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


Her hand trembled lightly as she began to pull back on a new set of three arrows. This time, though, it wasn't from fear. No ... actually it was more from pain. She was feeling weak, light-headed. All the blood loss, unfortunately, was getting to her. But she wouldn't admit it aloud ... and hell if she would be a coward and run! She'd come too far, though being surrounded probably wouldn't help much either. But even without them ... she had promised herself to see this through, from start to finish. She would follow through with that, one way or another.

Once he jumped, she let go of the arrows. Though by the time they would even begin to try to hit; it'd be point-blank in range. That ... was the absolute worst range for any and all archers. By the time her feet had begun to take a step back, she was back on the ground. Screams of agony left as pressure began getting applied on her chest. Her head tossed back in pain as she tried to pull the claws off -- away!

The wound from the shoulder was also not helping her out as that, too, was losing a lot of blood. Her screams turned to winces which began getting softer, weaker with each passing minute. Juno ... Diana .... please .... She didn't get to finish her silent prayers as her trembling hands fell at her sides. Exhaustion and pain finally overtook the young woman's body as she - reluctantly and instinctively - passed out, blood continuing to flow from the wounds.
 
He felt something hit his chest, something sharp, but the rush of adrenaline made him ignore it. He could only focus on her, on her face, her body, her screams. As they hit the ground together his claws dug in hard, hurting her as much as possible s her hands dug at him with what little strength she had left. He watched her face struggling with it, the fear in them as she her voice slowly faded away. His eye stayed on her the entire time, the last thing she would have seen as her vision faded into blackness and she passed out.

At that moment he collapsed, three silver-tipped arrows lodged in his chest. "Mars..." he prayed, "accept this victory in your honer..." The other lycans rushed to his aid as he coughed up more of the little blood he had left. That the silver didn't kill him outright was a miracle to them. He could feel himself teetering on the edge of consciousness but forbid himself from blacking out. "That one..." he forced out a claw towards Celeste's prone body laid out on the ground. "That one lives."




The first thing she would have seen was the wall of a tent, red as blood. Her body was laid out on a cot, naked as the day she was born save for the bandages that covered her chest and shoulder. And the chains. It would have been impossible not to notice the chains that were shackled to her ankles and wrists and bolted to the ground.

At the sign of stirring a gentle hand was on her shoulder, soft and feminine. A young human girl, no more than 14 or 15 sat beside her with a roll of bandages in her lap. She was dressed in a simple white toga and from hers looks one could assume she came Celeste's homelands, at least what she had called her homelands before it had been ravaged by the lycans. The girls tried to keep Celeste from any rash actions, holding her down if nessisary though she didn't have much on the Spartan-trained woman. [undefined=undefined]"Relax please," [/undefined]she whispered. [undefined=undefined]"You must not struggle or you'll open risk opening your wounds!"[/undefined]
 

A low curse left her lips as she felt the chains. A weak groan soon followed as she took the time to look at the rest of her surroundings. Tent ... chains ... girl .... wait ... girl? Weary - but still somehow determined - eyes glanced at the youth in concern. ".... For now, I will. I don't know if the leader will allow me enough time though .... but I'll try." Noting the attire - and silently studying it - she asked softly, "Where do you come from exactly anyways?"

Even while she forced herself to stay still, she kept her senses very alert -- especially her ears and eyes. She knew that the damage done to Redfang was quite a bit ... but she also knew he was stubborn as hell. And that alone .... was making her fear a bit that she may not get as much time as she wanted - needed - to try to recover. The hint of her being nude save the bandages already hinted he seemed to want to pick up where they left off. It pained her .... but she knew this time he definitely would get what he wanted. He'd taken even more precautions this time around ... especially the chains. Closing her eyes, she exhaled softly, trying to keep as calm as possible.
 
The girl smiled at her as Celeste agreed to remain still, going back to work on checking her bandages. "I wouldn't worry. Redfang has always treated his slaves well, even if he is a little rough sometimes." Trained hands secured the white wraps around her chest and one could see a hint of some kind of cream underneath them, a healing save of some sort. One could smell some of it on the girl making it obvious that she probably applied it herself. "My name is Amica and I come from Rome." Her eyebrows dipped a little in thought but the smile soon returned"Well, I was originally came from a small village on the coast until Romulus brought us into the Empire. Now I serve the den of Redfang as a healer and consort."

