Love and Monster Ch. 7: Sex and Violence (Patreon)

Vulpie leapt, and she closed the distance between the bed and where Harry stood near the door as if it were only a light hop over a puddle.

Reflexively, Harry held his arms out, and the kitsune fell snugly in his arms, causing him to stumble back and struggle to regain his balance.

That wasn't helped by the fact that Vulpie's mouth immediately latched onto his neck. She sucked on the skin, forcing a sudden gasp out of Harry as his eyes rolled back. He could feel his best friend's bare bum against the palm of his hands, and worst of all, her gushing pussy was rubbing up against his forearm, its heat practically throbbing against his skin.

Harry's legs felt like jelly, and try as he might, he was unable to stay upright. He crumpled up against the wall, feeling a slight pain on his bum that faded almost instantly, easily overwhelmed by the sensation of Vulpie sucking on his neck, her juices dripping down his arm as it slid out from under her and ended up rubbing her slit before she settled on his lap.

“Vulpie!” Harry gasped, not sure what to do with his hands, not sure what to do about this situation at all as her curtain of white hair obscured the way her teeth nibbled at his skin, the way her tongue savored him and the way her soft lips latched onto his flesh.

She began to grind her bare pussy up against his covered crotch. Her nails dug into his back, punching through his shirt, burrowing into his skin and quickly drawing blood.

For a moment, Harry sat there, unsure of what to do as his body shuddered in pleasure. He glanced at his forearm, which was glazed in a thin film of slick secretions, their bittersweet bouquet wafting up to his nose and making him bite his lip.

He grabbed onto Vulpie's head and forcefully pulled it back, struggling as the girl fought him, but finally managing to tear her away from his neck.

He wasn't able to see it, but he knew there must be a large purple bruise already forming there. Vulpie's eyes were absolutely feral, her fangs poking out from her mouth as she tried to fight off his grip on her head.

“Vulpie, talk to me!” Harry said. He desperately wanted to give in, he wanted nothing more than to lose himself in his best friend's embrace, but he needed to know she was in control, he needed to know she was in there somewhere.

Vulpie was visibly struggling to move her mouth, as if she had just learned to speak and still wasn't sure how to form words.

Her hands suddenly snapped up and gripped his shoulders, nails once more digging in and forcing a hiss out of his mouth as he could feel blood being drawn.

“Harrrry.” Vulpie was finding it very difficult to speak, her voice low and throaty.

All the while, she was grinding her soaked little cunt harder and harder against his crotch, driving pleasure up Harry's spine with each movement, forcing him to bite his lip to try and keep a modicum of control.

“Harry.” She repeated, her hands sliding up his shoulder and settling at the sides of his neck. “If you don't let me fuck the shit out of you right now, I will literally kill you, understood?”

Harry gulped, his heart pumping rapidly as a thrill rushed through his body. He nodded weakly just as he let go of her face.

She squeezed his shoulder blades harder as she dived forward. Their lips crashed in a clumsy, messy first kiss, driven by pure need and desperation.

It was wonderful. Harry didn't know how many times he'd thought about kissing Vulpie, how many times he'd stared at her lips when she spoke, only to earn a light punch on the shoulder and a blushing fox as she cursed at him.

And now, even through all the savagery as she practically shoved her tongue down his throat, all he could think about was how wonderful it felt.

A switch flipped. He would no longer hold himself back from his desires.

Harry kissed back, stemming the tide of her assault as their lips locked in a passionate embrace. He pushed his crotch harder against her own, reveling in the feel of the beautiful friction between their sexes.

Both their hands moved in opposite directions.

Vulpie's raced downward as the kitsune lifted herself off him just enough to slip her hands down and fumble around with his pajama bottoms.

There was no room for coordination as the heat between them grew. Harry wanted to tell her she could just slide the pajamas down, but that would have meant breaking the kiss.

Vulpie jumped directly to tearing his bottoms apart, the drenched cloth easily giving way to her sharp nails as she sliced through it just enough to allow his cock to spring forth from inside.

Her hand wrapped around his member and began to stroke its length, causing Harry's toes to curl.

