Safara slipped through a small gap between two bushes, doing her best to avoid making a sound. Her nature as an elf gave her light feet, but she was no Ranger. A twig snapped somewhere behind her, making her jerk and dive behind the bole of a tree. The sound was not repeated, and she took a moment to try to calm her pounding heart before starting away at right angles to her original course, avoiding openings where the full moon could illuminate her and bending low to the ground to make herself less obvious.

  Repeated gnces to the rear revealed nothing, but she knew better than to assume that meant she was safe. With little spurts of movement, from one piece of cover to the next, she worked her way around the side of the hill until she could see light below in a clearing perhaps half a mile away. That was her destination; that was sanctuary.

  She had made perhaps half the distance without identifying any positive sign of pursuit, feeling like a hunted mouse all the while, when without warning something grabbed her from behind. Her heart leapt into her throat as she was lifted clear of the ground and a triumphant voice growled in her ear, "Caught you, elf."

  With a strength born of desperation she struggled to free herself, but she may as well have been trying to uproot the Tree of Memories with her bare hands. Her cries were equally futile, being effectually muffled by the hand that had been cpped over her mouth. In a terrible silence she was dragged back into the darkness, away from the clearing where her comrades awaited her.

  She was carried deeper into the forest, in what direction, she wasn't entirely sure. When she was finally dropped to the ground, she nded on a soft carpet of grass in a small clearing she had never seen before. But Safara wasn't interested in the scenery. Flipping onto her stomach, she tried to push herself to her feet, only to be roughly brought to earth again by a foot pced on her upper back.

  She didn't remain pinned in this manner for long; a belt hit the ground beside her, then rough hands reached down and, grasping her shoulders, jerked her to her feet. Her clothes were unceremoniously torn from her body, her attempts to preserve her modesty earning her nothing more than a sp in the face. Not a hard one; really more of a warning than anything else, but the shock of it distracted her long enough for her assaint to finish stripping her.

  Now naked, she was forced backwards, looking up at the dark shape which loomed over her. Golden eyes bzed out of the bck mass above her, filled with a hunger she had only ever caught glimpses of before. Her heart leapt against her ribs like a frightened deer, but his gaze held her in pce, unable to so much as move a muscle.

  She had wanted this, but the reality was so much more frightening than the fantasy had been. Right now he looked truly savage, far from the gentle giant she was accustomed to and much more like the monster she had opened her eyes to the first time she had woken up in his grasp. But that only made the situation all the more exciting. Even as her breath came in gasps and her hands shook uncontrolbly, a heat was building in her core and her body felt almost painfully aware of everywhere his fur brushed against her skin.

  She was ready for him; oh, how she was ready for him! But this was no lovemaking. She had asked for a rape, and that was precisely what she was going to get. Her wishes and her pleasure were irrelevant in this moment, and she gloried in the utter helplessness of her position, even as an instinctual fear pounded through her veins.

  Something brushed her pussy and she gasped, pulling her legs together and trying to twist her body away from him. His eyes darkened with displeasure, and rough hands pried her thighs apart, pinning them to the ground. She pulled at his arms, trying to dislodge his grasp, then when that failed, she spped at his face in an attempt to force him to retreat. One lightning swift movement from him, and she froze. Razor sharp teeth held her throat ever so gently, but she could feel the restrained strength in his jaws and knew how little effort it would cost him to close them upon her throat, and her life.

  Satisfied she had been sufficiently cowed, he released his hold, licking away a drop of blood where an ivory fang had broken the skin, and returned his attention to her nether regions. She swallowed hard. To be reminded of her helplessness and fragility in such a primal way was almost too much; she felt dizzy with the intensity of it.

  There was another prodding at her pussy, but this time she was helpless to do more than flinch. Raising her head, she watched in fascination as his cock, thick and red and oh so hot against her skin, parted her pussy lips and began to bury itself deep into the passage beyond. Her virgin tightness stopped him before he had much more than his head inside her, but she knew he wouldn't give up that easily.

  Nor did he. With short but punishing thrusts he forced her to take him deeper, impaling her further with each passing second. Her head fell back and her mouth opened in a soundless scream at the sensation of being stretched so thoroughly, pain and pleasure shooting up her spine with each thrust until she couldn't tell where one stopped and the other began.

