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(Note from the author: the creatures below are a combination of the Vampire and Werewolf curses, takeing the best attributes from both. See Adventurequest for more info. Nother note. It has been braught to my attention that the 'death' tag isn't a universal. I'm have fixed it and am sorry for any trouble.)

Oran awoke in a pleasantly cool darkness. He lay there, trying to remember what this place was, and his purpose for being there. He moved weakly and immediately regretted it. Trip hammers of pain slammed inside his skull. Whimpering softly, he stopped moving.

As the pain receded into a dull ache, the thought 'I'm not doing that again anytime soon!' ran through his head.

A sudden shiver passed through his body as something in the darkness quietly brushed past him. Instead of fear, all Oran felt was a mild curiosity. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, drawing in the scents from all around him in the darkness. Even his nose, insensitive by even a human's standards, easily picked out the heavy musk-like odor that had begun to fill the darkness surrounding him.

"You know, the whole 'The Darkness is Your Enemy' number you are using is not very original."

There was a small pause and then Oran said, half to himself, "Did I actually just say that out loud?"

Seemingly in reply, a gentle light slowly rose in the room until Oran could see the Werpire standing next to the pedestal that he was laying on. Inclining his head slowly, Oran studied the large creature standing beside him.

In a growling voice, the Werpire stated "You are now mine, human, to do with as I please."

Gently putting his head back down on the warm marble surface, Oran shrugged and replied, "Alright."

The Werpire was visibly taken aback by the human's lack of response. Incredulously the Werpire shook his head before stating, "I could bleed you dry in a moment, you are completely helpless before my might!"

Seeing no response from the prone human, the Werpire roared out "How can you not be frightened?!"

Starting, Oran replied, "Sorry Master, you voice is so soothing that I wasn't exactly listening to what you were saying."

The Werpire's mouth dropped at Oran's apology.

"W-what did you just call me?"

Oran giggled to himself at how he was confusing the Werpire. It was a heady feeling, like being drunk. A warm, soothing numbness could be felt from head to toe, as if he had just taken a big swallow of very hard liquor. Sitting up brought forth no pain, so Oran turned to face the massive creature now speechless before him.

"I just called you 'Master', Master. If I am yours now it is the required way that I address you, isn't it?"

Nodding dumbly, the Werpire became acutely aware that he was dressed only in his fur. Blushing deeply, the Werpire turned away, looking for a way to divert the humans focused gaze.

Seeing his captor's action, Oran smiled and asked, "Master, how long ago were you turned?"

Hanging his head, the Werpire turned back to his captive. "Is it really...that obvious?"

Nodding, Oran smugly replied, "Afraid so. Here let me make you more comfortable."

With that, Oran began to strip off his own clothing. The Werpire's made a startled noise in the back of his throat as his captive disrobed completely in front of him. While Oran appeared composed on the outside, inside he was roiling with excitement.

'This is even better then the thrill of the hunt!' Oran giggled to himself 'I should let myself get 'captured' more often!'

A spectral stigma on the human's left shoulder caught the Werpire's eye for a moment.

'A Sucubi curse?' thought the Werpire to himself.

He was about to comment on it, when something else caught his attention. When Oran's clothing hit the ground, the Werpire noted that it made a noise far heavier then it should have. Reaching down, the Werpire picked up the clothing. Agony lanced through his body as several bladed weapons fell out of their hiding places in the cloth, searing his flesh as they brushed by his paw on there way to the floor.

"Oh, Master?" Oran said, with the smug air of warning someone who just hit their head on the doorframe to duck, "You might want to be careful with those..."

Gripping his injured hand tightly with his other one, the Werpire stared incredulously at his 'captive'.

"You...I..." his voice trailed off into silence, until finally he asked, "Why?"

Feigning surprise, Oran asked, his voice dripping with innocence, "Why what, Master?"

The Werpire's eyes narrowed.

"Cut the crap!" he snarled "I may act like I was turned yesterday, but I am not an idiot! You could have easily killed me at any point before now, and you still could! Yet you still act as my servant! Why?!"

Shrugging, Oran hopped backward onto the pedestal, crossing his legs to hide his privates.

"I don't know, sexy." He shrugged, "Because I am bored and have nothing better to do?"

As he finished saying it, a look of sheer panic traced its way across Oran's face as he realized his blunder. The stigma on his shoulder flashed and then subsided, its work done. The Werpire stopped dead at this pronouncement.

