The Bane of Thunderbane
This is a story commission Nulkurrak has done for Bionet
Description: Bayleigh, a savant who earns her livelihood by tinkering with magic-infused constructs, receives an ominous warning from her most recent visitor. A rampaging threat thunders towards her village, tall as a horse, with the body of a wolf and the torso of one.
But there is opportunity to be found within these dire findings, more so when her true passion involves the crafting of seed-milkers that could use some rigorous testing on an unwilling assailant.
Bayleigh(c) and Thunderbane (c) belong to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/bionet/
Tordron(c) belongs to me
***The Bane of Thunderbane***
Bayleigh's legs felt so unsteady she feared she'd collapse in the strong arms of her mysterious visitor. He came in with a foreboding sense of danger, but like all the males crossing her threshold, he left his worries at the door in favor of more carnal pursuits.
She'd listen to his story alright. Of how he heard of her to begin with. But not before ridding their mutual curiosity with one another first.
"Lie down," this black gentleman of a wolf gently pushed her to rest on her back. "Let me take care of you. Seems like too few men come into your home with this intent."
"Wouldn't you know..." Bayleigh whispered under her breath. She almost gave in to his provocative invitation, but the heaviness of her udder held her at bay. It needed a little milking, otherwise her partner might not be as appreciative of knocking his groin against it over and over during the passionate moment of their union.
"At least let me help with that."
"No!" Her hand instinctively swatted him away from one of the hanging teats. "It's...strange when someone else does it."
"Is it? Because the rising strength of your arousal begs to differ."
Blazing damnation! She really had no way out of this! No viable method to sneak a lie past Tordron's endearing vigilance! The wolf seemed bent on treating her to most of her imagined fantasies--if not all of them--given the chance.
He did not impose either, unlike most men. A no to him meant settling down next to her on the bed. No words. No forced, awkward conversation, no sneaky tactics around her resolve. He seemed content simply to admire the light brown of her smooth horns breaching through the curls of dark brown hair. He leaned his head against her left shoulder, nosing at the edge of a twitching ear, rumbling an undiscernible word to her. She did not hear it properly; or maybe it was a different language altogether. But its meaning resonated deep within her, stirring her insides into a frenzy of shudders, almost orgasmic in nature.
"You're quite a striking presence. For a goat, that is."
That compliment almost undid her. It wasn't enough that she could barely remain composed while her cheeks burned and her cunt oozed its juices into the sheets. He had to push it even further; to test her like no man had before!
Not surprisingly, his focus did not linger on the cream-white patches outlining her eyes, the top of her muzzle or discoloring one of her nipples into a fresh, vulnerable pink. That was where his salacious gaze stopped, in fact, traveling between her full yet pleasantly firm breasts that had only a modicum of sagging to give them heft. Bayleigh's nipples instantly stiffened under such intense gaze, as if expecting his tongue to lash out at any moment and swirl around them. Maybe insist on their buds long enough to...
Tordron, it seemed, wasn't the type to grope her without express consent. He took in more of her, his visual trek shifting further down where the whites gained dominance over the rest of her red-brown fur, all so that it could emphasize her aching udder begging for attention. While her thighs remained white until their middle, they returned to their auburn color further down the knee. From there onwards, the same dark, earthy brown of her hair gained dominion, with a similar situation present on her arms. Her hooves and fingernails turned out to be the darkest, providing good contrast with the rest of her coloring.
Yet not even the slight glimpse of her pussy that Bayleigh hesitantly flashed by lifting her udder could hold Tordron's attention for long.
No. He had a thing for her eyes. For the warmth their pleasant hazel color radiated.
"I'm fine if we just...if we simply..."
She wasn't. Not entirely. Fucking this highly attractive wolf remained her main priority, but loneliness had the habit of rearing its ugly head at times, tempting her to seek more than just her usual one-night stand.
"Are you, now?" Tordron whispered.
Bayleigh flinched at the touch of his gentle fingers upon the pleasant roundness of her udder. She was certain Tordron felt that stimulating shiver tempting her to pin him down and do great and terrible things to him, more so when he next grabbed hold of a teat.
"Ahhh, please...please don't..." the goat's faltering words and eyelids failed to deter Tordron's quest of sailing further beyond. Like a flower's suave petals, Bayleigh's legs spread in invitation, guiding him to the place he sought--to where she burned the brightest.
"Ohhh skies above..." her face sank into her palms. They were barely able to hold back the mounting tremors that rocketed through her nethers, bringing her dangerously close to her finish simply for having the surface of her dripping vulva stroked. Fondled. Spread ever so slightly by his curious finger.
Unblinking, the wolf sat next to her tasted the scooped-up honey while retaining his maddening intensity. Unlike his assured self, she teetered on the verge of swooning, drowning in the overwhelm of his imposing presence.
"How do you best like it?"
"From behind!" Words poured out of her unbidden, reflecting the desire burning at the forefront of her mind, to be lustfully bred by a wolf horny out of his mind for wet, shuddering cunt. "And then...when your knot is in, perhaps you can milk me a little?"
"I'd start now, but it seems you're taken with more pressing urges."
His inviting arm guided her further into the bed, confounding her for a short moment. She didn't mind being taken on her fours, down on the rug. In fact, she quite relished the idea, more so when she could bring the bucket over and get milked while he remained inside her.
It took her barely coordinated self a few seconds to make herself comfortable. Splaying for a man often felt awkward at times, like some tasty morsel ready to be devoured by their insatiable hunger. With Tordron, it was different. He paid no heed to his precum-leaking cock, all out in the open but for his caged knot. All of his focus flowed over her buxom body just as his own corpulent form sailed over hers, the shadow of his frame darkening the pink of her nipple.
"I'm not the kissing type," he said plainly as his nose descended into the fluff of her neck. Bayleigh's eyes instinctively snapped shut, a consequence of the instinctive terror of finding herself in the clutches of a predator.
He preyed on her alright, trailing that cold nose up and down, left and right, as if intent on exploring every inch of her moderately chubby and mature form. She wished she could reciprocate it. To grab him instead of the fistfuls of sheets she clutched, but his baroque approach took her completely by surprise.
And that was not all.
What truly stunned her had to be the awfully erotic state of his cock. Tordron's knot bulged to thigh-watering fullness within his sheath, the thinning veins clearly outlined across his length. The throbbing tip, colored a fierce crimson, was all soggy with dire need to expel its great load into her, a sight that locked her breath in her fiercely-pounding breast.
