"Dude, you're wasting your time. There's no point in focusing on the small muscles, you're still using your biceps when you're working your back." Bull, sprawled out on the bench resting between sets, tried to strike up a conversation with the snow leopard for the third or fourth time during the workout. Alex still ignored these attempts and continued to work his arms with the barbell, his feline face, as always, expressing nothing but indifference and roughly reflecting what was going on in his mind. Leopard didn't like to talk, but at the same time the bull's intrusive behavior didn't bother him, he just didn't care to be told anything. The bull had said his name was Mike at the beginning of the conversation, but Alex skipped over that as well. The ability to listen to any nonsense for so long without interrupting could have made the leopard a good friend, but now only his bovine interlocutor was using this feature, finally done resting and returning to the rack with a barbell placed there. 

"Not very chatty, are you? I mean, I want to help, I've been training here for years, look at me," the bull flexed his arm muscles, showing that he really knew what he was talking about. And he wasn't lying, the sight was indeed impressive, even for his species, which was already very massive, he was especially well built. The size of his arms was larger than the heads of most mammals, his massive pectoral muscles looked like shields that could protect his heart and lungs from any blow, and there was a network of swollen veins running over the muscle bulges, clearly visible even through the coal black fur. The bull obviously liked to show off and wore nothing but a pair of shorts, designed more for running than weight training, but making it clear that Mike was well equipped underneath. 

Irbis was a head shorter than the bull. He was also well built and quite muscular, but he didn't look like a mountain of muscles, especially since the thick white fur with black spots hid the physique and made the abs invisible, leaving only the outline of a broad chest. The leopard also wore nothing but black and red shorts, but they were loose and hid his legs to the knee, unlike the bull, for him it was not to show off but to escape the heat - his kind was made for colder climates. He saw no point in showing off his body, considering it a weapon to be kept in good condition, not a product to be displayed and sold. The bull, done posing for his single spectator, returned to the high barbell for another set of squats. 

"These aren't just muscles, by the way, they're a babe magnet. Have you seen the chick at the front desk? I fuck her from time to time, she's kind of fallen in love with me, but this..." - the bull put his hand on a noticeable bulge in his shorts - "... is made for breeding hundreds like her. So I'm just promising her all sorts of things, but I'll move on to the next one as soon as I get tired of her. Maybe even leave a baby bull to remember me by." The bull laughed out loud and finally picked up the barbell.

Alex's ears turned to his companion, as if he were hunting in the woods, stalking prey, and heard the crunch of a branch nearby. The plan took shape immediately, but it should not have been rushed. It was only the second set, most likely there would be a third, Alex had about five minutes to double check everything. Leopard looked around, the gym was empty - he always chose early mornings when it was not so hot and there were only a few visitors, he listened - there were no other voices, no sound of water or metal doors from the locker room - it was unlikely that anyone else was here, but if there was, he had to make it look like an accident. He placed his barbell on the rack, moved closer to where the bull was squatting, leaned against the nearest machine and waited, slowly sipping cold water from his bottle. The predator's face still showed no emotion, only the glint in his eyes and the dilated pupils revealed the interest of a hunter making his way to his prey. The bull finished his second set, sat back down to rest, and had noticed this behavior, but he was too confident and narcissistic to see any danger in it. 

"Oh, you heard me fucking someone and decided to take a closer look? Nah, man, not my thing, I don't fuck anyone with tits smaller than my hands," the bull paused, shifting his eyes to the leopard's pecs, hidden by the fur but still visible, "Fuck, you know what I mean. I'm not into guys. The best I can offer is to let you watch me breed the next bitch." The bull could clearly feel the spotlight on him, and he didn't shut up for the entire five minutes of the break. Meanwhile, the leopard's hunting instincts were working at full capacity, his keen senses picking up every movement and sound around him, but he never noticed any signs of intruders. When the bull finally returned to the bar for the third time and placed it on his shoulders, it was time to strike. 