Finished with her work Amica placed her supplies in a nearby basket. "You've been out for two days now. I wasn't sure you were going to awaken, though Redfang was adamant about that. Said the gods would assure it." She turned her head towards the opposite side of the tent where a small shrine lay dedicated to Mars. A small torch was lit in front of adding light to the space. From the darkness around them it was clearly nightfall, the only other light source being from some kind of bonfire outside of the tent. Shadows occasionally passed over the walls, though it was unclear if they were human or lycan.
 

Personally, Celeste found the news that Redfang was even somewhat decent to slaves hard to believe. But .... she wouldn't say it. Not yet .. maybe when the girl was away and out of risk of being used as an example. Giving a light nod instead, a shiver trailed down as the cold ointment got applied. Panting a bit heavily as a slight stinging sensation began to flow through her body, but she remained still aside from a bit of heavy breathing. " ... Be careful then." Though she did refer mainly to Redfang, she did honestly mean in general.

"...Oh? Two days huh? Thank you ... I was kind of wondering." As she nodded her head, a light smirk crossed her lips at the shrine. "...I see. Well ... thank you, Amica. You're a good healer. I'm sure Apollo is proud of you, with him being the god for medicine and healing. May he watch over you ... "
 
Amica blushed. "Thank you for saying so. It isn't always easy with-"

A large figure entering the tent silenced her as she turned to see who it was. Redfang was looking better all right, though one could make out the scars from her silver weapons still burned into his skin. He no longer wore his armor as before, now down to just the simple leather around his waist. Amica was up on her feet immediately, head bowing but approaching her master with concern. Her hands went to his chest, fingers tracing the wounds.

"Master Redfang! Your injuries...!"

"Are fine." He barked, brushing her aside as he saw Celeste awake on the cot. "Leave us."

The girl hesitated but bowed all the same. Picking up her basket of medical supplies, giving Celeste a small smile of encouragement, before she disappeared out of the tent flap. Redfang stood there several moments, watching Celeste's naked body laid out like that. "I wondered why the God's aided your escape," his rough voice broke the silence. "Wondered it for some time. Why would they favor you over me?" He turned away from her, approaching the shrine to Mars. Bending down on one knee he watched the flames dance in the air and ran his fingers through them. "I spent years agonizing over it. Beseeching the gods for an answer. I must have sacrificed an entire herd of cows to them, among other things."

His good eye turned back to her, the dark yellow burning with intensity. "I prayed to them all. Jupiter, Mars, Diana, asking why they let such prey escape a hunter such as myself? Then it came to me. In the Temple of Mars I realized you had been but a weak girl then with a few lucky strikes. I have sated myself on scores of such women since then, and had you not escaped you would have been just another simpering thing I had stuck my cock into once." He barred his fangs in a smirk. "That was why you escaped that day. To become what you are now, a true warrior and prey worthy of the hunt. Diana gave you the skills of the hunter and Mars the fire in your soul, all meant to make you a prize fit for me."

He licked his maw, the look in his eyes telling that this was not some joke on his part.
 

Celeste almost wished Redfang hadn't walked in yet. The girl had been doing a nice job of helping her - even if only temporarily - forget of her state. She hadn't thought of the fact she was now chained, nude, a prisoner ... not until he walked in again. But before she got too far, Celeste also noted the small smile coming from Amica and returned the favor with her own. Talking to her had also reminded her of why she had enjoyed her younger days. Prior to the attack on Verona, life had been so much simpler. Now ... it was basically the opposite.

She would be courteous enough to hear Redfang out -- if for no other reason save morals, the fact she was curious on what it had been that convinced him to spare her. Her head shook as a light scoff left when he finished. " ... Prize? You? I highly doubt that. Diana has always watched over me ... as has Juno and some of the others. Some of the best heroes had mortal parents ... and were also favored by the gods. Ever consider it's merely a repeat of that, just with a woman? Regardless, I am not yours ... I'm far from it. The only thing I should be to you .... is your demise."

