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He slammed in on the bar in front of the bartender and pointed at it. It was a map of the general surrounding area. Including a forest, a river, and various sprawling pathways to take.\n\n“Ruins. Treasure. Where are they?” \n\nThe Pitch-black wolf growled to the bartender as he demanded information. The bartender simply looked at the Warwolf and removed his cloth from the bar.\n\nHating the silent treatment, the Warwolf grabbed his sword and in the blink of an eye, sliced the barkeeper’s cheek. Not a deep cut, but enough to draw blood and to send the message that their head or hands could be next if they didn’t show where the ruins were. It was a message everyone in the bar received. The patrons that didn’t leave the bar slinked down into their chairs and didn’t talk anymore. The bar was deathly silent.\n\nAs a couple droplets of blood fell onto the map and stained it, the bartender glared at the Warwolf before pulling out an ink stained feather and circling a small area in the wooded area on the map. It was right in the middle of nowhere.\n\nLooking still annoyed, but maybe with a hint of satisfaction now that he got the map marked, the Warwolf put his map back onto the sheath on his back and used a finger to wipe off the warm blood that was on the top of his sword. He put the blood in his mouth and savored the coppery taste before sheathing the sword and leaving the bar. Much to the happiness of the remaining customers.\n\nOnce the Warwolf left the more crowded parts of the city, he drew his map back out and followed it towards the woods. Thoughts of torture and rape filled the twisted Warwick’s mind as he thought of what to do to that bartender If they were lying about where the ruins were. The Pitch-black Warwick was not known for forgiveness if he felt crossed.\n\nHe followed the map into the forest area and drew his sword. Various vines and toppled trees made it seem as if nature herself was bent towards not allowing him to access where he wanted to go. Although he was never one who liked to give options. He effortlessly diced and cut through the various obstacles without breaking a sweat or anything. Although the chopping didn’t satiate his deeply routed bloodlust. The plant life not remotely as fun as when he sliced that bartender’s cheek. Much to the horror of the onlookers. The memory of it and the sweet taste of the blood alone stirring something within him. But only faintly. \n\nAs he traveled, his bare feet leaving a trail as to where he came from, he followed the dirty path as his feet walked along the cool, dry soil. He enjoyed the cooling effect the soil had on his bare toes as his feet felt roasted by the sun bleached roads in the town. A cool, crisp breeze caressed the Warwolf’s mostly nude black body as he walked along the path. His brutish aura making any wildlife that came across the Warwolf quickly vanish into the nearby shrubbery in fear of their lives.\n\nHis glowing red eyes lit up as he saw various stone slabs littering the surrounding area. That bartender wasn’t lying after all. A faint excitement blossomed in his heart as the greedy Warwolf sped his walk up to a jog once he started to follow the stones that were clearly cut using tools.\n\nIt took some agility to avoid some primitive traps that whoever made the now dilapidated ruins left behind to deter simpleminded thieves and the like, but the Pitch-black Warwolf soon found his way in front of a locked gate. It looked like it needed various colored keys in order to open. Not feeling the need to track down and hoard the keys, the Warwolf drew his blade and struck at the various mechanisms. It took about fifteen minutes of striking the door until all three locks gave due to the unrepairable damage. The barrier creaked open as it allowed the Warwolf passage.\n\nHe carefully climbed the long stairway and kept an eye out for any of the treasure he heard rumors about. His feet gradually walking off the dry dirt as he walked on the stone stairs before coming to the platform at the top of the stairs. Elegant and complex carvings covered the floor as the Pitch-black Warwolf looked around for any sign of treasure or life.\n\nOnce the Pitch-black Warwolf walked into the middle of the platform two winged guardians appeared from behind some pillars. One was red, the other was blue.\n\n“Hey! You’re the one that broke into our home!” The younger looking red guardian yelled out to the Warwolf. Anger seeping from the red dragon as his shiny claws dug into the slabs of stone. Getting ready for a fight.\n\nThe blue dragon cautiously approached the Warwick for a couple paces. Not too close to him, but closer than the red dragon was.\n\n“If you leave mister, we won’t fight…?”\n\nThe Warwolf roared out and drew his sword as he heard the blue dragon try to reason with him. The force the Warwolf put into grabbing his sword made his loincloth flutter upwards as his flaccid cock seemed to throb lightly at the excitement of a fight.\n\nThe red dragon was the one who charged the Warwick first. Trying to claw at him with his feral claws and bite with his mouth. The Warwolf deftly sidestepped the dragon and slashed at his back. Using the tip of his blade to cut the red dragon from his left shoulder, across the spine, and to the lower right ribcage. The red dragon howled in pain as his back started to bleed heavily as his nerve endings by the spine sent overwhelming pain signals to the red dragon’s brain. Making him spasm as he laid there. His bladder losing control and the poor red dragon pissing on himself as he laid there.\n\nThe blue dragon gave an enraged roar as he saw his younger sibling so hurt. The Warwolf grinned and as his cock started to harden from the bloodletting, he put his sword back in the sheath as he gestured towards the blue dragon. Taunting him to attack.\n\nThe blue dragon couldn’t help but charge. Jumping to bite at Warwolf’s neck to quickly defeat him. The Warwolf seemed to anticipate this however, because while in mid-leap, he quickly formed a fist and punched the blue dragon straight into the ground. The feeling of a small shoulder blade snapping from the force in his fist finally giving the Warwolf part of the rush he was looking for.\n\nWhile the blue dragon was down, The Warwolf got his claws ready as he used one of his bare feet to pin the small dragon to prevent him from moving. He pushed his claws deep into the blue dragon’s side as he felt his small ribs slide against his claws and fingers. He ripped his hand out and left the blue dragon to slowly bleed as he was incapacitated from the broken shoulder. He watched ready eyed and terrified as he himself was forced to piss on himself while watching the bloody handed Warwolf approach his brother.