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


It had felt like forever and for a bit, she feared this wouldn't work. Her jaw began to hurt so much, she was scared she wouldn't be able to finish before he reached a climax. Thankfully, he did come after a bit. Staying down to swallow as much as she could first, she pulled up, panting. Her proud smile widened as she bowed her head. "T-thank you Master .... " Allowing her wrists to let go from behind her back, she quickly turned.

Positioning herself on all fours, parting her legs eagerly, she was still breathing a bit heavily even in the assumed position. "Please please please shove in! Please ... fuck me! Fuck me till you - we - pass out! Till dawn if needed. I want you, need you!" Even as she begged and pleaded, her juices had been flowing faster by now. He probably could slip all the way, knot included, with one good shove.
 
He wasted no time as he mounted her, claws grabbing her hips as he lined himself up behind her. Her thoughts turned out to be accurate, her body being so wet that he almost did make it in only one shove. His hard length spread her open quickly and deeply, his knot only stopped for a brief second before she felt the hard knob fill and tie her to him. Immediately he started on her with powerful thrust, shaking her entire body as his knot pushed and pulled on her entrance with every stroke. The tent was soon filled with the smell of sex, their heat mixing together and making Redfang feel as if he was almost on fire.

He complied with her wished for the next few hours, wearing her until he finally came inside of her...before repeating the process. He gave her exactly what she wished for, keeping her stuffed full of cock for until she had nearly passed out from pleasure and even continuing to fuck her after that. He finally finished atop her, cumming hard for the fourth time that night and filling her already-dripping cunt to the brim. Sleep came easy after that as the lycan commander held his bitch to his chest, his warm body covering her through the cold night.

Dawn broke to find them like that, the sound of a wolf howling in the distance to signal the troops to awaken. Redfang growled, annoyed, in his sleep and pulled her closer.
 

Whether it had been the pregnancy or something else, Celeste came ... quickly and in multiples. It resulted in a hoarse voice from all the screaming in delight but she was incredibly content when all was said and done. When they were both done, she let herself slump forward. "Thank you, Master .... " She managed to murmur weakly before holding him, not seeming to mind or care enough about all the cum leaking out from in between her legs.

Her own version of a growl - a groan - let as she heard the howling. "....Tempus fugit ... no shit .... " She murmured as she nuzzled her head into Redfang's chest. "...Five more minutes Master? Or do we have to start going now?" Yes, she knew it sounded as if she were somewhat of a child; but unfortunately she still was a bit weary. She could easily adjust if absolutely needed, though it wasn't her preference. Still, she knew she had to get dressed - in what Redfang would allow her to be in, of course - and that alone would take at least a minute to get everything on. Moving a hand gently up and down his back, she added, "It'll be okay."

Admittingly, even she wasn't sure on this. Her worries about Sunrender had still not fully faded. She had merely avoided bringing it up ever again. But the way he had spoken - and gazed - upon her during the meeting ... truly had worried poor Celeste. He seemed like somehow, he wanted to get rid of her. What better way then ensure she was away from Redfang? Still ... he'd probably need to find one of the heroes and ask for their aid ... wouldn't he? Mere Spartans alone would not be enough to take her from Redfang. Any of the figures, however, like Achilles, Heracles, Odysseus; now that would be another story.
 
Redfang pressed back up against her, his tongue sliding over the back of her neck. "Hrm...best get up now lest the pack believes me to be spoiled." Letting out a yawn, his jaw stretching wide and giving her an impressive view of his fangs, he crawled up from the bedding. Shaking himself awake he wearily thought over the events of the night, their intense mating followed by his dream. It had been unusual, his dreams never seeming to have a semblance of meaning besides blood and the battlefield. He had seen Sparta in the distance, the sun blazing behind it as it chased it like he would a deer. Suddenly there had been a blazing light, a fire, and then nothing. He had never placed to much stock in dreams such as those being a believer that the gods, like the wolves they created, are more direct with their signs, but he couldn't shake this one for some reason.

Amica soon approached the tent, waiting for Redfang's blessing before entering. Two female slaves followed behind her ready to assist them with their armor as needed. None were put off by either Redfang of Celeste's nakedness, these woman more than used to such sights. "Good morning Master, Lady Celeste." Amica bowed her head in respect to them both. Celeste's was an odd position in the camp. Assuredly a slave to Redfang and, with his blessing, other lycans she still led men into battle and thus had a higher status than the other slaves. Of course with Amica that status had proven to mean very little many times, at least when upon her bedding.

