his own amused and pleased, and kissed slowly the immense cock-head, literally embracing his gargantuan cock as she gave small kisses on her way back to his large flare, where she started again lapping upwards with hungry groans, dancing with her tongue on his sensitive flesh, filling up her mouth with his strong, potent pre. And this is just his pre... I wonder how an orgasm of his own has to be like...

Griagas let out a loud, desperate cry. She had always reserved that adorable worshipping to him, for their special occasions... and now she was using it to worship the biggest cock and the strongest male they had never dreamed. And, even worse, against his will, that show was too much exciting for him... he could feel his penis throb and ache with heat, asking for his pleasure, fully erected and maybe even more... He felt his almost two feet of pink shaft painfully hard, vertically erected, pulsing of burning desire in the air. He was incapable to contain himself, watching hungrily, pleased and horrified at the same time, his queen being raped by that giant that had beaten him down so badly and so easily, and by that huge cock time bigger than his own.

Killer had predicted all, and he neither cared for that particular attention of the victim, completely absorbed by enjoying the worship of the queen, by now clearly happy to be raped in that way...

"You like it, little bitch, huh?" He said, caressing playfully the head of the female, who was still kissing hi cock-head.

She was really liking worship that worthy shaft, and she said it clearly, probably hoping to be still able to lead the male on the tracks of a "soft" rape with the weapons of her beauty and experience. Damn, maybe she could dream to remain queen... at his side, this time. At the side of that huge deity, of his unstoppable strength, of his amazing muscles... of his mind-shattering member.

"I love it..." She whispered in a sensual voice, giving a long, playful lick to his engorged cock-head, from side to side, carrying in hers mouth a good amount of his strong pre, purring like a kitten as she chewed on it visibly and shown to him eagerly how her mouth was full of his dense, sticky essence as it puddle over her tongue, covered her fangs, created thick streams connected to her palate, throat and, sometimes, still attached at his goliath shaft. She closed her lips, licked the pre on there and then swallowed thickly in two loud gulps. "Oh, yes... you are so strong... so very huge... so much powerful... and oh, so tasty, even...! A female can only love this..."

Then she placed her hands on the huge shaft and began to stroke it strongly, rubbing it often on her breasts.

"I'm sure of this... Get also your beautiful tits on, bitch. With two hands and two tits you can do this better..." He said playfully, growling slowly of pleasure.

She wrapped immediately her breasts on the cock, trying to embrace it as best as she could, and then began to move hers body slowly up and down, always stroking the shaft also with her hands, still kissing and licking the cock-head.

Killer growled slowly of pleasure, but he stared attentively at the green, astute eyes of the queen. Behind the pleasure, the deep fear that was still making her tremble, in her eyes there was still strong even that hateful haughtiness, and the male read in that irises an irrational idea. He was sure. The queen was still convinced to can use her beauty and abilities to seduce him at such point to tame him... she had completely missed the predatory look in the sapphire eyes of the male, nor understood the power in his impressive figure.

"You are really full of talent, bitch..." He said playfully. Then Killer turned his glance on Griagas with a wide grin. "Thank you, shit... this slut is so able... you have done a good work with her... Thank you for preparing her for me." He grinned wider as he dwelled for a moment on the fully erect penis of Griagas, with an amused sneer on his blood stained muzzle. "I see that you too are enjoying this... Maybe later there could be a little something even for you. So we can make happy yours little toy there..." He said with cruel irony, licking his lips in dark anticipation of pleasure and power and domination. "For now I can only give you a better sight..." He growled, turning suddenly towards him, pulling without compliments the females again at his feet.

Now the two males were face to face. Griagas, furious and hungry, with his cock painfully erect in the air, had in front of his eyes the backs of females that had been his own, his queen in the middle, all busy in licking the frightening, greater-than-five and half feet black shaft of his huge, powerful rival. Every time that his glance met the blue, pleased and ironic eyes of Killer, he felt a fire rise into him, raging in his chest... but his fury was completely useless. The heavy chains were too resistant to hope to be able to break them for how badly he had been beaten... and in any case, Killer would have immediately crushed him without neither cease to be pleased by the females.

