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Chapter 3:

Darkness Rising

The events of the last two days had blurred for Gavin. In a distant haze he made his way to Grey River and informed the guard there what had happened. None had believed him until he showed. Shortly there after the events had finally caught up with him and he passed out, only to be riddled with nightmares.

On waking, he took the fastest horse Grey River had to offer and rode it in to the ground, running the rest of the way to the capital city to give the news. With the royal family gone, that put the Archmage in charge. This thought disturbed Gavin.

After being plagued with nightmares once more, Gavin now found himself still in something of a haze, patrolling the walls by the light of a full moon. He couldn't get the images out of his head, he'd seen is share of death, but not like that. The dragon also left him with a slightly uneasy feeling, something didn't feel quite right about it.

The timing had been too perfect, as if it knew he was coming. It also seemed to know about him and the princess. Most disturbingly, it let him live, to send a message. But there had been no other option, who would have delivered this monsters message if he hadn't been there?

Footsteps brought him out of his thoughts, it was the Archmage once again. Gavin turned and bowed respectfully. "Sire. What brings you to the wall at this hour?"

"Looking for you, Gavin." The Archmage replied with a smile. "There's been rumors circulating around the castle, about you and the princess. Oh no, don't try and deny it, I know they're true. Well, I knew she had been fooling around with someone, and your reaction to her death confirms it."

"I wasn't going to deny it, sire." Gavin replied, nodding. "I know it was strictly forbidden, but at the same time, my duties require attending to all the needs of the royal family."

"Don't worry Gavin, I don't mind." The Archmage chuckled. "I've bigger things to concern myself with, such as keeping this country running, without provoking the dragon any further. But, you do know if it falls on the wrong ears, you will be discharged from the guard, and likely executed."

"They would try." Gavin said. "However I cannot die yet, I've a dragon to slay. After that, my life is meaningless."

"You intend to slay the dragon?" The Archmage asked in disbelief.

"Aye, that I do." Gavin replied solemnly. "The beast has committed a terrible crime against this country, the crown, and the royal family. This is an executable offense."

"That it is." The Archmage nodded. "But I cannot have you endangering the entire country by making some foolish and suicidal strike at the beast."

"This is something I must do, sire." Gavin replied.

"That's too bad Gavin, you could have been useful still." The Archmage said with a sigh, making a quick series of gestures. First Gavin's blades fell off his back, then before he could react a wall of pure force struck him, sending him toppling over the edge. "Begone, fly."

The words struck Gavin harder than the wall of force, harder even than the rapidly approaching ground would. But, he couldn't die here, not now. He had one chance to survive, the moat was about ten feet from the wall he was falling about two feet from.

Summoning every ounce of strength he could muster, Gavin slammed his feet in to the wall, the impact causing him to topple mid air, and less than a second later he was rewarded by a loud splash, closely followed by everything going black.

The most unpleasant sensation of trying to inhale water brought him back quickly. Unfortunately at this point he was already well on his way to the bottom of the moat, his armor weighting him down. Swimming in chain mail wasn't idea, but it beat drowning trying to take it off.

The swim to the surface was slow and agonizing. Less than fifty feet, but it felt like fifty miles. His muscles ached, his lungs screaming for oxygen. He was beginning to question weather he would have been better just hitting the ground when his head finally broke the surface. Air had never tasted so sweet.

He drug himself on to the shore, hoping that the Archmage hasn't watched him go down. He knew that there would be a hunt for him soon enough when a body wasn't found, but he hoped to get a few miles between him and the city first.

He stripped out of his armor walking away from the moat, casually discarding the pieces as he went. Once he was completely free, he turned around and returned to the moat, retracing his exact footsteps. The moat was a natural river that had been re-routed, so it would take him out of the city.

He followed the river as long as he could continue swimming, which was an impressive distance by most standards, however by his standards it was mediocre at best. When he drug himself out of the river, he looked around, everything was still dark, he knew he was in the outlying forest, but he had no clue how far from the city he really was.

