6 comments/ 40224 views/ 9 favorites Rage By: CathyO1955 I had felt it again, racing through my blood like a fever. It's a feeling of rage, or carnal lust and anger so strong it almost chokes me. The need to lash out was overwhelming, irresistable. That's how our fight had started. It had been a long frustrating day at work; impatient customers, everybody wanting it NOW, complaints, problems, the phone never stopping its incessant ringing. I just wanted to go home. But home was no picnic either lately. It seemed all we did was snip and pick at each other. Both of us overworked, tired, and restless. I couldn't remember the last time we had made love. I knew in my heart that this was not what either of us had dreamed of. I came into the house and he was already home. I could hear music blaring in the basement. God, not again. He always did this when he was mad about something. He'd put on some hard classic rock, and practically barricaed himself in the family room. Something inside of me snapped. It seemed the final straw in a week from hell. I shrugged out of my jacket, threw my shoes across the room, and went crashing down the stairs. I flung the door open so hard it hit the wall behind it. I saw him jerk his head around, dropping the stack of CD's he had in his hand. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he snapped. I had heard about being angry and seeing red, but never felt it until now. A primal urge to throttle him burst in my head, and I knew he could see it in my eyes. As we stared at each other, I could feel something happening between us. Something frightening, urgent, something so raw there was no name for it. His hand curled into fists at his sides, and he whispered, "Try it." His challenging words were like fire on a flame. All the frustration and anger of the past few weeks seemed to bubble up from deep inside me, and I had no choice but to respond. I crossed the room, a low growl in my throat, and tried to slap him. His strong hand gripped my wrist before it reached his face, and with his eyes blazing into mine, he said just one word, "Don't." I was past feeling anything but blind anger. I struggled to get my wrist free, trying to peel his fingers off me. I scratched him with my long nails, and it seemed to push him over the edge. With a fierce sound he grabbed my other hand and pushed me to the sofa. He shoved me down on it, and my skirt slid up my legs. "Stay," he growled. I was too shocked to say anything. But I felt something, a feeling I had never had before. It was a kind of wild excitement shimmering under the anger. I started to get up, and then he was in front of me. In his hand was a ping pong paddle. "Get up," he said quietly. Something in his tone made me obey, and I stood on shaky legs. He sat down on the couch, and quickly gripped my wrist again, jerking me down across his lap. The breath rushed out of me as I landed on his firm thighs. I struggled briefly, and he gripped my hair with his hand and pushed my upper body down. Putting his arm like a steel band across my lower back, he held me against him. I could feel the anger building again, and I struggled harder. The first blow, when it struck, startled me, and I yelped. The paddle had come down sharply on my bottom, and I felt it through my clothes. CRACK, another whack on the other cheek. His hand roughly shoved my skirt up, and yanked my nylons and panties down. He continued to paddle me relentlessly, grunting with the effort. My skin felt like it was on fire. Suddenly he stopped, and dumped me onto the floor. I pushed my hair out of my face, and glared at him. "Had enough?" he asked. I could feel how flushed my face was, and my heart was thundering in my chest. I wanted something, but I couldn't find the words to describe it. I shook my head. His reaction was electrifying. He reached down and grabbed me by my blouse, pulling me to my feet. With both hands, he ripped the fabric like it was nothing, then undid my bra and stripped them off me. "Take off your skirt," he ordered. Mesmerized by the look on his face, I complied, letting the expensive skirt slide to the floor unnoticed. His hands gripped my panties, and with a groan he ripped them as well, peeling them away from my body. Standing there, naked, him still completely dressed, stirred something in me. I could feel my body bracing for something, preparing. He slowly started to unbutton his shirt, removing it, then his pants and shorts. His cock was rigid, throbbing, almost purple. He moved closer to me, his hand threading through my hair, and he kissed me. It was a kiss like nothing we had ever shared. His teeth scraped my lips, and I felt them cut me. His mouth was ferocious, possessing mine with a need so deep I could feel it passing from him to me. He pushed me to the floor and mounted me, driving himself deep into me with one sure thrust. My hips arched up off the floor with the power of it. My hands clung to him, clutching at his shoulders as he began to methodically fuck me. Long, deep, and hard, he penetrated my softness with his hardness again and again. He was taming my anger with his body. Passion replaced it, and I pulled his face down to mine, kissing him from the depths of my soul. He groaned deep in his chest and kissed me back, his strokes gentling, his hands going under my ass to lift me up into him tighter. He pulled back, his eyes wild and dark. He said he loved me, each word punctuated by a deep driving thrust. His words pushed me over the edge, and I was in the grip of an orgasm like nothing I had ever felt. Powerful waves crashed over and through me, and they went on and on. They swept him up as well, and I could feel his body go rigid as he released his seed into me. We both collapsed on the floor, our