Mike was obviously too cool to use the safety stops, so the leopard just took a few quick steps and kicked his foot into the bull's knee. A loud mooing of pain was heard and the pile of meat flew face down to the ground, followed by about four hundred kilograms of metal. First there was a loud crunch as the weight landed on his broad back, then the metallic clang of the barbell plates flying in all directions and at the same time loud footsteps from the entrance. Alex strained his ears again - only a pair of feet could be heard, and he knew who they belonged to. 

A few seconds later, a worried she-wolf appeared in the lobby doorway. The eyes on her gray muzzle widened as she saw the bull lying motionless. Pausing at the entrance, she turned to the cat standing beside him, "What happened?". Alex just stared emotionlessly at his new victim. He could have pretended to be surprised as well, could have called her out under the pretext that he needed help with the first aid or could have made some other effort, but he didn't want to waste any extra energy on the hunt. The instructions probably required her to call an ambulance or the emergency services immediately, the leopard knew that he'd catch up with her in a few jumps if she decided to go back to the reception for that, but there was no need for either. The bull wasn't lying, the she-wolf did have some feelings for him, and finally recovering from her shock, she ran towards the lying body. 

As she approached the bull, she immediately fell to her knees, putting her clawed palm to the muscular neck to check for a pulse, only to feel herself being pulled off the ground by her own neck. The cat approached her from behind, grabbed her by the scruff, and lifted her to her feet with a sudden jerk before locking her in a chokehold. The wolf tried to scream, but she couldn't get enough air in her chest to do so. Her attempts to break free were futile as well - the leopard was one and a half times her weight and much stronger. The wolf tried to kick the attacker with her legs, elbowed him several times in the stomach, but in her panic she couldn't aim, and the blows that reached their target felt like they were stuck in the thick fur, so they didn't cause Alex any pain. In a last attempt to survive, the prey grabbed the muscular arm around her neck to pull it away, but her strength was fading and in a few seconds she was hanging in the predator's grip like a helpless doll.

The hunt was over, after a short fight it was finally time for the feasting. Now the leopard himself checked the pulse of his victims - both were unconscious, but their hearts were still beating steadily. The irbis estimated that he had enough time to prepare. First he took care of his own safety - tied both victims' hands and feet with chains, fortunately there were plenty of such things nearby, found the keys to the hall at the reception desk and locked it from outsiders, just in case he also blocked the door with a broom hidden in the back room. 

Then he prepared the entertainment - he dragged the bull by his legs to the pull-up bar, attached another longer chain with a snap hook to the chains on his wrists, threw it over the bar and pulled with all his weight - the helpless body began to lift. It would have been perfect to lift the body off the ground, but Alex's weight wasn't enough, so he secured the chain with another snap hook, bringing the bull to his knees with his arms raised. Judging by the crunch of the barbell's impact, Mike's spine was broken and the lower half was already a mass of useless muscle, but just in case, the irbis also attached his legs to the large chain. Finally, the hunter used a rubber band as a gag and wrapped it around the bovine head so that he would not have to listen to the bull's useless chatter again. 

Then it was time for the main course - the still unconscious wolf. First, Alex wrapped the she-wolf's mouth with a similar band so that she couldn't chew on it, then he used a cable from the nearest training machine, a chain and a snap hook to make a collar and leash for her, which wouldn't let her move more than a few meters from her spot. Once the preparations were complete, Alex leaned over the victim, clawed at the tight white top with the words "STAFF" and the nametag "Dasha" on it, and with a loud ripping sound, exposed the attractive breasts. The she-wolf obviously took care of herself no worse than most of the gym's members; her body, covered in gray fur, also had visible muscles, which did not make her figure at all masculine. Starting at her neck, a white stripe ran down her belly, accentuating her prominent abdominal muscles. 

Her exposed breasts looked like they were made for a leopard's hands, and he immediately began to enjoy his new toy. Releasing his claws, Alex kneaded the breast with his paws, barely digging the sharp needles into the skin, then ran one hand down, leaving a trail too light to bleed and immediately hidden behind the silky gray fur. When it reached the tight black leggings, the cat clawed at them, ripping off the last of her clothing, along with her underwear, with the same cracking sound. The continuation of the white stripe opened up to his eyes, which went from her belly to her wide hips through her neat sex lips. The whiteness of the fur made them somehow especially attractive, beautiful and innocent. 