Sweet heavens...she all but cast her mind to whoever dwelled up there, ready to beg for a change in his trajectory. She knew well enough where he headed, for it was his tongue that gave him away, circling and lapping at that pink, engorged nipple of hers. Bayleigh's nails further pressed into the clumps of linen, her eyes shuttering in alarm at how enchanting that felt. Pent-up moans rolled through her slackening mouth one after the other, shortly joined by sharp gasps when his teeth lightly grazed on it.
"Oh, sir..." the goat's mellow voice, distorted by needy huffs, earned her blessed respite. "More of that, and I'll..."
As if on cue, he gave it one last lick before drawing back on his knees. Formerly gentle hands roughly grabbed her middle, twisting her face-first into the sheets. A strong, determined pull on her hips followed, urging her rump to hoist in the air.
Bayleigh scampered on all fours, panting as if in heat from the rush of anticipation.
And then, it all came to an abrupt stop. Her breaths. Her awkward, awe-filled smiled. Her very heart seemed to skip a few beats, the rocking of their joint bodies so intense it dizzied Bayleigh.
"Ohhhhh fffffuuuccccck!"
Against such abrupt and merciless pounding, her head had no choice but to seek the solace of her chest. She pressed her chin as tight against her collarbone as her positioned allowed, teeth gritted, nails tearing into her sheets.
The audible splatter of her massive squirt mixed with the salaciousness of the wet sounds produced by his rapid, reckless thrusts. Like a rutting beast he savaged her, slamming his fully engorged knot against her lips, battering them repeatedly until they gave in.
"Nhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
"Graaaaawhhh!"
Their bestial cries intertwined in discordant harmony. It took less than a minute for him to fully hilt inside her. Less than a minute for Bayleigh to orgasm twice in quick succession. This second pleasure wave hit her far harder, dimming her vision, muffling her thoughts.
Pushing her close to the edge of unconsciousness.
He did not let her fall. While still tied to her still-squirting cunt, Tordron carried her crumpled, moaning form onto his chest, nestling her there. Patiently he waited while her high came down, letting the music of their heartbeats speak on his behalf.
Like her, this wolf had missed a good mating dearly. Now that her shudders started to calm down, the warmth of his seed took over, an ubiquitous calm encased by receptive walls bent on squeezing everything he still had to offer.
"Ohhhh my stars..." Bayleigh reached a hand to the side of the bed. Her fingers curled in a specific pattern to call the bucket carrier over. It didn't take long until the mouth of a bucket seemingly floating in the air glided over to the bed, followed by a snappy push that hurled it straight into her ready hands.
"Neat trick," Tordron steadied the bucket under her lap so that he could flop her udder inside it. "Seems I've come to the right person for this upcoming job."
This time, it was he who flicked her hand away, grabbing her teat with the practiced grip of someone who knew his way around it.
"Already getting into the business talk?" Bayleigh giggled weakly, still dazed by her potent afterglow. "Men who usually skip post-coital talk are afraid to...you know...fall for the woman who dazzled them."
"Skies above, no," Tordron chuckled. "Been with all sorts. Whores. Virgins. Mothers. Widows. We've shared some pleasures, but it never came to more."
A short but tension-filled pause followed during which Tordron's head shifted from her shoulder. She knew that sort of fixed look; the hollowness of that absent gaze seeking penance that was nowhere to be found. Whatever he had done--whoever he had wronged--was not her business.
And yet, traces of a tortured past still lingered. Bayleigh could spot his shame in the way he paused the steady squirts of milk into the bucket. It was as if he wanted to tear himself free of her at this exact moment, all to self-punish himself through isolation from the one who might dare to get too close to his hurt.
"Sir..." she reassured him to keep going by sliding her hand over his. "I don't presume to know who you are or what you've done, but many a reformed man live here, I included. My inventions--they're not all that people claim to be. Some of them are particularly designed to restrain. To..."
"Control," Tordron added in her stead. His gravitas aroused and terrified her both, dispelling some of that comfy afterglow granted by his hard cock, so snug inside her. "Pleasurable as your company is, this is no arbitrary visit. Danger is looming. It'll arrive here in a few days' time, and what better way to deal with my nemesis than to help defend the very people he plans to attack?"
"Attack?" Bayleigh repeated, incredulous. "But we've...we've not much to offer. The people in the village barely afford some of my more useful inventions. All my clients and wandering merchants and commissions from the nearest towns and cities."
"I led him to think otherwise." Tordron squeezed her teat so tight pleasure overrode the pang of panic shooting up her spine. "He's going to come here, and he's going to lose everything. You got my word."
"Ohhh..." She let out a shuddering sigh prompted by how amazing it felt to let another empty her udder one sharp spurt at a time. "Is he big? Strong?"
"The biggest and strongest beast you've ever seen. And you alone will provide a fitting end to the vilest scum that ever walked this earth on four rampaging feet." Tordron's disgust for that man was so palpable her muzzle turned all wry. Yet still he fondled her teats. Still he rubbed her udder comfortingly before resuming the steady pumps of his wrist.
"If anything, who he is now reflects the beast that always was within. Nesting, biding its time, waiting for the opportune moment to come into the open. All of our targets should've been fellow scum. Outlaws, looters, pillagers, bandits--those society has turned its back on. But it wasn't always the case, as I later found out. A pattern started to form. One that inevitably led to your doorstep."
Bayleigh's spine grew cold at the mentioning of a raiding band coming her way. The village--they had no means of defending themselves! And yet, she could do naught but sigh and lean back against him, kept in a numbing, pleasure-induced trance by the warmth of his seed leaking past her outstretched lips; by the monotonous cadence of milk spurts hitting the wood of the bucket.
"Who--or what is he?" Bayleigh tried to turn her head to face him, but Tordron dragged her against his neck, distracting her with loving strokes along an ear from his free hand.
"Used to be a wolf. Now he's....something else. A storm of unrestrainable rage and ego we called Thunderbane."
"And this Thunderbane...how many heads does he command?"
"He commands piss and shit," Tordron spat, his vitriol quite frightening. "Without proof of wealth to move the few hundred that still follow him, he is all alone. That is what he does; when his thirst for blood rises, he attacks a village all by himself, seeking to nab a few noteworthy items to raise the appetite of the band, but he'll be misdirected to your barn. To where all those inventions of questionable purpose hopefully reside."