At the same time, Harry had buried his hands in Vulpie's lush white hair, sliding them up her scalp until they reached their true target.

Vulpie yelped, finally breaking their kiss to glare at him. “W-what are you doing?!”

Harry's hands were wrapped around her ears, fingers softly rubbing up and down the fluffy appendages.

Vulpie's tail had stiffened completely, the soft white fur standing on end as her ears went haywire from his ministrations.

For so long, Harry had wanted to do this, to touch her freely, to explore her body to his heart's content.

Harry scratched the back of her ear and her eyes closed involuntarily as her stroking of his shaft intensified. Harry leant forward until his lips were brushing up against her left ear.

“We both know you fucking love it.” He whispered. His tongue darting out and tracing up through the inside of her ear.

Vulpie squealed, her body shook as she was overtaken by pleasure.

Harry licked her ear while he continued to massage the other, and Vulpie did the only thing she could do to get even.

She used her hand to keep his cock straight, took a deep breath and then plunged down, impaling herself on his cock.

The world stopped, the entire planet stopped spinning, all sound ceased.

Everything else faded away, or perhaps it just shrunk down to a single point.

His cock was inside of Vulpie.

He was inside of his best friend.

And it was the most perfect feeling on earth.

Vulpie's pussy was a piping hot, almost painfully tight vice, with a silk-like softness that was unreal.

He stared down to where they were joined. His brain connected the images he was seeing: his cock nowhere to be seen as it was engulfed in her tight snatch, her smooth, perfect stomach, her tail twitching jerkily in the background, her perky, delicious looking breast, her gorgeous face and finally, her ethereal, violet eyes.

He was inside of that.

“Fuck!” Vulpie cursed as his cock throbbed in pure pleasure. Harry gazed into her eyes, and his heart leapt as he saw that while she was still in a haze of lust, she was still there, she wanted this.

“I'm afraid to move.” He said. “I-I don't know if I'll last too long.”

Vulpie leaned forward. Even that slight shift in the angle of his cock inside of her pussy made Harry's body tense as he fought against the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him.

He could see in her face that Vulpie was struggling too, and for a moment he thought she was about to tell him to not worry, that she wasn't going to last much longer herself.

Then, just as she opened her mouth, he remembered. This was Vulpecula.

She shot him the snootiest look she could muster. “It's going to be so good, when I make you cum like the uncouth peasant you are.”

The gloves were off.

Harry surged forward, and Vulpie met him halfway.

Their bodies collided, and Harry loved the feeling of her soft nipples as her breasts were squished against his chest. They were kissing once more, and just as Vulpie began to frantically bounce on his lap, Harry began thrusting like a man possessed.

They were out of sync for the first few strokes, but when they matched up, it was all Harry could do not to explode inside of her right then. Vulpie wrapped her arms around his neck, and Harry went for the kill immediately, reaching down and grabbing onto the base of her tail.

Vulpie bit the bottom of his lip and pulled back, glaring at him as they rutted like maniacs. “T-That's -ah! Y-You dirty fuc-”

Harry claimed her lips once more, tugging her tail towards them as he leaned back, taking control of their joining as he slammed his hips against hers.

The *slap*slap*slap* of their bodies joining together was the most wonderful sound he'd ever heard. The way her nipples hardened against him, the way her tail writhed desperately to escape his grip, the way her pussy squeezed him tightly as if it never wanted to let him go…

Harry pulled back and knew this next thrust would be his last. He wriggled his hips, circling the head of his cock around her sensitive entrance, and then he slammed home.

He broke the kiss and Vulpie's head immediately fell down to his neck, her nose sinking into the crook as her body trembled and shook. Harry lost control of his own body, and his mouth hung open as the most powerful orgasms of his life overcame him.

He released inside of her little fox pussy, and Vulpie's spasming quim was massaging his rod, coaxing as much cum as it could manage from his balls. Vulpie shuddered, and Harry hugged her to him as he let her nails dig into his back.

They rode out their orgasms together, until Harry wasn't sure if they were both coming separately or if they were sharing a singular peak, an eternal moment where their bodies melded into one.