Alex stroked the fur a little more on the outside and then began to play with her clit. He tried to be gentle and careful, barely touching it with his claws, and in response the she-wolf made a sound that remotely resembled a moan. Hiding his claws, the predator slowly inserted two fingers into the female's sex lips, feeling her slowly become wet. Dasha reflexively tensed her muscles in response to the penetration, trying to either push him out or hold him in. He inserted his fingers all the way in, then pulled them out almost completely, inserted them again, and continued to rape his victim with one hand while massaging her breasts with the other. The stimulation gradually brought the wolf back to consciousness - she didn't resist yet, just moved a little, as if trying to lie down in a more comfortable position, and mumbled something.

After a few minutes, the she-wolf finally came back, her eyes drowsily opening and then widening in horror as she finally realized what was happening. The snow leopard removed his hands and wiped the juices left on his fingers on the female's face. She tried to fight back, but all she could do was struggling in her bonds like a fish trying to survive after being thrown onto the shore. Alex sat beside her, watching the helplessness and enjoying the horror in her eyes. Dasha wanted to scream again, to wake the bull hanging lifelessly in chains, to call for help, but the taped muzzle couldn't make a loud enough sound. After watching her futile attempts to escape for a little longer, Alex got up and walked away without making a sound, leaving her alone with her fear and hopelessness for a few minutes. 

He came back with a stopwatch, usually used for running but apparently adapted for interval training here, and dragged a bench for lifting, placed the bench next to the she-wolf, leaned over her again, and for the first time during the whole time he was in the gym, spoke, nodding towards the sleeping bull: "Do you love him?" Dasha stared at the predator questioningly at first, trying to figure out why he would ask that, but seeing no clues on his muzzle, she nodded uncertainly. Alex sat down on the bench and explained in a frighteningly flat voice, "I want to play. Now I'm going to untie your mouth, hands and feet and I want you to use them to pleasure me. I'll give you five minutes". Cat showed the timer in his hand, but the she-wolf's eyes went to the tent in his shorts instead - he was clearly enjoying himself. Judging by the way his shorts were bulging out, he had quite an impressive size, but that wasn't what scared the she-wolf, she was dating a bull after all, what scared her was that the irbis was enjoying what was going on. How was that possible, what kind of madman could think of sex in such a situation? Meanwhile, he continued: "If you don't make it in five minutes, your lover will be punished, after which I will set the timer again and the game will be repeated. This will continue until he dies or until I cum, in which case I promise to let him go and never touch him again. If you try to remove the collar, if I feel any of your teeth, claws, or any other attempt to hurt me, or if you refuse to do what I tell you, you will be punished. Do you understand the rules?" 

The wolf tried to come up with some sort of plan, despite the obvious fog in her mind left over from the hypoxia. If he untied her mouth, she might finally be able to scream, but would anyone help her? She knew there was no one else in the gym. Hope someone would hear them and come to their aid? If screaming in the gym was the reason for calling the police, there would have been an officer on duty here a long time ago to avoid wasting time traveling a hundred times a day. Pretend she agrees and then bite the bastard's dick off? She's already seen his strength and speed, he won't die fast enough to not take her and her boyfriend with him. She should go for the throat, but he's fast, too much of a risk. Maybe he'll actually let her go if she follows the rules of the game, like in that scary movie she saw a few years ago? Her eyes darted between the bull and the irbis, she wasn't sure of her decision, and Alex repeated noticeably louder, but still without anger, "Do you understand the rules?" She nodded. He pressed the timer button and put it aside on the bench. Without the player noticing, the first round began.  

The cat walked over to her, still on the floor, and untied her legs, her arms and finally her muzzle. She opened her mouth to stretch her jaw, then tried to get up, but the cat stopped her. "You can't get to your feet," he said and pushed her on her side with the force of his leg, ruining the plan with a sudden attack to the neck. The wolf fell to the ground again, instinctively growled, showing her teeth, but stopped immediately when she met a frighteningly indifferent feline face. Alex, meanwhile, took off his shorts, exposing his hard cock, sat down on the bench and spread his muscular legs wide. The wolf was slow, not yet realizing the real danger for her lover, and for some time she looked at the cat with anger. He showed no sign of impatience, only his cock twitched in anticipation and a clear drop of pre-cum began to gather at its tip. 

