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Old hallows eve drew close, Ursula could feel her power growing, soon reality would bend to her whim, the thought brought a smirk to the ebony felines lips. The Templar knights hunting her for years, corrupting one of their own into forsaking his oath. This year would be different, no running and hiding, No more persecution from the homely village wives as their husbands gawked at her curves whenever she passed. She'd have her revenge finally; those jealous women would break out in rashes and boils. The husbands, well they might not be punished too harshly, those farmers did grow big and strong, strong glistening muscles on display in the fields did send a nice tingle between her thighs.

Pendicore's beak tapping against the glass shattered Ursula's daydream, breast released and hand slipping out from between thighs before the midnight furred felines dress was straightened. "Don't give me that look stupid bird, I'm allowed to have such thoughts" Ursula snapped with an air of superiority while glaring at her familiar. Picking Pendicore up and placing him within the pentagram she'd drawn out with ashes of a lightning struck oak from the cemetery. Five blood red candles at each point flickered and jittered like excited children. While Ursula was a powerful witch in her own right, what she had planned required the aid of something powerful, something from another realm.

"Now remember you useless bundle of feathers and lice, I want something with power!" Ursula demanded, tapping the raven's beak with her claw before stepping back and beginning. Reading aloud the verses of an almost forgotten language, voice taking on an otherworldly echo as it boomed off the walls of her cabin. Her other hand twisting and curling intricate patterns through the air until the runes drawn in ash seemed to sizzle and start glowing like hot embers. Faint hissing filling the air, the pressure in the room increased and Ursula's shoulders beginning to slouch under the weight while her fur became damp with perspiration; still she pressed on.

The pentagram burst into brilliant red flames as a piercing scream tore through the air, almost making the witch drop her tome and break the conjuring. The ground beneath Pendicore suddenly cracked and gave way; the raven vanishing from view only to be replaced by a pulsating unholy red glow as a shape began to form. Soon something emerged from the crack in the ground, a large formless shadow slowly taking form as it merged with her reality, the faint scent of brimstone permeating the air about it. The voice which spoke sent chills down her spine, that familiar deep timber of someone long forgotten. "Hello pussycat, nice to see you again." The slowly forming shape before her grinned, its decidedly canine like features confirming Ursula's worst fears. "Craven!? You're dead, I killed you!" she almost screamed, dropping the book with a heavy thud. "You did more than kill me pussycat..." the growl coming from him sounded hollow and distant, yet right inside her ears all at the same time. The urge to flee growing rapidly in her mind; but she didn't.

"You sent me to hell to burn for all eternity!" Hands gripped about her slender throat, lifting her off the floor with ease. He was touching her, choking her, but how? From the corner of her eye, as she fought to pry his hands away she saw the break in the outer circle. Just as soon as he had grabbed her, Ursula would fall heavily against the wooden floor, leaving a rather confused looking witch staring up at the fully formed shape of her lupine lover.

"It wasn't all bad, luckily for you. Old Lucy took a liking to me, saw something in me. Climed the ranks, working my way up the old fiery ladder as it were. You're looking at a General of hell, pussycat." He was telling the truth, where once she saw the bright eyes of her lover were now bottomless inky pits. The soft touch of lovers fingers now scalded her skin where they touched. The worst was the smile that had once softened her heart whenever she saw it, the reason she sacrificed him. Her coven decreed she would never attain the level of power she desired so long as she held any earthly ties or affection for mortal man. That night after their final time together he slept in her bed, Ursula her crept upon him with a dagger in hand, drawing it's blade across his throat and watching his pained expression as life faded from his eyes. His heart removed and placed in an iron lockbox, along with a few other items to be sealed away to bury the last vestiges of her humanity.

Now he was standing before her, a million thoughts racing through her mind. The protection spell had been broken before she could bind him to her will; leaving a masterless demon walking the earth. He could do anything he wanted and there was nothing she could do, even with the power she had accumulated from slaughtering her coven she was no match for a General of hell.

"Just get it over with..." her words almost a whisper as she tried to hide any emotion she could, waiting for the final blow and hoping Craven made it swift. Yet she didn't believe he would, not after what she had done to him. She knew any punishment she could think of would pale in comparison to what he had learned in hell, despite her best efforts her slender form trembled like a leaf in the wind.

"I'm not gonna kill you, pussycat. In fact, quite the opposite..." Soulless eyes appeared before her as her emerald hues opened to look up at him. Instead she found Craven kneeling before her, staring straight at her with the look and smile of better days. For a brief moment Ursula's heart fluttered with hope; the strong grip to her chin which she could already feel bruising beneath her dark fur shattered that hope. "As beautiful as ever, even succubi have nothing on you" Craven said softly, the ethereal echo fading as he stared at his beloved, turning her head left and right slowly. Her body going rigid as familiar lips pressed to hers in a tender kiss, feeling the same but the taste and heat were different. Urslua melted as Craven kissed her like he had on their last night, the forbidden love of a Templar and a witch, even worse, the love of a canine and a feline.

