Re: This is a Great Plan (Smokefish, Host, Hentaispider, and Hafnium)
-Kherem-
It all happened so fast; one moment he had been held by the fallen angel, having watched his fellow Kitsunes be on the recieving end of their opponents perverse actions, helpless to save them from such a fate. The next moment, all he had seen was red; of anger, and shortly afterwards of blood. The victory felt shallow, barely registered, as the shadows so tightly formed around tore away from him. A pained gasp, followed by a bloodied cough, was all he managed to utter before falling down on his back, his swords scattered on the sides of him. His vision was blurry, his head throbbing, but he had done it. Even if he hadn't prevented it, he had at least cut short the abuse of Oormi and Lumi's bodies. The roaring crowd, and the announcers declaration of victory, meant much less to him than the safety of his kindred.
Kherem was too exhausted to move, and thus the sight of the Alraunes were a relief. That Oormi and Lumi was being taken care of put his mind at ease, and he for one wasn't going to complain about being taken care of in a similiar manner. But the last member of the foxy fighters appeared to have other things in mind for him. Kherem barely had the time to register Melissa's rapid approach, even less react as she straddled him, his eyes half-lidden, but showed confusion and surprise at her actions. "Melissa, what are you...?", he grunted lowly as Melissa grinded against his partially erect member, and he squirmed in vain beneath her as she rubbed herself against his lightly furred chest.
The Kitsune wasn't sure how to react to this, it was so absurd, so far from anything he had expected that could have happened during this situation. And yet, Melissa didn't show any signs of stopping what she had only just begun. An undignified whimper escaped Kherems lips, followed by an involuntary buck up against the animal-like person that were straddling his lap. And as he took a deep breath in an effort to try and remain calm, the intoxicating scent of arousal from Melissa hit him, making his nostrils flare open briefly. He had a keen sense of smell, perhaps too keen right now; her scent was infectious, the smell of sweat and arousal was so very far from unpleasant to him. And the worst part was, he was too weak to struggle against her.
-Melissa-
Her killer - her, former killer, the creature she had expected so strongly to end her life, had saved the beast some trouble. Removing foreign clothes wasn't a task the creature had the mental acuity to deal with at the moment, but her mate had already been depantsed. Removing her own clothes was something she had done hundreds of times - and a good deal of those times, with great speed - so even despite the action's complexity, it was one that she could, and did complete, unfastening and quickly pulling off everything in her way.
Meeting no resistance - not that the kitsune could have offered any if he had wanted to - the female pushed herself up, taking hold of her mate's desired manhood. While she had nothing in the way of desire for foreplay, the human creature was denied immediate satisfaction by Kherem's lack of arousal. "Rrrrrr..." was all the response she could manage, the growl of annoyance coming as she failed to ride the male the way she greatly wanted to, instead only able to slide the half-flaccid length along her folds in failed attempts at penetration. Such annoyance did not last long, however, as the forceful attempts to fill herself with kitsune cock had a predictably encouraging effect on the male's already partly teased erection.
When the boy was hard enough, his mate didn't waste a second before sliding him into her desperate depths. This was hardly for his benefit - concern for the male's pleasure wasn't even gracing her consciousness, the female's only thought was to get something warm and throbbing to buck and press and drag against the inner-surface of her womanhood, to make her squeal and writhe and cum. That lack of concern didn't seem to be stopping the fox from enjoying the experience anyway, of course, given that he looked far from pained at being ridden by the warrior.
-Kherem-
Kherem blinked his eyes, a weary, confused look to him, as he saw Melissa so readily, not to mention swiftly, discard her clothes. A faint streak of crimson had begun to show on his cheeks by the time Melissa reached for her desired prize, and his ears would flatten back over his head at the disapproving growl she managed to utter. "Melissa, please...!", his words fell short, trailing off into a whimpering moan as Melissa rubbed her nethers along his shaft. No doubt pleasing to her feral mind, the stimuli she provided was enough to make it serviceable for her desires, as it soon throbbed, proud and stiff, against her sex.
The male had no hopes of preventing what was coming for him next, and as Melissa thrust herself down his manhood, a gasping moan escaped his lips, his exhausted body making an involuntary buck up inside the feral woman, even if it might be all but unnoticeable given his current lack of strength. His hands weakly clenched against the sand-covered ground, trying to brace himself, but it was all in vain; he had no endurance left to try and resist the pleasure Melissa was giving him, and for every one of her thrusts along his member he could feel the pressure within growing more and more, it wouldn't take long before he reached his peak if this continued.
-Melissa-
Kherem's few words fell on deaf ears; his body spoke far more to the female. It flushed and it bucked, hungry for the embrace of her slick petals. And when that embrace came, his partner didn't let up for a second - taking him at an animalistic pace that he perhaps wouldn't be able to match... but if he couldn't, too bad! Though she was tired and thinking at the level of a beast, the female was still quite able to use every ounce of sexual skill she had in her more lucid state. There was nothing that came more naturally to the woman than fucking, as evident when her muscles worked, almost without thought, to keep her pinkest flesh flush against the male meat inside of her. She leaned back, trying to angle the cock as deeply and strongly as she could against her g-spot, panting lustfully with each thrust.
