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When Hunters Become the Hunted ... [Yuna&Alleyway Ravager's 1x1]

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LadyYunaFFX2

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The town of Verona, Italy, had always been a relatively simple one. It had all the resources it needed. There were ample balances of individuals whom could fight and protect their homeland if needed, and those whom remained more devoted to their families and deities. Granted, most of these were women; but there were a very select few men who could just as easily perform this also.

In a small villa a bit away from the town square was a family. It consisted of the parents and only one child whom had been their miracle one that Juno had blessed them with. To say the couple was grateful was an understatement. The girl wound up inheriting her mother's appearance with raven hair and blue, almost gray, eyes. But there was no doubt she had most certainly gotten her father's sense of adventure.

The currently fourteen year old was outside of the house, but not too far away she couldn't hear her parents. Dinner was in the midst of being prepared and whilst she was waiting, the girl would work on improving a talent that she honestly wasn't quite certain whom she had picked it up from. The skill wound up being archery and because of it, she devoted all her prayers and blessings to Diana, goddess of the moon and hunt.

The feminine voice of her mother caught her ears as she soon heard, "Celeste dear, you have about twenty minutes till dinner is ready! Be careful, it's getting dark!" A smile crept on the teenager's lips as she kept her focus upon her aim and arrows. She loved her parents; but sometimes, she did wish they would have a bit more faith in her. She wasn't completely helpless ... but they often acted as if that weren't completely true.

"Yes mother!" She merely shouted back, sighing softly. As she reached back to notch another arrow, it was then she realized they were all stuck within the tree she had been using for target practice. ".... Already?" She murmured, shrugging lightly. Putting her longbow across her back, she then began to proceed to grab her arrows. One by one, she began putting them in her quiver, ready to resume practice when they were all back again.
 
From the outskirts the pack waited silently in darkness, waiting for the signal from their leader. There had been whispers of their arrival on the shores of Italy, of the "Sons of Mar's" who ravaged villages and were slowly spreading their influence over the land. Beasts in the forms of men who ripped people in twain, who raped young women and carried them and their children off in the darkness. Marauders, said some. Wild beasts, said others. All anyone could agree upon was that something had started to attack nearby villages, though none wanted to attribute it to mythical beasts. Had only they had listened to the stories things wouldn't have transpired as they did.

Redfang stood above his pack towering on his hind legs, the massive lycan surveying the town below. Behind him a small army of lycans, wolf-men stood in formation on all fours. At any moment he would give the order and they would descend upon the town, ripping those who fought back apart and claiming everything for themselves. Redfang's teeth glinted in the moonlight. It was him the stories spoke of, though they knew not his name. His kind had been making their plans for years, slowly stoking the fires for the domination of these lands. Even now plans were in motion to construct a capital, a great city to be names for their leader: the first lycan Romulus. But first they needed resources and slaves to work them.

A subtle change rose in the air, his hairs on his back standing on end as turned to look at his troops. Rearing back he let loose a foul cry, a mix of a growl and a howl that echoed over Verona and had man and child looking out into the night with fear. From the woods Celeste would have heard the sound of screams echoing from the town square as the beasts tore through the town, cutting down men and women in an organized frenzy of violence.
 

Not only did the sounds of screams get Celeste's ears, but so did the horns. But ... those are only ... for ... Her eyes widened as she put two and two quickly together. Gathering the last of her arrows, she put all but one in her quiver. "MOM! DAD!" She looked around, panic and fear overtaking her. Why were the war horns being blown now? What had happened? A part of her did want to know; and yet another didn't.

In the end, it didn't seem to matter. As she got back to her house, she found no one. Swallowing nervously, she gazed around and over her shoulder. "M-mom .... dad?" Blood stained the walls ... the floor ... and she was beginning to feel sick. Her head shook no ... this wasn't happening. Was it? Please ... Diana don't let this be happening please ... Her feet reluctantly began to guide themselves inside her house. More blood ... but no other hints as to where her parents were or what happened. Well ... not exactly anyways. There was still - thankfully - a possibility of them being alive; but how likely was that?