"What?" he asked in a voice that was almost a whisper.

Oran bit down on his lip, a delicate blush rising in his cheeks, the drunken feeling dissipating as fast as it had come.

"Do you mean to say," Asked the Werpire, incredulously, "That the Bane of All Who Live in Darkness, The scourge of the underworld, The one who no Sucubi could ever tempt, by magic or body, is a Fairy?"

Closing his eyes, Oran hung his head in shame. The Werpire drew himself up to his full height and said in a calm, even tone, "I order you to answer, and to answer truthfully."

Choking back a sob, Oran choked as the properties of the room compelled him to answer.

"Yes, Master...it is true..."

The Werpire smiled.

"That explains a few things! Here they were thinking that you had some whore someplace and that was why you could resist the Sucubi! But the truth is far simpler, isn't it?"

Tears slowly ran down Oran's face as he tried to shrink into himself, trying to hide from the derisive sound of the Werpire's laughter.

"It...it is my deepest, my greatest...shame."

Darkness fell in the room, blinding Oran completely.

Chortling, the Younger walked down the hall, thinking and planning how he was going to tell all about his discovery. So immersed was he that he did not watch were he was going. As a result, he plowed headlong into another Werpire, coming from the other direction.

"Oh, I am sorry!"

The Younger apologized as he realized whom he had run into. The Elder Werpire stood and dusted himself where the younger has run into him.

"What is the hurry?" He asked in a warm, deep voice.

"W-well, Master." The Younger stammered "I have just learned something about the Bane of the Underworld, and I can't wait to spread it around." The Elder placed his hands on the Younger's shoulders and delved into his mind.

"Oh, really?" He said half to himself. Then he addressed the Younger directly. "Go to the dorm and tell them what happened, I will take care of the Scourge."

The younger saluted and ran off.

"Can it be true?" The Elder whispered to himself. Turning, he went into the room that the Younger had just come out of.

So deeply immersed was Oran in his misery that he did not notice the Elder's entrance.

"Why the tears?"

Looking up, Oran saw a look of tender concern on the muzzle of the new Werpire. He was much bigger then the one that had just left.

"You know perfectly well!" Oran sniffed "My life long shame has been exposed! Why was I so cocky, dammit! Why did I allow myself to be captured?"

The Elder sat next to Oran on the pedestal. Curiosity was evident in his voice as he asked, "Why did you allow yourself to be captured, especially without a fight? Surly you, of all the slayers would not be overcome by a Younger? And an exceptionally weak one at that?"

Oran's shoulders slumped as he was overtaken by a bout of sobbing. "I...I don't remember what I was thinking! Hell, I don't know if I WAS thinking at the time...that Sucubi's curse..."

The Elder smiled.

'Good work, Helena,' he thought to himself 'You did a good job. And now, it is my turn. Rest in peace'

The Elder put a comforting paw around Oran's shoulders pulling him close.

"It is not shameful to think highly of other males."

He said comfortingly, squeezing Oran gently. Oran whimpered softly as the Elder held him close. All of the training Oran had ever received was telling him to pull away and attack the creature beside him. But another part of him, equally as strong, told him to snuggle closer, to inhale the Elder Werpire's sent and let it intoxicate him.

The Elder could feel the struggle, deep within the human's psyche. He had felt it many times before. And he knew exactly what to do to make the desired outcome become reality. The Elder easily swept Oran off the pedestal and into the air, carrying him swiftly from the room.

"What...where are...you doing? Wait! Where, you...taking me?" Oran murmured incoherently as he looked up into the Elder's face, before closing his eyes and curling up in the Elder's arms, his body sinking into his captor's soft chest fur.

"I can feel the struggle inside of you, little one."

The Elder told him as he moved, "Your true nature is at war with the mind-set created by your training and your body is caught in the middle."

Oran looked up into the Elder's face, trembling gently, as the Werpire continued.

"If this battle is not decided soon, it will tear you apart, leaving you a hopeless and empty shell."

A door creaked as it opened and shut. The Elder then carefully, gently placed Oran on a soft and yielding surface. Oran lay on his back, not trying any longer to hide his nudity. The Elder got on all fours above Oran, allowing his sent to waft around the trembling human. Oran's eyes became unfocused as the somehow comforting musk of the large Werpire flowed around him. Feeling something big and hot resting on his stomach, Oran looked down.