The other two slaves quickly laid out their meals, raw meat (mostly cooked for Celeste, though still quite bloody), bread, and wine. Redfang ate his fill as the slaves readied their armor, going over the battle strategy. "You will have to move quickly today. We will have no way of knowing if you are in position when you are in the south and will attack regardless." He growled, angry over not being able to look after her. Provided you are able to able to maneuver in time we will attack by 3 am, just a few hours before dawn. You will be leading lycans this day, not just men. You will find them difficult to command respect from but they will obey you. I will ensure it." Of course Browntail would be with her as he usually was, so their would be at least one lycan used to her giving orders.

Having eaten his fill he stood for his armor, the slaves helping him done his bronze chest plate, bracers, and other pieces. The women made sure to tighten every buckle until they were securely fit before repeating the same with Celeste. Redfang had made sure she did not go on the battlefield unprotected, knowing how weak the human body was to injury. It was made much like the armor she had originally worn into battle with him save for how it carried his emblem over her breast, mimicking the one burned into her skin.
 

A low groan left but still Celeste nodded. "...Alright Master." Forcing herself to sit up, she began getting rid of any remaining sleep from her eyes. Normally she didn't mind not having any dreams. But the fact she failed to have one - let alone before something as major as the upcoming battle - it was making her a bit uneasy. Gazing over at Redfang as she finished waking herself up, it seemed she wasn't alone in the 'silent contemplation' department. "... Something wrong?" She murmured softly, concern in her voice.

Before she could hear an answer to this, though, Amica and some slaves walked in. A smile crossed her face as she - out of habit - bowed her head to them all, though especially Amica. "Morning." Eating the meat and bread eagerly, Celeste skipped on the wine, knowing it wouldn't be good. That was another thing she hoped to be hinted at later ... how many, exactly, she was carrying and if she even needed to worry on the 'races' of said unborns. That had been getting to her for quite a while... and she hated keeping it away from Redfang. Deciding that when this was over ... she would attempt to do so, she gave herself a nod at her own plan.

As Redfang spoke, she quickly began taking heed of his words, nodding in acknowledgement. "I understand." She bit down a bit on her lower lip at hearing she would lead - somehow - Lycans as well as men. Letting go of her lower lip, she replaced it swiftly with a smile, "...I'll do all I can. This will not falter .... I will make sure of that." She wanted to believe that anyways. Celeste had more than enough of her own battles and knew perfectly well how it could seem like you were winning one second and then losing the next. But this time, she was with Redfang, not against him. Hopefully, that would help her somehow ...

Once she was done, she stood up and allowed the armor to be placed on her. It was a bit weird ... mainly for the reason of she had never worn actual armor before now. Even back in Sparta ... she relied on her accuracy, speed, and for a last resort a shield. Otherwise ... she hadn't done anything regarding armor. Exhaling deeply, she left the tent, grabbing her longbow and quiver on the way out as she began getting ready to lead her squad.
 
As they made their was the camp flowed around them in a seeming whirl of chaos as men and lycans ran to join their units and places. You could feel the tension in the air and bloodlust of the wolves as they all prepared for what was sure to be a spectacular battle. The Spartan warriors had proven very worthy foes though they had been defeated every time they were encountered and many lycans were looking forward to raiding their fort and breaking the bones of many warriors between their teeth. The wolves were not alone in their excitement, the human warriors also eager to show their might and prowess on the battlefield. Needless to say, with the multitude of wound-up energy the slave tent had seen very heavy use the night before.

Her unit was ready for her when she arrived, human archers and lycan warriors lined in formation and ready to move out at a moments notice. Browntail stood in front at the ready, nodding his head towards Celeste in respect.

"ROMANS!" Redfang roared at them, referring to both human and wolf. "You're duty will shape the nature of our battle over the Spartans stationed in Pellana and for every battle to come! Victory hinges on taking the southern gate, at striking the underbelly of these Spartans before we drag them down for the kill!" He looked over them all, not usually one for making speeches. "Celeste, the former commander of a Spartan army until I conquered her and filled her with my pups..." that remark left more than a few smirks on a faces. "...will guide you through their territory unseen and unheard. You will follow her as you would follow me." His eyes glared at all of them at once, daring any of them to speak against him. "Do not fail me. Do not fail Rome."

His piece said he turned to Celeste, the gentle look in his eyes gone and filled with the hard determination he carried on the battlefield. "Do not fail me. You will return alive." He ordered her as if he could controls the fates by doing so. His dream still nagged at the back of his mind but he said nothing of it, turning to leave for his own duties with the rest of the army. And signs of affection had already been given in their tent the night before.

As if on cue Sunrender appeared, the pale-furred wolf always looking larger when Redfang wasn't around. "So the slave bitch is off to play at war with Sparta." He spoke through a wall of fangs. "I head you were an exception to their rules; one of the few women allowed into battle and one allowed to lead at that! Do you think they have regretted their decision to allow that after you proved yourself so valently against Redfang?" The sarcasm practically bled from his words, the lycan looking down on her with nothing but contempt. His grey eyes seemed to reflect his desires back at her, an image of her dead by his claws. "Pity that our own kind seek to repeat the mistakes of our enemies." Much like Redfang his size towered over her. He glared at her with fangs barred, daring her to challenge him in front of her troops.
 

