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The landscape was a dark and menacing realm, a place where the fog clung to the ground out of fear, slithering amidst the blasted outcrops of jagged stone and mutated blisters of warped vegetation. The ground was split and dry, having never tasted anything but the most stagnate spatters of drizzle from the miser heavens.

The plants that managed to peek through the splits clung by shallow roots, and had been infected by the insidious wickedness of the place. The bushes and frugal amount of trees were bleak specimens, their limbs arthritic, clawed and flecked with thorns. They looked like agonised screams set as sculptures to intimidate those who bore witness to them.

Volcanic pits were sporadically placed amidst the uneven hillocks and shallow valleys, smoking angrily, chugging great plumes of sulphuric smog into the sky.

The heavens were low and possessed by insane turmoil, the lugubrious sheets of clouds smacked by tempestuous winds that churned and rushed them across the sky.

Sporadic discharges of lightning spat hatefully from above to lick the soiled ground, sending rumbling tones across the landscape.

But despite the agitated air it remained cold and still upon the ground, numbing the skin, defying the pits of molten rock.

‘I really like this place,’ decreed Kitjana, with effervescent merriment. Like all the competitors the witch was on horseback. The midnight chargers showed more than a glimmer of sentience in their eyes, the slaves transmogrified by sorcery into the semblance of a true mount. The arts of magic had done more than just recreate them as horses, it had gone further, and each steed extended folded-feathered wings at its flanks; in lands beyond the furthest reaches of dreams, the will of a warlock could alter and transgress any normal law.

In addition to cloned mounts, each of the eager contestants was attired in the same uniform. White riding trousers clung to their legs, the stark garment sliding beneath polished boots. The males wore knee-high riding boots, while the females had skin-hugging thigh boots equipped with a shallow heel. Both examples of polished leather footwear offered wicked spurs for the encouragement of their mount.

All of them wore a leather top; the high-necked garment zipped down the front, with long sleeves that entered gloves, reducing all to absolute shades of black and white.

With hair tied back and an assortment of crops and dressage whips at hand, they held the reigns of their beasts and shifted in the saddle, waiting for the trump that would start the race.

Kira looked left and right, her seneschal beside her and staring dolefully at the artificial kingdom. Relaxing in the saddle she savoured the feel of her new outfit. She admired the way her legs appeared in the white trousers and thigh boots, the flattering mixture added to with her top, her breasts pressing against the front, struggling against the contoured fit, the leather smooth and sensuous upon her. The black crop she held felt good in her grasp and she was eager to use it, to fling the implement into her steed and abuse someone for the first time.

The queen, Kitjana, and several of the most prestigious and high-ranking leaders of house, sect and tribe had joined them, taking the full number to around two dozen riders.

About the shod hooves of their steeds scampered the hounds. The slave pack had been bound in tight latex uniforms of the same kind Kira herself had once been condemned in. Their rear legs were free though, allowing them to scamper with greater ease. Their faces were fitted with snarling snouts, the elaborate gags buckled firmly in place and only permitting the most bestial grunts and moans to seep through. Their upright tails bobbed and waggled as they milled lazily about, brushing up against one another, wondering when they would be set free.

‘Release the wolves!’ yelled the queen, and with a sudden flurry of activity the leashes were set free of Thanos and Corin. Together the two lupines bounded forward, vaulting boulders and dashing into the hesitant half twilight of the landscape. Their mighty furred bodies sprang and darted, quickly carrying them out of sight.

From what Kira had heard of the plan, they had fifteen minutes before their collars demanded that they resume a less formidable state, granting the two fugitives a valuable window of opportunity to gain distance on their pursuers.

The minutes continued to trickle by, the soft winds descending from above to brush the surface, vastly less savage than the tornado raging overhead.

Kira regarded the skies and thought on what to do.

Ascending into such a storm would make her steed hard to control, and besides, visibility of the land below would be greatly reduced. Her best bet was to use a mix of running and gliding, exploiting chances to fly from peak to peak, gliding down valleys, almost like leapfrogging through the realm in search of the prey. She wanted to catch one of the lupines, to have her way with them before anyone else turned up. And if she could ensure it was Kitjana who won the beasts, then Cassandra would be ecstatic, a blessing that would translate into some intense days of pleasure for her as a reward.

A single trumpet note blasted the air, shrill and melodious, the signal causing a thundering stampede of hooves, the slap of crops to flesh, the pounding drive of prancing paws and the rustle of feathers against the air as some immediately took to the skies.

Kira started to trot forward, nudging the flanks of the woman she had seen wracked by a swirling bank of scintillating mist, her body changing with the will of a warlock until she was altered to the state she now bore.