Her eyes had only really opened to watch the girl leave. Now that she was gone, however, they closed again, her head turning aside. "Alas, however, you were right on one thing. You've got your own favorites it seems; ones that mine often clash with. We will probably continue to hit many stand-stills as it were. That being hinted... what makes you so sure history won't repeat again? I doubt you'll need to wait seven more years but ... have you considered if I could get away from you again? Third time is charm they say; and if I must repeat something like I had to before just to have my final chance ... so be it."

Now that the threat of battle was gone, he could see upon her left ring finger something he hadn't been able to note before. Not without the threat of arrows and blades at any rate. A gold band ... one with simple yet elegant designs. However, there was no stone set within the center of it.
 
He chuckled at her retort. Even knowing what had happened seven years ago he was still looking confident. "Diana is the goddess of the hunt, of wildlife. Her gaze favors wolves over man as true hunters. She only protects you from others to save you as prey for me." He stopped himself from saying more. The last thing he needed was for the gods themselves to come down and settle things.

Slowly he approached her on all fours, making his way to the side of the cot. "True. History could repeat itself...though I see little reason I couldn't just take the right precautions." His clawed hand reached out and touched her naked thigh, the tips just grazing her center before traveling lower until he held her just below the knee. "I could break your legs. Watching you escape on those would be a sight worth seeing. Or perhaps your arms. Think you could learn to fire a bow with no arms in seven years?"

Something gold reflected in his eye for a moment and his gaze fell upon her hand. The gold band...its meaning...

He growled loudly and pounced on her, grabbing her hand and raising it up between them as his held his muzzle over her face. She could better see the state of the wound she gave him all those years ago, the way the fur had never grown back properly, the long scar just hidden underneath the tufts of black hair. "And what is this!?" he barked at her, suddenly furious for reasons he didn't understand. "You decided to find yourself a mate? A human mate? You considered bearing the spawn of man in your belly despite proving yourself little more than a bitch in heat?!" He tossed her hand aside, pulling away and rising to his feet again. "Oh I remember that night Spartan bitch. I remember the way a young girl came around the thick shaft of a wolf. How did you tell your story to them? Did you claim you were an unwilling maid who suffered? Ha! Did you lay with your human lover and lay in dissapointment when he rutted against you? Spartan warrior indeed."
 

"Not always, no. It can easily favor over humans, moreso with her being one of the few, pure deities existing." Her head shook no, even more determined than before. "She'd never send me to someone like you! She doesn't resort to such pathetic tactics. Someone else ... maybe. Her? No. Naomi is proof she can favor humans more than lycans - or any form of beasts for that matter."

The same smirk - just on an older face - showed on her lips. "...Could being the keyword. You don't have it in you. They'll only be suggestions; nothing else. Though if push came to shove regarding the rhetorical questions ... yes. I survived the chest wound, did I not? That ... easily could have gone horribly wrong, despite how good Amica was with healing. Even the best in their occupations can fail miserably."

Her head finally gazed back to glare at him. "...Actually, he came to me. But even still, what's it to you?! I already said ... I'm not yours! You may have been my first, yes. But that didn't mean by any stretch of your damn imagination I enjoyed it! Tch ... " Her head turned as a soft sigh left. "...He doesn't know; nor does he need to. Not the exact source anyways. The word 'rape' can suffice .... that's all he'll need to understand it." Her fists clenched in the chains. The only thing keeping them still was wanting her body to heal. Her shoulder ... was one of her strongest body parts. She would need her upper body, at the most.

"Shove it! Delusional, selfish liar ... mainly to yourself. You wish I could begin to have liked it. Unfortunately though .... bodies give in. That does not mean I did though. Me and my body - though connected physically - are not quite the exact same thing, as it were. If you really think you can truly claim me ... keep me; try. I doubt Juno will allow anything you give me to live .... and if she doesn't, I won't. If a body doesn't wish for something, it can easily whim it away. Unborn children are no exception to this rule...."

Yes, she knew and realized the words were rather cruel; more than usual. But she would rather it be that way - knowing the father would be a bastard to her and ergo likely the children - than force them to live and endure all she had thus far. She had every reason to not trust him thus far; not quite the opposite. And that by itself would be so very hard for him to begin to do. He'd taken too much ... he wasn't the only one who couldn't forget or forgive. If given proper incentives, Celeste could get to that point herself.
 