Keeping her walls hugging his shaft, as if trying to milk out the male's cum, and thrusting so vigourously and rapidly that he did not get a moments respite was not without consequences for Kherem, of course - concequences that the beast mounting him became aware of.His nice maleness had been so good at stroking the inside of her desperate body, making her groan in pleasure over and over, but his resistance was at its' limit. The lustful creature could see and hear the signs of the male's sac preparing to empty, from his face and his moans - but well before she was satisfied!
Her fun wasn't going to end now, not when she could help it. "Nnnyet!" she yelped out, at a level underneath consiousness, her soul - weak though it was - begining to perform a dastardly trick. The foxes' rising flood suddenly met with a spirit that forced it back, the extension of the beast's will imposing itself over his erection and physically preventing the last switches to his climax to be flicked, leaving him on the edge of orgasm despite her continued thrusts. With his own soul so severely drained, there was nothing her mate could do to prevent the denial of his release, nor the excessive pleasure that continued to flow from his over-stimulated manhood.
-Kherem-
Moans and grunts escaped the male kitsunes lips as his smaller companion roughly rode his shaft like a beast in heat, whimpers and ragged breaths coming from him as he was quickly reaching his peak. Just a little longer, and perhaps Melissa would be sated. Oh how wrong he was. Even under his most ideal conditions, he might've not been able to keep up with the woman abusing his shaft so hungrily, and his unsatisfying performance was punished readily. His body braced itself for relief and release, only to be stopped short, his climax held back by Melissa's spirit, making him whine aloud and writhe beneath the cruel female!
Twice he had been proven powerless against Melissa. First as she had begun to ravage his helpless body, and now for a second time as she was denying him release. A weak whimper escaped his lips, as he fruitlessly, franticly, tried to buck and thrust up inside the cruel female nestled on his lap, the female that hungrily clenched around and rode his shaft. Powerless. Against Melissa of all people. He clenched his fists in the sand, as a low, bestial, growl began to rise in his throat. He wasn't going to let this last any longer, he was not going to allow Melissa to have her way with him a second time, once the opportunity would arise, he would make use of his heritage; he was going to drain her soul until she were as exhausted as he were, but no further.
As good as it had felt at first, Melissa's decision to deny him release was too much, too far, for him to accept; this was not how he wanted it. This was not what he had been expecting from her, and he would have none of it.
-Melissa-
Kherem's displeasure wasn't matched by the female using him. If anything, his suffering was to her enjoyment, given that the kitsune was as hard as he could ever get. With a temporary handle on his orgasm, she was able to continue riding him relentlessly, hammering herself toward her own climax until her legs were shaky and her body was steeped in pleasure. The kitsune hadn't needed much buildup before his not-orgasm, but while the beast abusing him needed more, it wasn't by too significant a margin - especially once he started draning her essence, the addictive extacy of having her energies sucked away only adding to her enjoyment. With whimpers and squeals, the female lay against the immobile male again, her small and frantic thrusts upon her mate's cock rapidly adding to the near-bursting well of need inside her... until, with a scream, her body began to shudder, the grip of her soul on Kherem relaxing as liquid bliss filled her mind and slicked her thighs, letting him finally add his own virile spunk to the brew. There were remarkably few ways that the animal differed from her (arguably) more inteligent state, but one of them was the acceptance of seed into her womb; in her right mind she would have avoided the creamy filling, but now she couldn't think of anything better than having the thick baby-batter filling her love-tunnel. But, between her orgasm, her lacking energies, and the draining of the Kitsune, she could no longer hold onto consiousness, passing out even as she continued to twitch lightly aganst her companion.
-Kherem-
It was another unsatisfying victory for Kherem; even as he drained Melissa's energy, his frustration and his attempts to thwart her efforts only seemed to heighten her enjoyment, much to his continued frustration. It was not in vain however, for as the female cried out in blissful release, he soon followed suit; and he wasn't any more dignified in it than she were, as he howled out his pent-up release. Shuddering and groaning weakly afterwards, he wouldn't last much longer. He had been exhausted even before, and after Melissa's rough treatment of him and his shaft, certainly not any less so.
Still, with his mind veiled in post-climactic bliss, his nostrils filled with the scent of their combined sweat and sex, there was something that stood out, something that seemed to have made it all worth it to endure. For as Melissa's essence had been absorbed into his, a sheepish smile slowly crept over his lips. The womans essence had flowed freely and generously, and he couldn't help but savor it, both for its volume and the particular 'taste' he found in it. A very elusive sort of taste.
Despite his lingering frustration, Melissa's essence had managed to subdue it enough for him to calm down. It had also been enough to restore his own reserves to keep the darkness at bay, even if he were too exhausted to do much at the moment.