Watching the others streak into the terrain with gusto, Kira pondered her tactics. Corin and Thanos might well be prey, but they were also intelligent hunters and knew well what was expected of cunning quarry. But this experience at stalking was tempered by the fact that she knew Thanos was besotted with the queen, and Corin was most likely of the same doctrine. Thus they would be desperate to avoid capture by any save the queen, and the best way to do that was to hide and wait until the game was called off.

Stroking her chin, Kira took a deep breath and released it as a sigh, the feel of the strong beast between her legs strangely arousing. Bouncing lightly in the leather saddle she flicked her weapon into the woman and steered her towards an outcrop.

The sounds of the others were dimming into the middle distance as Kira considered the possibility that one or both of her targets would rush pell-mell until out of sight and then stop before taking refuge. They were skilled at woodcraft, they could easily find a hiding place that would elude easy detection, and with the initial mad advance of the hunters, they would surely miss the lupines in that first crazy bolt to catch up and close the fifteen-minute gap as quickly as possible.

Afterwards, the pair could work their way back to the starting area, pass it and find shelter to wait until the hunters had scoured the regions beyond for hours. Once they were exhausted, bored and infuriated enough to call the hunt to an end, the two of them would emerge, ready to return to the queen.

Kicking her spurs into the steed she slapped it with her crop and took firm hold of the reigns, driving the steed into the air. Its wings flung open and the woman leapt from the outcrop. The wind rushed under her sorcerously enhanced wings and she glided forward, ascending upward with Kira’s demands.

The wind billowed through Kira’s hair, streaming over her body, the leather tight against her skin, feeling like a shell against the elements as she steered her mount onto a higher peak. It was an exhilarating rush to travel thus, and the crop gained alacrity in her hand, feeling strangely at home in her leather-clad fingers.

Hooves clattered on a tenuous perch and she brought the creature to a halt. She scanned the land, looking across the plateaux and crevasses, considering routes that might lend credence to her strategy. It was distinctly possible, so she slipped from her saddle and slapped the beast’s rump.

‘Go, fly off as far as you want,’ she ordered.

The Pegasus launched into the air, diving into a low swoop that buffeted the plants and scattered small stones upon her turbulence. Kira realised that if she kept this low on her route out, the lupines might see that she was rider-less and suspect an ambush. ‘But keep high!’ she shouted, making the servant climb radically, her dark form vanishing into the overhead storm.

Watching with satisfaction as quiet descended upon the area, Kira jumped from the ledge, falling the distance to the ground and landing into a crouch. Rising from what would have been a crippling plunge to any mortal, she started to jog off and locate a vantage point from which to covertly spy. Settling into the arms of shadow about some misshapen trees, she remained still and watched the land.

Scarcely an hour had passed when she caught a hint of movement. Smiling to herself, Kira squinted, trying to focus more clearly. A huddled form was skipping from cover to cover, working a path along the trenches and lowest regions of shelter.

A glimpse of short blonde hair testified that it was Corin.

‘Well, well, well,’ whispered Kira to herself, rubbing her gloved hands over each other in anticipation and then down the contours of her snug jacket, straightening the leather folds. ‘I spy with my little eye…’

She watched unobtrusively for a little while longer, keeping her eyes on Corin’s progress, watching her naked form slip through shadow and shade, her body athletic, seductive, teasing her eyes, making a hand drop between her legs and caress the front of her white breeches.

Kira fantasised of what the woman’s flesh would be like, how it would feel to pin her down, take her, defeat a creature that would ordinarily prove her equal or even her better. To forcefully make a woman service her, to taste her, to control her; it was a delightful notion that aroused Kira more every second she was looking at Corin, the sight feeding her impatience.

Occasionally she diverted her attention to the rest of the scene, trying to see if Thanos were abroad. But of her lover there was no sign.

Eventually she gave up on him and waited until Corin had settled into a subtle cave well behind the starting point. Wandering down she carefully padded over, avoiding any lose debris that might give premature warning of her approach. It was a futile precaution.

Corin’s senses were those of the wilds, and she picked up Kira’s almost inaudible sneaking steps long before she arrived.

With no option to rash flight, Corin leapt from her hiding place and ran from Kira, her naked human form far less speedy than the robust brawn of her full canine visage.

Kira gave chase, her thigh boots carrying her from rock to rock, her balance perfect even against the small heels.

The bright tone of their scrape and click against the rock was a metronome beat, counting off the seconds of the chase. With her dead heart thumping in her chest, her fangs started to emerge, coaxed out by the chase, the adrenaline surge of pursuing prey, hounding it to exhaustion.