\n\nThe Warwolf casually approached the red dragon as he sucked the blood off of his claws. He drew his sword again and slowly pushed it into the red dragon’s back before twisting it various ways. Making him howl out before the Warwolf put his blade away and sat on top of the bleeding red dragon. Covering his crotch and legs in blood as he sat there.\n\nHe made fists with his hands and started mercilessly beating the red dragon as he suffered on the floor. His flesh soon becoming more black and blue instead of red. The tortured dragon’s stomach forced him to throw up a generous load of stomach acid and blood as he tried to stay conscious. The stomach contents and piss mixing together to create a filthy bed of the dragon’s own making.\n\nOnce he got bored of the red dragon, he drew his sword and got off of the red dragon. He then thrust the tip of the sword directly into the red dragon’s forehead. He lodged the sword deep into the dragon’s brain as the creature immediately went limp. The Warwolf grinned wildly as he shoved his foot into the red dragon’s face to pull his sword out. He then sheathed the messy sword and approached the blue dragon. Trailing the red dragon’s blood against the stones as it dripped off of his legs and crotch.\n\nThe blue dragon looked up at the sadistic Warwolf. He gathered the last of him energy to make one last leap towards his brother’s killer. The Warwolf easily caught the blue and bloody dragon as he held him up and examined his chest, stomach, and cock and balls. He slowly dragged a claw over the dragon’s stomach before pushing a single claw into the stomach. Slowly dragging it down and watching as the dragon’s guts could almost be seen from the opening. The dragon coughed up a good amount of blood onto the Warwolf as he was carved. \n\nThe Warwolf didn’t want to let the blue dragon bleed out to death or die from shock. As he looked into the blue dragon’s flickering eyes, he grabbed his neck with his disemboweling claw and snapped his neck with a quick and easy end.\n\nHe silently dropped the blue dragon’s corpse to the ground after he ended the dragon’s life. He looked to the right and saw a glint of gold, but he scoffed at the riches he saw in a couple boxes. He laid down in the pool of blood and piss as he grabbed the blue dragon’s claws as he licked the dirt, blood and piss off of the dragon’s feet. He then licked in-between the claws as he licked the grime off in-between of the various feet the blue dragon had. Once the feet were all clean, he got off of the floor and went back to the red dragon.\n\nHe greedily pushed his thick, hard cock in the Red dragon’s ass as he started fucking the dead guardian. He groaned out in sadistic bliss as he raped the corpse of his attacker. His dick was shoved as far as it could as it could get. He didn’t care if he ripped the small dragon’s ass in order to get off, it would only make him more horny.\n\nHe eagerly fucked one of his newest kills as he could feel his bloodlust fuel his sexual hunger. He breeded the body quickly as he could already feel his cock leaking pre into the still warm body. \n\nThe Pitch-black Warwolf almost seemed like he was trying to wreak his rectum with how rough and how fast he was forcing his cock into that dead, tight little ass.\n\nHe fucked the body for about ten or twenty minutes before he couldn’t control his urges anymore. He had to orgasm. He relaxed his dick and let his loads shoot out of his dick and deep into the red dragon’s guts.\n\nAfter he finished flooding the red dragon’s guts with his loads, the Warwolf stood up and drew his bloody and gore soaked blade and repeated an incantation that he memorized. The two dragons slowly twitched as they didn’t come back to life, but they came back as… something. Shells.\n\nThere was a cracking sound as the two struggled to stand back up. The sound of the broken bones moving together and rubbing against each other as the blue dragon struggled to stand correctly due to his shoulder still being broken. And his head slumped over from his still broken neck.\n\nThe two seemed to not be able to speak either. They could groan out, but they couldn’t talk at all. They took what happened to them to the grave and beyond.\n\nThe Warwolf spread his arms out and laughed madly as he watched his two reanimated slaves awaken. Power coursing through his body as he saw his cum leaking out of the red dragon’s ass. \n\nOnce the Warwolf saw his two reanimated fuck toys followed him as he walked, he started leading the two out of the ruins and into the route back to the town.\n\nBy now, it was late night out. Most of the drinkers were back at home or sleeping off whatever mixes they drank. The Warwolf took the two to the bar he wanted to finish what he started with the bartender.\n\nOnce the three entered the bar and the bartender looked up to see the returning ‘visitor’. His blue eyes looked in shock as he saw the two reanimated dragons and almost pissed himself right there as he looked into the glassy eyes of the still mostly dead guardian dragons.\n\nWith a mutter of two arcane words from the Pitch-Black Warwolf, the two dragons leaped towards the bartender as they started ripping into him as if he was a trespasser in the ruins. Since the bartender was tired from work, he had no chance of dodging both of the dragons.\n\nThe Warwick grinned as he watched his two slaves viciously attack the bartender without knowledge or care of who they were attacking as long as their master was the one who ordered the attack. \n\n“Never leave a cut unfinished.”\n\nThe Warwick said as he proudly watched the two brain dead guardians maim and ultimately kill the bartender. The urge to ‘revive’ him came to the Warmick’s mind, so he did. \n\nWho knew, maybe he would take over the town? The inhabitants would find out in the upcoming days when they would investigate how the bartender who usually always at work suddenly went missing.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "During an altogether dry and uninteresting day in the tavern of Alrisa, various monsters drank alcohol and ate while swapping stories of various tales and exploits casually as the bartender who was a blue eyed white dragon idly ran a rag over the bar to appear busy. Even when there was nothing to do.

