‘Well, I can see I…’ Kira began and then paused, yanking the crop away from Corin’s squirming tongue.
‘Hold on a minute,’ she said, wondering, running her theory through her mind to see if it could be true. Then, placing her fists around her waist, she glared down on 210
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‘Just who are you running from, slave?’ Kira hissed.
Corin seemed to go pale, as though some terrible and dark secret had been unearthed and she was too frightened to let it be confirmed.
‘Tell me!’ shouted Kira, making Corin flinch, her eyes wild, her mouth forming half words, trying to air them but her reservations were too great.
‘Fine!’ huffed Kira, unbuckling her belt, unbuttoning her trousers, dropping the zip and then pulling them down, revealing her naked hindquarters to the captive.
Dropping back into place, Kira heard a startled gasp before the lupine was smothered by her humid sex. ‘Lick!
Lick or I’ll suffocate you, bitch!’ Kira tersely ordered, wriggling her loins on the buried face, her legs still keeping the woman’s arms under firm control, her inner thighs squeezing her skull in a terrible grip.
Looking into the eyes of the woman, Kira could see the joy in them, the pleasure in being so mercilessly controlled; forced to service another woman, to taste her, her very breath regulated by the results of satisfactory cunnilingus.
‘Tell me, Corin,’ Kira demanded, and flung the crop back in one hand while the other grabbed the woman’s hair and pulled it towards the ground, afflicting her roots as a further incentive to confess. The crop stung her thigh, then her hip, before continuing its random targeting of her legs with occasional soft slaps into her loins, these being the ones that gained the most wild results from her captive.
Occasionally Kira lifted a little, allowing the woman some much-needed sobs of air before she was again submerged. During these moments of reprieve Corin was offered another chance to testify her truths, but she 211
refused.
‘I guess I shall have to try other methods,’ Kira finally decided, her belly alive, her pleasure heightened to new zeniths of intensity by her new fledgling love of domination.
Leaning back, Kira aimed the crop, making Corin tense in anticipation and then melt as the woven stalk was drawn back and forth like the bow of a violin, sinking into her crotch, softly teasing her clitoris. Corin went more rigid than she had ever been under the lash, her body breaking into fits as Kira continued to play her womb, singing a song to have her confess this most lethal of secrets.
In mere moments Corin was almost on the verge of climax, at which time Kira stopped suddenly and lifted the shaft of the crop away. Corin twitched with tension, deprived of release, torn by a sudden and diabolic frustration.
‘Tell me who you are running from,’ commanded Kira, lifting up a little. ‘Tell me and I will finish you,’ she promised, bobbing the crop before Corin’s mortified eyes.
‘The queen! The queen! Now please, mistress, please!
Just a little more!’ she begged, so close to exhilarating release, hanging on the very lip and unable to gain it.
‘Good slave,’ cooed Kira, patting Corin’s cheek with a heavy hand. ‘Now do you want your reward?’ she taunted, swinging her hips, turning her crotch before Corin’s starving eyes.
‘Yes please, mistress… please,’ she snivelled. ‘I’ve told you what you want to know.’
As a response Kira settled back into place, putting the crop into its sodden valley and continuing the action. In seconds Corin exploded into orgasm, Kira dragging her through such bliss for a lengthy period, melting her sanity 212
with the ordeal of utmost pleasure.
‘Come on, slave, let me here you squall,’ she scowled, her eyes sparkling with intense glee. ‘Sing to me.’ The crop rose and then fell, stinging the woman’s genitals with a brief swat that unleashed an undulating wail. ‘Oh, much better,’ reported Kira, the feel of someone’s sorrow vibrating her membranes satisfying her demands. ‘Now, continue, slave,’ she ordered, the woman requiring little extra encouragement to continue adoring Kira’s sex. Her tongue spilled forth with zeal to suddenly have Kira holding tightly to the woman’s head, gasping as she weathered the rapture, denying her slave breath until she had taken her full measure and been sated.
Shifting back a little onto the woman’s chest, her breasts like pillows, Kira regarded the lupine, moisture across her face, beads of sweat flecking her suffocated brow. ‘Why are you fleeing the queen, slave?’ she asked, refastening her attire.