Her words sent his lips curling back and his eyes to narrow in anger. At the talk of children he was on her again, his large form shaking the cot as he grabbed either side of it and let out a deafening roar in her face. Everything outside the tent went quite at that. Even the sparks from the bonfire seemed to go silent as Redfang raged above her. Breathing hard over her, his hot breath hitting her face in waves as he looked like he was contemplating killing her then and there. A small droplet of red fell from his chest and fell over her breast. The small damp patch on his chest signifying he had re-opened one of her arrow wounds in his outburst.

"I'm sure," he growled out the words. "That as your 'protector', Diana would bless you with a plentiful, easy birth. That is her domain as well."

Slowly his head moved away from hers though he remained seated on the side of her cot. The rough skin of his hand held her by the hips, strong, child-bearing hips, and slowly slid down to her nether lips. "I will see you grow large with my pups, Celeste." A rare use of her name, the word still sounding odd coming from his canine tongue. "And I will hear your scream for me, one way or the other. But make no mistake." His claws suddenly entered her, two thick fingers pressing in between her legs as he felt how tight she still was. "You are mine. Even after seven years you are mine! I have hunted you and brought your down and you will not be escaping this time." He fingers pressed harder into her, his palm squeezing against her as he assaulted her body.
 

"I DON'T WANT THAT! DEFINITELY NOT FROM YOU!" Her body trembled against the chains, her eyes never once leaving either of Redfang's. Her focus was too much upon the Lycan to note he had gotten too angry and caused some of his own blood to fall upon her body. "She could grant me all of that, yes. But she has been watching me for so long! Even if I keep finding myself before your eyes ... it will remain at that. You will only see me ... nothing else! She knows I don't want this and if I must ensure things myself, fine. BUT I'M NOT CARRYING ANYTHING YOU GIVE ME!"

Her head shook no as he kept going, scoffing once again. "Keep lying to yourself. You're no better than a spoiled, selfish child. Tough shit ... because I'm not doing anything you want! I'm .... " She bit down quickly on her lower lip as he shoved his two fingers in, her fingernails digging into her palms. Shuddering from the abrupt touch, she panted a bit. " ... am not ... yours!" She managed to hiss out angrily, keeping any sounds that did leave her lips to be what she would allow, not what he wanted to hear.
 
Ever time she shouted at him he pressed deeper, the thick fingers curling inside of hers. His claws, easily able to tear a man open, did little else but press against her tight walls. "You'll do all I'll want and more, Spartan bitch. Your body will be used for my pleasure and bear my young. You will give me fine lycan warriors to carry on my name." He pulled his fingers out of her, grabbing her legs and spreading them apart and repositioned himself between them. "And you will beg to be mine. I will have you paraded through Rome as my bitch! The symbol for our might over any human army!"

Now he was doing something different, something he knew she wouldn't expect. Redfang could have hurt her easily. Her wounds could have been ripped open again or he could have given her entirely new ones. But pain was an old friend of her, one he was also well acquainted with. Pain would only get him so far...

His muzzle pressed between her legs he sniffed at her crotch, the familiar feminine scent hitting his nostrils. His long tongue unfolding from his mouth he pressed it against her pussy, sliding it against it and up towards her sensitive clit as his strong arms kept her legs spread open. Roughly, as was his way, his tongue forced itself inside of her, lapping away at her womanhood that he had taken so many years ago.
 

"Have you gone deaf? No ... I .... won't!" Exhaling deeply through her nose, her ankles and wrists trembled against the chains. The desire to pull against them - even if it would be not much more than a mere punch - was increasing, rising with every time he insisted that all she wouldn't wish for would, indeed, happen; along with - apparently - a couple new ones. Ones that she had never dared to consider, to think of ... until he brought them up.

As she felt her legs parted as far as they could be moved given the chains keeping them pinned, her eyes closed. She had expected him to go on and shove in ... try to knot her. But ... that hadn't been what she felt at all. In fact, it took her opening her eyes and gazing down to understand. "...W-wh...what ...?!" She bit down quickly on her lower lip, her entire body trembling hard. The deep breaths that she had been taking through her nose were getting faster ... heavier. It was so hard to not scream out loud. As she felt her nipples beginning to harden, her hands covered them, squirming roughly to close her legs.
 
