Broken Promises (Aztec/Mature)

[Heimdall]

Warning:  This thread contains violence and forced breeding. 

He smiled when she backed away like a spooked animal. "So wound up, aren't you?" She was jumpy and it only entertained him while his brain shifted through the possible scenarios. She placed herself In danger without even realizing she had trusted him to be a gentleman. Soon she would regret it.

"A simple touch and you're ready to run. Your brother has made you so scared of the world. But there are scary things, little gem. I'm one of them." His vivid green eyes burned brightly as he locked his gaze upon her and stepped closer. She asked what he wanted and he would show her. "I want...you." Predatory senses heightened as he flung off every shred of honor he may have cloaked himself in. This desire was not the kind little pups dreamed of, love and family. He wanted her in a different way and he would have it.

"Fight if you dare, it won't go well for you if you do. I promise." His voice rasped dangerously and a cruel smile showed of sharp teeth that have taken more than one life. He didn't want to kill her, she was too pretty and he hated having to destroy new toys. But If she kept proving difficult then he would do what needed to be done. 

He wouldn't leap towards her, that left him open for allowing a prime escape route for her to dart by while he was in midair. He meant to press her in, block off escape as best as he could. Let her feel small and terrified. "Come now little gem. Let me thank you properly for all the kindness you've shown me." Smirking at her, his scarred body crept closer waiting to see what exactly she planned doing to try and avoid what her brother probably tried to warn her about. 

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Bad Heim..poor Tec...

[Aztec]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]The fear in her gaze sharpened with every word that dropped from his repulsive muzzle. But she would never let that rule her, she never should have trusted the male, should never have opened her heart to his plight. He probably lied about his lost pack and sister. Did that mean every thing he said was a lie? Probably. That thought invoked pure anger, glittering optics of oceanic green harden as they narrowed, glaring at the bigger brute, lips pulling back to reveal the length of ivory beneath. "You aren't worthy of that honor, to have wasted my time an sympathy on something as foul as you?" Her voice was filled with disgust. So swiftly did her opinion of him change, but that was probably due to the feeling she had held deep in the pit of her stomach from the first moment she'd laid eyes on him. She had pushed the feeling aside giving the other the benefit of the doubt only to be betrayed when she had at last let her guard down.

Argent?! What do I do??? Her mind cried out racing over what she could possibly do to escape. She had been to confident in the fact that she knew this place so well, but she had not positioned herself in a good place. Even now the fearsome creature closed in on her, his hateful voice filling the space between them causing her stomach to churn in revulsion. "Do you think I'm just gonna submit to a despicable creature such as you?" She bit out snarling at him. The moment he inched closer she twisted around lunging for the small opening at her back, if she could just twist and push swiftly enough she could break free and run. Oh how she wished she knew how to fight, had listened to all those warnings her brother had pelted her with. But she'd been arrogant, much to confident in her instincts, to the point where she ignored what her internal voice was telling her about this creature. Her focus had been solely on proving to her brother that she was good enough to still be his sister, someone he could take pride in. In the end she was just proving her fears to be true. Worthless and constantly in trouble, and now there was no Argent here to save her. She was alone with a monster and it was all her fault!

Even as she lunged that fear she had sworn wouldn't hold her down caused her paws to tangle in their haste, the inborn grace on a skillful hunt seemed to fade in the face of the growing fear of what was to come. "NO!!!!!!" She screamed out as her form tumbled against the escape routes opening, paws scrambled for purchase. So close.....so close....

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[Heimdall]

Her rage only fueled his excitement. "Is that all you have for me? Trying to make me upset or apologize by flinging words at me. Oh you'll have to work a lot harder than that, little gem." He was at least expecting a snap towards him here and there but she seemed more concerned about getting away. "No don't submit, it could make things more fun." He taunted her, it really didn't matter in the long run. He would win, he never doubted it for a minute. A evil smirk stayed fixed on his face which seemed to only highlight the scars on his face. 