Her senses seemed to sharpen as she continued the hunt, her vampire blood accentuating her sensory input, answering the demands of the chase, and fulfilling her primary purpose.

She could hear Corin’s ragged breath, sobbing in and out. Her mouth would be dry, her lungs cold from strain, her limbs aching as her own pulse screamed through her veins, her senses dizzy as fatigue continued its encroaching gnaw into her anatomy. It was as though Kira was sharing the woman’s body with her, and the fear and stress within it made her hunger continue to bloat.

Stumbles and reckless staggers started to appear in her step with increasing regularity, the woman nearing collapse, fighting to escape, to stay the property of the queen. It was this thought that spurred Kira onwards, all hint of mercy evaporating. She maliciously overtook her prey, working a swift route ahead of her, and crippled by tiredness the woman failed to detect her.

‘Going somewhere?’ she stated, skidding to a halt on a boulder, her heels scratching long lines in the granite.

With hands on her hips she glared down at the woman below her scrabbling to get up onto the high rock, which Kira now occupied.

‘No!’ wailed the lupine, throwing herself back, almost falling down the short slope from her impetuous and panicked response. Lurching carelessly back along her path, her shins and feet were scratched by the unforgiving terrain, her sole instinct being rapid flight.

‘I’m coming for you, Corin!’ laughed Kira, thrilled with the hunt, her body tingling with relish, of power over another being. She had no idea how exhilarating it could be, or how this shade of dominance could kindle a new thirst within her.

Smacking her lips she slid her crop into her belt and vaulted across another rock before sprinting down a short trench, accelerating towards the end, her ears keeping perfect track of Corin’s locale, her body moving like fluid, almost without her control, answering the blood call of her vitality.

With a mighty spring she launched into the air, vaulting the natural stone wall and landing on the area beyond, dropping right before the terrified Corin. ‘Boo!’ she softly declared, causing Corin to whirl, lose her footing and collapse. Possessed by her fight to escape the woman clawed her way backwards, scrabbling on all fours, shoving randomly with her limbs to escape.

Kira walked menacingly forward, her sauntering stride filled with arrogance, her hips swinging, her hands occasionally tracing a brief line on the rocks as she idly closed in on her captive. ‘Nowhere to run to, baby,’ sung Kira with a jovial brightness, tilting her head quizzically to one side as she beheld Corin’s aghast expression.

‘Nowhere to hide.’

‘Please, please don’t!’ Corin sobbed, her back bumping a craggy pillar, signalling an end to her retreat.

‘Please, what!’ growled Kira, furrowing her brow and regarding the frightened woman from under this grim glare.

‘Please, my lady,’ she corrected.

Kira excogitated the title for a moment, and then shook her head. ‘No, call me mistress,’ she ordered.

‘Please, mistress, just let me go, don’t let me be caught, mistress,’ she implored, her body running with lines of sweat from her run.

‘Scared? Scared of losing your precious little queen?’

she mocked, moving resolutely upon her target, taking her time, her crop slapping against her side as it lay tucked in her belt. ‘Well you should be. Who knows who you’ll end up with? Who will find us first, eh? The queen, or Kitjana?’

‘I don’t want to leave her,’ she wept. ‘Please, help me.

I know you’re from the palace. Surely you can understand?’

‘Enough!’ snapped Kira, a sudden vehemence entering her words as she ducked forward, clapping a hand around Corin’s neck, pinning her to the stone. ‘I’ll be taking my own prize from you, Corin!’ she snarled, unveiling her fangs, her eyes lighting up internally with crimson fury.

With a thrust she cast the woman to the ground, dropping her onto her front, and before the startled woman could move she set a heeled foot into her back and pressed, the leather thigh boot rippling with her muscles as she defeated Corin’s attempts to rise. It felt wonderful to subdue someone thus, to see a gorgeous naked form squirm under her boot. ‘Down girl,’ she purred, and grabbed Corin’s right arm, hauling it up, stretching her backwards a little, leaving the other scrabbling vainly against the rock.

‘Ow, stop… that hurts!’ Corin mewled.

‘Really? Then this must be insufferable agony,’ she chuckled, and tugging the crop from her belt she swung it down into the lupine’s rear. With a hearty smack the flesh quivered and the woman yelled, bucking, her legs kicking as she fought Kira’s hold, her other hand reaching round to paw at Kira’s other boot.

‘No! Stop! Please! I’m begging you!’ she wailed.

‘Oh come now, surely the queen has done far worse,’

retorted Kira, and thrashed the woman’s rump again and again, painting hot welts on her skin, her body cavorting under her control.

