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The Ravager of the World (Lord DreamCrusher x Evendur)

Cael whimpered and groaned in pain as his body was encircled by the spiked, barbed metal. It dug into his flesh like it was trying to consume him, lines of blood apearing everywhere as Ul-Ruk's thrusts rocked his body against the tree trunk, the chains starting to saw into that as well. The oracle was in too much pain to process the small talk that the centaur was making about where these infernal chains had come from, as he worked his cock further into his prisoner's body. The Anumus's lips and tongue rubbed against that massive length, while he swallowed the centaur's precum as best he could, the flared head eventually making its way into Cael's throat proper. It seemed he'd either learned how to relax or broken. Though, the sounds of his struggled breathing were still audible, so, he couldn't have been too bad off.

The trapped femboy was being buried under chains, penis, and lust. His sanity was starting to erode away with all the pain he was in, from the blunt, dull pain of that centaur dick stretching out Cael's throat with his manhood, to the sharp, biting pain as the chains cut into his flesh more with each hoof clopping thrusts. The Anumus's movements were slowing, though, it would be hard for Ul-Ruk to see this, given how far his body was over top of his prey at this point. The oracle was starting to lose consciousness, the metal and wood binding him getting stained with his blood as he passed out.

"Ul-Ruk the Ravager!" A voice behind called out. When he turned around, he would see a half-dozen centaurs all ready to throw javelins at him. "We are here to apprehend you and make you face punishment for the crimes you committed on our village!" One of them called out. "Let your prisoner go and come quietly!"

No combat yet, talky time still.
 
His groans only grew louder as he stuffed himself deeper and deeper into his prisoner, savoring the tight grip around his manhood even if it was just to be an appetizer for the main course. Things were going relatively smoothly at this point and Ul-Ruk figured he could get himself halfway in with just a few more minutes, already he plowed into the throat which again elicited deep rumbles of pleasure from from his own lips. Then a voice shouted out to ruin his fun.

Pausing mid-thrust and turning over his shoulder to see the small group of centauri behind him, Ul-Ruk shook his head and replied. [Sylvan]"Can't you wait to die until after I've blown my load?" He wasn't afraid of the group and his speech showed it. Still, after focusing on the equine beneath him and realizing that the boy was nearly unconscious if not dying, he figured it was probably a good time to stop regardless and give the effeminate male another chance to heal himself; if he even still could. Ul-Ruk stepped back slowly and tugged his turgid length back as the wet, schlicking sounds of the motion rang out loudly in the otherwise quiet wood. At last the tip of his glans pulled free from Cael's lips with a wet *pop* and a small gush of saliva and precum followed in his wake, splattering upon the ground before the mighty centaur could turn to orient himself to face his would-be attackers. Of course, this slow turn left plenty of time for the group to stare in awe at his erect cock even if that was far from the reason they had hunted him down.

[Sylvan]"I left the herd and still you hunt me. Ravager though, is that what they are calling me now? Not bad, I might have to start using it myself." Six to one wasn't good odds for most individuals, and they might be able to take him, but that didn't mean he was ever going to be willing to just give up. To track him down like this meant they wanted him dead and Ul-Ruk had far too many plans for the future to throw them away now. Considering the situation, and the likely meekness of their minds, he made a point to take a few steps sideways and reveal the condition of his captive for them all to see in the hopes it would unsettle them and unbalance them for the fight to come. [Sylvan]"So, how many of you want to end up like him? I'm afraid I don't have any more chains but I've plenty of manacles and rope to keep you still."

Intimidate (Demoralize): [1d20+11]=9+11=20

I realize that Demoralize is normally single target, however the circumstance might convince you to allow it against multiples here. If not, then he'd single out whatever one demanded he face punishment.
 
[Sylvan]"How dare you still speak our tongue. Your words sound like foul excrement from the evil that you taint them with. You are our mistake and we shall deal with you, Ul-Ruk. You raped and impregnated the chieftain's daughter with your foal. Did you think he would not send his best warriors after you?" The leader replied, the contempt on her blonde hair framed face was as easy to see as Ul-Ruk's massive cock. The group looked a little horrified at the sight of the chain covered male dripping blood and practically unconscious, his mouth fucked open and hanging that way, it's possible his jaw might have broken with the larger male's quick exit, the way it hung off to the side and he looked at the group with a vacant stare.

Next, there was the sound of wood cracking and splintering, as those chains continued to constrict, pulling the boy's limbs even more sickeningly around the log, digging into his flesh more and more. He had not let off a burst of healing light in a while. It was almost like the chains were constricting a corpse. As the bit further into Cael, and the wood splintered even more, he could be heard making a wheezing noise, like the air was being crushed out of him. Ul-Ruk being a bit closer, could hear it was almost like his prisoner was laughing.