breathing harsh in the quiet room. My arms were limply around him, and he rolled off me, pulling me against his body. I started to cry, the range of emotions so strong as I tried to understand them. He rocked me gently, murmuring soothing words. "Shhhhh, it's alright, love." I sobbed harder, saying, "Please don't leave me." It was the first time either of us had ever acknowledged that it was a possibility. He kissed me softly, and looking into my shimmering eyes, said, "Never, understand me? Never." I believed him. Rage by Cathy O'Niel copyright 2006 Rage Against the Minotaur "Where are you? I'll find you bitch!" his snarling voice echoed through the decayed domicile. "I know every crack and corner of this house. You can't hide for long." Alice had woken in a rotten bed within a mold-encrusted bedroom, not understanding how she had arrived. Four wooden beams jutted up from the corners of the bed, each one as termite ridden as the last. A fixtures that looked like it could have once been a fireplace peered at her with gaped maw malevolence. Sheets squirmed underneath her body causing her to fall off the bed in fright. Laying on the floor, she had first heard the voice from below. A deep gravelly man's voice, booming out influencing weak walls to shake. "Welcome to hell!" That was all, nothing more. For several minutes there was silence until footsteps pounded ominously across wood flooring. Remember, Alice thought, remember. How the fuck did you get here? Her mind drifted back to the library, the largest in the state. Wandering through hallways of knowledge always seemed to calm her mind. The last several weeks had been extraordinarily painful for her and because of that she had decided to go to the only place that could consistently calm her mind. Among authors old and new, famous and infamous, she found a calm surrender to nothingness. Randomly picking books, reading a few random pages before placing them back upon the shelves. Every once in a while one strange forgotten text sparked her interest. Whisking it back home to sooth her mind, she would devour the text with her face planted squarely in it. It wasn't her looks that made her feel the pull of the house of books. Although she did have somewhat of a librarian aspect to her appearance and style of clothing. Dark brunette hair pulled back into a bun, glasses that curved ever so slightly around her face. No makeup at all, refusing to use it on grounds of feministic beliefs. Truth was she just didn't like the way it felt. Alice preferred earth toned button up blouses, sweaters, long skirts or black docker pants. Never had she felt the need to dress up and blend in with the ever-increasing wave of boring self-indulgent Paris Hilton wannabe's. Despite all her attempts at looking plain, she really was a very attractive girl and kept herself in shape. Enjoying the retreat to the apartment complexes workout room almost as much as her house of books. Alice was toned and shapely while striving for plain and forgotten. Mostly she wanted to be left on her own. Wait, the light! The memory struck her in painful stride. That circling white light! Alice was referring to something that had happened to her in the midst of scouting through the non-fiction section, attempting to find a titillating biography of Poe. Shortly after running into and conversing with her friend Chris, he bad departed to separate section, then a brilliant white light had surrounded her. Air sucked from her lungs and her vision receding being replaced with white. It had caused her eyes to feel as if in a centrifugal force and her whole body tearing itself apart. Alice had blacked out and awoke here. Inside the home that time forgot or didn't wish to remember. Feeling there was lack of time to completely figure out what had occurred she leaped to her feet, looking around the room to find escape. Two windows, both covered with what looked like aluminum panes. Two doors, one that most likely led out into the hallway the other slightly ajar showing a bathroom. Nothing inside besides rotten chunks of black goo staining the toilet. The rank stench alone was enough to make her gag and back away quickly. The footsteps were getting louder, closer. One in front of the other mounting what sounded like creaky stairs. He's big, got to find a place to hide or run to. Despite surroundings that could confuse or disorient a normal person, Alice was finding herself very adept at dealing with her strange environment and circumstances. Deal with it now, figure it out later. The mantra continued to repeat in her mind. Alice waited for the right moment, trying to circumvent the worst, hearing the steps get closer to the door. He knew where she was. He knew exactly where to find her. Use it, grab a hold of it and use it. The flooring in front of the door creaked, sighed and a shadow slid underneath as he stopped, reaching out a hand to open it. At that moment Alice burst through the door, throwing it as forcefully as she could into her attackers face. Wind escaped his chest audibly giving Alice a bit of extra courage to continue her blind run down the hall in the other direction. Toppling to the floor the loud smack, he made shook the dwelling, flakes of paint detached and rained down onto the floor. "You sneaky little bitch. I'm gonna make you suffer so much more for that!" slowly rising, no fear of his prize escaping from his grasp. Shudders sounded out as he regained his composure and slammed the door from its hinges, barely getting a peak at Alice's bare feet slipping from view around the corner. It hadn't struck her til then that her clothing was barely fastened to her body. Somewhere along the way before she had woken her shoes had gone missing. The white blouse was torn up