Aftermath: Huntress

Liandra turned her back on her people, her family, her duties, and even on Snows last words.

She continued to live in the hunter lodge, and survived in the woods. She had game enough to survive, and seven years passed before she found another soul. It just so happens this soul was forlorn and corrupt, a demon spawn brought to Luxius by "Queen Liandra"´s corrupt rule.

Liandra did notice the forest had been awfully quiet that day, but was unprepared for the monster that faced her. A seven foot ape with bat like wings and a wolfish head, the demon charged her out of nowhere, and only her huntress honed reflex allowed her to survive the first strike. She fought bravely with what steel she had, but it broke on his skin. She raked his eyes and stabbed each tendon she could see, but the unworldly strength wasn't something she could beat.

"Submit" the creature had her pined under his strong arms, and she did let go of her puny dagger.

"I was told to kill a human princess, Liandra" her name sounded blasphemous in his mouth, and even if she didn't want to die, Liandra admitted it was her.

"You are, but you aren't. There is something of a wolf in you" She spat on his face, which earned her a slap across her face. She knew with his strength he could have ripped her head off, the painful bruise was a kindness.

It was too late for struggle, and still she did it. The creature put her on all fours, manhandling her with ease,she only stopped when she felt the wolf snout resting against her neck, sniffing the excited pheromones she was spraying in the air. Long buried dreams of her being ravished by her Wolfish teacher, Snow, came crashing at her, and she took some comfort that if she was going to die, at least she would have one dream made true.

It didn't matter how often in those seven years she masturbated with large dildos, nor how excited she was to finally be bred, she was inexperienced and fearful, and her cunt was tight as a virgin. The demon took great pleasure in stretching her around his cock, mounting her like a dog would, Liandra found how foreplay was no match to the real thing. She screamed her pain and suffering, she screamed her orgasm and bliss. She did both for the rest of her life, three days and four nights.

She woke in the Abyss, her soul claimed by her fell first, but she wasn't prey there. She became one of his pack, inheriting his bat like wings and his lusty predator appetite. For centuries she would plague the Kingdom she once loved, until no one else could remember her name and interrupt her eternity of feast and orgy.