The peaceful, if not loud atmosphere almost immediately darkened however when a barely clothed Pitch-black Warwolf kicked in the door and approached the bar. The barkeeper looking down at the Warwolf’s loincloth as it only really covered his pubic area and the base of the Pitch-black Warwolf’s dick. His cock-head and fuzzy balls could be seen hanging under the loincloth if one was a shorter monster.

Without saying a word, The Warwolf reached behind him to his sword sheath where he had a piece of paper attached to it. He slammed in on the bar in front of the bartender and pointed at it. It was a map of the general surrounding area. Including a forest, a river, and various sprawling pathways to take.

“Ruins. Treasure. Where are they?”

The Pitch-black wolf growled to the bartender as he demanded information. The bartender simply looked at the Warwolf and removed his cloth from the bar.

Hating the silent treatment, the Warwolf grabbed his sword and in the blink of an eye, sliced the barkeeper’s cheek. Not a deep cut, but enough to draw blood and to send the message that their head or hands could be next if they didn’t show where the ruins were. It was a message everyone in the bar received. The patrons that didn’t leave the bar slinked down into their chairs and didn’t talk anymore. The bar was deathly silent.

As a couple droplets of blood fell onto the map and stained it, the bartender glared at the Warwolf before pulling out an ink stained feather and circling a small area in the wooded area on the map. It was right in the middle of nowhere.

Looking still annoyed, but maybe with a hint of satisfaction now that he got the map marked, the Warwolf put his map back onto the sheath on his back and used a finger to wipe off the warm blood that was on the top of his sword. He put the blood in his mouth and savored the coppery taste before sheathing the sword and leaving the bar. Much to the happiness of the remaining customers.

Once the Warwolf left the more crowded parts of the city, he drew his map back out and followed it towards the woods. Thoughts of torture and rape filled the twisted Warwick’s mind as he thought of what to do to that bartender If they were lying about where the ruins were. The Pitch-black Warwick was not known for forgiveness if he felt crossed.

