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Seeking Jezelda (Evendur x Lord DreamCrusher)

With the combination of harrying blows and lethal ones, the werebear's eyes close as she passes out on the way to the ground. Even as her older wounds start to clot and close, she falls unconscious on the ground, even if she keeps a fierce grip on her axe for a few seconds more before it clatters to the stone floor.
 
The werewolf breathed a sigh of relief when his foe fell to the ground, struggling to maintain consciousness but ultimately failing. With a pained groan he moved over to secure her axe, intending to sell it if nothing else, before he moved equally quickly to hoist up her nude form and start carrying her back to the dais which would be her doom. "Come. Hah...get that wand out, heal me and...grr... give her the least amount possible to ensure she doesn't bleed out." He didn't really understand how finely the item could be manipulated, whether or not it could heal more or less with use, but he'd risk Talmera waking up to ensure she didn't die from blood loss. If nothing else he'd be healed up and ready to fight again first while his quarry would yet remain weakened and disarmed.

Draven had some rope in his pack that would be useful, though he wasn't confident that it would hold her all that well considering her strength. Nevertheless it was all he had available and he intended to splay her out face-up on the stone altar before tying her down at the wrists and ankles. "Don't...ugh... know who made an axe sized for the likes of us but they are a bastard. Damn thing cut me deep." Of course he was also aware that he was showing weakness in front of his Omega in a sense, so he was on guard to activate the magic of her chastity cage should Misaki deign to test her luck in rebellion.
 
Misaki started rummaging through her pack for the wand, deploying it and taking a few tries, but, she got Draven healed back up. "Wow, now I feel a little less bad about not being able to kill you, Alpha, you just weathered two slashes from a werewolf sent to assassinate you! And this bitch sliced you up like charcuterie!" She commented as she looked over the werebear, and gave her a single charge, once she was secured, just to be safe. The took some extra rope in each hand, and looped it over Talmera's neck like a garrote, lying on the floor and planting her feet on the underside of the altar, as an additional threat to keep the woman docile for her Alpha.

"Uwagh...Urgh...Nnngh..." The large woman said as she started to stir and move, feeling rope on all of her extremities. She growled angrily, and thrashed, and the ninja tightened the rope around her throat. Not enough to kill, yet, but enough to let her know it was there, and what it was for. "Draven! You bastard! Let me back up so I can kill you!" She screamed, still furious and raging, despite her forced nap. Though, right after that, her body seemed to tire, and was no longer as powerful and energetic.
 
He groaned contently as the healing magic washed over him and closed the large gashes upon his chest, sealing his injuries and relieving the pain they were giving him. It seemed to take multiple uses of the wand to do the job but he didn't care, his life was worth it in the end after all and Talmera was still a potential threat should she get loose. "You say it like I should be excited. Yeah, I survived but it wasn't easy." Draven spoke in response, less happy with the situation if only for the fact that he felt they had come close to ruin. Still, they were yet alive and he had a better sacrifice than he could have hoped for. To add insult to injury he planned on saying a line of thanks to this Ashava when the time came to complete the ritual; Jezelda should enjoy that little touch.

Once they had returned to the chapel and tied the werebear down upon the altar, a jolt from the wand was enough to wake Talmera up so it would seem. Misaki's quick thinking with the rope around the woman's neck seemed to help prevent her from trying a daring escape; then again, the strength ebbing away from the wake of her rage also seemed to help ensure that she was securely held for the time being anyways. For his part, the werewolf simply stood there with arms crossed as he shook his head; unimpressed with her anger and incapability of accepting the simple fact that she'd lost. That just meant the sacrifice would be more enjoyable for him, though they had plenty of time left before the moon was at its peak.

"You wounded me, certainly, and you might have won if I had been alone. Of course, werewolves understand that there is strength within the pack. Even if all I currently posses is an omega." There was an edge to his voice that was cutting in regards to Misaki, perhaps more dismissive than she deserved at this stage, but he hoped it would serve to subconsciously push herself to submit to him even further in hopes of earning true praise in the future. "My tribe is too concerned with the fey and the war for the Worldwound. It's a pleasurable existence, constant fighting and plenty of soft prey to rip apart with fang and claw, but someone with true potential like me isn't satisfied with a simple life."