What he did know is that it was far too cold, he wasn't far enough from the city to make a fire, so he had to keep moving to stay warm, and his body barely wanted to work. He staggered away from the river as fast as his legs would take him, only a fraction of his normal speed.

His focus faded, the pain and cold making everything a haze. He vaguely wondered how he could be both numb and in pain at the same time, and concluded that the gods simply hated him. These were some of his last conscious thoughts before his body finally succumbed to the cold and collapsed. Shortly there after, it all went black and he wondered if he had survived so much, simply to freeze to death in the woods.

* * *

Qiari had been rather surprised by Korin's response to her coming back with more money and a rapier. He'd been disproving, until she explained what the pervert wanted in exchange for a suit of clothes, to which he just smiled and said 'those who constantly take, tend to lose in the long run.'

The rest of the trip to Silver Vail was decidedly boring. Korin didn't even seem interested in fooling around when they stopped for the night.

On arriving in Silver Vail, she and Korin parted ways, Korin retreating back in to the forest, not exactly being fond of cities. She found herself an inn to spend the night in. The room was small, the bed was hard, a little short for her, and smelled funny, but it felt like heaven to her. Almost as much so as the hot bath she had drawn the next morning, it was rather costly, but that was no matter, her merchant friend had been rather successful, his purse containing over two hundred crowns.

It was during her bath that she overheard a conversation that gave her her next course of action. It seemed that Silver Vail was being plagued by a werewolf, the outlying farms continually losing cattle, and the night before it had attacked a young girl, brutally raping her.

This was why she went looking for the mayor, or village elder or whatever, and found herself directed to the towns smith.

"What kin I do for ye, lass?" The smith asked, looking up from his work to survey her as she walked in to his shop. "Ye're not from around here, are ye?"

"Nope, I'm a wanderer." Qiari replied, giving a winning smile. "I am Tiera the Iron Fang, monster slayer. Perhaps you've heard of me?"

"Aye, of course!" The smith replied, he was lying, but then so was she. That was the beauty of small towns, they never said they hadn't heard of a hero, because they didn't want to risk offending them. "'tis an honor to have ye in our town, m'lady. Might I ask as to what brings ye here?"

"Well, I've heard you have something of a werewolf problem?"

"Aye, that we do." The smith nodded. "He's gettin' bolder, at first we were losin' cattle, occasionally farmers would report seein' it harassin' their stock, but it fled when it saw them. But last night it raped poor Jenny Stahl, she's still in shock. Hasn't said a word. Ye're here to stop it?"

"Yep, that's the plan." Qiari replied. "I will need to get some equipment from you before hand though, last week I had to get a rust monster out of the royal armory, and it destroyed my armor and spear. Due to how depleted the armory was, I just took a rapier to defend myself with. I'll gladly offer that in trade, and pay the difference."

"If ye're takin' out the beast, it's on the house." The smith replied. "What do ye need?"

"Light weight armor. Preferably mithril chain?" Qiari replied, trying to keep from smiling. "And, a spear. The finest you have, silvered."

"I kin get these for ye." The smith replied. "I've a mithril shirt, should be about yer size. I'll have the apprentices fit it to you, I'll get yer spear ready. Ye'll be able to hunt tonight."

"Excellent!" Qiari replied with a smile. "Although, I feel guilty taking so much from you, at least take the Rapier. It is a fine blade, and once I've got a spear again, I'll have no need of it."

"If ye insist, m'lady." The smith replied, nodding. "It would be an honor to receive a blade used by such a hero."

With that the smith headed to his shop, she heard him yelling for his apprentices. Shortly thereafter two boys emerged from the shop to greet her. One was human, the other looked half-orc both looked around fifteen. A little older and she might have found herself a good way to kill the day.

"M'lady." The human bowed, "I am Hanz."

"And I am Franz." The half-orc bowed as well. "The master tells us you're going to try and kill the wolf that plagues us?"

"Yep, that's the plan." Qiari replied with a smile. "Never met a werewolf I couldn't kill."

"You've obviously never met Nachtier." Hanz said.

"He's a monster." Franz added.

"A brutal, vicious beast." Hanz continued.

