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Henry was sitting in his chamber alone, when he got the news. When he realized it was the fox clan, his anger knew no bounds. First they refused to help him, and than they had the audacity to raid them and try and capture their land. As he put on his armor and took his sword and shied, he walked out to see the beautiful vixen aiming her cross bow at him. Without missing a beat, he raised his shield and deflected the arrow. He waited before lowering it down, and proceeding towards her, hatred and anger in his eyes.

"How dare you? I thought you were our friends. When we were in power, we helped you, gave you protection, food, clothes, and now not only you refuse to entertain me, you attack us" he shouted. The voice was filled with hate and anger, something which seamed to rejuvenate his warriors also. They began to fight back like warriors who were possessed, and began to push back at the vixen gang, disarming many. Henry was focused on Haruka, and made his march towards her, brandishing his sword. "Come and fight me like a warrior, you dirty two faced scum" he challenged her.

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The shield was certainly a prized family heirloom, one which had been forged by his ancestors and once sat in the royal court. Now, the metal shield was old and ragged, but it still served its purpose: to protect its user. When she loosed her arrow, it streamed straight for his jugular, and had it hit, he would've been dead in a matter of moments. Instead, when it easily bounced off the shield, Haruka gasped. She'd never faced a shielded opponent before... and with his roar of battle causing the tides to turn, Haruka herself started to panic as she noticed her warriors not only being pushed back but being disarmed and dropping to their knees in surrender. They had not been expecting the ferocity of this little band of humans.

Haruka had primarily trained in the way of the bow, and she rapidly fired several more arrows at him, though they all bounced harmlessly off his shield. "C-crap!" she cried out as she took a step back. Seeing him with his sword out though, she felt she had little other choice, tossing her bow and quiver aside and drawing her short sword. Her form with a melee weapon was clearly not all that cracked, and rather than allow him to attack her first, she instead lunged at him. "HYYAAH!!!" She hoped that felling him would lead to his men surrendering.

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Henry laughed seeing her attack. She was an inexperienced fighter, and had only seen practices. Never real war. The situation she was in, and with her short sword, he could kill her with a single stroke. But he thought he would humiliate her first, and than maybe use her as a bargaining chip with her father. As she rushed to him with her sword, he parted the attack easily with the shield, and than used his own long sword to disarm her. "What a foolish girl. Don't you know how to attack? Come I will show you how. Pick you weapon and try again" he said, mocking her as he waited for her to pick her fallen sword.

All around, her fighters had given up and were kneeling, disarmed and partially hurt. But no one were harmed seriously enough to die. The men were standing behind the vixens, keeping a sword around their neck as they watched the leaders fighting. At Henry's comment, they all began to laugh. "These girls are best to stay at home and cook food" someone suggested, adding to their injury.

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Haruka was definitely in over her head. She had thought this would have been an easy and quick victory. The land was hardly worth anything, the fields offering little food and there was no real gold to be found anywhere. The best the area had was a small forest that could be harvested for wood, but that was pretty much it. But the girl had not thought about what it meant to have nothing, how it felt to be attacked on all sides for a long time. These were strong, experienced warriors that had only been caught off guard and were clearly being lead by a capable leader. Meanwhile, the moment the battle turned sour, Haruka had failed to show her own leadership skills, instead panicking, and causing her own warriors to become demoralized.

By the time she had been disarmed, none of the others were fighting. But she ground her teeth in anger as Henry instead gave her another chance to fight. It was humiliating! But if she could kill him, no one would know! So she snatched her sword from the ground and prepared to attack again, only this time, she slipped one of her paws behind her, gripping the hilt of her hidden dagger. She figured she could try and get close and stab him with it when his guard was down.

Just as she started to lunge at him again, the oppressive commentary threw her for a loop, made her angry and more determined, but also blinded her with rage. Instead of just clashing her blade against the shield and then swooping in rapidly to strike at his exposed throat, she drew her dagger too early, managing to get it caught on his sword. "U-uhgnn..." she cried out once she realized her last potential way of winning was gone. She stood there, frozen with fear, as both of her weapons were stuck against his sword and shield, and a single move would easily disarm her, and this time, completely.

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"My God what a bitch. Cheating and using unfair means." Henry growled as he used the shield to stop her attack, and than in a single strike have her unarmed, both her sword and knife on the ground. Throwing away his shield, he walked to her, his sword pointing towards her. As the sword reached her, he used it to undo the string tying her arrows case, which fell on the ground with a thud. "Take the prisoners away and lock them. If she is their queen, any action by her to harm me or run away will result in their death. If you don't hear from me in an hour, kill them" he announced as the humans cheered and roughly began to drag their victims to various cottages and have their way with the vixens.

"You, so-called princess, kneel down now and surrender yourself. Else I will make sure the death of every companion of yours is so frightening that will scare death itself" he growled, the tip of his sword at her throat.

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And just like that, she had lost. Haruka was trembling as she was disarmed for a final time, and with his sword to her throat, the vixen could scarcely believe what was happening. Had her father been right? She just was not meant to be a warrior? The fact that Henry was placing all the responsibility for her guards on her actions meant that the girl didn't really have much of a choice. Grinding her teeth at him and baring the sharp fangs she had, the fox girl uttered lowly at him, "F-fine... I surrender... I-I swear if you harm them in any way..."

To be fair, if the Fox Clan's actual army attacked, they would have won for sure. But the other neighboring clans were just waiting for the opportunity to pounce and destroy the stronghold of a powerful clan. Any of them that wished to go against this pathetic meager human territory would leave themselves open to attack. But none of that mattered... instead, the heir of the Fox Clan had blundered and dishonored her father and herself.

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Henry walked to her and grabbed her by her hair. "I think you need some punishments, and I will make sure you understand the consequences of your actions" he threatened as he dragged her away to his tent. It was bigger than the others with a bed and some ropes and other items on the side. Tossing her on the bed like a rag doll, he went to collect some rope and a paddle. The rope was used to tie logs of wood, but now it was being used to tie her hands behind her back. The paddle was used while rowing boats, but now it had a different use. As he tied her hands behind her, he forced her to stand straight and began to lift her skirt, baring her bottoms. The panties she was wearing was torn away and thrown aside.

He then threw her on the bed again, and rearranged her so she was kneeling, with her head resting on the bed and ass raised. Without a warning, he brought the paddle crashing down on her naked defenseless ass.

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Shaking in place, the stubbornness and stoicism Haruka tried to have fell away as he started to drag her to the tent. "N-NO! You can't do this to me!" she cried out, perhaps having an inkling of what he meant to do. She started to struggle. "This isn't how you treat prisoners of war! Let go of me!" she cried, her sharp teeth flashing at him as if they posed a threat to him. Still, the girl couldn't fight him off in the end, and once he had subdued her arms, her struggling turned futile.

"Urhgn!" Haruka cried out as Henry threw her unto the bed. Grumbling and crying lowly as he forced her up, she gasped as he pulled up her skirt. "N-NO!" Though as she tried to pull away, her black panties slipped away to expose her lower areas. Being little more than a ragdoll at that point, the girl grunted as he threw her back down, and with some motion sickness, she could do little as she was forced to kneel and bend over. Before long, the hard swat to her furry rear shocked her into squealing out. "GGYYAHHHHNNHN!!!"

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"You dirty little bitch. You think you can just attack me with a small group of wannabes, and take my land? I helped your stinking cheating father when he was down, and now he looks down upon me?" Henry said, giving her ass hard smacks, focusing on both her ass cheeks, not caring about her well being. "You will now pay for that with your body" he said as he raised his paddle and gave her ass another hit.

"You dirty little slut" he roared, before he bent down and had her spread her legs. From around, multiple sounds of smacking and moaning could be heard. "Looks like you all wannabes are nothing more than rich spoiled brat who need to be controlled and shown the right place by the right man. Pity you don't have any true men in your clan" he said as he pushed a finger inside her pussy and began to finger her.

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His words reminding Haruka of her failures were already putting her down. The fact that he kept reminding her of the history between the two clans wasn't making it any better, and with him constantly hard smacking her, the girl cried out over and over. "GGYYAAHNN!!! HHYYAAHHNHN!!!" But the worst for her had yet to come, her eyes widening as he mentioned his further intentions. "N-NO! KKYAHHN!!!" Shaking and startled, her ass stinging from the strikes, the girl cried as he forced her legs open, and with him pushing his finger into her tight, virgin cunt, the fox girl gasped in desperation.