The irony being that he spoke of his past like that of a farmer's life, simple toil, when his views were so otherwise skewed compared to anything that Misaki likely knew before their meeting and joining of fates as it were. His yellow eyes darted to the kitsune for a few moments as he debated how much he should share but, ultimately, she'd know the truth by tonight's end one way or another so there was hardly any point hiding it from her. "Your goddess, this...Ashava, sent you to try and kill me before I could complete my task for Jezelda. Good, I can sense the fear behind the desperate actions and this tells me I'm on the right path. Your failure gives me a better result though, just as I said before. Beneath the full moon I will say the rites of sacrifice, I will surrender your body and soul to the Mistress of the Hungry Moon, and I will tear out your throat and consume your heart while you are still aware in your last moments of consciousness. Of course, until then, there's nothing saying I can't have a little fun with you."
 
"Oh, I never said it was easy Alpha, I'm just impressed that you survived at all!" She replied as she healed his wounds before they got to restraining and waking Talmera.

Talmera was feeling the effects of her berserker rage, panting and her fur soaked with sweat as everyone in the ruined church was in their animalistic forms now. She listened to him extolling the virtues of subjugating others for his evil plans, at least there was only currently one. "So, then it is true, you do believe in those tales pups tell to entertain each other, that if you beg and suckle at that demons teat, she might coat you in her unholy urine, to give you more power. I had been told you were evil Draven, and I know that now. I don't expect to live, but I can at least die knowing that you're also a delusional idiot too." She replied, a haugty grin on her face as he talked about killing and sacrificing her. "Go ahead and tear out my throat, for it will mock you until you do. I was simply asked to cull one of our race who was attempting to wage war on creation in his quest of a silly fever dream."
 
"Funny how you mock me for questing in the name of my goddess while you were attempting to do the same for yours." He didn't care what her beliefs were, they were wrong all the same. His explanation of the situation was more for Misaki's benefit than the werebear's, though he did take a small measure of enjoyment from telling the lycan that she was slated to die in terrible fashion. In any case he focused upon his form and shrank his claws back down to their normal form, still sharp and powerful but no longer so long that normal activity was difficult. In their stead he reinforced his mouth with a second row of ivory fangs, staggered like a shark and ready to saw through flesh and bone with ease. Now was not the time for her death but there was little harm in letting her see what was to come, letting the imagery simmer within her thoughts for a while.

He turned to his omega now as she stood with a ready grip upon the rope that was held taut around Talmera's throat, baring fangs with his jaw slightly open but not truly intending to threaten her for the moment. "You will watch everything that happens to this wretch of a lycan and you will remember that her fate could have been yours would that our hunt ended poorly. You know of my rush to get here and my desire to bring a townsfolk along. You would have made a poor sacrifice for Jezelda but giving her nothing would be far worse."

It would take Draven a few minutes to strip down from his armor. It was a risky maneuver considering the fact that this place was not exactly secured, something could easily wander in, but he wanted to partake in the woman's body to help relieve some of his built up stress. He had a sacrifice that would truly please his goddess, he could breathe easier in that knowledge and finally relax. What better way to do so than to rape her? After all, he'd hardly expect to have another opportunity to fuck a werebear in the near future if at all so his curiosity was piqued if nothing else. He doubted the holes would be as tight as Misaki's but there was only one way to find out. "Last thing. You are not of my race. Only werewolves deserve the title of lycan, only we will hunt beneath the endless moon when the time comes. The rest of you lot are misguided pretenders." Once he was finally stripped down and nude he began to run one clawed hand over her sweat-soaked fur, particularly along her thighs and waist as he visually inspected what she had to offer between her legs. His other hand carefully stroked his bright red shaft, easing it along the process of slipping out from his sheath and stiffening towards full mast.
 
"If you can't see the difference between good and evil, I don't have the time nor energy to try and educate you at this point, do I?" She replied, staying defiant and resolute, as he shifted his body to have more teeth as he talked now with the kitsune who was half strangling her.

"Yes Alpha, I will gladly watch you have your way with this bitch. I understand that I would have taken her place. My life is yours to do with as you wish." Misaki replied respectfully, not seeming as intimidated after seeing it before, but being respectful nonetheless.