"He's killed dozens of noble heroes like yourself." Franz said.

"It's always the same." Hanz said.

"They come in to town, bold. Strong. Armed to the teeth." Franz said exceitedly.

"Within a week, their body is found. Mutilated." Hanz said solemnly.

"Horrible things happen to them." Franz said

"He doesn't just kill people and eat them." Hanz explained.

"Do you boys have any idea just how irritating that gets?" Qiari snapped, interrupting Franz before he could continue. "I know what I'm up against, honestly. I promise, that beast will no longer plague you."

"Sorry, m'lady." They said in unison.

"We'll get you fit for that mithril shirt now." Franz said.

"If you'll just follow us." Hanz said.

"It's right this way." Franz continued, heading in to the shop.

"Bloody hell, don't start that again." Qiari growled, following the two.

And so it went for the three hours it took the apprentices to measure her, and adjust the mithril shirt to fit her frame. The two would hardly be silent for two seconds, with the constant back and forth that reminded her of a game of orcish T'Niz. Only less bloody.

Which is why three and a half hours later she was sitting on a table in the local tavern, getting tipsy off of elven wine (free of charge), while relating tales of her grand adventures and conquests. Half of them were half-true.

"Oi, stables are down the street!" A random holler from the crowd interrupted her recounting of her valiant defeat of five hardened criminals, causing her to look up to the door, seeing Korin standing there.

"'s good folks." Qiari said, a little to loudly with a smile, standing up unsteadily. "He's with me. My faithful companion."

"Steed more like." Someone in the bar remarked.

"Oh I ride him." Qiari grinned. "But not how you think."

This got the desired reactions. At least half the patrons of the bar just about choked on their drinks, and Korin turned bright red, even more so when Qiari wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled in to his chest.

"Ahem." Korin cleared his throat and ushered her out the door. "If you don't mind, I need to take the great hunter here away for a few minutes. She'll be back to finish her story, I am sure."

"Couldn' stannd bein' 'way from me?"

"Yeah something like that, Tiera."

"Err.." Qiari paused for a moment blinking, then shook her head and laughed. "Yeh. That's me! The Iron Fang! Heee!"

"You're conning these people, aren't you?"

"A li'l .. mebbe."

"'A little'? A little is scamming them out of a night in the inn. You're taking advantage of these people's fear!"

"So? Whassit matter t'you?"

"This is a small town, they don't have much. They can't afford having a con artist take them for armor, supplies, elven wine, and whatever else you've decided you need."

"Serves 'em right fer bein' so trustin' and foolish."

"That's an unfortunate attitude. How do you think the townsfolk would react if they found out they're being taken?"

"They won't! Tha's the beauty of it! They'll think I got killed by th' .. critter. What'm I killin' again?"

"Werewolf."

"Yeh. Werewolfy!"

"Now, presume someone happened to let slip that you were really a two-bit thief recently run out of Grey River, found half dead in the middle of the forest and nursed back to health?"

"They'd be peeved I'd say. Don' see how that'd happen though, only you know that.. Oh! Yer blackmailin' me?!"

"A little, maybe."

"Whatcha want? Want me ta suck yer dick again? Or you wanna fuck me? ... not that drunk yet though!"

"Tempting, but neither."

"Eh? Whips and chains 'cause I been naughty?"

"No. You're going to make good on your promise to these people. You're a formidable fighter, you have to be to have survived the arena match.. If you didn't make that up, too. I am sure between the two of us, a single lycan isn't going to be an issue."

"Y'mean.. be all heroy and stuff? Nothing kinky?"

"Yes. Nothing kinky." Korin chuckled. "Not that doing something kinky isn't an option anyways."

"You just like makin' things difficult, don' ya?"

"Yep. Now first thing you're doing is sobering up, and getting well rested for hunting tonight."

"Sure you don't want to get me drunker and fuck me? It'd be easier and a lot more fun!"

"Maybe next time."

"Feh! Guess I don' have a choice. If you get me killed, 'm never speakin' to you 'gain."

"Obviously." Korin laughed.