The queen's tongue continued to slid and dance over his thick, hot flesh as one of her hands stroked the large side of his powerful shaft on the long way up from his gigantic balls and finally grasped the top section of his enormous cock, still hardly believing that such a powerful male could exist... that such an immense penis could dominate on females and males. She slowly went down, lapping at his gigantic shaft as she rubbed her muzzle all over it, before sink her nose into his ballsack, between his two enormous, wrecking-ball-sized testicles. She inhaled his attractive, strong smell, that there was still heavier and hit still more on her senses as she grasped now his behemoth shaft with both hands and stroked both sides of that impressive tower of flesh. So wide and huge it was that, even being five worshipping the same tower of obsidian flesh, the females met only every now and then the other's tongues and hands on their paths, breathing and groaning all over him as she gently kissed and lapped at his massive, rounded testicles and mouth one of them sweetly, before head again upwards with her tongue to please once more his shaft.

Full of incredible desire and furious for the loss of his queen, title and pack in the same time, Griagas was forced to watch the white tiger pull the queen on her knees, between his legs and order her to open wide hers mouth... And he heard clearly hers answer "with pleasure..." from that distance... and it sounded like a well aimed fist in his stomach.

And then he screamed at top of his voice, watching with crazy, bulging eyes the huge cock of the white tiger enter in her mouth, forcing open painfully wide her muzzle, and the female become immediately rigid, the breath already harsh and hard, rapidly impaled on that enormous shaft as she was dominated fully and owned by the new king.

She felt immediately her mouth full to the point that she couldn't even move hers tongue, her senses immediately overwhelmed by the incredibly strong taste of his pre and by the heavy, manly smell of him. She tried to scream, but it was impossible, and also just breath was already a challenge, with the entire mouth and a good part of hers throat so incredibly crammed of hard fuck-meat.

Killer let out a low roar of pleasure, listening with amusement the irregular, hard breath and the strange sounds of the female, almost suffocated by his huge cock, pulling deeper in hers throat his massive shaft. He was relaxed... by now, even if the queen would have attempted to bite him, his steel-hard hugeness had filled up hers mouth so much that she was completely incapable to close her jaws so widely opened or to make any notable force. He placed his hands on the breasts of the other two females at his sides, who were still licking him, burying meanwhile inch after inch of his length in the queen's throat, lowering slowly his crotch towards hers face, grinning wide in lust.

Inches after inches, the shattered muzzle of the queen took in almost three feet of that immense cock, while hers breath was weakening rapidly...

She was in panic, with hers head blocked, eyes opened wide on the huge, heavy testicles of the male in slow approaching above her, her irises focused in terror on the almost three feet of hard cock still free, waiting to be rammed into her out of hers mouth, with her jaws on fire, with hers brain burning for the awareness of the insane pain given her by the monstrous cock buried somewhere deep in hers insanely stretched esophagus and especially with her lungs in painful lack of oxygen.

She was frightened, incapable to make a sound and by now incapable to breath. She tried to squeeze the legs of the male with all hers weakening strength, but she doubted that Killer could notice that... his muscles were so hard that it seemed like be busy in a vain attempt to squeeze a rock.

"You are going to kill her, bastard! Free her now!" Griagas screamed desperately.

But Killer didn't withdraw. "I'm ready to run the risk..." He answered with dark irony, with a strong thrust and a pleasured pant. Then he hammered the female still stronger, a good few times, burying in her more inches of his massive cock, panting like a stallion after a steeplechase, growling of indescribable pleasure.

The tightness around his shaft was amazing, the massage of hers contracting esophagus something wonderful on his titanium-hard cock. He thrust savagely forwards his massive penis another time with a wild growl, forcing in her finally almost all of his cock, his rounded, enormous cock-head buried somewhere really deep in her stomach, his enormous testicles weighting on hers face. He forced another time forwards, at least ten inches still to go, but his cruel assault finally, inevitably cracked hers jaw in an explosion of blood and cartilage, the bone completely destroyed. Griagas screamed, but Killer, lost in amazing lust, continued to strike into her, roaring, head tilted backwards, eyes closed in unimaginable lust as blood and gore streaked and spurted out of her and on his thick cock as he started to piston himself in and out, over and over again.

