With as many advantages as I can muster.

Cuanne was a powerful opponent, even if she was far weaker than the Warmaiden. I had come to realize that many of my earlier successes had been some combination of dumb luck and youthful vigor. And those were useful tools, but not something to rely on.

And so I prepared myself for Lochra, utilizing subterfuge, ambush, and a degree of ****.

Cuanne expected her in less than an hour, perhaps as few as thirty minutes, and I resolved to use that time well.

The **** was quickest to manage, and least enjoyable. I bled myself into pots, to create a weapon that wouldn’t require gouging myself.

Next, more pleasantly, I finished my business with Cuanne. I had kept her largely still during my preparations, keeping a hand on her or around her to prevent her escape.

That, and because she was pleasant to hold. She was warmer than normal, like a tiny campfire, and keeping her close kept me hard and ready. She was uncomfortable with my cock pressing against her back, but too stoic to give that voice. I set aside a third pot, feeling a bit lightheaded, and closed my cut wrist. My reserves diminished, healing me and replenishing my blood, and I wrapped my arms around Cuanne. She squirmed a little before the compulsion **** her still.

"You feel great." I said idly, her wolf ears tickling my chin.

"You disgust me." She replied candidly. "You're more ugly than most men. Nothing soft or elegant about you."

"Well. I am more than most men." I said, lifting her up. I sat her on my cock, the throbbing member reaching to the top of her stomach. I reached down and ran my fingers through the silver hair on her mound. She grabbed my wrist, as if to pull my arm away, but there was no strength in the grip. "I'll give you a choice here."

"Let me go, leave Lochra be, and let us live in peace."

"Not that sort of choice." I said, rubbing her clit. I watched her nipples slowly harden, responding physically despite her mind or preference. "I could fuck you again, fill you again, or you could suck my cock."

"What difference does it make?" Cuanne said, looking up at me.

"Let's just say I'm curious." I gave a little thrust, my massive cock bouncing against her abs. "Choose. It might be the last choice you ever make."

". . .Then I'll suck it." Cuanne said. I let her go and watched as she adjusted herself and turned to face me. She looked at my cock for a moment, frowning, and then she smiled. Her fangs flashed and for a moment I felt my balls shrivel. Then I let out a sigh of relief and a chuckle.

I could feel the warmth of her small mouth and the tightness if it, and the slight pressure of her fangs. Perhaps she thought momentum might work through the compulsion, or perhaps she just wanted to make her defiance known.

I could respect that. I could understand it.

I could look inwards and find that very instinct inside me. That need to fight or break, but never run.

I had ran twice now, and despite the corruption and sin I'd left in my wake, it was for those two events alone that I hated myself. It was for those two events alone that I regretted. The what-if's hounded me, and I couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, things could have been different.

Maybe, had I not chosen to run, I could have beaten the Warmaiden.

It was a stupid thought; running had been the most logical, safest, and best option. And I hated it.

Perhaps that was the origin of my obsession with that red-haired beauty, the reason she haunted my nights. By forcing me to run, she had stolen something precious from me; something deeper than pride or control. Something that lay in the heart of my soul, mirrored before me in this small, but fierce, warrior-woman.

She had no ability, or desire, to suck my cock and it showed in how terrible the blowjob was. She alternated between putting it in her mouth, and simply licking the tip. But, that was okay. I was already pretty wound up, and the feeling of power, domination, and immorality was more than enough to tip me over the edge.

I reached out and stroked her silver hair, speckled with blood and urine, and held her down as I came. Her cheeks bulged and her nose wrinkled in disgust. I thumbed the ridged scars on her face, waiting for her to fall under my sway, and thought on the remainder of my prep-work.

I gave my orders and set Cuanne to her work. She would be honing her axe in the front lawn, looking for all the world like a woman who'd just won a bloody fight. If the first stage of my plan worked, then I'd be able to seize Lochra in an instant. I entered their little home and climbed the stairs, working myself towards another cumshot.