* * *

Gavin's consciousness slowly returned to him. He was warm, dry and remarkably not in pain. This seemed too good to be true, he hesitantly opened his eyes, half expecting to see a demon standing over him or the like, instead he found himself alone in a small clearing, surrounded by trees, in a bed of various plants.

A glance at the sky told him it was fairly late in the day, he'd been out for a while, twelve hours at least, closer to fifteen was his guess though. He slowly stood up, examining his surroundings still on edge and uncomfortable being unarmed.

"I was wondering if you would actually awaken," The voice was female, and had no visible source. "or if the damage done was more than just physical."

"Show yourself." Gavin hissed, flexing his claws.

"Tsk. No way to talk to your rescuer." The speaker stepped out of a tree in to the clearing, a beautiful woman seemingly made of live wood with pale green hair like the leaves on a tree.

"I am sorry, recent events have put me on edge. I do thank you for your help."

"I am not the one you should be thanking." The dryad smiled, pointing to a small squirrel sitting in a nearby tree. "She is. She found you and informed me."

"A ... squirrel. Okay, thank you, squirrel." Gavin said with a laugh, then turned back to the dryad. "Where are we? How far from the capital city?"

"Around a hundred yards from where you fell. So around a mile from the city."

"Not far enough. I do thank you, but I need to get moving. I've a dragon to slay, but first I must reclaim that which is mine."

"Godspeed then, cheetah." The dryad said coldly, stepping back in to her tree.

Gavin took a moment to get an approximate idea where he was, considering his options before he started moving. He needed a plan, he needed his swords back, which meant he needed to get back in to the castle. He would need supplies for that, and weapons. The closest town to the capital was Silver Vail, that would be his destination. He just had to hope he could get there ahead of anyone looking for him. He also didn't know how he would pay for what he needed, but that was a problem for later.

He moved slowly through the forest, careful to leave as little trace as possible. It had been quite some time since he used this training, but it was still there, just waiting to be brought back to the surface. After a time, he noticed he was being followed, but not by anyone he had expected. A squirrel, the same squirrel from the clearing.

"Little squirrel, you don't want to follow me. I go only to my death, there is but one I must kill, first. That means nothing to you I know, because.. you're a squirrel. And I think I am officially nuts, talking to a bloody squirrel."

The squirrel stopped briefly, regarding him curiously. Perhaps wondering if he had any food, but then continued after him.

He considered at first doing something to get rid of the squirrel, but he really didn't want to hurt it. Instead, he tried ignoring it but it continued to follow him. In the end, he just decided to talk to it, as there was so much he needed to say, but there had been none he could speak to about it in the castle, so instead, he just told a squirrel.

* * *

"Qiari!" Korin's voice broke in to Qiari's blissful dreams, making her aware of a moderate headache. "If you don't get up by the time I count to three, I'm dumping a bucket of cold water on you. One."

"Mrg. Another five minutes."

"Two."

"Fucker." She opened one eye, seeing the centaur standing above her with a bucket. ".. hate you."

"You getting up, or do I need to say three?"

"I'm gettin'." She grumbled, slowly dragging herself out of bed. "Not that you're giving me any choice, bastard."

"Eh, more than you think." Korin said with a laugh, and dropped the decidedly empty bucket over her head.

".. Bah! Fucker, you tricked me."

"It worked. Now get dressed, you've got a werewolf to hunt. Oh, I picked up your spear from the smith."

"At least you're good for something then. And you don't think I should hunt the wolf naked?"

"Might lure it out quicker, as long as you don't mind getting raped by the beast."

"Eh, think I've had my fill of getting raped for the week." She said sarcastically, gathering her clothes up. "Maybe if we hunt a manticore next week."

"I was actually look at a frost giant for next week."

"Too big, and way too cold." She laughed, getting her clothes on and then retrieving her spear. Testing it's weighting and feel. "Nice. Probably the best spear I've held in years."

"Are you ready then?"

"Not really, but you won't let me procrastinate any longer."