Bayleigh's heart leapt at the opportunity to finally try those out. To unveil their true potential while indulging in her greatest of fantasies, that of milking the knotted cock of...whatever Thunderbane was."
"Don't get too excited, my dear," Tordron hugged an arm around her middle to keep her knotted to him. "Thunderbane's quite threatening if you're not ready for him. Big as a horse, taller than one if you count his torso, and deceivingly strong. He does have several exploitable weaknesses though, which you'll take full advantage of to hit him where it hurts the most: his pride. I want him to leave this place marked, so that the entire world sees him for the cowardly pup he is at the core."
"M--me?" Bayleigh almost jumped out of his arms, chilled down to the marrow of her bones. "Stop a raider--a rapist--all by myself?"
Tordron shook her teat free of the remaining droplets of milk, sensing that the time for pleasure has passed.
"You're more than just the best fuck I had in a long time, aren't you? You're an inventor. Word on the street is that restraints and milking devices are your specialty, which I believe to be exactly what Thunderbane needs."
"Mmm, now that you put it this way..." Bayleigh toyed with her left horn while thinking on the various applications needing a proper test subject. "Now that you put it that way, I feel he may just be the sweetheart I've been waiting on all along."
*
Bayleigh did not feel afraid on the day of Thunderbane's invasion. In fact, she practically floated from one point of the barn to the other on nimble hooves, ensuring that all of the preparations were in place. Four days seemed a needlessly long wait for this exciting event, with only Tordron's presence to make their passing more bearable.
At least until now, where the final checks had him hovering about like some drunken bee, risking to untimely trigger her neatly scattered traps.
"Don't--" she slapped Tordron's hand away from touching the outer frame of her exploding net semi-sphere. "Touch that. It's only got one charge and it's already primed. How about you go tend to the rest of the farm instead? Hang out with Chitter and Chatter for a bit?"
The wolf's nape fur bristled at the notion. Huge bugs unnerved him, even the docile sort most of the people herded in this region. "In my experience, having a second pair of eyes helps more often than not, and I know Thunderbane."
He did not sound entirely convinced that her contraptions could restrain him. In his dim imagination, he likely expected steel-threaded rope stretching between the barn's beams in a net-like pattern to form a tangled maze. Or perhaps he envisioned coils of leather-like straps strewn about the floor, ready to trip and wrap the thundering menace that this supposed creature resembled.
Bayleigh far better preferred the elegance of surprise. The unseen spider crawlers placed on the ceiling, ready to shoot their sticky and surprisingly resilient fetters at the incoming assailant. She had a few turtles--as the sliding semi-spheres were named--waiting to move into position as well. Those shot restraints aimed at immobilizing limbs rather than subdue the creature as a whole, so she emptied her stock, all in the name of science.
Bayleigh operated each individual piece with her control rod, a simple yet effective invention for indoors activities. By slotting a sliver cut from each of the crystals powering up her individual devices into the designated slots within the rod, she could then use her own magic attunement for remote operation.
Of course, some of the more premium devices, such as the will-breaker, had more advanced operation instructions, able to self-power and function well outside her reach. Tordron went to the table filled with such goods next, already moving and mixing things about.
"No no no not like that!" She hurried to rearrange them based on which data she needed most from each respective milker. "If you lift them, you place them exactly where they were. Not tossing them about like some uneducated brute!"
Her shorter stature stood as tall as Tordron when she raised her voice, able to pin the wolf's ears back in apology.
"When I advised a course of action meant to humiliate Thunderbane beyond repair, I expected something a little...sturdier...."
"What's not sturdy about this?" Bayleigh lifted a somewhat firm sleeve sagging at the tip due to its wider surface there to serve as a small collection bag. "It's designed for dragons. Or hippogryphs. Or whoever might require it in one of those big cities. I'm sure it can withstand this Thunderbane of yours."
Though unconvinced, Tordron next set his eyes on a ring that seemed fashioned out of leather, but reinforced with some steel thread in order for it to maintain its shape. In the middle, both at the top and bottom, it had visible bits of embedded crystal that twinkled in response to Bayleigh's magic. Gentle vibrations overtook the device, causing the wolf to step back in alarm, much to Bayleigh's amused chuckle.
"I imagined that would tie around his knot. It can both expand and shrink, but my real interest lies in whether I can get him to ejaculate simply from stimulating that gorgeous, fleshy bulb he's sporting."
"Uh-huh," Tordron nodded. He skipped several of her other applications on his way to her best and most exclusive creation, the will-breaker. She had spent a fair bit on its design, namely the glass frame and the Teurennar silk required for the invisible straps meant to wrap around his cock like the gentle grip of a hand.
Gentler, some might say.
"Nah ah, don't even dare," the chubby goat prevented him from even reaching for it. "That should only be handled by experienced hands, and yes, it does fit all of your specifications."
She could practically feel her stomach fill with swarming excitement at how wide Tordron's eyes became. "Yes, it can remain attached to him. Yes, I can control everything it does from afar. But the best thing yet is that it can remain functional for quite the generous amount of time. Picked a sparkling sunstone as its power core, so I spared no expense in introducing you to my craft."
"The craft of a bloody savant!"
Bayleigh hated hugs. They always made her feel awkward. Like, where should her hands even go? Tordron never acted so lively either. Something about ruining the reputation of his former commander truly awoke something within him; a passion that helped inspire this most insane and elaborate of setups.
"Don't give me the details yet," the wolf pulled back with a fading smirk, once again preoccupied with how well defended this barn was. "We've more important things to go through. Has the garrison been alerted, as promised?"
How could such an ignorant question elicit any other response but a roll of her eyes?
"They will be here at late noon, as previously agreed. But the only thing they'll see is Thunderbane storming out of the barn--or better said, stumbling his way out--with his cock tightly hugged by the will-breaker. I don't need their help, neither do I require yours."
She summoned two of her bees to bump against the back of Tordron's head in turns. The nimble spheres with tasseled wings evaded everything Tordron threw at them, the movements of his body, the stiffening of his arms and shoulders betraying his strikes.
"So that's what...these do," her former companion turned house mate fled behind one of the beams, only to be followed by their incessant buzzing. "Enraging Thunderbane. I can see that going well!"
"See yourself into the house," she nudged him towards the barn's exit with her contraptions. "A single glimpse of you and everything goes downhill."
Tordron hesitated at first, in spite of the unrelenting attack from the bees, but her confident gaze and sturdy hands set on her hips left little room for doubt. She was an inventor! Laying out plans was practically her livelihood! And this wasn't even a particularly shrewd one.
