Desire (Flashback/Mature)

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Desire WARNING: Contains Mature Content Timestamp: Winter 19, 494 AV A continuation of the events from Negotiations A full day had passed since Massacre and his tribe had attacked a small shelter along the road and taken the family resting there. The father had been sent back to Syliras and told if he wanted to see his family again he would have to return with enough food to feed the entire tribe for the rest of the season. They didn't expect him to be back for several days, however, and this was only the second. Of the two women taken, the older one had been given the task of educating the Zith children in the ways of the human world, to provide them a better understanding of those they would eventually come to hunt. The younger woman tended to the horse, and the children were left to their own devices under the careful watch of a small group of Zith females. Massacre watched the younger woman from a distance as she brushed the horse's mane. She fascinated him, and he could not deny her beauty either. Massacre had never been with a human before, though he could tell at least one Zith had had his way with her judging by the scratches in her body and torn clothing. The woman's foreign appeal was irresistible and Massacre knew he had to have her. As he approached the woman tensed and the horse whinnied. If she had any doubt as to what he wanted she had only to look between his legs to find the answer. "Please.. don't hurt me." Massacre smiled and took the woman's arm firmly in his hand. He leaned forward, pressing against her and took in the scent of her long dark hair. She smelled faintly of flowers, beautiful flowers. The woman did not fight him when he dragged her away from the horse. She was submissive and he liked that. She whimpered slightly as he led her away from the rest of the tribe. It wasn't that he was modest, but rather he did not want to be interrupted by the other males. Massacre led the woman into the trees, and when he was satisfied they were far enough away he stopped and turned to face her.

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Massacre never let go of her arm. He pulled her up against him, pressing hard between her feeling the warmth under her clothes. He breathed in the scent of her hair and ran his tongue up her neck to the ear. She tasted salty, from the sweat. "Please, I beg you.." Massacre frowned, and jerked the woman away from him, holding now by both shoulders. "What is your name, woman?" The woman looked confused and stammered in reply, "My.. my name? Why do you? It is.. Lily." "Lily, like the flower?" The woman nodded nervously. Massacre did not truly care what the woman's name was, he was merely toying with her. Names were a personal matter, and to take her knowing her name made the moment all the sweeter. "My name is Massacre. Do you know the word? Do you know what it means?" Lily looked afraid. She knew what the word meant, knew what it implied, but the Zith wanted an answer. "It.. it means to kill. To kill a lot.. without any hope of them surviving." Massacre smiled cruelly and with his left hand he cut a line down the woman's shirt with his sharp nail, going between her cleavage and exposing her supple breasts. The shirt was ruined, but she didn't need it. In truth, he was surprised she was able to wear her clothes at all if another Zith had already taken her. Perhaps they had enjoyed the feel of the fabric and left it on. "Yes, and a massacre is what will happen to your young if you fight against me."

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The rest of her clothes were shred as Massacre tore them from her body, and when he was done she stood before him naked and shivering in fear. Her body was so like a Zith's, though devoid of fur and wings of course. He had heard of human's who claimed the Zith were once like them, without fur, claws, or wings. Massacre could not imagine such a pathetic life, bound to the ground and with no natural weapons to protect oneself. He could not believe the Zith were ever human, despite the similarities. Infuriated that such a notion even existed, Massacre slapped the woman across the face drawing lines of blood with his clawed hands. Before she had a chance to so much as cry out he shoved her back against a tree. She grunted as the wind was knocked out of her and he grabbed her by the shoulders, spinning her around and pressing against her backside. The warmth that enveloped him as he slipped between her legs was ecstasy, and he let out a pleasured curse in Zithanese. Massacre moved back and forth, fast and hard. He drew blood when he reached around with his right hand and sunk his claws into her breast, grabbing hold for leverage. The woman's tears sprinkled the ground as she shuddered with each movement, each time he drove deep inside her. She felt not an ounce of pleasure, only pain and a growing feeling of emptiness. Massacre did not care, she was nothing but meat to him. How he would love to taste of her flesh, but that would be going too far. Her life was promised so long as the man kept his end of the bargain, and he could not break that deal. He let go with his right hand and brought a finger to his lips. Tasting her blood would have to do.

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The Zith continued until he was spent. His fur was drenched in a mixture of sweat and the woman's own blood. The scent was intoxicating, and his desire returned almost immediately. He took her again, and when he was finally done and let her go she collapsed at his feet. Massacre regarded her contemptuously as she curled up in a ball and shed more tears. It was sickening how weak her race was, and he felt no pity for the human. Massacre knelt down next to her, his wings covering her in his shadow, and he whispered tenderly in her ear. "I pray now to your gods your man does not return. I would hate to see an end to our time together."