She was still alive, and for her it was incredible, much more than the alright amazing deep penetration of the male in her... The lasts thrust, the stronger and mercilessly pushes, had saved her, giving to her lungs a bit of oxygen. But the pain was incredible in hers destroyed jaw. Her eyesight was lost in a storm of flashes and clouds of pain, her senses crushed by his hugeness, taste and smell, while the male finally stopped himself, remaining motionless with his cock buried as far as hers stomach, his immense balls burdening on her shattered muzzle, heavy on her forcefully closed eyes.

For long moments the arena remained almost silent. Only sounds, the heavy, pleased breath of Killer, the weakening whimpering and incomprehensible sounds of the suffocating, agonizing female and the silent but heavy crying of Griagas. The entire crowd, also the four females around Killer, were silent, eyes opened wide on the stretched body of the queen... on the stream of blood and drool what was straining from hers shattered muzzle, dripping on the sand.

Then Killer pulled back almost all of his hugeness, remaining into her only with the huge head and some inches of shaft, and the queen could finally take a deep mouthful of air for her burning lungs, and made understandable, loud cries of pain. But also, against his wish of hide it, a sound of some insane pleasure that hit stronger than anything else the ex king.

"Yeah, you like huge guys, huh?" Said playfully Killer, thrusting forwards another time, beginning to face-fuck her savagely as he grinned wide. "Seen, Griagas? You are not the right guy for this bitch... She needs serious cock. But don't worry. I'm more than happy to satisfy her at your place..."

Griagas remained dumbfounded watching Killer face-fucking savagely the queen for a long time. Many minutes of mercilessly ride, while Killer's cock-head punched strongly directly in the depths of the girl, striking in hers stomach, causing to her sensations and pain impossible to understand. She remained alive only because during the furious ride of the male she managed to take air every time that the massive shaft went back out in his furious backstrokes.

The male pumped himself into her savagely, rocking his hips up and down, withdrawing every time almost three feet of his massive cock to slam it inside her entirely another time, growling of huge pleasure, staring at his own incredibly wide shaft soaked by blood, drool, pre, saliva and other juices and fluids caught in depths absolutely unattainable for the others, feeling with amusement the frightening sounds of the slamming of his enormous testicles on hers face. His huge balls were hammering rhythmically on her closed eyes like wrecking balls with every shove.

Every thrust was so strong that the poor queen sunk a bit more in the sand of the arena, almost fainted, supported with a great effort by the four panting females, disbelieving in front of the strength of the pushes of the male and astonished by the frightening but exciting show.

"Prepare yourself bitch... I'm coming." Growled Killer, feeling an impressive orgasm rise with huge waves of boiling hot seed in his cock... impressed himself, too. He was trying a pleasure incredible, and he felt in him a power not common, such that he was sure of be still bigger than the usual. And an amused thought flashed in his mind. "If only Joy was here with that metre of hers..."

The queen herself didn't make any effort to understand what was coming... she felt clearly the cock pulsating stronger in her, stiffening and heating up even more, growing even bigger and thicker as it stiffened up, becoming harder than titanium... and then she felt the burning heat of the first, huge explosion of seed in her stomach, a burst that filled up her immediately at painful levels.

With great relief, she felt the male withdraw his massive cock, continuing to shoot impressive bursts of his dense seed in her depths until finally the huge shaft come out, free from hers destroyed muzzle, pulling out a thick plot of streams of mixed juices and splattering her entire face with hot sperm with a single burst that seemed to the queen much bigger than an entire orgasm of Griagas.

She panted harshly, finally able to take air at least, with the wish to scream but incapable to do it, feeling her depths, hers stomach and esophagus full of thick seed, and feeling other huge, long bursts landing heavily on all hers body, feeling the females around squeeze up at her sides, moaning hotly under the rain of seed.

"Yeah, bitches... ready for a hot shower?" Killer asked amusedly, high on pleasure as he jerked off himself powerfully, continuing to shoot long, thick ropes of sticky, dense white cum that arched high into the air and splattered on the group of girls and on the sand of the arena to amazing distances.