The sounds of her retinue suffering the same if not worse fates in the distance angered her, and as he started to finger her, Haruka finally gathered herself enough to fight back. Suddenly, her padded foot lunged at him, forcing him back as she spun her body over and growled at him, baring her teeth. "T-touch me again and I'll bite your finger clean off!" she yelled at him angrily. But his finger was already coated in thick vulpine juices... her furry body naturally easily aroused, even if she was as inexperienced with sex as she was with fighting in close combat.

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As she lunged her foot at him, it caught him in his face, breaking his nose. Holding his nose, surprised by that attack, he roared. "Well, I will make you eat your words, slut. Beg me to touch you and finger you and fuck you, else you can say good bye to your commander in arms." Henry threatened. Holding his nose, he walked out of the cabin and held the door open. "James. James" he bellowed, loud enough for his voice to carry to the furthest of huts and even across the forest. "Get that slutty commander of this worthless princess. If you don't hear my orders in the next one minute, kill her. Take her to the edge of the cliff, and drop her from there. I am sure the animals in the pond will thank us for providing food to them for a week" he said, the voice loud enough to make sure every living soul heard it. The last of his words were met with complete and utter silence, as everyone in the huts were shocked, including the vixens who till now were threatening to fight back or resist. "Yes, Sire" the reply boomed, and the order was sealed and about to be executed.

"You, worthless queen. You have a minute to convince me not to kill your so called commander. I am sure a princess, even a hopeless one like you would not want that. Convince me to not kill her. Convince me to stop the murder of your equally worthless commander" he said, glaring at Haruka. "Or are you so upright and self centered that you will let your friend die. I mean, agreed she does have a pathetic life, and it would do a favor to her to end it, but still. Are you such a selfish, queen that you will let your subject die for your own fault?" he taunted her, knowing every word would hurt her more than swords could ever do.

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It hadn't been her intention to do something as offensive as breaking his nose. Haruka had just wanted to get away from him! But his reaction horrified her. "W-what!?" Though he had threatened her earlier, it could have easily been a bluff. After all, if he killed any of them, when they were already prisoners and easily ransomed, it would most likely invoke a violent response from the Fox Clan, as killing prisoners was frowned upon. But... it wasn't like he had all that much to lose, not to mention that the response could cause a change reaction that would engulf the sector once more in all out war.

And given the way he was talking her down, his tone and attitude, Haruka couldn't fathom that he was bluffing. "Y-you... you... y..." The more he put her down, the less Haruka felt as if she could fight back, verbally or not. Besides, she was close to all of her guards, especially her personal commander. After a few more moments, her head hung in shame. "P-please... c-call it off... I... I'm sorry I... I-I didn't... mean to... uhgnn..." Shaking and trembling, Haruka fell to her knees, her body falling forward in a half prostration. "Please spare their lives! PLEASE! I'm begging you..."

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"Thirty seconds" Henry roared, ignoring all her pleas and begging and crying. "Begging? You don't have to beg for their lives. You have to beg for something else" he snarled at her. "James, get her out" he shouted again, as a few other guards also came out, holding their victims to see what was going. As James walked out seeing his leader bleeding, he gave a war cry, and gave the vixen commander a kick, sending her rolling. He then bent and picked her up easily, draping her on his shoulders making way towards the cliff. "Don't worry, my Sire, they won't even find her bones" he shouted as he carried the semi conscious vixen towards. "I guess we shouldn't wait 30 seconds. After all, you are indeed a heartless and hopeless leader. I would sacrifice myself to save my people, whereas you can't even beg properly. I guess I should be happy not to be associated with horrible people like you. Here, atleast I know my men can die for me, and they know I will die for them." he spat on the floor, disgusted by her behavior.

As James was carrying the vixen, many fallen warriors were staring at Haruka with contempt and anger.

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Haruka was practically hyperventilating as she was looking on in horror at what was going on. She was on her knees, begging him and he callously rejected it! What more did he want from her!? Though he made that sentiment all too clear. And seeing the way her fellows looked at her, the vixen started to cry. "PLEASE! TAKE ME! USE ME!! DO ANYTHING YOU WANT WITH ME!!!! JUST SPARE THEM!" Haruka screamed, shaking her head. "Please! U-use my body for anything you want... uh... i-it's... it's yours... you can have it... just stop him from hurting her anymore..."

Shaking horribly, there was little more she could do, the fox girl was in tears, pathetically begging him in front of everyone. "PPllleeasseeee..." she uttered lowly, "I-I... I won't... fight you... anymore... you... you can... do whatever you want... to me..."

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Deciding to make sure she won't fight back, Henry grabbed Haruka by her hair, and forced her on her legs. Kicking the legs apart, he lifted the back of her skirt so while the front was covered, her ass and back were exposed. While the other people and vixens wouldn't be able to see what was going, they would surely know what was happening. Once her legs were sufficiently apart, he began or rather resumed to push a finger inside her pussy. He was not at all gentle, and just at the last second, "James you can wait. I think this slut has understood" this while he had 2 fingers inside her pussy and he began to finger her in front of everyone.

He would not stop, fingering her continuously till she would start moaning, and when her orgasm would be close, he would stop. The agenda was to show her clan what a pathetic loser she was and how she was enjoying her own degradation.

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"U-URG!" Haruka cried out in pain as he tugged her up by her hair, and with him kicking her legs wide open, the girl practically fell into a split. Barely able to keep herself up, she felt him tug her skirt up and then, "A-AHGN!" His rough fingers jabbing into her virgin pussy made her squeal out loud, the tears on her face scarcely discernible from the ones that had already been there. Try as she might, her legs felt weak as he quickly and rather easily forced her body to become aroused. Her kind was just too sensitive in that regard.

"H-Hhan... HHHHahhhnn... HHHhhahnnn..." She could hardly stand it, her body heating up against her will, her juices starting to flow and surround his fingers as they pumped into her. The true respite didn't come until she heard him at least halt what his subordinate was doing. Gasping for breath as she felt her body overheated, the girl was struggling to keep herself up as her legs trembled with harsh abandon.

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"I am surprised you are a virgin. For someone who is as useless as you, I was guessing you would be used by the king to charm the princes of nearby clan into not attacking your pathetic little clan. I guess you are not useful there also" Henry laughed, which was joined by the other humans as well. "Boys. Take them to your cabins and enjoy them. Anyone you thinks to run, or deny any pleasure, inform them and for that, their commander will be punished. James, you stay by the cliff. A single sound of refusal from any of these worthless fox and drop that commander down" he snarled, an order which was meant to make sure every captive obeyed the orders of their respective captor.

Getting a hold of her hair, Henry walked back into his cabin, half dragging, half pulling the princess back into his cabin. As he closed the door, he withdrew his knife and began to cut the straps which held her dress, forcing her to get naked with just the bra to cover her tits. "Remove the bra yourself, now" he ordered.

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Haruka knew better than to say anything against him at that point. Normally, she was stubborn and uppity, having been confident in her skills. Now... all of that had been shattered, and if she dared refuse anything he wanted, the vixen feared he would carry out his threats. Even worse, he cowardly extended her responsibility to all of her captured subordinates, a move that angered her, but she couldn't do anything about it. It wasn't fair to them... and it wasn't fair to her either, she did as he asked!

Still, she had to watch as her fellow vixens were all tugged into separate lodgings, not that she could spare too much time to think about them as Henry dragged her into his own. "Grhngn... hrngn..." she grunted lowly, as the strain on her hair just got more and more painful. By the time they were alone, the girl cried out in dismay as he cut her dress away, leaving her with just her under-top that held her lovely bundled up breasts. When he commanded her to remove her bra herself though, the girl looked at him wide eyed. With her arms tied behind her back, how did he expect her to do it? Was this yet another trap!? "U-uhn..." She tried to struggle against her bonds, trying to reach up behind her to do it, but could not. Then, she tried to lean over, trying to use her extended muzzle to reach her bra to somehow remove it. Unable to do so, she finally sat down and shifted her leg as best she could, finally managing to catch the bra with her toes and doing her best to bend about to remove her bra, which was done with some cramping motions. Still, it did show that she was pretty flexible.

Huffing and puffing from the effort, she was fully aroused and utterly tired by that point.