He followed the map into the forest area and drew his sword. Various vines and toppled trees made it seem as if nature herself was bent towards not allowing him to access where he wanted to go. Although he was never one who liked to give options. He effortlessly diced and cut through the various obstacles without breaking a sweat or anything. Although the chopping didn’t satiate his deeply routed bloodlust. The plant life not remotely as fun as when he sliced that bartender’s cheek. Much to the horror of the onlookers. The memory of it and the sweet taste of the blood alone stirring something within him. But only faintly.

As he traveled, his bare feet leaving a trail as to where he came from, he followed the dirty path as his feet walked along the cool, dry soil. He enjoyed the cooling effect the soil had on his bare toes as his feet felt roasted by the sun bleached roads in the town. A cool, crisp breeze caressed the Warwolf’s mostly nude black body as he walked along the path. His brutish aura making any wildlife that came across the Warwolf quickly vanish into the nearby shrubbery in fear of their lives.

His glowing red eyes lit up as he saw various stone slabs littering the surrounding area. That bartender wasn’t lying after all. A faint excitement blossomed in his heart as the greedy Warwolf sped his walk up to a jog once he started to follow the stones that were clearly cut using tools.

It took some agility to avoid some primitive traps that whoever made the now dilapidated ruins left behind to deter simpleminded thieves and the like, but the Pitch-black Warwolf soon found his way in front of a locked gate. It looked like it needed various colored keys in order to open. Not feeling the need to track down and hoard the keys, the Warwolf drew his blade and struck at the various mechanisms. It took about fifteen minutes of striking the door until all three locks gave due to the unrepairable damage. The barrier creaked open as it allowed the Warwolf passage.

He carefully climbed the long stairway and kept an eye out for any of the treasure he heard rumors about. His feet gradually walking off the dry dirt as he walked on the stone stairs before coming to the platform at the top of the stairs. Elegant and complex carvings covered the floor as the Pitch-black Warwolf looked around for any sign of treasure or life.

Once the Pitch-black Warwolf walked into the middle of the platform two winged guardians appeared from behind some pillars. One was red, the other was blue.

“Hey! You’re the one that broke into our home!” The younger looking red guardian yelled out to the Warwolf. Anger seeping from the red dragon as his shiny claws dug into the slabs of stone. Getting ready for a fight.

The blue dragon cautiously approached the Warwick for a couple paces. Not too close to him, but closer than the red dragon was.

“If you leave mister, we won’t fight…?”

The Warwolf roared out and drew his sword as he heard the blue dragon try to reason with him. The force the Warwolf put into grabbing his sword made his loincloth flutter upwards as his flaccid cock seemed to throb lightly at the excitement of a fight.

The red dragon was the one who charged the Warwick first. Trying to claw at him with his feral claws and bite with his mouth. The Warwolf deftly sidestepped the dragon and slashed at his back. Using the tip of his blade to cut the red dragon from his left shoulder, across the spine, and to the lower right ribcage. The red dragon howled in pain as his back started to bleed heavily as his nerve endings by the spine sent overwhelming pain signals to the red dragon’s brain. Making him spasm as he laid there. His bladder losing control and the poor red dragon pissing on himself as he laid there.

The blue dragon gave an enraged roar as he saw his younger sibling so hurt. The Warwolf grinned and as his cock started to harden from the bloodletting, he put his sword back in the sheath as he gestured towards the blue dragon. Taunting him to attack.

The blue dragon couldn’t help but charge. Jumping to bite at Warwolf’s neck to quickly defeat him. The Warwolf seemed to anticipate this however, because while in mid-leap, he quickly formed a fist and punched the blue dragon straight into the ground. The feeling of a small shoulder blade snapping from the force in his fist finally giving the Warwolf part of the rush he was looking for.

While the blue dragon was down, The Warwolf got his claws ready as he used one of his bare feet to pin the small dragon to prevent him from moving. He pushed his claws deep into the blue dragon’s side as he felt his small ribs slide against his claws and fingers. He ripped his hand out and left the blue dragon to slowly bleed as he was incapacitated from the broken shoulder. He watched ready eyed and terrified as he himself was forced to piss on himself while watching the bloody handed Warwolf approach his brother.

The Warwolf casually approached the red dragon as he sucked the blood off of his claws. He drew his sword again and slowly pushed it into the red dragon’s back before twisting it various ways. Making him howl out before the Warwolf put his blade away and sat on top of the bleeding red dragon. Covering his crotch and legs in blood as he sat there.