The chains lit with black flames of energy, as they finally broke through the wood and finished encircling his body, save for his head, ass and crotch. The wheezing laugh got louder, as cuts began to heal, the chains cutting more as he moved, but they were healing just as quickly as he float there, staring up at the sky. His broken jaw snapped back into place with a sickening crunch, and that's when his laughter became fully audible. It was the laugh of a broken mind, of a madman. The chained Anumus lowered to the ground, and as he turned around, his eyes were black with red pupils. More chains coalesced around his right fist, like some kind of cestus or gauntlet.

[Infernal]"Mas...ter...are they bothering you? Shall we kill them?" Chained Cael asks Ul-Ruk, tilting his head to the side as he smiled an eager, evil grin.

You succeed on your intimidate, they are demoralized for 1 round. Please roll initiative.
Centaurs [1d20+6]=3+6=9
Cael [1d20+5]=4+5=9
I forgot the demoralize, Centaurs go on 7.
 
Their anger made him laugh boldly in their faces, amused as they recounted his deeds with pure hatred. [Sylvan]"Best warriors? You are a token force, nothing more. Something to placate the others, meant only to return empty handed...or not at all." Their posturing would have to wait as the cracking sounds of the wood splintering behind him drew everyone's attention. As the metal constricted into the anumus' body Ul-Ruk was convinced beyond a doubt that they were not only magic but also cursed, he'd heard tales of such things in the past but never like this. The display might have been sickening to the others but he was more fascinated by it than anything. True it meant there might be danger presented to him from both sides but a little chaos wasn't such a bad thing on the field of battle now was it?

The body, perhaps corpse, was bound and somewhat transformed before their very eyes until it rose with the metal biding the effeminate male's form and spoke in a dark language that Ul-Ruk himself somehow recognized with ease. The mighty centaur tilted his head in confusion but decided to trust in this being, whatever it was, at least until the other centauri were dealt with. [Infernal]"Keep the leader alive, I want her to experience the same fate I delivered upon the chieftain's daughter. The others..." He shrugged before finishing. [Infernal]"...don't need to survive."

It was a risk to trust this corrupted entity, perhaps even a spirit possessing the equine's corpse, but he could sort out the truth later. If it wanted to call him master and fight by his side then why would he turn that down? With that made clear to his temporary ally, Ul-Ruk pulled the dark metal harpoon from his back and coiled the end of the rope that bound it around his right arm. Before the other centauri could react to his aggression, he tapped into the dark rage within his heart and bellowed out a screaming challenge as he charged forward towards the center of the hunting party and thrust his weapon towards the centaur beside the female leader.

Initiative: [1d20+3]=17+3=20

If Ul-Ruk hadn't intimidated them then I feel certain Cael's transformation would have lol

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Free Action - Enters Rage
Free Action - Draws Harpoon
Charges and makes single attack with Power Attack against whichever one is not the female leader.

Charge attack (vs Flat-Footed since they haven't acted yet in the battle): [1d20+14]=15+14=29
Damage: [2d6+20]=6+20=26 (Piercing)

AC is currently 20 because of Rage and Charge
 
The femboy nodded and smiled, his changed eyes making it look even more sinister than it already did. [Infernal]"Yes Master. She will be a lovely sow for you, chained and gravid with your young...I will make the rest hurt for you, Master, please hurt me more later." The kyton infused Femboy darted off along with his new leader, having been corrupted by these sinister chains.

Those corrupted Anumus eyes stared right at the blonde across the short battlefield. "You! The Master desires your womb! Stay still while we dispatch the others!" He calls out with a cackle as runs up to Ul-Ruk's left, putting himself in between his Master and the largest number of centaurs.

Cael runs over and slams his fist into the centaur on his left. [1d20+9]=13+9=22
[1d4+4]=4+4=8
First two dice are to centaur, last is to Cael[_3d6]=(3+4+5)=12

The two Centaurs in melee with Cael attack him, adjusting slightly so they can flank.

The other three attack the raging Ul-Ruk.

The leader has a look of further disgust on her face as this creature tells her in a shared language what The Ravager intends to do to her., and attacks as well.