Humiliated, Dasha got up, this time only on her knees, and tested the irbis' reaction, expecting him to restrain her again somehow, but there were no consequences and she approached him a little more boldly. As she approached, she froze again - a disgusting, pungent smell hit the sensitive wolf's nose, a mixture of sweat from training and the predator's natural scent. The wolf hesitated for a few more seconds, overcoming herself, and as she reached for his cock, the electronic beep of a tiny timer speaker sounded. The girl's attention shifted to the small black device - the dial showed zeros. The realization came fast.

"What? I haven't started yet, it's not fair," Dasha wanted to show that she was ready to obey and grabbed the hated piece of flesh with her hand, as if to hold the leopard, but he pressed his foot into the woman's stomach again, pushed her back to the floor and headed for the hanging bull. "No, wait!" the wolf quickly got up on all fours and tried to catch up with the cat, but after a meter she felt with her own neck where the length of the leash ended. "Wait, I'll do anything, stop!"

The cat didn't even look in her direction, now he was more interested in the second toy. The bull's head was hanging down, his eyes closed, his bare chest heaving slightly in rhythm with his shallow but even breathing, and that attracted the predator. Alex placed his hand on the powerful left pectoral, released his claws and slowly moved to the opposite side, leaving five deep bleeding cuts. Consciousness returned to the bull much faster and less pleasantly than to the she-wolf, he mumbled in pain through the gag, began to twitch in his chains, trying to move away from the source of the pain, and opened his eyes to see an indifferent feline face in front of him, calmly watching his reaction. 

The prisoner didn't immediately realize where he was or what was going on, looked at the naked irbis standing before him, cock hard and tail swaying from side to side and noticed blood dripping from his fingers. His blood. Mike jerked even harder in his chains, the gym filled with the clanking of links and muffled mooing, the pungent smell of blood made him panic, his face expressing nothing but horror, his eyes darting from side to side trying to find some rescue, but all that could help him was the helpless she-wolf on her knees watching him with a shocked look. Paralyzed with fear, she couldn't even think of running or doing anything, the wolf was afraid that her friend would die now, that she would lose him forever. The cat, however, knew that the wound was not fatal, there were no large arteries in the muscle and the bleeding would probably stop on its own - he was interested in playing with his prey a little longer. After watching his victim's futile attempts to escape for a while, Alex left the terrified bovine, walked past the wolf, wiped his fingers, this time stained with blood, on her face, returned to the bench and pressed the timer button. The next five minutes began.

At first, the wolf watched in a daze as the blood oozed from the wounds and soaked the fur on the bull's chest, his face full of terror, his muffled attempts to get out, but she still managed to pull herself together - she couldn't let this happen again. "I'll do it," she said, this time more to herself than to the Irbis, moving closer to the dick again without getting off her knees, and took it in her hand, beginning to run her palm along the shaft. She hoped for some kind of reaction, a moan or something, but the irbis still looked down at her without showing any signs of pleasure, but not annoyance either. The she-wolf approached the cock with her mouth, the smell was even more unpleasant, the fresh blood from her muzzle added to the predator's musk, but she was determined to deal with it and, overcome with disgust, ran her tongue from the base of the cock to the tip. It tasted just as disgusting, making her want to rinse her mouth out immediately, but that chance wouldn't come anytime soon, she just had to be patient, just wait a little. She checked the cat's reaction again and found no clues in the indifferent face, so after licking the shaft a few more times, she closed her eyes and took the whole thing in her mouth, which she immediately regretted - when her nose hit the fur on the cat's belly, the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat, she choked and pulled back, leaving a fair amount of saliva mixed with pre-cum on it. The size in itself wasn't a problem, but either the pungent smell or the realization that she was essentially being raped caused such a strong repulsion that it was impossible to keep the cock in her mouth. Coughing, she tried again, but the result was the same. For a moment she thought it would have been better if the predator had simply taken her by force, leaving her no chance to resist - she would suffer more, but it would have been over quicker if she hadn't had to fight her own psychological barriers. Alex, however, was patient and waited calmly for the wolf to start again after another failure. The timer, meanwhile, was relentless, and after the she-wolf's third attempt to take the cock in her mouth, it beeped, signaling the end of the second round. 