His eyes widened as he saw the Elder's massive maleness resting gently on his lower stomach. Looking up into the Elder Werpire's eyes, Oran saw lust in the creature's eyes as Deathwing completed his thought.

"And I can, and will, do something to stop that fate from happening to you."

Realizing what the Werpire was talking about, Oran began to plead.

"No, No, wait, please! It is an abhorrent practice! It is corruption manifest! You can fight it! Fight the urges..."

Deathwing bent down and kissed Oran, cutting off his babble. Their anatomy was so completely different that it was hard, but the Elder managed to convey all of the feeling, all of the passion, that a human would have. Breaking the kiss with great reluctance, Deathwing pulled back.

"Is that what they told you?" he murmured pityingly, "Or is that what you believe?"

Oran was breathless, the kiss having done more then cut off his speech. Feelings, he had for so long tried to ignore, to bury, rushed forward, unchecked, making his body tingle with anticipation. Oran moaned as he felt his cock beginning to harden. Deathwing rocked his hips gently, causing his pulsing length to rub against Oran's stomach and chest. Oran whimpered softly, both hating and, at the same time, loving what was happening to him.

"Wait...I...please!"

Shaking his head gently, Deathwing disregarded Oran's feeble protests, leaning down to nibble gently on Oran's neck, rubbing his soft chest-fur against the human's trembling body.

"No. No more waiting." The Elder Werpire stated, maneuvering his cock into place at Oran's entrance, "For too long have you lived without release...true release. It is time."

With that the Elder gently pulled the human's legs wide and began to thrust inwards, at a slow, steady pace. Oran tried to scoot backwards away from the massive length.

"No! Please! I! I..."

Oran's protests lost their words as the massive organ began to penetrate him. Reaching around, the Elder bent Oran's arms around behind him before securing them with a strip of Blood-Magic.

Deathwing then shifted his position, rolling swiftly, removing anything in which Oran could use to get purchase. Removing his ability to escape. In so doing the Elder Werpire accelerated the human's penetration as gravity began to take effect.

As the massive organ slid deeper into his anal track, Oran began to scream out, in pain, in terror, tears sliding down his face as the Elder's expert hands and magic held him helpless. Deathwing growled softly as he drove his Wer-cock deeper and deeper into his prey's virgin ass.

Oran sobbed brokenly as he felt his virginity taken, taken by one of the very creatures that he had sworn, from childhood, to destroy. The deeper the organ slid, the weaker the magic that Oran was able to cast became. In desperation, Oran cast a repulsion spell, to force the Elder away, but it was too late. The weakened holy energy that was summoned barely ruffled the Elder's fur.

Gathering the human close to his chest, Deathwing assured Oran that the pain would stop, that the bleeding would stop, but Oran was too lost in the pain to believe. As time passed, however, Oran's struggles grew progressively weaker. Oran, himself, seemed to become weaker with each passing moment. Deathwing's pre-cum combined with Oran's virgin blood to lube his massive length, allowing it to slide inwards with very little effort.

The more it slid into the human, the more aphrodisiac compound that was the werewolf's side of the Werpire was introduced into Oran's system.

"Please..."

Oran's voice was just above a whisper. He collapsed against the Elder Werpire's large chest, eyes rolling into the back of his head, sobbing softly each time he exhaled.

"Shhh, it alright," Deathwing reassured Oran, "The worst is over now, you are doing fine...just fine..."

As he spoke the Elder gently stroked Oran's back, letting the human get used to the cock, now buried to the hilt inside of him. Reluctantly, Oran's body relaxed. Deathwing's gentle touch washed away the tension from him with its subtle pressure. Closing his eyes, Oran went completely limp, tears flowing from his eyes as he breathed in the Elder Werpire's rich, heavy scent.

Peace descended upon Oran. A calm acceptance flooded his being, driving away all fear, all hate. In the silence that now enveloped him Oran felt a mysterious pulse. It began as a tingle, in the pit of his stomach. Then it grew. As it grew, warmth flooded through his being. It took a few moments of concentrating or the pulse to figure out its origin. When he did, Oran could not believe it.

"A heart...beat?"

Wonder filled Oran's voice, "I...I can feel your heartbeat."