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He laughed at her, as she tried to move around and do impossible bends to remove the bra. Once he had her naked, he reached and draped her over his shoulder, thanks to the vast weight difference between the two. Taking her to the bed, he dropped her, rather threw her down as he began to undo his clothes loosing them in record time. He was already aroused by fingering her, and seeing her perfect set of tits, he knew he was going to heaven soon. Grabbing her hair, he brought her face close to his and said, "You are first going to suck me, than titty fuck me and than I will take your virginity. A gift from me to your king, for fucking with me" he growled before unceremoniously he forced her face down towards his hard 9 and a half inch cock with double the mushroom tip, all ripe and ready to explore her unexplored holes.

"And remember, no teeth" Henry warned her, as he used the knife to free her hands. "I hope you can use your hands better than you use a bow and arrow" Every comment was either made to look down upon her, or her skills or her clan.

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Exhausted from her efforts just to remove a single piece of clothing in such a bound pose, Haruka had little more resistance to offer as he once more tugged on her by her hair, causing her to yelp in pain before being tugged up and flung over his shoulder as if she were just a simple bale of hay, only to have her light body flung unto the bed, bouncing a couple times before she came to a stop. Forced to face him closely, Haruka's crimson eyes stared back at him in terrified dismay, her furry lips quivering as he instructed her on what he expected.

For the vixen, it was a tall order. She was a total virgin, having ignored her maidenly lessons to instead focus on becoming a warrior. So as he brought her down to his crotch, his intense musk caught in her nostrils, making her gasp and her eyes water. Though he released her pawed hands, her arms were still half asleep thanks to the tightened pose they had been forced to endure. Remaining silent, Haruka neared her muzzle toward his erection, looking afraid of it. Gulping, she showed her inexperience as one paw grabbed his dick by his hilt, though her grip was too soft to really give him any pleasure.

[User] "I am sure you can do better slut. Or are you telling me you don't even know how to pleasure men? Are you really so worthless?" Henry snarled as she got hold of his cock, all so gently as if afraid to break it. He grabbed her head and said, "Mouth open" and once she had done it, he pushed his cock inside her mouth till he could feel resistance. He knew she would choke at it, and after letting her choke for a second, he withdrew it, letting her cough and recover before repeating it. He would choke her with his cock, than let her recover only to choke her again. He continued this, increasing the time his cock spent in her mouth. Although he wasn't fully impaled in her mouth, maybe her small demeanor made it impossible for her to take him completely.

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Haruka looked up at him in angered desperation, as if wanting to say something about how she didn't want to know how to do it. But she restrained herself from talking, knowing it would only make the situation worse. She'd skipped out on her ''marriage lessons'' so there was that. As he commanded her to open her maw, Haruka did so slowly, unwillingly, not really wanting to know what came next. But she didn't get a chance to think about it anyway.

"HAHRHGNH!!!" The vixen was caught completely off guard as his cock shoved itself into her maw. The only reason she didn't immediately gag was thanks to her extended muzzle, but it quickly ran out and she immediately started to choke on his cock, even before it could push further toward her throat. She was definitely a total virgin in the oral department, a fact that wasn't getting much better even as he choked her over and over. Each time, the girl inadvertently threw up her paws to try and push him away, or at least try to slow him down, it wasn't like it did her any good... he was too strong.

Progress was slow, it felt like she could barely take in more than one extra inch at a time...

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Henry kept fucking her mouth, making sure she took more and more of him every time. His words continued, as he used all possible words he could to humiliate her and remind her the reason she was in this position was her own fault. As the sounds of the other vixen filled the surrounding, he said, "Looks like your friends are better than you. At least they have served their masters with their mouth and now are willing to let them use their bodies. While you are just here, unable to use that tiny mouth to any good efforts" as he gave a final push and buried the entire cock in her mouth. He let his huge balls hit her chin, while her nose was buried under his belly. He let her squirm for air, a little longer before throwing her aside, disgusted with her efforts. "If I have been any less kind, by now I would have half your clan thrown down the hill" he said, his voice filled with malice for her.

He grabbed hold of her hair, and walked towards his bed, not worrying if she was walking, crawling or getting dragged behind him. He tossed her onto the bed, like a little doll rag. He pulled her by her legs and adjusted her so she was facing him, with her pussy open for her. Without using any lube, or any warning, he positioned his cock at her pussy, and gave a heave, wanting to break into her virgin pussy sooner.

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The girl could hardly focus on her hearing when she could barely breathe! More and more he shoved into her throat, the more delicate vixen suffering as he started to block her wind tunnel. By the time he just stopped, Haruka felt like her throat was going to be ripped open, the bulge evident even from the outside, and her sounds were practically silently as her nose was stuffed up against his flesh and his cock refused to allow her cries past it. It ended up with the vixen desperately pushing against him, peering up as tears of terror streamed down her face. Was he really going to kill her in such a way!? In the back of her mind, she almost hoped he would... but it was such a dishonorable way to go.

When he finally pulled back and released, Haruka gasped for air so hard, she started to choke like crazy, gagging and wheezing as the daughter of a lord had been a lot more dainty than she thought herself. Barely having her senses, she cried out as he tugged her by the hair and dragged her along, the exhausted girl barely able to fight back as her furry legs just bounced and slid along. It wasn't hard for him to throw the thin, lightweight gall unto the bed, and she groaned as she bounced a couple times.

Exhausted and with her world spinning from the brute throw, she barely realized what he was up to as he forced her legs open. Haruka only saw what he was going to do just as he was doing it. "N-NO WAIT!" she cried, but immediately a shock of pain shot through her as he battered his way into her. "KKYAAAAAAAAAAAYHHNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!" Her screams were deafening, so shrill they made his ears ring like crazy, practically sounding like she might blow them out. Given the difference between her horrified, painful screams and the more lurid ones that came from the other fox women, needless to say she was a total virgin.

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As Haruka screamed, Henry reached back to her discarded panties and stuffed them into her mouth. "That should keep you quiet, bitch" he said , as he pushed some more of his cock into her. He wanted to go slow, maybe give her time to adjust, but the actions of her father the previous day was clouding his judgment. Not carrying about the girl, or her well being, or the pain she would feel, he kept pushing, grunting and swearing as he thrust forward, using the entire stamina in his huge body to open her up more and more.

As he would feel, he left her right leg, and choked her, giving her the option to either scratch his hand and fight to get air supply, or push him away and try to stop the fucking he was about to give her. Her screams, which were muffled, had no effect on his heart or his brain. He had faced humiliation and rejection and dejected way beyond normal and now there was no going back. He was obsessed with this as if it was the last task on earth for him to do.

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"HRRYAYAHHHNN!! HHHAAHHAHANHHHNN!!! HHAHHRHRnghghmrmgnng!!!" Mid-scream, Haruka suddenly found herself nearly choking on her under panties as he shoved them into her maw, only for him to keep pushing on. He was being so rough, and despite her desperately tight tract, he was painfully forcing her open. By the time he wrapped his hand around her throat and started to choke her, the girl's eyes were bulging out of her head, and she desperately started to claw at his hands, her nails scratching him over and over as she tried to get a grip to pull them away. "GGhrhrhngnghnnrnr... GGHrhngnngngn..."

The vixen was quickly losing strength, her inability to breathe forcing her to calm down bit by bit. The tense muscles that blocked the way of his dick were shifting and gripping him, as if the harder he choked her, the tighter she got. That combined with the pain of him breaking her were making the girl's kicks less and less aggressive and he could see the way her eyes shivered in place. At the same time though, he might have been surprised to find her pussy starting to get rather moist, probably not knowing how easily her kind was aroused even in the worst circumstances.

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As her pussy began to drip, he was surprised. "Don't tell me you are getting off on this. You pussy is actually wet and dripping. My God. You are a submissive whore. I am sure you would be dreaming of getting pound like a proper bitch." Henry loosened his grip a bit, not wanting her unconscious. He however, didn't pause or slow down as he pushed his hard cock deeper, now aided by the wetness and her focus on breathing.

As she would stop kicking, he increased his pace and began to push and once he was well inside---though not all---he began to fuck her. He was neither gentle, nor slow with thrusts. His brain was fogged with revenge, and every second of his humiliation was being seen as he slammed into the little vixen, who seamed to be enjoying it although she was trying to fight or scream or something.