Thunderbane wouldn't even notice the table with her milkers in the far back, dazzled by the conspicuous chest of tools she half-hid in a semi-conspicuous spot. Too obvious, and even the stupidest raider might be put on guard. Too well hidden, and the fool might just make for the village to seek his fortune there.
One thing, Bayleigh was certain of. He'd never take her word for it that the chest held tools, blinded by the promise of wealth Tordron's select men lured him here with.
Relief immediately flooded her once her temporary partner begrudgingly left her to her own devices. Quite sweet of him, to agree to linger here at the farm for a while and help out with chores. A man like him never worked proper a day in his life, using resources of questionable origin to make his fortune. It must not have been an easy decision, but one she definitely planned to take advantage of, given the amazingness of the sex.
The passing hours bothered Bayleigh not one bit. Completely unconcerned with Thunderbane's immediate arrival to her remote and impossible-to-miss farm, she used this time to scribble down notes in her journal. They were all inspired by Tordron's description of Thunderbane, and all of them revolved around his hopefully productive cock. This wasn't just a plan to enact Tordron's plan or save her village from being Thunderbane's next target.
To Bayleigh, her incoming visitor provided her with everything she dreamed of, a perfect target to test her restraining devices and seed milkers both.
"Oy! Wench!" The sudden, deceptively normal-sounding shout put a stop to Bayleigh's scribbling. She casually rotated her chair to face the tall figure blotting out the light spilling through the widely-opened doors of the barn. "I have it in good regard that you're the wealthy one around here. Show me some goodwill and you'll have roughly three days to gather up our tribute from the rest of the village and leave it right here by the barn. Wasn't particularly hard to find."
"Right..." Bayleigh slowly rose from her chair, folding her arms under her noticeable bosom. "Is this always your strategy? You ask nicely and the coffers just jump on that sturdy-looking back of yours?"
"Mrrr, something like that," he growled, stomping a forepaw down as if to illustrate his name, Thunderbane. Of course, she couldn't appear too much in control, but neither could she play the vulnerable role, lest she lost his interest. Hungry for loot as Tordron described him, the goat could clearly see that the thrill of the hunt mattered to Thunderbane as much as the pillage. Appear too much of a victim and he might just find his entertainment elsewhere.
"I've heard of your like before, but never seen one such specimen in person. Truly a majestic sight."
"Don't you mean terrifying?" Thunderbane bristled his mane, arching his tail over his back menacingly. He did match Tordron's description quite well, only that he seemed far taller in reality. The anthro torso allowed him to easily surpass her height two-fold, bristling with muscle hidden underneath fine, wolf-like fur. His chest, inner limbs and belly were a light beige, flanked by a rich tan overshadowed by darker shades of a pleasant grey. His tail tip was as dark as his paw pads that cushioned four sets of animalistic toes. While his hands looked closer to those of an anthro, they had longer and sharper claws, a trait shared by his fiercer-looking fangs.
Were it not for those scowling and focused eyebrows, he'd have looked misleadingly cute. At least, as cute as a mighty mixture of an anthro body mounted atop an agile, quadrupedal back allowed.
"Come on, you little puppy," Bayleigh silently mouthed to the towering creature who could easily disembowel her if he wished to. "Your reward is just a few steps inside."
She didn't mean the chest. That was quite a fair distance away. After a cursory glance inside, Thunderbane stepped in. He almost had to lower his head to fit through, stressing the importance of handling her contraptions correctly.
With the control rod slipped through the belt cinching her overalls around the middle, Bayleigh had the full control of every crystal-powered device at her fingertips--no, at her will. Waving the rod around was just for show, for every novice arcanomancer knew how to embed their signature within basic devices to push and pull them using their magic.
The drawback was that she had to keep the rod on her. In this case, hanging right over her bum. That required her to always face Thunderbane to prevent him from noticing the foul play. Quite ironic, given that he took in the items splayed on the table without a single annoyed mutter.
"Last chance," a ferocious snarl etched upon his muzzle, bristling his whiskers. "Bring me my tribute, or I'll stop being so polite."
"It's over there," she revealed the chest's location while moving in front of the table to shadow some of the more conspicuous items. "And it's quite heavy, bulging with my amassed wealth. Don't tell me you expect a woman to carry it for you."
"Hrrf..." he snorted his frustrations with her antics, padding over to the side of the barn where she buried most of the coffer under a pile of hay. The glimpse of its glossy, metallic edges added some excitement to Thunderbane's steps. Enough to pay no mind to the spider crawlers waiting up above or the turtles sluggishly sliding in front of him.
"If there is enough in there, I might even give you the chance to bend over that table for me. I normally prefer my women struggling, but I don't wanna break you too bad. Especially when this little treat is just the appetizer. Gotta look presentable for your incoming meeting with the village chiefs and explain to them how a band of two hundred and fifty strong led by Thunderbane are ready to descend upon their homes. And who knows...if the tribute isn't adequate, I'm sure their wives and daughters will come up with the rest."
That growly chuckle set her nerves on edge.
Steady. Remain calm. He wouldn't have the chance to hurt her, contrary to what her flaring instincts suggested. The ebb and flow of her magic controlled all of her little helpers like invisible threads, all while she casually leaned against the table with one hand. The other twirled its fingers as if pulling on the strings of a puppet, a nervous tic that growing panic always seemed to trigger.
"Hey alpha dick," she said shortly before bringing her left hand forward and jerking it down to spit sticky, restraining webbing all over his arms. Four spider crawlers, aligned at correct angles, created an encasing network of enchanted fluid that hardened a second or two after contact. That allowed this type of restraint to first mold around the target's body in order to squeeze their arms tight against their torso, as if trapped in a veritable cocoon from which there was no escape.
"All that erotic talk seems to have got me squirting."
"Rawwwh!" Thunderbane howled in enraged surprise, prancing and kicking up a storm of hay and dust. Bayeligh immediately fled behind the table, grabbing her control rod to get the turtles in place. So preoccupied did her target become with breaking through his makeshift vest that he never once looked at the floor.
Bang! Bang, bang!
Dark nets erupted from all the turtles he touched, requiring only a little tap to ejaculate networks of ropes formed into nets all over the ground.
Bayleigh did not even require the bees to intervene and lift them over his back. Thunderbane did all the work for her by tripping into them almost instantly. The more he yapped and thrashed, the further he worked the nets up the rest of his body.
"Looks like you need a helping hand."
