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

Redfang's expression was one of shock at first, his eye widening as she told him that Venus had truly decided to bless them. Reaching an arm out to her touched the side of her face, bringing her up to look at him so she could see it in her eyes. "Morning sickness IS one of the first signs of pregnancy..." Amica added from behind him, a happy smile on her face.

In a burst of energy Redfang scooped Celeste up in his arms, pressing her to his chest and pressing his muzzle against her face. "This...this is good," he spoke, licking her cheek in a rare display of affection. Pulling back he looked her in the eyes, chest puffing up with pride as the full realization struck him. "Our pups will be the symbol of Rome's might! Fast and fierce, true lycan warriors who will slaughter their enemies and bring glory to our name!" He could see the vision of it now, eyes blazing as he imagined the young she would bear for him. Still he had not given thought to her own concerns of just how lycan their "pups" would actually be.

Pressing her to him again he suddenly look concerned, eyes darting around as if Sparta could attack at any moment. "You must rest. Eat. You must rest AND eat!" Marching though the tent, his fellow lycans bowing in respect (those that could still stand anyway) as he quickly carried her with Amica trailing behind. "You will sleep in my personal tent from now on and have more slaves to attend you, Amica can manage your health..." and on he rattled as if the entire affair he had been planning for almost seven years had just snuck up on him.

His tent was large and spacious, a large piece of fur bedding layed out on the ground in one corner (his kind did not take well to actual beds) and his armor hung up in another. The fact that he had brought her here, when several maps detailing their military campaign lay just on a table to there left, meant either he had gone mad or felt he didn't have to worry of her escaping him again.
 

Her body trembled a bit as she felt Redfang's touch. She wasn't used to him even trying to be gentle before now. It was ... foreign. But definitely not bad. She had finished cleaning her face as best as she could by the time she found herself gazing right into his eyes. Her mouth had opened to try to explain ... before she found herself in his arms. This was definitely new. She'd been over his shoulder ... but not at all in a gentle manner either. This new version of Redfang ... was one she felt certain that with time she could get used to.

As he went on about the unborns she was carrying, she still was a bit nervous; though no longer on the matter of carrying them. The main thing ... was if they weren't full Lycans. If they were 50% of each race or full human .. what would he say? Do? That was what was terrifying her the absolute most and Venus ... really was one of the most fickle goddesses. This all was almost seeming too good to be true. Had it really gone as perfectly as Redfang had hoped?

By the time she looked around, she found herself in what she assumed to be Redfang's tent. Bowing her head in appreciation for the newly found concern, she hesitantly asked, "Um .... Master? How ... long am I going to be carrying these anyways? I ... don't think it's the usual nine months or ... will it be still? More ... for my knowledge than anything." It was all true at least so the issue of a possibility of a lie - she hoped - would be gone.

Glancing to Amica out of the corner of her eyes, she would allow her to see the concern she was hiding. Letting her eyes rest on her new - as Redfang dubbed her - 'assistant', they then returned to Redfang. "...A-also ... before dawn. That ... is usually the best time to have an attempt at Sparta. Like ... between three to five in the morning, to be more exact." As her stomach growled, it dawned on her ... that despite all she had eaten last night, it felt as if she had nothing. She was very hungry for some reason ... it probably had worked.
 
At her question Redfang furrowed his brow, thinking things over. Being a male such things had not been his domain but he was not completely ignorant of the matter. Their kind relied heavily on instinct and intuition when dealing with the forces of nature, and speaking aloud of them in words were somewhat alien. "Seven months is the lycan number, though for a human female..." he shook his head, unsure if there was an exact number and looking to Amica, who only nodded in agreement. "I have heard it may be longer, but most likely we can expect the pups to arrive between seven to eight months."