The trembling teenager exited ... and began searching the rest of Verona. There would have to be some better hint - answer maybe even - within her hometown. Wouldn't there? Keeping her ears and eyes both open, she continued looking in every direction possible. She hadn't yet been taught how to properly use her bow and arrow for fighting; but it seemed she would have to self-teach herself. Pulling the string on her bow back beside her right ear, she kept a firm grip on it. It wasn't too much, however, that if she needed to let go, she would do so too late. It was, however, tight enough that she wouldn't let go and shoot too soon.
 
With a sickening ripping sound Redfang tore open the neck of an older human male with his fangs, the man's screaming silenced in a chorus of bloody gurgles. His sword fell from his hand and clattered to the ground having not even touched Redfang once. Though they were vigilant and brave, Redfang found Verona's warriors...lacking.

Throwing the corpse aside he wiped the blood from his maw with one arm leaving a long red stain on the leather plating. Around him his pack was fighting against the defnse mounted by the humans, a desperate act with no real leadership behind it. His kind had been quick to slaughter those putting up an organized resistance, herding the rest of their warriors into this area and turning it into a bloodbath. Civilians were fleeing all around, trying to escape only for wolves to nip at their heals and bring them down like so much prey. Speaking of which...

He turned his attention to a sniveling, crying figure behind him. Apparently the wife of a local blacksmith he had been forced to drop her when he had been attacked. He was itching to release himself after a battle, his male instincts worked into a frenzy by the scent of blood and women. Grabbing the crying woman's leg he dragged her away from the battle sight, planning on getting some room for himself and his prey.

The poor woman clawed at the ground under her as she was dragged off into the next street, familiar homes burning around her. Redfang didn't care for her screams for mercy, only for how tight she would be between her legs. As he turned into the street corner his ears picked up in alarm, yellow eyes turning to his side as he caught the sight of a archer coming from around the corner.
 

The sight of all the blood ... had been making her uneasy. Now, though, that of the enemy seemed to add on. A massive and tall ... lycan? Was that truly what she was gazing at? She had heard of them so much; but seen? Never once before. It was beautiful in a way; but given the circumstances of their arrival, it was as scary too. Her head shook as she forced herself to snap back to reality, the screams of the woman he was carrying aiding out in her doing so. It wasn't her mom ... but it was still a person from here. That alone was more than enough incentive to know she couldn't dare run. What would be the point of all her training otherwise?

"L..let her go!" She demanded, trying to keep her fear pushed away. Letting loose of the string, she deftly pulled another arrow and notched it. Regardless of whether the first hit the lycan's shoulder or not, she had to make sure of a couple things. Right now, the first was the safety of the woman. Next would be her own once she was done. Assuming, of course, it went that well. Though she looked confident on the outside, inside she was genuinely horrified.

The height difference ... and seeing how easy he was carrying the woman made her unable to help but wonder if she was way out of her league. Probably ... but running would get her nowhere either. Besides, with her worshipping Diana, she simultaneously did so to Apollo - Diana's brother - at the same time. He had been famous for guiding arrows for heroes before. ... Like you aided Paris against Achilles once before, please ... help me also ... Releasing the second arrow, going for his chest this time, she began reaching for a third.
 
Redfang only growled in response to her threat, his claws tightening to the poor woman's leg. His long tongue licked his jawline at the sight of the young girl trying to stare him down picking up some blood in the process. No she was a sight to behold. Young, in her prime, and with some fight in her. That made for a good female. His captive looked back at Celeste in terror. Her concern for the teenager, still so much a child in her eyes, overshadowing her own possible fate. "Run child! Run before they get you!"

The lycan's eyes widened as she let loose her arrow, a snarl echoing down the streets as he dodged out of the way. The girls aim was inexperienced but that didn't make the tip of her arrows and less deadly. Even a novice could be blessed with a lucky shot once in a while and he took no chances. He let go of his captive's leg, a much more interesting prey in his sights now, and fell on all fours and slowly moving in closer. Again she fired her bow and again he dodge, this time the girl's aim ringing more true and actually grazing him. His shoulder, unarmored, suddenly had a red gash appear over it it as a thin line of blood trailed down. It was nothing to him, only serving to excite him more, and the feral grin he gave her told her that.