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Nearly knocked out cold, Haruka offered less and less resistance, and though Henry loosened up his grip on the poor vixen, it would take some time for her to recover from the close call. Her mind was famished as it had been severely weakened from temporary lack of oxygen, all while her body was being forcibly heated up just so that it wouldn't be painful. The end result was a looser and rather wet canal that accepted his large cock more and more. Despite all her attempts to deny him, the exhausted expression on her face as her maw lay open, her sharp canine teeth exposed to him and her lovely thick fox tongue glistening in the dim light, peering around the dark drenched fabric balled up there, all joined in alongside the ever louder *splats* that jumped out of her used pussy.

Though the kicks stopped and the girl's cries fell into mumbling grumbles, each thrust into her sent her body shifting back and forth quite potently, her lovely white furred breasts bouncing alluring back and forth in front of him.


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Bonnie let out a quiet, unsure sound when Daddy let go of her legs, hands instinctively reaching out to hold onto him. Did she say something wrong? But his promise to take care of her in any way she'd need erased her worries, made the hybrid purr in contempt. She knew that Daddy was a man of his words. He'd never lied to her, and she fully trusted him. Only after nuzzling the older man's neck, covering him more in the sweet scent of heat, the bunny obliged and turned. Her hands went down to his strong arms, urging him to tighten his hold. Despite the familiar comfort of her nest, his embrace was what she wanted the most. Soothed her and filled her with need at the same time. Both conflicting desires made it hard to lay still and not squirm in his hold.

As the young bunny pawed and fluffed the pillows, rearranging the nest as much as she could to make it better for her mate, she pressed closer to him. "I hope you like my... our nest, for the heat. It's much smaller than your den, Daddy, but," she half-turned to the older man, blushing at her next confession but sounding proud of herself, "I tried to make it perfect for you." Bonnie reached for the pillow next to her, lifting it up a little to show a few of Mr. Oakes' shirts she'd picked out of the laundry, when her preheat had started. For a moment, she paused, frowning at those clothes. _Bad. Need to find a better place._ Wiggling a little in her master's hold, she turned to him and sniffed the air, making small changes in her nest. Daddy's flannel shirt had been the item she loved the most, during preheat, because it smelt not only of her mate but also the nearby forest; it went to her favorite teddy bunny. Another dress shirt went to her side, back under the pillow.

As she fussed and made a few other rearrangements, her tail actively wagged under the covers and stopped only when she was done. With a satisfied purr, she settled back into her mate's strong arms. Fully satisfied with the changes she'd made. White fluffy ears laid flat against her hair, her next words were soft-spoken and shy. "Sorry for taking your possessions without asking... I promise to return all the clothes that I stole from your laundry later." Her voice turned into a breathy giggle when his beard brushed against her skin. Bonnie snuggled up to Mr. Oakes under the covers, pressed against his muscular chest and...

Her breath hitched and eyes widened. She could feel his hard cock, swollen and pressed against her lower back. Barely holding back a needy whimper, her tail twitched and hips rocked backwards on their own accord. Their clothes were in the way. She wanted to feel the press of his muscular physique against her petite body. Needed to feel, see how he ached to be inside her. "Can I..?" Bonnie asked, her voice breathless, hoping the older man would understand her needy request.

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As she fussed and shifted Edward held still, staying calm and letting her do as she pleased. It felt like the heat was guiding her to make things just right and he saw no reason to interrupt despite the undeniable ache of his cock. She would be done soon and what was coming would be better for her having managed to get those instinctive desires out of the way before they moved on to others.

"Thank you. It's okay, Bonnie. I know it's your instincts. You didn't mean any harm." He replied softly, speaking slow and calm as he did his best to reassure her that all was perfectly well. Edward was absolutely certain that she was only acting on her instincts. Bonnie was so sweet, she would never try to harm or upset anyone else.

When she rocked her hips and he felt her tail twitch he gave a low, gratified moan. There was something about that softness that just made her even more arousing than she already was. Her question was brief and even if he wasn't absolutely certain what she wanted he still would have answered the same way. "Yes, baby." He accepted right away, happy to let her give in to her needs and do exactly as she saw fit.

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His reply was met with a happy purr, the bunny's tail trembling just at the thought of what was coming next. She was always so eager to please her master. Now, though, she could be good for him in a way she'd dreamed of for weeks. Show her perfect mate how she ached for him. Bonnie lifted up the covers, to move more freely, and straddled his hips, letting her eyes and hands wander.

Immediately, her eyes were drawn to Daddy's cock straining against the fabric. The young hybrid felt her mouth water at the sight. The desire to taste him overwhelmed her but she coaxed herself to be patient. There'd be time for that later. Now, though, she needed to remove that immaculate suit of his. Even though the thought of him fucking her fully clothed, while she moaned under him still clad in her maid dress, aroused her... the thought of seeing him bare before his baby made a possessive, primal part of her whimper needily. But, in spite of it all, Bonnie wanted to ravish this moment. She wanted to push her master a little more, eager to see his resolve to stay calm, in control of himself crumble right in front of her eyes.

As the bunny shifted forward on her knees, her sex slid against Daddy's aching length through the underwear, hips moving tortuously slow and teasing. Her ears and tail quivered, moans escaping her as she tried to stay patient. Forced herself to stay still and not move. It was hard but the anticipation of pushing the man under her to be more vocal made it all worth it. She did a quick job of undoing the buttons on his dress shirt, her hands caressing Mr. Oakes as she did so. Her nails left light, barely-there scratch marks when those teasing hands went down, to his abs, and then even lower.

Tracing the expanse of his skin, just above the underwear band, with her fingers, Bonnie licked her lips and asked, "Would you guide me, Daddy? I've never..." She grew quiet and her face heated even more, bunny ears laid flat against her white hair. Unsure how the older man would react to her sudden confession, blue hues flickered up, to meet the warm brown ones, her voice barely above a whisper as she said, "It's my first time."

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Edward fought all he could to stay calm but it was too much, now. Bonnie had to know what she was doing to him. That she was going to bring out a more primal part of him if she didn't stop. The thick, aching bulge in his underwear threatened to break the fabric as he dragged his shirt off, revealing his toned, bulky chest. While he wasn't as lean as some his broad shoulders, hairy chest and bulging biceps certainly put on a display of masculinity.

Even now Bonnie was still impossibly cute, her flattened ears making her appear even softer as he heard her confess. It was a blessing that hybrids could get so wet when excited or he might have been more worried about her inexperience. As it was, though, he trusted she would be okay. She'd have to be. It was too late now, she wasn't getting out of this room without him fucking her. He knew it. The pheromones in the air were just too strong.

"I'll show you, baby. Daddy's going to take care of you." He promised, reaching down to hook his thumbs into his underwear and slide it down. He sighed gently as he felt the air against his cock, no longer rubbing against fabric. It didn't take a moment for him to kick off his trousers and underwear, doing his best not to disturb Bonnie where she straddled him before settling and letting her get a good view.

He certainly lived up to the bulge she'd felt earlier, his cock almost looking less long than it was just due to it's sheer thickness. It was the kind of girth that promised to sate any heat-addled desperate desires and ensure to instill a new kind of ache that would quiet any ideas of begging for more. Beneath it his full balls hung, clearly almost always a little too full they had tightened up, instinctively ready for the opportunity to impregnate a hybrid in heat. With the foreskin rolled back the tip was swollen, the red color contrasting to an otherwise pale cock. Around the base was a mess of slightly trimmed but overall a little wild hair that was clearly graying.

With one hand on the base Edward moved it, eyeing Bonnie as he slapped the shaft against her aching sex to let her feel just how thick it was. "Is this how you want it first, baby? With you on top?" He asked, double-checking what she might prefer. He would take anything she chose and the idea of her strong bunny hips bouncing atop him was certainly pleasing.

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As his clothes were removed, a traitorous whine of impatience escaped the needy hybrid when she saw everything that had been previously hidden from her heated gaze. Bonnie had seen him bare-chested before but mostly from afar, shying away from even letting her eyes wander, linger on his physique in a way that'd have seemed inappropriate. It hadn't felt right to her, at the time, to look at the married man longer than necessary, anxious that, otherwise, he'd have noticed all the yearning hidden behind her innocent glances. Fearing that someone would've found out how much she craved her own boss.

Now, though, the influence of her heat blurred the lines of what was right and wrong, allowing the bunny to do what she pleased. How could she not, really? There was nothing holding her back; long-forgotten was the fact that Mr. Oakes was a loving husband and a caring father. The desire to feel every part of him, see all of his reactions to her gentle yet teasing touches overpowered it all.