Corin’s free hand bent back and slipped against the polished leather of Kira’s boots, unable to dislodge her as the fingers of her other hand clenched and wriggled in desperation.

The queen had to have taught Corin to enjoy such punishment otherwise she would not have risked displaying her at the feast or including her in the hunt.

The girl was just resisting because she did not know Kira, perhaps believed her inferior to the queen, and of course, there was the fear of losing her precious royal vampiress.

All the possible rationales irritated Kira further, making her more stringent in her scourging.

‘Aaah! Stop! Ow!’ whimpered Corin, responding energetically to every lick of the woven stalk, the leather hoop ringing against her soft flesh.

‘If you don’t keep quiet I’ll punish you more!’ Kira snapped, and started to strike harder into her target to ensure she failed to comply. Corin tried to bite down onto her words, but the added ferocity coupled with Kira’s significant strength and personal knowledge of where and how to achieve the sternest results had her howling with duress in moments.

‘That’s it; I warned you,’ Kira murmured bitterly, twirling the crop and lodging it under her armpit, pinning it in place before turning the captured limb. Snagging the other wrist she pulled them up, turning Corin onto her back before descending with her knees, pinning them beneath her shins.

‘Beg my forgiveness and I might spare you,’ she offered, peering into the lupine’s distressed eyes, glaring down her leather-clad torso, the crotch of her riding trousers hanging over the woman’s face, threatening to smother her.

‘ Please, mistress, I’m so sorry…’ she croaked. ‘Please forgive me. I’ll do anything you want, I didn’t mean to offend you.’

Kira pondered for a moment, deliberately exaggerating the feat, putting a finger to her lips as she looked up in contemplation. ‘Not good enough,’ she laughed, and started to lower into position.

‘Noooo-mmmph,’ came Corin’s response, the words lost as Kira settled into position, the nose of the female pressing into her loins, a wonderful precursor tease. She could feel the soft drag of air through the weave of the fabric, Corin sifting the most meagre influx through the tight material, hauling at it, her eyes wide as she fought for every fraction of a breath.

‘What’s that?’ Kira questioned, throwing a hand to cup her ear as she detected faint murmurs from beneath her.

‘Speak up,’ she snapped, and flung the crop back, catching the side of Corin’s thigh. The woman’s eyes screwed up, her legs curling together, knotting intricately as she battled the effects of the stroke. Kira lifted herself a little, letting the woman gulp down lungfuls of air, coughing and spluttering.

‘I’m going to give you a good beating now, Corin.

Understand?’ she questioned, rolling the crop in her fingers.

‘Y-yes, mistress,’ she stammered, her eyes half closed and full of water.

Kira frowned, caught by surprise at the ease with which the woman had accepted the chastisement. Perhaps the queen had trained her more thoroughly than she at first thought. But then as she settled back down, allowing the woman to steal a great gasp before she was stifled, she saw her open her mouth wide, and as she rode the woman’s face, she could feel her tongue tasting the fabric of her riding breeches.

Despite these suspicions, Kira hurled the crop around behind her, afflicting the powerful thighs of her prisoner with the weapon, and when she parted them Kira never once missed the opportunity to hack into her inner region, installing the most caustic of weals.

Kira rode the woman as she bucked and kicked, jolting under the weight of her torturess, unable to defeat the awesome strength of the brood vampire. Corin’s hands were rendered claws, trying to grab her oppressor, her legs slamming against the ground, the slap of flesh to rock merging with muted hollers and the stinging crack of the punishing implement as it went to work.

Only once Corin was red in face and thigh did Kira stop and rise, allowing her charge to drag down her 209

breath. Barely had she gained the first than she addressed her villain, Kira stroking the warmed front of her trousers, saliva and her own moisture tainting them, her mind heady with the elation of dominance.

‘Th-thank you… m-mistress,’ Corin managed, swallowing for strength at the end, her eyes closed, her senses reeling, her mind full of haze from the effects of deprivation.

‘Good slave,’ commented Kira, reaching down to cup the woman’s chin. ‘Such a waste; to squander something so delightful,’ she said to herself, reaching back and running a gloved hand down the woman’s thigh, tracing the purple lines set indelibly upon her, and as she crossed the pudenda of the woman she found her damp with arousal. ‘You little pervert,’ she grinned with astonishment, reaching across with the crop and running its ring of hide through the folds of her labia. The woman groaned deeply, her mouth wide as she felt the passage of the weapon across her naked loins. ‘Look at this,’

said Kira, showing her the glistening moisture upon the leather. She smiled and forced it to Corin’s lips. ‘Clean it off, slave,’ she demanded, making the woman lap it as she continued her accusations.