Twisting that little form of hers from his touch, Heimdall let out a triumphant bark once her back was turned. Perfect. Launching off the ground He opened his mouth to snap ideally at the scruff of her neck and manage to wrestle her down due to his weight and stronger body. But if she still wriggled and kicked, however frantically she wished, Heimdall just wanted to play along. Give her hope then crush it. 

Clenching his teeth hard to hold her steady from whatever part of her he managed to catch, he managed another smile. It seemed the only time he was happy was when there a fight or some terror-struck animal forced to obey his wishes. Yes sick and twisted, whatever you wanted to call it, it was all a game. 

"You're such a pretty girl. I'd hate to ruin that. But you may make it so I have no choice." He spoke carefully but deliberately, he was enjoying this way too much as Hel would say. But she was just as twisted as he was in many ways. She just didn't seem to have the need for toys like he did. 

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He has a sick of humor....

[Aztec]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]"I wouldn't waste the effort on scum, let alone something lower on the food chain then that." She snapped out at him, Aztec didn't care what he felt. To her he was merely a monster incapable of emotion, and she wished with every fiber of her being, that she had the skill and knowledge to remove his blighted form from existence. Unfortunately she was a failure in every aspect of life save one. Hunting. It was the only reference she had to go on, the way he stalked her reminded her of a predator stalking its prey. The comparison allowed her mind and body to coincide giving her the knowledge to counter his lunge. Rolling from her side onto her back where she had tumble against the rough wood, those frantically scrambling paws only found purchase against the softness of the brutes belly as his grinning muzzle snapped at her throat. Fore paws braced at his chest desperately as her lips curled back snarling at him.

There was no way she would be able to hold up against him for long, while they were the same height he was muscle bound. Her own form held longer sleeker muscles designed for speed rather then brute strength. Her desperate mind sought some way to break free. But even she knew there wasn't anyway to escape what was surely going to happen. The anger, the fear, the pure hopelessness, the desperation to prevent the inevitable drove her to attack him with everything she had. Hind paws scratching, clawing at that vulnerable underbelly. Fore paws shook with the effort to hold him away from her, even now she knew they would fail her at any given moment forcing her to succumb. "I'd rather be dead then give you what you want!!" She shouted at him boldly.

"ARGENT!!!! Help!!! Somebody please!!" Her voice broke even as she howled for help. Limbs tremble beneath his superior weight, there was only one thing she could think of, he may truly kill her, but she wouldn't allow him to leave unscathed. Those scars on his face took on a whole new meaning to her, he was no honorable warrior, those scars most likely came from others such as she, who had fallen for his web of lies. How many of them survived the ordeal?

Ears pinned back against her skull, a look of deadly hatred glittered in those cold oceanic depths. Her mind quieted for a moment, her resolve settled, he would kill her, this was the end but he would never forget her she would see to it! With every last bit of strength she had she pushed hopefully dislodging or unbalancing him enough for her to attack. From her inferior position and clumsy unskilled moves she would only be able to try and close her fangs on his ear her intent was to shred it or rip it. Maybe if she caused enough pain with the move she could break free and run. It was a tiny hope, but hope none the less.

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[Heimdall]

She had spirit but that could very well broken in time. He had to give her credit for trying to out smart him and fight him off after all he would be a liar if he said that the kicking into that soft dirty white belly didn't strike him as a bothersome obstacle. But then again he was good at lying. Snapping at her neck and chest with every kick she landed on him, Heimdall tried to bear down on her so she couldn't make her kicks so powerful. Its amazing what panic can accomplish one of her attempts actually hit him hard enough to make his stomach revolt and lose his sure grip over her and those prickly teeth started shredding his ear. The loose earth started to shift under him and he started to scramble. Since his weight shifted he started to rely in his teeth more.