As she drew her third arrow he made his move, darting forward at incredible speed at her. His paws thundered on the ground as he went in for the kill, praying to Mars and Diana that this tender morsel before him would prove worthy prey. He had no way of know she was praying to almost the same gods as he, but soon enough time would show who they favored. Darting to her side he claws swiped out for her bow, trying to break her only weapon and end her only way of defending herself.
 

Even before he had began to charge, she started backing up. No sane person - or creature - would be stupid enough to stay still. Especially not against an archer, whom needed range. Once that was gone ... they usually died and quickly. It would be honorable, yes. But most certainly not her preference either. Her head slowly shook no at the woman's pleas. "I ... I think I already failed my parents. I can't ... just do that to rest of Verona!" She knew it sounded a bit silly for the sole reason she wasn't a paladin or warrior; well, not a melee one.

Still, it felt wrong to turn away and run ... even knowing the risk of Death was before her eyes. After a few more steps back, she let loose the third arrow, going more for the sternum this time. As she reached back, she grabbed and notched two arrows this time. It was a trick she had been trying to self-teach herself; the ability to launch two arrows at an enemy. ... Well, no better place or time to test it ...

The grin - more like smirk - hinted her arrow had done more in aiding him then harming. Still, it had hit ... that was good. Wasn't it? Maybe this fight wouldn't be as impossible as she thought. Then, he charged. Swallowing and gasping, she jumped back ... before letting the two arrows fly. Though his claws were temporarily clean of blood, he did get some of the teenager's fabric as she jumped back. But now that so much of the gap had been closed, she wouldn't have time to notch even another arrow. ... Oh no ... Turning on her feet - her back now to the Lycan - she finally began heeding the woman's advice. She ran ... ran like she never had done before in her life. If she could get more distance ... maybe then she would have a chance. But as it was? There was practically no way for her to win, let alone survive. Continuing to send up her silent prayers, she hadn't watched to see where - or if - the two arrows had hit. If they connected ... it may slow him enough. That would be one of the best things to hope for now; that he could get wounded enough for her to get more distance.
 
Her third arrow hit dead center, his armor being the only the stopped it from hurting the lycan badly. His armor was old and worn, taken from human warriors he had personally killed in battle as his kind had no blacksmiths to speak of yet. Still, her tip had embedded itself just past the armor and scratched at his chest. An inconvenience at most but her will to kill him excited Redfang to no end. He closed the gap between them in a few strides, black claws flexing as moved in and launched his attack. He would have his home, would have destroyed her only weapon, had the sight of two notched arrows given him pause.

Caught off guard from the surprising maneuver, from a child no less, Redfang reared back as she let them fly. One whizzed just an inch away from his head, a great near miss. Unfortunately that meant the other one hit its mark just fine.

A pained howl rang through the streets as he clutched as his face, the long shaft of her arrow imbedded in its side. Red blood, his blood, trickled down his neck and over his fingers as he fell back on his knees from the pain. His eye...it hurt...he wasn't sure if he could see from it with all the blood. Growling he thrashed out wildly, only catching her clothing as she made her escape. His knees gave way under him as he tumbled over and caught himself against a stone wall. His good eye watched her making more distance between them as he steadied himself, adrenaline masking the pain. His kind could handle injury, but a wound like this...she would pay. By the Gods she would pay.

Ripping the arrow free he tossed it aside, the wounded eye clenched shut and still burning like fire. Rearing back on his hind legs he let loose a long, powerful howl before taking off after her. She would know what it felt like to be hunted. To be prey.

His claws would have struck home, would have probably wounded her badly, had she not taken the opportunity to try firing two arrows at once .
 