He could taste her on his tongue, her juices starting to warm inside of her. Her body was like his, an animal that knew what it wanted. As her legs tried to close around his head he held them fast, her strength having waned a bit after two days of rest making it easy for him. His tongue continued to work at her, sliding up on side of her pussy and down the other before pushing inside again. Its length made it so he could reach places a human couldn't. Back and forth the set appendage slid in rapid movements, his jaw pressing against her with a row of fangs over her clit. The sharp teeth pricked at the bundle of nerves only for his tongue to sooth it with a gentle caress.

All the while his eye stayed locked on hers. Whenever she opened them and looked his way he was staring back knowingly. But he wasn't about to go easy on her, not by any stretch. He worked to bring her as close to the edge as possibly but not over it.
 

Even after all the years they had been apart, he seemed to know - and remember - what to do to her body. Because somehow, he had found her 'On' switch again. Why the hell?! Why does it react so fast? I ... don't .... like this ... !! Or ... did she?! The thought horrified her honestly ... but she really couldn't think of much else. Maybe ... a small, but still obvious enough, part of her had indeed liked this. She probably had been too ... hesitant - no scared - to acknowledge and admit it. Why?! Why ... am I .... liking this?! She understood it was pleasure all the same but ... why was it reacting faster from a Lycan than a human? That ... was where it got confusing for her.

The directions he kept moving his tongue, the angles he got at .... damn it was good. One of the downsides of having grown up - and now being engaged - was knowing and better understanding one's body, especially in regards to this. She hadn't done more than kiss her fiance, whom had insisted on waiting. For some reason, though, the past several years had gone too slow for her. So, to keep her promise, she would sometimes masturbate with herself while no one else was watching or listening. Though her mind had tried to avoid going to the night Verona fell, it often did for some reason.

Redfang had been right; when all was said and done she still had reached at least one climax. With her usually strong will, she hadn't thought he would. And now ... he was so close to bringing her over again. All the memories and thinking ... were not helping. Her head tossed from side to side, her wrists trembling as her head tossed back. A scream - but with a more distinguished tone of pleasure more than pain - left.

Gasping and shuddering, she glared down in annoyance. "What are you doing?! Don't tease me like that ... " Her head quickly turned, ashamed. She hadn't even thought on what she'd just said... until they already left her lips. Had ... she really just said that? Gods not only was that the case .. but she meant it!
 
He could feel it in the way she squirmed against him that she was feeling it. Her legs, once pressing against him in a vain attempt to close him off were not squirming against him. He didn't even hold back when that happened, arms wrapping around the outside of her thighs, messaging and rubbing against them. As her juices flowed more freely so to was he more free with his tongue, drinking in her juices and all the while experimenting with different parts of her pussy exploring it outside and in.

When she let out that little cry he knew she was close to a climax and instead of stopping he only pushed harder, raising her bottom slightly as he practically assaulted her mound of Venus. He only stopped when he felt her on the edge of orgasm, feeling the way her body contracted and begged to continue even if her mind did not. He let go almost immediately, cutting her off from his pleasure immediately. He stood over her, panting hard, the fur around his muzzle slightly wet from her juices. It was also impossible to miss the bulge under the leather armor around his waist, his pulsing organ ready to piece the human woman's body again. But Redfang was anything if not cruel to his enemies.

"I said I would hear you scream Spartan Bitch," he said with a feral look in his eye. "And I will hear it again and again. And it will be loud and wanton." Strangely got up from the bed, moving to the shrine on the other side of the tent. Bending over he retrieved several items that had been out of view from her, but now coming back it was more than obvious what they would be used for. a piece of marble, long and thick like a mans erecion and polished smooth and several long strips of leather. The marble was not even close to Redfang's own size...but it would serve its propose."

"Seven years is a long time," he growled. "Long enough to think on how I would torture you." Seizing her chained legs he spread them again, taking the piece of marble in one hand. "Seven years after Verona and you scream out from just that one act. Have you been so wanting in that time?" His eye turned to look at her. "Then I shall see how you are after tonight."