A blood curdling snarl escaped from his tongue as she spat her determined insult at him. "Don't tempt me, wench!" Wrestling with her was a surge of adrenaline but that mouth was getting irritating. "There's no one to hear such pitiful cries. Even if one should come just know you'll be responsible for their deaths." He wasn't in a merciful mood and being interrupted would surely incur his full wrath on whatever idiot tried to intervene. "Would you like your brothers life to end because of your pathetic screaming? I can arrange that." Flashing ivory teeth and strong limbs kept their tempo to try and pin her down, he would do all he could to make sure she couldn't run off. Even if she did, he would chase her down and take what was his. 

Now having a name to put with this previously nameless brother of hers, he would certainly like to find this male and share this moment with him. If he wanted her to be safe from monsters then he should have taught her how to protect herself instead of being hidden behind him. This was really both of the siblings fault. Heimdall was only showing them the error of their ways. 

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[Aztec]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]The taste of blood filled her mouth, normally she took no pleasure in that metallic like flavor, it's coppery notes never sat pleasantly on her tastebuds. Still there was an immense satisfaction that filled her soul at the rush of the warm thick liquid. She wounded him, in the form of a shredded ear, it wasn't nearly enough to give her freedom as his attack focused on fangs. The fear caused her heart to shudder even as his jaws closed on her throat. Instantly, instinctively, Aztec froze. Despite having accepted deaths willing embrace she still harbored a small hope for life. To see her brother one last time, if only to say she was sorry. For everything.

Chest heaved in heavy gasping breaths as she glared her hatred at the brute who now held her captive. "My brother would rip you apart, after all pathetic pups like you are dime a dozen." It didn't matter that his ivories were locked around her throat, she still threw insults his way, her lips and muzzle stained with his blood that even now dripped onto her coat from his.

She knew out of a sense of honor Argent would defend her to his last breath, and Sirhaan was right his blood would be on her paws. But she would never let the evil brute know just how close to home those words hit. So instead she flung insults at him. "Aww did the big bad puddy cat get a booboo? Tsk tsk, little skunk, you should run along and find that 'pack' of yours. I'm sure they'll be glad to patch you up." She grinned, it was humorless, merely a stretching of her lips. Those depths of the ocean were as cold as the sea itself, fathomless and empty. Never again would she trust another, help another, not for a lack of desire. But she was absolutely convinced her time had come. It shamed her that she feared her death so much that she had stopped fighting in hopes that maybe she would survive his bloodlust. Did she want to live? Did she want to die? Even she could not make sense of the jumble of thoughts and emotions that raced through her mind and heart, not that she really had time to contemplate beyond the soulless eyes that stared down at her.

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[Heimdall]

The stupid thing just did not know when to shut up, did she? Even with his jaws around her neck she spat threats and sarcasm at him. Keeping his teeth on her throat he managed to speak in a muffled sort of way. "No wonder your brother kept you so sheltered, he realized how daft you really are. Cant manage to figure out when shutting up is the best idea." 

Her mocking of course did not improve his mood but then again she was too proud of this brother who wasn't even around. Her trust in him was obviously misplaced but she couldn't see it. "I don't need it patched up. Ill remember you and I'll see to it that you remember me." Tensing his muscles, he began to position over her as he tugged her torso up and over. Manipulating a wolf equal to his size like this would be difficult, brute strength didn't completely make up for the fact she certainly wasn't happy about what was going to happen to her. 

Glittering green gems watched her carefully. She could fight, probably would was he guess. After all she didn't seem to grasp how her life hung in the balance right now. "You could have liked this once, but too late for that now." If he had a heart he would feel bad for this, for every life he took and ruined but that didn't register for him. This was how he lived life. Chalk it up to how he was raised to be tough as possible but even his own birth pack exiled him due to that stupid upstart that just had to take a cheap shot in a mere spar. He was made of stone. He'd show her. 

Aztec

[Aztec]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]When he started to haul and shove, yanking on her scruff with effort, trying to get her into her belly Aztec. The female twisted struggling to remain on her back and side, it didn't matter how his fangs were biting through fur to the tender flesh beneath. She wasn't just going to allow this to happen meekly. To would fight him until her last breath. Twisting her head around and pushing against him she tried to close those blood and salvia smeared victories on his fur and flesh, whatever she could reach. Her words were a vicious snarl as she snapped continuously at him. "You'll remember me long after I forget your hideous face."