Oran whispered to the Elder. Opening his eyes Oran stared into the eyes of the Elder. Wonder was in his voice as Oran whispered,

"I was told, your kind...had...no heartbeat."

A smile hovered around Deathwing's muzzle as he gave Oran's face a gentle lick. Disbelief tainted Oran's voice as he asked his eyes wide with a mixture of sorrow and incredulousness.

"Everything I have ever learned, ever been told...is a lie?"

Deathwing continued to give his 'victim' a tongue bath, gently licking away Oran's tears.

"What is their 'truth'?"

Deathwing asked in all seriousness, looking into Oran's eyes.

"They justify their own actions by deceiving themselves. They see us as evil and they do not want anything to interfere with their 'duty' to destroy us. Not even their own morals."

Oran looked at the Elder Werpire, respectful awe in his eyes.

"You are...wise. They told me that your kind...had no mind."

Then, Oran's last bit of resistance prompted him to ask, "What about this? They call it an abhorrent practice..."

Deathwing shook his head slowly.

"How could they, who have never experienced what something is like, condemn it, simply because they don't agree with it?"

Oran looked at the Werpire, wordless awe in his eyes.

"Experience," murmured the Werpire "Is the best teacher."

The Elder then looked up into Oran's face and smiled.

"Are you ready to experience something?" Deathwing whispered seductively, "Beyond description?"

With his senses swimming from the Werpire's strong sent, Oran submitted at last to the potent aphrodisiac flowing through his system. Oran slowly nodded, closing his eyes and laying his head on the Elder Werpire's chest, burying his face in the Elder's chest fur.

Delving into the human's mind was an easy task; the human practically showed the Elder whatever he wished. Cycling through the events of the previous night, Deathwing's lip curled in disgust as he confirmed what he had bled off of his servant's mind. Pushing thoughts of what he would do to the younger Werpire aside, the Elder focused all of his attention on the task at hand.

Deathwing moved slowly, partly to increase the stimulation the human would feel, but also to savor his victory: The total domination of the one human, who had been widely considered to be incorruptible. A rumble, almost a purr, of satisfaction vibrated through the Elder's chest, as he began to have his way with Oran, the Scourge of the Underworld.

Cupping the human's ass cheeks with his paw-like hands, Deathwing squeezed the mounds of flesh and pulled them apart gently as he began to pull out of Oran. Oran arched and moaned softly as he felt the tick meat inside of him begin to move. Deathwing savored the noises that the human uttered when he did this. Deathwing growled to himself pleased at how submissive his 'victim' was. The Elder thrust in and out a few more times, to give the human a tiny hint of what pure bliss could taste like.

Oran could only moan in appreciation. Never had he been in a situation like this before. Not knowing how to react, Oran just let the Elder Werpire have his way, fully satisfied with relinquishing control for the first time in his life. Finally, the Elder decided that they had reached the point of decision. Holding the human in place, the Elder Werpire stopped moving his hips, the head of his cock still parting the human's opening.

At first nothing happened, the human merely lay there and waited for the Werpire to continue. A trickle of blood ran its way down the Elder's cock, staining the sheets below them a dirty crimson. Then the human began to squirm, trying to back his way onto the Elder's cock. Deathwing held him firm, not letting the human get what he wanted. Soon, Oran began to whimper, his body trembling in his effort to thrust the Wer-cock deeper. Opening his eyes, Oran stared pleadingly into the Elder Werpire's. Smiling down into the human's face, Deathwing uttered a single command.

"Beg."

Oran moaned as he tried to push back, desperate to have the glorious member penetrate him once again.

"Please! Master! Please don't stop! Please!"

Gasping softly, Oran buried his face in the Elder Werpire's chest fur as he continued to plead. Scoffing, Deathwing said "That is not the what I meant."

Utter longing filled Oran's eyes as he looked into the Elder Werpire's eyes.

"Master, Please! I know of no other way!" sobbed Oran.

Deathwing smiled and said, "Then I will educate you. Repeat after me," commanded the Elder Werpire.

"'Master, please fuck me, until I scream like the Bitch that I am!'"

Oran took a few shuddering breathes before repeating,

"M-master, please fuck me...until I scream...like the Bitch...that I am..."

Staring pleadingly into Deathwing's eyes, Oran tried adding something that a Sucubi had once said to him before he had staked her, "Please, I need to feel you inside of me...please...cum in me...mark me!"