Cael #1 [1d20+5]=7+5=12
Cael #2 [1d20+5]=20+5=25
Cael #2 Confirm (Fail) [1d20+5]=17+5=22
Cael #2 Damage [1d8+2]=5+2=7

Ul-Ruk #1 [1d20+5]=4+7=11
Ul-Ruk #2 [1d20+7]=3+7=10
Ul-Ruk #3 [1d20+7]=13+7=20
UI-Rul #3 Damage [1d8+2]=5+2=7

Leader [1d20+5]=19+5=24
Damage [1d8+2]=6+2=8
 
The battle lines were drawn with a savage crash of flesh and steel. Ul-Ruk's harpoon ripped a hole in his target's torso and withdrew with a horrifying crunch, leaving the individual barely able to stand any longer and his weapon now properly quenched in blood. If nothing else the anumus was being a decent distraction to help ease the number of enemies upon himself, though he did not come out unscathed nevertheless as two blows slipped past his armor and cut into his toughened hide.

In his rage he barely felt the thrusts and truly they hadn't slowed him down at all. From this point he turned his torso and spun the harpoon around to engage the targets on his left side, swinging his hindquarters around so that he could lash out with a kick against the nearly-dead centaur he'd already wounded.

Ul-Ruk takes...11 damage after DR.

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Hoof attack vs Wounded centaur (w/ Power Attack): [1d20+8]=20+8=28
Critical Confirmation: [1d20+8]=12+8=20
Damage: [1d6+11]=5+11=16 + 1 Fire
Bonus Damage if Crit Confirms: [1d6+11]=5+11=16 + 1 Fire

Harpoon strikes against centaur to the south of his position:
Attack 1: [1d20+14]=10+14=24
Damage: [2d6+23]=4+23=27

Attack 2: [1d20+9]=5+9=14

Second Hoof Attack towards South centaur: [1d20+8]=6+8=14
 
The light went out in the wounded centaur's eyes as soon as it felt the sizzle of that hoof, though, he was sent tumbling as a corpse from the powerful blow. The harpoon bit flesh again, but Ul-Ruk's hoof clanged off armor, his foe having dipped to block the blow after seeing what happened to their companion.

"Haha! Your weapons don't hurt as much as Master's cock did when it broke my jaw!" The femboy devil giggled with glee as he punched the same centaur again, sadly not having the ability to make multiple attacks like them.

Cael Heals 3 HP
Cael Attack [1d20+9]=13+9=22
Cael Damage [1d4+4]=4+4=8
Vicious Damage 6 to Centaur, 4 to Cael

The corrupted Anumus keeps pace with his Master and fells one of their would-be captors, tearing a second vicious wound in his side, wheeling around to the other one.

"If this dishonorable bastard is going to use a demon and hooves, then we will too!" The leader calls out as the three attack to encircle Ul-Ruk, and the one remaining on Cael.

Leader
Spear [1d20+5]=1+5=6
Hoof 1 [1d20+0]=19+0=19
Hoof 2 [1d20+0]=12+0=12

Wounded Centaur
Soear [1d20+5]=18+5=23
Spear Damage [1d8+2]=6+2=8
Hoof 1 [1d20+0]=13+0=13
Hoof 2 [1d20+0]=12+0=12

Healthy Centaur
Spear [1d20+5]=16+5=21
Hoof 1 [1d20+0]=4+0=4
Hoof 2 [1d20+0]=8+0=8

They make many attacks, but only one spear finds purchase against Ul-Ruk's large, powerful form.
 
Ul-Ruk was too insensate at the moment to do much but growl and shout at his opponents even though he could clearly understand their words all the same. Instead of taunting them further, all that came from his mouth was [Sylvan]"Death for those that oppose me! I'll drench the earth in your blood!" One of the strikes nicked him again, ripping at his hide and drawing blood to run down his thick, black coat. It was still ultimately nothing though compared to the punishment he was delivering to them, they simply couldn't match his strength and ferocity even without accounting for the corrupted creature that aided him.

Following the same basic strategy, Ul-Ruk kicked out at the wounded opponent while turning his harpoon to the last healthy centaur that remained within his reach; except the leader of course. His hooves were deadly but his harpoon inflicted the most punishment, therefore he focused on weakening his enemies with his weapon and then kicking them to finish them off. The faster he dropped them, the faster he could turn his rage upon the leader who dared judge him for his so-called crimes. Oh how he would enjoy breaking her...but then, he still had to deal with the effeminate male who now called him master as well. Ul-Ruk was not so trusting to take this upon face value.

23 hits him and he takes 6 damage after DR.