‘All this time you’ve been playing me like a fool, having me think you were genuinely resisting me.

Tricking me, no less.’

‘I… I’m sorry, mistress,’ she snorted, her tongue rolling across the leather with fetishistic craving, adoring it as the tool of her own derogation and torment.

‘Well, I can see I…’ Kira began and then paused, yanking the crop away from Corin’s squirming tongue.

‘Hold on a minute,’ she said, wondering, running her theory through her mind to see if it could be true. Then, placing her fists around her waist, she glared down on her subject.

‘Just who are you running from, slave?’ Kira hissed.

Corin seemed to go pale, as though some terrible and dark secret had been unearthed and she was too frightened to let it be confirmed.

‘Tell me!’ shouted Kira, making Corin flinch, her eyes wild, her mouth forming half words, trying to air them but her reservations were too great.

‘Fine!’ huffed Kira, unbuckling her belt, unbuttoning her trousers, dropping the zip and then pulling them down, revealing her naked hindquarters to the captive.

Dropping back into place, Kira heard a startled gasp before the lupine was smothered by her humid sex. ‘Lick!

Lick or I’ll suffocate you, bitch!’ Kira tersely ordered, wriggling her loins on the buried face, her legs still keeping the woman’s arms under firm control, her inner thighs squeezing her skull in a terrible grip.

Looking into the eyes of the woman, Kira could see the joy in them, the pleasure in being so mercilessly controlled; forced to service another woman, to taste her, her very breath regulated by the results of satisfactory cunnilingus.

‘Tell me, Corin,’ Kira demanded, and flung the crop back in one hand while the other grabbed the woman’s hair and pulled it towards the ground, afflicting her roots as a further incentive to confess. The crop stung her thigh, then her hip, before continuing its random targeting of her legs with occasional soft slaps into her loins, these being the ones that gained the most wild results from her captive.

Occasionally Kira lifted a little, allowing the woman some much-needed sobs of air before she was again submerged. During these moments of reprieve Corin was offered another chance to testify her truths, but she refused.

‘I guess I shall have to try other methods,’ Kira finally decided, her belly alive, her pleasure heightened to new zeniths of intensity by her new fledgling love of domination.

Leaning back, Kira aimed the crop, making Corin tense in anticipation and then melt as the woven stalk was drawn back and forth like the bow of a violin, sinking into her crotch, softly teasing her clitoris. Corin went more rigid than she had ever been under the lash, her body breaking into fits as Kira continued to play her womb, singing a song to have her confess this most lethal of secrets.

In mere moments Corin was almost on the verge of climax, at which time Kira stopped suddenly and lifted the shaft of the crop away. Corin twitched with tension, deprived of release, torn by a sudden and diabolic frustration.

‘Tell me who you are running from,’ commanded Kira, lifting up a little. ‘Tell me and I will finish you,’ she promised, bobbing the crop before Corin’s mortified eyes.

‘The queen! The queen! Now please, mistress, please!

Just a little more!’ she begged, so close to exhilarating release, hanging on the very lip and unable to gain it.

‘Good slave,’ cooed Kira, patting Corin’s cheek with a heavy hand. ‘Now do you want your reward?’ she taunted, swinging her hips, turning her crotch before Corin’s starving eyes.

‘Yes please, mistress… please,’ she snivelled. ‘I’ve told you what you want to know.’

As a response Kira settled back into place, putting the crop into its sodden valley and continuing the action. In seconds Corin exploded into orgasm, Kira dragging her through such bliss for a lengthy period, melting her sanity with the ordeal of utmost pleasure.

‘Come on, slave, let me here you squall,’ she scowled, her eyes sparkling with intense glee. ‘Sing to me.’ The crop rose and then fell, stinging the woman’s genitals with a brief swat that unleashed an undulating wail. ‘Oh, much better,’ reported Kira, the feel of someone’s sorrow vibrating her membranes satisfying her demands. ‘Now, continue, slave,’ she ordered, the woman requiring little extra encouragement to continue adoring Kira’s sex. Her tongue spilled forth with zeal to suddenly have Kira holding tightly to the woman’s head, gasping as she weathered the rapture, denying her slave breath until she had taken her full measure and been sated.

Shifting back a little onto the woman’s chest, her breasts like pillows, Kira regarded the lupine, moisture across her face, beads of sweat flecking her suffocated brow. ‘Why are you fleeing the queen, slave?’ she asked, refastening her attire.

‘I don’t want to end up like my brother, mistress,’ she whispered, on the verge of a faint.