He pushed the marble carving against her cunt, her juices aiding him as he forced it farther inside. Now it spread her open slightly, just enough to tease and torment her. The chains were fashioned well, long enough to squirm and touch her body but not long enough to reach the maddening spot between her thighs. Next came the leather, wrapped around her hips and between her thighs it would hold in the mock phallus for as long as Redfang wished it...which could be a long time.
 

Her head shook, still in disbelief. Why was this happening?! Then ... it hit her, harder than Redfang could have at the moment. Venus you fickle bitch ... The goddess was known for pulling pranks, this had to be one. The fact she was a consistent lover to Mars ... only made it more understandable. ... Fine but please ... I'm seriously not ready for kids. At least ... don't let that ... please .... Her thoughts were cut off as she felt her lips spread, then her insides began to get stretched. For a bit, she thought it was Redfang himself ... but saw she was wrong as she looked down.

Her cheeks quickly flushed crimson. The sight was vulgar, almost as taboo as her beginning to admit that a Lycan was pleasing her more than a human. But .... it was somehow turning her on at the same time. Another scream - lust and confusion mixed - left as she felt herself easily taking the marble in. Almost all of it slipped in ... so easily. Her muscles were squeezing around it.

Her head shook no silently as her hands covered her face. "I ... I don't understand .... " she murmured, simultaneously revealing her hardened nipples. Panting and shuddering, her muscles continued working on the marble, her clit beginning to harden with her already erect nipples.
 
A pleased rumble came from his chest, deep and very wolf-like. Leaning over her he grabbed her hands and pulled them away from her face forcing her to look at him. Even if she closed her eyes she would still feel his warm breath on her and his fur just grazing her nipples. "I told you the gods prepared you for me. You say that Diana gives your strength and Juno watches over you, but do they also send the warmth through your body at my touch?" He go off one of her hands and seized her breast, pinching her hard nipple between his claws. "Do you feel that? The maddening touch of lust? Of want? I've been waiting for this for seven years..." He licked the side of her face, his long tounge trailing up her chin and caross her cheek.

The feeling in her breast was taken away from her aching body as he got back on his feet, taking one moment to press the marble phallus in deeper. "I will see you tomorrow Spartan Bitch. Seven years...lets see how much of that you can make up for in one night."

True to his word he turned away from her, leaving her there with no way of releasing her from her state of want. The marble phallus was tied in well but remained far to still to release her of the feelings it brought. Her hands could to little more than toy with her breasts, the leather strabs just out of her reach no matter how much she squirmed or pulled. The tent seemed to grow hotter as well with only the shrine of mars across from her with its little flame. It was almost mocking her.

As if to further her humiliation it became very obvious that Redfang wasn't about to let himself go through the torment of going unfulfilled himself that night. By the light of the bonfire she would see his shadow cast upon the wall of the tent just above her and the sound of him letting out a snarl as he undid his armor. The profile of his erection looked down at her for a moment, throbbing with need as the shadow of a young girl joined his on the wall. Celeste would have to watch, her body could do nothing to stem the feelings in her, as Redfang tore the robe from the girl who responded with laughs and giggles. From her voice it was clearly Amica the healer. Long into the night Redfang took the girl outside the tent, their grunts and cries loud enough for Celete and their craven image cast upon her tent. The sight of the girl on all fours was very reminiscent of her night in Verona, save that the girl was obviously enjoying herself.

Hours later the two collapsed and fell asleep, finally giving Celeste what little piece she could have.
 

"..Wait!" That was as far as she got before he left. She found herself staring for the longest time ... unsure of what to think, say, or even do. It was still taking her aback ... the new knowledge that she was liking this more than she would ever believe. Her nipples were now aching - begging practically - for some form of touch. Whines and whimpers left as she at least was able to move her hips. Panting and moaning, she felt herself riding the marble. The fact it was so smooth and practically buried almost completely inside her ... made her feel so damn good. She felt herself get close again ... but never over, making her scream in frustration.

The silhouettes got her eyes as she stared. She had been ready to curse him for daring to do such an act to Amica but .... sounds of pleasure coming from the young figure made her stop. She .... likes this too? Gods ... Her head laid back on the cot, trembling as she watched. The sight of her being forced on all fours instantly made her think back to when Verona fell ... and - it almost felt like - happen all over again. A few times she had almost sworn she felt everything all over again; the knot, Redfang cumming ... herself soon after.