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Harpoon attacks against healthy centaur (Power Attack):
Attack 1: [1d20+14]=1+14=15 (Nat 1)

Attack 2: [1d20+9]=16+9=25
Damage: [2d6+23]=6+23=29

Hoof Attack against wounded centaur to the south: [1d20+8]=17+8=25
Damage: [1d6+11]=6+11=17 +1 Fire

Hoof Attack against centaur to the south-east: [1d20+8]=13+8=21
Damage: [1d6+11]=1+11=12 +1 Fire
 
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I forgot the attack on Cael
Spear [1d20+5]=15+5=20
Hoof 1 [1d20+0]=20+0=20
Hoof Confirm (Fail) [1d20+0]=19+0=19
Hoof 1 Damage [1d6+1]=3+1=4
Hoof 2 [1d20+0]=4+0=4

A hoof catches Cael in his previously branded midsection, though, that wound his gone now, some of the pain returns. "You reminded me of pain from Master, I will make your end swift!" The newly minted kyton says as he attacks back at his larger foe.

Cael heals 3 HP
Attack [1d20+9]=1+9=10

Unfortunately, he too glances off breastplate this round.

It was down to just Ul-Ruk and the leader on the other side of the battlefield at this point. "Your friend there said you told him you wish to breed me? How dare you! I'll have you slain and buried before the day is through!" She says angrily as she and her compatriot attack.

Leader
Spear [1d20+5]=9+5=14
Hoof 1 [1d20+0]=3+0=3
Hoof 2 [1d20+0]=15+0=15

One on Cael
Spear [1d20+5]=9+5=14
Hoof 1 [1d20+0]=8+0=8
Hoof 2 [1d20+0]=17+0=17

Their attacks are all blocked, dodged, or bounce off armor and chain.
 
He laughed loud at her anger, the sound echoing with a sinister cadence that was further amplified by the adrenaline coursing through his veins. [Sylvan]"I will break you like I broke her! Punishment for daring to challenge me!" Spittle flew from the corners of his mouth as he yelled but he was not punished by her weapon or hooves this time, this time she was faltering and he could sense her weakness growing.

Maintaining just enough of his awareness not to skewer her like the others, Ul-Ruk stowed his harpoon into the leather sheath that crossed his back and surged forwards towards the female. He could have struck her and beat her down through non-lethal means, targeting spots that would cause pain but not lasting injury, but instead he decided that he didn't want the risk of her running away to be ignored. His thick, muscular arms reached out to try and pin her own and hold her in place. He was so rabid however that his front hooves would be searching for an opportunity to strike her lower torso as he came crashing forward like a raging beast.

Move action to stow his weapon.
Standard to attempt a Grapple: [1d20+19]=4+19=23

Oof, horrible roll. However I think that's enough if these are base Centaur without modifications.

Success activates Raging Grappler so he automatically gets to deal damage.
Hoof Damage (Nonlethal): [1d6+5]=6+5=11 +1 lethal Fire damage
 
Cael's wounds continue to knit back together as he continues his fight with the centaur.

Cael Heals 3 HP
Attack [1d20+9]=19+9=28
Cestus Damage [1d4+4]=1+4=5
Vicious Damage 8 damage to Centaur, 2 damage to Cael

"Get your hands off me, Ul-Ruk! You'll not have me like you had my older sister!" The blonde says angrily as she attempts to break free of his grasp, squirming away from his lecherous touch, already knowing what was in store for her if she couldn't free herself and run the brute through.

Escape Attempt (Failure) [1d20+7]=3+7=10

The other centaur leaves the chain-covered equine to help against Ul-Ruk.

Cael's AoO
Cestus [1d20+9]=12+9=21
Cestus Damage [1d4+4]=1+4=5
Vicious Damage 6 damage to Centaur, 5 Damage to Cael

Other Centaur
Spear [1d20+5]=1+5=6
Hoof 1 [1d20+0]=3+0=3
Hoof 2 [1d20+0]=4+0=4

However, he is so emasculated by the large, powerful centaur that was still dripping precum that he horribly fails all his attacks, and the parting jab that Cael got along the way didn't help either.
 
The other centaur came to aid the leader but Ul-Ruk shrugged it off. He had a plan in mind and he would not be dissuaded from completing it. The male could wait his turn to die, or be dealt with by the corrupted creature, whichever came first. Unfortunately, even if the male hadn't succeeded in harming him at all, the presence made Ul-Ruk's focus slip just long enough for the female to wrench free from his grasp. [Sylvan]"Defiant bitch! If you didn't want to be ruined then you shouldn't have come to me!"

He bellowed in frustration at losing his grip of her but not all was lost just yet. If she broke and ran then he'd be hot on her tail, the forest prevented a full gallop anyways. If she continued to try and fight him, well, she'd lose just like all the others. With hands still free he tried to goad her on, to make her angry so she'd not think straight. [Sylvan]"I can still hear her muffled cries as I filled her womb. As her bleeding cunt lost its virginity to my massive cock."

Standard Action Maintain Grapple (+5 because she failed to break free): [1d20+24]=1+24=25

He literally only fails on a 1...awesome. She gets free.