Kira shook her head disapprovingly but sympathetically. She understood the woman perfectly. It was her own fear of being the queen’s consort, for the loss of her fickle favour would be damning. Corin was smart, she had seen this terrible fate and was trying to avoid it. While Thanos fled Kitjana, praying that his queen unearth him, Corin was doing the opposite.

‘So you want Kitjana to find you, to win you?’ asked Kira.

‘I… I’m not sure, mistress. I don’t want to stay with the queen. Any longer and I’ll fall in love with her, I know it. But if I am Kitjana’s I’ll never see the palace again. Plus, she is mortal. I’ll no longer be able to stay as a ghoul, to live this life for all eternity. I don’t want to die… my ancestors… Gaia, I… I’ll be damned if I die,’

she grizzled, afraid that mortality would prove her greatest threat. To live a long and luxurious life of perversity was adequate for most, but to this former paladin of Gaia, it was only a brief interlude before eternal purgatory from the wrath of the deity she had spurned descended upon her.

‘And what have we here?’ enquired a female voice, disrupting Kira’s turmoil beset thoughts as her mind raced to and fro, trying to find a way to resolve this predicament.

Turning on a whirl, Kira saw Ghrethekk jumping down onto the plateau from a ridge, the sound of her sisters close behind. The woman ran a hand down her leather covered breast and purred with libidinous glee.

‘Well, well, well, looks like my suspicions were right,’

she gloated, striding closer. ‘Little Corin backtracked.’

Kira arose and looked down on the terrified woman, the reputation of the Shadow-Angels chilling her soul.

Ownership by these lesbian harridans offered the same end as if Kitjana had caught her.

‘And now this little Gaia lupine is all mine,’ Ghrethekk growled hungrily.

‘Ours, dear sister!’ spat Tyorn, climbing over a neighbouring rock, her short brown locks damp with sweat from a long run.

‘Okay, ours,’ corrected Ghrethekk as Sesharll emerged from behind a plinth, the tall woman smiling quietly to herself as she regarded Corin.

‘You can leave her now, slave,’ stated Ghrethekk, absently motioning for Kira to step aside, treating her as nothing of consequence, as property that had fulfilled its function for its betters.

‘Others can win her?’ Kira questioned. ‘I thought only the queen or Kitjana could win the lupines?’

‘Things change, slave. Your owners need hardly bother enlightening you when the rules have been altered. I’m amazed you were included in the hunt in the first place.’

‘In that case, I claim her for myself,’ hissed Kira, standing over her prize. ‘I found her – you were too slow.

She is mine.’

A flicker of a grin touched Corin’s lips, but she knew Kira was hopelessly outmatched and knew also that Shadow-Angels rarely accepted defeat.

‘Don’t make me laugh, slave!’ snorted Ghrethekk derisively, striding casually over.

‘Give it up, slave girl,’ advised Sesharll with a chuckle.

‘You may be a vampire, but we are Shadow-Angels. We’ll carve you up even without full form.’

‘She’s right Kira, don’t do it,’ whimpered Corin, well aware of the strength these women commanded, a power she would be hesitant to face one on one herself, let alone three against one. ‘You’ll not stand a chance.’ She could be of no help; her collar stopped her changing form and providing assistance, and without a wolfen form she was just a mere mortal to them.

‘I am giving you one last chance to back off, Kira,’

Ghrethekk warned. ‘Queen or not, you’ll be dead in a second if you do not step away!’

Kira did not respond, instead she just steadied her heart and lowered her gaze, tensing her form, breathing softly, letting the blood of her heritage spill through her limbs, tightening the muscles. She could feel an itch in her fangs, the four incisors pushing forward, sensing the fight ahead.

‘Out of my way—’ began Ghrethekk, reaching forward to shove Kira aside and take what she wanted, but with a blur of motion Kira span, slamming her knuckles across the jaw of the woman, sending her arching back through the air to slam against the stone with a jarring crack that caused shocked silence to descend.

Ghrethekk did not turn immediately; she glared forward across the land, a trickle of blood seeping over her lip as her jaw shivered with inveterate bitterness. ‘Fine, if that’s the way you want to play it, girl,’ she growled, turning slowly to meet Kira’s gaze, her own eyes suddenly lighting up with empurpled radiance. Her flesh shuddered, unleashing the power of the Wyrm, changing her body, gathering muscles, claws and fangs, filling her female form with vicious unstoppable juggernaut power.

The uniform groaned briefly and became rags as she burst from it, shattering seams and letting the torn fragments fall from her. On taloned feet she stepped forward, flexing her new body, growling softly, her fangs winking in the dull light.