As he placed Celeste on her fear near the bedding he let out a pleased growl, placing his hands on her shoulder "Regardless, I will conquer Sparta before they are born have you usher them in their overrun city!" his blood burned at the thought, still eying his domination of her as a symbol of Sparta's downfall. "With your aid we will have a quick and decisive victory over this human empire."

The sound of her stomach rumbling caught his ear he licked muzzle, his own hunger catching up with him. "I will hunt for you," he declared. Despite the fact that the camp held plenty of food already it was difficult for a lycan to ignore the instinct to hunt as well as provide for his bitch. "Amica, watch over her and make sure she is healthy. I will return soon." He looked her over one last time before leaving, the color already beginning to return to his long-dead eye.

Alone with her Amica let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. "That was...some night wasn't it?" she offered Celeste a smile as she picked up a long strip of cloth from a rack nearby and help cover Celeste with it. "I know you must have enjoyed yourself but your face tells me something is wrong. Please, tell me what is it?
 

So close to the same time ... regardless of how they turned out. Nodding slowly at the information, she kept quiet as she heeded all the words and information. "....Alright then. I .... figured it may be a bit less but wanted somewhat of an idea." Moving a strand of hair behind her ears, she kept her eyes upon Redfang. Though it was actually a very nervous smile, she made it look mainly happy. Regardless, it was genuine all the same. Her body was still trembling a bit ... holding herself, she made it seem like the main reason was cold even though it wasn't only that.

A content sigh left as she felt the new and more gentle Redfang rest his hands upon her shoulders. Another slow nod left as she looked to him. "I will do what I can. But definitely before then ... I do not want to be immediately recognized. If ... there are any spare blades by chance, I would like to borrow one; to make my hair shorter. With your consent of course." And then, to a bit of her relief, he found a reason to leave the tent.

Even if it wouldn't be the longest, it should be enough Celeste decided. Once she was certain he was out of earshot, she buried her face in her hands, nodding slowly at Amica's words. "It was ... yes. But ... Amica. Surely .. you have considered ... haven't you? That these children I bear ... may not be fully Lycan? I am still human when all is said and done. My genes will still be a factor. They may get half of his racial genes and half of mine ... or only mine. And if either of those happen .... "

By now she was shivering in fear at the ideas, even with the cloth over her. "What then?! Would he lash at me for something I can't control?! It's this reason that truly made me scared of carrying his kids. We both know his temper ... and we're not going to know fully how the children will be till their born!" Still trembling, she laid her head upon one of Amica's shoulders.
 
Amica held her there, arms wrapping around her and rubbing her back soothingly. "There there...shhh...it will be alright..." Guiding her the bedding she motioned for her to sit and collect herself. The last thing Celeste needed was for her leg to give out from under her while she in such a state.

"You're fears are...understandable." Off all of Amica's skills, lying wasn't one of them it appeared. "I was trained as a healer by my mother. I know of human births and have been taught something of lycan births but was taken with Redfang before I ever had the chance to learn more." She had given the matter some thought but in her usual way she tried to shield herself from such dark thoughts. "Lycan blood is strong though...I'm sure it would take root over any human blood."

Sighing, she knew that wasn't exactly what Celeste was hoping to hear. "But I do not know. But you are right about his temper. If your children are born human, even half-human..." she shuddered. "He could very well see it as an insult from the gods. From you. He he very determined to get his way in things even if the universe was against him." Cradling her she pressed her forehead against the woman, trying her best to keep from looking scared herself. "But you cannot control that now, and you mustn't dispair. Pray to the gods for help, they have gotten you this far haven't they?"
 

"I.... don't doubt that Lycan blood is strong. But against perhaps one of the more stronger humans he's faced? It's ... honestly even I'd guess from that. Moreover ... Venus is truly one of the most fickle deities. They say if something's too good to be true, there's a reason for it. And ... I don't know how many more times I can be heeded by praying. I can't help but wonder if I'm pushing my luck ... " Still, she allowed herself to be guided to a sitting position.