As Draven examined her body, he would find her prominent, fur covered mound and large pearl of a clitoris at the top. Being that she was taller and broader than him, almost over 12ft tall, she would easily be able to handle his full lupine cock, unlike Misaki who could take it, but not without pain or difficulty. "Heh, Rape, I would expect no less from a savage like yourself. If that distinction keeps me from being lumped in with the likes of you, then it is one I will happily accept. I shall never call myself lycan again." She said as his 14 inch member swelled to full size from his stroking.
 
"Considering I have no interest in keeping the likes of you, I do not care what you think in truth. I will leave such things to Jezelda to teach you when you pass into her realm." Climbing up onto the dais himself took a little care, he tested it to try and ensure that it was sturdy enough to handle both of their weight combined but couldn't really tell until he was upon it in truth. As far as he could tell it would hold, though that could always change if his movements stressed it enough over time.

The werewolf positioned himself upon hands and knees so that the pointed tip of his tapered penis could poke and prod at her sex, giving him a faint idea of what it would be like perhaps, but he was in no mood to draw this out in truth. He had a proper cumdump as it were and his disgust from other lycans was such that even his ability to become aroused by them was dimished. The curiosity of her body compelled him but he'd do this quick and return to preparing for the ritual; such was his devotion to his goddess.

Rather unceremoniously Draven shoved himself into Talmera's cunt in one go, his bright red shaft sinking inside with relative ease due to their compatibility of size if nothing else though he could feel the friction of her walls scraping him from a lack of excitement and eagerness to be bred. For the time being he'd not seek to force his knot inside but he would start fucking her at a moderate pace, intent to force her body to comply out of self-preservation if nothing else so he could really feel how werebear pussy felt when properly lubricated.
 
The dais seemed very steady, almost like it was carved from a single piece of stone. It should prove more than adequate to hold Draven and Talmera for the duration of their vigorous intercourse and whatever other ideas that he might have planned. "If you truly didn't care, Lycan, I would not have expected you to respond a all to the provocations of your lessers. But you just can't get over that damn doggy pride, can you?" Talmera replied as she felt him prod that pointed tip at her furred depths.

Surprisingly, the barbarian woman moaned freely as he sunk his 14 inch member inside her up to the knot, and she was quickly feeling wetter around his cock as he started to fuck her. Talmera figured that he wanted this to be horrible for her, so, she would do her best to take enjoyment from it in her last moments, and deprive him of the joy of her pain and fear. "Mmmh...not bad...not up to werebear standards in terms of size, but, what...nnngh...is that saying? It's not the size of the boat, right?" She asked, implying that she felt the werewolf lord was small, her body easily able to take his manhood.
 
He was surprised by her moans, so freely admitting that her body enjoyed his penetration even though she claimed to be above such things as 'rape'. Of course, as she continued in regards of insulting the size of his cock that easily drew the desired growls of anger that Talmera sought from him. She was clearly counting on trying to make this as unsatisfying for him as possible, or at least gain some measure of defiance in the face of her impending doom through undermining him. In truth, Draven doubted that a the werebears possessed larger cocks than his kin compared to size but there was no denying that most werewolves were much smaller than he was. In any case, as shown from his transformation of his jaws moments earlier, his form was far more...malleable...than most.

"A phrase spoken by fools seeking to embolden themselves for their shortcomings. Of course, I need no such deceptions." Focusing upon his flesh and the power held within, Draven receded the second row of fangs within his mouth and shrunk down his jawline to the normal composure. In doing so he could shift the focus on his modifications elsewhere, specifically the manhood that was lodged within the werebear's wet cunt. There was enjoyment to be found within his own pride at the ease in which the bitch savored this defilement, even if he'd prefer pain and fear right now he'd not deny the establishment of his dominance and virility, so he'd enjoy this either way to some extent but there was no reason to simply leave matters at that. The werewolf lord pulled himself out of her hot passage and even took the time to climb off the dais and around so that his bright red cock could loom over Talmera's face in plain view. He'd never trust those jaws not to harm him, and so he's certainly not try to fuck her mouth, but he wanted her to see this next part for herself so she'd know exactly what was happening.

"Let's see the males you talk so highly of match this." As his canine cock throbbed over her face, leaking a dollop of clear precum and glistening with the light wetness remaining from her pussy, it began to swell and enlarge at a speed that was beyond any natural power. Fourteen inches of thick shaft was impressive enough, not to mention the bulbous knot at the base, but how it grew here and now? Well, it was something difficult to quantify and measure. Red, veiny shaft seemed to burst from his sheath and extend outward from his body while it thickened and engorged more and more. Within seconds it was thick enough to split any average partner in two and more than enough to impress a giant, let alone anything of smaller stature. The shadow of it nearly blotted out Talerma's face but Draven wasn't exactly content just to leave it at that. She was right, he wanted her to hurt, and he'd show her exactly what he had planned; an idea proposed to Misaki in passing and something he knew his Omega would not soon forget.