A light smile crossed her lips as she saw at least one other respectable face before her; Browntail. It was interesting; he had always tried to be kind to her. A lot of her had been curious on the exact reasons ... but honestly, she would take any advantage she could. There would be no sense in questioning it. While she now had powerful allies, she would eagerly take them. As Redfang began to explain, she kept silent to let him say his piece. Even the snickers and smirks she could ignore this time.

Finally his words were addressed to her as she smiled. "I do not intend to fail. I only intend to come back alive." And then ... he showed up, making her head quickly turn. The fact he almost always seemed to show up when it was most convenient was bothering her even more now. It couldn't only be coincidence ... could it? Still, she didn't step away from him. If anything, she moved forward, shooting a venomous glare to him.

"Yes .... I was one of the few. What of it?" Her fists clenched as she hissed in anger, unable to control herself. "Listen up and listen good you damn brat! While it is true, I'm normally a slave, this was Master Redfang's call. If he didn't have enough faith in me, I would not be here. If I wasn't strong enough, I wouldn't be a commander -- now or when I was with Sparta. Know your place which, right now, is not against me! Shut your mouth and focus on your job. If you are to follow my command, then all more the reason to hold your tongue! You obey me for now, not vice versa. I don't give a damn if you don't like it; that is how the chain of command, especially in battles and wars, has always been. Next outburst .... I will cut your tongue out if I must! I won't like it - mind you - but whatever gods are watching now ... I know they will understand my reasons for going through with such an action."

Finishing up her rant, she turned to the others. "If anyone else has a problem ... leave me. I would rather command a few loyal people who won't question me than a bunch who have no faith in me. Go on and leave .... and see what Redfang says in response to this." Now it was her turn to dare not just Sunrender, but all the others as well. Waiting for any who may seriously want to back away, she then notched three arrows, pointing her bow downward. "All of those who are with me ... onward!" And with that, she began heading towards the Southern gate, feeling both Mars and Minerva giving her quite the boost in her leading role as both were excellent deities for war and battles.
 
Sunrender stood there, frozen in rage by her sudden outburst against him. He came as close as he could to actually tearing her throat out, his arm tense and ready to strike as he grit hit fangs. He was not fool enough to strike at her there in the middle of camp however as he knew full well he would have been torn apart for such an action. Still, Browntail eyed him warily. He was ready to step in at a moments notice and defend her, always having her back. Whatever his reasons, loyalty to Redfang or an odd respect for her, he would be there.

As for the rest under her command they all stared at her with some semblance of respect after her outburst. Seeing the smaller female stand up to Sunrender raised her status in their view already and those that were still not convinced would not risk Redfang's fury should they abandon her. Thus, when the cry went out they followed her readily. Only Sunrender lagged behind, glaring at her backside as she lead her unit before he joined in with the formation.

The march proved to be as difficult as expected. The logistics of moving a small army of lycans and humans proving difficult even with an experienced guide. The forests and trees provided their cover when necessary as they cross the countryside and Sunrender, surprisingly offering no resistance to her commands (most likely out of his sense of self-preservation) proved highly useful in sneaking them through the enemy lines in the daylight hours. They were only forced to kill in a few instances, a Spartan scout party that would not be expected back before they arrived, and a few traveling bands of peasants that were easily dispatched. As day turned to night they had made good progress, their pace quickening under the cover of darkness with Browntail aiding Celeste's leadership with his excellent nightvision.

As they reached the southern gate they found themselves positioned in the forest many yards away from it, the huge fort standing imposing even from its less heavily defended side. Seeing it now brought everyone's concerns to realization: attacking from the north alone would have been suicide. It seemed luck was on their side from the sight of it as the southern gate was actually open. From the looks of it a small caravan delivering food was being allowed in, perhaps the last batch they could expect before the lycans attacked.

Browntail stood at Celeste's side, eying the fort with cautious eyes. "Spartans man the walls around it as well the outside," he relayed to her. "The caravan is halfway through, though I cannot tell why they have stopped." He sniffed the air, growling at the scent. "There are many inside. This will be a tough battle."

From the north a horn could be heard echoing over the area. Instantly the dark figures standing on her walls and outside began to scramble in every direction. It was not difficult to hazard what the cause was. Around the caravan it seemed as though a small panic had ensued, men pulling on animals that refused to move.

Browntail looked down at his commander, looking to her for his orders. "We are yours to command Celeste. Ask it of me I and will follow you in glorious combat."