Soft sobs and whimpers were leaving slowly as Amica continued moving along her back. She stayed quiet ... before adding softly. "...Should I even bring that concern up? Or... not?" True this was merely a possibility; but the fact it was a chance at all was enough to make her panic about it. Exhaling deeply to calm herself and avoid a miscarriage, her eyes closed as she waited for Redfang to return from the hunt. Her eyes remained shut as she tried to focus on Amica's hands as she held her close.
 
Amica continued to hold her, rocking her back and forth as she cried her frustrations on her shoulder. "I wouldn't. Not now. Not when he is like this. Chances are he would become angry at the suggestion." Amica could remember when he had killed one of his own hunters for simply suggesting they retreat once. No, Redfang was not one to keep his temper in check. Now Amica was truly scared for Cestese, never expecting the strong woman to be crying to her. "Wait on it. You never know what the future may hold, something may happen that helps you. A vision from the gods, or perhaps knowledge from someone wiser than myself in such matters. You cannot lose hope." She patted her hair softly, running her fingers thought the long locks. "I will get you your dagger to cut your hair with, help you distract yourself."

Redfang did not return for another hours, enjoying the freedom his new found sight gave him. His canine instincts relied heavily on his sense of smell but a one could not expect to stay a lycan commander for long with eyesight. It had taken him long weeks of training to overcome the disability and now that it was gone he quickly re-adapted, reveling in being able to judge his vision accurately when bringing down prey, in seeing a fresh kill lying underneath him with both eyes. The other hunters were pleased to see him back in full form, the word through camp being that he had been blessed by mars for putting the Spartan bitch in her place and siring pups within her. Of course they couldn't know the truth of it, and more outlandish tales of him replacing his bad eye with a Spartan warlord were also circulating.

When he returned to the tent he carried a freshly killed deer, dried blood still around his muzzle as he triumphantly entered his tent. "I brought food," he declared, dropping it in front of her. "Eat as much as you want, I can get more."
 

Her head nodded shakily. It took her a while to regain her composure, but she managed to do so. Using the blade of the dagger as a make-shift mirror, she first grabbed the exact amount of hair she wanted to cut off. Keeping it firmly held, she then got rid of the remaining locks. It had gone from falling half-way down her back to barely touching her shoulders. She ... was a bit annoyed, but she knew if she would be able to help Redfang on the battlegrounds, she could not afford to be recognized. She would rather be assumed dead than recognized. That had been why she had returned the ring in the first place; partly anyways.

By the time Redfang returned, any hints of tears had been long gone. She had remained snuggling with Amica while waiting. As he came back though, she smiled and carefully sat up. "Thank you, Master." Bowing her head in appreciation, she realized ... she had never really eaten without some form of utensils before. Ah well ... better get used to it ... Taking a strip of the meat, she wasted no time in eating. Her stomach had most certainly not been lying when it growled. The way she was eating was ... new. But who was she to complain? Food was food in the end. Soft content sighs left as she eagerly began eating.
 
Redfang smirked as Celeste referred to him as "Master", pride swelling up even further as she helped herself to his kill. Lowering down he sank his fangs into the deer and joined her in the feast, enjoying the taste of a fresh kill. Out of all of them Amica was the only one who looked at Celeste with any sense of concern, feeling like she might throw up all of a sudden. "Celeste...do you realize you're eating raw meat?" She had thought Celeste was only taking a strip from it to have her cook it for her, but then she had just taken the raw strip and put it in her mouth...she had thought that a pregnant woman might have a change in appetite and diet, but never to this extreme!
 

It hadn't been until Amica spoke up that Celeste realized ... she was right. What the hell was she doing? This ... was dangerous, wasn't it? But usually a human body would have reacted by now, even though it had only been seconds after she took a bite. Giving Amica a reassuring smile, she chuckled softly. "Honestly ... not at first. But, amazingly, I feel fine. I'll ... keep a note of it though, in case." Once she got her fill, she allowed herself to lie down upon the furs, yawning as an abrupt amount of fatigue seemed to literally hit her from out of nowhere. A light shiver trailed down her body as she realized the suggestions of getting rest and food ... would definitely be needed. Closing her eyes, she would allow herself to give into the fatigue.
 