The sound caught the girl off guard as she tried to cough the feeling of the foreign object out of her throat once more, so she was unable to stop the leopard's move towards the bull. "No! Wait! Stop!" the wolf couldn't let her boyfriend get hurt again, and ignoring the order, she got to her feet and ran after the predator. The punishment was almost instantaneous, Alex turned and kicked her in the stomach in one motion when he heard the chain of the she-wolf's collar ringing behind his back. His strength added to the speed with which she collided with his fist and the she-wolf instantly bent in half, grabbing the point of impact with her hands. The air left her lungs, she couldn't utter a word as Alex stepped towards the bull, ignoring her. The hung male didn't know the rules of the game, but he understood that the predator's approach didn't mean anything good, and he kicked at the chains again, but they had enough strength to hold even such a mountain of meat. Alex placed both hands on the bull's cheeks and rubbed them as if he were his pet, the bull tried to move his head away, but his movements were too limited to defend himself. The predator gave his victim time to calm down, silently watching the face of his prey on the verge of panic. 

The bull's heart was racing in his chest, the pain from past wounds no longer felt due to the dose of adrenaline in his blood, but the new pain was impossible to shut out. Moving his right palm a little higher off the cheek and using all his strength to keep the prey from making any sudden movements, Alex released the claw on his thumb and thrust it into the victim's eye. Even through the gag the bull's scream of pain was incredibly loud, again there was a ringing of the chains holding him down, but this time it was not an attempt to get out - he just shook uncontrollably in his restraints as the predator continued to slowly squeeze. The claw worked its way through his eyeball without resistance, turning it into a white and red mess that began to pour out of his eye socket, running down his cheek and the irbis' hand. The wolf, still on the ground, tried to beg the irbis to stop, but she could only gasp, unable to hear herself over the man's
screams. 

After a few seconds of torture, Alex finally removed his hands and stepped back to look at the result of his work from the side, the bull's head remained in the same place he had held it, but began to shake like the rest of the body, the second eye looking straight ahead at nothing. After a few more seconds the scream was cut off, at first Alex thought the bull couldn't stand the pain, but his chest was still heaving to fill his lungs - he just lost his voice and silently exhaled portions of air with his mouth. After a few minutes of agony the bull began to come to his senses, the shaking stopped, the healthy eye finally began to catch objects around and Alex lost interest in him.

He came back to the wolf, she was still lying on the ground, her hands clutching her belly and her knees bent. She looked at him with hatred, he leaned over her and wiped the slime on his hand over her head before returning to the bench. "Fucking psycho," the wolf hissed through her teeth at the cat's back. He heard it but didn't care, with the push of a button he started the third round of the game. With each demonstration of the consequences, it became easier for the she-wolf to get over herself mentally, but the pain made it difficult for her to act. It was hard to get on her knees, so she approached the cat on all fours, and his cock, wet with her own saliva, was once again in front of her face. 

This time there was no time to waste trying to swallow it whole, no time to waste at all, her boyfriend might not survive another punishment. The wolf thought she couldn't forgive herself if he died because of her, she must save him by any means. She took the tip in her mouth and began to suck on it as hard as she could, one hand gripping the base of his cock and beginning to stroke the length - this time the shaft was lubricated and the movements gave the cat more pleasure. Dasha raised her other hand to caress the man's balls, but realized she was losing her balance and left her hand on the floor for support. Instead, she let the tip out of her mouth and, while stimulating the cock with her hand, tilted her snout even lower and began to lick the balls. The predator's cock, belly, and thighs covered her entire view, she felt stuffy, and the smell was even stronger, all the while mixed with a new, unfamiliar - now she knew what a crushed eye smelled like - but her will was enough to hold out a little longer. After a minute, she stopped stimulating the balls and returned to the tip, alternately licking and sucking it, all her attention focused on the predator's muzzle.She tried to figure out what he liked more, but he only stared back at her without giving her an answer. She was really trying, doing her best, but it wasn't enough. The timer sounded again and the Irbis rose, causing the wolf to let cock out of her mouth.