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Massacre made his way back to camp, unconcerned with the woman he had left behind. He knew she would follow eventually, she could not leave behind her children. That was one thing about human's he did admire, their loyalty to their own. It was one thing many Zith were missing. One of the other hunters eyed him as he came in, a knowing grin on his face. After Massacre passed him by the hunter headed into the woods for some fun of his own. Massacre looked about the campsite and sighed. He hated being on the ground, but they had no way of getting the humans to their normal resting spot, so the tribe had elected to stay near the road at least until their business was finished. Massacre soon felt the presence of another Zith next to him and out of the corner of his eye he saw it was Arri, his mate. "Did you have fun with your human," the Zith asked. Massacre shook his head in irritation. "What does it matter?" "Why do you choose her when you have me!?" "Damnit, Arri," Massacre shouted as he spun toward her and smacked her in the face with the backside of his hand, "This is not your precious human loving Xy. Start acting like you belong!" Arri did not respond, holding her hand to her cheek in shock and anger. Massacre shook his head and started to turn away when Arri snapped. Shrieking she leaped at her mate and slashed his backside with her claws, staining her fur with his blood. Massacre's eyes widened and flashed with anger, and he turned just in time to duck under a follow up attack by the females clawed left hand. He pushed forward and shouldered her in the gut, sending her staggering back. "Fight me then, and prove you belong here! Prove you are worth my sole attentions!"

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Massacre slashed his mate across the chest, his claws cutting through fur and flesh and revealing the red blood hidden beneath. Arri growled and countered with a right handed swipe to his face which Massacre narrowly dodged. In a real fight she wouldn't have stood a chance against the larger and more skilled Zith, but this was about anger and possibly even love more than any real desire to kill the other. Arri wanted him solely for herself, but to earn that right she had to prove her worth. She was determined to make him hers. She was a wolf, a deadly predator, and no sheep was going to steal her mate. From Massacre's point of view she was just a crazy bitch. What did it matter if he fucked the human, it was his right. His claim to the spoils of the hunt. If anything she should be mad that other males who hadn't even taken part in the hunt were touching the woman. But it didn't matter what he thought, Arri was attacking him again with insane fury and he was forced to take a few steps back. His practiced eyes searched for an opening as he ducked and dodged and avoided the majority of her attacks, though he still suffered a few bloody scratches. Finally he spotted a hole in her assault and took advantage, ducking under an attack and tackling her to the ground. The two rolled about in the dirt tearing at each other and biting, each trying to gain the upper hand. A crowd had grown around then to watch the spectacle, unconcerned for either Zith's well being. Such disputes were common place for their race, and it was always more fun to watch than to actually take part. Finally Massacre gained the upper hand, flipping Arri over and leaping atop her. With one hand he pressed her to the ground, the other raised to strike. His wings were spread wide in a show of dominance and both Zith panted heavily from exhaustion.

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Massacre stared down at his mate, covered in dirt and blood, and watched the rise and fall of her chest beneath his clawed hand. Her eyes were a deep red to match his own, and were filled with a mixture of defiance and lust. Massacre felt his own arousal rise as the adrenaline of the fight shifted from fueling his rage to other ideas. Massacre's claws were sunk into Arri's flesh, and when he lifted them blood spurted out and onto her breasts. The image sent him into an all new frenzy and he roughly slid into her. Arri gasped as she was penetrated by his warm erection and ran her claws passionately down his back. The crowd looked on, finding the new scene just as entertaining as the last, and it was almost as violent. The pair rolled together, clawing passionately as Massacre drove himself into his mate over and over. Arri moaned in pleasure and Massacre growled in response, leaning down and biting her shoulder blade. The taste of her flesh was glorious and the pain when she bit him back was ecstatic. Arri flipped him over, straddling atop the Zith and leaning back, her wings spread wide and tense as she tingled with pleasure. Massacre held her by the waist and pumped furiously. Some of the crowd had dissipated, growing bored with the spectacle, but those who remained cheered them both on. Faster and faster they went until in a final scream of pleasure both finished together. Arri slumped on top of her mate, her wings drooping down over then both, and Massacre licked at the blood his bite to her shoulder had drawn. She had proven her worth and more, the human Lily was completely forgotten. "I want her," Arri whispered into his ear. "What?" "I want her flesh. I want to watch as you take her, and feast on her flesh with you inside." Massacre pushed Arri back and stared into her eyes. She was serious, and he had never desired her more.