The next few weeks passed by slowly, the lycans soon moving their camp and going on the march once more. The sight of the lycan army had been an impressive sight in battle and they were just as magnificent to behold on the march. Huge columns of wolves marching in formation, fangs and claws sharp and ready for battle at a moments notice. Alongside them marched the human portions of the army, shield-bearers and archers from across the Roman empire. Like Amica many of them came from villages and towns that the lycans had conquered but also like her they were mostly loyal, some fighting for the protection the lycans offered back home while some fought because they were forced to. Though they moved slower than the lycans they were a vital part of Redfang's strategy, reminding Celeste he had surprised her with it when they had met on the field of battle. Celeste had been given her own group of such fighters to lead in battle, Redfang preferring she remain away from the front lines and sticking to the deadly aim of her bow.

The march forward had been rough, the Spartans sending small armies to stem the tide of the lycan advance. So far they had won those battles, ransacking the nearby towns for supplies, and now grew closer to their capital city every day. Now, a month in since they had set off they only had to breach the frontier fortress that blocked their best route to Sparta: Pellana.

Inside his tent Redfang rumbled over the maps that been brought to him, Celeste at his side as he valued her information.

"The wall around them is a problem," Redfang grumbled, running his claw over the map. Lycans were not natural climbers and a siege was one of the last things they wanted. Something like that could slow their advance for months.

"Let them hide behind their wall," another lycan commander snapped. He was known as Sunrender, named for his light coat and talent for hunting by day. "We can topple the gates with numbers. If we move quickly..."

"We would lose too many to go after Sparta!" Redfang roared back, putting the commander in his place. Shaking his head he looked to Celeste, nodding his head to her. "You lived amongst them for years. What can you tell of us of their fortress here?"
 

Venus had visited her over the past few weeks in dreams to say one thing for sure. She was, no doubt, pregnant. She had repeated this to Redfang to let him know she hadn't misunderstood the morning sickness. It still horrified her ... knowing they may not be full Lycans. But nothing had happened to her after she ate the raw meat either; so it made her wonder if he really would be getting what he had wished for? She had shaken her head in slight disbelief at how ... perfect this seemed to be going. But she dared not speak of it nor mention her concerns. For now, she had kept them hidden away, too afraid to dare bring them up. Especially now that Redfang was very intently focusing upon the defeat of Sparta.

Sitting beside Redfang in his tent, she first listened to all the others speaking. It would only be when she was asked to speak that she ever did so. "Most - if not all - of their fortresses have an easy weakness. The southern entrances. Moreover, they focus too much on melee. Few of them have archers and what ones do know how to use a bow, none have even close of a range as I've been learned. At most, they can shoot from 30 feet away. Add 70 ... and that is how far I can snipe. They won't be able to give a warning of what hits them. The main problem isn't the wall but rather what guards them .... "

Gently pulling the map, she placed her finger on the northern entrance, "All the melee combatants have either a blade and shield or a javelin. Regardless, those shields are infamous for reasons. Once they're up, they can guard against pretty much anything. In that sense, it would be easiest to try for the southern entrance. However ... not many of the vital people are near there. So bargaining chips would be out of the question. Ergo we would have to rush and try to go for an ambush once the southern gate is defenseless."

Pausing to think if she had missed anything else, she went silent while thinking. "I'm not quite certain if this will mean enough ... but they do not ask for the aid of any deity. Why is beyond me ... but divine intervention can probably - because of that - help out greatly. I'm not immediately recalling anything else .... but if something does arise, I will say so."
 