one side and down the other so that her bra could be easily seen beneath. Ripped straight down the side seam, and about a good foot shorter than before, her long dress had now become a skirt showing off her powerful long legs. Her hair was no longer in its normal bun but flailed around her head with each movement of her body. Finally, accepting into account these inconsistencies, Alice rode the sentiment once again for all it was worth. Deal with it now, figure it out later. Knowing full well she was attempting to stay alive was of great help to her. Now, having turned the corner barely getting away from the giant man following her, screaming out at her, the scenery in the house began to flux in appearance. Changes were becoming more and more predominant; instead of rotting walls lavishly designed and painstakingly clean areas were seen to almost seep into moldy spots. Shortly afterwards the moldy sections would return causing Alice to lose a small grip of spatial understanding. Sections were melding and shifting back and forth from the dank infection that was obviously from the man following her to the serene beauty of a Victorian home. Which one was real and which one was false was not a question easily answered. Several doors lined the hall and she picked one at random bursting into a scene of torture. In front of her was the corpse of another woman, and that was only barely recognizable. Half the skin from the body had been removed, cleaved from the meat. No precision knife marks lay about the grisly scene. Alice's resolve had not been broken by this discovery, but it wavered for just enough time to test her nerves. She did not register the lumbering behemoth yelling out that he would find her. Seeing the corpse in front of her etched upon her mind a lasting impression. Quick sharp glances across the body told her everything she needed to know about the beast attempting to catch her. Very large bite marks covered the body. Muscle and sinew were dangling from exposed areas. Skin had not been torn off by hand but with teeth. The bellowing pursuer ate this woman. Looking at the dead lady's face calcified the terror in Alice's bloodstream. Pain, despair and loss of the utmost kind reverberated from the tortured visage. The woman had died of shock, blood had not pooled around the body beyond one area immediately behind the corpse. There Alice saw the hole shaped by the creature coming after her. An asshole gaped open, holding congealed blood within it as a chalice of the damned. The vaginal opening was gaped equally as bad and red with blood. The sight was too much, her breath was lost and bile seeped up into her throat, Alice turned bolting towards the door only to run straight into a slab of solid muscle. As she fell back a gigantic hand grabbed a hold of the blouse and bra underneath, attempting to steady the nineteen-year-old girl. Instead, because of the previous lacerations across the clothing, it merely ripped apart and Alice fell onto her back hard. Already hurt, half naked with only a dead woman to witness, Alice was afraid she was going to die. With her eyes closed she had as of yet not seen the man that had been following her. She opened them with a bit of strain as the dull ache of her fall receded. In front of her was a horrifying visage. She figured that the man following her would be large, but not this huge. Technically, although his pronounced erection showed similarities, it wasn't even a man. Large horns emerged from the forehead towering above the top of his bull head. Eyes of gold, missing the pupils, were shining brightly amid cold black sockets. His feet, which she had half expected to be hooves, were very large with immense thick nails. A word popped into her head from mythology, a Minotaur. Here, completely naked and ready to do to her what it had done to the corpse at her side. This was a beast that was not even supposed to exist. "I told you I would catch you." The eyes of the Minotaur shifted looking over at the corpse on the table with its exposed ass propped upwards in the air, "I have been growing tired of her. She died a couple of days ago. Though she has stayed surprisingly warm." The beast looked back at Alice, crouched onto the floor, one arm covering up her nipples, "Thankfully, though, the gods have sent me you as a prize for my long time here in this...oh I don't think so." Alice had leapt up from her spot on the floor, attempting to dart past the creature while he was talking. It hadn't worked. With great ease and swiftness the Minotaur that stood at seven feet in height (minus horns) grabbed a hold of her torso lifting her off the ground. His enormous right hand almost completely encircled her waist, pushing away her arm allowing her breasts to bounce freely. One finger from his left hand began flicking each of her tits, causing brief stabbing pain to run through her. Each bounce of her breasts caused the Minotaur to let out a low growl of delight. "My, my...you certainly are spirited. That one over there had begged for her life, voluntarily bending over for me to impale her." Smiling his teeth were exposed showing pieces of flesh stuck in between them, "That wasn't as much fun as I hope you will be." Alice felt the massive tip of the beast's cock rubbing against the inside of her leg. She squirmed against the tough flesh but it merely seemed to excite him more. Only once had she had sex, finding it not as enjoyable as everyone told to her it would be. A cock with girth and length like this seemed impossible to accomodate. Looking over her shoulder she saw the corpse behind her and saw that it was possible, but the price was extremely high. Immediately presented in her mind's eye was a solution to her grave predicament. Pulling her left