The queen trembled hard and opened with great effort her eyes buried under a thick mask of white cum, and between the flashes of pain and the difficult of vision after a long time passed with her eyes closed under a mercilessly hammering from his enormous, heavy testicles, she saw the giant in front of her grasp his huge cock, a time black like the night and now completely covered of a thick layer of hers blood and internal juices and an impressive amount of his own seed, with dense streams still attached at hers destroyed, bleeding and shattered mouth. She moaned at the sight of the male stroking furiously his gigantic cock, pumping out still stronger a seeming infinite tempest of heavy shots of cum on the five females at his feet, roaring of lust.

The queen lost soon the count of the bursts of seed landed on hers body, and after probably three minutes of that, when finally the male ended his powerful orgasm, she watched hers body, finding really a few zones of hers fur not covered with thick, hot seed, and also the other four females had received a good service. She watched amazed and disbelieving the giant. It was difficult believe that all that mess could be done by a lonely male!

She heard a threatening sound behind her, and with an effort she turned back. Griagas was growling, furious, against Killer, with a good amount of his seed covering his muzzle, eyes, lips, chest, abdomen and shoulders. He couldn't manage to avoid it... and much more was at his feet and even past him, on the sand of the arena and even splattered on the wall on the other side. The queen had to forcefully add another note to her growing report on why Killer was so sexy... his orgasms were oceanic, and had the range and power of the fire of guns.

Killer laughed softly, finding in his huge pleasure also amusement for the pathetic figure of his battered rival drenched in his hot, potent seed.

"What's wrong, Griagas? I think that it suits perfect you... little horny cock slut." Killer observed playfully, grinning wide as he stroked his cock idly in front of him, showing off once more his incredible sizes.

The entire arena laughed, and this time Killer let them do, lifting the weak queen on her feet. "You are lucky, bitch... I think I've never been so excited and strong, before. What's your name, little slut? He asked, resting his gargantuan penis on her head, rubbing his shaft on her bloody face and hairs as he grinned down at her.

The queen didn't manage to answer, too weak, full of seed and with hers jaw cracked in that way.

"Hers name is Nike." Answered one of the other females that were now busy licking off the cum on their bodies all around him.

"Well, Nike... now we are going to enjoy another little game, huh?" He said playfully, with dark and fake gentleness as he stroked his gigantic penis idly. With a wave, Killer sent the four other females to grasp the arms of the queen, and he placed himself behind her, lifting like a leaf the lower body of the female as he grasped and spread wide one of her legs from the ankle while his other hand continued to stroke idly his gargantuan penis and he walked forwards a bit to point his hugeness at hers sex.

Lying down in the air, face down, supported by the females forwards and by the male behind, she closed her eyes with a deep sigh, more than aware of what was coming... trembling violently, she couldn't help but arch her back violently and struggle against the females holding her when his gigantic cockhead touched her swollen, desiring sexlips and gave her a first feeling of how big it was. The male watched with interest the soaking-wet lips of her vagina, with long streams of hers pleasure flowing slowly down along her legs as he brushed a bit his gargantuan cock-head on hers tight entrance, seeing and feeling her trembling hard at the feeling of his threatening immensity between her legs, suffocating another scream of fear.

She tried to kick back at him, but there was no chance as his hand, closed on her ankle, was stronger than a vice and easily restrained her steady despite all her efforts... he could break her bones in any moment with ease. She tried at least to close her long legs against the male that was already placed between them, and again she lost miserly against his powerful, bemuscled form as he thrust forwards with his mighty power and smashed easily through every attempt of the female to protect herself. She arched her back like crazy, shrieking loudly and shivering violently when he slammed into her violently, causing her to groan in agony as his enormous girth tore into her tight lips and stretched her wide easily, tearing her open as he ripped her passage with his hugeness, releasing a low, pleased snort as he grinned and squeezed on her hip.

But when he thrust savagely forwards again, shattering her thigh vagina like a war-hammer, growling, she screamed at top of hers voice, arching her back in complete agony. With a lonely, cruel push, he had buried in her almost two feet of himself, already more than the complete cock of Griagas, and more than three times wider, too. The four females released a sorta of cruelly amused, loud cry, as well, imagining the pain, and whispering phrases like "oh, God...". Nothing of neither far similar to what the agonizing queen had the wish to scream as his enormous member tore into her...