Sunrender scoffed as she mentioned their lack of archers and boasted of her own talent at the weapon. He had made little effort to hide his distaste of her be allowed to speak so freely in Redfang's council. That a female, a HUMAN female, would dictate the paths of lycan warriors enraged him to no end. "And I suppose you plan on 'sniping' all the men at the southern entrance yourself then?"

Redfang barred his fangs at the offense, letting Sunrender know he would not tolerate such insults at his council. The other wolf lowered his head, curtailed for the moment by his alpha's actions. The other lycans followed his lead, letting Celeste finish before making any comments. When she had said her part many were looking to the map with interest, taking in the new information.

"We are predominantly melee ourselves," Browntail noted, the hunter one of the few lycans stationed in Celeste's unit. It was a less than subtle way for Redfang to ensure she was protected. "But even with the support of our human archers we would lose many if we boldly attacked the southern gate."

Redfang nodded in agreement. "Then we won't." Tapping a claw against the northern front of the fort he motioned with his finger. "We will boldly attack the northern gate, distract them by making them think we are not but beasts and can only stage a frontal assault. Then while we have their attention and smaller force attacks from the south, forcing their way past the gates and causing havoc from within their own walls."

"Getting to the south without them seeing would be difficult," Browntail noted, looking over the map. "We would need someone who knows the terrain, someone from the area."

Several pairs of eyes turned to Celeste at once, though some like Sunrender only did so out of anger of the idea. Oddly enough Redfang was amongst them this time.

"NO," the objection came from Redfang, fist slamming into the table at the suggestion. Though as they fought further into Spartan territory he had lost some of his earlier gentleness he was still fiercely protective of her. "I will not put her so close to the front line! You would have a female carrying pups to lead? MY pups?" Browntail avoided the angry gaze of Redfang, not wanting to end up with his throat lodged in his fangs. Shooting Celeste a look he raised an eyebrow at her, trying to get her to intercede.
 

Even if it wasn't normally her place, she had gotten ready to shoot a glare to Sunrender. Thankfully, Redfang put him in his place and as she finished, a plan began to form. It had sounded rather decent .. up until it came down to whom led the attack on the Southern gate. A light chuckle left as she gently smiled to Redfang. "Even with the slight alterations to myself, my body ... I doubt I could have kept myself hidden away forever. Moreover, they're not yet developed so far that one injury will be too fatal to them. I still have at least several more months before that becomes a primary concern. But if you want a much better reason .... "

Studying all the others quickly, she gave a nod after a glance. "They are right. I am the only one who really knows this terrain really well, unfortunately. Have .... some faith in me. I've proven myself as of late, have I not? If anything, our first meeting proved one thing. No matter how far away one tries to avoid combat, that can not always be done. Even if I did stay away and back, there is the chance that one of them could find me. And use the exact same tactics you did with me at first. Then what?"

Crossing her arms across her chest, a more serious tone came to her. "Worse off, what if they traced not only I was pregnant but they belonged to you? Even if the attack on the gate had been going well before ... it can change in a heartbeat." At the last word, her fingers snapped to show and hint how fast that could be.

"I realize regardless of what I do, fight or not, the chance of being recognized will be there. All the same, you've yelled at me in the past for running away. Would you really encourage me now to stay in the back? And watch you risk yourself? You can only keep pushing your own luck so far you know? What if you fell during this fight? What do you intend for me to do? Raise the pups on my own?" Though she had wanted to say 'unborns', she restrained from doing so. Going quiet, she hoped these words would get through to him.
 
Browntail and several others nodded in agreement at her words though one look at Redfang and one could see that he was from anything of the sort. During her entire speech his face grew more and more contorted in anger, hands gripping the wooden table to the point it looked like it would break. At the mention of pups he finally snapped, throwing the table over and snarling at her. The other lycan stepped back, smelling the urge to kill coming off of Redfang. Had any of them dared to speak up at that point Redfang would have most likely have ripped them in two.