When Harry finally regained his senses, he was splayed out on the floor, still plugged into Vulpie, who was letting out slow, shuddering breaths below him. His hand was still gripping her tail, and he could feel a slight stinging emanating from everywhere her nails had broken his skin.

Their bodies were covered in sweat, and Harry couldn't help but drag his tongue up the middle of her chest, loving the salty tang of her sweat on his tongue.

He raised his head and his eyes met Vulpie's. They stared at each other, neither sure of what to say, and Harry leaned forward, giving her a soft, tender kiss on the lips.

When they lips broke apart, Vulpie began to purr. Harry, meanwhile couldn't help but look down at her breasts. They really were perfectly perky little mounds.

“What a base creature you are, Harry.” Vulpie said with no bite in her voice.

Harry's cock twitched inside of her, and the fox flinched. Harry had fucked her back to her senses, in a way, but she was still very much under the moon's influence.

She was randy as hell.

“You will carry me to the bed and make love to me like the respectable heiress that I am!”

Harry chuckled, “Sure thing, Vulpie.”

…

The full moon always felt heavy. Almost as if it could come crashing down onto the earth at any moment, the sky unable to hold it up any longer.

Aurora strolled through the forest. She was in a very remote section, one that was rarely frequented by anyone.

Everyone had different ways of coping with the full moon. Most would coop themselves up inside, treating it as a fever and wrapping themselves up in their beds.

Shui meditated, the absolute madwoman, and she was the only being she'd ever seen who could act serenely under the moon's influence, though Aurora knew that if she ever broke her concentration, she would explode in a towering rage.

Everyone always kept to their own during the full moon, though Aurora had plenty of memories from the war, and she knew how the full moon generally affected most creatures.

Pure, unadulterated bloodlust.

Lady Voldemort had always made sure to take advantage of the full moons. They had been more aggressive, more ruthless, and more powerful.

Their powers were always at their peak during a full moon.

Of course, it wasn't only bloodlust. Full moons were when mating took place.

Aurora shuddered at the thought. Even under the influence of the celestial body, mating had never been a pleasurable experience. She was thankful that she had only been through it once, before the war had broken out.

She came upon a clearing and she took a deep breath, her lungs full of the brisk night air. Her half-moon wings shone while her ebony horn warbled with power that was begging to be unleashed.

Aurora was a warrior, and a proud one at that. She loved the thrill of battle, and she had been right at home in the old days.

Some full moons, she and Amelia would spar out here, in the forest. But tonight, her queen had stayed in, there were whispers, stemming from the acromantula, apparently.

Whispers of some type of danger.

Aurora had informed her queen that she needed to be out there, she needed to seek out this enemy. Her pride as a warrior demanded it.

Amelia had not even hesitated. She had granted her request. They were dragons, after all, it was understood that they could not live like cowards. If Amelia wasn't queen, if she didn't have an oath to uphold, she would have been right out there with her.

Shui did not shirk away from danger, but she was never keen on seeking it out either. She had always been a dragon of a different disposition.

Aurora focused on her senses, trying to find anything unusual.

Crickets, the distant hooting of owls and the sound of them as they took flight. That was all that her sensitive ears could pick up.

She glanced around the clearing, the moon acting as a spotlight that bathed the entire area in bright bluish-white light.

There was nothing but grass in the open clearing. Further out, near where the bushes thickened, there were maybe a few spots of something darker.

No. Wait.

Aurora's eyes narrowed as she tasted the air and felt iron.

She inched ever-so carefully closer, confirming that she was indeed looking at droplets of fresh blood, leading into the bush.

A spark of white shot of from her horn, and a section of the bush that sat between two large trees instantly crumpled away to dust, being blown off by a sudden breeze.

Aurora's eyes widened.

This had been a sight she hadn't seen in over a decade.

A young woman was lying on the ground, eyes empty and cloudy as blood leaked out from her mouth and joined a larger pool under her body.

She was dead. She was barely older than a teenager, and she was a centaur.

The hairs on the back of Aurora's neck stood on end and she instinctively leapt aside and spun around, falling into a fighting stance.

A massive body tackled empty air, gracefully landing on four gigantic paws as its head turned to shoot her a sinister smirk.

“Very well done. Perhaps you wont be such easy prey.”

