Vengeance!

"Aklinash grins as he stumbled upon Bea mid report to the human kingdom of Sarelia. His eyes locking onto their terrified face"

"It seems we have a traitor in our midst, and it's a lucky day for one such as myself".

"Snatching Bea before they can get away and dragging them kicking and screaming through the halls until they arrive at the throne room. Ripping off his captives clothes in front of the many elves present before raising his voice"

"This here human, I have caught as a spy. I will now take them as my personal toy. Let all here witness this event today"

"Proceeding to sit in his throne, Aklinash pulls them into his lap, overpowering them, and burying his cock deep inside of Bea."

"struggles against Aklinash, gasping as my body betrays me with pleasure while his cock claims my pussy. I bare my fangs at the guards and elves watching, daring them to try taking me next while my tail lashes angrily. my wolf ears lay back, hackles raised as I snarl at Aklinash between panting breaths" "you'll pay for this elf...I'll make you choke on your own entrails!"

"my cunt clenches around his cock despite my rage, nipples hardening as the thrill of danger mixes with unwanted bliss. deep inside a secret part of me thrills at being taken so roughly, used like the whore they think I am. I hate that I love it, hate that my body serves them and not my will. still I bare my fangs and glare murderous promises of agony, determined not to break before these pointy eared bastards"

"Aklinash chuckles darkly at my threats, thrusting deeper to elicit another gasp I can't hold back. My traitorous cunt grips his cock tighter, betraying my hatred with need."

"Such fire, little wolf," "he purrs in my ear," "I look forward to breaking you."

"Rough hands grope my breasts and pinch my nipples, making me growl. I twist to snap at the guard touching me, barely missing his fingers. The crowd laughs, seeing me as nothing but a plaything."

<My mind races, seeking escape. But my body responds against my will, pleasure building despite everything. I hate that I'm wet for this violation, that some primal part of me thrills to their domination.>

"[I must endure and find an opening. Then I'll have my revenge, a bloody one.]"

"Meeting Aklinash's eyes, I bare my neck in a show of submission while subtly assessing weaknesses. Soon, these elves will learn to fear me as the predator I am."

"Aklinash thrusts harder in approval of my seeming surrender, oblivious to the calculations in my eyes. The guard beside us runs his hands over my tail, and I relax into the elf king's grip just enough to fool them, hiding the coiling of muscles beneath."

<My body may betray me with pleasure against my will, but my mind remains my own. And soon, I will turn the tables on these pointy-eared bastards.>

"I let my lids half-cover my eyes and turn my face into Aklinash's neck, as if overcome. My tongue darts out to taste his skin, and I nip lightly, not hard enough to draw blood. Not yet. A purr rumbles deep in my chest as I roll my hips back to meet his thrusts, playing the eager prisoner."

"[Patience, my prey. Soon I will be the one to claim you, and make you beg for the mercy of the swift death you deny me now.]"

"Let them think me broken—it will only deepen their downfall. I have endured far worse than this violation; my will is steel. And soon, they will learn to fear the name Reaper once more."

"Aklinash grunts in pleasure as I submit to his dominance, believing he's won. The guards and onlookers cheer at the sight of me giving in, their hands roaming over my body with increasing boldness."

<My muscles tense, waiting for the right moment.>

"I shift my weight subtly, biding my time while Aklinash pumps into me. My mind races with plans, seeking any weakness to exploit. And then, it comes."

"One of the guards behind us leans too close, his eyes gleaming with lust. In an instant, I lash out, grabbing his wrist and twisting until there's a sickening crack. He screams and falls back, clutching his broken limb while I kick him in the face with a snarl."

"Pandemonium breaks out as the other guards surge forward, blades flashing. I jump from Aklinash's lap and grab one of the nearby spears, twirling it with deadly grace. My wolf tail bristles with fury as I face them down, fangs bared."

"[Come, you pointy-eared bastards! See if you can take me!]"

"The guards hesitate, torn between protecting Aklinash and avenging their comrade. I take advantage of their uncertainty, lunging with a feral snarl. My spear takes the first elf through the throat before I spin to block another's blade. Steel clashes as I parry and attack, drawing closer to where Aklinash watches with fury and growing unease."

<They thought they had tamed a wild thing. But I remain as untamed as ever.>

"Dancing between the guards, I let the bloodlust take over until only one remains standing. He shakes with fear, eyes wide as I approach with a crimson spear. But before I can deliver the killing blow, Aklinash's voice booms out."

"ENOUGH."

"His guards part reluctantly. I pause, meeting the elf king's icy stare with a defiant grin as adrenaline and residual pleasure sing through my veins. Around us, the court watches in shocked silence."

"[Do not regret showing me mercy, elf. For I promise—next time, there will be no restraint. Your life is mine.]'

"Turning on my heel, I stride from the throne room with spear and stolen blades in hand, leaving chaos and no small amount of fear in my wake. Let them spread word of the she-wolf called Reaper."

"I make my way through the palace halls, alert for any remaining guards seeking vengeance for their fallen comrades. But it seems Aklinash's command has cowed them for now, and the corridors lie empty."