He made fists with his hands and started mercilessly beating the red dragon as he suffered on the floor. His flesh soon becoming more black and blue instead of red. The tortured dragon’s stomach forced him to throw up a generous load of stomach acid and blood as he tried to stay conscious. The stomach contents and piss mixing together to create a filthy bed of the dragon’s own making.

Once he got bored of the red dragon, he drew his sword and got off of the red dragon. He then thrust the tip of the sword directly into the red dragon’s forehead. He lodged the sword deep into the dragon’s brain as the creature immediately went limp. The Warwolf grinned wildly as he shoved his foot into the red dragon’s face to pull his sword out. He then sheathed the messy sword and approached the blue dragon. Trailing the red dragon’s blood against the stones as it dripped off of his legs and crotch.

The blue dragon looked up at the sadistic Warwolf. He gathered the last of him energy to make one last leap towards his brother’s killer. The Warwolf easily caught the blue and bloody dragon as he held him up and examined his chest, stomach, and cock and balls. He slowly dragged a claw over the dragon’s stomach before pushing a single claw into the stomach. Slowly dragging it down and watching as the dragon’s guts could almost be seen from the opening. The dragon coughed up a good amount of blood onto the Warwolf as he was carved.

The Warwolf didn’t want to let the blue dragon bleed out to death or die from shock. As he looked into the blue dragon’s flickering eyes, he grabbed his neck with his disemboweling claw and snapped his neck with a quick and easy end.

He silently dropped the blue dragon’s corpse to the ground after he ended the dragon’s life. He looked to the right and saw a glint of gold, but he scoffed at the riches he saw in a couple boxes. He laid down in the pool of blood and piss as he grabbed the blue dragon’s claws as he licked the dirt, blood and piss off of the dragon’s feet. He then licked in-between the claws as he licked the grime off in-between of the various feet the blue dragon had. Once the feet were all clean, he got off of the floor and went back to the red dragon.

He greedily pushed his thick, hard cock in the Red dragon’s ass as he started fucking the dead guardian. He groaned out in sadistic bliss as he raped the corpse of his attacker. His dick was shoved as far as it could as it could get. He didn’t care if he ripped the small dragon’s ass in order to get off, it would only make him more horny.

He eagerly fucked one of his newest kills as he could feel his bloodlust fuel his sexual hunger. He breeded the body quickly as he could already feel his cock leaking pre into the still warm body.

The Pitch-black Warwolf almost seemed like he was trying to wreak his rectum with how rough and how fast he was forcing his cock into that dead, tight little ass.

He fucked the body for about ten or twenty minutes before he couldn’t control his urges anymore. He had to orgasm. He relaxed his dick and let his loads shoot out of his dick and deep into the red dragon’s guts.

After he finished flooding the red dragon’s guts with his loads, the Warwolf stood up and drew his bloody and gore soaked blade and repeated an incantation that he memorized. The two dragons slowly twitched as they didn’t come back to life, but they came back as… something. Shells.

There was a cracking sound as the two struggled to stand back up. The sound of the broken bones moving together and rubbing against each other as the blue dragon struggled to stand correctly due to his shoulder still being broken. And his head slumped over from his still broken neck.

The two seemed to not be able to speak either. They could groan out, but they couldn’t talk at all. They took what happened to them to the grave and beyond.

The Warwolf spread his arms out and laughed madly as he watched his two reanimated slaves awaken. Power coursing through his body as he saw his cum leaking out of the red dragon’s ass.

Once the Warwolf saw his two reanimated fuck toys followed him as he walked, he started leading the two out of the ruins and into the route back to the town.

By now, it was late night out. Most of the drinkers were back at home or sleeping off whatever mixes they drank. The Warwolf took the two to the bar he wanted to finish what he started with the bartender.

Once the three entered the bar and the bartender looked up to see the returning ‘visitor’. His blue eyes looked in shock as he saw the two reanimated dragons and almost pissed himself right there as he looked into the glassy eyes of the still mostly dead guardian dragons.

With a mutter of two arcane words from the Pitch-Black Warwolf, the two dragons leaped towards the bartender as they started ripping into him as if he was a trespasser in the ruins. Since the bartender was tired from work, he had no chance of dodging both of the dragons.

The Warwick grinned as he watched his two slaves viciously attack the bartender without knowledge or care of who they were attacking as long as their master was the one who ordered the attack.

“Never leave a cut unfinished.”

The Warwick said as he proudly watched the two brain dead guardians maim and ultimately kill the bartender. The urge to ‘revive’ him came to the Warmick’s mind, so he did.

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