‘I don’t want to end up like my brother, mistress,’ she whispered, on the verge of a faint.
Kira shook her head disapprovingly but sympathetically. She understood the woman perfectly. It was her own fear of being the queen’s consort, for the loss of her fickle favour would be damning. Corin was smart, she had seen this terrible fate and was trying to avoid it. While Thanos fled Kitjana, praying that his queen unearth him, Corin was doing the opposite.
‘So you want Kitjana to find you, to win you?’ asked Kira.
‘I… I’m not sure, mistress. I don’t want to stay with the queen. Any longer and I’ll fall in love with her, I know it. But if I am Kitjana’s I’ll never see the palace again. Plus, she is mortal. I’ll no longer be able to stay as a ghoul, to live this life for all eternity. I don’t want to 213
die… my ancestors… Gaia, I… I’ll be damned if I die,’
she grizzled, afraid that mortality would prove her greatest threat. To live a long and luxurious life of perversity was adequate for most, but to this former paladin of Gaia, it was only a brief interlude before eternal purgatory from the wrath of the deity she had spurned descended upon her.
‘And what have we here?’ enquired a female voice, disrupting Kira’s turmoil beset thoughts as her mind raced to and fro, trying to find a way to resolve this predicament.
Turning on a whirl, Kira saw Ghrethekk jumping down onto the plateau from a ridge, the sound of her sisters close behind. The woman ran a hand down her leather covered breast and purred with libidinous glee.
‘Well, well, well, looks like my suspicions were right,’
she gloated, striding closer. ‘Little Corin backtracked.’
Kira arose and looked down on the terrified woman, the reputation of the Shadow-Angels chilling her soul.
Ownership by these lesbian harridans offered the same end as if Kitjana had caught her.
‘And now this little Gaia lupine is all mine,’ Ghrethekk growled hungrily.
‘Ours, dear sister!’ spat Tyorn, climbing over a neighbouring rock, her short brown locks damp with sweat from a long run.
‘Okay, ours,’ corrected Ghrethekk as Sesharll emerged from behind a plinth, the tall woman smiling quietly to herself as she regarded Corin.
‘You can leave her now, slave,’ stated Ghrethekk, absently motioning for Kira to step aside, treating her as nothing of consequence, as property that had fulfilled its function for its betters.
‘Others can win her?’ Kira questioned. ‘I thought only the queen or Kitjana could win the lupines?’
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‘Things change, slave. Your owners need hardly bother enlightening you when the rules have been altered. I’m amazed you were included in the hunt in the first place.’
‘In that case, I claim her for myself,’ hissed Kira, standing over her prize. ‘I found her – you were too slow.
She is mine.’
A flicker of a grin touched Corin’s lips, but she knew Kira was hopelessly outmatched and knew also that Shadow-Angels rarely accepted defeat.
‘Don’t make me laugh, slave!’ snorted Ghrethekk derisively, striding casually over.
‘Give it up, slave girl,’ advised Sesharll with a chuckle.
‘You may be a vampire, but we are Shadow-Angels. We’ll carve you up even without full form.’
‘She’s right Kira, don’t do it,’ whimpered Corin, well aware of the strength these women commanded, a po
wer she would be hesitant to face one on one herself, let alone three against one. ‘You’ll not stand a chance.’ She could be of no help; her collar stopped her changing form and providing assistance, and without a wolfen form she was just a mere mortal to them.
‘I am giving you one last chance to back off, Kira,’
Ghrethekk warned. ‘Queen or not, you’ll be dead in a second if you do not step away!’
Kira did not respond, instead she just steadied her heart and lowered her gaze, tensing her form, breathing softly, letting the blood of her heritage spill through her limbs, tightening the muscles. She could feel an itch in her fangs, the four incisors pushing forward, sensing the fight ahead.