"True enough." Korin replied, heading out of the inn, picking up his bag. "The beast seems to lurk to the north of town, we'll head that way and see if we can't pick up its trail to trace it back to its lair."

"Sounds like a horrible plan." She said, following Korin out, "I think we should head south east to the capital, then follow the river east to Oakport, and hop a ship to the Black Cove, where I can lay low for a while."

"Sounds like the cowards way out."

"A coward's mother never mourns."

"I doubt you have a mother who would mourn you."

"But what about you? Centaurs care about family, right?"

"Yes, we do. And my mother would tell me not to be a coward."

"She'd also tell you that you were an idiot for getting involved with a con artist."

"Point taken." He laughed. "Which is why I am going to straighten you out."

"Good luck." She glanced around the town, everything was closed down, windows shuttered. It was only now reaching dusk. "Wonder why there is no one to see us off?"

"Because, they don't think we're going to do anything but die. They lock the town up ask dusk begins to break, no one comes out until morning."

"What's the world coming to, when peasants don't believe in a phony hero of legend?"

"How do you pull that off, anyways?"

"It's simple, news travels fairly slowly to towns, even ones close to big cities, and when the news does reach them, it's always major things or local things. Heroes are notoriously egotistical, and small towns always either need something from the hero, or need the hero's business, so they will never risk offending them by saying 'I've never heard of you.'"

"That actually makes sense."

"The beautiful part is, most townsfolk know that it's a classic con artist trick. But they can never risk that it's not a con artist."

"Ash thinks he has picked up the trail." He said, reaching a hand down to her. "Get on, we may be able to track the wolf to its lair and catch it off guard."

"'Kay..." She grabbed his arm and swung up on to his back. "You sure we can't just head to Oakport?"

"I'm sure." Korin laughed, galloping north. "Tell you what, you can pick the destination after we take care of the werewolf."

Qiari watched the town fly by and quickly get replaced by forest, finding herself rather impressed by Korin's remarkable agility in maneuvering through the heavy brush. She wouldn't admit it to him, of course, but she actually had a lot of respect for the centaur, he seemed a genuinely good person. And he made part of her want to be better, too.

Of course, most of her wanted to just remain the same self-centered, greedy coward she had always been. Until today, she had never willingly gone to a fight. For that matter she had never fought a fight she could have run away from.

"This wolf is careful." Korin said after almost an hour. "He's gone in circles, doubled back, crossed his own path. It seems too intentionally random. I didn't think it would be that easy, but I hoped."

"Well, we tried." She replied. "I guess we just head for Oakport then."

"Yeah, sure. If you want to head off, alone through a forest you know is inhabited by a werewolf who has a taste for young maidens, you go right ahead."

"Bastard."

"Yep. We'll set up camp and hope we can get his curiosity up. Ash is looking for a good spot close to one of his commonly used trails."

"So we wait for him to come to us? That sounds brilliant."

"Do you have a better idea? One that doesn't involve running away, that is."

"No, because the only good idea is to go the opposite direction of the danger we know is present, rather than wait for it to come and kill us."

"Nothing is going to kill you Qiari, I promise."

"I feel so reassured." She said sarcastically.

"You should. I've never let anyone in my care die. A few lost limbs is all you have to worry about, and I can usually restore those." Korin chuckled, changing direction to head slightly more westward. "But Ash found us a camp site, and is gathering up fire wood."

"Doe it include a big spit so the werewolf can just have a fuckin' cookout?"

"Must you be so snarky?"

"Must you be such a pain in the ass?"

"If you want a pain in the ass, I'll give you one!"

"... Tempting." She purred, licking the back of his neck. "But, I think you're a little big for that hole."

"Pervert." He laughed.

"You complaining?"

"No, not really."

"I didn't think so." She said, "You know, there is one thing I'm trying to figure out..."

"What's that?"

"Why, if the townsfolk assumed I was just going to my death, were they so ready to outfit me? Usually, how much hope they have in your success can be determined by how much they give you or what kind of discount they will offer. Usually a town so hopeless they don't even see you off, might offer you a minor discount on wares you'll need, and give you a free meal. The kin of treatment I got shows more kind of town that has never seen a hero fail."