It was like nothing she'd ever seen before. On all fours, he stood just about Aurora's nine feet in height. He had the face of an elderly man, with wrinkles and scars arranged around a pair of malevolent golden eyes along with sharp eyebrows and a grey beard. The beard connected to a lush mane, and the creature's body was that of a lion, with massive paws sporting thick claws.

Its body was solid and powerful, and at its end, reared back and ready to strike, was the hairy, segmented tail of a scorpion, ending in a stinger that glinted under the moonlight.

All of that was shocking, but what truly left Aurora speechless was the fact that it had spoken.

Males could not speak. They could not reason. They were no more than mindless beasts.

“What are you?” She hissed even as her instincts kicked in. She backed off slightly and began circling, trying to find an angle of attack.

The monster let out a deep, rumbling laughter, “I am not even know to you, child? How far the world has fallen. Tell me. What are you supposed to be?”

“I am a dragon.” Aurora hissed as her ebony horn crackled with power, ready to blast him at a moment's notice.

“A dragon? Bah!” He roared in laughter once more, "You are nothing but a shadow of one, child. An atrophied facsimile.”

“I believe the time for talk has ended.” Aurora hissed.

She rushed at the monster, shooting off a beam of white energy from her horn as she prepared to tackle it.

The monster moved with speed that she was not accustomed to. It zipped out of her way and forced her sideways as her attack exploded against the ground. She saw its stinger flying in her direction from her periphery, and she was forced to dodge as it barely missed her head.

The stinger jabbed at her several more times, with Aurora dancing and dodging before she dug her heels in and took a leap backward to once more create some distance.

The monster twisted on a dime and leapt after her, paws outstretched and ready to swipe at her.

Once more, she was taken aback by its speed. She charged another blast from her horn, striking the creature point blank in the face as she twisted to avoid a swipe from its massive paw.

She was only partially successful. She caught a glancing blow on her left shoulder that spun her out at high speed and sent her crashing against a tree.

Aurora leapt away from the tree and shot off another blast in a wide arch around her, digging a deep, semi-circular trench in the ground.

The beast had not moved. And to her dismay, she saw that her point blank strike had not even phased it.

Meanwhile, her shoulder throbbed in pain as her arm bled. Nothing was broken, but it was heavily bruised.

The monster chuckled darkly, and Aurora raised an eyebrow.

“What’s so amusing?”

“It’s always wonderful, seeing the despair as it begins to set in.”

“Despair?” She questioned as she circled her shoulder around, “Why would I despair?”

“You have felt my power, my agility. You see the difference in power between us.” He smirked as his stinger came forward. A drop of clear liquid dripped from the tip, burning a hole through the ground when it landed. “Not to add to your terror, but one sting from my tail, and you will perish.”

It was Aurora's turn to laugh, “And you think that’ll make me despair? I don’t know how things work where you come from, but what we just did? That’s called feeling out, it's called a warm up.” The dragoness cracked her neck, “My only despair is at finding space for your head on my mantle.”

The monster roared, leaping with such power that the earth below its paws cratered. It barreled towards her at superhuman speeds, claws ready to strike.

But Aurora moved aside gracefully and in one fluid motion struck the beast’s midsection with a kick from one of her powerful legs.

The monster was thrown back but spun in the air and landed on its feet. It leapt at her again, this time angled forward so that its stinger was leading the charge.

Aurora’s horn sparked and she conjured a thin wall of stone. The monster’s stinger pierced through and shattered the stone, but Aurora had already jumped out of its range.

She noted how the point where the stinger had pierced through melted down into nothing before she focused on the rest of the debris. The stones did not fall, instead hovering in the air and turning a bright orange as they began to glow with heat.

The dozen or so bits of superheated rock were vanished towards the monster, which wasn’t able to dodge all of them, and hissed in pain as it was struck.

None of the molten rocks penetrated its hide, but they definitely hurt it.

“You’re less resistant to physical attack than to magic.” Aurora noted.

The monster growled, charging at her, and this time Aurora spread her wings and took flight.

It was the right decision, as this time the stinger shot off a spurt of its mortal acid, which hissed loudly as it ate through the earth below it.