"No, please, please, please, please don't, do something to me instead of him, he won't survive," the wolf cried, tears welled up in her eyes, she couldn't be strong anymore, she couldn't do it. In an attempt to stop the predator, she wrapped her arms around his leg, but with feline dexterity, he freed it from her weak grip. "You fucking bastard, what's wrong with you?" - Losing her footing, the wolf fell back and began to curse Alex as he returned to his second prey. The bull was becoming more and more aware of the rules of the game, but he was running out of strength to resist. The loss of an eye, as well as the wound on his chest, was not fatal, but blood was slowly but steadily leaving his body, it was getting harder to breathe, he wanted to lie down, but the chains kept him upright. 

This time the cat didn't waste any time, releasing his claws again, he leaned forward slightly and quickly ran his hand over the bull's stomach. The bull felt his abdominal muscles being torn from one side to the other, the pain piercing his brain again, and through it he felt an unusual pressure in his stomach. Irbis's hand was inside his abdomen, the predator fumbled for something to grab onto and yanked outward - a tangle of guts was in his fist. He unclenched his hand, which had turned so red that the black spots on the white fur were indistinguishable, and the entrails fell to the ground beneath the bull. Blood from the wound ran down the bull's lower belly, soaking his shorts and running down his thighs. 

Alex could see that the bull was living out the last moments of his life. From behind the gag came a sound similar to the pitiful mooing of a calf, from behind the beast's back came a scream of pleas and curses, but he didn't care for words. Having no emotions of his own since birth, the only thing he enjoyed was the emotions of others. The bull's fear for his own life, the she-wolf's hysteria - the cat's cock twitched more often, the pre-cum leaking out more and more. 

Alex returned to the bench and pressed the button. The she-wolf didn't leave her place and immediately grabbed his cock. "Please, just tell me what you want," she began to lick the shaft again, this time without any tactics, just chaotically going through all the possible options, stroking the leopard's abs with her hand, trying to lick his thighs, looking for anything he might like. 

"I'll do it, anything, please, just say the word." She took the whole cock in her mouth and this time the squeamishness finally faded, suppressed by the fear of losing her lover. Alex felt the throat envelop the tip, it felt good, but it was much more pleasurable to see how terrified his victim was, how she was fighting for the life of the one she considered her boyfriend. She let the cock out of her mouth and continued to move her hand, squeezing with all the strength she had left. "Please, anything you like." She still tried to read the reaction on his face, but missed the real sign, the predator sitting in front of her began to purr in pleasure. 

After another minute or so of chaotic stimulation, the cat said, "Swallow," and roared loudly. The wolf was actively licking his balls at this point and felt something warm and liquid on her face. Reacting quickly, she pulled away and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock - several more loads of cum were on her tongue. She wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible, but she couldn't give up, it wouldn't be long before it was over. A loud growl echoed as the cat filled his victim's mouth with semen, and she swallowed the disgusting liquid diligently. Then a timer sounded. 

Feeling that the flow of sperm had stopped, the wolf let the cock out of her mouth and, coughing a little, said happily, "I did it, I did it!". The cat grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and lifted her up so their faces were at the same level. "You came, you said you'd let us go if you cum. Just go away, we won't tell anyone," she rambled every argument she could think of. 

The cat, however, still in the same flat voice replied "No", released the claw on his finger and swiped at the she-wolf's throat. A sharp pain silenced her. "I said I'd let him go." 

He threw the girl to the ground, she touched the wound, looked at the bloody palm and immediately pushed her hand back. The cut had damaged her arteries, the blood was gushing out in a strong stream, and if the bleeding wasn't stopped, the wolf wouldn't last more than two or three minutes, so she struggled to cover the wound with her palm. The feeling of blood running down her arm made her panic even more, with her other hand she tried to feel where the collar was fastened, but she couldn't concentrate and figure out how to get out. Meanwhile, the cat kept his promise and went over to the bull. 