  Like steel bands on her thighs, his hands held her in pce, leaving her with nowhere to go as his cock stretched her impossibly wide. With every thrust she was certain the next would split her apart, but somehow her body was convinced to make a little more room each time. As from afar she heard her own cries being ripped from her throat with his every movement, but the monster invading her pussy demanded every iota of her attention with its sheer brutish maleness.

  She hardly noticed when he came up against her womb and only became aware of it at all because that was when he paused. With an effort she managed to raise her head enough to look down between the swells of her breasts to where she was being so thoroughly stuffed, and her eyes widened as she realized what the noticeable bulge in her stomach was. It might have been just her imagination, but she thought it seemed to pulse angrily as she looked at it, as though eager to continue plundering her newly conquered hole. The thought made another shudder run through her.

  Then he began to pull back, and everything went white. There was no way to describe the exquisite agonies of pleasure his withdrawal inflicted, but Safara was vaguely aware she was coming around him, her passage clenching down in a vain effort to halt his retreat. He paused again once almost fully outside her, but only for a moment. A long irresistible stroke again filled her beyond imagining, and close upon its heels came the wonderful, terrible withdrawal.

  While at first his movements could almost be described as leisurely, every new thrust came a little faster than the previous until his hips were nearly a blur, her womb long since bludgeoned open and stretching around his cock just like the rest of her passage. She could no longer think, could hardly breathe for moaning, and still that beautiful cock continued to scoop out her insides, leaving nothing behind but molten white-hot pleasure. Even the pain of being stretched so obscenely only added to the sea of ecstasy in which she was drowning, the triumphant gleam of those golden eyes that loomed over her pleasure-wracked body her only lifeline.

  "I'm going to breed you, elf," he growled, the words coming to her through a haze. "Here - it - comes!"

  Warmth exploded in her depths, forcing her to still greater heights of pleasure at the sensation of being bred, of being forced to carry his child whether she wanted to or not. Her hands tore up fistfuls of grass, her hips jerking upwards involuntarily in an instinctual attempt to get him as deep as possible; to ensure her own breeding. The hard bulb at the base of his cock ground punishingly against her clit, sending sparks across her vision, and borne on the waves of ecstasy, she lost all sense of pce and time.

  She wasn't sure how long it took her to regain coherency, but when she finally came back to herself she was lying in the warm embrace of her assaint. Raising her head, she sought out and received a gentle kiss. The loving gesture was the final drop in a full cup of happiness, and she could not help but let out a contented little sigh.

  Fenrir chuckled, the sound rumbling deep and low in his chest. "I take it that was everything you wanted, then?"

  "Everything and more besides. I never imagined it could feel like that. I can't feel my legs right now, but it was so worth it." She id her head against his chest, listening to the measured beating of his heart. "Am I really pregnant now?"

  "Technically speaking, no, not yet, but you will be. You can count on that." There was a smile in his voice. She raised her head again, a question on her lips, but he forestalled her. "It takes a little time, that's all. This round of sex is the round that will have done it."

  "Will- have- done it." Safara shook her head a little. "You just had to put that in the most confusing way possible, didn't you?"

  He ughed again. "I have faith in your ability to unravel the intricate byrinth of my terminology."

  She spped at his chest. "Now you're just doing it on purpose."

  "...Maybe." He grinned down at her, and she couldn't quite suppress an answering smile.

  "...Still, pregnant, huh?" She reached down to run a hand over her stomach.

  "I knew you wanted children, so I figured there was no harm in going ahead and impregnating you now, especially since being forcibly bred would only make the experience all the more intense, not to mention memorable. Your children will be elves, just like you, although there'll probably be only one child per conception, considering that elves are so notoriously infertile."

  "Really?" Safara asked, curious.

  Fenrir shrugged. "Just my best guess. I don't actually know, but I guess we'll find out whether I'm right together, won't we?"

  The teasing edge to his voice made Safara's face grow hot, and she buried it in his fur. "I guess so," she mumbled into his chest, but he heard her and chuckled again, hugging her a little tighter for a moment.

  They y there for a while, just enjoying each other's closeness, but eventually Fenrir spoke again. "We should probably get back to camp. If we stay here much longer, everyone's going to start getting worried."

  Safara groaned. "Just a few more minutes..."

