A Feast Fit For A King

Rungec spent the next few minutes cutting and carving before throwing one of the large 500 pound back legs on his shoulder one handed without so much as a grunt or a sign of strain. From The Shreevok's enormous leg hung an improvised net made from The Shreevok's mane containing a number of choice cuts and a few of it's organs after all Rungec was no longer on this journey alone and his new bound-mate needed to be fed.

As Rungec walked onward through the parched desert on the other side of the small forest with his pet crawling behind him, He paused briefly when he came to a group of three large dark trees growing in a perfect triangle with the tree that would have been the point of the triangle being half as tall as the two behind it. The leaves of the trees were white as snow and shimmered like some sort of otherworldly metal. Rungec placed The Shreevok's heart on the small incense-laden altar in front of the trees then bowed his head as his bound-mate who was still following him on her hands and knees cowered behind him. After several moments of quiet reflection, Rungec tugged on his ****'s leash causing her to moan before following him as they continued on their way.

As Rungec and his bound-mate passed, A mysterious figure slowly stepped from the strange triangular confines of the small grove of trees. The figure was a tall, supernaturally alluring Woman with an enormous set of ram's horns along with several brightly-colored feathers and thin strands of gold thread woven into her long white hair, blue lips, hoofed feet, and rune covered tree roots sprouting from her legs. Everywhere she stepped blue and gold-tinted grass burst forth from The Sun Scorched Earth. The figure languidly sauntered toward Rungec and the naked woman crawling beside him with Inhuman Grace and Serene Nobility, Her large breasts bounced exquisitely as she walked. As the figure approached she reached toward Rungec with her pale trembling hand...

Just when it looked like she was going to touch his shoulder, Rungec stopped and turned but the woman along with the odd grove of trees were gone... The only signs of her presence left were the small growths of grass that had grown in her footfalls from the parched ground. Rungec smiled sadly and continued walking as a low mournful whisper rose in the wind.

Rungec and his new pet eventually came to a large forest on the other side of which were the rich, fertile grasslands that surrounded The City of Falkirk but only about a mile and a half into the forest Rungec's instincts took over and he stopped. Rungec crouched down on one knee and placed his hand to the ground and focused his senses... He could sense a small encampment several hundred yards ahead of them. He inhaled the air and shivered lustily... They were all Women, Approximately twelve of them... No fifteen of them.

As they made their way toward the camp night began to fall but Rungec barely even noticed. Night and day were indistinguishable to his eyes, The slightest movement However small screamed for his attention... Every creature around him stood out as a mass of sound, heat, and electrical activity surrounded by clouds of volatile chemical compounds (Scent). Those incredible eyes of his allowed Rungec to selectively see through many different types of matter as though they were invisible or translucent, around corners, and observe the inner workings of the central nervous system and even the flow of blood through the body of his prey. That was just his eyes, His other senses also possessed a far greater range than those of his prey.

As he peered in the direction of his prey... His eyes dilated and the distance between them vanished in an instant, It was like he was standing in camp with them. When he saw who was in control of the camp he hissed venomously and a low, deep rumble issued forth from his throat frightening his ****. After a minute of watching, Rungec blinked and his eye returned to normal then he bent down and patted Lara on the head to comfort her.

About fifty yards from the camp Rungec stopped and spoke to his pet, "Wait Here For Me!"

Lara clung to her Master not wanting to leave his side for even a second.

"I SAID, Wait Here!," Rungec commanded in a dominant yet soothing tone pushing his devoted **** away from where he stood.

Lara cowered on the ground sobbing at her Master's rejection... When Rungec saw her crying face his expression softened and he was uncharacteristically warm as he spoke, "It's alright, I'm not angry with You. There's No need for You to be scared. Now do as I ask and wait here for me and I will call you when it is safe for you to come and meet YOUR New Sisters."

"SISTERS!," Lara exclaimed giddily, nodding and then blushed. After his reassurance he gave her a kiss on the forehead and proceeded on ahead.

Rungec was mere steps away from a literal smorgasbord of delectable Female flesh and his mouth watered at the thought of so many Women delirious with lust and worshipping his cock. Rungec fought to control his predatory nature. Rungec had learned young like all Younglings must that denying the hunger didn't work because it had it's ways... Some subtle and some not so subtle, and when enticing didn't work it would simply take what it wanted with or without consent almost as if it were an independent living thing that Rungec and his people were bound to which is why many among them called it "The Lurker At The Threshold" because it was always there barely noticeable at the edge of consciousness watching and waiting. It is a truly frightening thing to find oneself locked away inside their own body, helpless to do or say anything in protest while being **** to watch as your body acts of its own accord to take what it needs to survive but while the hunger was impossible to control Rungec had learned to manage it to a degree that few among his people ever did and so he waited and watched savoring the coming feast.