Oran stopped to take a breath to continue, but Deathwing stopped him with a kiss. Satisfied for the present, Deathwing began again to thrust into Oran's ass.

"That will do for now, my Bitch, but your knowledge needs to be expanded if you are going to continue to serve me."

Oran nodded, understanding what the Elder was saying. Thrusting his hips forward in a steady, rolling rhythm the Elder Werpire brought his muzzle close to Oran's ear.

"Listen, and learn."

With that, Deathwing began to whisper words and phrases into the human's ear. A steady blush rose in Oran's cheeks as the Elder explained to him what each meant, and the situations for using each one. Then, the Elder began to thrust himself in harder. Oran's back arched and he gasped softly as his Master's member began to stimulate him even more. As Deathwing's thrusting tempo increased, Oran's mind ascended into a plane filled with light.

Their intercourse seemed to stretch on for eternity, Oran climaxing every few moments as the unaccustomed pleasure built in his body. But it finally came to an end. Growling savagely, Deathwing drove his cock inwards, barely stopping himself before his knot penetrated his Bitch's ass. Filling the human's insides with his cum, the Elder began the ritual. Oran arched his back, screaming in ecstasy as his body climaxed itself dry.

"Ohhh! Master! I love you!"

The Elder Werpire chuckled as he stated,

"My little Bitch, you are, to me, only as a plaything. For myself and those I feel like letting have a piece of your ass."

Panting, Oran smiled weakly as he replied,

"I know, my Master. That...is why I...love you. You helped me...see. You are...honest."

With that Oran passed out, collapsing limply onto Deathwing's chest, a look of complete bliss on his face. The Elder Werpire chuckled to himself as he removed his cock, quickly replacing it with a butt-plug from a nearby cabinet before any of his cum dribbled out.

"Well that was entertaining as well as rewarding." He murmured to himself. Leaving the comatose human, with his cum locked inside of him, lying on the bed, the Elder left the room. Turning to the guard outside the door, Deathwing ordered him to move the occupant of the room into the bitches section.

Saluting, the Younger Werpire did as he was bid. The Elder Werpire watched impassively as the Younger carried the human down the corridor to where all of the other bitches were ensconced. Noting that the Blood-Magic restraints were still in effect, the Elder waved a paw and dispelled them with a thought.

"Now," He growled, "To deal with that useless lump that calls himself my servant!"

As Deathwing swept off, his irritation was evident in every step. Finding the servant that he wanted was childishly easy. Stopping outside of the Younger's dorm, the Elder could hear the newly turned's boasting voice clearly.

"It was dark, but of course, that does not mean a thing to us, I saw him come out of the house."

Standing in the doorway, Deathwing listened to his servant brag.

"I dropped down, and grabbed him. Then I bashed his head against a wall so that he lost consciousness."

The Younger looked smug as he added, "He went limp instantly."

Deciding that enough was enough, the Elder stepped forward.

"Really?" He growled, interrupting before the Younger could reveal who it was, or his secrets.

"Was that before or after he ambushed you, slaughtered all of the undead you had with you and then practically put your hands around his neck?"

A sadistic smile spread itself across the Elder's muzzle as he watched the Younger Werpire jump.

"Deathwing! I...I did not see you!"

Striding forward, Deathwing grabbed the Younger by the muzzle, silencing him.

"That is 'Master' or 'Honored Elder' to you, you impudent scum!"

Twisting savagely, Deathwing turned and threw the much smaller Werpire across the room. The Younger hit the wall with a sickening crunch, before sliding down in a heap.

Pointing a paw-digit at the whimpering Werpire, Deathwing imperiously ordered, "Younger's, fetch that piece of trash and follow me!"

Sweeping from the room at a brisk pace, Deathwing lead a small group toting the semiconscious Younger. Reaching a door leading to the dungeons, Deathwing ordered the group to disperse. Grabbing the much smaller Werpire by the scruff of his neck, Deathwing dragged him unceremoniously through a twisting maze of tunnels, ever leading downwards.

Stopping at a stone door, Deathwing dropped his burden. Gauging his claws deep into the stone, Deathwing exerted his tremendous strength to open the massive stone door. The Younger Werpire got to his feet, groggily.

"What, are you doing?" He asked, his voice a bit thick.