The loud - and very angry - howl was the only hint she needed. Oh she'd been running alright; but now her pace quickened. A light whimper left ... the tone in the lycan's voice had hinted not only had her arrows hit, but enough to get his temper flared; a feat which was not easy with such creatures. Her head began to turn back ... before it stopped. A mix of fear and focus was keeping her from gazing over her shoulder to see if she was being followed. As a thought crossed her mind though, she couldn't help but scoff at herself really.

Why wouldn't I be followed? He sounded very wounded ... and probably wants revenge for it. What sane person wouldn't ....?? It made her shiver. But I don't want to die! Please .... Diana don't let me ... Tears began to form ... but she kept them from falling. Now wasn't yet the time. Maybe when she could ensure she was safe ... she could properly mourn. The lack of hints that she had found regarding her parents only reassured her they were gone. She only had herself ... and right now, she needed to remain as calm - or at least sane - as possible to keep her life.

Panting heavily, she felt the urge to stop trying to take over. But she couldn't! Not here! Not now! She'd die if she did. "Um ... uh ... " Gazing up, she began looking for a tall tree to stay out of reach from the Lycan. While she did find some; a lot of the starting branches were too high for her to reach. Keeping her head mostly up, she would try to look for one that may aid her out. Her concentration was now solely upon finding a means of escaping. Lycans - last she had heard - weren't known for being good with climbing. If she could find one to get into; she should be safe long enough .... or so she hoped.
 
Deep, heavy breaths punctuated Redfang's every step as he chased the girl through the streets of burning Verona. His left eye was still clenched shut, his bodies quickened healing not working fast enough to deal with it if it could at all. Behind him a trail of blood followed, dripping from his face and staining the dirt. This girl...this prey...he would ensure she suffered for what she did. But even through the pain, the blood, he felt...excited. The chase, the injuries she caused, he hadn't been so hurt since his first battle. He wasn't sure if it was dumb luck on her part but he knew that if he let her escape she would grow up to be a powerful warrior. Part of him wanted to see that but the other part was much more interested in forcing himself between her thighs.

He watched her backside as he slowly caught up, the girl looking from side to side, tree to tree in a desperate move to gain ground on him. Even in his rage he was still a wolf with a hunter's instincts, and as she tried to outrun him he ducked into a nearby alleyway. Between buildings and trees he quickly moved, silently and with intent, as he slowly caught up with the girl.

Soon he was were he wanted to be: in front of her. Keeping low and in the shadows he watched and waited for her next action, ready to pounce on his unwary victim.
 

The trembling figure had double - triple checked even - before finally leaning against the side of an alleyway. Pulling her quiver in front of her ... she began counting. "...Fifteen left ..." She murmured, her head shaking. It wouldn't be enough; not for all of the Lycans. The one she had been against? Maybe ... a huge one at that matter. But the rest? No way ... definitely not. Her eyes closed as chances and statistics began coming to her mind ... along with plans. It pained her ... greatly. But she could only do so much with her current amount of arrows, age, strength; and all her other factors.

"Somewhere ... else ... " She murmured shakily, beginning to push herself off from the wall. "I can't ... stay here ... " Sparta maybe ... they had strong soldiers. She could live there ... grow up and get stronger. Nodding at the sound plan, she put her quiver beside her longbow - upon her back - and began heading off into a run again. Her legs were shaking ... she had never seen so much blood and just the mere thought of being a forced orphan had been making her spirits drop. The close call with the Lycan hadn't aided ... nor had what she had seen thus far.

By now poor Celeste was clinging onto what sanity she did have left, whimpering and murmuring with a shaky voice. "I'm sorry ... " she constantly repeated, her tears getting even closer to falling by now. The apology was mainly for her parents ... but also at the same time, Verona. She felt like a coward; but she wasn't. She was being methodical .... smart ... surviving. At least .. she deemed it as that. Hopefully Diana would understand ... forgive her. Her and Apollo both at that matter. Running as best as she could with how sore her legs were now, she began going out ... aiming to leave Verona in the bloodbath it had been painted in.
 
