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For an apex tyrant reigning over every known monster, Nox sure is a chatty fucker.
“You… have n-no idea,” He grunted, barely coherent as your tight pussy gripped his thick shaft. You could feel him getting harder than he’d ever been. Which says a lot since he started ‘training’ you the moment you surrendered yourself to him in exchange for your fellow Hunters and Huntresses’ lives. What precious few remains after that night, anyway. “How much I love sliding my big cock so deep in your little fuckhole, Huntress. So wet and nasty for me. And I know - fuck! Still so tight! - how much you love it too, don’t you, my Huntress?”
Nox laughs. It’s a deep and possessive thing. Your whole body throbbed with desperate, filthy need. Your cunt continue to clench so tightly around his swollen hard cock. Pulling him deep inside your womb. It’s dirty. It’s wrong against everything you were taught, but your legs spread farther, making you moan in pleasure. Loving how he hits all the right spots.
You tried to look away once. Back when he had you chained up in your own dungeons beneath your own castle. Dungeons meant for monsters like him, but he immediately turned them into a den of depravity. His own little ‘love nest’. But the moment you dare to break eye contact mid fucking - imagining that it was someone, anyone else that’s rutting into you - Nox snarls. You feel his hand under your chin to tilt your head up and meet his gaze. The firm pressure is just enough to not hurt you, but to stop your struggling. He then stopped pounding you and instead pulled you onto his lap, kissing you like a beast. You groaned as his huge tongue shoved down your throat while his heavy knot claimed you over and over again. Drool and cum spilled from your holes as you helpless moan.
“Look at me, Huntress, I want - no - need to see your eyes as I breed you.” Nox’s rough voice is heavy with lust and something else while you panted. Your tits heaving with heavy breaths from that searing kiss. It made you squeeze down on what’s inside of you, but you can’t let him win.
“It won’t… work! You as good as poisoned my body with those aphrodisiacs.” You spat in his face but let out a startle whine when his hips resume fucking you. You tried gripping onto the chains on your arms to hoist yourself up, but he simply yanked you again.
“If it did, this soft body of yours would’ve rotted from the inside out. But it didn’t. Why is that? Does my clever Huntress know?”
His thrust speeds up before you could make a futile attempt to kick him.
“A-Ah! Stop - no more!“ The pleasure was just too much! How many times did you cum already? How many times did he? And your body continues to crave every bruising grip, every crushing kiss, and every sweet nothings coated in mockery afterwards.
“Aww, we both know you can take more of me, Huntress. After all, I’m going to put my cub in your belly.” Nox grunts. He’s close to losing himself. “No amount of aphrodisiacs could poison the fertile womb of an heiress of the last Druid clan after all.”
You gasp. That little piece of info cut through the hazy cloud of lust and pleasure in your mind. Is he bluffing or telling the truth? The great warriors who are your ancestors slayed many monsters in the past; the combination of Nature’s Blessing and combat prowess made them formidable, but what set you and them apart is magic. Or the lack of in your case. You couldn’t talk to animals, but you can sense their emotions. You can’t command vines to attack your enemies, but you know just by instinct which plants are poisonous and which are not. You took whatever scrap that was handed through countless lineages and became the leader of monster killers against all odds. But a fertile womb? That doesn’t —
You whimpered when Nox smack your ass; pain and pleasure sending thrills down your spine. Greedy monster. He hates it when your attention isn’t on him.
“You didn’t think I wouldn’t be keeping a close eye on you from the moment we met, did you? Oh, Huntress. You were more of a beast than I was. Swinging that sword of yours without any prejudice. Beheading every wolf that you saw; even the ones that were fleeing for their lives. I knew right then that you are mine.” Nox growls, shoving his face in your sweaty cleavage, drunk in your scent. You whimpered, flinching ever so lightly when he nipped your breasts. “My Huntress.” He rolled his hips and thrust hard inside of your drooling pussy. “My Mate.” Another thrust. “And the mother of my cubs.”
You scream as you cum, feeling him twitching and pulsing as Nox emptied himself in your body with a howl. You can’t remember how long he flood your womb but the wet slurping noise as the Werewolf’s cock slide out shocked you as much as hot it made your thighs tremble. His cum leaked down your legs, painting your inner thighs. Your lips were swollen from how ravenous he kissed you. You look like a well-fucked whore rather than a Huntress. Shame burns you from the inside out.
As you slowly come down from your high, trying to desperately grip on the last thread of awareness while Nox unclaps the shackles on your wrists, you can’t help but wonder how often the dominoes fall his way. How often does he stack them up just so he could knock them over again and again, relishing with unholy glee as the final piece crushes you? And if that’s so…
“May sleep drags you somewhere dark, Huntress. So you know whose name to beg when it hurts.”
You’ll make sure that last piece topples him instead.