The Heavenly Hand--as she called the network of tubes housing her most exciting invention, popped its latches open to allow five snake-like coils to flop down. Anticlimactic, right? Well, these weren't your average restraints. A little touch of magic, and in the air they floated like graceful coatls, all thanks to the gemstone slivers slotted within the enchanted iron threads every dozen centimeters or so.
Thunderbane's writhing ceased upon noticing the otherworldly spawns encroaching upon him. Slithering their way up his limbs. Summoning that specific chill down his spine once one of them reached there.
"It's fine if you whimper," the sassy goat swung the rod down to force the first snake to tighten into a restrictive loop around his middle. "There is no one around to hear it. I made sure of it."
"Ghh! Rahh! Awrh! Mraaaarrrr!" Thunderbane's head swung in unison with those supposedly fierce cries every time she fastened one of the snakes in place. While the first has been a demonstration, the rest grabbed onto the net as a means of connecting it to the rest of his body.
She did not completely immobilize him. Far better to give him the chance to get up from that tangle of kicking limbs and swatting tail.
"I'm right here, big boy," she spread her arms cordially. "Come bend me over the table, like you promised. No? Then I hope you don't mind if I come get a closer look at that terrifying weapon of yours that has got the knees of many a woman tremble."
"Grrrr, don't you dare!" Thunderbane snapped his fangs at her, wearing his most vicious snarl yet. "I won't just rape you for this. I'll drag you through the entire village so that your cum-filled pussy stains every street with your disgrace. And then I'll have one of my men tie you to a post until every one of their thirsty cocks fuck you raw beyond recognition."
A weary sigh left Bayleigh. So utterly prosaic...
"Are you done?"
Not by a long shot. He continued for a while, delighting her with increasingly creative torture methods. The best thing that came from his unwinding related to his stilling limbs. No matter the amount of struggle they had in them, the captives often accepted their predicament in the end.
"You're quite proud of your cock, aren't you?"
Oh, she loved this moment; the one where a dab of panic lightened his scowl.
"All those tales of the women you take..." Bayleigh clicked her tongue. "It's like you don't ever stroke yourself. As if you'd rather remain pent-up than ejaculate anywhere else but inside a vagina."
His lips tensed, whiskers twitching under his seething glare. Getting closer, was she? To add salt to the wound, Bayleigh began her slow stroll towards him, paying no heed to his renewed struggle.
"I'm afraid you've lost your negotiating power the moment you stepped inside this prison." Her elegant smirk worked Thunderbane into a fit, and yet he did not howl. Her farm was far removed from the village, with a distance great enough to convert his angered cries into banal wolf calls.
But he did not know that, valuing his integrity over fully giving in to anger. For what good would it come if others saw the mighty Thunderbane squirming on the floor like some tangled, helpless beaver?
"It is up to me to decide what happens next. Perhaps I should rape you..." she ran her hand back and forth over the handle of the rod, much to Thunderbane's wary expression. "Fill myself with that mighty seed of yours. But I've a feeling you'd like that..."
"Release me and I promise I'll only bloody your cunt and not the rest of you," he threatened, all while simmering on the inside if his futilely clenching paws offered any indication.
"Ufff," Bayleigh ran a hand through the short and neat curls of her hair. "The big ones are always thick-headed...."
Fortunately, she still had a few tools left in her arsenal, such as the two bees. She brought those over to his muzzle, each of them dangling a muzzle fit after Tordron's specifications underneath them. Though there were other, far more elegant ways to silence him, Bayleigh quite enjoyed the sport of chasing after his twisting and turning head.
Too bad this game only had one ending, the one where Thunderbane fell eerily silent.
"I control everything in here, you dunderhead. That includes your newly acquired fashion accessory."
The muzzle did not only contain his hissing mouth. It locked around his head as well, with one strap following the length of his brow and two adjacent one hugging his cheeks.
And she could tighten and loosen it at will, just like the snakes that could wind him at any moment. She gave those strong coils a try, squeezing until Thunderbane's rage gave way to sweet, delightful panic.
"Hhhaahhhh!" his pent-up breath rushed out of him, followed by an audible inhale of blessed relief.
"Don't test me, Thunderbane," her voice grew graver, darker.
Threatening.
"Otherwise, I'll turn you into a living test subject on how far my abilities can stretch, tear and send whatever remains of you back to your band of two hundred and fifty strong."
While the fight never fled his roiling glare, the sagging of his eyebrows said enough to her. It did not surprise her one bit that these hulking monsters had an innate fear of magic; a distaste for that which they could not overcome through brawn alone.
"Or you can let me do my thing and I'll let you go free afterwards. Deal?"
His eyes instantly snapped to her, melting Bayleigh's heart with that earnest interest in going through with her program.
"My passion is not to torture mighty and elegant beasts such as yourself, but to milk their seed dry."
As if on cue, she stepped aside to reveal the table to him. The one that held proof of her craft. The truth of it dawned on Thunderbane just now. His limbs fell limp. His tail attempted to flee between his legs, as if to shield his manhood. It all lasted for a split moment before fury reignited within him, stronger than ever.
Bayleigh simply rolled her eyes through it all, listening to that droll repetition of angry sounds. How original of him...
"Now, it can either be nice and pleasurable, or I can..."
"Grrrrrh!" Thunderbane replied by lunging his head forward, undoubtedly wishing to tear into her throat for dragging his limbs close to his belly. That was a little dangerous of her. Sturdy as he looked, magic had a way to break bones and wills both.
"I guess I'll find out your choice when I get to my object of interest. Do beware, however. The limb that strikes me will be pulled from your body in quite the nasty fashion, so better keep those paws still."
She did take precautions by leaving his forelimbs tucked tight against his torso and his hinds spread apart to let that plump, beautiful sheath into view.
"Oh my word..."
Bayleigh backtracked to the table to get a ruler and her trustworthy notebook. She hung the pencil in a designated slot in her belt, feeling her body quiver from nervous excitement. Traversing the sea of nets had her breathe only through short gasps. By the time she got to him, her heart shot into her throat. Even while down on his side, Thunderbane's animalistic body still reached her torso while his golden glare supervised every twitch of fingers, every small step she took.
"I'm going to touch your sheath and fondle your balls," she drew upon all the fortitude she could muster to keep her tone from faltering. "I'll be slow, and I'll be gentle. You might even grow erect from it, which I am not going to mind one bit."