He watched, and waited. Farther away from the main sites of battle her smell was coming to him uninterrupted. She smelled of sweat, fear, and delicious femininity, an inciting combination. Licking his maw, tasting blood in the process, he slowly maneuvered himself closer to her as she leaned back in an alleyway.

He heard her pained whispers to herself, the signs of stress taking over. He was curious of what she planned, of where she would have gone, but not so much to let her escape. Peering out from behind the same building she rested against he spied her bow on her backside and wondered how fast she could draw it. He grinned as his claws dug deeper into the earth thinking to himself "not fast enough".


As her back was turned to him in a run he made his move, a few quick strides making the distance between them as he pounced upon his prey. His claws dug into her sides as he tackled her to the ground, sharp fangs biting into her neck to hold her still as they hit the ground. He could have easily have torn her open, in his rage he almost did, but instinct held him back and kept his fangs from hurting her...yet. The small girl underneath him had no chance against his strength as his claws tore at her clothes, ripping them open leaving long red scratches over her youthful skin.
 

Wind from behind had made her turn ... and her eyes simultaneously widen. Not just at the fact she'd been found by the same lycan again, but now seeing why he had howled as angrily as he had. She didn't think the double-shot trick had worked quite that well ... to hit an eye. Just from the weight alone, her quiver and longbow were barely intact from the impact.

Finding herself mostly on her stomach, a shaky hand felt her head. No blood ... that was good at least. She had been almost certain her heart stopped at the feel of sharp fangs on her neck. .... Gods he's going to kill me .... Her eyes had closed, her body trembling as she waited for the worst. But rather than the feeling of her throat getting ripped, it seemed to be ... her clothes?!

"....Huh!?" She started to turn her head back ... but stopped, the fangs reminding her that wouldn't be wise. "W...wait what ... what are you ..... ahhhh!!" Screams of agony and fear left from the scratches. That ... and the stripping was her final breaking point, per se. All her restraint she'd been holding onto ... was now gone. Her tears matched the emotions of her screams as they finally fell. "I know I probably deserve it to you but please ... don't kill me ... " Gods how pathetic she must have sounded to him .... but maybe, it'd work .. it'd get heeded somehow. She could only keep praying for now, her eyes shutting tighter if anything should he not listen.

(Gonna head out for a bit, be back in an hour or so~
EDIT: Annnnd back~)
 
Her screaming only served to fuel his lusts, the armored lycan ripping open her her intricate clothing and revealing her young breasts. Her scent was now all around him, was almost all he could smell save for blood, and the the two mixed was perhaps the most exquisite experience he had been through yet. Until he mounted the little bitch, anyway.

Jaw tightening he forced her into the air, throwing her several feet against a pile of wooden barrels. Several of them fell and rolled away from the force as she hit the ground beside them, a few cracks spilling fine wine down the street. Redfang stood, breathing hard, his good eye focused solely on her. As he approached her on all fours he growled and barked, his fangs never leaving her sight as he brought his maw closer to her face. A thing line of saliva dripped from him on her her naked thigh, echoing his hunger.

"You're name," he growled. His voice was a bastardization of the human tongue coming out in a beastial grunt. "Tell me you're name child." One large hand-like paw settled next to her, black claws flexing ready to tear. He was truly a beast of war, designed to kill to his very core. One could see the outline of his hard muscles flexing underneath his fur, the sight only obscured by the armor he wore.

He barked again, letting her know he would not tolerate any acts of bravery here and now.
 

One ... two ... three or so tumbles later, she finally stopped after the not-so-gentle toss from the Lycan. Groaning weakly, she felt her back ... and now the quiver and bow were broken. ... Lovely. Damnit ... Blinking a few times to keep herself from seeing doubles, she tried to push herself up to her feet. One leg got balance .... and then lost it as she fell back on all fours. The dizziness and light-headed sensations - now adding onto all the fear and anxiety she had been having - were not helping the teenager at all.

