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An End

Chapter 78

Etienne choked, watching as his own blood spilled down his chest in dark rivulets. The black fox sneered at him and twisted the dagger deeper, and he screamed.

"Now," whispered the black fox, "you will never have her. Do you know what the light is in the sky, dog? It is a world. Azrian has ascended to make that world. She has become fully immortal. She has become truly a goddess. And now you are mortal again. And I will let you live --" he ripped the dagger free and Etienne choked as blood spattered his face "-- so that you may live everyday of your short, miserable, mortal life knowing that you can not have her. If I can not have her . . . no one can."

"Sinte!"

Etienne's heart leapt. That was Azrian's voice! He peered past the black fox and could see Azrian through the great hole in the wall, standing in the yard, tense with anger. Etienne stiffened. There was something very different about her, something ethereal, something that reminded him of the daughters of Kutre. She thrummed with power, and the beat of her red wings made the fire licking over the scaffold leap and dance. The guards and nearby crowds cowered before her in awe, and Etienne saw many of them fall to their knees, screaming about Queen Nadheertia and the Second Coming.

Azrian ignored what was happening around her. She only had eyes for the black fox. She was wearing a long white gown that was stained with blood, and a hood obscured her face in shadow. Etienne could see her golden eye glinting fury as it peered bright from the depths of the hood. He was shocked to notice Hellene kneeling in the dirt beside Azrian. Azrian had Hellene by the mane, and the princess was weeping and sobbing pitifully. Azrian threw Hellene away from her in disgust, and Hellene fell to her face in the dirt and wept, bloody and defeated. Her wings of fire were gone.

The black fox slowly stood and approached Azrian. He dropped the dagger as he went to her, but Etienne was quick to notice that Azrian was wearing her own dagger. The black fox dropped to his knees before her and bowed his head, as if awaiting punishment. She silently drew her dagger . . . and stabbed him in the chest with it.

Etienne watched, his own pain receding, as the black fox sank over with a cry. Azrian turned her eyes past him and lifted her paw. The crowds screamed and pressed their faces to the dirt as a great chasm opened in the center of the yard. Dust rose in a blinding cloud, and the wind whipped around, relentless as it blasted everything in its path. Etienne saw several dogs go tumbling back like leaves, could see Judith clinging to the scaffold as her legs and mane flew out behind her. Etienne gasped as the wind beat him against the wall and slapped his mane in his face. He watched as Azrian grabbed the black fox and Hellene by their manes . . . . and tossed them screaming into the hole. The chasm closed like a yawning mouth. Then the dust settled. And the wind was still.

***

Sinte couldn't stop shouting as he tumbled down and down, the blood trailing in ribbons from his chest, the agony curling through him. He fell hard on his back and sat up, peering through the darkness, panting to catch his breath, and trying to figure out where he was. The ground was hard and cool, the walls as well.

Sinte heard a thump and a scream and realized the red dog had been tossed in with him. He peered in the direction of her panting, scratching the wound in his chest as he listened for her. His wound was already healing. His wings were gone, and with them, his magic. He had never dreamed that Azrian would take his magic from him and leave him to die a slow death in some underground prison. He had expected her to kill him outright. An end was all he had ever wanted -- an end to his suffering and despair, an end to his long years. Azrian had given him an end by making him mortal, but he would suffer slowly, starving to death down here in the dark. He let the despair settle over him. And then . . . he smelled her sex.

"Ah . . . ah . . ." moaned Hellene. She sounded pained, but Sinte could hear the disgust in her voice, and the anger. Her little fists drummed the walls. "That vixen whore!!!!" she screamed. "If I ever get out of here --! Ayni! Mother, save me --!" She choked to silence when Sinte grabbed her wrist in the dark. "Who's there! L-Let . . . let go of me, you brute!"

Sinte squeezed until he felt bones shudder and she sobbed herself silent. "Shut up, bitch," he whispered. "You're mine now. If we're going to die down here . . ." His paw found her tail and he dragged her to him.

"N-No!" she sobbed, clawing frantically at the dirt.

" . . . I'm going to enjoy every last second of it."

"N-No -- ahh!"

He found her panties and tore. She screamed softly, and he could hear her clawing to get away. He found her tail again and dragged her closer through the dirt. Her panties were hanging in torn ribbons over her backside, as was her gown. He grabbed her gown and tore, again and again, ignoring her soft screams and sobs, tearing and ripping, until he could feel her soft naked body. He groped her and squeezed her, and she twisted and sobbed.

"Mother! Ayni! Save me!"

"Shut up -- be still! Ayni can't save you now!"

She tried to escape him, but he grabbed her by the mane and yanked her back. She screamed again when he bit her neck. His big paws fumbled to grope her breasts. They were trembling and soft and sharp. He squeezed them hard and felt himself awaken. She gasped when she felt the hot slap of his erection.

"N-No! Mother!"

"I said be still!"

She scrambled to get away again, but he wrapped his big arm around her throat and choked her to sobs. His paw found her panties again. Her frantic paws fumbled to slap him off, but he managed to slip his fingers in her sex and caress the soft lips. She shivered and whispered a protest. He slipped his fingers deeper and sank his fangs in her long neck, wishing he could see her, relishing in her frightened breathing. Her breasts rode with every terrified gasp, heaved and rode in his groping paws. She was probably quite lovely with her clothes hanging off her in shreds.

She sobbed brokenly as he fondled her and carefully pinched her nipples. She couldn't fight him, couldn't escape him, though she twisted with all her might when he kicked her thighs apart. He bent her forward on paws and knees. "N-No -- please! Not a fox! Anything but a f-fox --" "I said shut up!" "A-Ah!" He ploughed his massive erection through the heat of her sex and felt her panties tear around it. The thickness of him stretched her sex taunt, and she screamed as he filled her, breasts flapping as she sought to escape. He bit her neck again viciously, and she fell still, sobbing pitifully as he punched his erection through her lips and to the base. "Ah!" He began to thrust relentlessly hard and fast, driving himself in and out through her clenching sex until she screamed. He came inside her with a soft cry, and she sagged in his arms, sobbing as he used the semen to lubricate himself before plunging again. Her quiet sobs soon filled the cavern, drowned out only by his grunts . . . and the squelching of their joined sexes.

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph! Your pussy is so tight. What about your ass?" He fumbled to peel the plump cheeks of her rear-end apart, and his thumb found her soft anus. It squirmed against him in silent protest.

"N-No! Not there! Mother, s-save me!"

She struggled in his arm and he tightened it around her. Her tail was flashing everywhere, trying to shield her. He grabbed her tail by the base and sighed as he slowly crammed his thick erection between her buttocks. "A-Ah! No! Please! Oh god!" Her buttocks squirmed desperately to take him and her body tensed. She screamed helplessly as she was filled, as he slowly crammed himself in to the base. He groped her breasts in fistfuls and humped her until her breasts were slapping in his paws, until her teeth were clicking, until her anus was clenching hard on his width. She bucked and squirmed and sobbed, but her wriggling only drove him deeper.

"Pull it out! It's too b-big! Pull it out!"

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph! So tight, little bitch." He took her by the hip and fed himself hard and deep under her tail.

Hellene's body jerked as she was pounded, and she sobbed brokenly, unable to escape the thick intrusion of his erection, his biting or his groping, or the strong wall of his arm.

And the assault continued. Until they both knew an end.