Thunderbane looked away. Short, angry huffs rolled past his flared nostrils, the sort that bristled the fur on her arms due to their unpredictable nature. Still, she had it in good confidence that those huge paws--almost as large as her joined hands--would keep showing their pads to her without attempting to tear into her hide.
"Proof of good will," she whispered, almost reluctantly, as she removed slackened the hold of the muzzle until it flopped at the base of his chest.
Finally freed, and Thunderbane was completely lost for words.
"Go ahead," he urged, surprisingly docile--perhaps even eager for it. "Worship my cock, you milk-filled slut."
Well well...this was some turn of events she could work with. Perhaps this Thunderbane wasn't as dense as she initially expected. Undoubtedly it felt better to his ego to own this moment; to play it off as the haughty beast getting himself a concubine to idolize his masculinity.
Bayleigh did not mind it one bit. Not when she knew the storm that would ensue once she got to the milking part.
"I guess you don't mind if I sit here," she rested atop his splayed inner haunch, hands already busying themselves with his sheath. Thunderbane tried to ward her off with a faint snarl, quickly composing himself upon remembering his role.
"That's quite a cock you have..." Bayleigh's words of worship came out hushed, private, a wonder that she wanted to keep for herself. He was as thick as her forearm--no, thicker, closer to her arm itself. Perhaps even beyond that. The fur there had a soft, silky feeling, letting her fingers practically flow along its lightly throbbing surface.
What got her pulse rising was the noticeable stiffening of his member. She could feel its formerly slack girth tighten. Swelling. Acquiring erotic firmness. Hovering over to his balls got the wolf trembling in surprise, quickly followed by the menacing snapping of fangs.
"Those spheres of yours are bloody magnificent." It took both hands to cradle those oversized melons. To roll them within her palms, to feel their weight lean into her grip. She could spend the entire day caressing these beautiful creations, but her welcome lasted only so long, so she cut contact just as the pink of Thunderbane's sheath began to show.
"Mhh..." the wolf rumbled, almost disappointed that this initial session ended so quickly.
Pulling her ruler out, Bayleigh began measuring his girth--that little bit of his penis included--as well as his tensing testicles. She muttered the numbers under her breath to keep them fresh in her mind while scribbling notes down, still perched atop Thunderbane's warmth-oozing haunch.
"Good boy," she teased, snapping the notebook shut. "This next part is the most exciting--and also the most important one...."
For good measure, she got up from her comfortable seat and stepped away before drawing in a deep, fortifying breath.
"It's where you finally get to ejaculate inside my--"
"NO!" Thunderbane shouted in a manner that made him worthy of the first half of his name. "You will not put ANY of those vile, outlandish...things on my cock! Not if you value your arms!"
"Need I remind you that I can slowly, excruciatingly tear off yours at any moment?"
Her nonchalant voice gave Thunderbane pause while she made her way to that glorious table. So many theories--and just as many milkers to go with it.
But only one worthy of him.
A threat howled from behind at every clop of her hooves. Cunt this, rape that. It was as if his form of punishment revolved around that sole thing, which quite fit his pent-up status. Oh yes, she could accurately gauge the fullness of those balls, or the vulnerable nature of a sheath that had been kept away from a female for too long.
"I've the perfect instrument for you," she grabbed her finest designed milker, the will-breaker, completely ignoring the rest in her haste to put the titular device to the test. Slowly, teasingly, she turned around to present him with her offering, large enough to feel awkward in her arms.
Only to be met with growls of contempt and mindless threats.
"The muzzle, then?" She called one of the bees to snatch it away from his rocking, helpless torso.
The threats ceased that instant, followed by what must have been a nauseating gulp at the sight of her magnificent craft.
"You will not put that on me, goat," he said with as much refinement as he could muster. "Let me leave, and I'll call off the attack. Your village is barely worth it as it is."
Why, so he could return at night and do all those horrific things he shouted at her?
"You will leave," Bayleigh emphasized, stroking the glass body of the will-breaker, "but not before my tests are concluded."
She then proceeded to give him a run-down for it. How good it'd feel, how hard he'd ejaculate, whether he wanted it or not.
"Call it rape. Call it whatever you want. You will cum for me in a bucket, wolf, because that is the price of your freedom."
A veritable tantrum followed. Thunderbane gave his greatest performance yet, writhing on the ground like the most vicious of serpents, completely unable to use his feet or arms. Only his foul curses maintained his dignity, for Bayleigh had already robbed him of the rest.
Since her voice wouldn't carry over all that noise, she held the will-breaker to her chest, cradling it as if a prized baby. It was, in a sense, for it came out of her ingenious mind. At its essence, it was a masturbator fashioned out of glass to maintain a view of what happened inside, shaped after the likeness of a canine's cock, the girth of the knot included. Invisible straps of Teurennar silk, cut in ribbons about two centimeters thick, lay glued to its inner walls, infused with crystal dust from the same power crystal that gave it meaning. Slivers of it were embedded within the rubber lining the masturbator's entrance, three loops of varying dimensions meant to suck his cock through without much issue.
And just like a canine's cock, its end was tapered with a hollow tip through which his seed could squirt, or maybe drown his cock in case she decided to keep the plug and let the sheer pressure of it uncork it. While the Teurennar silk straps would grip, squeeze and massage his cock, the main selling point of the will-breaker was its suction capability, as well as vibrations granted by the hum of the crystal dust embedded within the silk swaths.
"Finally ready for it?" She mentioned once Thunderbane began to wind down from his rampage. How kind of him, to get his blood pumping so hard that his tip hardened to full mast, crimson and angry.
"I suggest you decide fast, because the garrison will be here any minute now."
Thunderbane's eyes widened to the size of oranges. His muzzle opened for one of his customary threats, only to snap shut in defeat. He knew what that meant. People. Dozens of them, witnessing how low he was brought by a shrewd goat. He seethed with subdued rage, undoubtedly thinking of ways to get back at her.
"Do whatever you must," he spat at her. "I will not cum for you, frigid whore!"
Quite cute of him, to think that she would drop her guard down just to study the motions of his body better in case he began to instinctively hump.
Perhaps...she should do that. Loosen the restraints, just as he suspected from the ego of a scientist too caught up in her work. The will-breaker was called like that for a reason, for it had a secret Thunderbane was not aware of.
Its remote operation. And once that baby locked around his cock...well...it would take another person to remove it, for his hands certainly wouldn't reach so far back.
"Are you going to behave?" She asked once within range of his paw swipes. Not that they'd matter, given how his toes barely stood out among the coils of sturdy rope.