The male thrust forwards another time, and then again with the strong of his hips, grunting a bit. He placed both his hands on her hips, the steel-harder cock buried in her more than sufficient to sustain her body in the air, pushing himself deeper in her, enjoying with cruel lust her deafening screams as he ripped her tunnel of love and jerked her hard towards his crotch, combining the two movements to bury more of his ginormous shaft into her hot, wet depths.

He hadn't absolutely intention to be gentle with that haughty bitch. He would have rode her savagely and she would have died or be tamed to the point that she would have kissed the ground where Killer walks life-long. All dependent from hers resistance to his brutal strength... He would have given her a possibility to survive.

"We are at half of the operation, bitch..." He said with dark voice when he hit three feet. The news hit Nike like a shot. She was in an agony incredible, without awareness on hers body, feeling only pain and total fullness, feeling hers blood run and spurt out from hers destroyed vagina, and he was only at half way? She thought that hers body would never survive, waiting for the crack of hers pelvis, screaming with tears rolling down her cheeks covered by his still hot seed.

Griagas was breathless, eyes opened wide and fixed on the impressive spurting of blood from the low region of the queen, terrified.

Finally, after a few mercilessly thrusts at full strength, the crotch of Killer hit strongly the body of the queen, his huge balls smashing on her with a loud, squelching slap, his monstrous cock buried in her hot depths, and he made a growl and a strong snort of satisfaction, like a stallion.

With a female like Joy or Athena, he surely would have waited to let her the time to breath, and adapt herself at least a bit, but with Nike he began immediately to fuck her savagely, deriving still more pleasure from her screams and from the frightening bleeding of hers body. He growled, hammering her badly, grasping hers long mane of hair and pulling it like reins as he thrust powerfully.

The female felt hers entire body on fire, every part of her screaming of pain, so full that was completely impossible for her by now understand anything of her shattered body, all hers world limited to hers destroyed vagina, to the feeling of the immense cock pistoning savagely in and out of her with might and an already furious rhythm, stronger and stronger from minute to minute. Her ears were full of the lour, echoing, squelching of the hard tattoo his testicles were beating on her as his huge balls slammed like huge wrecking balls on her anus with each shove and of the strong, rhythmical sound of his crotch slammed against hers with all his mighty power. The pain in hers cracked muzzle was still terrible, even if nothing compared to the agony of being ripped, torn in two around his enormous cock as he pummelled her with his gigantic penis, pistoning himself in and out of her ravaged, destroyed body to bring himself to orgasm as he grinned down in her eyes, snorting and growling in pleasure as he rode her literally, pulling her from her long hairs as his huge muscles bulged and rippled like ocean itself in front of her eyes. She was just a toy, nothing more of a small, tight, pink sex-toy where he could rage with his immense shaft, pumping on his awe-inspiring orgasm. He was literally masturbating himself with hers body.

He continued to thrust violently into her torn and battered sex, grunting in lust as she bucked and rocked violently against him, trying to do everything she could to beat on his bemuscled body and try to repeal him, to force him to at least slow down his savage pistoning as he tore himself in and out of her over and over again, but only increasing his own pleasure as she struggled uselessly against his powerful form. He grinned wider, growling in lust as he speeded up himself even more, slamming his hips back and forth viciously and slapping her hard with his crotch as he hilted into her ravaged, bleeding body again and again, stretching her terribly as he broke insanely wide her passage, his enormous testicles slapping her reddened, sore anus and buttocks like wrecking balls over and over again, rising to the sky a hard tattoo that only added to the loud squelching of his gigantic penis into her depths and her screams as she shrieked, her body spasming wildly as all of her body was rocked crazily by the unmatched might of his trusts.