"Actually you know, I was talking to some of the townsfolk about that, more or less." Korin said, coming to a stop in the middle of a small clearing. "Here we are, a little too much cover around it, but in dense woods that's the best we can expect.

"Anyways," He continued, "they said that they recover most of the equipment from the heroes the werewolf kills. I find that rather odd, as most werewolves are still rather human-minded, and would want to keep such things to resell."

"That is kind of odd." she said, dismounting. "Unless the werewolf is one of the townsfolk, and wants to take care of his town?"

"But why would he attack farms, and even people?" Korin asked while working to set up the camp, "The girl he raped, it wasn't just a slightly aggressive fucking, it was more of a mentally and physically scarred for life experience. Complete with numerous broken bones, a dislocated jaw, both holes torn apart by the beasts knot.. And a large chunk bitten out of one of her breasts. Not to mention not letting anything larger than a house cat with a penis near her."

"... and you drug me out after this beast? I am going to kill you if the werewolf doesn't do it for me."

"Why not just do it now, my dear?"

"And be out here alone with that beast? No."

"That's what I thought." He chuckled, "So keep your threats to yourself until after we deal with the werewolf, OK?"

"Bastard."

The night went without anything more exciting than idle conversations, most of which ended with her calling Korin a bastard or the like, well in to the early morning hours. Somewhere around four in the morning Korin decided that the wolf wasn't coming and told her to wake him should anything happen, else he'd take her back to town at dawn, and look for a fresh trail.

So five o'clock found Qiari standing alone in a dark camp site, prodding the dying coals with her spear, not willing to go find more fire wood. Besides, dawn was near. The sky was just beginning to show the first signs of light, not that the light had reached the forest's floor yet.

Or, at least she thought she was alone. She never heard anything, the first indication she got that she wasn't alone is a large furry arm wrapping about her midsection pinning her arms, and her spear. She didn't even get a chance to try to scream before she felt something jammed in to her mouth, it tasted like leather and blood, biting in to it revealed it to be a thick leather bag of sand. She tried screaming past it but no sound came.

Her assailant casually turned and strolled out of the clearing, carrying her, ignoring her kicking and squirming. He carried her for at least fifteen minutes, although to her it seemed like hours leading up to an impending doom. The point he finally stopped seemed completely random to her, not even any real clearing in the forest.

"You thought you could kill me, little kitty?" Her captor taunted, throwing her down. "If you were male, you'd never have even seen me before I killed you. And, by the time I'm done with you, you'll wish you were male."

She tried to say something and found she couldn't, then tried to pull the gag out of her mouth, and found it wouldn't budge. So she decided to try and run, making it all of about ten steps before she felt something heavy slam in to her back and buckled to the ground.

"Don't bother trying to remove the gag, it'll only come out with a spoken command word. It's a simple word too. Just the opposite of black. Why will I tell you? Because you can't say it, obviously."

She finally turned to get a good look at her captor, he was a werewolf alright, and by the looks of him probably a dire wolf. She guessed he stood about eleven feet in height, covered in pitch black fur, two things stood out distinctly from his fur. His blood red eyes, and the head of his equally red cock poking out of his sheath.

She look towards her spear, but the wolf between her and it. She considered rushing for it, but didn't even get the chance. The wolf was on top of her again in an instant, binding her hands together with a piece of leather cord, she ha no idea where he got it but it was the least of her concerns.

"Oh don't look so scared." The werewolf said with a laugh, casually tearing through the lacing up the side of her mithril shirt to casually toss it aside, before ripping the rest of her clothes off. "I'm not going to kill you. Not yet at least, not for a long time."

The beast lifted her up by her arms, dangling her off the ground to look over her naked body. She could see his cock sliding out of his sheath with anticipation. She tried to kick him, but failed to get her swing right and just earned herself a slap in the face.

"Yes, yes, be defiant my little kitty. I like it when they have fight in them." The wolf said, carrying her over to a nearby tree and hanging her from a broken branch, facing the tree. "Of course I also like hearing them scream, but I can't risk letting your friends know where you are.. I just couldn't wait any longer."