"Blow me." Thunderbane turned from her.
She would have, had he better manners.
With the weight of her earlier affirmation regarding the nearby garrison, Thunderbane remained unexpectedly placid.
"Rrr..." a smoldering growl met her hands upon his cock. While the will-breaker could achieve the same results, her personal pride demanded that she got him erect by hand.
And well, that could bring him a measure of peace as well by returning that female concubine fantasy back into his head.
Bayleigh began by slowly tracing the outline of his plump sheath. Her fingertips continued their suave glide until they met the noticeable bump nestled near the base of his cock. At second glance, a little of it did show within his sheath, a barely noticeable outline befit of the most sensitive region that always swelled last.
A bit too fast, though. She'd soon return to that squeezing and grabbing tactic. Another question buzzed through her mind, related to how receptive his sheath tip was. A shame that Thunderbane shrank so quick when the reality of his situation finally hit him, but also a boon. That allowed Bayleigh to take her sweet time in circling the flesh marking the entrance to her boy's deliciously wet cock-shelter. One finger became two, which expanded into her full hand once Thunderbane's sheath approved her actions by throbbing so endearingly.
"You like this, don't you?" She teased, making her way back to his knot to test its firmness.
Yes. It did work. Surprisingly well, in fact. What if...?
Bayleigh's fingers curled around his knot, rolling and squeezing around it as if milking a fruit. Though Thunderbane snapped and snarled at her, she knew that to be mere distraction from how rapidly he shot out of his sheath; from how intense his throbs grew under the oppressive grip of her tight, relentless determination.
"Do you want to cum?" She sneered relaxing her grip for just a second before resuming her maddening pace, causing him to tense up, forcing him to grow beyond her wildest expectations. "I can make you cum."
"Graaaahhhh, I will end you!" He roared his fury to the uncaring ceiling, all while the entirety of his fully-swollen cock hung and pulsated in the open.
She felt so tempted to touch it. To feel its smoothness, its warmth, its slickness coat her hand. Her right maintained a steady motion on his knot, refusing to give him any pause. The more prominent his veins grew, the hotter her own folds simmered, betraying her secret to his knowing nose.
"I can smell your wetness, you devious whore," he growled his contempt at her. Palpable need throbbed within his words, just like his length that bobbed right in front of her. Beads of clear precum rolled past his taper, dripping down amidst the net of restraints.
"This--" he pointed his muzzle at his cock, "could have been inside you. I could have torn you apart with my knot, and enjoyed every second of your howling desperation."
She couldn't give less of a crap about those taut lobes surrounding his base, all wrapped up in that comfy sheath. His actual shaft mattered the most to her, almost evenly colored and fresh. The longer he remained hard, the further it would discolor into that wan, vein-ribboned grey, the picture of utter elation for one like her.
Unable to help herself, she took notes of his girth, diligently writing her findings down in between the squeezes she fed to his knot. Even Thunderbane gave pause to his taunting, taken aback by how peculiar of a character she was.
"I'm done with my initial observations," she pocketed her notebook before reaching for the will-breaker. "But you're far from it."
He visibly cringed at the masturbator; at how close it was to its designated target.
"Reconsider," he foolishly thought his vicious hiss could deter her. "Or jump out of your bed, terrified out of your skin every night at the thought that I'm just around the corner, waiting to--wha--what are you even...?"
"Don't want you to dry like a pretty flower when inside," Bayleigh said, biting down hushed moans. In the absence of lubricant close at hand, she decided to delve into her pants for a dose of well-deserved justice, smearing it over the rubber parts of the masturbator.
"Now lay still. It's just going to be a moment..."
Typical, of a male to immediately shut their flytrap once their cock got a little attention. For all his former loathing for the will-breaker, Thunderbane certainly didn't protest hard enough once she fit his erect tip through the comfortable rubber ring lining its entrance. A violent buck of his body sent his cock spearing all the way through, plopping its way into the snug device that molded around him almost perfectly.
"This....is this all you can conjure, witch?" His voice trembled in unison with his paws. None of the will-breaker's functions were activated. The pressure of the rubber pressing down on his cock alone seemed enough to swell up his veins and give heft to his tip, the taper oh so lewdly prominent.
"Actually..." Bayleigh stepped back a hefty distance away from him, all so that she could get her busy bees to untangle some of the mess they made. "I can do you one better."
Through half-closed, unfocused eyes, Thunderbane watched the messy jumble of coiled ropes starting to be undone. He raised slowly, almost tentatively, teetering from side to side on trembling, unsteady feet.
And yet he did not charge, preferring to take his time now that she fooled him more than once. The earnestness of his gaze surprised her. That was not the look of unbridled hate he initially regarded her with, but of spiteful admiration for proving to be such worthy adversary.
"Lose those trousers. Rid me of this contraption, and bend over. This is my final offer."
"And this is mine."
Bayleigh started off with the straps of silk, encasing his cock at well-calculated intervals determined by their breadth. They immediately began to vibrate at low intensity, forcing the shocked wolf's hindquarters into an instinctive humping frenzy.
"Khahaha," the goat muffled her mirth with the back of a hand, finding it too vulgar to laugh at a vulnerable male's predicament. Beyond all that might lied a vast and untapped vulnerability. His cock showed it all too well with how fast it swelled to its limits, with how fast the middle began to transition into that appealing grey, all while his tip remained a fiercely blushing crimson. Rapid spurts of clear precum lanced into the will-breaker's uncorked tip, squirting out onto the floor in front of him.
"Looks like you already got a promising partner."
In the absence of the cork, Bayleigh used her remotely-controlled version of it, a ball of silk similar to the straps squeezing and milking him for all his worth. Once plugged, she activated the second function of the will-breaker, the elegant and swaying suction based on the vacuum principle.
She witnessed the device tightening around him with naked eyes. Howls of bliss delighted her ears, quickly followed by ungainly lurches of his body.
"Oh poor puppy, are you gonna trip and fall?"
Not that Thunderbane heard her. Rather than attempt to foolishly jump and crash back on the ground due to his remaining fetters, he remained in place to try and ride out the storm of pleasure raging within him. His spurts of precum came at more random intervals, broken by furious growls and snarls and ineffective swings of his bound torso. The humping instinct grew more dire with each second, urging his hips to thrust; to fuck the female that suckled his length so passionately.
"I don't think we need these anymore..."