5ft step south.
 
Cael runs at the other Centaur, as he's worried that if he doesn't do well, Master won't give him any more of that sweet pain that he craved.

Cael takes net 3 damage. I had the rolls here, but I closed the tab and lost what I typed. He killed the centaur.

The last non leader centaur down, he watches the other two do battle.

"We'll see who penetrates who!" She says angrily as she attacks with all her might with her spear and hooves. However, all her attacks miss in her blind rage.
 
She was reckless, foolish, pathetic. He easily avoided her strikes and waited for the right moment to try and grab her again, unfortunately she wasn't giving him a clean window and his attempts only amounted to flailing as he couldn't establish a hold. A part of him wondered if she'd sober up and recognize the futility of her actions but he certainly hoped that wouldn't be the case.

Grapple Check: [1d20+19]=1+19=20

Oh Nuffle, why must you love me so?
 
Cael frowned as he saw his Master having trouble wrangling his latest conquest. What could he do to help? The femboy wiggled a little as he thought, before it came to him. He approached Ul-Ruk and gave him a slap on the hindquarters. "Get her Master!" He said encouragingly as he cast a spell.

Cael heals 3, and casts Bull's Strength on Ul-Ruk, giving him +4 Strength for 5 minutes.

Fortunately for Ul-Ruk, he wasn't giving her any good attack openings either, as her attacks continued to miss him as well, though her rage and desire for revenge drove her further.
 
He snapped his head around and sneered at he direction of the effeminate male who dared slap his ass. Of course, the firm hindquarters scarcely registered the impact beyond a swift tap but it was the gall that bothered him more than anything and he had to resist lashing out with a swift kick as payment. Regardless of what his temper might be driving him to do, the magic that seeped into his body did empower his muscles further beyond just his simple rage.

Ul-Ruk immediately plowed forward and pressed his body against the female's humanoid torso. Of course, his breastplate prevented any skin to skin contact as their chests remained close but the distraction proved to be exactly what he needed to gain a hold of her limbs for a second time. Without much conscious decision he kicked out at her legs, wanting to inflict pain and hopefully weaken her stability while he struggled to keep her arms under control.

She wiggled and writhed beneath his grip but this time there was no help for her and no chance of her escape. Ul-Ruk stared into her eyes to show her the depths of his fury as he brought her arms forward and bound them together at the wrists with rough hempen rope. But that wasn't the end of things, no. With her arms bound he pulled them down so that they'd rest flat against her stomach and he looped the remaining rope underneath her front legs, tying off around her ankles and forcing her down so that she had to kneel. Once that was secured he cut the remaining length of the rope that hung off and stepped back to survey his handiwork.

With her arms tied down to her front legs the female couldn't stand up. If she tried to unfold her legs from beneath her then the rope would pull on her hands and force her human half to curl over. There was a bit of give but not enough to accomplish anything meaningful, she wasn't going anywhere. From here he started to steady his breathing and lower his heartrate, to push back the inferno of rage that empowered him until he was panting from fatigue in the wake of it all. Today really was his lucky day, bloodshed, rape, and proper killing. He had the younger sister of his first prey at his whim, but he needed to figure out what the deal was with this male he had tortured before he could properly focus on satiating his throbbing erection.

Current Round

[1d20+23]=19+23=42

Pfffft and now he rolls really good, of course.

Raging Grappler free damage (Nonlethal): [1d6+6]=2+6=8 +1 lethal Fire

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Next Round

I don't believe she can beat his CMD even on a natural 20 so I'm just going to roll to maintain the grapple in the following round(s) and expedite things.

Maintain Grapple: [1d20+28]=13+28=41
Success means he chooses to Pin her.

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Round After That

Maintain Grapple: [1d20+28]=9+28=37 (Forgot the -10 to tie up because of grappling so that's a 27 total)
Success means he utilizes Tie Up with his rope and the DC for her to escape is...43. He also activates Raging Grappler to give her the Prone condition.

Ends Rage. He'll be fatigued for 16 rounds lol.
 
The blonde fought and resisted him, growling in frustration as he forced her to kneel before him. "You bastard! Let me go this instant!" She bellowed, as she was out in a tie that left her either kneeling, or bent over so much she couldn't see.

The devilish Cael stood by, his wounds having fully healed by the time the Centaur was restrained. He smiled as Ul-Ruk wheeled on him, looking his chained form up and down. "Hello Master." He said plainly, though his voice seemed like he was eager for something.
 