leg as far back as she could, eliciting another slight moan from the giant as it rubbed against the cock, she plunged her foot deep into his large dangling testicles. The Minotaur's body went taut; his right hand let go as both hands went to cover his damaged sac. With only a moment to spare, Alice dashed through the door. Unfortunately though, the beast was still swifter than her. With a grace unusual to its huge mass, it grabbed a hold of her long dark hair. Pulling her taut and with a flick of the wrist throwing her through the hallway and into another room. Alice's back smashed through the rotted wood door, digging splinters into the exposed skin. Tossed so forcefully through the now splintered door had raked up new pains throughout her body. Scrapes and cuts were beginning to bud small droplets of blood across her bared chest. Her legs, having not been completely covered by the skirt, had a few gashes and wounds on them as well. Trying to get back to her feet she saw the Minotaur was standing in the doorway again, limping a bit from the bold strike she had landed against his balls. "You fucking bitch!" His mighty arm swung out and grabbed her torso again, flipping and shoving Alice onto her stomach. Ripping apart the flimsy skirt and underwear beneath gave him the display of her well-toned rear. With but one hand he splayed her legs apart just enough to plant his cock right at the entrance of her tight pussy. Trying to squirm didn't help, at this point his grasp was tight and getting away was a fevered dream that just wouldn't happen. Bending over her the beast spoke into her ear, slightly starting to edge the tip of his colossal cock into her pussy. "You will pay dearly for that attack." Pushing it inside her was problematic at best, with its dick being as large as it was and her cunt being so little used. Only enveloping half the tip Alice let out an ear-splitting scream as her pussy stretched to its limit. Laughter burst out of the monster, enjoying her continued squirms to resist, taking great pleasure from the pain inflicted on her. It was enough to get his first gush of pre-cum to flow freely from the tip, shooting hard into her tight sheath. It was too much, Alice felt sick as his thick juice shot into her. When no more could be held, it poured out of her from around the edges of her tight pussy, oozing past the mere tip of his cock. It flooded all over her legs, coating her cunt and asshole as thick white cream covered her behind. Lubricated better now, the Minotaur pushed the tip all the way in, sending another shot of his warm spunk into her belly, this time without an escape. A sigh escaped from his mouth as the warm wet juices and lips from her pussy squeezed tightly around his rampent cock. "Ohhhh, god, you're tighter than the last girl." The Minotaur jabbed harder into her until he couldn't physically go any further. Alice tried to scream, but the beast's cock had knocked the wind out of her, causing her to choke on nothingness. "That's bad news for you. You won't last long." He began to pump his hips, pushing her entire body up and down in time with thrusts of his huge cock. Exposed breasts scratched against the decomposing wood floor, nipples stinging at needle-like shots of pain. His left hand held her against the floor while the right one tilted her head back, holding firmly onto her hair, ripping away stray strands. The cum had helped out. The whole thing didn't feel as bad as Alice had expected, but her pussy still felt ready to split apart with each piercing thrust. Dealing with the pain, she found a small fraction of solace in the fact that he had cum right away so the shredding of her pussy wasn't worse. Surging up through the throbbing shaft inside her, Alice felt his second wave of cum and braced herself against the impact. Arching his back, the beast let go of her as he shot his hot load deep into her abused pussy. The power from his orgasm jolted her body and she pulled off of his squirting cock. The Minotaur continued pumping cum at her and she became soaked with his sticky goo. It squirmed; she felt it actually squirm along her body like a living thing. Small bits of it entered her mouth, tasting of rancid meat bringing about regurgitation of her breakfast. "Oh, you are good. You're taking all of it well. I kind of wish you were fighting back harder, though." The Minotaur was on his knees, still towering above the crouched girl, right hand holding him in place, "I guess I just can't have everything." Deal with it now, figure it out later. Fuck it, she thought to herself, he's bigger, stronger and faster than me. I'm completely exposed and he can do whatever he wants. Despair didn't brim in her, but instead calmness. I must stay alive. I may get fucked up, but as long as I breathe I can heal and survive. Alice, using her reserve strength, took a giant leap at the monsters cock. Her naked body shivered as she flew through the air. The Minotaur was surprised by the continued vigor of the abused girl. Her arms wrapped around its enormous cock, her mouth suckling on the piss hole at the tip. Tasting even more of that vile rancid meat flavor from his cum, she didn't care. Desire to live; necessity to continue life functioned beyond that discomfort and repulsion. "Wha...what are you doing?" the beast was confused. Girls had offered themselves but none had wrapped themselves around him, none had done it with such gusto. Mouth removed, wiping the cum from her lips rubbing it into her tits, "I can't get away, I can't stop you, so I might as well enjoy the ride before I die." mixing truth in there to get him to believe. Alice had to do this, it was essential to survive. With her body enclosed around his cock, it separated her breasts apart. Cum had