Bayleigh removed the components of the Heavenly Hand as well. Then, in a burst of foolish excitement, she undid his makeshift restraining vest as well, letting those massive trunk-like arms go free. In fact, only the will-breaker remained the sole restraining device, latched around the one part of his body that mattered to him most.
Thunderbane couldn't believe all this. Through strained groans, lumbering steps and sporadic swings of his hips generated by the humming vibrations of her masturbator, he made his determined approach.
"Careful," she set herself on guard, control rod in the front. "Remember your lesson. Nothing is as simple as it appears."
"Or maybe....I am not as needy as you think!"
Thunderbane pounced. All six limbs, primed on devastating her. Of course, he needed about three leaps to make it to her, which gave her about three adrenaline-filled seconds to do the honors. She didn't only control the straps of silk. With all those crystal bits embedded into the rubber lining, she could control the back-and-forth motion of the will-breaker itself!
"Oh, I think you are!"
Thunderbane didn't get to leap a second time. In the same instant his paws touched the ground, the crafty goat slammed the will-breaker into his taut sheath encasing his knot, peeling it all the way back to reveal his greatest weakness. At the same time, his thick, bulbous knot rammed straight into the masturbator, simultaneous attacked by the vibrating silk encasing it as well as the greedy suckling of the tightest cunt he ever felt.
"Rawwwwwwwwwwwwrh!" A piercing howl of pleasure mated to rage shook every bone in Bayleigh's body. The mighty Thunderbane collapsed in a heap of trashing limbs, tail swung all the way across his rump while he helplessly moaned and writhed. Seed exploded into the will-breaker, so thick and so rich it clouded most of his cock. A second spurt followed, then a third and fourth, speeding the trickle of leaking cum into veritable gushes akin to her own squirting.
Trembling from every joint from awe-stricken excitement, Bayleigh had a dasher--a nimble bucket carrier--speed to where Thunderbane fell. It was a small bucket. More of a bowl. But one that she could accurately bend and weave in order to get that cock shoot its load where it mattered.
"More," Bayleigh growled under her fixed, maniacal glare. Her temples pounded so hard, they threatened to burst. Her heart never raced so fast, driven by the lust for science. Against her very principles of prototype testing, she increased the intensity of everything, watching Thunderbane jerk and squirm like a fish tossed on the shore.
"MORE!"
"Graaaaaaaaaahhhh!" Thunderbane's final roar lost its verve almost as soon as it left his throat, drowned by too intense buzz, by the too rapid milking of his already abused cock. Cum blasted out of the will-breaker as if the device itself ejaculated it, audibly splattering against the insides of the bowl. That was his thickest and richest load yet, given at the cost of his sanity. White replaced the mellowness of his golden irises, so tame and sweet while pleasured. His struggles ceased shortly after, everything falling limp but for his still throbbing and weakly spurting cock that continued the course instinct set it upon.
"Shit...."
Bayleigh powered everything down all at once, feeling the coldness of dread overtake her. Rushing to him would do her no good; not when he could return to his senses at any given moment.
"Eh..." she reconciled this needless fear with some of her previous encounters where the males milked by her walls suffered a similar fate. "Seems like your will couldn't handle this, big boy."
Though her fascination with his powerful body beckoned her to touch those massive paws or feel the muscle underneath that inviting fur of his, Bayleigh settled for only taking what was hers, the bucket. Strong, musky odor flooded her nostrils, almost making her eyes water from its pungency. Thunderbane smelled positively pent-up, the heady mixture of earth and brine and spice as arousing as it was stomach-churning.
Distant cries sounded in the distance. A quick glance revealed the low hanging sun marking the expected time for their arrival. She didn't plan for them to find this great menace flopped on the floor, with his cock grey and spent. And yet, it retained most of its firmness, a trickle of delayed seed still pooling inside the will-breaker.
"Urrrhh..." Thunderbane's head rocked. Sluggish alertness blinked back into his eyes, followed by the lazy lifting of a hind leg to reveal the one thing he dreaded most.
"You...you made me...."
Bayleigh casually placed the bowl on the table, turning around with her arms joined under her breasts. "And I'll do it again if you try something inconsiderate."
He tried to. Spite lingered on his tongue, ready to insult her. Most surprisingly, Thunderbane dipped his head, sighed, and faced her a second time while wearing a more amiable look.
"You got your notes, and more," He tried to face the bowl, but found it impossible to peer straight into the aspect of his greatest shame. "Remove this thing at once."
"Please," Bayleigh uttered, a sly spreading the corners of her muzzle.
"Remove it, goat," he pressed his words this time, perking his ears and stiffening his tail. "Otherwise I'll--"
"Please. One word. One single, meaningless word, and it'll come undone."
Watching Thunderbane stew like that might have very well been the greatest achievement of her life. While he paced around like a caged beast, the marching of booted footfalls only grew louder.
"They'll be here any minute now. Say please, and I'll--"
"P...A pox on you, you vicious fucking slut," Thunderbane's muscles bulged with the intent to lunge at her. At the same time, Bayleigh shoved the rod in front of her defiantly, winking.
"Circle the barn! Squad one and two, inside!"
"Rah!" Thunderbane scurried for the exit with Bayleigh hot on his heels. The rows of men flanking the entrance stumbled back in shock at the towering wolf-shaped monstrosity. Some even fell on their butts, yet most formed a circle around him, their spears urging him to remain in the center.
Dazed from his earlier episode, discouraged and confused by their growing amusement, Thunderbane growled his threats at them while keeping his tail between the legs to mask his showing cock.
"He's easily subdued, as you can see. All it takes is a...."
Bzzzt! The will-breaker flared to life, tripping and stumbling the menacing Thunderbane. He tried to swat some of those spears aside, only to flee from them when the renewed pleasure down there elicited unwanted--and untimely--bucking of his hindquarters.
"Sharp mind and a clear goal!" Tordron's voice boomed over the ensuing laughter of the men.
Thunderbane couldn't believe this betrayal, nor take the confidence-demolishing jokes, jeering and butt-patting of those more courageous spears. He pulled upon every ounce of his self-control to leap through an opening and ram his way through a weaker portion of the spear wall, faltering every now and then thanks to her little parting gift.
"Don't forget to bring my toy back! My gate is always open!" Bayleigh shouted from atop her lungs, overcome by creeping melancholy mixed with overwhelming pride. She might have lost her prototype, but the seed of such a creature amassed in such lofty quantities...she knew just the right person to approach!
***The End***
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