Behind her Sunrender scoffed, scratching himself in a display of contempt. Though he had been useful on the journey he had not been above the occasional biting remark, though this was better than actually biting her. "Do not waste your breath hunter. She has had her part in leading lycans and will now hide back here with her archers. Now is the time for a real warrior to lead."
 

Even when he threatened to try to hit her, Celeste didn't flinch for one second. She kept her ground, her bow pointed downward still. As she turned, she saw that all - including Sunrender - were following her, making her smile proudly. She had given her word to Redfang she wouldn't fail; this would be a huge step in ensuring this. Her head nodded as they finally arrived at the Southern gate and she saw the exact reason she had recommended this; the Northern gate was way too guarded. Then again, anyone from Sparta would have easily known this. Unfortunately, she was the only one whom could have even began to guess this .. ah well. It meant her suggestions had not been in vain.

The next thing that had gotten her attention ... was the caravan. She had heard once of the tale of the Trojan Horse and couldn't help but wonder ... if this was something, perhaps, similar to it? No one would, normally, think to attack something that seemed innocent looking; so if too many all went inside then were to get ambushed ... it could go very wrong very quickly. Nodding after a bit, she spoke up, "Be weary of that caravan. I've seen this tactic before; assuming it's right. Regardless, better safe than sorry. I think, however, the reason it has stopped is because inside are an ambush - probably small from the size of it all. But still, it would be enough to catch enough off-guard and take a considerable amount out."

Closing her eyes to think quickly, they reopened soon enough. "All the other archers, remain with me. Everyone whom is melee, half of you try to focus first on that caravan. The other half move on ahead and go to help out towards the Northern gate. It was so very tempting to shoot at Sunrender ... but she resisted for now. Finally, she moved her bow up. "I will shoot first as a distraction so the melee can sneak in well enough. After that ... move! Ready ...." She pulled the string back, letting it rest near her ear.

Gazing around, she found the closest thing to a sniper tower. Once her eyes locked upon it and - barely - found hints of another archer, she let all three arrows fly forward. "Go! Now!" Notching three new arrows, she began getting ready to begin the battle from afar. She doubted many, if any, could shoot from over 30 feet away. She was feeling rather confident ... and proud all the same.
 
Her melee line charged, the wave of lycans moving up as her three arrows pierced the Spartan archers head, neck, and chest. The man fell to the floor of his tower and the other shadows of men ducked down quickly to avoid what they assumed was a hail of arrows. After all, who could fire three arrows at once?

The lycans carried out their orders perfectly, splitting into two units and attacking the caravan and southern gate both. The men at the seats of the carts cried out in horror as they were descended upon by the fury of the wolves. Screams of terror echoed through the caravan as they made quick work of the Spartans both on and around it, their spears falling to fangs and claws as more of them swarmed the southern gate so that they might aid their companions at the north. Heeding Celeste's warning the lycans threw open the the tarps that hid the caravans contents finding naught by barrels of wine, oil, grain, and other supplies. Not a trace of an ambush could be found, spurring them to confidence in the belief that this had been a favor of the gods. Such it was that they feared not the smell of wine and oil that seemed to follow them as the entered the opening of the gate...

Browntail stood with Celeste as her guard, one of the last line of defense should melee fighters reach the archers. He wore a feral smile at the sight of his packmates pressing forward to victory. "Redfang will be proud Celeste," looking at her with a hint of something more than respect. He had been one of the hunters who had been a part of her gang-rape after he escape and one of the few that Redfang had allowed to take her again after she had been impregnated. He had quickly found himself liking the fiery human to his own surprise. "I would see the Spartan commander's face when he see-"

His words were silenced in a spray of blood as he gripped at his chest, the long tip of a silver spear digging through him from behind. He looked to Celeste as his chest burned as if on fire from the silver, trying to rush to her aid but unable to move his body. He was strong but he was not blessed by the gods as Redfang had been.

Behind him a Spartan warrior stood beneath him, the pit that had held him cleverly hidden under sticks and plant matter. His entire body was caked in brown mud, some kind of alchemists concoction that hid scent from even a wolves keen nose. From all around similarly-disguised Spartans emerged from the ground and trees and fell upon the archers and remaining lycans, the Roman warriors turning to swords and claws to try and defend themselves from the overwhelming onslaught.

In the fort the lycans that stormed the southern gate were greeted with an unusual sight, a large trench dug into the ground around the inside of the entrance. Behind it stood a formation of Spartans armed with shields and a company of archers aimed with flame-tipped arrows. Before the wolves could realize the trap it was sprung, the air filling with flames and hitting the oil-soaked ground. The air filled with howls of pain as the lycans found themselves in a sea of flames, the pain sending them into madness and making it impossible to organize. Those that charged forward fell into the trench and were held back by the Spartans shields, whereas those who retreated fell to quicker death as the caravan of oil and wine exploded one by one as they were set alight. Few of the lycans made it out intact and those that did were assaulted with spears and javelins, the weapon piercing them to the ground as the Spartans rained death upon them.