She screamed and cried loudly as her body bounced and rocked for his powerful pistoning like a rag doll, without any hope anymore as she could feel his mighty shaft... everywhere. Her bones creaked pathetically as he filled her up over any limit and tore himself into her again and again and again, his rhythm and might furious. Her eyes were full of blinding flashes of pain and dark, gloomy clouds of agony, and she released choking, whispery gasps as all the air was knocked out of her lungs as his mighty cock slammed home in the depths of her body. She could feel it up to her throat... his shoves echoed directly in her mind as she was deafened by his hot breathing, his satisfied, lustful growling and the piercing-volume of the slapping of his massive balls on her ass on fire. Blood and fluids were still spurting out of her destroyed sex as he torn it wider and wider with his might, picking up always extra speed and power, like if he was just at the start of his possibilities... pain exploded in her chest as well as his cock invaded her up there... her belly was just a hell of fire and agony where he reigned as absolute, invincible sovereign.

But still, even in that, her mind screamed also with an insane, painful pleasure coming from the remains of her shattered vagina, strong, powerful lust... something that she had never tried to those levels with Griagas... but overwhelmed by the pain... something similar to an orgasm, but bigger, and still sunk into her agony. Hers vagina was clenching weakly but rapidly and continuously on the strong, merciless, titanium-harder intruder maybe in a ridiculous attempt to repel the massive cock of the dominant male out of her... but then she moaned loud, feeling in that agony also the pleasure of what was surely an orgasm, and then another and again, with her juices that spurted painfully, with incredible strength out from hers vagina in the tight space that come free when the monstrous shaft pulled backwards in his vicious pummeling. Nothing neither far adequate to alleviate the agony... but she understood what the male was able to do, if only he was a bit gentler. And she was immediately sorry for showing that haughtiness early, instead to just give herself to that huge, muscular and virile deity like the other females had...

Killer speeded up the rhythm of his hammering, feeling also his climax rise, delighted by the sight of the smaller, weak body of the female impaled on his cock, bouncing furiously with every thrust, almost hypnotized by the crazy rocking of her breasts with his furious ride as he grinned wide at the pathetic clenching of her vagina on his immense, pummelling shaft as waves of juices exploded out of her, blood continuing to leak and spray out and streaking down from her shattered muzzle, all but adding to his lust and pushing him to slam into her ravaged passage with still major strength, easily defeating her clenching that had miserly tried to repeal him as her pleasure hit loud and she screamed and moaned in piercing volume, arching her back and bucking stronger and faster as drool and blood escaped the ruins of her muzzle.

He bent down on her, shadowing easily her much smaller body with his huge with muscles form, kissing her hungrily and viciously on her shattered muzzle, squeezing it as he lapped and sucked at her blood, growling as she screamed even louder, crying desperately. "Yeah...! She's loving it, Griagas...! I can bet she never clenched this much with her small, pink pussy on you!" He shouted with a sneer, turning towards Griagas to better show him the endless deluge of her reddened-by-blood juices. "Oh, yes, bitch! I'm coming..." He warned in lust.

Finally, he come for the second time, exploding shot after shot of his huge load in her, filling her totally with just the first jets, his gigantic, burning loads flooding so deep that they surely shouldn't have had in her body so hardly proved by his impossible deep penetration. Blood, seed and juices spurted strongly out of her in impressive amounts, on the crotch and the abdominals of the male, who began to withdraw himself with his climax still at full power.

His huge cock come out from her smashed gate with an impressive gush of juices, blood, fluids and gore and then he pointed his cock at hers inviolate tail hole, spurting on it the lasts of his heavy shots of dense cum, again and again as he stroked himself powerfully, grinning wide as he roared in lust.

She felt clearly his burning cum flow on her rear, streaming over hers back like a gigantic, boiling hot and raging deluge, but then her eyes bulged as his hugeness was forced under her tail and he started to jerk her body back towards him from her hips. Her eyes watered with agony and went wide even if she tried once more to struggle against his gigantic form, but she by now knew there was no use.

A moment later, she felt the worst agony of hers life, hearing the male snorting and his monstrous cock slam on hers rosebud as his hips pushed viciously forwards with their might, tearing it opened wide as his hard, hot meat was forced into her, made at least slick by blood, seed, juices and fluids that drenched it entirely. She could only shriek in piercing volume and rock her head as her tears flew into the air with her terrible spasming as he literally destroyed her anal passage. Killer thrust with the fury of a bull, growling and snorting, fighting with the tightness of hers ass with his brutal strength, forcing in his massive steel-harder spear of meat, still shooting seed for his not-yet entirely achieved orgasm as he snorted and slammed himself into her deeply with just a brutal, mighty shove.