Kira held her ground, fixing the woman with a dead stare, letting her senses keep location on the others as they started to siphon in their power, charging their bodies slowly, building gradually to full form in case they were needed. They were being cautious, suspicious; a vampire did not challenge a lupine unless they had an ace up their sleeve.

Kira jumped forward, accepting the plunging claws of her opponent as they stabbed for her heart. A swat of her forearm connected with Ghrethekk’s, deviating the assault, letting it lance past, taking a nick from Kira’s shoulder and cutting the leather with ease. The severity of the thrust crippled the woman’s balance, sending the lupine forward a step and into Kira’s upsweeping leg.

With a dull note her knee sank into the iron muscles of the woman’s gut, the supernatural power behind it lifting the adversary from her feet, her breath exploding forth as a shocked choke.

Setting loose a hateful hiss, Kira whirled, throwing an arm up and bringing it down, keeping the fist to her chest so that the elbow skimmed the brow of the beast. There was a flesh-muffled crack of splintering bone and the woman was fired like a shot into the ground, the rock shattering beneath her.

From her supine position Ghrethekk sneered and kicked up, her foot like lightning, but Kira was ready for it, her eyes flashing with power, her blood like quicksilver in her veins. Her gloved hands caught the foot, holding it in a grapple and with a sidestep and a raging haul she tore the woman into the air and flung her at Sesharll.

The other lupine had been closing on her back and was caught by surprise, hardly expecting Kira to have the brawn to hurl the titanic form of Ghrethekk with such might. The woman slammed into her comrade, stripping her from her feet and sending them both into a twisted heap of arms and legs, fighting to disentangle themselves, their choler making their actions wild and reckless.

Tyorn sprang, leading with a spinning circle kick that whistled through the air. Kira could almost hear the woman’s thoughts in her skull as she whirled to face the new onslaught. Almost without looking she ducked into a crouch, evading the maiming swipe and throwing her arms up, catching the secondary attack, for the kick was a distraction, one to permit this homicidal riposte. Kira’s hands clamped to the upper and lower jaw of the woman, the long canine snout being caught and held dead in the air, unable to close, Kira’s sheer vigour eclipsing that of the lupine.

With a twist she thrust into the ground, dropping to one knee, slamming the woman’s crown into the stone.

With a brittle note Tyorn crumpled, fighting to regain her equilibrium, her battle frenzy leaving her oblivious to the injury.

But before Tyorn could bring her legs to bear on Kira the vampiress launched a hand up. Tyorn’s eyes caught sight of the gloved bludgeon as it reached its highest point, the light refracting the leather and the few dribbles of blood upon it. The werewolf’s eyes widened in shock at the sight and the fist descended with meteoric force before she could even react.

The massive displacement of flesh snapped the woman’s dense vertebrae, bringing a violent throe from her form as all strength drooled from it, a gurgle seeping over her spasming lips, the flesh curling back to expose sneering fangs.

Standing up Kira kept her eyes to the slack form, the lupine twitching, fighting to move as her body started to heal the grievous trauma. Without needing to see them Kira could hear the two women regaining their feet, regarding their enemy with berserker bile.

Looking calmly up at them, Kira smiled, revealing her fangs on the grin, her eyes trailing small particles of glowing bloody motes in the air.

Unable to admit defeat, the two women charged together with ascending roars of animus. Kira did not flinch, the ancient blood of her kind was in her mind now, and it wanted to rage.

Ghrethekk flung her claws forward, the razor-edged swords whistling past as Kira dodged, stepping aside to have Sesharll lance past on her momentum, deprived of a target by the nimble and impossibly fast sidestep.

Like a coiled spring Kira launched her head forward, the extended face of the lupine accepting her brow. Teeth shattered against her skin, the enamel fracturing before the wicked impetus cracked Ghrethekk’s jaw as well and doubled her up, casting her head low and straight into Kira’s upsweeping knee. Pain flared through Kira’s leg, her muscles straining at their limits, the joint almost breaking from the sheer velocity it imparted to the chest of the lupine.

Ribs snapped like dry kindling, her chest cavity staving in, crushing her organs as flabby grapes before her spine was dislocated. Ghrethekk’s body made a vertical ascent, a stream of red pouring from her mouth, marking her rise into the air.

With her descent Kira pirouetted like some diabolic ballerina, releasing a leg and slamming the side of her foot into the broken form, sending it skimming along the ground to smash into a raised boulder.

Tyorn turned and charged, both claws outstretched to grab her enemy, to stop her evasion, to defeat the dexterity that was ruining them.