As Rungec watched the camp the storm building inside him continued to increase toward explosive proportions. His hunger had been completely pushed aside by the one thing that Rungec and his people possessed that was stronger than The Hunger and that was The Rage that came with it. The Rasch or Rage was a primal destructive **** indifferent to concepts of friend or foe and Rungec and his people tried to keep a tight rein on it but it would not be denied it's due when awoken from it's slumber.

The reason for his anger was that the small encampment only 3 miles from the main gates of Falkirk was controlled by Acraen tradesmen and he despised Acraens with a passion.

Acrae is a warm, tropical country located to the south of Estara and ruled by The Order of Saint Victoria, The largest sect of The Church of Saeletra. The Women there are nearly as beautiful as The Estarans but belonging to a Largely Theocratic Society most Acraeans are either Acolytes, Priestesses, Sisters, or Sisters In Waiting and as such tend to cover their bodies out of some antiquated notion of modesty which Rungec found offensive and unnatural.

The Sisters of The Order spent their days devoting themselves to the precept that they can attain an enlightened or transcendent state through sexual pleasure, and as such spend most of their time engaged in sexual acts with their fellow acolytes. The idea of sexual pleasure as a way to become closer to their Gods is not what angered Rungec so... For what could be more Divine than the act of sharing yourself with another wholly and completely without restraint or embarrassment in a way that words simply failed to convey or even grasp.

No, Their crime was much worse... The ignorance of their own nature. The worst crime imaginable for Rungec... What could be worse than a Sheep that believes itself to be a Wolf?

Men in Acrae, much like in Estara, were little more than tools for labor and objects for breeding, and as such were not allowed to take part in the pursuit of Enlightenment which was fine. Men in general are not concerned with such lofty ideals as Enlightenment, Men by nature are more practical and more concerned with the day to day struggles of survival and the needs of the moment...

At least that was how it had been until they gave over their destiny to The Women they were meant to Dominate and Control. It was sickening but still Rungec bore no malice toward Women simply for being Women as they did Men for being Men... Instead Rungec believed that it is wrong to despise a creature for simply following it's nature and at their core all Women wanted to be Enslaved under the heel of a strong Man but their Goddesses had taught them that that desire was wrong even as they themselves gave over their bodies to Men for their pleasure. So Women suppressed their inherently submissive nature and used their greater numbers and greater intelligence to become The Master instead of The Slaves they secretly longed to be.

Acrae is currently ruled by The Archprophetess Jocasta, A cold-hearted tyrant who advocates the use of Ástardrykkur ("Aphrodisiac"), A highly-addictive narcotic with libido-stimulating properties in Men used to keep Male slaves in a compliant and horny daze. Archprophetess Jocasta also advocates the punishment of Males through castration (Gelding) should they become unruly or show signs of developing an immunity to The Ástardrykkur which occurs after prolonged use in about 10% of the Male population. Rungec had never met or laid eyes on her but he had an intense hatred towards her nonetheless. However, With Atmor and Estara under his control Acrae would be next to succumb to his appetite and feed his people for millennia to come but he had no intention of stopping there. After all, The world was full of Women and they all demeaned Men to some extent so why stop at just a few of "The Sinners" (The Horde's collective name for Women, Believing as Rungec does that the greatest sin one can commit is against themselves by not embracing and reveling in their true nature).

So you see Rungec's animosity toward Acraen Women and their crimes against Men is more than understandable. The camp consisted of five Acraen slavers and ten Ushyean slaves on there way to be sold to The Estarans. The remarkable thing about the Ushyean slaves was not that they were on their way to the heart of Estara to be sold into slavery... No, The amazing thing was that the slaves were Women Not Men which was unusual to say the least.

For the more sensitive or delicate tasks The Estarans would rather rely on subjugated Female savages than a Man.

Ushye is a largely unexplored country far to the southwest of Estara and is under tribal rule with no single government, but rather many individual tribal lands. Rungec had great respect for the Ushyeans who lived a Simple Quasi-Agrarian Tribal-Based Hunter-Gatherer existence with Men and Women living together as it should have always been. The rest of The World... Meaning the so-called "Civilized Nations" regarded Ushyean Women as savages, only a few steps up from being as bad as Men. Rungec snorted thinking about it because while Ushyean Women appeared small and delicate with their long elaborately braided blood red hair, sparkling emerald eyes, and deceptively strong limbs they were as fearless and dangerous as their much larger and more muscular Male counterparts if not more so and they were naturally incredibly intelligent not that The Estarans could see them as anything other than ignorant brutes.

Rungec had encountered a Ushyean Woman once before when he was much younger and during his attempt to bond with her she killed herself without hesitation when she felt her mind slipping away rather than submit. A willingness to end one's own life on one's own terms rather than allow another to dictate the course that life should take is a quality to be respected and admired, and Rungec did but he had grown stronger since then and so had his hunger. Rungec wasn't even actively using his telepathy but he could feel all of those minds calling out to him... **** to give over control to a strong cock. Rungec couldn't wait to sip and sup and dine on those fifteen eager minds and exquisitely curvaceous bodies.

And Dine He Would...