Sharpened spines slowly began to form and press outward from around the tip of his penis, emulating the spines that felines often possessed. These grew backwards towards his abdomen to allow for easy penetration into his chosen hole but they promised a far different reaction whenever he'd try to pull out. In reality such spines weren't meant to truly cause internal damage or bleeding but that fact did little to lessen the pain that their scraping motions would provide. Draven would feel just fine, it was Talmera who would be getting the raw end of this deal. The spines grew to a range of lengths that mostly hovered around an inch in total. However they formed a complete ring around the end of his length where they'd be able to touch the deepest parts of her insides. Between the spines and the sheer impossible thickness and length of his newly-enhanced member, Draven was confident that he could at least punish the werebear to his satisfaction if not completely ruin her holes much like he'd done to a certain noblewoman in the past. "Still think false courage will save you? You are mine and I intend to show you exactly what will happen to all of your kin in due time."
 
Draven's face lost all his extra teeth, which the werebear silently took as a sign that he was losing some of his bite. She knew she was dead, having failed in this solo mission, there was no cavalry to save her. All Talmera could do was be as annoying a captive as possible, and hope that the pair of them slipped up and allowed her to kill them both or at least escape. She cooed softly as he pulled out of her warm, dampened sex, strands of arousal and precum still connecting them for a brief moment. "Done already? Damn, if that's all the stamina a 'true lycan' has, no wonder your species has so many more afflicted than natural. Much easier to nip someone's neck right away than have to disappoint them in bed and then wait." She slings more barbs at her captor.

He came up to her front end, holding his throbbing red member over her face. She could smell his musk and feel the heat radiating off it, as his balls rested against her furred ears. His precum splattered her dark nose, giving her sense of smell and even strong whiff of his pheramones. "Mmmh...a last meal before I die?" She asked, bearing her teeth, absolutely confirming his suspicion that she would do her best to bite his cock off if he'd tried. "You're too gracious a host." The werebear added before he ignored her words and laid down a challenge to the more well-hung males that she'd been rutted by in the past.

Her next jab caught in her throat as his member swelled, seemed he was more of a grower than a shower. Draven's length doubled to nearly 2.5 feet, and he got to be as thick as a human head, and even thicker at his knot. Both women below him had their eyes wide, as bear pussy and kitsune ass both started to hurt just looking at the thing. The tip of his cock was too far down for either woman to see, but as he stepped back and brandished it at them, the could see the spines and Talmera looked scared. Misaki was still wide-eyed and slack jawed looking at the thing, beginning to feel some empathy for their prisoner as they were both unfortunate rape toys of their canine tormentor.

The werebear couldn't seem to form words, her animalistic fight or flight response triggered, and she thrashed violently, trying to escape her impending vaginal or anal doom. Sadly, the thought to return to her human form, and slip the bonds meant for a much larger creature and run didn't occur to the panicked barbarian.
 
Noting the fear on their faces, secondhand in Misaki's case, Draven chuckled. "Would you like it bigger? I just doubled my normal, I'm sure I could provide your cunt more to savor." He didn't alter the size at this point, moreso just rubbing in the fact that his control over his form was so impressive, though the werewolf was aware that he might technically have to scale it back a bit if he couldn't stuff his cock inside Talmera at this point with as monstrously thick as it was. Only one way to find out of course.

Again he walked around the dais and climbed up upon it as before, positioning himself atop the larger female and bringing his tip to press against her pussy lips. This time though, even tapered as his tip was, there was no denying that his manhood was far too large for her passage to comfortably handle. "Maybe I should have expanded it inside of you instead, ripped you apart without warning. I prefer the idea of you knowing exactly what is going inside you though. Allow that mental image to linger as you start to feel it." Doing his best to help keep her body pinned down with his weight, Draven grunted as he rolled his hips forward and began to give his best effort of actually penetrating her sex. The spines wouldn't hardly be felt going in but his width would surely push her body to the limits, assuming he could even manage any progress with his engorged and cruel penis.