For Celeste the trap was closer to home as the pale form of Sunrender charged her from behind, claws and fangs ready to pin her to the ground so she could watch her companions die.
 

Continuing to notch and fire three arrows at a time, a smile crossed her face. Though she had been wrong on the caravan, she didn't regret the plan. It truly had been better to be safe than sorry. And it looked like it had paid off. A proud smile crossed her lips as Browntail, of all people, began to compliment her. "T-thank you. I ... came into this battle with ... " Her eyes widened as she found herself staring at a tip piercing through his chest. A hand covered her mouth as her head shook. "....Browntail?!" Failing to see his chest rise and fall again was the tell-tale sign he was dead.

"....No ... " Tears formed in her eyes. How was this happening?! Better question, what had happened?! Everything had gone so well? What ... what is this?! Her body shook as she soon saw a bunch of Spartans appear from seemingly nowhere. One by one, lycan after lycan began to fall. But that, in a way, got her attention. They were only going after the Lycans. But ... why? A .. a set up?!

The sight was all she needed to know. Now, she had to get to Redfang; had to go inform him of the sabotage. Her ankles had tensed, ready to run past the Spartans when weight fell upon her. Wincing and managing to turn her head back, she found herself staring up at Sunrender. "YOU BASTARD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET OFF OF ME!" Celeste began frantically trying to push her body up enough to move her bow out from under her so she could notch some more arrows. Turning her head back away, she opened her mouth to scream, cry out .... for Redfang. She knew he'd never believe this unless he saw it for himself; though now more than ever, she wished he had heeded this warning.
 
Redfang let out a roar of anger as he fell upon another Spartan warrior, his muzzle already dripping with the blood of at least ten others. Around him his lycans were fighting against he few Spartans that met them in open combat but the northern gate itself was still holding strong. His ears picked up suddenly, something calling to him amidst the howls and screams. Though he couldn't hear Celeste screams his instincts told him something was wrong, the smoke coming from the south no longer an omen of victory as they had assumed. With his pack fighting around him he had no choice but to press on against the northern gate, not realizing that the army in the south had already fallen.

"Bitch!" Sunrender snarled in her face, his growl punctuated with the sound of the Spartans killing the remaining lycans and human archers. Beside her Browntail lay dead, his yellow eyes gazing upward unblinking. "Redfang cannot help you now. No one can help you now!" With sadistic glee he held down the arm on her bow, digging his claws into her flesh while the other raised up and struck her across the face. "But don't worry 'dear Celeste'," he spat out the false compliment. "I will see to it you will survive to see tomarrow. The Spartans were insistent on that part, as was I..."

With a growl his jaws fell upon her neck and tightened around her, blood tricking from the wound as he cut of her air supply. He wouldn't stop until she had passed out from it, letting the smoke-filled night sky the last thing she would see...
 

Her tears fell faster as she looked shakily to Browntail. She had no idea if her scream had been heard or not. Without seeing Redfang, she began to panic, to fear. He ... he wasn't dead .... was he?! No ... he's too strong for that ... he's shown me that time and time again ... The sinking of claws made her scream out in agony, her tears falling into the ground. "You ... you son of a bitch! Get off of me!"

The harsh smack that landed on her face made her wince. "W...what ... are you going to do?" The obvious answer from his hint should be something about turning her in; which terrified her. She'd be killed! Or lucky not to be. A familiar feeling - claws around her neck - made her cry out again as she squirmed. "NO DON'T ... stop ... " With each passing second, her voice and body both got weaker.

Her head weakly looked up, her body shuddering in fear. Gods please ... Master ... someone .... Her eyes began fighting, trying to stay open. But as time passed, it became harder and harder to do. Blinking a few times, her eyes managed to see smoke filling the sky. ".. please .... help .... " Her head slumped forward as her body went still. Her chest, unlike Browntail's, did keep rising and falling, hinting he had achieved his goal of making her pass out.
 
Clink....Clink...

She awoke to the sound of chains rocking in the air, lightly beating against the metals bars that made up her prison. She was laying on her side, stripped of her armor and left naked in a pile of straw in some dark dark dungeon. She was in one cell of several in some windowless portion of who-knows-where. There was very little light, the only source being the dim flame of a torch over the only exit of the room: a large metal door with a heavy lock upon it.

There was only one other occupant in her cell with her, the other cells around them being empty. As her vision returned she would see a pale-furred lycan, his body riddled with injuries. Spear-marks, burns, and dried blood. As she came too he was licking his injuries, patiently waiting for signs of life from her. As she moved she would hear him chuckle, his voice echoing though the chamber.