"Leave us," he growled, eyes solely on Celeste. Offering no argument the lycans took their leave, only Sunrender pausing to shoot a predatory glare at Celeste.

Alone with her he loomed over her, the height difference always more apparent when he was angry. For a moment he only glared at her, responding in nothing but growls and snarls before he was able to even his temper.

"I do not like this," he spat at her. "You are my bitch, you carry my pups. That I allow you into battle at all drives me on edge!" His arm waved through the air, slashing at an imaginary enemy rather than hurt her. "You would be near the front! You only lasted so long against me because it was a battle between us, without interference! Do you think that Spartans would meet you in the field if he found you while his men looked on as my lycans did?!" It was a true statement. Their battle would have gone very differently had they attacked her as a pack instead of Redfang insisting on bringing her down himself.

Breathing hard, his anger still coursing through his veins, he grabbed her shoulders. "But...you are right..." he managed to force out the words, hating every part of it. "I could trust no one but you to this, and I must do what must be done to protect the pack." His grip softened as he pulled her closer, trying to avoid showing weakness. "But you must not take any great risks! There is no need for you to lead the attack yourself once you have lead them through the south!"
 

Oh Celeste had definitely caught the glare from Sunrender ... and it made her very uneasy. But she said nothing of it while he remained. Her head slowly looked up into Redfang's eyes once all the others had left, staying silent. It was only until he finished that she began to talk, returning the embrace to try to comfort him. "I don't like it either. Trust me ... but really, there is no one else from even anywhere close to Sparta. Amica wasn't originally from anywhere near she already informed me ... otherwise I'm certain she would help out."

Hesitating, she finally let her concern regarding Sunrender leave her lips. "Master ... Sunrender ...how well do you trust him? I ... he scares me more than the Spartans. I'm horrified he's going to betray me - us - to the Spartans somehow. He seems so ... full of malice. But ... I haven't even done anything to him!" Her body trembled as she kept herself close to him, taking deep breaths to calm herself.

Her head finally shook no in agreement. "I will head back once the Southern gate is gone. But ... please.... keep Sunrender near you. He truly makes me uneasy. And until I can prove myself wrong ... I do not want him near me. Please ... "
 
"Ha!" he laughed at the thought. "You imagine I would send Amica out there even if she was from Sparta? I know you have come to favor her companionship, in and out of our bedding, but can you picture her leading a unit of lycans out to wage war?" He patted her head gently, running his fingers through her short hair. "And I trust you. You nearly had me on the battlefield that day, I imagine you could handle and humans you met out there. But...I do not trust the whims of fate. As you said, battles can change in an instant."

He snorted at the mention of Sunrender. "Grrr...he is just a beta who thinks himself higher than his station. He just doesn't like that I listen to your words at all and especially doesn't like that you are allowed to battle. But he feels that way about all humans, feels that they make our army weaker just by being here. That is why I lead and he does not. I have found that humans...hmmm..." he claws dipped lower down her arm, cupping her backside as his eyes took the shine he had when eying prey. "...have their uses."
 

A light chuckle couldn't help but leave as she did have to imagine Amica trying to lead an army. She was more of a healer anyways, not a fighter. "True enough, I suppose." She murmured softly in agreement, nuzzling against his chest gently. As he went on to say it wasn't her he doubted but Fate ... she saw how that made sense. Their own fights were perfect examples really; especially the second escape attempt. She had almost won .... up until near the very end. Unable to help but smile at the way irony showed up, she gave another light nod. "... I understand."

When it got down to Sunrender .... gods he wished he had heeded her more. She still didn't fully trust him. But with any luck, she would finish her part of the job for the Lycan army soon enough and get -and stay away - from Sunrender. There was a feeling about him ... she couldn't place it. But one of the deities was definitely trying to warn her to be weary of him; Juno probably. But more than anything, she wanted to be wrong; gods did she ever. She hated being right on guesses like this ... and would only imagine the fit of what would happen if she were right and dragged away by another Lycan. Oh the fit Redfang would have .. it was enough to make her shiver for a few seconds.