An agony unbelievable hit the female; a pain so terrible that the past penetration in hers vagina seemed suddenly a paradise. She screamed deliriously for a bit, and then hers voice was cut of by the incredible, merciless penetration as the male advanced further, obliterating her anal passage with a pleased, hot breath.

Killer forced in his massive cock-head and a good foot of his enormous shaft, and then he pulled back all of himself, pulling out a frightening spurt of blood that arched into the air as she shrieked. He stroked his pulsing shaft with one hand a few times, shooting his seed at incredible distance, and then he slammed it forwards another time, placing all his strength in his almost-six-feet of powerful cock, feeling a power and a lust never proved before.

The exhaust body of the queen gave up, brutally crushed by the divine strength of the male, and the monstrously huge cock began to impale her, opening domineering another time a place for itself in her tight body, pushing brutally her organs aside, shattering hers gut, much more deadly than a sledge hammer as blood and fluids spurted out from around his enormous member.

The four females fell on their back for the violence of the ride, and the queen landed in the blood stained, seed-and-juices-drenched sand while the male, still holding her hips, forced in her foot after foot of his massive cock, until she felt the pain of a violent slam of his still incredibly huge ad hard testicles on hers destroyed vagina added to the agony in hers body.

Griagas, with his chest covered of his own seed after an orgasm at the sight of the penetrations of the rival in his ex queen, was trembling hard, dumbfounded, with his breath heavy and harshly, his cock still completely ready for more.

"You... you are... all the way in...?" He stammered with weakening voice, terrified.

"All my huge cock in her, Griagas... and it's delicious, you know?" He answered, pulling back at least one half of his python to slam it viciously all the way into her another time, beginning another impressive ride and picking up immediately a hard pace.

She was too shattered and weak even to cry... also when his thrusts broken in two hers pelvis with a noisily crack that echoed gloomily in the arena, she was so agonizing that she couldn't manage to scream. With hers face crushed a good few inches down the sand as he raped her so powerfully and savagely, eyes closed and burning with blinding flashes and haze of agony, hers body on fire, she remained in there, tasting only potent seed and hers blood, feeling pain and insane pleasure, smelling only the strong smell of the male, hearing only the sound of hammering of his testicles on hers bleeding, permanently and insanely stretched vagina as blood flooded down her long legs and down his massive shaft.

She suffered other three orgasm of the male. One stronger than the precedent.

She did that attempting to support as best as she could his furious, merciless pumping, only hoping to save hers sore spine as he slammed himself at home into her battered, ravaged body again and again . A movement, and his cock would have been broken it in two with no effort.

Finally, satisfied of his ride, without neither check if he had tamed or killed her, he withdrawn at the end of his third orgasm, grinning widely and cruelly.

Without the steel pole in her, the shattered body fell immediately in the sand, without sign of life. Killer hadn't been surprised. He had killed also with much less... and he could be even more vicious.

"You have killed her! Fucked bastard!" Screamed Griagas towards the white tiger.

Killer, with his cock still full of power, ready for more, turned slowly towards the rival, stroking slowly but with firmness his blood stained shaft.

"You should worry for you, not for her..." He said darkly, walking slowly towards the battered tiger. Killer walked until he was in front of him, his huge cock pressed domineering against the muzzle of the ex king. He usually didn't do this... but sometimes he enjoyed the sensation of omnipotence of raping savagely another male. He didn't really like it... He like the power he felt doing it.

"Lick." He ordered coldly, grasping the muzzle of the other male with a strength impressive, ready to crumble his jaws and fangs if Griagas tried to do something.

But with eyes full of tears, Griagas stretched out his tongue, and licked the huge cock, filling his mouth with the seed of his rival and the juices and blood of his ex queen.

"Yes... so. You like it, huh? You have always been a cock slut, isn't it...?"

Griagas closed his eyes, and continued to taste the incredibly potent seed and the blood of his loved queen.

"Yeah, you are a natural... a little cock-sucking bitch. But you want more, isn't so?"

Killer walked behind Griagas and lifted his tail, grinning.