Forcing her gaze to move up to the Lycan's eyes, she - somehow - managed to comprehend his question. Panting and swallowing in anxiety, she kept silent for a few moments. The claw that landed beside her made her jump and whimper again as she found her voice again. "C-celeste! My name ... is Celeste ... " Wiping away some stray tears, her eyes closed again.

Weaponless .. and now nude ... Celeste noted he hadn't answered her question. All the same, he had plenty of opportunities to kill her. Did this mean she'd get through this ... somehow? Covering herself with trembling hands, her legs closed to hide her slit which was only the slightest bit wet from one reason at the moment. Fear ... it had unusual effects on the body and unfortunately, now was no exception. Were it not for the possibility of death and her desire to live, she probably would have fainted quite a while ago. Keeping her body covered as best as she could given her circumstances, she didn't find it in her to do much more but wait and keep praying.
 
"Hrm...Celeste..." he repeated the name in his own tough tongue, trying it out with some difficulty. "Celeste...Celeste..." For a moment he seemed to be thinking something over, his one good eye closing as he spoke her name over and over. Suddenly he opened his jaw wide and lunged at her, looking ready to finally end her life in one bite, only to snap his fangs shut just an inch away from her tear-stained face. The deep chuckle and blood stained grin on his face told just how amusing he thought this was. Her reactions, her scent, her body...all of it.

His canine nose pressed against her cheek, sniffing out her fear and other familiar scents. He prodded her neck and shoulders, taking in everything he could. The scent from between her thighs though...THAT got his attention. With a feral growl he suddenly licked her cheek possessively, pulling back and grabbing her roughly by the arm. He didn't care for her comfort in this act, didn't care if she screamed of begged. She was wet, something she should consider a blessing, and he was itching to fuck her within an inch of her life. Lifting her by her legs and arms he through her face down over one of the barrels, her ass raised up and presented to him.

One hand pressed down on the small of her back, claws digging into her every time she tried to move, while the other worked at the buckle of the armor around his waist. The bit of leather that protected his groin was far to constricting for his liking right now, his erection bulging from his sheath and pulsing with need already. With a 'clink' the armor fell away around his feet, his massive wolfhood emerging out from underneath it and slapping against her pert rear.
 

The sound of him repeating his name made her wonder if he was contemplating ... more on what to do than failing to understand. He hadn't stuttered so that wasn't - she didn't think anyways - the issue. A scream left as his jaws moved forward; barely stopping before her. Her body trembled harder as she forced herself to keep staring at him, slowly opening her eyes again. "Please ... spare me ... " She pleaded, her voice as shaky as her body was now.

A whimper left as he began sniffing. Her body tensed ... and for some reason, her instincts told her to remain still. Maybe to avoid tempting him into biting her throat out or something? It didn't make much sense in her head ... then again, all the dizziness and light-headed sensations hadn't left either. Finally, he stopped using his nose and switched to an arm, yanking her and making her wince from the force.

Her hands went in front of her to keep her head from impacting the barrel. She was barely conscious as it was; she didn't need him getting anymore advantages. Her fists clenched as his claws went into her back, biting down on her lower lip to keep a wince from leaving. She wasn't naive on sexual subjects; she had just never overly focused upon such things. Then again, her parents had been trying to arrange for her to be wed off soon. .... There goes that ... Taking steady breaths through her nose, she remained silent. I ... I'm not giving him anymore satisfaction. No more screaming, wincing ... nothing. Diana ... please don't count this against me ... That was maybe the worst thing about this; worshiping one of the three chaste goddesses and knowing she was about to be forced to lose her purity.

But ... assuming that Diana was watching, she knew she wouldn't consider this her fault. Right? Gods she hoped. Her forehead laid against the barrel as she continued her deep exhaling, trying to remain relatively calm despite knowing - somewhat - what was about to happen.
 
Redfang's erection prodded against her bottom, precum smearing against her as it raised up and fell against her backside. The thick organ was pulsing with need, the sight of Celeste lying on her stomach with her back presented to him like a bitch in heat sending an ache through his bones. Inwardly he praised Mars for the bounty this battle had brought him and thanks Diana for giving him swiftness on the hunt. The gos must surely favor him he though, the fact that he was about to rape a maiden in the name of Diana escaping him at the moment.