Managing to shove the thoughts away long enough, she looked slowly up to Redfang. "How long till we head out anyways, Master?" She needed something to keep her mind off of both the battle and Sunrender; though mainly the latter.
 
"Sunrender knows not to cross me," he added to try and finally settle the matter. "When he first spoke against me I put him down hard in front of the entire pack. He knows I would not let him live through a second one." Holding her against his chest, enjoying how she pressed against him he added "And I will hear no more of any lycan betraying us to Sparta. No lycan would betray the entire pack to an enemy. And where would he go afterwards, live in Sparta as a hero traitor? I doubt they are that giving."

He hand moved up and down her backside, muscles twitching from her close proximity."Grrr...dawn..."he let out a barely-contained growl. Even after so long it still drove him crazy when she called him 'Master'. Lowering his muzzle he nuzzled it against her face, tongue rolling out over her neck. He would make her forget the battle and Sunrender. He would make her forget everything before they were through. "On the bedding," he ordered leaving no room for negotiatiom.
 

Even with his words, a small part of her was still anxious. But she wouldn't push the matter anymore. "Yes, Master. I'll forget of it immediately." Her eyes closed, thinking of only being close to him, safe near him. Him holding her as securely as he was doing so aided with the feelings ... knowing it would take a lot for anyone else to get to him to begin with. Someone would have to be even stronger and faster than not just herself but Redfang. It would - almost literally - have to be one of the legendary heroes; like Heracles, Achilles, Odysseus, Perseus .... any of those men to find and confront them. Most, as far as she knew, were closer towards Greece though; never bothered to go near Rome unless the gods said otherwise. The odds of that weren't very high ... as far as she could tell.

So basically the morning ... She noted, a light shiver trailing down her body as he nuzzled her back and licked her neck. "Mmm that feels good." She murmured, smiling as he gave the next order. "Yes Master." Pulling slowly away - though not without letting her hips sway from side to side on purpose to tease him - she headed to their bed. Thinking on whether to be on her back or not, she decided to go with that for now, until he otherwise suggested another position. Gazing up at him with a smile, her legs parted eagerly.

The pregnancy, from what she had learned, had several side effects. An increase in sex drive was - apparently - one. And with how she had been the last couple of weeks, she knew it to be true. Every chance she got, she would find a way to get herself knotted with Redfang; others only if he consented. Though his attitude as of late suggested he saw her - even if he didn't know it - as she truly was more of a fiance if not spouse. Thus sharing was almost never something he allowed anymore, especially not with the other Lycans.
 
Loyalty to the pack was practically ingrained inside each lycan from the value their society place on it. At least, that was what their kind liked to believe. Arguments and disagreements were always plentiful in a pack but always the whim of the alpha was followed. Even when one went against the alpha, either calling him out or challenging him for dominance, the pack was always considered. So it struck Redfang hard when she had suggested that Sunrender might betray their entire race by siding with the Spartans, like a human might. Sunrender was too afraid of Redfang to try and challenge him so the matter was settled. At least, that is what he believed.

As she turned her back on him his growled in appreciation as she swayed her hips knowing she was doing it on purpose. For him. She was using her body to please him. That knowledge always made him eager to mount her and give her another taste of his knot. Dropping on all fours he prowled around the tent, appearing as if he was stalking her before he leaped upon the mound of furs on top of her. His face came to a stop inches above her own, a feral grin on his muzzle as his erection grew between his legs. Giving her neck a playful nip he ran his tongue over her breasts and shoulders, working her nipples into fine hard nubs.

Climbing his knees he took her by the hair, pulling her by it up to face his growing length as he stroked himself hard with with one hand. "Take it in your mouth," he ordered. He had rarely made use of that particular skill from her before, something he had been meaning to rectify for some time now.
 