The wolf knelt behind her and lifted her tail. She felt his tongue pressing firmly against her tail hole. She whimpered and relaxed her muscles, giving the beasts tongue ready access deciding it would hurt more if she fought it. Her gag stifled a yelp as the wolfs tongue plunged in to her, thicker and longer than most mens cocks.

She knew what this was leading up to, but still she couldn't help but moan as the wolf worked his tongue in her ass, to get her relaxed and lubed, ready for something much larger. As much as she hated it, it was turning her on horribly, even the thought of the beast fucking her.

"You a little slut, aren't you?" The wolf asked after sliding his tongue out of her. He took a quick lap of her pussy before standing up behind her. "You all horny for my cock, I see. Well, I won't keep you waiting."

She felt the pointed head of his cock press against her 'ready' tail hole, and then screamed in to her gag as an explosion of pain shot through her from the wolf driving his cock in all the way to the unswollen knot in a single thrust. His cock was at least a foot and a half long, and already nearly as thick as Korin's, and still not fully erect.

The wolf dug his claws in to her thighs, spreading her legs apart and pressing her against the tree before sliding his rapidly swelling cock out of her ass and driving it back in, falling in to a fast, pounding rhythm. With each thrust, he drove her up against the rough bark of the tree, tearing out bits of fur and leaving rough scratches all over her front side, including certain sensitive parts.

She whimpered in to her gag, tears running down her face, the wolf's cock swelling to fully erect as he pounded in to her, it was a small relief when he stopped driving his rapidly swelling knot in to her, she certainly didn't want to be tied, but she knew the only real relief would come when either she or the werewolf was dead.

The wolf continued thrusting in to her for what felt like hours (though she knew it was only about twenty minutes), the pain was eventually replaced by a numbness that left only the jarring of her body to tell her she was still being fucked.

The wolf let out a loud, triumphant growl and bit in to her shoulder. The pain brought her back out of her numbed haze just in time to feel the wolf drive his cock in to her one final time, slamming his knot against her ass, thankfully not penetrating though. The wolf's cock spasmed inside of her, shooting a jet of burning hot cum in to her bowels, before the wolf pulled out and sprayed the rest of his load over her back.

"You are my bitch now, little kitty." The wolf said, lifting her off the tree branch. He turned her to face him and wiped his cock off on her chest, chuckling. "And as long as you don't break as easy as my last few toys, you're going to be my bitch for a long time."

She stared at the wolf in hatred and fear, and a bit of disbelief that his cock had actually even fit in to her ass. She had been raped before, she had been humiliated before, but she had never felt so used and so helpless.

The wolf picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and jogged through the forest. She couldn't really see anything due to her angle, and the bouncing made it far harder to focus on anything over that her pain and growing nausea.

The trees and dirt gave way to stone all around, a tunnel. The rough, natural stone then gave way to cut and formed stone where the wolf stopped. She heard the creak of a door opening, and saw light.

The wolf carried her in tot he torch-lit room, from her angle should couldn't see much, but was looking like several torture racks, chains hanging from the walls, and bones everywhere. Mostly humanoid bones. Then the wolf swung her back over, slamming her on to her back on a table, sending pain shooting through her once more.

"Welcome to your new home." The wolf said, shackling her legs to the table spread wide, then untying her hands and shackling them as well. Finally he bent her head back off the end of the table, shackling it there, leaving her face to face with his sheath. "The last home you will ever have."

"Oh, one more thing. White." The wolf removed the gag from her mouth, and caught her lower jaw before she could close her mouth, taking a rope with three hooks tied to it, hooking the center one to her lower jaw, and the ends to loops on the table, forcing her jaw to stay open further than she could normally open it.

"Oo uching owar!" Was all Qiari could say before giving up trying to talk in her present situation, and instead just growled.

"Oh don't worry. I'll get back to you, slut." The wolf taunted her, walking back out of the room. "Right now, I have a centaur to kill. Maybe I'll fuck him, too, just for you."

"O uch oorsel!"