now lubricated her entire body and she was able to hump it with her entire torso. Her silky soft skin rubbed against his erection as dribbles of semen splashed onto the floor. Letting his guard down, enjoying a full body fuck, he laid back against the hard wood floor. Alice let her clit rub against the base of his cock, trying to enjoy but failing. Let him think you like it, let him think that his manhood makes your pussy squirm. Alice let out a fake moan, just light, nothing like loud porn girls. His cock swelled further with new found excitement. She dragged her lips across it, striving to lavish it with saliva. Slick with spunk, her tits fucked it, her clit grinding against the shaft, his enjoyment becoming overabundance again. Never had he felt something as erotic and arousing as this. Alice's eyes darted about the room, surveying it as best as she could, trying to drink up the surroundings. Trying to find her next survival step as she swallowed the bitter cum gagging her deep inside. There, against the wall, an axe. A rather large axe. No chance she could lift it, but it was the closest possibility to a chance. Timing this perfectly would be difficult, but possible. Moving, slinking up his body, twisting this way and that along his greased up abdomen, causing him to move it the exact right position. Straddling the top of his cock, separating her ass cheeks but never entering. Humping up and down along the shaft, clenching her muscled cheeks to grasp harder onto the sides. "Oh, little bitch, you're gonna live just that much more." he meant it. Enjoying every moment as much as he could, feeling the rewarding softness of her gorgeous rear. Feeling the slickness of her pussy (which in truth was merely his own cum) rubbing against the top of his dick. Letting his guard down too much, but it was well worth it. Grabbing a hold of her sexy ass he moved her back end up and down the entire shaft, figuring he should enjoy the voluntary fuck before he shoved his prick into her ass, impaling her. Rubbing her legs across it, wrapping them around his cock, stroking the massive thing with her thighs. In other circumstances it might have been possible to take pleasure in such a strange sensual encounter. Yet every time she attempted to enjoy it the taste of his thick spunk came back to haunt her. Pulsing of the shaft began separating her legs a bit, indicating that it wasn't long before he would cum once more. With his mighty hand thumping her whole body across his cock she tightened her thighs, speeding her own actions as much as she could. She slid back down his body, his hand letting go, wrapping her arms around the monstrous flesh, putting her face to the tip, sliding it between her tits, between her thighs. The Minotaur felt his orgasm coming strong, stronger than previously, it would be a flood. The eroticism of her ready to take the whole amount on her chest and face excited him doubly. He bellowed and began to pump his powerful orgasm all over Alice's face and torse. She retreated away towards the far wall. Her eyes stung powerfully, hair dowsed in a cum shower, tits sliding together with creamy juice. Unable to open her eyes, she blindly reached to the right, feeling the steel handle of the mammoth axe. The cum hose just wouldn't stop drenching her body. No shower would ever make her feel unpolluted after this wretched day. Rage Against the Minotaur Blind, she lifted the axe up charging at the beast. He didn't see her approaching, as he was lost in the ecstasy of his orgasm. He was still firing his load at her as Alice hurtled through the stream veering down the axe hard on the vile spot that would secure his full attention. Severing the massive cock from his body, she heard the beautiful sound of his agonized scream. Pain and hate filled his voice as blood pumped from his stump and spread across the floor. Alice's eyes stung and burned, but she opened them nonetheless. She had to see what was going on, had to make sure she remained alive. Viewing through pallid cream the beast in front of her, grabbing at its groin with his right hand. With the left, he clawed his way out of the room leaving a slick blood trail. She had no way to wipe her eyes, no cloth nearby and the rest of her body was dripping cum to the floor. Following the Minotaur out of the room she hauled up the axe over her head again, flat side out. "How...how can you...only I..." he could barely speak from pain. Obviously he was shocked by the power of the girl. Honestly Alice hadn't thought about how she had lifted the thing, it weighed a good seventy pounds at least. She brought the level side against the Minotaur's chest slamming it twenty feet down the hall hitting the far wall with great force. The building quaked, pieces of wall falling apart. Alice sensed chunks of the house tumbling away, knowing the blow against the Minotaur; its hard hit against the wall was bringing down the house. At least a good section of it. Striding towards the giant, making her way towards the creature that had hunted her. He looked at her with wonder, seeing her for something new, some kind of Valkyrie, a goddess able to lift his beloved weapon. "How..." "Who cares? I can and I will!" rage filled Alice, immense fury at the rape. Rage against the Minotaur that had done such atrocious things to other girls. Rage against a beast that could and had speared women through their orifices killing them. Rage of god knew how many women blossomed inside of her, waiting for sweet release and revenge. Lifting the axe one last time over her head, "You want to fuck me? Well...FUCK YOU!!" Alice brought the axe down cleanly severing his head from shoulders, fury venting through steel. Bull horns stopped the spinning head two feet from the