Griagas screamed, trying desperately to free his wrists. "No! No, you can't do this...! There is no way to fit it!"

Killer lifted the tail of the rival with a snort. "Shut up, bitch. I know, you love it."

"Fuck you, fucked shit!" Griagas shrieked in terror

"No, I'm going to fuck... you" Killer replied coldly.

Killer thrust cruelly forwards in the tight, inviolate ass hole, pushing with violence still greater than with the female to defeat rapidly the resistance of the body of the rival. Griagas gritted his teeth, with loud cries of agony, losing every strength, remaining hung at the chains, sustained only by the domineering cock in his ass.

The ride was violent and fast. Killer buried with barbaric strength his hugeness in the rival, beginning to pump the weak body savagely, so much that after a few moments his cock torn apart his gut and stomach, opening a bleeding, frightening hole in correspondence of the deep wound in the Griagas's abdomen, reaching the open air on the other side of the body of the victim, towering out of him for at least two feet as his pelvis cracked noisily.

Griagas screamed, trying a pain never imagined, much worst than the terrible agony suffered by the female, much worse than any wound he had never tried on the battlefield. All made worst by the complete and definitive lose of dignity. Incapable to contain himself, he come for the second time during the agony.

Killer laughed cruelly, pulling back his massive cock in the body of Griagas, re-starting to shatter his gut.

Shaking, his body burning in agony, trying with all his strength to free himself, the battered male suffered more for the ride of the white tiger, and finally he made a wrong movement, in the wrong moment, and the massive cock, in his savagely thrusting, broke in two his spine easily.

Griagas gagged a few times, spitting blood and drool, eyes opened wide and voice cut off and then he passed out, dead, hanging from the chains.

"Stupid..." Killer withdraw himself, disgusted and waved for a female, ordering her of clean up his cock from the layers of blood and juices mixed, and then he untied Griagas.

The shattered corpse fell in the sand, while Killer tied up again the heavy chains around his wrists, under the eyes astonished of the crowd.

"You, help Nike, now." He ordered to the three females in waiting at the entrance of the arena.

The other three females opened wide their eyes, sceptical. All had believed that the queen was dead... but they run immediately towards the corpse without a word. No one could dare to disobey to the order of the king.

But Killer was right. The three females helped her, checking hers shattered body, finding bones cracked and wounds and internal haemorrhages, but with life still in her veins.

"We can still save her, king. What are your wishes?" Asked one of the females.

Killer placed one hand on the head of the female still busy on sucking and licking his still hard cock. "Thank you. It's sufficient, for now..." He said gently, nodding a bit. She watched him with pleasured and somehow surprised eyes and let him go unwillingly, with a curtsy. She was enjoying the work...

Then he walked towards the queen, knelled down in front of her and grasped hers muzzle softly, lifting it from the sand. She watched him with eyes full of tears, but finally completely devoid from any form of haughtiness. A glance of complete humility and submission. A glance finally sincere, and surprisingly, devoid of resentment. But surely full of regrets...

"You are going to be my slave, you know?" Killer asked with quiet, gentle voice.

She made a painful effort, nodding.

"You like this...?" Killer continued with a slight smile.

She nodded again. He dried her tears with a smile, licking them away from her cheeks before lightly and gently kiss her forehead.

"I can be gentle and kind, don't worry. Just don't get clever with me, ok? Now that you seem to have understood the lesson, I'll treat you well." He said softly, smiling a bit. She nodded immediately another time.

He nodded at that, turning towards the bloody, destroyed body of his rival. "Help her. I want her to live."

Her eyes thanked him, and he smiled in answer from over his shoulder as he bent towards the body of Griagas and reached with his hands for his neck as the arena fell silent.

"Sure, majesty." The females lifted Nike with attention, carrying her rapidly out of the arena, running towards the infirmary of the palace.

The male, meanwhile, calmly removed the necklace from the neck of his rival and lifted it clearly in front of the crowd, standing up in all his glory as he rose the necklace over his head and then wore it, before return calmly in the centre of the arena and take again his huge sword in his hand, lifting it in the air, over his head as he roared in victory and claim of his power. And no one could dare even to just dream to challenge his domain... And the crowd applauded the new alpha male of the pack. The new king.