Limbs trembling from the effort of keeping the massive door open, Deathwing growled

"This is your new home, enjoy."

Wandering forward, the Younger entered the room behind the door. His vision, while excellent, took awhile to adapt to his surroundings. When it did, the Younger felt confused.

"A, plant? Deathwing? What is a plant doing in-"

The Younger whirled around as the sound of the door grating shut cut him off. As the door ground shut, the plant began to move. Thin, wisp-like tendrils reached for the Younger. Confused as to their purpose, the Younger did nothing as they twined themselves around his legs. Then they began to pull at him, trying to drag him into the shadowed recesses of the room. The Younger reached down to brush off the creeping tendrils.

His slightly glazed eyes widened as the tendrils suddenly, (to him) thickened into vines, easily as thick as an adult human wrist. Soft and elastic, the vines withstood the Younger's best efforts to escape. Growling savagely, the Younger fought against the tentacle-like vines with tooth and claw. Suddenly, the Younger froze, as one of the thinner tendrils wrapped itself around his sack, squeezing it gently.

The Younger tore franticly at the tendril squeezing his jewels. He succeeded, but as he breathed a sigh of relief, two more wrapped themselves around his sack, squeezing with increasing strength. Again, he franticly tore them off. He was successful, but there was no respite for the Younger. For every tendril he ripped off, two took its place. Sinking to his knees, the Younger panted heavily, the pain/pleasure sapping his strength, his loins now a mass of thin vines, squeezing him without mercy.

Falling on all fours, the Younger moaned softly, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, his cock sliding out of its sheath, growing to its full length. The thicker tentacles now wrapped themselves around his body, arms and legs, as well as pinning his wings to his back. The vines then gently lifted the semi-comatose Werpire to a point near the ceiling, suspending him over the plants' main body.

The Younger pointed his muzzle at the ceiling, his muzzle opening in a silent cry, as the blunt point of the plant's outer husk penetrated his ass. His ensnared legs were splayed wide and the only thing the Younger could do was moan, as the vines began to force him to ride the husk. With a piecing squeal, a mouthed vine found the Younger's now fully erect member. With a whimper, the Younger felt the hungry vine surround his cock, all the way to his inflating knot, milking him mercilessly. Squirming did no good, as this caused the vines to wrap around him even more tightly and tighten their grip on his balls, squeezing them mercilessly.

Relentlessly, the vines continued to move him up and down on the plant's husk. His moans were cut off as hollow vine thrust its way into his muzzle. His arms were twisted and bound behind his back as the vine began to slide into and out of his mouth. A thick, semisweet fluid began to jet into his muzzle, a small portion going down his throat, but most of it trickling out the sides of his mouth, tracing a path down his neck and onto his chest-fur.

At first he tried to fight the tentacle in his muzzle, biting forcefully down on it. This did not accomplish anything more then increasing the force of the stream of liquid into his mouth. Then his eyes glazed over as the viscose fluid the vine was secreting hit his stomach, sending an intense wave of pleasant, but temporary, heat through him. As he opened him mouth to gasp, the vine shoved deeper for a moment, shooting a full load directly into his stomach, making the heat return full force.

Eager for the heat to come back, the Younger began to suck hungrily on the tentacle in his muzzle, the fluid it was providing, giving him sustenance. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his sluttish nature took control. As the fluid filled vine slid in and out of his muzzle the Younger climaxed, back arching as he cummed harder then he had ever done in his whole life. The insatiable tentacle wrapped around his cock milked him dry.

Not a single drop of his fertile seed was lost. Inside of him the husk began to grow, increasing the stimulation he was feeling tenfold. As the husk continued to open, the movements of the vines became rougher, faster, harder. The Werpire keened softly as the husk inside of him stretched his ass to near his limit. Then the husk began to change inside of him, growing longer, knobs bulging out along its form.

The Younger moaned loudly around the tentacle raping his muzzle, causing a torrent of milky-white fluid to trickle down the outside of his throat. The Younger climaxed again as the husk was forced deeper. Again the insatiable vine-mouth wrapped around his cock milked him dry.

The Younger keened ever louder than before as the plant husk penetrating his ass grew in size. Somewhere in the back of the Werpire's mind he realized what was happening. For each time that he climaxed, thus feeding the plant his seed, it grew in size. He realized that he was now at the threshold of his endurance with its most recent growth spurt.