  Fenrir smirked down at her. "If I had a nickel for every time I've heard that... C'mon, I'll carry you back, so let's get your clothes back on. -Actually, wait, there's a stream over that way; let's get cleaned up first."

  Safara momentarily wrinkled her brows at the strange word, but then dismissed it as just being another of those things Fenrir sometimes said. "Okay. I do need it." As he lifted her in his arms and started off across the meadow, she gnced down at the mess Fenrir had made of her lower half, a mixture of her own juices and his cum everywhere.

  "That you do."

  Fenrir ughed as she blushed again, gring up at him. "Like you don't!"

  "I never said I didn't," he smirked down at her, leaving her with no recourse but to scowl at him until his amusement inevitably broke through her disgruntlement and forced a smile onto her lips as well.

  "You're such a bully sometimes," she sighed resignedly.

  He just grinned.

  After washing up and redressing, Fenrir started back towards their campsite with Safara in his arms. He estimated them to be about halfway across the ftnds between the Phoebe river and the Kharos mountains, and another few days would suffice to bring them in sight of the mountain range. With Safara having now fully recovered from her kidnapping and subsequent torture (aside from the null mark on her chest) and the region they were currently in being entirely deserted, he had thought the time ripe for Safara's first time. She had not been nagging him about it, that wasn't her style, but he had been able to see her impatience growing day by day.

  Thus, he had set up a sort of game for her. Taking her out to a point several miles from camp, he had instructed her to try to make it back before he could catch her. To incentivize her, he had promised a reward if she was successful; she would be allowed to make any one request of him. If he caught her before she reached camp, he would rape her. Of course, even if she won, he intended for them to py again until she did end up losing, and he told her as much so that she wouldn't think she had to pick between two different rewards.

  For their first round, he pced upon himself the double handicap of giving her a fifteen minute head start and binding around his muzzle a cloth dipped in a cloying, sweet smelling compound which made his nose useless in hunting her down. If she succeeded in eluding him, he intended to lessen the handicap by degrees until he caught her. That had turned out to be unnecessary, as even without the aid of his nose his tracking skills were nothing to scoff at, and his speed utterly dwarfed hers.

  So he had caught her and raped her, though they both knew it wasn't really rape, as her resistance had been entirely staged and his roughness almost entirely for her pleasure. But that didn't matter; so long as Safara was happy with the outcome, Fenrir considered it a success.

  Now on the way back to camp with Safara in his arms, Fenrir gnced down at her. Her stomach was ever so slightly swollen from the cum he had pumped into her, her pussy had to be more than a little tender from her deflowering and impalement on his massive cock, and her thighs were bruised a little where he had gripped them, but she didn't seem to mind any of the pain. Rather, she couldn't seem to keep a happy smile off her face.

  This was something Kira noticed instantly as they entered camp. "Looks like you had a good time," she teased.

  Safara blushed a little. "Now I understand why you like sex so much. It felt so much better than I could have ever imagined."

  "Well, we also kinda need it to grow, but yeah." Kira looked across the fire at Chellise. "Not that the boss isn't the best fuck we've ever had, right, Chell?"

  "Yep," Chellise responded, looking up from the little notebook in which Fenrir had inscribed his modified version of Morse code. She had faithfully studied it each evening without prompting, something Fenrir observed with approval. "I haven't had as much experience as you, but I don't care as long as I have Daddy. I doubt there's anyone out there that can beat him."

  Pcing Safara on her bedroll, Fenrir gnced around the campsite. Myrina was lying at full length and staring into the fire, trying to hide her interest in Safara and himself, while beside her Tsavani made no such pretensions and watched him with anxious eyes.

  Katari and Saeko appeared to be deep in conversation, which was slightly surprising as Saeko had proven to be fairly standoffish after the first evening. She was careful not to be rude, but Fenrir had noticed that she deliberately avoided sharing any details about herself and deftly steered any conversations started with her to inconsequential topics. Taking a seat beside Tsavani and allowing her to lean into his side, he listened in.

  "How many cns are there on the continent?" Saeko was asking.

  Katari shrugged. "I know of fourteen, but there may be more. My cn has always lived among the mountains to the west. There may be more to the east or north, I do not know."