Even slipping the bonds wouldn't allow her freedom. Draven can out-run her so there really isn't any escape.
 
She doesn't know that though. : P

"Dear Ashava..." Was all the werebear could say as he taunted her with saying something so simple as that he had just doubled the size of his penis, as if he were small enough that such a statement could be taken casually. She watched and squirmed as the freakish looking and freakishly large cock followed its owner back around to between her legs. His tip pressed to her folds much sooner now, feeling her heat and wetness from what he had started earlier. Since she had tried her best to get off, she was amply slick for her new punishment on this rod.

"AAAAAGH!!" Talmera screamed as he pressed her down and forced her vaginal lips twice as wide as they were before in quick fashion, 8 inches apart. It got a couple inches inside before he was stoppe by her pelvis. Her flesh definitely seemed to be able to stretch to accomodate him, but this ring of bone just inside her entrance was preventing him from slaking his lust in the manner that they both deserved.
 
The newfound tightness of the werebear's pussy was wonderful on his end, though her screams of agony were far sweeter as he forced his way inside. Through his sheer strength Draven was able to get a few inches into her but that's where the fun stopped, at least for the moment. "Already you can't handle me? I'm just getting started." The lycan pulled back to withdraw the tip of his penis, causing the rough spines to rake against Talmera's walls in a terrible fashion but it was hardly the worst thing that was about to happen to her. Again he focused on his manhood and forced an unnatural change, this time causing the spines to retract and fade into the flesh only for his shaft to harden and solidify. Sure his cock was erect and throbbing, ready to take pleasure from her pain, but this time? This time the bright red tissue would become as a club, a veritable battering ram ready to hammer into her again and again.

"I will break you, I will reshape your guts around my cock. I will ruin your holes before you come even close to the release of death." And with that stated, so did the work begin. Lining up his tip once more, Draven readied himself before thrusting inward with all the strength he could muster. The impact of his tip striking bone was loud enough for them all to hear, a sickening thud-like crack that rattled off the crumbling stone walls. His cock was a hammer and he intended to crack bone. The pelvis was what was stopping him from going deeper and thus it would be destroyed from the inside out. In the current form he could hardly feel any pleasure that she had to offer but this also blocked any pain. Such was the hardness of his cock that she'd weaken before he did, he was sure of that, and he pulled back only to slam forward over and over again.

Making his cock into a slam attack. She's got DR but, arguably, that might not work from the insides. Even if it does, he has the strength to do consistent damage and eventually open the path.
 
Talmera cried out in pain as the spines raked against her flesh, her inner flesh not as resistant to damage as her outer flesh was. She barely heard his taunt as her mind reeled from the obscene stretching and spines that he had just inflicted on her. With how Miskai was keeping her head restrained, she wasn't able to see the change that Draven made to his penis, but certainly felt the change in density and heft as he thrust himself against her pelvis with less care than before. There was the sickening sound of something like stone against bone as his modified member met her pelvis again, this time the lycan knocking more insistently.

"Aaaagh! Stop! Please! You're going to break me in half!" Talmera wailed uncharacteristically as Draven slammed into her hip bones over and over, the area starting to crack and separate. The werebear screamed in time with his thrusts, the loudest, sobbing noises came as he finally broke her entrance open, and her legs spread more from no longer being attached in the middle.
 
Showing no mercy to the begging female, Draven was pleased when he felt her bones at last break from the gradual build up of cracks from his incessant hammering. Feeling her passage open up for him, on account of her body having been quite literally sundered apart from the inside, the werewolf paused after pushing slightly deeper so that he could focus upon his shaft and transform it back into a softer state in which he could properly feel and enjoy her pussy. He was far from finished in delivering her pain though so those spines extended back outward from around the edges of his tip and once more began to scrape at her inner walls in a painful but not truly harmful manner.

"That is the whole point you worthless bitch. Your screams are so sweet to me, more pleasurable than I expect your body could ever truly be." And with that he could move back to his true goal of stuffing her as deep as he could manage with inch after agonizing inch of far-oversized shaft to stretch her to the breaking point. He wanted to ruin her, to break her. After all, the end result was to kill her in the name of Jezelda; to give the werebear's soul over to the goddess of werewolves to be hunted for eternity. While this was mostly for his own amusement in sating his hatred for the imposters, the lesser lycans, Draven doubted that his goddess wouldn't be watching this with a sickening smile at the same time. "You may release the rope, omega. She can no longer escape nor hope to harm me. You will still watch, however."
 