Opening his eyes a slit, the Younger beheld what fate awaited him. He was surrounded by other Wers, other victims. All were obviously dead. Yet, as the Younger's eyes traveled the length and breath of the room, not one of them had a look of pain or humiliation or even of regret on their muzzles. All had matching looks of absolute joy, of pure ecstasy. The Younger's eyes closed briefly in pain as root-like tendrils shot, like uncoiling springs, from the knobs studding the husk penetrating him. But the vines continued to make him ride the husk, sending waves of pleasure through his system overriding the pain.

The Younger finally relaxed, submitting completely to the plant, alternately sobbing and moaning with pleasure. He did not even feel the hard bark spike that shot up through his insides, piercing his heart. As his vision faded to black, and his mind lost itself to the void, the Younger felt only his body racked with one final earth-shattering climax, his muzzle showing the same expression of joyous release as the others. The body hung, suspended and swaying gently in the air.

Slowly, the vines inside of the Werpire's mouth and surrounding his cock retreated, drawing back into their homes, their jobs completed. The fur on the dead Younger's chest tented outward for a moment before the flower poked its way through. A delicate blue flower over the heart of it victims. That is the way of the Raplit.

Satisfied with his disposal of the troublemaker, Deathwing trotted up to the main part of the citadel.

Slowly coming awake, Oran's nose wrinkled as the smell of long unwashed-something filled his nostrils. Opening his eyes, Oran looked around the massive room in which he now was. It was well lit with globes of light, hovering near the ceiling, casting a soft, bright light down on the rest of the room.

Sitting up, Oran felt the object in his ass. Crying out softly, he fell back onto the thinly padded mat that was serving as his bed. Seeing his movement, another human came over and plopped down next to him.

"Welcome back to the world of the wakeful! How are you feeling?"

Looking up into the human's face, Oran felt a sense of instant kinship with him.

"I...I think I am alright. How long have I been out?"

Smiling, the human lay a hand on Oran's bare chest, as he answered,

"Quite a bit, actually. The guard brought you in about three feeding times ago."

A soft blush infused Oran's cheeks as he realized both he and his newfound friend were naked. Looking down, the human cooed appreciatively, "Ooo, you are SO cute when you blush! So innocent,"

Rubbing his hand across Oran's chest, the human inched closer to Oran's growing member

"And yet so naughty! No wonder you got Deathwing's attention!"

Biting back a moan, Oran stammered, "W-who are you...talking about?"

The human giggled and started to rub Oran's cock with one hand, drawing a moan from the prone human.

"Master Deathwing, silly! The one who made you his new Bitch!"

Oran's eyes widened at his companion's statement.

'He truly has no clue, does he?' Thought the human to himself. 'If the Master wants to replace me, all I can say is, it about time.'

Oran then asked "Who are you?" as he pulled the human down onto his erect cock. Moaning, the human replied,

"My name is...Ohhh!...Ulrich, sexy."

Thrusting into Ulrich's ass Oran felt as if a part of himself was now complete.

'The replacement ritual is almost complete.' Ulrich thought to himself, 'Soon...'

Oran was oblivious to his companion's revelations. He did not stop until he blew a lode into Ulrich's ass. Ulrich cooed as he felt his insides filled.

"Ooo you filled me up, I love it! The Master did good by you!"

Blushing at the complement Oran, lay back, panting a bit. Ulrich then got off, cooing as Oran's cock pulled free.

"Now just one more thing to do..." said Ulrich as he flipped Oran over and yanked the plug free.

Oran yelped, partially in pain, partially in surprise.

"What was that for?" Oran asked pitifully.

Ulrich waited for a moment, holding Oran so he could not turn over.

'So, he has been fully bonded..." Ulrich thought as nothing emerged. Eventually, Ulrich said, "Sorry, just wanting to see how much of the Master is still in you..."

Confusion clouded Oran's face until he realized what Ulrich was talking about. Then he blushed deeply. Doing an acrobatic spring, Ulrich leapt to his feet. He then offered Oran a hand in getting up. Now that he was standing, Oran could see that there were many others in the massive room with himself and Ulrich.

Even without looking, Oran could tell that not a single one of the humans, who filled the room's interior, wore anything. Looking at Oran's blushing face, Ulrich smiled as he said "It is hard to believe that the Master could find one that is so damn innocent!" Oran was about to ask what he meant when the massive double doors at one end of the room opened.