[Sylvan]"Hah...shut up and sit quiet. I'll...ah...deal with you soon." Still painting and clearly tired from the battle, Ul-Ruk turned around to regard Cael and paused as he looked at the effeminate male which was currently clad in chains from head to toe. All the wounds inflicted upon the anumus' body were all but healed, closing and sealing before his very eyes and leaving behind only the spilt blood to tell that anything bad had actually happened at all. [Infernal]"Explain yourself. When I...hah... left you you were all but dead on that tree trunk."

Ul-Ruk paused to take another few deep breaths while the sweat formed large beads upon his body and ran down him like small rivers, drops splashing onto the grassy earth beneath him and mixing with the wounds of his body to carry the lingering remnants of his blood at the same time. His wounds weren't serious and they'd soon close up and scab. What he needed to determine was whether or not this male was a threat; whether he could risk trusting him to any extent. [Infernal]"You were pleading for me to stop...ahh...now you call me...'Master' and...hah...beg for more pain."

Sense Motive: [1d20+15]=8+15=23
 
Cael's red and black eyes blinked as he had not expected the suspicion regarding his motives. He thought about it for a moment before replying.

[Infernal] "Master had bound me with the chains of a kyton, a chain devil. When I used my healing to try and save myself before, I also healed the chains. As I continued, I healed them more and more. Eventually, they covered my body, and showed me how wonderful pain was. I think my mind broke a little when I went unconscious from it all, and, the chains are a part of me now. And since you created me, by feeding the chains your evil blood, you are Master." He replied pleasantly, even if the language they spoke might sound terrible to outsiders like the other centaur.

Ul-Ruk detects no lies.
 
The information was...well hard to swallow but he detected no lack of sincerity from the anumus. Even the language they were speaking in was clearly laced with evil, harsh consonants and rough sounds cracked from the tongue to make it seem...hostile and oppressive. Despite the difficulty he held in believing this, there was a certain amount of logic presented by smaller male that settled into place within Ul-Ruk's mind. He didn't feel threatened in the slightest before this transformation and now, despite the newfound capabilities, he felt no hostility or danger towards himself either.

His nostrils flared a little bit as he exhaled, his breath starting to slow down even if he'd still need a few more moments to be comfortable again. [Infernal]"At least the story is in line with others considering me unforgivable..." He muttered under his breath though it was loud enough that Cael would certainly hear him. [Infernal]"Tell me your name then, slave. If you truly are bound to my service then make yourself...hah... useful. Loot these dead, pile up anything...ahh...useful for me to look through." The alternative to trusting the male was trying to kill him, though something stopped him from wanting to do that just yet. If this was a tool that he could use to his whims then why would he seek to waste it? He had precious little since his departure from his tribe, every advantage mattered.

Slowly, carefully, he turned his gaze away from the male and looked back to the female he held bound by rope. His ears still remained on alert to pay attention to exactly where the equine was, ready to spin around should he be approached without warning. Swallowing hard, Ul-Ruk reached down and cupped the females jaw in his hand to force her to look up in his direction. His palms were still covered in a fair amount of blood from the battle and it smeared against her fair flesh in a reminder of what happened to her allies, though she could turn her head to see their corpses without difficulty. [Sylvan]"I understand now why you came, why you did not flee as I killed the others. You think to avenge your sister. You act foolishly, with anger that you don't understand how to control. You take renegades and rebels like yourself and you march against the elder's will, thinking yourself noble and just. Your path is hardly far from my own."

A lot of assumptions were made on his part but he knew his people well. If the herd had sent a party after him then they wouldn't have sent one with a personal connection. For this younger sister to be here she had to be acting of her own accord, this made him more comfortable about the chances of future centauri war parties coming his way. [Sylvan]"Your sister should be thanking me. She might not have enjoyed the Limovi sa Lori Kosh'kin, the wild fucking, but I provided her child with my mighty lineage. The centauri have lost their history, their primal side. They forget that all are animals. Dominance and power trump all. I take by force what others cannot defend, that is the way of nature. The strong rule the weak." He released his grip on her jaw and slapped her with the back of his hand, creating a loud smack that echoed for a bit before getting absorbed by the sounds of wildlife.

It was at this point that he turned in front of her, showing her his side and moving incredibly slowly to walk around her so that she could have more than ample time to stare at his throbbing cock and his heavy, swinging balls. The black hair of his tail swished with anticipation, briefly revealing the puffy black flesh of his anus as he moved around her, and he settled into position behind the kneeling female where he began to cover her hindquarters in the shadow of his bulky frame until his drooling, pink helmet pushed against the dark folds of her pussy. [Sylvan]"I will take you as I took your sister. You'll carry my child just as she did and you'll return to the herd in shame, dripping a trail of my seed behind you and bearing the scars of my punishment to you for your insolence; for your attempt to mess with a force you can't possibly comprehend. Maybe one day fate will bring you back to me again where I'll gladly violate you once more. Maybe, in time, you'll learn to understand your place in servitude to a real stallion rather than those pretenders you know."