"Yes Alpha, I'd be more than happy to watch you make this imposter suffer." She said with a smile as she released the rope and stood up, moving off to the side to lean against a nearby wall. Her cock throbbed in her cage as she wished she could fuck the bitch too, or at least masturbate, but the kitsune knew better than to try asking for that when her Alpha was having so much fun.

Talmera seemed no longer capable of forming words as she let loose a string of half-expletive moans as the cock that was destroying her womanhood was forcing pleasure upon her at the same time, as it forced her hips further and further from each other. She cried out each time he pulled back, raking the sensitive flesh with his barbs before driving further back in. He had less than half of his cock inside her when he reached her cervix, the bulge visible in her body was obscene.
 
Draven didn't care that Talmera's mind was already half broken. Of course, when the time came for the sacrifice, he wanted her to be aware of what was happening but in the meantime he was simply having too much fun in causing her harm. With how swollen and engorged his cock was, the werewolf was experiencing immense pleasure in contrast to the immense pain his 'lover' felt and as his tip pressed deep enough to prod at her womb it was simply one more stepping stone that he intended to conquer. "Run out of room already? Mmm...but I'm only halfway in. Surely there's...ahhh...more you can offer me?"

The pointed tip of his manhood meant that it was well-designed to penetrate tight holes. In this case the woman's cervix wasn't exactly designed to open, at least he didn't assume it was but some animals were different in that regard, so he'd be relying on his favorite method yet again; brute force. He climbed up further upon the dais to help account for his progress thus far, giving him more leverage to keep pushing into her, and ramped up the pace of his thrusting a bit further. With each backstroke his spines drew sweet cries of pain from Talmera's quivering lips and each forward thrust saw him slam against her inner barrier which was doing its best to deny him passage.

The wetness of her walls helped ease his passage and, of course, the copious amounts of precum that leaked from his tip swirled around inside to lubricate as well. In another life she might be expected to get pregnant from all this but her impending death made that a moot point, not to mention he didn't desire to have her carry his child for the measure of her weak blood. "Grrr! Take it you pathetic wretch! I'm not stopping until...mmmph...I rip you apart and you aren't even close to my...ahh...knot." For as sweaty as the barbarian woman had been when this all started, Draven was quickly working up to a heavy sweat of his own. The mixing smells were assuredly not pleasant upon the nostrils but he was inured to strong scents due to his past and his anatomy. Wet dog and wet bear though, along with the stench of sex, were probably less comfortable by Misaki's standards; though he wasn't thinking about her at all at this point.
 
"N-No more...room...p-please..." She managed to force out as her walls clenched and squeezed around him, unable to do much else with how large and well endowed the werewolf lord had made himself to torture her with. The pain of her shattered pelvis overrode the pleasure she was getting from his defilement of her womanhood. He climbed up more and bent her more obscenely, to get better purchase on her body to stuff himself fully inside her. Those spines continued to rake her sensitive flesh, making her whine in pain as he battered against her entrance over and over.

It took many minutes of sweaty, heavy sex for Draven to accomplish his next task. He broke through with another sickening crunch. The scream of the werebear could likely be heard all the way back to New Feldan. Her belly bulged even more, as with the force he'd been using, he sunk all the way into the start of his massive knot, turning her uterus into an extension of her pussy. Misaki for her own part had shifted back to her human form, since it had a worse sense of smell than her normal form. Still she coughed and sniffled, the strong odors from such large creatures addling her senses.
 
As his manhood pierced into the deepest parts of her depths Draven growled in bliss. The tightness of her body was unbelievable considering the circumstances but it was a double-edged sword as the constriction did feel good but also provided him with a measure of pain and discomfort that kept him from enjoying the act as much as he otherwise would. That said, the mental satisfaction he took from this defilement helped to outweigh that well enough to ensure he was well on his way to orgasm up to this point.

It didn't take long after that penetration into Talmera's womb for the budding pleasure to encroach upon his limits. Redoubling his efforts, Draven fucked the poor werebear well past healthy limits and the battering of his immensely thick knot eventually managed to overwhelm the protests of her pussy lips. The pinnacle of his enjoyment struck as he forced every inch inside the woman's broken pussy, stretched out and ruined beyond what perhaps even childbirth would be able to accomplish.