‘Out of my way—’ began Ghrethekk, reaching forward to shove Kira aside and take what she wanted, but with a blur of motion Kira span, slamming her knuckles across the jaw of the woman, sending her arching back through the air to slam against the stone with a jarring crack that 215
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Ghrethekk did not turn immediately; she glared forward across the land, a trickle of blood seeping over her lip as her jaw shivered with inveterate bitterness. ‘Fine, if that’s the way you want to play it, girl,’ she growled, turning slowly to meet Kira’s gaze, her own eyes suddenly lighting up with empurpled radiance. Her flesh shuddered, unleashing the power of the Wyrm, changing her body, gathering muscles, claws and fangs, filling her female form with vicious unstoppable juggernaut power.
The uniform groaned briefly and became rags as she burst from it, shattering seams and letting the torn fragments fall from her. On taloned feet she stepped forward, flexing her new body, growling softly, her fangs winking in the dull light.
Kira held her ground, fixing the woman with a dead stare, letting her senses keep location on the others as they started to siphon in their power, charging their bodies slowly, building gradually to full form in case they were needed. They were being cautious, suspicious; a vampire did not challenge a lupine unless they had an ace up their sleeve.
Kira jumped forward, accepting the plunging claws of her opponent as they stabbed for her heart. A swat of her forearm connected with Ghrethekk’s, deviating the assault, letting it lance past, taking a nick from Kira’s shoulder and cutting the leather with ease. The severity of the thrust crippled the woman’s balance, sending the lupine forward a step and into Kira’s upsweeping leg.
With a dull note her knee sank into the iron muscles of the woman’s gut, the supernatural power behind it lifting the adversary from her feet, her breath exploding forth as a shocked choke.
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arm up and bringing it down, keeping the fist to her chest so that the elbow skimmed the brow of the beast. There was a flesh-muffled crack of splintering bone and the woman was fired like a shot into the ground, the rock shattering beneath her.
From her supine position Ghrethekk sneered and kicked up, her foot like lightning, but Kira was ready for it, her eyes flashing with power, her blood like quicksilver in her veins. Her gloved hands caught the foot, holding it in a grapple and with a sidestep and a raging haul she tore the woman into the air and flung her at Sesharll.
The other lupine had been closing on her back and was caught by surprise, hardly expecting Kira to have the brawn to hurl the titanic form of Ghrethekk with such might. The woman slammed into her comrade, stripping her from her feet and sending them both into a twisted heap of arms and legs, fighting to disentangle themselves, their choler making their actions wild and reckless.
Tyorn sprang, leading with a spinning circle kick that whistled through the air. Kira could almost hear the woman’s thoughts in her skull as she whirled to face the new onslaught. Almost without looking she ducked into a crouch, evading the maiming swipe and throwing her arms up, catching the secondary attack, for the kick was a distraction, one to permit this homicidal riposte. Kira’s hands clamped to the upper and lower jaw of the woman, the long canine snout being caught and held dead in the air, unable to close, Kira’s sheer vigour eclipsing that of the lupine.
With a twist she thrust into the ground, dropping to one knee, slamming the woman’s crown into the stone.
With a brittle note Tyorn crumpled, fighting to regain her equilibrium, her battle frenzy leaving her oblivious to the injury.
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But before Tyorn could bring her legs to bear on Kira the vampiress launched a hand up. Tyorn’s eyes caught sight of the gloved bludgeon as it reached its highest point, the light refracting the leather and the few dribbles of blood upon it. The werewolf’s eyes widened in shock at the sight and the fist descended with meteoric force before she could even react.
The massive displacement of flesh snapped the woman’s dense vertebrae, bringing a violent throe from her form as all strength drooled from it, a gurgle seeping over her spasming lips, the flesh curling back to expose sneering fangs.
Standing up Kira kept her eyes to the slack form, the lupine twitching, fighting to move as her body started to heal the grievous trauma. Without needing to see them Kira could hear the two women regaining their feet, regarding their enemy with berserker bile.
Looking calmly up at them, Kira smiled, revealing her fangs on the grin, her eyes trailing small particles of glowing bloody motes in the air.
Unable to admit defeat, the two women charged together with ascending roars of animus. Kira did not flinch, the ancient blood of her kind was in her mind now, and it wanted to rage.
Ghrethekk flung her claws forward, the razor-edged swords whistling past as Kira dodged, stepping aside to have Sesharll lance past on her momentum, deprived of a target by the nimble and impossibly fast sidestep.