"Good morning," he grinned at her. His eyes were still full of malice towards her but now she was in no position to fight back. Licking his wounds he chuckled, knowing that even in the dark she could see them. "Do you like them? I had the Spartans do it to me after the battle. A little to eager for it but we all must make sacrifices." Getting to his feet he slowly approached her, licking his fangs at the sight of her on the floor where she belonged. "The injuries are necessary you see. How else to make them believe that I was the lone survivor of your disastrous raid on the southern gate?" His laugh grew louder now. "Imagine what will happen will I say how you trembled when we first set out, the fear you had in your eyes. I will tell them how you fell to your knees in tears at the first sign of of trouble, that with such a pathetic leader in command we had no choice but failure." He drank in her expression, wanting to see her pained face as he told her how far she had fallen.
 

Whimpering and pulling at her chains, she tried to locate where her joints were, whether behind or in front of her, and what they were attached to. Son of a bitch! I knew he was trouble! Her body trembled as she stopped, deciding to keep what strength she had left. Swallowing nervously, she gazed around, using the torch for light. Glancing over to the Lycan, her body trembled more. "...Sunrender?" She was pretty certain that was whom it was. After all, he had been the last person she had seen.

Her head shook, confused and in disbelief. "...I don't understand. Why?! Why did you do this?! Prior to standing up to you, I did nothing against you ... wait. You ... you spoke to Redfang then?! Or ... someone?!" Her head lowered as he went on. Even though she had promised herself to save her strength, her temper got the better of her at the threat of her reputation being tarnished .... and all because of one liar. "Why you--!!" Pulling as hard as she could, she ceased after a few failed attempts, glaring angrily at the Lycan.

"....So what now? What are you keeping me for anyways?" Leaning against the wall of the cell, she began forcing herself to relax. Too much panic and fear wouldn't be good ... especially for the unborns she was still carrying. She had to try to keep calm. Otherwise, she may very well lose her own life in the process ... and after how far she had come, that was something she wanted very much to avoid.
 
Sunrender's fur bristled at the mention of Redfang. "Unfortunately...yes. I believe he has survived. He was last sighted in a blood rage, his body pieced at least a dozen spears and arrows." He snapped his jaws at the thought, fuming. "An exaggeration, I'm sure. Regardless they did not find his corpse amongst the dead." Turning back to her he gave her an evil sneer. "Something I plan to rectify soon, I assure you."

Falling to all fours he made his way to her. Her naked body was open to his gaze, the only real covering she had being a pair of metal handcuffs that bound her wrists together and hung chained from the wall. "Don't misunderstand your position. It is not I who keeps you locked up here. It is the Spartans." He waved his hand around her cell in mock glory. "Welcome to Fort Pellana!"

He let her take in her predicament before turning his gaze lower, towards her stomach were her unborn grew. "Had I no need of you I would be already cutting you open and showing you your children. But as it happens we need you alive, at least until Redfang marches up to take you back." He jumped up against he wall she hung against, his fangs barred and inches from her face. "Redfang may have humiliated me when I challenged him for dominance but I will be the one who will command this army in the end! It is I who will be alpha! It is I who will cleanse our pack of the human filth that tarnishes it and puts females like you back in their place." He snapped at her, sharp fangs closing a hairs breath away from her neck. "The other wolves will already be doubting his leadership after he failed to take the fort, especially when I return and tell them how badly you failed us." He grabbed her by the cheeks, squeezing her face and forcing her to look at him. "And when he learns you are trapped here I know he will come after you. And when he sees you hung from the Spartan's wall, your neck slit and bleeding out he will go mad with rage and prove an easy target for the Spartan spears."

His eyes bordered on madness as he started into hers. And then I will be there to pick up his place as alpha. The Spartans will allow us to keep some of the Territory we have already conquered and I can march back to Rome to live off of Redfang's house, as it always should have been!"
 

A sigh of relief left her lips. At least Mars had remained with him, even if Diana and Juno had left her. She shot him a glare; a tactic that if Redfang were around, he could easily tell Sunrender why it was so familiar to him. She had done that; even when she was a captive to him. Even if it was the absolute worst thing to do. Never once did she ever truly give in; not until the night of the ceremony where she completely surrendered herself anyways. Her head shook no, venom in her voice. "You won't get away with this. You're greatly angering the wrong person .... and I do not mean myself." She knew more than enough times that when one pissed Redfang off; they would generally prefer to die if they didn't receive just that.

Following his gaze, she found herself staring ... and simultaneously wondering why she looked like she was ready to give birth soon. "W...what's this?! I ... it's only been several weeks! Why ... does it seem like several months?!" She glared angrily at Sunrender. "What did you bastards do?!" She hissed, unable to contain herself. Now her control was lost ... gone. She was as furious as she had been at Redfang when he destroyed Verona. Not quite there; but pretty damn close.