Aurora’s half-moon wings began to glow, and a half-dozen large orbs of pure white light warbled into existence along their span. She softly flapped her wings, and the orbs shot off like cannons in the direction of her opponent.

The beast tried to dodge, but there were too many and they were too fast.

Only one hit, but that was all Aurora needed.

The orb crashed against the monster's shoulder. At first it seemed as if it would fail to do damage as it spun out like the wheels of a motorcycle, creating a plume of smoke as it tried and failed to dig through the resistant hide.

Then, the orb ceased its movement. There was a loud warble, and the ball was suddenly vacuumed up into the air, looking as if it was being sucked up into the moon.

Which was exactly what the magic at work did, focus the entire tidal force of the moon onto a single spot, pulling not just the orb with it, but everything it came into contact with as well.

“GAAAAH!” the beast roared as its entire shoulder joint was torn off, flesh and muscle pulled clean through until there was only bone left. A trail of gore was whisked away towards the sky.

Aurora flattened her body as she turned into a dive, her horn cackling with energy as she prepared to aim an attack at the large, gaping wound she had now opened.

Her opponent took a deep gulp of air. Alarm bells rang off in her head, but it was far too late.

The beast let out a mighty roar, a roar that shook the entire forest and let off a devastating soundwave that hit the dragoness head on, though she managed to right herself so that her body took the brunt of the damage instead of her head.

She was blasted back, sent flying at high speeds until she crashed right through a tree and then skidded through the ground, her body digging a deep trench until she finally slowed down to a stop.

Aurora groaned. Her entire body ached. Her ribs were broken, and there was likely some internal bleeding. She tried to move her wings only to hiss in agony as the nerves and tendons connecting her appendages burned.

She took three deep breaths and then tried to get on her knees.

She saw the stinger flying towards her and rolled over at the last possible moment. The appendage struck a tree behind her, which melted into a pile of goo before her opponent had even retracted his tail.

Aurora got up on wobbly legs as she faced the beast. His entire right arm was dangling uselessly at his side, his ruptured tendons dangling lifelessly out of the cavity her previous attack had dredged up.

“What a troublesome little bitch you've proven to be.” He growled, his voice hoarse, a consequence or his previous attack.

He charged at her again, but much more sluggishly than before, and Aurora stepped back and dodged, her entire body screaming in pain.

Her legs wanted to buckle up under her, her ribs sang with sharp, biting pain, and her wings were not too far behind. The pain on her shoulder from his initial swipe had also chosen this moment to join the symphony of anguish that was her body.

Aurora grinned. She loved this. She missed it. She missed the true heat of battle, the waltz of death.

And what a waltz it was turning out to be. Gone were their sharp, inhuman movements and attacks. They were both wobbling about as the monster charged and Aurora dodged, stumbling clumsily as their bodies reached their limits.

Aurora's horn sparked and she conjured up a heavy circular shield that she held in her battered left arm, along with a longsword that she gripped with her right.

“You think that will protect you?!” The monster hissed as it jabbed with its stinger once more.

Aurora thrust her shield forward, meeting the stinger halfway. The moment it made contact, her shield melted away. Aurora shifted onto her other foot, ignoring the protest from her aching body as she took a wide, powerful swing of her sword.

Her enemy could not jump back, and she stuck him dead in the middle of his neck with the sharp edge of her blade.

The sword cracked and then shattered. Aurora jumped back just as the creature jabbed once more with its tail. She evaded the attack as the stinger barely missed grazing her stomach, but fell onto her bum when she landed, her legs unable to hold her up.

“You thought such a paltry weapon would work on me?” It hobbled towards her, the broken pieces of her sword littering its mane.

Aurora smirked, and the solid metal melted into scalding hot, molten liquid. The beast’s eyes widened as the pool of steel scurried across its neck and back, surging into the gaping wound on its shoulder.

He roared in pain as the molten steel rapidly invaded its body. Aurora guided it, struggling slightly as the monster's hide interfered with her control.

“You fucking-” he tried to renew his charge towards her.

But it was too late, she guided the steel as far up as it would go before using a surge of magic to turn it into a solid mass of sharp spikes.