When he reached down, finally freeing his cock from the strain of the underwear, her breath hitched. Her Daddy was perfect. Every part of him was perfect. She could see how ready his body was to breed the bunny in heat, how eager to fill her up with his seed... just the thought made her instinctively clench, whimpering at how empty she felt. With a deep breath and another shudder surging through her body, the bunny nodded eagerly and replied, "Mhmm... I'd love to ride you, Daddy! Please..." Her voice was breathy, eyes locked onto his dark ones as her hands slid lower, lifting up the short skirt and moving her completely drenched panties to the side, to feel and see Mr. Oakes' aching length against her cunt.

The young hybrid's palm slid up, caressing just below her navel, her next words a pleased purr, "I promise to be a good girl and not waste any of your cum." As she leaned forward, Bonnie bit back another moan, her hips moving on their own accord as she slicked the hard, thick cock standing up in attention with the juices of her arousal, the older man's dick sliding along her folds. The movement of her hips quickened, eliciting a loud moan when her throbbing clit ground just right along the ridge of his cock. Bonnie felt almost feverish now, every part of her tender and aching to feel him press inside her. But she also wanted to be caressed by her mate directly, desiring as much skin-on-skin contact as she could get. Prepare her for what was about to come. At least her instincts told her so, encouraging the usually shy bunny to present herself to Daddy.

In spite of how much she didn't want to slow the movement of her hips, she did so. Not letting herself overthink or be self-conscious about her body, Bonnie's hands did a quick job of untying the ever-present white ribbon, just above her behind, on the ruffled apron. Carelessly throwing the unneeded garment aside, she reached for her skirt next, fingers gently holding onto it and lifting it up in one fluid motion. Once the black dress was pulled off, it joined the apron on the floor, leaving the bunny only in her white lace panties, paired with a matching garter belt and a pair of stockings. She'd forgone wearing a bra in the morning since her breasts got slightly bigger and tender during the preheat days, making her endowed forms even more alluring. Shyly, she reached down, to her garter belt and then stockings, fingers tracing the lace parts on them as she asked, "Would you like me to leave them on, Daddy?"

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"You can ride me all you like Bonnie, I promise," He replied quickly as he saw the lust in her tone and quickly shifted his eyes lower to watch her teasing. "Good bunny. You better not waste a drop. I want every single bit to go to breeding my little girl," He growled, assertively, feeling a sense of possessiveness and need towards Bonnie that he never had before. He had to breed her, it was more than a desire it was every bit of his nature.

As she teased him he felt his already long, thick cock growing more than he'd ever felt it swell before. The hardness was overwhelming with a natural demand that could only be satisfied by Bonnie's cunt. He knew it without thinking, already so utterly certain that it was only her that could sate him now. The sight of her bare and presented was almost too much to bear but he just about managed to remain settled, watching and giving a heavy, breathy nod. "Keep them on, baby."

With that, he looked up and bit his lip as he felt his cock swell even further. The scent of her was so strong in the air he nearly moved to pin her and take her but he couldn't do that to Bonnie, not yet. He needed the poor, soft bunny to get used to his cock in her own time and he knew already just how badly it was certain to stretch her small, tight body. "When you're ready, baby." He assured, gently taking a grip at the base of his cock and guiding it up, letting her see the full length of the thick, throbbing cock he needed her to ride. "Just rub your little entrance against it first and see how it feels," Edward encouraged, already deeply hungry to see her obeying and to witness just how excited that teasing would have her.

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Her shy smile turned bright and eager when Daddy replied, his voice thick with lust and unhidden desire towards the sweet bunny straddling him. Bonnie bit her lip and wiggled impatiently, her scent growing even sweeter from excitement at the way he looked at her, approval in his heated gaze plain as day. Just the knowledge of how much he wanted her, too, erased all of her previous anxiousness about not being enough for her mate.

As inexperienced as she was with men, her instincts gently nudged her to follow everything her mate would say to her, certain that Mr. Oakes would take care of her every need. With a nod and a bite to her plush lips, the young hybrid let her hands wander, exploring the older man's firm physique. Fingers trailing over his strong arms until they reached his hand, she gripped at the base of his cock as gently as he had. "Daddy's cock is so big..." The breathy praise was almost a whisper, said mostly to herself as the innocent blues looked down, pressing her sex firmly against his length, ravishing in the sight of a barely-there twitch it gave at the contact.

Bonnie's palm stroked him before sinking lower on her knees. As she rubbed her entrance against the head of Daddy's cock, a barely-there whimper escaped her parted lips and her breathing grew heavier. She couldn't help but shudder in anticipation of how perfectly her master's cock would stretch her tight cunt, claiming her as his mate. Another slide of bunny's needy slit against his throbbing length had her mewling, the sound primal and full of need.

The distinct, obscenely wet sounds filled the room soon after, followed by a surprised gasp when she felt the juices of her arousal slowly trickling down her inner thighs. Bonnie had never been so aroused, so wet before. Her body was no longer craving to take it slow and steady, it seemed. Not that it was even possible for her to take it any longer. Meeting her daddy's ravishing gaze, the hybrid didn't break their eye-contact even when she sank lower for a long moment, her walls clenching slightly around the tip, no longer satisfied with the teasing. She wanted more. "Daddy, can I...? I want..." Her voice breaking off into a moan, she was almost panting from the strain to hold still, craving to hear his gentle yet assertive voice.

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Despite not being a particularly egotistical man, Edward did know he was big where it counted. That knowledge was nothing compared to the gratification that came with Bonnie's praise. It was clear she adored it and that even if she was inexperienced she understood just how much he had to give her.

Any thoughts slipped away when he felt her entrance against him, forcing a low growl that turned into a hungry moan as he felt slick wetness that put to shame all else he'd ever felt. Even just at that brief moment, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that she would put to shame all past lovers and any potential future ones. Nothing was going to measure up to her body, her softness and her lust.

Alongside the feeling the sheer sound of her was enough that it quickened his breathing, making his mind swim as he tried to focus and think but simply couldn't, staring right into Bonnie's eyes as she rubbed herself against him. "You can, baby. Take daddy's cock in your tight little pussy and let me breed you," Edward encouraged, needing to feel it just as desperately as she did.

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Not halting her movements, the needy bunny continued to rub her slick entrance against the head of her daddy's cock, enjoying the look of desire that clouded his usually warm brown hues. At his reply, a noise of pure delight escaped her lips with a moan, the sound of it similar to a purr, more than happy to know how affected the man was by her. It was all her: her pheromones, scent, touch... his current state of desperate need to breed his maid in heat was all because of her. And, instead of feeling guilty about leading him astray, luring him in with her pheromones, she felt happy. Delighted to know that he was fully hers until this all would end.

Once Bonnie lined him up and lowered herself onto his hard length, she shuddered as the head of his cock stretched her open as she sank further down. Her eyes closed in pure bliss and lips parted, the quiet whimpers getting louder as she fought for control of her own body. She wanted to savor this sensation. It was incredible to be filled like this after craving for her master for so long, and for a moment she forgot about everything else but them, concentrating on the feeling of fullness that sated her primal hunger. As the bunny sank down on him slowly, at her own pace, she couldn't help but clench lightly at the sensation of her walls stretching around him, her body weeping at the sheer pleasure of finally being filled.

As the young hybrid planted her hands on his abdomen, palms running over his abs up and down before settling lower, she began to move. Her usually bright blues were reduced to thin rings of color, her eyes dark and pupils blown wide when she looked down at the older man. "Ahn, you're perfect, Daddy... you're so... you fill me up so good," her words were getting more and more breathy, primal sounds leaving her instead of familiar human language. Rocking herself once, twice, Bonnie whimpered and, without noticing it, scratched at Mr. Oakes' skin almost possessively, the animalistic instinct to mark up her mate overriding her gentle nature.

She could feel her mind slipping into the haze of her heat, and wanted nothing more than to be bred by her beloved Daddy.

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When Edward thought his mind could be no more addled by the intensity of Bonnie he felt it slipping again. Seeing her so ready and hungry woke up the deepest, animal parts of his nature and made him bite down hard on his lip. If he hadn't been so determined to be good to her he would have simply squeezed those soft curvy hips and forced her to bury that tight cunt on his cock without a second thought. There was still a strong urge to break and breed the bunny like he knew her sensitive body craved.

In that shared moment, he moaned and growled with her, making raw, guttural sounds of lust as he knew she would only have moments to give him what he needed. Just as her body clenched his throbbed, swelling particularly hard and forcing her to stretch further. Even her tears did nothing to dissuade him if anything just satisfying him with the knowledge he was so overwhelming to her.