A whimper left as she tried to cover her unborns. "You leave them alone!" She hissed, her body shivering against the cold steel. Her eyes closed tightly as he got up close to her face. With every word, every threat he gave out, she felt herself inwardly cringing. Still, she never gave any sounds. Not until, he snapped, just barely missing her neck which made her scream and whimper. An angry hiss left her lips as she felt herself forced to glance into his eyes.

Even with that, she - if anything - shut her eyes tighter, blatantly refusing to look at him. Breathing heavily through her nose, her head shook no. "...Even if I die, Juno, Diana, and Venus will not let the unborns perish with me. But as I said ... you are greatly angering the very wrong person. You've signed your own death wish. You will die before me ... make no mistake." With that, she jerked her head roughly away from him; not caring nor minding if it made her lose a few strands of hair in the process, cut her face a bit; none of that mattered. So long as it didn't hurt her kids. She was pissed ... frustrated at this bastard, this traitor ....
 
He laughed as she begged for the life of her children, running his claws over the growing bump of her stomach. You like? Something the alchemists cooked up for you. I don't know what it is, save that it smells foul and is made to decrease the time-span of a pregnancy tremendously." He pressed harder against her stomach, claw threatening to break her skin. "They were very interested in seeing the offspring of a lycan and human. They just need to give you a few more treatments and apparently you'll be giving birth in no time." He licked his lips at the sick thought, looking to twist the knife he had already planted. "I just hope that there is no unfortunate side-effects, or that the gods do not seek to curse your children for their unnatural births..."

Sliding his claws upward he cupped her breast, letting his claws scratch over her pink nipple as he toyed with it. I would worry more about your own life than those of your offspring. There is a score of Spartan warriors above you, all of them ready to kill you for the traitor you are." He laughed at this revelation, claws drawing blood. "Oh yes! I revealed to them who you are, Spartan bitch! How your fiancee will react when news reaches him. It is unfortunate he will not be here to witness your untimely death. Though if he is lucky he may get his hands on your half-breed spawn."

Grabbing her by the neck he dig his claws into the bite marks he had already given her, forcing her head back to face him. "Those Spartans plan to torture you, make no mistake. You will suffer by their hands..." his other hands suddenly dipped lower, digging into her leg as his muscular thigh spread her legs. "...but not before I have my taste."
 

"Don't!" She whimpered, trembling as his claws rolled along her stomach. Her head lowered as she shivered. And to think Redfang had been cruel to her before? No ... this one was worse, a feat which sounded hard to believe at first. But now ... he was finally revealing his true colors. And it was terrifying. Her hands kept pulling against the chains, trying to smack his hands away from her stomach. "Stop ... touching ... them!" Even now, she still had no idea what they were; full lycan, full human, or both somehow.

That, was honestly, another thing that had been scaring her for a while now. Now that time had been sped up, Redfang would find out sooner than she wanted. What would happen? Would her banish her if they weren't full Lycans? Kill her? The increase in time wasn't helping as she broke down, her body shaking. A cry of pain left as he drew blood, shutting her eyes tighter. "I .... " She honestly had no idea. It was probably wishful thinking, she knew, but if only she could see him ... try to beg with him ... but she highly doubted she would be allowed that.

An angry wince left as her face was guided towards his. "...Let ... go!" She hissed, keeping her eyes firmly shut. She bit down on her lower lip hard to keep from whimpering at the news of upcoming torture. In this state and with how far it was, she may lose the kids if not her own life. As she felt his thigh spread her legs, she shook her head no frantically. "NO!" Finally, her eyes opened as she brought both knees up, trying to hit him somewhere; anywhere to make him back away. Chest, crotch, sternum ... any place.
 
Her knees managed to knock against his legs as she raised them up, the lycan having expected that little maneuver as there was little else she could do against him. "Ah, there's that spirit you had before! Seems you have at least a little fight in you without Redfang to protect you're worthless life." Growling he grabbed at her legs, seizing the kicking limbs by the ankles and raising them in the air. Spreading them wide he had a good look at her helpless cunt, her belly just above a reminder that she was Redfang's bitch. "Let's see what all the fuss is about..." he licked his fangs as he chuckled.

Placing himself in between her legs he pushed forward, his impressive member already hard from his speech. His body pressed her against the wall, his hard chest pressing against her pregnant belly. Letting go of one leg he dug his claws into her ass, raising it up and letting her feel his pre-cum covered cock sliding against her.