He trashed and writhed as metal suddenly broke through the hide on his upper chest and neck, blood beginning to rapidly gush down the myriad of wounds.

It was like a switch was flipped, as the monster turned tail and began to hobble away from her with a single-minded desperation.

“To think that such a formidable opponent would turn out to be a coward!” Aurora yelled as she began her pursuit.

Her body was on the verge of shutting down, each step requiring full concentration as all her senses screamed at her to stop.

But she would not stop until her opponent was felled.

What followed was the slowest pursuit of her life, as Aurora hobbler after the monster, which moved on three legs even as more and more blood began to rush from its wounds, leaving a trail of crimson behind it.

She thought of attacking again, but decided it would be better to conserve what little of her energy remained for the final blow.

He was heading back towards where they had first encountered each other. Aurora witnessed the evidence of their battle, deep craters and scorch marks everywhere she looked. She was single-minded, ignoring all the pain she felt as her sole focus lay on slaying this beast.

Then, the monster stopped, reared back on its hind legs and jumped.

It was not graceful, and he fell face first when he landed.

Aurora saw another body next to his. He had come back to the corpse of the young centaur.

She conjured a double-sided spear, made completely of steel. She would aim for its wound and embed the spear into it, then shoot a bolt of lightning that would conduct through its entire body, frying the creature from the inside out.

All she needed were a few more stumbling steps. She felt a wave of dizziness threatening to overtake her, but she easily tamped it down.

Then, the collapsed monster raised its stinger and plunged it down on the centaur's carcass.

What is he doing?

Aurora's eyes widened in horror as, instead of dissolving into nothing, the body began to slowly deflate.

The tail writhed and twitched, a procession of thick knots beginning to travel up from the tip to the base.

No!

She conjured the spear, reared her arm back to throw, but it was already too late.

In mere moments, the creature had sucked the centaur's body completely dry, leaving a desiccated husk, a grotesque display as the poor girl was turned into a deflated pile of flesh.

Aurora released the spear, but it simply bounced off the now fully healed shoulder blade of the smirking creature.

It was as if their entire battle had never happened. Its body was free of scratches and wounds, and she could sense that it was renewed. It thrummed with power as it reared back on its hind legs.

“Well, It seems I have caught my second wind.”

…

“I think I caught my second wind.” Harry joked as slowly sank his cock into Vulpie's quivering pussy from behind.

Second wind was understating it. He had no concept of time, lost completely to his passion, but he knew this was at least their fifth round of fucking.

They were both tired and sore, but they didn't want to stop. And so, Harry's overly sensitive dick bottomed out inside of Vulpie's tender walls.

They were both far too beaten down for a rough, hard fuck, but the slow, languid pace of Harry’s strokes was no less pleasurable.

“Fuck!” Vulpie squealed as Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off the point where his hips bumped into her soft bum. She was bent over, back arched and head turned sideways into the pillow. Her eyes were squeezed shut and nails digging into his bedding as Harry took a deep breath before once more sliding out of her wet vice.

He bit his lip as he savored every small movement as her pussy hugged him. She couldn’t squeeze him as tightly as before, but he could feel her effort as she squeezed her pelvic muscles, wanting to seal him within her cunt.

“Fuck, you feel so damn good Vulpie!” Harry groaned as his hands rested on her pert little asscheeks. They were so perfect, so soft, he wanted to rest his head on them and doze off into a deep sleep.

He pulled out until only his head remained at her entrance, her tail swishing about as he shifted his hips, letting his head circle about against her sensitive inner lips.

“You fucking bastard.” She groaned as she pushed her head into the pillow.

“You’re such a vulgar little fox, for someone who calls herself a princess.” Harry shot back.

He slid his cock back into her, slow and steady and oh so excruciatingly pleasurable that his eyes rolled back.

“S-Shut up.” She shot back, no bite in her words as she let out a shuddering breath as Harry filled her completely once more.

Her tail, twitching and swishing with every stroke, suddenly wrapped around his neck, with the mass of fluff pressing against his face in what must have been her attempt to keep him silent.