He was still breathing, but shallowly and infrequently. Alex pulled the rubber band off his head, and then reached out and unfastened the carabiner holding his hands - the bull couldn't keep himself upright and immediately collapsed on his right side with the sound of a meat sack hitting the ground. There was nothing else interesting here, the bull had only a few minutes left and there was nothing he could do about it. 

Alex turned back to the wolf. She was still fighting with the collar and almost won - found the clasp and was able to separate it from the leash, but then the cat grabbed her arm, pulled it behind her back, threw her belly down and entered her from behind without any further foreplay. Dasha started to cry out, but stopped immediately. The cut on her throat was very precise - it had severed an artery without affecting the trachea, so the wolf could speak and even scream, but she was afraid that any tension in her neck would open the wound even more. 

The predator pressed her head to the ground the way she could look at the bull, he wanted her to see the life leaving her lover. The bull stared back at her with his only eye and barely moved, only fumbling with his weakened hands for his own intestines, trying to shove them back in. 

"Please help me," the wolf whispered. She knew he was as bad as she was, but she hoped Mike, who she thought of as her protector, could save her, do something to the madman. Alex meanwhile was increasing his pace, his hips were pounding against her with increasing force and speed, the saliva, spunk and pre-cum left on his cock was enough to compensate the lack of natural lubrication of the she-wolf, Dasha herself could not put up any resistance, so there was nothing stopping him. 

At this point the bull no longer had the strength to lift the heavy horned head, so he spoke in a low panting voice to the irbis, while he continued to look at the she-wolf: "Please... do whatever you want... with this whore... just call for help... I can't feel my legs...". The cat was ecstatic at these words, this was exactly what he had been waiting for since the whole idea came up. Fear of death, panic, and now anger at being betrayed - the predator seemed to be feeding on these emotions, taking real pleasure in them. He didn't answer, but pressed himself harder against the she-wolf, grabbing her dangling breasts with his bloody hand and running his claws into them, alternately massaging them gently and playing with the nipples that were losing sensitivity. 

"What the hell are you saying..." she whispered, but her rage was obvious. 

Bull didn't want to live the rest of his life as an asshole, no matter how short it was, he needed to excuse himself somehow and his fading mind found nothing better than to blame her, "All this... because you... couldn't suck fast enough... you stupid... bitch...". The bull spoke his last words, his muscular back rose to take one more sigh and his heart finally stopped. 

The she-wolf felt a chill go down her spine. Perhaps from the words spoken by her now ex-boyfriend, or maybe because her body was running out of blood - holding her palm firmly on the wound was getting harder and harder, the life was draining out of her throat, running down her arm and dripping onto the floor. Alex pushed against her even harder, pressing her breasts to the floor with all his weight and sinking his teeth into her shoulder as a sign of dominance over the female he was taking by force. The fangs sank deep into the flesh, reaching the bone. But the wolf's body no longer felt pain. The last thing she felt before she died was cum shooting deep inside her, followed by a loud roar just above her head. The hand that had been stopping the flow of blood from her throat all along fell helplessly to the ground, but nothing more flowed from the wound.

Irbis lay on the woman's cooling body, relaxed in the afterglow, for a few more minutes before he got up and stepped back to look at the two of his victims lying on the floor, staring at each other with their empty eyes. A muscular bull, a beautiful she-wolf. Once there had been love, hope, fear, panic, anger. Now there were two pieces of meat - one with its insides out and face mangled, the other bloodstained but still beautiful. 

Alex's face still showed no emotion, but deep inside he felt something warm. Maybe that's was what happiness felt like? He picked up his shorts with a clean hand, slung them over his shoulder, grabbed a bottle and headed for the locker room. He liked killing with his bare hands, using no tools, but he also disliked the dirt on his snow-white fur with big black spots. It would take time to clean up, and maybe jerk off in the shower while he dried off.

Anyway, he definitely planned to find another couple, do something like this again, but next time he'd try not to get so dirty.