twitching body. His eyes sunk deep inside his head, death tarnished them black gold. Alice ambled away, axe draped over her shoulder, bare naked. She wanted to get the hell out of the house. Rooms passed by as she walked, her eyes never looking at graven images in them. Just desiring to get away, find something to cover her soaked body and get away. Down stairs, half of the home was now missing from the power of the beast slamming against the walls. The living room was just as decrepit as the rest of the house. Yet, there was a sheet lying on the table, not clean but cleaner than her body. Wrapping herself up in it, stains seeping through it as her cum drenched body was bonded to it. A toga was what it looked like, but for once Alice didn't care how she looked. At that moment, Alice had become a warrior goddess, holding her new weapon up high, finally wondering why she could so easily wield it. Who cares, I can and I most likely will need it. Walking out the door she felt rain coming down from a blackened sky. It washed cum away from her hair and face. Enjoying the rain as it swept clean much of the evidence of her ordeal she set out down a hill the house resided on, to the town below. Alice wasn't sure what would happen, what to expect, but she was armed and ready to take it on. I dealt with it, now it's time to figure it out. Rage Fuck Arch watched the group of Knoctum go into the motel. They had made plans to sacrifice one of the Ratel High Counsels firstborn daughter. If they did that it would give their "indescribably evil" god a new lease on life, worse still, it would do it in the humans world. Meaning no one would strong enough to stop the deity from just wiping everything out and then moving on to the magical realm. He was tasked to kill the servants of Ruanvah, the deity that the Knoctum were attempting to empower. Arch was a disposable sort of warrior, just about every task he is sent on is one that should kill anyone taking it on, unless your him. Arch moved to where he could get a better view of the door leading into the motel room they were using. Typically a normal hunter would be sent if it was simply the Drow, since they were typically magic users and warriors, but the at least also would listen to reasoning and or the pocket book. This was not so with the Knoctum, they lived to cause pain and strife. Unlike the Drow, who chose to follow the more emotional females to keep them from becoming the greedy bastards Knoctum were, the Knoctum were ruled by a man, a priest of Ruanvah, evil to the core, and greedy beyond compare. It's said that the man bred drakes, so that he could have the treasures the drakes collected, because as a drake grew their treasure hordes grew, then he had them all slaughtered and had their magical parts and flesh distributed. The magical parts were used in everything from talisman's to potions and the flesh was used for the very armor the men wore into combat. Arch watched as the last member of this particular sect disappeared into the motel room, all were present, now all he had to do was go in, kill everything that did not scream like a bitch and he would be done. Ok so he had to deliver the wench back her dear old pompous papa but that would be easy enough, he just wouldn't wake her up and throw her in the trunk, done deal, no fuss no muss. Arch wasn't overly fond of frilly females and their gasping and whimpering, he especially wasn't fond of their crying and screaming like high pitched banshees, it hurt his ear's. His body shook everywhere, the muscle started tensing as he called forth the armor that resided inside his very flesh and bones. A large blade severed flesh at the elbow, spraying his blood across the rooftop behind him, the gleaming blade jutting from just above the ball joint of his elbow, making this his greatest weapon. Couldn't take it away from him if it was attached to his metal coated skeletal structure. Spikes shot from the tops of his shoulders, down his spine and outer legs. His kneecaps grew blades of their own, perfect for gutting on the kick swing. Long razor like talons grew from his nails, and his teeth grit together as his fangs grew more intense. The blood was all the evidence left of the ripping and tearing of flesh the metal did as it came forth, the wounds healed as fast as they were made, amazing regeneration was also a gift from the gods to his race. His eyes were now blazing blood red with battle lust, he was ready to rend flesh. As his step went from building top to building top in an amazingly silent fashion all he could think of was the scent of blood, and how well Knoctum flesh worked to make the magical bags of infinity. He began counting how many he would be able to make from so many "hides" and imagined how well they would sell. Arch's super sensitive ears picked up the sound of chanting and knew they were too deep into their ritual to hear him coming. He leapt from the rooftop over their room and caught the edge with one extended hand. The edge cracked under his weight, but he swung free of it before it came crashing down. That was all he needed, those few seconds, as he swung from the edge into the large window that encompassed the front of the room. Glass sprayed everywhere as the man of only 5'6" came crashing through the double pane of safety glass. The Knoctum shouted and scattered, leaving the sacred circle they had burned into the carpeting. The first one to be cleaved in half was the one that started casting on Arch. The fool obviously didn't realize the Ratel are magic resistant, a stone wall would have more of a response. There was no scream, the man had no time, he looked down at his waist as the top half of him slid from the bottom. The look of shock was etched into his face as he