Only a light wince followed from her hair getting pulled. It was a bit worse now that it was shorter. Still, she moved her head forward and eagerly began taking his cock in, moaning softly. The stimulation from both the sucking and licking and her nipples easily hardening was getting her drenched. She wasn't completely sure ... but maybe even a bit of the hair pulling. She was used to Redfang being so rough; the fact he hadn't completely forgotten that probably was affecting her somewhat. Keeping her hands by her sides, despite wanting to touch herself, she began moving her head up and down, her tongue following.

Opening her mouth to take as much as she could, she went down as far as she could without choking too bad. Her tongue would explore every vein, every inch ... especially since this was her first time doing this, regardless of whether it was to a human or Lycan. It was ... a different taste than she had expected; but most certainly not bad. Keeping her head firmly in place, she gazed up to Redfang, as if to silently ask if she was doing well.
 
He grunted in pleasure as she took him in her mouth, the feel of inexperienced tongue tracing his veins making his fur stand on end. Looking up at him she would see the effect she had as he closed his eyes and craned his neck back, his jaw unable to stay shut as he let out small growls of enjoyment. As she continued her caress of him his hands wrapped around her head, gripping it hard as he pushed down on her roughly while pushing his hips forward.

He could smell how wet she was, her arousal soaking her thighs and making him pulse inside her mouth. "You want this, don't you?" her looked down at his bitch, her mouth full of his cock. "Don't you dare touch yourself, bitch. You want to feel this knot inside you?" He pushed against her again, the sight of his knot beginning to swell happening before her eyes. "Make me cum first, then I might relieve your suffering." Even after taking her so many times already he enjoyed finding ways to torture her, knowing she could take whatever he gave her even if it left her passed on in their tent after screaming so hard.
 

The grunts and groans hinted she must have been doing something right ... because he was reacting in good ways. Her eyes widened a bit from the abrupt shove, causing her to cough a bit from being shoved further down on his cock, she didn't dare pull her head away. She gave a muffled, "Mhm" to his question but never once stopped licking and sucking. As her eyes met the knot, she felt herself get even more wet .... and determined to please him so she could get her wish.

Holding her wrists behind her back, silently ensuring to Redfang she wouldn't dare try to cheat and touch herself, her tongue continued exploring every vein and inch it could reach. Moving her head back the slightest bit, she then took him in all the way, letting him hit the back of her throat. She began steadily repeating the pattern, her tongue moving as quickly as her head was. All the while she tried to focus on the feel of his cock ... get hints from how it reacted if this was also the right thing to do and, if so, how close he was so she could get fucked.
 
He slowly pushed himself against her as she worked his shaft, enjoying the smell of her sexual frustration. The way she was exploring him was definitely paying off, her knowledge of his shaft increasing with every little experiment. His cock reacted to every stroke of her tongue, his entire body shaking over her as it ran along the underside and sucked on the head. Throughout it all his knot grew bigger and bigger in front of her eyes until it was fully swelled. The first really good look at exactly how big the thing he forced inside of her during each mating actually was. It was a wonder that her body had been able to take it the first time, much less so many times after.

The end did not some for some time, the lycan's stamina working against her for once as she was forced to endure. Suddenly she would note the change in his body, the way his back stiffened and his cock seemed to become impossible hard in her mouth. He came, gripping her head as he released himself inside of her mouth. Warm cum filled her, letting her taste his seed and he forced her to drink it down. Letting out a roar of pleasure he pulled out at the last moment, a few spurts of seed shooting out of the head and landing on her cheek, chin, and breasts.

Breathing hard he caressed her head, petting her as if she were a well-behaved pet. "Good...very good." His after-glow didn't diminish his lust by half though, the breast watching her breasts rise and fall, his cum dripping from her, before he felt himself ready again. "Bend over and present yourself if you want your release. I want to hear you beg for it."
 
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