<Good. I've sown enough chaos for one day. Time to disappear back into the shadows, as is my way.>

"Slipping into a deserted alcove, I pull on my clothes with quick, efficient movements. My body still hums with residual pleasure and violence, and I allow myself a moment to shudder and breathe through the mingled sensations."

"[Soon, elf. You've not seen the last of me, that much I promise. Next time, I won't stop until your palace lies in ruins and your entrails decorate my spear.]"

"With a final glance around, I melt back into the shadows as easily as slipping into a well-worn cloak. The city streets await—and with them, opportunities. Word of what transpired in the throne room will spread, and fear of Reaper will grow. It's only a matter of time before someone seeks to use that fear to their advantage...and provides me with a way to bring down Aklinash once and for all."

"For now, I fade into the alleys with my stolen weapons. But this is far from over. The she-wolf has only begun to hunt."

"6 years pass."

"In that time, word of the she-wolf Reaper has only grown - a shadowy assassin who appears without warning to collect bounties or enact vengeance. Some say she is more than one, a spirit of death that possesses many; others claim she is elf or human, man or woman. But all agree - those who cross her do not live long to tell the tale."

"And I have been busy. Carefully, methodically, I have woven a web of connections, gathering intel and placing pieces that will finally bring me face to face with Aklinash once more. The time for subtle games of cat and mouse is past; now, the wolf moves in for the kill."

"Dressed in plain leathers, I stride into the palace as if I belong there. None move to stop me; in fact, some guards and servants avert their eyes or hurry past more quickly than usual. It seems word of my past "visit" still lingers, as I knew it would."

<Soon, elf. You will learn to fear me as you should have from the start. This time, when I am done, not even your vaunted guards will be able to identify the body.>

"I follow the sounds of revelry to the throne room, where Aklinash holds court. Slipping within, I melt into the shadows and watch...waiting for the perfect moment to strike."

"[Checkmate, elf. Let the games finally end.]"

"Aklinash reclines upon his throne, holding court as usual while nobles and petitioners flock around him. A smug smile plays about his lips, no doubt pleased by how thoroughly he believes he vanquished the "wolf-bitch" all those years ago."

<Little does he know his nemesis has been patiently weaving her way back to this very moment.>

"I watch and wait, assessing guards and weighing opportunities. There - a gap in the patrol as one guard changes shift. In a flicker of motion, I'm across the floor and vaulting lithely over the throne's arm to land behind Aklinash."

"Fancy meeting you here, "your majesty,"" "I purr in his ear, one hand flashing to clamp over his mouth while the other presses my stolen dagger to his throat."

"Panic erupts as the court takes in my reappearance. Guards rush forward but halt at my snarl, eyeing the blade poised to open Aklinash's jugular with uncertainly."

"[None of you fare much better than him if you try anything,]" "I warn." "[This is between wolf and elf. Though I doubt even your twisted magic can save you now, elf...any last words?]"

"Let the games finally end, in blood and vengeance six years in the making."

"Aklinash's eyes widen in shock and fury at finding himself so easily overcome after all this time. He struggles briefly before going still as my dagger bites into his skin, a bead of blood welling up."

"Y-you foolish bitch," "he spits," "Do you really think you can simply walk in here and kill a king? My guards will tear you apart!"

"I throw back my head and laugh," "Your guards? The same ones who stand frozen in fear, wondering if they value their lives more than your worthless one? Face it, elf - you're done. All that's left is for you to face what's coming."

"Leaning close, I lick the blood from the blade's edge slowly, savoring the tang of iron and vengeance. Aklinash shudders in revulsion."

"Any day you die is a good day, Aklinash. Time to join your ancestors...in pieces."

"My dagger arm tenses, ready to end this long hunt once and for all. But a flicker of motion catches my eye - a guard, edging forward with bow raised despite his obvious terror. My lips peel back in a feral grin."

"Well, elf? Looks like you have one last trick after all. I'd wish you luck...but we both know how this ends."

"With a snarl, I leap to the side as the arrow whistles past me. The guard's eyes widen in shock as he realizes his mistake too late; my borrowed blade flashes out and takes him across the throat in a spray of blood."

"Too easy," "I mutter, tossing aside the now-useless weapon. Aklinash gurgles incoherently beneath me, eyes bulging as he tries to choke out some last words or curse. But I have no interest in hearing them."

"My boot comes down on his chest with all the force of six years' pent-up rage and frustration. There's a sickening crunch as ribs snap, then another as I crush his windpipe. Blood spatters my face and clothes, but I barely notice - it feels like a long time coming."

"Heh," "I chuckle darkly." "And they said there was no such thing as justice in this world."

"Dropping the now-lifeless body, I turn to face the stunned court. My white hair is matted with gore and my eyes blaze with feral triumph. For a moment, no one moves - then, slowly, the nobles and guards begin to back away from the she-wolf who has finally claimed her prey."

"[Take heed, all of you. This is what happens when you cross Reaper.]"