"Ooo!" Said Ulrich, dropping the butt-plug, dragging Oran behind him as he ran towards the door. "Feeding time again!"

Oran had to step quick, to avoid being pulled over.

"Hey! Hey! Slow down!" Oran complained.

"Can't!" Chirped Ulrich "If we do, there will be none left!"

As Oran ran, he realized something. He was moving way faster then a human should be able to. It was true that it was mostly Ulrich pulling him, but some of it was due to his own effort. It took him and Ulrich only a few seconds to run from one side of the massive room to the other.

'What other blessings have I been granted?' Oran wondered to himself.

He quickly snagged a bowl and scooped up some of the contents of the large caldron. The food was a thick and savory stew. Ulrich's fears seemed to be completely unfounded, there was plenty there for all, plus some. Oran's mouth watered fiercely with the smell as he sprinted back to the place where he had woken up. Ulrich was already there, sucking down the thick mixture like there was no tomorrow.

Sitting down, Oran began to drink it down as well. It was delicious. As he finished, a scuffle broke out somewhere around the middle of the room. Ulrich watched as the replacement got up and started walking towards the fight.

"Good luck." He whispered softly before burying his face back in his bowl of stew.

. . . . .

The younger human flew backwards under the blow of the larger one.

"I said to give me your soup, little one. Don't make me have to hit you again..."

The younger scooted backwards, away from the abandoned bowl. Giving a scornful scoff, the larger human bent to retrieve the bowl. Oran walked by and 'accidently' kicked the bowl over.

"Oh, Whoops! I'm sorry."

He apologized. The large one then straightened up.

"That's ok, just give me your soup then."

Oran shrugged and said "I would if I could, but I can't. Sorry!"

The large human slowly walked up to Oran. He towered over Oran.

"Maybe you didn't hear me." He growled "I said 'just give me your soup' little Bitch."

Oran shook his head.

"I told you, I can't. I don't have any left. I was going back to see if there was the possibility of a re-fill..."

The larger human drew back and threw a massive roundhouse. The air whistled as the limb moved through it. The fist was an inch away from connecting with Oran's chin when he disappeared from sight.

"Hey! What..." Was all that the larger human had time to say before he went flying in the opposite direction. Oran re-appeared in a battle stance, perfectly balanced. The larger human grunted as he hit the ground.

"What the..." He muttered as he got up. "You're going to pay for that."

Balanced lightly on his toes, Oran replied,

"You started it. I will only attack if you do so first."

Roaring, the larger human ran at Oran, limbs flailing. Again Oran disappeared. Ulrich's eyes caught what happened, but his were the only ones. With a small sound, the larger human hit the ground and did not get up. Slowly, Oran came out of his battle stance and walked over to the caldron. He scooped up another portion and walked calmly back to his spot.

There was no sound as Oran plopped down and began to eat his second helping.

"There is only one, who fights like that..." Whispered one of the newer additions to the room, "And I have only heard about him in stories. The bane of the underworld. The incorruptible. Oran the shadowslayer!"

Oran winced as he heard this and muttered to himself.

"I hate those stories...they never cast me in a realistic light..."

Finishing his stew, Oran was full. Turning to Ulrich, he asked,

"Do the bowls go anywhere? Or do we just hold onto them?"

Ulrich pointed out a massive pile of bowls.

"We put them there. They are then cleaned by..."

Ulrich broke off as Oran took his bowl and started to clean it.

"It seems it would be simpler if we just did it ourselves." Wrinkling his nose he continued "I am sure that doing that would eliminate most of the smell in here."

Oran, focusing on his work, was oblivious to the stir that accompanied his statement. Ulrich wasn't.

'He has sense, and he is not afraid to go first. Wherever Master got him, he did good to choose him.'

"Makes sense." Ulrich said, and began to clean his bowl alongside Oran.

The other humans in the room began to murmur and shift, the tension in the room rising. Finished with his own bowl, Oran began to work on the huge pile, using water from a nearby pool. Quickly and efficiently, Oran cleaned the bowls and handed them to Ulrich, who waved them over a torch to dry them off.

The pile of bowls quickly shrank. Oran was oblivious to all around him. He did not even notice as Deathwing walked into the room, causing an almost deafening silence.

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