But she knew perfectly well none of that was happening. I... really do want this?! She began pulling rougher, harder at the chains, her whimpers and desperate cries becoming louder. Her hips bucked up faster ... harder. Her head tossed back as another scream left -- Redfang knew she had forced herself to reach her climax.

Holding herself as best as she could, she forced herself to fall asleep ... but not before a few thoughts formed in her mind. She would beg; though not only for Redfang. She would try to include - and hope she wouldn't hate her for this - Amica. The sights, even if only shadows, had gotten her lust and curiosity both going ... and though she had never pondered on the idea before, she was now finding herself wondering how it would be like to be with another woman. Besides, Redfang had seemed more annoyed on her being approached by a male human. Maybe ... a female would be different. That was what she was hoping for somehow. Shuddering as afterglow basked over her, she finally fell asleep, though not happily. Fatigue and the desire to get her wounds completely healed - among other things - were the main motives that had helped her.
 
She would awaken to the sounds of morning outside her tent, the sweet smell of smoke from cooking breakfast ticking her nose as well as the sounds of humans and lycans ordering one another throughout the area. Regardless of her lack of vision past shadows on the wall it was clear they were still in camped with the lycan army though how far they had moved from the original battle site was impossible to say. Of course the other thing she would have awoken to was the marble still lodged lewdly inside of her, the leather straps still holding tight regardless of how she moved in her sleep.

Minutes passed before the tent flap opened again giving a small glimpse of sunlight in the trees before the red fabric shut again. Amica was there, her braided hair looking unkempt from her sleep on the ground though her toga had been put back in place well enough. Her eyes lit up as she saw Celeste laying there awake and her cheeks blushed slightly. "Good morning, Celeste" she nodded her head in respect. In her arms she carried her basket of medicine, ready for todays treatments.

Kneeling next to her cot her delicate hands began to undo the bandages on her chest, Amica seeming to purposefully ignore the torture device strapped to Celeste's waist. "Well look at that..." she smiled as she revealed the wound, the scars still looking very red and puffy but looking as though they had healed a weeks worth in those two days. "Your medicine seems to be working very well."

Pulling out a small ceramic pot she dipped her fingers inside and came out with a white glob of slave. The quickness of her healing brought to mind that it might just be blessed by the gods, though there was no way of knowing for sure. All that was sure was that as the girl rubbed it into her skin it brought a cooling relief through her chest.
 

Watching Amica walk in, she almost had hoped she hadn't. The lust had remained with her well into the morning and knowing what she had done with Redfang, knowing she had liked it ... was only stirring her desires more. "...Please .... leave. I'm ... I'm fine as you're ... " Her head turned, closing her eyes quickly. Maybe if she just waited ... waited for her to finish at least. Her nipples and clit had remained hard from lack of touching, and now that she was feeling Amica work on her again, it dawned on her just how soft the girl's hands truly were.

Panting and shuddering as the girl continued to work and tend on her wounds, her eyes opened as she looked back up to the girl. Grabbing her unused hand, she murmured pleadingly, "...Forgive me." Pulling Amica down closer, she kissed her deeply. Her lips were as soft as her hands, making her sigh into the kiss. Unlike how Redfang had been with her the first time, she wasn't squeezing down on the girl's wrist; though it wasn't so loose she could immediately pull away either. But at least the threat of circulation cutting off wouldn't be there.

More than Amica's forgiveness, she knew she may need Redfang's a bit more. Though with how he had set her up, helped her get so turned on ... maybe she wouldn't need that even. He may find it - in some twisted way - amusing. Besides, it was hard to seem disobedient or rebellious against another slave. Even before Amica had admitted that, she knew she had been from the toga. Only slaves wore that and not much more. Continuing to keep her held close, her other hand moved ... trying to reach for a breast to fondle, touch somehow ...
 