Like a coiled spring Kira launched her head forward, the extended face of the lupine accepting her brow. Teeth shattered against her skin, the enamel fracturing before the wicked impetus cracked Ghrethekk’s jaw as well and doubled her up, casting her head low and straight into Kira’s upsweeping knee. Pain flared through Kira’s leg, 218
her muscles straining at their limits, the joint almost breaking from the sheer velocity it imparted to the chest of the lupine.
Ribs snapped like dry kindling, her chest cavity staving in, crushing her organs as flabby grapes before her spine was dislocated. Ghrethekk’s body made a vertical ascent, a stream of red pouring from her mouth, marking her rise into the air.
With her descent Kira pirouetted like some diabolic ballerina, releasing a leg and slamming the side of her foot into the broken form, sending it skimming along the ground to smash into a raised boulder.
Tyorn turned and charged, both claws outstretched to grab her enemy, to stop her evasion, to defeat the dexterity that was ruining them.
Like air she passed through the natural blades, weaving in and locking her arms about Tyorn’s head. A violent spin pushed her neck beyond all tolerance and shattered the bone discs. The massive form spasmed and went limp in her arms. Kira released the indolent mountain of muscle and fur, letting it collapse at her feet.
Curling her leg up she kept her eyes on Ghrethekk and kicked down, stamping into Tyorn’s chest, committing similar atrocious carnage on the fallen warrior. Tyorn choked a stream of gore and spasmed into unconsciousness.
Reaching down, Kira trailed her gloved fingers through the blood and delivered it to her lips. Painting it on as a cosmetic, she then meticulously licked it off and rolled her digits across her palate. Shuddering from the frenzied eruption of energy through her anatomy, she walked towards the fallen form of Ghrethekk.
Ghrethekk had sagged, her body unable to quickly heal such mayhem, leaving her completely at Kira’s mercy.
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The vampiress closed leisurely in, her arms flickering with bloodlust as the soft rustling crunch of re-knitting bone and healing flesh trickled into the air about the fallen amazon.
Kneeling before the defeated lupine she lifted the woman’s fractured jaw so she could meet her eyes, their red gazes locking to e
ach as Kira spoke. ‘Know this, Ghrethekk. Corin is mine. This disagreement is at an end. Next time we fight, it will be to the death… and it will be to yours.’ She arose to walk back to her captive; Corin’s eyes startled, her voice stammering randomly, unable to fathom how the things she had just seen had actually happened.
‘It’s okay, Corin,’ Kira smiled, touching the woman’s cheek as she remained on the ground, the whole sanguinary conflict having taken a few paltry seconds.
‘I’m here to take care of you.’
‘Bravo, Kira, bravo,’ applauded the queen, clapping her hands as she stood on a spire of stone, a bright smile spread across her beautiful features. ‘I knew it the first time I tasted your blood,’ she added, stepping casually off the precipice and dropping near to her servant.
‘Your majesty, I… I…’ began Kira, her thoughts running everywhere, unable to think of anything to say.
Was she in trouble, had she broken laws by almost killing the queen’s guests?
‘Who could have guessed that such a whirlwind of death could be swimming through these veins,’ the queen went on, stepping behind Kira, running her hands up Kira’s arms. The sensation made her shiver, wobbling on her heels, the touch of the most salacious of vampiress exquisite. It had been so long that she had almost forgotten it, her resentment hiding the sweet memory from her.
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‘You knew, your majesty?’ she asked softly, the hands moving in, pressing her against the form of the goddess, the queen taking hold of a leather-sheathed breast as another traced a finger down Kira’s fangs.
‘I suspected,’ she answered, embracing Kira as tenderly and lovingly as she had that first night. ‘When one reaches an age such as mine, you get to notice when there’s something different about the essence of mortal.’
‘You are not angry?’ wondered Kira.
‘Of course not. You had laid a just claim to Corin, you enforced your will as you did when attacked by that Asian pet. That was self-defence; this time you took the initiative. I’ve plans for you little Kira. You’ve exceeded my expectations, and I can assure you that it is no easy feat to impress me.’
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