Twins pinned against her skull, eyes filled with a cold fury as she glared at him. "So arrogant, to think I would have liked this from you at any point. Foul brute, still reeking of salt and failure." Why did she continue to push him? The crazed look in his eyes terrified her, the fangs bitting into her throat threatening to end her existence in a matter of seconds. But still her mouth reacted before her brain could prevent it. One of the many things about her that frustrated her brother. Her lack of thought before she said or did something.

The weight of the brute, his superior strength, pushed her to her limit and beyond. With a cry of broken rage, those legs bracing him away from her gave out. The way his body slammed against hers at the unexpected move left her gasping for break. The pain was enormous as her flesh pulled and threatened to rip, jaws clamped shut tightly to hold in the yelp that attempted to break free. She would not give him the satisfaction of begging, would not give him her tears and cries of pain. There was no way to get away, no one to save her. The overwhelming truth broke over her like an ice cold wave. She was completely alone, and no one cared.

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Heimdall

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[Heimdall]

For someone who was trying to convince herself so hard that he would be forgotten so easily, Heimdall knew it would likely be the other way around. He had already forgotten faces of his other toys, lost count of his scars and how he got each one. If he guessed correctly no one had ever treated her like this before and he wasn't even done yet. 

Pulling, twisting against her attempts to remain upright, Heimdall had no words for her. Obviously she would not be shutting up any time soon and talking to her was getting rather dull since, at least to him, the conversation was beginning to circle. All it was made of was: threat, insult, insult, threat. And how boring was that! He would prove her wrong with his actions, they always say they speak louder than words anyway. 

Finally her legs seemed to give out from beneath her and Heimdall bit down as a warning she had better not move. But he was half expecting her too anyway, she wasn't cooperating so far so why start now?

Still he made use of what time he did have. Quickly taking up his position as he further pushed her form around to get where he really wanted, Heimdall felt a surge of excitement. She made this harder than it needed to be and for what? For the sake of her pride? Well that didn't really pan out, did it?

There was no gentleness in what he did to her. It was purely self-serving with no care as to what she may have felt. He was right, she never had a male before and that only illuminated his victory. Imprisoning her with teeth and limb as he took what he saw as belonging to him, Heimdall let complete desire control him. Sweet spoils of the victor.

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[Aztec]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Just because his fangs gripped tighter on her scruff did not mean the female would fight him any less. Constantly shifting her rear end despite the weight pinning her form attempting to completely immobilized her. That jaw clenched tightly the instant he got the upper paw, penetrating her in the most vile, intimate way. The tears of pain and horror threatened to fill her eyes, despite her best to keep them at bay. She struggled to hold on to her anger, to shove those tears, that would betray her, to the side. Aztec put the whole of her willpower into fighting to keep them from falling, she would never ever give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry, hearing the whimper that filled her throat. He wasn't worth that from her. Instead she would lock her gaze on the rough earth that lay before her and sent her mind elsewhere. Filling her thoughts with better times and better places, somewhere where laughter existed and the horrible disgusting act the foul brute committed on her body did not.

Those twins were pinned against her head so tightly that it wasn't a far fetched thought to wonder if they'd ever stand upright again. In her mind, thrown so far away, she ran along side Argent and their cousins, across the spring warmed fields of Yellowstone Park. It was the memory of their last hunt together, the smell of fear that filled her twitching nose wasn't her own but that of the elderly elk they had separated from the herd. In her minds eye she sought the joy and excitement in her brother's voice as he and his warrior brethren provided back up for her and the other hunters. It had been a large bull elk, the kind that would last for days and even the lowest ranks of the pack would be able to feast unhindered.

Still reality would be denied and all to soon her mind was forced back to the present and to bastard who took from her the innocence she had kept protect until she found a male who loved her as much as she would love him. But now she was spoiled goods now. What wolf would want her now? Jaws clenched as the hatred poured through her.