Reaching up to his shoulder he undid the straps holding up his chest plate. He didn't want anything blocking the feel of flesh against furand threw the cumbersome armor to the ground. With that gone he seized her waist and lifted her up to meet him, his large cock prodding against her tiny slit several times as it sought entrance. Finally with one powerful thrust he forced himself inside of her, the head of his wolf-like cock spearing the young teenager without pity. Gods she was tight! His claws dug into her flesh as he released a howl of pleasure, letting it echo through the burning city. Their shadows danced on the street before them giving Celeste a perfect profile of her violation, the nearby flames making sure no aspect of their union was unseen. Now Redfang was truly like a beast as he forced himself further inside of her, inch by inch as he used all of his strength to tear open the poor virgin underneath him.
 

Allowing - or forcing rather - nothing but a shiver to trail down her body from the weird feeling, her fists clenched every time she got close to giving into making anymore audible noises. Resting her head upon her hands, her breathing got heavier ... rougher as his cock teased her body. For a bit it had felt like he was going to go in the - to her anyways - more painful hole. In a way ... she was glad he didn't; but she was equally mad to feel what would happen.

A bit of blood fell down her lower lip as her fists clenched tighter. It'd hurt ... and easily broke her hymen. Broke? No .. ripped it apart as if it had been mere paper. Panting lowly, she felt him thrusting up, getting in deeper than she'd ever guessed. Her head buried more in her hands as ... she felt herself getting ... wet?! But why?! I don't want this! So mortifying ... degrading ... how was she reacting like this?!

Her fists were ready to join her lower lip in bleeding with how deep and tight her fingernails were burying themselves by now. Shuddering and panting against the massive body and cock ravaging her, she forced herself to stay quiet .... save for the heavy breathing. Aside from that? She didn't want to give him anymore satisfaction than he probably was getting already.
 
He was digging into her hard now, his hips thrusting back and forth with the ferocity of his kind. Every push forced another inch inside, aided by her bodies own juices. In his lust-driven haze he had almost missed that surprising turn of events but nothing could escape his nose. Grinding against her he grunted and panted, his chest bending over her backside as he fucked her with short, quick thrusts over and over.

One thing slowly came to him though as he leaned over her. He had fucked many females before this, simpering maidens and fearful whores, but this one...this one didn't react anything like them. He had expected crying, begging, screaming...but instead she just lay there and took what he forced upon her with resilience. Her breathing was the only outward sign of distress even though he could sense the pain and, according to her own body, pleasure she was feeling.

Growling he lowered his maw to her ear, claws coming around her neck as his voice rumbled to her. "Scream. Scream of I will make you scream."
 

Aren't you getting enough?! Oh how she wanted to say that aloud ... but she wouldn't. She was desperate, yes. That much? Not like this ... when he had more of everything versus her; strength, speed, and the ability to tear her actual body apart. Her fists slowly unclenched as marks from her own nails could be shown. One could begin to guess how her palms had kept from bleeding to be nothing less than herself and her body's will power. Giving a low nod, she let go of her lower lip, panting and shuddering.

Her head buried deeper in her hands as - very reluctantly - she let her half-moans and half-whimpers leave. Even in her mind, she wasn't sure what to focus more on; the pain and rape aspects or the exact opposites. It was confusing her and wounding more than pride than she had wanted to have taken away. Her soft sobs resumed as she continued gently switching between moaning and whimpering, almost closer to pleading.
 
Her small cry and whimpers still seemed like she was holding back on him, enraging the lycan even more. She had injured him, taken his eye, and he did not intend to let her off so easily. Sharp claws dragged themselves over her ass leaving red lines behind them as his other hand wrapped around her breasts and squeezed. "I said scream!" he barked, nipping at her ear with his fangs. "Beg you little bitch, beg for my cock. I want to hear you plead for forgiveness as I rape your tight little cunt." His canine tounge ran up the side of her face, tasting the salt from her tears. "Scream or I will throw you to my pack afterwards," each word of his threat was punctuated by a hard thrust into her. "Hundreds of wolves, fucking your young ass...turn you into a pack whore!"