A firm grip sliding around to her rear snapping her out of her reverie, a matching grasp to her other cheek before she was lifted. Maw full of Craven's tongue, they kissed passionately, a kiss she never thought she would share again. Feline thighs wrapping about canine hips, an unspoken desire almost shouted as she ground herself against him with a faint whimper. The touch she had longed for many years was now here again, strong hands stroking and caressing every inch of her body they could reach. Feet finding the floor as she was placed down before the grinning wolf, his hands at her shoulders giving a gentle squeeze before parting wide and away from her body, rending her form fitting black dress down the middle as easily as if it were wet paper. Again he attacked her with unbridled desire, turning her about and pushing her onto the bed with more force than was necessary. With anger in her voice as she tried to turn about to chastise Craven, words faltered and devolved into an groan when strong hands gripped and spread her cheeks to allow his tongue to acquaint itself between her thighs. "Bassssstard..." Ursula groaned, claws sinking into beading beneath her as an unusually hot and slick tongue drew across her slit and up to circle beneath her tail. "Bitch" came Craven's response with a laugh, a firm spank catching her flank before he gripped and lifted her tail. Her head rising and lips parting in a gasp, her still hooded clit caught between firm lips with an even firmer suckle, his tongue tip toying with her. Soon having her jerking and jumping with each flick of his tongue, small holes appearing in her bedding as he continued to torment her with this pleasure.

Unable to speak, soft gasps would be all she could muster as the familiar tingle inched down between her thighs. With a loud cry her climax would take her, the candles bursting brightly and flaming higher as Ursula's form arched and ground back against Cravens muzzle. Only dying out once he'd released her and allowed her to collapse before him, Craven standing with a smug grin above her watching her tail snake and curl with the occasional electric twitch while aftershocks of her climax rolled through her. Craven would admire glimpses of pink flesh which broke the inky blackness of her fur. "Revenge you said?" spoken with a low and hollow laugh again, her ankle gripped and lifted high in the air, rolling Ursula onto her side with her inviting pink folds on full display. A fact Craven was only too happy to take advantage of, pressing himself down upon her lower thigh, thickness gripped and guided to her sex to sink within in one smooth thrust. Ursula's back arching again, full round breasts presented and jutting out invitingly, only to be gripped by Craven's strong hands. Hips quickly setting to task, rocking back and forth into the small feline beneath, making Ursula groan like a wanton harlot, a sound he would never get tired of hearing. Ursula's moans began increasing with each passing thrust as Craven's knot swelled, each firm stroke butting the globe of flesh against her clit as she would try to push his hips back and stop the overloading of her senses.

"So sensitive, pussycat?" he teased, finally withdrawing his length from her soaked sex and letting her leg down, allowing her to roll over. "Remember that thing you said you'd kill me for if I ever tried? Well, you did kill me so..." Before she could mount a protest however, Ursula was rolled onto her belly; tail gripped and lifted again while a strong hand pressed between her shoulders to keep her in place. A slick tapered cocktip would stroke up and down between her cheeks, teasing over her untouched tailhole. Again her protests went unheard as his flesh caught the rim of her pucker and began to enter; slowly stretching Ursula in ways she never thought she would be. With the same insistence Cravens hips would press against her flesh, steadily working her open until he was a decent portion inside her. Much to Cravens delight however there would be no strangled cries or pleading for him to stop, despite his lust and desire he had no wish to hurt his beloved. With a bit of gentle effort and determination his knot soon pressed against the now strained flesh of her tailhole, finally bringing the first groan from the wolf. Hips starting to slowly undulate; stirring his thick girth in and out beneath her twitching tail. The pace steadily increasing until finally hips would meet behind with a soft continuous slap. Ursula groaning beneath him from something she swore to kill him if he tried, to the tightness of her until now untouched behind started to get to Craven. Thrusts becoming more rough and eager, hips slapping with heavier force until with a loud yowl from Ursula his knot would pop inside her rear. Instantly her hands reached back to push him off, only to find he was going nowhere. Jaws clenched as she squirmed uncomfortably beneath his weight with an equally uncomfortable full feeling under her tail. The warmth which soon began to spill inside her almost scalding hot as Craven's muzzle lifted in an otherworldly howl.

Laying pinned beneath his weight as he licked and gently nibbled at the back of her ears, light began to filter through gaps in the shutters, making Ursula blink as she realised what time it was. The full feeling starting to fade as Craven's translucent muzzle moved into her field of view, slowly fading as his hollow voice whispered "See you next Halloween, pussycat."