Fortunately, she settled soft hands kept him still, letting him stay and simply focus on those lust-addled eyes, her words, and the feeling of her massaging her cunt with his cock. "You're daddy's perfect tight baby. Soon you can really feel me filling you when I spill all the seed I have inside your body and breed you," He promised her, having utterly lost himself to the pheromones he now needed to breed her as badly as he needed to breathe. Despite the way they broke the skin her scratches went unnoticed, Edward being far too focused on the pleasure.

"Be a good bunny and bounce those little hips, I know how good you're going to be at riding daddy's fat cock," He encouraged hungrily, unable to settle himself with her gentle rocking and knowing that if she didn't bounce he would soon thrust his hips.


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Charles was not unaware of the little glimmer in the corner of Beatrice's eye, nor of the way her breath hitched in her chest. It was not something to comment on, however, and he still led her to the small dining hall while she blinked it away.

"They are helpful," he agreed, while Beatrice spoke openly about the possibility of marriage. He watched as spoke on, covering the contract and what rumors she'd heard. Rumors that were, in this case, accurate. Charles watched her patiently until she got to the end of her question, his expression guarded and hard to read. She had gone rather far... but he didn't necessarily mind. It was easier than speaking around the truth.

"Yes," he confirmed. "If you are to bear my children, then legally speaking we must be wed first. Given the power in your blood, I am distinctly tempted to do exactly that." It wasn't quite a promise. If Beatrice was troublesome or showed some other negative traits, then it was possible he'd abandon the plan, but so far she was showing great promise. He let his piercing gaze rest against her for a protracted moment.

"Tell me, Beatrice. Is that what you hope, or do you maintain expectations of escape and freedom?" It was hardly a question she'd answer honestly, but Charles was good at spotting a liar. He hoped he could see the truth of her answer.

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Beatrice stayed silent for a moment after she had finished speaking, gazing up at him in an attempt to read his facial expression... but there was nothing she could see that would tell if what she said was angering him. She nearly breathed out a sigh of relief as he confirmed her question, though knowing it was because of the power of her blood stung a little, if she was being perfectly honest with herself. "I see, well thank you for being honest with me."

His gaze seemed to bore right into her soul as he looked down at her, her eyes never leaving his as she did her best to answer his question honestly. "My lord, of course I wish for freedom. Who wouldn't, when faced with being a slave for the rest of one's life? But if I had to choose between this life and the life that I led before, I would choose this one in a heartbeat. I am the daughter of a mistress, one who never married her master but instead bore him three children out of wedlock. The mistress of the house always made sure I knew my place, even as I was legitimized. But here, I have a chance of being something better than I was, if you'll allow me to..."

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Even Charles' careful eye couldn't catch the hint of a lie in her words. She was being forthright, even agreeing that she would prefer freedom if it were an option, and he appreciated that. He was not so foolish that he imagined she wanted this life, but agreeing to it was sufficient. So far he was very pleased.

There had only been very little space between them even when they were speaking, but the vampire stepped forward to approach even closer. He stood almost upon her toes, looming a head taller than her at least. At this range, he could speak very softly and still make himself heard. It was intimate, but imposing too. The stillness of a vampire could be startling. One hand rose and cupped around the back of her head, fingers sifting through her hair. It was a gentle gesture, though backed with strength. He held her like he was going to kiss her, or bite her. The two gestures were similar.

For now he only spoke. "You will have opportunity," he assured her softly. "Impress me with loyalty and diligence, and you can rise just as high as you desire."

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Beatrice's breath caught in her throat as she watched him approach, her breasts pressed against his chest as he stepped so close that he was against her toes. She looked up into his eyes, her own wide with surprise as she hadn't expected him to come up to her like this. Her eyes almost fluttered shut as she felt his hand sifting through her hair, it felt good to her. But what was he doing? She wasn't sure if he planned on kissing her or biting her, and if she was being honest, right now she wouldn't care which one.

"I... I shall do my best, my lord." Her response was soft and quiet, not quite sure what she should be doing. There was a part of her that craved the affection he was showing her, but there was another part of her that wanted to push him away from her. Why was she even debating this?

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"Good," he said, in the same, soft tone that he'd adopted since getting so near to her. He eased forward, slipping past her mouth and to her throat. For a moment he teased himself by putting his mouth to the blood-laden column of it. Every beat of her heart echoed in his lips until his mouth finally parted. His fangs found her skin next. They were hard and harsh in comparison, and impossibly sharp. The tips of them danced, prickling and threatening her without quite closing down.

She had time enough to withdraw or protest, but when she did not he finally sealed his mouth against her. There was a sharp little sensation that wasn't quite pain, and then a pleasant, heady euphoria rushed in to replace it. For Charles there was the warm taste of blood, which was sweet and perfect to his senses. It thrummed with the magic she held and though he'd only meant to taste her, he drew a deep mouthful with a snarl of primal delight. His hand drew her closer and he permitted himself a long moment of feeding from her.

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Beatrice gasped ever so slightly as he moved forward, feeling his breath against her cheek and then her neck as he placed his mouth against her slender neck. Her heartbeat quickened as his fangs touched her neck, but she rested her hands against his shoulders as she did her best to calm herself. Beatrice had thought she had more time before he would wish to feed from her, but she supposed that he must be thirsty. If she was being honest with herself, she was quite nervous about being fed on... it was her first time.

Her eyes opened wide as his fangs sunk into her neck, her hands gripping his shoulders before a sensation of pure ecstasy filled her body. A little moan left her lips, the feeling of his body against hers becoming more obvious as he pulled her closer, her breasts pressed firmly against his chest. "Oh gods..." Beatrice whimpered, her body becoming warm.

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Charles hadn't exactly meant to do it. Where a vampire was concerned there was a constant compulsion to feed. It was deeper and more arcane than simple hunger. Charles was old enough to have mastered the self-discipline needed to hold himself back... usually.

And yet here he was, drawing several sweet, rich mouthfuls of her blood. The proximity and her beauty had overwhelmed his self-control and giving in to his desires felt so damned good that he didn't even care. His body pressed tight to hers, squeezing her chest flat and letting her feel the solidity of his more masculine form.

He drank slowly, both to savor her and to avoid causing her any real harm. Even so, the sensation caused other appetites to stir. His spare hand, the one not cupping her head to one side, went from pulling her close to slithering down, collapsing her dress to her ass and then pulling her hips to his by it.

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His body was firm against hers, Beatrice feeling nearly every muscle on his chest and abdomen as he pressed her against him. Her mind was racing with questions that she had wanted to have answers to, but she was beginning to feel clouded inside her mind from losing blood. It felt so good to be near him, the feeling of him drinking from her causing her to feel an almost euphoric feeling. But that could lead to other things, she thought to herself, things that she might not want to happen so soon.

Beatrice let out a little moan, gripping his shoulders tighter while she felt his hand pulling down her dress from her chest. Soon she was half naked before him, her heart racing. Should she allow him to continue? Did she even have a choice in the matter. "My lord..." She breathed out, her hips pulled against his own while she felt him through his pants. "Stop... please." They weren't even married yet. If she did something with him before they were married... her soul could be dammed.

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For all that Charles was caught up in the taste of her, he did know his own mind. He hadn't meant to drink from her, nevermind more, and so he was ready to stop. That didn't mean he'd do so easily of course.

He pulled back. There was a crimson to his mouth that glistened, and dipped onto his chin. It wasn't much. "Why?" He inquired, a note of challenge in the word. He could keep going. She couldn't stop him, more than likely, and nobody would fault him. It would be such fun!

Even so, his hold was not quite as keen. He wanted to see how she answered... but, in the end, she was relatively safe for tonight. He had promised her a meal after all, and it paid to be a good host.

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Beatrice nearly blew out a sigh of relief as he released his mouth from her neck, though she did not like the tone of voice he was using as he asked her why. But she knew that she should tell him the truth, no matter how ridiculous it might seem to him. "Because I do not wish to be damned. If I do something with you before we are married, even though as my lord you have every right to my body... I could be damned, please consider my feelings in this."

She knew that this might not work, that he may completely ignore what she had to say... but she had to try. "And besides, I... am hungry." It was a secondary reason, sure, but it was the truth.