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Timestamp: Winter 21, 494 AV Two days had past and Arri was constantly pressuring Massacre to bring her the woman for their feast, but there was nothing he could do unless he wanted to bring about the ire of the tribe's elders for breaking their deal. His only hope was if the merchant didn't show up, but the scouts had just reported in saying the man was on his way with a large wagon in tow. Massacre tried to explain it to Arri, but she didn't care. And then she gave him an idea, "Why not go and kill the merchant, then the deal will be off. Make it look like other humans did it." It was a perfect idea. If the deal was off then Lily would be up for claim. Massacre already knew his only competition would be Razor. But Razor was hardly worth being called competition. All he had to do was sneak out during the day and go kill the merchant on the road. It would be easy. And that was why Massacre found himself flying along the Kabrin road heading north in broad daylight. It didn't take long for him to spot the wagon in the distance and Massacre beat his wings all the faster. He didn't like being out alone in the light and wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. The man must have spotted him because the wagon slowed to a stop and seemed to be waiting for him. As Massacre neared and studied the man from above he started to get a bad feeling. And that's when it happened. Five armored men jumped out of the wagon, all equipped with swords and bows. They were Syliran Knights, and Massacre realized suddenly that it was an ambush. five arrows were launched his way and all the Zith could do to avoid them was to fall. He stopped flapping his wings and dropped out of the sky, but one of the arrows still grazed him in the leg as it shot past. Massacre angled himself into a dive as he fell and anther volley of arrows just barely missed him. He sped faster and faster toward the ground and at the last instant unfolded his wings and leveled out mere feet from the ground. Massacre was coming straight at the Knights, causing them to drop their bows and scramble for their swords, but he had no intention of engaging any of them. Just before he reached knights Massacre angled up and rocketed past overhead and further down the road. He beat his wings harder than ever before and rose as quickly as he could. His leg ached but the wound was superficial and was nothing to worry about. Massacre flew as high as he could out of range of the arrows and turned back toward the camp. Wagons were slow and it would still take them until the following morning to catch up, but Massacre would be back by sundown.

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Flying into the camp at dusk Massacre landed and stumbled before the elders, who regarded him with curiosity. "The human has broken the bargain!" They looked surprised and asked how he knew this, and Massacre proceeded to explain what had happened. Nobody questioned why he had been out on the road, the focus being on that there were armed knights headed there way. "Kill the humans, and when you are done with them leave the remains at the shelter! We will leave at midnight." A cheer went up among the Zith, who were all looking forward to a good feast, and most went straight for the children. Massacre turned to find Lily, only to spot Razor approaching her. Furious, he charged his fellow hunter and socked him in the face. "She's mine!" "What!? You have already had your fun with her and I have just as much claim to her as you do!" "No, I claim her! She is mine." Razor turned to face off with Massacre, both ready to settle the dispute with their claws, but Arri quickly walked up next to her mate. "I claim her as well. She is ours." Razor's eyes shifted back and forth between the male and female Zith before finally settling on Massacre, his deep blues locking on to Massacre's reds. Both Zith stood tall, their claws flexed. Their wings were raised and rigid in a sign of dominance and aggression, and neither appeared they would back down. For some time they stared into each others eyes, both emitting a low guttural rumbling noise from deep in their throats. After a while Razor broke eye contact, defeated, and his wings slumped. "Fine, have your bitch." Massacre immediately turned to Lily. The entire time they had been speaking Zith and the human couldn't have understood them if she tried, but when Massacre's eyes met hers she broke down and panicked, turning and running away. Massacre let out a deep laugh and chased after her, lifting off the ground as he beat his wings. He caught up to her easily and snatched her off the ground, lifting her struggling form into the sky. Arri quickly joined him and together they flew away from the tribe, seeking privacy away from prying eyes.

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They took Lily to the shelter where it had all started. When they landed the human fell to her knees and wept. She looked up at the pair of Zith, "Please, what is going to happen to my children?" Massacre merely smiled and shoved her inside. The door was slammed shut, blocking out all light, but for the two Zith it was bright as day. Massacre laid his claws on the woman's shoulders, noting the fact that she had turned one of the furs from the wagon into a sort of clothing. What was with humans and their need to cover themselves? It wasn't even cold out. The clothes were quickly removed and tossed aside and Massacre pulled the woman close to him. She shivered in fear as he whispered into her ear, knowing full well she didn't understand since he was speaking in the Zith language. "She's beautiful, isn't she?" Arri regarded the naked female coldly and replied simply, "She looks delicious." Massacre reached down between the woman's legs, his claws delicately tracing the sensitive flesh that resided there, and he whispered again, this time in common. "You are going to die here." The woman shuddered and nearly lost all strength in her legs, but Massacre held her up. Finally she managed to stammer out the words, "My.. my children?" Massacre glanced over at Arri, then turned his focus back on the human. "They will not suffer past this night, so long as you do not fight me." Lily slumped in his arms even further and finally whispered, "Okay." Arri grunted and muttered something in Zith about how weak the human was before bidding her mate to continue. Massacre grinned and locked eyes with his mate, then grabbed the woman by the hips and thrust into her. She gasped in pain but Massacre did not stop. He never took his eyes off Arri, who was watching with great interest. She seemed to be enjoying it, but he could also see the anger and hunger in her eyes.