stared blankly up to Arch, who was already moving to the next victim. He had moved through the room slicing and slashing, when he finished his onslaught he had swept past another caster, slicing him in half. He then drove upwards, sweeping a claw-like fist up into the gut of the next priest that chose to charge him. When Arch spun around the priests entrails followed his back-sweeping arm, spraying blood across the room. Arch, quite literally, swept the next mans head from his shoulders before he could finish the downward slice aimed at Arch's shoulder. "Four of thirteen down," he counted mentally. From the bathroom side of the room a large ball of flame shot into Arch. It sent him flying sideways into the bed that had been pushed to lean on the wall. His weight crushed the thing like it was made of wood and feathers, instead of stuffing and springs. From this, Arch rolled with the momentum, the quills protruding from his spine ripping up carpet as he moved. "So much for their sacred circle." he mused to himself as he regained his footing. As Arch stood he threw the chunk of bed he brought with him at the caster near the bathroom. The man was hit square in the chest and fell backwards into the small room with a yell. Two others lunged at Arch, blades flashing, snarling, Knoctum profanity leeching from their lips and grit teeth. Arch took the two blades in his abdomen, but this only made him smile with a mouth full of razor sharp teeth as he grabbed both blades. He pulled the swords further through him then snapped them at the hilt, leaving his attackers only the handles. They tried to leap back from the crazy warrior, but Arch swept downward, snaking into a leg sweep faster then they could dodge. The knee blades cut their legs at the knee, he completed the spin and stood as they fell to the floor screaming. Much to Arch's surprise another priest fell as he began to approach him, a large table leg protruding from the base of his neck. Behind him stood in a crouch a female of small stature, a mere five feet maximum, she too was attacking the Knoctum priests. Her next attack was to throw the other table leg past Arch's head, landing it the eye of a priest that was trying to attack Arch. Arch knew that was the woman he was to save, so he leapt to her side, over the table they had set up with all their magical crap that he only knew smelled horrific. She wore no clothing, her body was covered in odd runes painted with some sort of liquefied ash. The woman had taken up a large bowl of sulfur and pitched it onto one of the remaining four priests. When she hit the man in the head with it he backed back a step or two. Then a horrified look crossed his face when he saw what she was doing. Next, she threw the candle stand that had five lit bee's wax candles in it. The man burst into flames the second the flame hit him, all but one of the candles had actually gone out during the flight, but the hot embers and the one lit candle was enough to ignite his entire body. Arch had a feeling that was how they were going to kill her, she seemed to derive some sort of pleasure from the act that shouldn't have been there. The retreat started with the priest from the right, he lifted his palm to the wall and he himself turned to smoke and was gone, first him then the other two remaining disappeared as well. Arch grit his teeth, damn he thought to himself, he wanted to make sure they were all dead. Now he had to get the hell out of there with a naked female, before the human cops showed up and he had to explain this mess. The woman yelped as she was spun around and hefted over his shoulder, bare ass now wagging in the air. She was taken out through the back room, the wall held little support against his heavy body and immense strength. The spines and spikes that had protruded from him only moments before were gone now. Sienna wasn't too happy about being treated like a bag of potatoes, but it was more preferred then trying to walk out on her own. Admittedly she was still very groggy from the drug they injected into her. She took note of the mans beat up old car and how nice it actually was on the inside, as he placed her in the passenger seat then got in himself. He looked over to her when he started driving, no concern in his features, but he was curious. "You ok? Don't need to get you a puke bucket or anything do I?" She glared at him. "You always this crass?" He slowly nodded his head. "Yes, yes I am, don't like it?" She cut him off before he could finish the line. "Oh shut up, you're fine, don't need your shove it comments." "What makes you think I was going to say that?" She mimicked a smart ass male. "Don't like it too bad, deal with it or walk." He glowered at her. "Yeah, see. Just get me home, please." She settled into the seat, not even really concerned that she was bare as a baby when its born. He watched her close her eyes, the lashes of such laid on her cheeks like a veil. Her skin was dark, nearly coco colored, her hair was raven and sort of mopish and cut to the shoulder. She was attractive, a warrior like himself he could tell. Her body was tone, and not devoid of scars, her very ample breasts and slender tightly sculpted abdomen bespoke of a great deal of work, possibly with a weapon as her arms were strong as well. Her legs were the perfect proportion for her size, long to her yet keeping her short, they were strong, like a lifter, not a runner. Her ass wasn't anything to scoff at either, she looked like she could crack a walnut between her cheeks if she so desired. Arch decided he would make sure she was "perfectly alright" before he handed her over to her father. When the car passed through the veil back to the lands of magic she woke from the drug induced slumber, looked around