"Oh...!" the girl let out a gasp as Celeste pulled her in, nearly dropping the small pot as their lips met. She resisted but a moment out of surprise, hesitant to continue until she felt Celeste sigh into her. She returned to kiss with her one gentle push, yielding to the stronger woman's advance as letting her explore her first taste of a girl. Though on top Amica was still submitting to Celeste's desires, her soft pink tongue only moving into her own when allowed. Her hand slowly pulled itself free from her hold through not to escape, rather she lifted it up to cup Celeste's cheek and part her hair aside as they explored each other.

In a moment Amica pulled back, eyes closed and forehead resting against the other woman's. Her breathing was harder now as she spoke. "I still...have to get your shoulder..." She pulled away from Celeste but even then the act seemed to be sexual as Celeste's wandering hand had worked to loosen the already loose toga from the girls shoudler. Dipping her arm slightly the girl let it fall away and reveal a young pert breast, the nipple hard and wanting. Her bust was still young, not have grown to Celeste's own, but they were still enough to fill any hand that desired them. But it was the sight above her nipple that would really catch the eye: a circle of fangs burnt into the skin of her breast. A brand marking her as a slave in the den of Redfang.

Slowly she pulled herself over the prone woman's body, nipple brushing against her own as she pulled away the bandages around her shoulder. Her hand, covered in salve, slowly crawled up from her chest over the valley of her breasts before finally reaching its destination. All the while Amica would watch Celeste's face, her lips coming oh so close with ever stroke of her hand.
 

The feeling of the girl returning the kiss ... only drove her on. Her hips bucked - almost pleadingly - against the make shift cock, her lust growing by the second. A low whine left as Amica pulled away ... but nodded all the same. She knew, unfortunately, that the girl was right. The shoulder still hadn't been looked at yet. "....F-fine. Let ... let me thank you more properly then .... " A shudder trailed over her body as she caught sight of the brand. Would she be given that as well? Or a different kind of brand? As painful as it looked, it somehow seemed ... erotic at the same time.

Once the girl's body was in the right position, she gently turned her. Allowing her to work, she made her as if the two were in 69. Guiding the girl down, her tongue dove right into Amica's young pussy. Another soft sigh left as she felt her young juices. With each lick, each push of her tongue going deeper inside, she wondered if she tasted this good. "Mmmm Amica. I'm sorry ... and not at the same time. You feel incredible though ... I ...."

Her eyes closed, a low sigh of defeat leaving as the next words began to as well. "....I want you; even when you're done. Please ... don't leave. I want ... you and Redfang both. But please ... I know I don't own you and we're both slaves. But even when you're done ... stay a bit longer, please."
 
Amica let out a soft moan as she was guided into posistion, Celeste's inexperienced tongue making up with how much she wanted this. She pushed back against her mouth, holding back only out of fear of reopening the wounds respite how much they had already healed. Her hips slowly gyrated against it, the slave girl obviously much more used to such acts then her demure personality would lead one to believe. Her hands free to act she leaned her face over Celeste's waist, her fingers running over the hem of the leather that kept the object of her torment inside.

"I can't...oh!" she moaned in pleasure. "I can't remove it..." The girl could have done so easily, the unspoken words being that she wasn't allowed to. "But still..." her hand pressed down on the leather, pushing the marble phallus deeper inside for the first time in hours. As her body naturally forced it out again Amica pressed again, pushing against it in slow, easy rhythms as she approached her own climax.

"I can't stay...looNG!" she shuddered the last words, her juices leaking out over Celeste's chin. "Gods..."
 

"That's .... that's fine. Just ... just .... ohhh yes!" Her head tossed back in pleasure as she began fucking her with it. "Just like that ... gods yes ... keep ...mmmm ... keep going please!" Diving her tongue right back in, she licked as far as she could reach. Against the walls ... along her slit ... finally her tongue flicked over Amica's clit a few times. After a few teases, she began sucking on her clit, moaning as she was being driven closer to her own climax. Muffled moans of delight began leaving her ... her hips bucking eagerly against Amica's hand and the fake cock.

"Just ... as long as you can, please stay! I ... I want you both so bad ....." Her limbs trembled in the chains as she wanted at least her wrists free. She couldn't really please Amica as well as she could .. so she would make every second, every opportunity count. "So sweet ... so good ... mmmmm .... no wonder Redfang likes you also." Giving her clit a few flicks of her tongue, she then drove it back in again, trying to find the young girl's g-spot.
 
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