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There was a moment of tension between when she made her plea and when he responded to it, an then his head dipped into an agreeable nod. In truth, her request ran in line with his intentions. Agreeing with her was easy. "Very well," he agreed. He took a half step away from her, putting some space between them. His eyes remained hungry but they were not quite so keen and predatory as they had been. He took a breath to settle himself and eased back to the easy manners that he was quite capable of putting on.

"I shall. Your feelings are important to me, Beatrice. As is your hunger. Let me see about arranging for something to assist with that." Another slight bow, and he turned to a side door. She could vaguely hear voices on the far side of it as Charles spoke to one of the members of staff, instructing them to put together something suitable for his chosen bride. She wasn't that yet, but it seemed sensible to treat her well in advance of the formalities.

He was not gone for long, and when he returned there was a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. He took both toward the table, then swept out a chair for Beatrice before taking one himself. "Sit," he urged, though his method of asking always carried a slight note of instruction; a faint insistence. He poured wine for her, then for himself, and settled back in his seat. "The grand tour can wait for after you've eaten. In the meantime, drink. Talk."

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Beatrice visibly relaxed as she saw his nod in agreement, feeling able to breathe once he had stepped away from her somewhat. He still looked just as intense, but at the very least he was allowing her her beliefs. She breathed out as he spoke, a little smile appearing on her face. "Thank you, my lord. I am grateful for your understanding."

She watched as he left, listening as closely as she could with her human hearing. Her cheeks blushed softly as he called her his chosen bride, pleased that he was going to keep the contract valid. He was fully within his rights to refuse her, but the fact that he had listened and was being kind to her, it made her hopeful that things could work out.

When he returned, she turned to face him with a smile as he urged her to sit down. "Yes, my lord." Beatrice sat down in the chair he had pulled out, taking the glass of wine in her hand as he offered it. She sipped at it carefully, the taste stronger than she had expected. "Thank you, my lord. May I inquire as to where I shall be staying?"

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Charles took a chair near Beatrice, just around the corner of the table from her. His body was set in a lazy recline, one ankle kicked up over the opposite knee. His eyes did not stray far from Beatrice. Even when he sipped at his drink, he was watching her over the glass rim of it. He had no use for the nutrients or water content of the wine, and the alcohol did not really affect him, but he liked the taste and the aesthetic. That, and he'd drunk it for hundreds of years, and he wasn't about to change his habits now.

"I have a room set up for you. It is adjacent to my own, upstairs near the rear of the house. You can look out over the city, and there is a bed and a sitting area and so on. I'll show it to you after you are fed." Another slow sip of wine. From the corridor beyond came the sound of feet, which transpired to be a serving girl carrying a plate of dinner. There was chicken, potatoes, and a few steaming spars of asparagus. It was placed in front of Beatrice with a small bob of the girl's head, who then retreated after a nervous look toward Charles. The vampire paid her little attention.

"And what of you, Beatrice? What do you want or expect from your new home?"

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Beatrice drank the wine carefully, not wanting to become too tipsy and embarrass herself in front of Charles. She listened to his words, almost not believing that she was to have her own set of apartments within his home. It was almost like a palace. "Thank you, Charles. I am sure I will be quite comfortable." Her mouth watered as the food was brought into the room, having not eaten anything so wonderful since she had been back in her homeland. Anything was better than the porridge and bread that she had received whilst under the 'care' of the staff at the auction hall.

She ate a piece of asparagus as he asked her a question, taking her time to think about what she wanted. When she had finished, she turned her head towards him. "That I may be able to be at peace, that is the only thing I truly require. Anything else I wish to earn, whatever that may be."

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Charles' estate had played host to him and his various fledglings through the years, so finding room for Beatrice was indeed not a tall order. Finding her a prime location directly adjacent to Charles' own had been just one of the components of his preparations to acquire the witch. It meant that she'd be comfortable, but it also made it easier for him to keep an eye on her.

Peace was a strange request to him. It wasn't something he was sure he could promise. Charles lived in pursuit of social advancement and power, which was often at odds with a gentle existence. Even Beatrice herself made him something of a target, and it was not impossible that there were moves made against him. It would not be honest to promise her total safety from that.

"As much as I can ensure," he commented, diplomatically. "At least from me, so long as you continue as you've begun."

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Beatrice frowned a little as his words, though she understood that things might not be the safest... they at least would be with him. "Thank you, I suppose that is all I can ask from you. But we will have a problem if you try to lay your hands on me without my consent." It was a bit out of character for her to say such things, but she only had her dignity left. If she let him do anything to her that she didn't want to happen, then she would lose that too.

She stayed silent after that, eating the food that he had so graciously had prepared for her. Though there was another thought running through her mind as she ate, and it was one that she had to address before it began to eat at her. "My lord? What should I expect from the others I saw at the auction hall? I am sure I could handle myself against them, if given the time to practice my magic. But what are they like?"

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The words caught him slightly off-guard, and his brows lifted in evident surprise. The surprise gave way to a little amusement, curling up the edge of his mouth and glittering in his eyes. With a small nod, he accepted. Charles had certain interests in Beatrice and he would make little effort to hide the fact, but he was not one to resort to outright force. "You have my word," he promised. His voice was still silky and easy, but he sounded like he meant it.

While she ate, he took occasional sips of his wine and otherwise consented to casually regard her. The silence didn't seem to bother him and he saw not reason to fill it, but once Beatrice asked him about the others he was also happy to respond. He did so after a little inhalation and a momentary frown that dug into the space between his brows.

"They are as varied a group as any collection of mor---of people." He probably shouldn't call them ''mortals'' anymore, he supposed. He paved over the mistake with a smile. "On the one hand there are the Thran household, who are old and austere and believe themselves to be akin to royalty. They will act cordially enough, but do not doubt that there are plans behind their smiles. They are dangerous, and old."

Running an inventory of his memory of the auction, he moved onto the others he considered a concern. "The Darkstreets are thugs. They will try something, hoping that numbers and brawn will help them succeed. And finally Noss... a strange fellow. I couldn't tell you what he intends, but he was certainly interested in you. There are a dozen other smaller families through the city, but those I think are smart enough not to move against me. Us. I was not weak before you, and together we can be a force all to ourselves."

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For a moment, she wondered if he was going to refuse her and break the trust that was building between them, as she saw his brows lift up in surprise. But Beatrice was relieved that he accepted her words, not pushing the matter as he gave her his word that he would not touch her without her permission. "Thank you." She replied, finishing her meal in silence.

She listened as he told her about the three groups of people that would try and do something, sipping at her wine as she tried to figure out how much time she had to gather her strength. Beatrice blushed softly as he referred to them as 'us', thinking about what he had just said. No one had ever really thought she was much of anything, so for him to be saying they would be a force all to themselves was quite nice to hear. "Thank you, my lord. I am sure that given enough time, I may prove myself useful to you."

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She had a sweet blush. He found himself rather enjoying the coloration of her cheeks, the slight coyness that it spoke to. His reactions were hard to read, but there was an aura of satisfaction about the way he regarded her that shone through.

At her words he gave another nod of agreement. He didn't doubt that she would do exactly that. "You should rest first, but yes. Tomorrow night we will start you on that path. Are you done with your meal?" He nodded toward the largely emptied plate. "If there's nothing else you need, I'll take you to your rooms."

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She took a look at his face for a moment, wondering what sort of expression he had on his face but being unable to tell. He did seem satisfied as far as she could tell, which was a good sign. If he was angry, surely she would have known.

Beatrice finished her wine as he spoke, smiling at the thought of practicing her magic with him tomorrow. "Yes, I am done, thank you. I would love to get some rest, it has been quite a long day." She thought about the day she had had, feeling her bones ache from the cold floors of the auction hall. A soft bed would be just what she needed to recover her strength.

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"It has," he agreed easily. He thought back to the start of the night. For him that'd meant drinks and good company and the excitement of finally getting near to realizing his plans to purchase her. For her, though, he didn't doubt that it meant a cold floor and aggressive handlers. He'd just about killed the man who had slapped her after he'd won the auction.

Much had changed. More would continue to change. For now, the best thing was to sleep. He rose from the table and lead Beatrice away. They left through a back door out of the dining room and along a narrow passage, then up a set of stairs. Charles' room, and therefore Beatrice's adjacent one, was on the second storey near the heart of the house. They both looked out over the back of the property, which was a courtyard and surrounding gardens. Charles didn't get to enjoy them overly much, of course, but it was important to maintain appearances.