then to him. "where are we?" Arch smiled to her a short matter-of-factly smile. "Dengraice, we need a room." was his only response. "And why do we need a room?" she asked in her best smart ass tone. "Because its getting dark and I have to ditch this car before we pass into the kingdoms, they aren't allowed on this side you know that. As well, do you want to pass through dragon country during the night?" She huffed and sat back, crossing her knee's to sit crisscross where she was, Arch didn't mind, gave him a great view of her rather well manicured crotch. Once he pulled into a barn next to an inn her demeanor changed a bit, she got out and started marching towards the music filled candle lit structure. Arch grabbed her by the arm, spinning her into his chest, he took a deep long kiss from her, making sure he examined every single taste she had to offer within that warm smart ass place she called a mouth. His hands held on strongly to her upper arms, keeping her shrug shouldered and pulled against him so that she could do little in the way of retaliation. Despite his aggressive move on her though, she did not fight him, instead she kissed back, biting his lip and drawing a touch of blood as she did so, her teeth every bit as sharp as his. Her hands slid onto his tight chest, nails raking a small trail from his collar bone to his navel. He growled into her kiss, wanting her even more now, so over his shoulder she went before he raped her right there. Arch went in through the side, he had a permanent room at this inn, so he took the back stairs to get to it. Once he closed the door she was fair game. Her back hit the wall as he slung her from his shoulder, though he didn't let her slide down. He kissed her again, this time she ripped his shirt all the way off of him. As the flimsy cloth of his shirt hit the floor her hands had already gone to his pants, unlashing them in one single stroke through the leather tie that held them close, she had very sharp nails. Arch growled again as he pushed his body against hers, lifting her entirety as he shoved his thick cock into her, there was no warning, she let the little beast out and he went right to work. Her retort was a grunt and to kiss him ravenously. Arch thrust into her harshly, her back slid up and down the plaster wall as he did so, her insides sucked his cock into her like a hungry calf at feeding time. Very soon Arch moved her, wanting her on her back he spun her from the wall, plopping her onto the dresser top so that he could push her head back. He wanted to watch her face as his throbbing member violated her petite body. He pulled her legs to the side, splaying her open so that he could as well watch his thick cock spread her now bruised pussy as the muscle went in and out of her wet hole repeatedly. Sienna's head fell back off the back of the dresser as her body jerked the entire structure to and fro with the force of his thrusts. The only thing she could reach at that point were her own breast, so those were what her fingers tortured with kneading, pulling and squeezing. Her lips parted as if to scream but instead she spoke, "Oh gods your cock is huge, it feels so good, fuck me, fuck me harder!" Arch was happy to oblige, his hands slipped under her and he gripped her ass cheeks hard. He was sure she would have bruises just from him moving her and using her ass as a handle to get her to the couch that was near center of the room. When he reached the couch he pulled out of her, threw her down over the back of the thing so that her ass was in the air. Her face hit the seat cushion as she cried out, without warning his cock once again slammed into her and began to once again pummel her silken insides. Arch hitched one of his feet up on the back of the couch, angling himself to dive strait down into her throbbing pussy, this way he could practically shove his balls into her, as well, he could slam her harder in this over the top position. With this action Sienna screamed, it was not a pained scream, it was an overstimulated scream, to which only made him more aggressively pound into her body. When her pussy began to tighten even more he knew she was about to explode on him, so he moved again. Now standing behind her he tangled her hair into his fist and drew her shoulders off the couch. The resounding slap of two hard bodies hitting together was the only noise filling the room as she held her breath. With her back arched the way it was all she could do was cum, and gasp for air. Her ass was shaking to and fro with each of his strikes into her and his fist was tightening in her hair. As he came inside her he thrust deep, then pulled nearly all the way back out as he continued to pummel her while he finished. His last pulsating stroke settled deep inside her, he tapped the head of his cock on her cervix and rode the wave of body convulsions she gave him as she came one last time for him. Once she began to relax inside he took her legs and flipped her onto the couch properly, the glow of being freshly fucked still caressed her flushed cheeks. Arch looked down at her. "You're saved, I'll get you some clothes and tomorrow, then we will deliver you back to your posh life. But until then, I'm going to fuck you all night, so I'll be back, we need food." He disappeared from her view, the door nearly slammed shut and she could hear his footfalls on the stairs leading to the main portion of the inn. Sienna grinned, ran a finger over her throbbing clit and sighed, happy to of been saved by the animalistic Ratel. He would make a fine rendezvous for when she wanted fucked hard and fast, she would have to make sure she could contact him again. But for now, her eyes closed slowly and she dreamed deeply of rage fucking Arch again and again.