The growls from his throat turned upward into a low howl as his cock flexed and pumped spurt after spurt of hot seed into his prey's depths. Though his balls were larger along with his shaft it wasn't like they'd had time to produce more cum to fill them up. That said, his volume was already judicious and there was nowhere for his hot seed to go with how tight the seal of her inner walls was around his shaft.

The moments passed by as he savored his orgasm before eventually coming down from the high, panting in the slightest bit of fatigue while he looked over the broken woman he'd just violated. "So pathetic, just as I thought. I won't say I didn't enjoy breaking your cunt but...well...I won't say I'll miss having it around either." He wouldn't go so far as to outright say that Misaki was the better fuck but the thought was on his mind, though colored by his hatred for lesser lycan breeds perhaps more than anything. Draven withdrew his shaft roughly, ensuring that the spines raked against her walls one last time before eventually popping out of her womanhood entirely. It was only at this point that he really looked over to his omega along the wall of the room, curious to see what she thought about the ordeal and its conclusion. Of course, the actual sacrifice was what he expected would truly horrify her when the time came.
 
Talmera didn't orgasm from his fucking, any method she had tried to obtain pleasure from her defilement ceased as soon as he enlarged his cock, and her torture was cemented when he broke her pelvis. The light in the werebear's eyes was fading, her head back and staring off into space. She made noises of pain until her voice was hoarse from screaming. "Aaaaauaghauahgh!" His knot managed to revive her enough to get some better participation out of her as he started to bloat her belly with his heavy, thick load. This got more unpleasant noises from her as her innards rearranged slightly to accommodate the extra volume.

As he pulled out, her legs and hips were set at an awkward angle, and sunk into her bulged abdomen, as it looked like she was having trouble doing more than breating though the pain. The look over to his kitsune omega brought her over, changing back to her furred form as she walked. "That was fucking glorious Alpha! It made me so horny watching you fuck her 3/4s of the way to the grave! Mmmm...I would have masturbated, but, well, I can't. Do you have time to fuck me as well, before the ritual, or should I just clean you off?" She asked with pleasant adoration. She was turning up her submission a lot, wanting to get this sacrifice done, since, if she stepped out of line, she felt he'd sacrifice her too, for doing something that could have jeopardized his ritual. The ninja just had to survive the night.
 
Draven wasn't paying much attention at this point and accepted Misaki's words without much question or doubt, just happy to have ruined Talmera and to have his omega acting obediently like she should. Coming off the heals of his orgasm, Draven wasn't much ready for another round of sex but he wouldn't deny her offer of cleaning his manhood. Reveling in dominance was a favorite pastime of his and he was in no crunch for time now that the werebear was secure. "Clean me like a good bitch. Perhaps later tonight I'll take you properly, but not now."

He was still mostly hard with a bit of drooping as his length no longer felt the need to retain full size. Of course, with the enhanced size of his cock and balls it was an odd miracle that his body could even support a full erection considering. Nevertheless, the werewolf didn't shift things back to normal but rather turned slightly to present Misaki with the cum-coated manhood, bits of bright red peeking out from beneath the glazing of semen. "We have time. Don't rush and do a thorough job."

Sense Motive: [1d20+14]=2+14=16
 
"Yes Alpha. Can't have you possibly meeting your Goddess with a dirty cock." Misaki replied with as little sarcasm as she could, not wanting to anger the relatively placated werewolf. She knelt and uncovered her face, sticking her tongue out. The kitsune began to drag the appendage against his still erect flesh, having to stop halfway to swallow, and then start the process over again. She spent almost an hour being very thorough, cleaning the cock twice. There were some breaks to take drinks from her waterskin to get some moisture back in her mouth. Some of his prodigious load had also splashed back onto his enlarged balls, which were bigger than her breasts now, and she cradled each one and gave it a cleaning as well. She practically swam in his musk down there, and when she was done, she was visibly panting with arousal and need, like a bitch in heat.

The moon soon rose to its apex, full and powerful. Its rays felt especially invigorating tonight, as though Jezelda's eyes were watching her son intently, as he loomed over his quarry.
 