He wanted to hear her beg and cry and plead. He would not be gentle with her but, unlike Cael, he could go balls deep without any risk of lingering injury or death. Maybe, after he filled her womb, he'd fuck her ass too? Maybe he'd make her suck off the taste of her bowels from his cock? Then again, who knew how long she could suffer before passing out? Regardless of the what-ifs he could ponder for eternity, mounting her would allow him to keep his eyes out to watch the 'Kyton' and ensure he was acting as commanded. Pleasure was certain to come but he was still being cautious all the same.

Slap (nonlethal): [1d4+8]=1+8=9

Would normally be +6 but the Bull's Strength is still going.
 
Cael stood there non-threateningly, well at least as non-threateningly as a devil infused, mad looking equine could appear. He did not have any hostility towards the master, though, he did briefly debate showing some so that Ul-Ruk would hurt him some more.

[Infernal] "Yes Master. I still go by Cael Vellewyn. I am still me, just better and more resilient, now that you have gifted me with his new power, and appreciation for pain. Let me fix you first though." He said with a smile as he approached and touched the centaur, saying a small chant as he healed the larger male's battle wounds.

[Infernal] "I have more healing magics if you need them. As long as you do not kill your sow, I should be able to mend her. Do you want me to help open her up?" He asks, offering his wicked, chain covered arm to help loosen the blonde up, before seeing if any of the 5 dead centaurs had anything of value.

Ul-Ruk is healed for 20 HP with Cure Moderate Wounds. Cael finds their armor and weapons, but nothing of real value as he picks through the carcasses. Once he is done, he retrieves his body suit, carrying it over his arm.
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[Sylvan] "You bastard, you still talk as if you're some noble spirit, when you're just a villain with no conscience. The strong ruling the weak by force is not the way of the world any more." She replied, grunting in pain as he did not hold back slapping her, feeling like he could have knocked her head clean around if he'd wanted.

She saw him walk around, carrying that weapon of a penis with him. He was certainly the most well endowed centaur she'd ever seen, but, that didn't give him the right to laden their women with his bastard offspring! [Sylvan] "You will be punished some day Ul-Ruk. Your sons will be raised to hate and slay you. We are a long-lived race, we will not forget!" She says with simmering rage, as Ul-Ruk's front lifts up and presses his weight down on her hindquarters. The male centaur was wet and dripping thanks to the action earlier, but Kolvori, the blonde, was drier than a desert.

"Would you like me to make her quiet, Master?" Cael asked as he stood in front of the female, setting his armor down on the ground, and taking off his thong. He moaned in pain as chains covered and bit into his pony pecker, showing that he could fuck her mouth with or without them if Ul-Ruk wanted.
 
He was wary but allowed the touch, knowing that healing magic was well within Cael's wheelhouse. The magic warmed his body and knit the cuts and punctures within moments, leaving him back at full capacity even if still sweaty and messy from the aftermath. [Infernal]"I do not need your help to put a female in her place. Get to your task." He waved off his pet before having his talk with the female, Ul-Ruk understood that Cael was in his service but that didn't mean he was familiar with what that meant. As a part of his tribe, Ul-Ruk had been a hunter and a warrior but never a leader. He bullied others, pushed his weight around, and was barely tolerated until the day came that he violated the chieftain's eldest daughter. He'd need to learn through experience how to command.

[Sylvan]"If my children are anything like me then they'll turn away from your false teachings. But, if they fall in line, I'll just kill or break them too." As he waited atop her, tip pressing against her outer folds which were clearly not excited for copulation, Cael returned and offered his assistance once more. It was a bit frustrating to Ul-Ruk to have to keep rebuffing the smaller male but, in the end, what did he care if Cael got some pleasure out of the deal as well? [Infernal]"You will wait, first I want to hear her scream and cry. However, once her mind begins to crack, you may take her mouth without the chains. I want her to live without lasting harm. Her only gifts will be my brand on her ass and my child in her belly."

With the situation sorted to his contentment, Ul-Ruk wasted no time in taking what was his by right of strength. His slick, battering-ram of a cock plunged forward into her pussy with reckless abandon as he shifted his weight and bucked his hips. She was dry but he was not and he was fairly confident he could take her without too much difficulty. His intention was to plow his way forward for as deep as he could go, stopping only when the resistance of her passage grew too great or when he felt his balls slap against her backside as he bottomed out within her. Just like her older sister, this female would lubricate herself whether she wanted this or not. The body was surprisingly adaptable under duress. Hells, she might even find a shameful orgasm before this was all finished simply due to his sheer virility and endowment. Not like he cared either way.