He showed her all the way to her door, which he opened to reveal a well appointed room. It was dominated by a bed, but there were a few chairs too. The carpet underfoot was thick and soft, and the rest of the room was built to match. Softness, comfort, and warmth were the overriding themes and it was softly lit. Through a door in the back was a small but private bathroom.

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Beatrice got up once he had done so, following Charles as he guided her through the passageway and up the stairs. Once they had made it to her bedroom, her eyes widened and she almost couldn't believe it. This was by far the nicest room she had ever been allowed to stay in, as her father had kept her in less favorable conditions compared to her siblings born to the Lady of the house.

"It is wonderful, thank you for allowing me to stay here, my Lord." She walked inside of the room with a smile, taking off her shoes to feel the soft carpet beneath her feet. It was lush, unlike the cold wooden floors that she was used to. She turned to face him, clearly exhausted but doing her best to still be polite. "If it is alright with you, I wish to sleep now, my lord." Beatrice gave a sleepy smile, unable to hide the effects of the long day that she had gone through.

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"Of course," Charles agreed, bowing slightly. He had stopped at the threshold, close enough to watch her run her feet over the carpet but not quite entering. Vampires were perfectly able to enter in without being invited of course, but he was bound by manners and a promise to respect her wishes!

"I am next door if you need anything, or the staff have all been informed to help where they can. Make yourself comfortable, and I will see you after sunset tomorrow." Beyond the curtains, morning was approaching. The house was designed not to let too much sun in, at least with the heavy curtains drawn, but Charles still felt a compulsion to rest. He was a creature of the night after all. "Sleep well," he told her at last, before closing her door and leaving her be.

Beatrice was left alone. Her owner, or suitor, or husband-to-be, went to the next door over and into his own rooms. They were equally lavish, though with several extra drapes to ensure that there was no risk of light penetrating the gloomy room during the day. His bed was still inviting and he lay in it, reflecting on the successes of the day until sleep stole over him.

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Beatrice was grateful that he did not enter, as she desperately wanted her privacy for once in her life. Even back home, she had been closely watched and followed by her stepmother's men to make sure that she did not disgrace the good name of her father. So it helped that Charles was allowing her time to herself. "Thank you, please sleep well, my Lord." She replied, before watching as he closed the door... finally leaving the young woman to herself.

She sat down on the bed for a moment, before taking her shoes off and laying her head down upon the pillow. It was soft, lulling her into a peaceful rest. Not that she could sleep, too much had happened and of course her brain picked this exact moment to make her think about it, but at least she could be comfortable. Beatrice wondered how easily Charles had fallen asleep, surely he must be tired as the sun came up over the horizon. Could she be happy with him? This thought lingered in her mind even as sleep began to overtake her, her weary eyes closing as she couldn't hold off sleep any longer.


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Safra hummed to herself as she walked alongside the wagon, loaded up with supplies to be sold at Ozryn. The town was only two days away, but this was the first time she'd ever left the village she'd grown up in. On instinct, she looked behind herself, no longer able to see her humble home. Her heart fluttered with both trepidation and excitement as she realized she was truly on her way to somewhere new.

Of course, she wasn't alone. Safra's father had died when she was a child, and her mother had succumbed to some strange illness only last year. However, she still had her step-father to rely on. He'd been in Safra's life for eight years now---no matter what hardships she might experience, he'd promised to always stay at her side. He was kind and protective, and she smiled when she glanced over at him, knowing he was doing what was best for her.

The two of them had paid a small sum to tag along with a caravan, knowing there'd be safety in numbers. The caravan only consisted of twelve people total, but bandits and monsters would still think twice before attacking it. However, as the day dragged on, Safra found herself getting exhausted. She frequently worked the fields to help her parents out at their farm, but that was different than walking on a road for twelve hours straight. It was a great relief when the signal was finally given to make camp for the night.

She helped out as much as she could with pitching the tents, but since it was all foreign to her, she mostly just waited for everyone to finish. It wasn't long until the sun had dipped below the horizon, the campfire and full moon the only sources of light left. A meal of bread and cheese was given out, and Safra sat with her step-father on a wide, jutted rock, grateful to finally be off her feet. Turning to him, she asked, "How are you feeling? We should get there the day after tomorrow, right?"

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Jasper Clovis was a good man. Quickly approaching his late thirties, a number that was damn near unheard of among the farming community, he still retained a certain youthfulness and joy about him despite the hardships the world seemed to foist upon him and his step-daughter. Wearing his simple tunic and travel pants, he'd made his way with Safra and done his best to help assist her in any way he could, all while juggling his own responsibilities.

Being part of a caravan afforded many benefits: protection, overlapping responsibilities, and companionship. It also meant looking out for other people and contributing in a broader sense. By the time night came, the modestly handsome, dirty-blonde haired man felt utterly exhausted. Looking thin and drained (and dirty), he half-slumped in place on the rock next to his step-daughter. Accepting the meal from well-worn hands, he began to tuck in with a sort of resigned patience. Chapped lips crunching dried bread, he replied in a voice hollowed out from the day. "Tired, Safra, but I'm okay." Forcing a smile, he reached out and gently patted her leg.

They were going to the city so Jasper could see Safra off to a well-heeled family, one that could afford to pay him enough to cover the debt on the farm and give Safra a good, clean life. A life of service, sure, but not the same backbreaking labor of the farm. In the end, Jasper knew, this move would be better for her, even if it left him without help and rapidly approaching old age for a farmer.

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Safra was glad that Jasper was holding up. Ever since she'd heard talk around their village that he wouldn't be able to pay off his debt, she'd been worrying about him, trying to work harder to compensate for the loss of her mother. It was only in the past month that he'd told her she'd be going to Ozryn to work for a wealthy family. At first she'd protested vehemently, not wanting to leave him behind all on his own, but she'd eventually acquiesced. Safra was going to miss him terribly, and she could only hope that the family she ended up with would let her visit him on occasion.

"It's cold," she commented, crossing her arms over her chest once she finished her meal. They were sitting close to the fire, but the fabric of Safra's long-sleeve travel dress was thin, barely protecting her from the elements. She reached into her pack and pulled out a dark cloak, putting her arms through the sleeves and wrapping the extra fabric around herself like a blanket. It was overly large on her small frame, but it helped provide much-needed insulation. "I wonder if---"

Her voice cut off when faraway lightning suddenly danced across the sky. They were camped by the edge of a forest, meaning her view was partially obscured by the tall trees, but she still gasped upon seeing a few streaks of electricity through the thick canopy---there wasn't a storm cloud in sight. A sense of unease immediately came over her, and she scooted closer to her step-father, putting her hand on his arm. "Jasper, did you see that?! Do you know what that was?!"

The other members of the caravan were similarly unnerved. The guards were standing up, their hands on the hilts of their swords as they prepared for a fight. A couple minutes passed in silence, and it was then that Safra realized that even the wildlife had ceased making any noise. Her breath sounded impossibly loud as she stayed seated on the rock, her eyes darting back and forth between the trees. Every shadow made her flinch in fear, and her muscles tensed as she prepared to run, sensing an approaching danger.

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The succubus' attack was utterly devastating and completely unexpected. There was no physical violence, no sudden rush of a bear out of the woods. No, this attack began with the overwhelming crush of psychic pressure. To men, the succubus was antithetical: the demon was an apex sexual predator, a corruptor---to the men, it inspired horror, fear, and the sense of impending doom. Many of the guards began to flee the sense, moving off randomly. Several of the merchants with the train simply cowered. The succubus' effected the women differently, however.

Some women began to moan in place, rapt in near-orgasmic bliss. Others fell to their knees, begging to please whatever the darkness brought. And still others seemed more-or-less unaffected, as if the succubus' attack wasn't happening at all.

Jasper, screaming, pulled his hands over his head and curled into a ball, utterly unable to react or respond to what was happening. The man was not a trained soldier, and had only the raw strength of a farmer. His heart was in his throat, his lips quivering, as he rocked in place---leaving Safra to the form that finally boiled out of the shadowy storm.

The creature that appeared seemed to be at the tail-end of a motion, as if he'd circled the caravan already---looking for the appropriate prey. When he spied Safra, it stopped and moved into visibility. Sleek and dark, with vibrant scales covering a perfectly human body, the incubus was a thing of nightmarish beauty---demonic, it was a terrifying mixture of bird, man, and otherworldly twists. With a face that might have belonged on an effeminate, beautiful, young body---albeit with twin spiraling horns, the creature sped towards Safra---clawed hand reaching for her. Intent on capturing its prey.