  "Interesting. After the War of Succession near the end of the Turtle Millenium, many among the losing factions fled the Sakura Isnds, but I had no idea so many of the oni chose to come to this continent."

  Katari shrugged again. "I know little about that. Are there many oni still living to the west?"

  "Oh, yes," Saeko nodded. "They make up a little less than half of all the civilized peoples on the isnds."

  "What about the rest?" asked Safara, who had also been an interested listener.

  "Oh, there are various beastfolk, a few humans, though not many, and to the north a small cn of dwarves. They keep mostly to themselves, except when they're quarreling with the dragons that also occupy that portion of the archipego. Somehow they've avoided all-out war with each other so far, but there are some who think it only a matter of time."

  "Do you know much about dragons?" Fenrir asked. "I have as yet only had the pleasure of meeting one, and I would enjoy having a chance to learn more about them."

  "Yes; that is, I don't know much, but I can share what I know," Saeko said after a moment's hesitation. "What do you wish to know, Fenrir-sama?"

  "Well, let's start with the basics. Are dragons a numerous species?"

  Saeko shook her head. "If they were, they would take over or destroy all other races, but fortunately there is enough infighting between them when they are young that few survive to full adulthood."

  "Sounds like a brutal culture. What about the ones that do survive?"

  "They tend to stay within the bounds of the territory they call their own. There are exceptions; the st Demon King was one such, but few seem interested in world domination."

  "I see. I've heard the former Demon King's daughter is a dragon, but she can take a humanoid form. Is that common?"

  Saeko nodded. "Most dragons gain the ability to take a second form sometime in their adolescence. Some even gain more transformations as they grow older. It is said that the oldest dragons can flesh sculpt, and so have the ability to take whatever form they wish."

  Kira's eyes flickered to Fenrir at this; the news of his project with Nelith had spread throughout the succubi before they had left the castle, but she wisely kept silent.

  "Do dragons have any sort of unified culture, or are they all more or less solitary?" Fenrir asked next.

  "I believe they are mostly solitary, but I have heard of them gathering from time to time. I could not tell you why they do it, however."

  "Is it true that most are fond of valuables?"

  "I have never heard of a dragon that is not, but-" Saeko broke off. Kira had just let out an odd-sounding grunt.

  "Are you okay?" asked Safara. She was sitting next to Kira, and like Fenrir, had noticed Kira tense.

  "I dunno. I just had this weird feeling in my stomach, almost like... a... ...contraction..." She raised startled eyes to meet Fenrir's gaze. "I think I might be about to give birth."

  Instantly the camp was pandemonium. Chellise leaped up and ran around the fire to Kira's side, almost tripping over Myrina in the process, who straightened abruptly to avoid being trod upon. Questions were being shouted regardless of whether any answers were likely to be forthcoming, and there was a concerted movement towards Kira by the entire camp.

  Fenrir felt uncharacteristically helpless. This was something he had absolutely no experience in. The most he knew was that bor could st for hours and was usually extremely painful. He moved to Kira's side, taking one of her hands in his, and was rewarded by seeing the worried light in her eyes fade, repced by a tenuous reassurance.

  Saeko, perhaps sensing the inexperience of the rest of the camp, spoke up in a calm, clear tone. "Everyone calm down. Nothing's likely to happen for a while yet."

  Fenrir looked up at her. "Do you have experience with pregnancies?"

  She gave an odd little smile. "Not personally, but I have assisted in the delivery of a litter before. Things are likely to be a little different considering the different race, but I believe I am the most knowledgeable on the subject of anyone here."

  "Would you be willing to help?"

  "Of course, Fenrir-sama."

  Kira let out a little sigh of relief. "Thanks. It's a little scary, honestly; I barely have any idea what's going to happen."

  "Not to worry. I will walk you through the entire process, and we have more than enough help at hand. Now, the first thing we should do is start boiling some water. We'll need it to disinfect cloths, as well as..."

  Fenrir breathed a silent sigh of relief as Saeko continued to direct the efforts of the girls around the campfire. He had half hoped, half expected that they would make it back to the castle before Kira's pregnancy came to term, but it seemed that such was not going to be the case. Considering that, it was extremely fortunate that Saeko had decided to come along, as well as the fact that she had had prior experience with delivering infants. Strictly speaking, they might not have needed her, but Fenrir had no desires to take any chances with his first children.

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