20 heals Ul-Ruk to full HP.
 
Cael nodded silently, able to read the situation that further conversation would only agitate his master, and not in the bratty, playful way that would get him beaten or hurt. He retracted his chains and his penis healed, and he moved back to allow the two large creatures room to copulate.

Kolvori shuddered as his cock gave another splash of precum against her lips as that cock that was large even for a centaur started to spread her open. She was not a virgin the way her sister, being the eldest, had been forced to be, but the male mounting her was still her largest lover. The warrior gritted her teeth and grunted in frustration and discomfort as he filled and filled her gash with his manhood. Ul-Rul was able to press in up until her cervix, which left about 4 inches unsheathed from her warm, tight folds.

[Sylvan] "Nnngh...If you impregnate me, you are only ensuring your own demise. Your colts and fillies will be raised as aaagh...as a force to destroy you and whatever this is monstrosity that you've...created today. The fact that you are allowing me to take such direct revenge in his makes it all worthwhile..." The blonde centaur struggled to get our as her rapist filled her, trying to remain grandiose and stoic, to ruin as much of his fun as possible.
 
He settled in as his cock struck her womb and rolled his hips enough to make his length swirl clockwise around her insides, not that she needed any further reminder of how hung he was for their kind. [Sylvan]"You think any of the others will want anything to do you with after this?" His laugh was deep and hearty as he shook his head and leaned himself forward so that he could speak in her ear, so that his warm breath blew upon the nape of her neck. [Sylvan]"Look around you to the bodies of your fallen companions. They died because of your pathetic attempt to enact revenge. Tell me, your sister, how do the others treat her now? Oh sure she was a so-called victim of my actions and yet...do they welcome her with open arms? No, in their eyes she's been tainted just like the child she will bear. Your fate will be the same, they'll never accept you again. If not for the sex then for the shame. Who would follow you into battle after you got all of these centauri killed?"

Leaving those dark thoughts to fester in Kalvori's mind, Ul-Ruk pushed slightly upon her cervix and teased her. [Sylvan]"Hmm, I remember your sister having more capacity than you do. Of course, everyone always loved her more than you anyway didn't they? When I went over the edge I chose her, not you. I went for the one that everyone wanted and that no one could have. You on the other hand...this act is no stranger to your body. Soon enough your pussy will be dripping wet to ease my passage, regardless of what you might claim otherwise." An unfair assessment considering that any woman's vagina would lubricate itself as a means of protection but hopefully something that she'd not see through to discern his intent. Breaking another was not just a physical thing, it was mental as well. That said, he was out for his own gratification as well.

Ul-Ruk pulled himself back as far as his body would allow before slamming home once more, his tip bludgeoning against her womb once more. He'd show her no gentle lovemaking or kindness in this encounter but instead would plow into her as he preferred to live his life, through strength of body and will. Again and again his thick shaft stretched her to the limits, squeezing around him as she struggled to accept him but only heightening his personal pleasure. [Sylvan]"No other will touch you after this. Even their looks will be of pity and sadness. Your life will be devoid of joy among the tribe, you'll understand how she feels soon enough."

Intimidate (Demoralize I suppose? Mostly just trying to make her sad and depressed through his viewpoint): [1d20+11]=12+11=23

Oh, it could be Profession (Slaver) for the mind games he's playing with her instead. The total bonus is the same though so figure I won't roll twice.
 
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Kolvori felt his words burn into her like a branding iron, as he berated and belittled her at every chance her got as his cock filled her to her internal barrier, and then he made it shift around inside her to remind her of the size of his cock compared to her previous lovers. [Sylvan]"You bastard, you made her life horrible with what you've done, and you now so casually do the same to me!" She screamed angrily at the other centaur as he continued to rape her womanhood. She could easily feel him start to thrust a large amount of his cock in and out of her body, his precum spurting into her as she started to get wet, just like he prophesied.

His words seemed to be having an effect on her, tears were rolling down her face. [Sylvan] "Just kill me then. Don't put your child in me, I don't want my family to have another daughter that has fallen to the likes of a kinslayer like you." She started to sob, wanting the rape to stop, even as her pussy clenched down on his fucking cock, as her continued to bash against her cervix, the barrier slowly weakening to be able to allow him to fully sheath his cock inside his newest breeding sow. She struggled against her bonds some more, trying to escape again, a moan escaping her lips unexpectedly as her shift in position caused Ul-Ruk's cock head to scrape right against her g-spot.
 
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