Heaving forward she would have felt something new pressing against her abused vagina with the feel of his cock only...thicker. Harder. If the girl knew anything about canines she would have known something painful was coming next, for even if she was taking his inhuman cock she wasn't designed for the knot of a lycan!
 

The feel of his claws made her whimper ... then scream. Shuddering and trembling at his words, her head shook no frantically at all the lewd suggestions ... especially when he brought up the pack. "NO! Please no!" Her tears resumed falling as she shook against the lycan. She ... didn't know how to feel on the begging; for either him or forgiveness. She'd only been protecting herself ... why should she apologize for that? It seemed stupid; but not nearly as much as doing so for something she hadn't wanted. "I ... I can't lie like that. I can't beg for something I don't want ..." She murmured, trembling harder.

He'd do it wouldn't he? He'd kill her from that reply ... she felt sick in her stomach suddenly. Her tears fell faster as she waited ... almost expecting his patience and mercy to leave. But then ... something huge began pressing against her slit. And that ... definitely made her scream, even try to pull away. "AHHHH WHAT IS THAT?! THAT HURTS .... STOP PLEASE!" Every thrust that went up - and made the knot try to slip in - was making her scream and convulse roughly around the massive member and knot.
 
"THEN I WILL MAKE YOU!" He roared in anger as still she denied him, his face contorted in rage. Scratching at her breasts he pulled away, wrenching himself up on his hind legs as he seized her small hips with both hands. He could see were they connected, her virgin blood leaking out around him along with some of her own sexual juices. The sight was obscene, thick wolf meat jammed inside the cunt of a young girl. But even worse was the sight of the thick knot that demanded entrance, the bulge pressing against her with evil intent. His claws dug into her sides, pulling her body back towards him so any attempts of hers to pull away would be pointless. He snarled as he watched her try to claw away over the barrel, trying to do anything to get away from him.

"You'll be the pack bitch!" he growled, the knot spreading her body open in ways it wasn't meant to. "I'll see to it this cunt is fucked ever day and night, along with your virgin ass!" At that he pressed a claw-tipped finger against the tight bud, pressing into roughly and giving her a taste of what was to come. He didn't slow his assault of her pussy though, his knot slowly pushing in to seal his member inside of her. "You'll be heavy with the bastard pups of a thousand wolves by the end of the month, filthy bitch!"
 

Her head shook pleadingly, her tears falling faster. "NO PLEASE! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" The combination of the rough thrusts and knot trying to slide in, mixed in with his claws being rough with her body - breasts especially - was making poor Celeste scream so long and loud. "STOP PLEASE .... NGH!!!" Even with her words, her muscles were .... squeezing?! Why?! Why is my body doing this? Someone ... make this stop please! More tears and screams left her lips .. and her trembles became more violent as the lycan spoke yet again ....

"...N-NO! PLEASE DON'T .... STOOOOPPP!!" Whimpering at the finger going against her ass, she felt herself shuddering and panting, a few more confused - but still very audible - moans leaving her lips. Her eyes closed as she thought carefully and quietly on the only options she was being given. She didn't want either, really. But .... given the two possibilities .... it was clear what she should say. But ... her head shook no, her muscles continuing to squeeze. "I .... I CAN'T .... LIE .... HAH ... I .... WANT NEITHER! NEITHER YOU NOR YOUR PACK! DID YOU NOT GET ENOUGH ALREADY?! MOST OF VERONA'S DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR DAMN PACK! I ..... AHHHHHHH!"

Her head tossed back as her breathing got heavier, her panting louder. Gods how was that massive thing actually going inside?! Her head shook no faster as she squirmed harder. "Too .... too big .... there's no way .. no way that ... that will ... fit .... "
 
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