Harry took a deep breath and inhaled the mixture of her musk and her natural scent as her soft fur grazed his face, “Ooooh!” he moaned, rubbing his face against her tail as Vulpie wrapped it tighter, until his entire head was being tightly squeezed by her tail.

“Y-You like that? Y-You b-b-ba- Aaaaaah!”

Harry had slipped his thumb inside of her bum, not looking to go too deep but just circling the digit around her rosebud while he continued his slow, sensual strokes.

Harry took in Vulpie's scent with each breath. His head was being enveloped by a soft, fluffy vice that he couldn't get enough of.

The two lovers lost themselves to the rhythm. Vulpie let out gasping mewls that made Harry grind into her that much harder every time he bottomed out in her.

There was always a slight tinge of soreness that somehow heightened their experience, as if their bodies wanted to give up, but their need for each other was just too great, their lust too all-encompassing for them not to carry on.

Harry's cock might be an overly-sensitive mess, but it was still rock hard, and Vulpie's snug pussy was still heavenly.

He felt her body become undone under him, and that was all he needed to surrender to his release. He collapsed on top of her even as he was still twitching inside of her, his cock just barely producing a few droplets of seed by this point.

They rolled over, with Harry wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close as Vulpie's tail uncurled from his head, though it stayed wrapped snugly around his upper body.

Harry barely registered as his hand tugged the sheet over them. He pressed his face against the back of her head and brushed his lips against her neck.

“I love you.”

He just blurted it out. His heart skipped as he realized what he'd said, and he became nervous when she immediately responded with a gasp.

“I love you.” She said. Not in her usual snooty, imperious tone, but in a soft, meek voice that made his heart soar.

They burrowed into each other, and faster than he would have expected, their breathing evened out as the realm of dreams ushered them into its embrace.

…

“GAH!”

A spray of blood escaped Aurora's mouth as a heavy paw stomped on her stomach.

She was battered and beaten. She couldn't move a muscle even if she wanted to. Her opponent stood over her, a malevolent grin on its hideous, gnarled face.

She had lost.

The monster stared at her with those golden eyes, and Aurora glared right back up at him.

“What? Nothing to say, little lizard?”

He removed his paw from her stomach, allowing her an agonizing but free breath as she prepared herself for her fate.

“What is there for me to say? I have been defeated. Now, you will take my life.”

Its head tilted to the side as it looked at her with something akin to curiosity. “And does that not terrify you? Does it not fill you up with overwhelming dread?”

Aurora scoffed, an act which flared up the overwhelming agony she felt all over.

The monster's tail hung over her like the executioner's axe, ready to end her life at a moment's notice.

“Fear death? That is for weaklings. I am a warrior, there is nothing more honorable that dying in battle.”

She just hoped that her body would be found, so that she could be given the proper burial rites. If it were any other opponent, she would ask them to leave her body intact, but she knew that this creature would not respect her wishes.

“Honour? What a ridiculous notion, you silly girl!” He spat. “Honour is just a silly fantasy that you foolish creatures use to justify your acts of violence. No, there is no such thing as honour! There is only life and death, and the very thin veil that separates them!”

“Are you going to strike me down? Or do you expect my brain to hemorrhage from being subjected to your ramblings?”

He growled, raising his front paw up, high enough that Aurora got a final glimpse of the moon.

She thanked the moon goddess for the life she had led, she thanked her for allowing her to die in with her pride intact.

She only hoped that Amelia would eviscerate this bastard before he did any more damage to the forest she had sworn to protect.

Its paw swooped down and time stopped. Aurora braced herself, ready to meet her comrades from the war, ready to become one with mother magic.

Its paw slammed down inches from her head, and she let out a screech of pure agony as her horn was crushed underfoot, leaving nothing but a jagged stump on the side of her head.

The creature chuckled as it dug its paws into the earth, grinding her horn until it was naught but a cloud of dust.

“You will not die tonight, woman. You will instead send a message to your people. You will let them know that from this day, terror reigns in this forest. From this day forth, none is safe from the wrath of the manticore.”

Aurora cursed as the creature leapt away, its footfalls quickly fading as she was left alone, broken and humiliated.

High above in the sky, the moon began to fade as the sun slowly rose.