Like air she passed through the natural blades, weaving in and locking her arms about Tyorn’s head. A violent spin pushed her neck beyond all tolerance and shattered the bone discs. The massive form spasmed and went limp in her arms. Kira released the indolent mountain of muscle and fur, letting it collapse at her feet.

Curling her leg up she kept her eyes on Ghrethekk and kicked down, stamping into Tyorn’s chest, committing similar atrocious carnage on the fallen warrior. Tyorn choked a stream of gore and spasmed into unconsciousness.

Reaching down, Kira trailed her gloved fingers through the blood and delivered it to her lips. Painting it on as a cosmetic, she then meticulously licked it off and rolled her digits across her palate. Shuddering from the frenzied eruption of energy through her anatomy, she walked towards the fallen form of Ghrethekk.

Ghrethekk had sagged, her body unable to quickly heal such mayhem, leaving her completely at Kira’s mercy.

The vampiress closed leisurely in, her arms flickering with bloodlust as the soft rustling crunch of re-knitting bone and healing flesh trickled into the air about the fallen amazon.

Kneeling before the defeated lupine she lifted the woman’s fractured jaw so she could meet her eyes, their red gazes locking to each as Kira spoke. ‘Know this, Ghrethekk. Corin is mine. This disagreement is at an end. Next time we fight, it will be to the death… and it will be to yours.’ She arose to walk back to her captive; Corin’s eyes startled, her voice stammering randomly, unable to fathom how the things she had just seen had actually happened.

‘It’s okay, Corin,’ Kira smiled, touching the woman’s cheek as she remained on the ground, the whole sanguinary conflict having taken a few paltry seconds.

‘I’m here to take care of you.’

‘Bravo, Kira, bravo,’ applauded the queen, clapping her hands as she stood on a spire of stone, a bright smile spread across her beautiful features. ‘I knew it the first time I tasted your blood,’ she added, stepping casually off the precipice and dropping near to her servant.

‘Your majesty, I… I…’ began Kira, her thoughts running everywhere, unable to think of anything to say.

Was she in trouble, had she broken laws by almost killing the queen’s guests?

‘Who could have guessed that such a whirlwind of death could be swimming through these veins,’ the queen went on, stepping behind Kira, running her hands up Kira’s arms. The sensation made her shiver, wobbling on her heels, the touch of the most salacious of vampiress exquisite. It had been so long that she had almost forgotten it, her resentment hiding the sweet memory from her.

‘You knew, your majesty?’ she asked softly, the hands moving in, pressing her against the form of the goddess, the queen taking hold of a leather-sheathed breast as another traced a finger down Kira’s fangs.

‘I suspected,’ she answered, embracing Kira as tenderly and lovingly as she had that first night. ‘When one reaches an age such as mine, you get to notice when there’s something different about the essence of mortal.’

‘You are not angry?’ wondered Kira.

‘Of course not. You had laid a just claim to Corin, you enforced your will as you did when attacked by that Asian pet. That was self-defence; this time you took the initiative. I’ve plans for you little Kira. You’ve exceeded my expectations, and I can assure you that it is no easy feat to impress me.’

‘Thank you, your majesty. But what of Corin, and my seneschal?’

‘Oh, I won’t deprive you of your one true love. I know how much you need her. I also won’t steal Corin away from you. You won her fair and square. Kitjana will just have to accept that, as have the Shadow-Angels. Though I wouldn’t count on any Christmas cards from them for awhile.’ She chuckled, stepping out from behind Kira and holding her shoulders.

‘Quite divine, and this is just the beginning, Kira,’ she stated, a secret smile blossoming upon her lips. ‘We have much more ahead of us, but that can wait for now. First, I have a little surprise in store for you, something I’ve been keeping hidden for years, waiting for this very moment. Let’s call it a coming of age present, to help you finally shut the door on an old chapter of your life before you face the new.’

‘I don’t believe it!’ hissed Kira, a mixture of shock and long-suppressed anger spilling through her voice. Her hands clenched into fists as she beheld the sight before her.

‘The royal harem has been waiting for you Kira,’ revealed the queen, indicating the luxurious chamber, its rooms at Kira’s disposal, as were its denizens. ‘You are now monitor slave of my most prized specimens, and Corin will be introduced to your care here. You answer only to me, and will be party to the meetings of the head slaves. Thus you can wander the palace freely and attend Cassandra as you wish, providing you do not forsake your duties here.’

Staring at the three adolescent girls, chained and naked by the wall, they stared back at her with trepidation, recognising the face but unable to place it. Kira knew them though. They had not changed since the very last time she laid eyes on them, the status of ghouls keeping them perfectly preserved, resistant to the passing years.

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