"I'm willing to bet the Spartans would hardly care if your pups died while I took you." The look in his eye was full of bloodlust, the idea of killing her unborn pups apparently an appeasing thought to this monster. "Would you beg for my cock if it was to save them? Beg for me as if I was Redfang?"
 

A scream of frustration left as her legs got caught by the ankles. "NO! STOP!" Squirming and jerking roughly - especially at her ankles though both there and wrists - she tried something, anything to get him away. "GET AWAY! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" A whimper left as her head turned, her body shaking harder than it ever had; especially in fear. Even Redfang hadn't gotten her quite this scared; close but not to this point.

Her head shook no frantically as she continued fighting, feeling her body pinned to the wall. "No please! NO!" Loud screams and curses left as she felt him ready to push up and in, her tears falling faster. ... Have they left me?! Please don't tell me that's the case ... And yet the mere possibility that may have just happened, made her cry more.

Her tear-stricken face glared angrily at Sunrender. "...You wouldn't care either! Even if I did, you'd just kill them too! Don't bullshit me! You're not a man - lycan rather - of your word! You're as much a traitor as I am!" Her head shook no furiously, pulling and yanking hard at her limbs. "Never .... I'd never beg; especially not for you who has proven the last thing I can do is trust you!"
 
"Grrr...fucking bitch!" he snarled as she cursed him, raising his hand and slapping her across the face with it. His claws scrached her skin as he did leaving behind three red lines across her left cheek. "Something to remember me by when I've left." Breathing hard, still angry as her defiance he lifted her hips and drove himself forward, piercing her dry passage pushing up against the stone wall behind her.

[/B]"That's right, scream you bitch."[/B] He growled. "This is all you're fucking good for..." He pulled back, her muscles tightening around him almost making it difficult for him, before he shoved himself back in even harder than before. "I would tear out your throat were Redfang already dead!" he drove himself forward at that, his fangs biting in her shoulder and leaving deep, red scars across the limb.

He used his cock like a weapon, his goal only to hurt her. His claws scratched at her skin while his fangs dug deeper into her body. All the while she would live in terror that he would hurt her babies, that he would make good on his threats.
 

Her face remained turned, her breathing getting heavier. It was slow, but she could definitely feel the flow of blood going down her left cheek. Her head shook as she gave him a smirk, "The only thing I will truly remember you by ... is your CORPSE! I don't care how incapacitated I am ... so long as I get to see you die before me... it will make up for everything, especially me failing to convince Redfang you were no good from the get-go!"

Whimpers continued to leave as she struggled harder, not caring how much it hurt her wrists or ankles. She was getting as desperate as she had when she escaped the second time from Redfang; ready to do whatever it took. If not for her kids and herself, at least just the unborns. Her tears fell faster as she screamed and hissed from the bite in her shoulder. "NGH BASTARD! AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The harder he went, the more her muscles squeezed, trying to prevent him from getting inside. "STOP! STOP IT! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Now as her tears fell they began to mingle with the blood, her body trembling. Her gaze shakily looked down, as if trying to feel for some sign ... that they were still alive or would be even when he was done.
 
Her body's attemps to force him out of her only served to increase his own sick pleasure, reveling in the tight, warm body he was able to fuck. Ripping away from her shoulder, his fangs dipped in her blood, he snarled in her face. "You insolent whore! Filthy human slut!" he rammed her into the wall, the stone rough against her back and his chest squeezing up against her belly. "The last thing you will see it Redfang as he bleeds out below you, his last breath crying out for the children you let die!" He let out a growl, elated over this small victory over her despite how much she fought him.

Now she could feel his knot, the huge swell of flesh pressing up against her walls even as she was trying to force the rest of him out. He slowed down then, licking at her shoulder once before pulling out slightly. Readjusting her legs he lifted one high in the air until it was over his shoulder and giving him the best penetration possible. Lining himself back up he shoved inside of her, the head of his cock ripping her open once more as his knot rammed against her tight entrance. "Redfang can certainly pick his whores..."
 

Her head shook in frantic determination, continuing to jerk and twist her wrists. "LET GO! YOU SON OF A BITCH, LET ME THE FUCK GO!" Wincing as she got trapped - shoved - against the wall, she began blinking her eyes to get rid of the double vision, a low groan leaving her lips. JUNO! VENUS! PLEASE! Her wrists were probably red from how rough she was being with herself. But her desire - no - need to get out was fueling her to keep trying, no matter how impossible it seemed.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Her feet went to pull away, kick the sides of his head, something. Another cry left as his fangs yanked out then licked at the wound. "BASTARD! URGH!" Continuing to kick, twist, jerk and silently pray, her muscles squeezed. It didn't help from the sex her and Redfang had several nights ago that she was now much tighter than usual. SOMEONE PLEASE! END THIS! HELP ME! A loud cry mixed with a near moan left as she felt his knot trying to get in.
 
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