After savoring the cleaning of his omega for quite a while, Draven allowed his genitals to shrink back down to their normal size once she had finished her task. Of course, even their normal size was rather prodigious compared to most creatures. Nevertheless, the werewolf could feel the moon in the night sky even without having to see it. He knew that the time was ripe and the sacrifice was now to be made. "Don't interrupt me in this. You witness a holy ritual. An honor that none normally live to tell the tale of, outside of the werewolves who partake." Right now he cared not for her arousal in his masculine musk, he had far more pressing matters to attend to.

Shifting his power back into his fangs, producing the double row of razor-sharp teeth with which to wield against Talmera, Draven moved into position alongside the dais so that he was standing beside the werebear's right shoulder. Misaki was positioned somewhere along the far side of his prey and in position to have a clear view of the process, something he continued to maintain that she need watch in order to understand the power and purpose he truly held. With clawed hands outstretched, palm up towards the moon far overhead through the crumbling stone ruins, he tapped into the power of the lunar body until he felt Jezelda's presence coursing through him in a proper connection between divine and mortal. "Cruel and mighty Jezelda; Mistress of the Hungry Moon, Lord of Werewolves. On this night, beneath the illuminating glow of your terrible majesty, I offer up to you a worthy sacrifice; a pretender to the title of lycanthrope and one who seeks to pervert the harshness and brutality of the natural order. Talmera, the werebear... I condemn your soul to the Moonbog to be hunted for all eternity. As I consume your flesh your spirit will pass from this realm to the next. I will take of what little strength you posses and add it to my own. Tonight you learn the folly of your ways. Tonight, and forevermore, you are but prey."

The words he spoke were not set in stone, there was no true phrasing of the sacrifice to be passed down. Instead he incanted what felt true and right to him in the moment, perhaps being closer to a shaman than he ever expected he would as the possession of Jezelda washed through him. With his words finished, Draven's hands came down to the woman's chest and forehead as he held her down and pulled to expose her neck. With a ferocious and gleeful growl the werewolf snapped his jaws down and bit into the vulnerable throat, clamping down with all the force he could muster as he shifted his head side to side in a bid to further tear and rip out her durable hide. The blood was hot upon his tongue, tangy and sweet, as he ended her life as savagely that he could.

Of course, the kill was just the beginning and, before she could suffocate on her own lifeblood, Draven was already moving to rip into her chest with fang and claw to rend muscle and snap bone in search of her heart. He did not have to eat her in her entirety, though many rituals ended up doing just that, but the core of a creature's power was within their heart and so he bore his way within with speed in the hopes that he could rip it out and swallow it before Talmera's own eyes while the muscle still beat. A point of pride more than anything, but he wanted to perform this first sacrifice on his own well for his mistress.
 
"I will be as silent as the grave Alpha, for I know that if I mess this up for you, that is likely where I am headed." The sternness in his voice allowed her to pull herself together to be respectful and move away to watch as his form shifted again, and he loomed over the broken, barely conscious prey that had once been Talmera. Her legs were still splayed at weird angles thanks to her broken pelvis, and true lycanthrope seed had leaked out of her over the lower half of the altar. The werebear, faced with her own mortality started to sob as he began chanting, at least until those vicious jaws came down and tore he throat open. She began to bleed profusely, her vital fluid delighting her executioner's tastebuds.

She had no more vocal chords to scream, as he tore her open to get to the still beating heart. Luckily for Draven, and unluckily for Talmera, her barbaric strength and fortitude kept her alive until he ate her heart, her eyes going wide as she quickly expired, now that her body could no longer pump blood. The werewolf lord was left wondering for a moment if things had worked, until he heard a howl, and a cacophonous, cruel laugh began to echo throughout the ruined structure. What could only be described as crystalized moonlight crashed into the table and exploded, taking Draven to a silvered realm that contained for the moment, only him and one other figure. A naked, grey furred werewolf with her back to him. As she turned and revealed the skeletal face, he instantly had no doubt who it was. It was a manifestation of Jezelda!

"Hello, little pup. I see that you have done as I ask, and brought me a worthy sacrifice." She says, as a light blue flaming orb floats above her right hand, before she eats the werebear soul. "You were fortunate to encounter her, I would not have accepted your Omega, Would you praise a pup for being able to hunt a fearsome dandelion? She poses about the same level of threat." The wolfess says as she walks over to Draven. "Kneel, pup. I shall mark you so that others know to whom you personally belong."
 
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