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Heimdall

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[Heimdall]

There was something thrilling about forcing another to do your will. The fact she wanted his miserable little life to be over, that was a minor detail. His body devoured hers with every motion he made, wishing to draw out his victory however long he could. Pent up energies urged him onward and power drummed within him, this was his reward from the gods for surviving the fire and the ocean. He couldn't think of a better one. For not truly being religious, unlike most of his pack, he liked the thought of the gods having a hand in this. Odd.

Relishing the completion of his deed, he stiffened his stance and let the feeling of true invasion of her wash over him. "Was that so bad?" He mocked, sure she would have some biting remark most likely but she still couldn't take this triumph away from him now. Maybe she would run and tell her precious brother about this monster and Heimdall's fame would already begin to spread from the first day he stepped foot on this island, of course under a false name. What did he say it was again? He had nearly forgotten but if this somehow tried to haunt him the ghosts would not know who to look for. Sirhaan would die to him as soon as he would part ways with this wench. But she would have to deal with it for the rest of her life no matter how much she claimed to be able to forget this moment. 

Still he didn't back off from her, she would dampen the moment if she tried anything so shortly after such a beautiful moment. The taste of her scruff in his mouth was mixed with his own scent just like every inch of her back, he wondered how long it would take for his musk to dissipate from her body. Hopefully quite some time. 

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[Aztec]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]"Your finished? You must be the size of a pup, I hardly felt a thing!" She snorted at him in disgust. "At least I know now why you have to force females, with what you lack it would be impossible to keep a mate happy." Shaking her head as much as his grip on her scruff allowed she'd laugh at him, mocking him. "Poor little fool, so easily forgotten. If you managed to plant helps in my belly with that sorry excuse for a mating you just preformed I'll be sure to kill them gleefully. Your blood line doesn't deserve to be carried on, such a weak lineages only right is to shrivel and die, much like that wimpy excuse of an appendage you dangle so proudly between your legs." Aztec was fully aware that her words could cause him to kill her. But she didn't care anymore, Argent would never willingly save soiled goods. And she only knew one other, the alpha aside, within Airila, and Anima was ripe with pups. Even if her fellow huntress wanted to she wouldn't be able to come. It was all her fault really, for distancing herself, avoiding the pack as a whole because she felt unworthy of the family and happiness they offered.

She would cast a bored look at him. "Get off me mutt, before you contaminate what you could never truly have, worm." The act was over, all he did was stand there basking in his own twisted sense of pleasure as if he'd done something worth being proud of. Bike filled her mouth though it was quickly swallowed. The very scent of him was enough to turn her stomach, never mind the sound of his voice or the feel of his body pressing down on her.

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[Heimdall]

She just couldn't stop that wagging tongue of hers. How he wished he could just rip it out and never hear that screeching noise again. But even if he did she would still try because she was apparently to stupid to not realize when enough was enough.

"Oh is it really?" He growled, "I can hear the screams of my other toys loud and clear as when I first took them. That tongue can't fool me with your lies. What would your brother think, I wonder? Amazing how you worship him. But now it makes sense. You want your brother and no one else to be back here."

Anger surged beneath his skin. She was becoming more trouble than she was worth. He didn't want to keep her around, perhaps her brother could just find a corpse. "My lineage is strong. I don't need you to carry it on for me. Why should I care about your whelps?" Besides there weren't likely to be any after he was done with her. They would die before they even had formed in her belly.

"A mate? Why would I want one? All you stupid girls want a male to snuggle and speak meaningless sonnets into your ear in return for moodiness and endless nagging. I prefer my method." He tweaked her scruff, "You are the true cruel ones."

With the exception of his pack females, he honestly believed he was right and had yet to be proven wrong about it. Hel wasn't a mushy girl, she was strong and capable as any wolf he ever met. Valdis managed to gain his respect and loyalty on one fell swoop. But as a whole the female gender was just for him to use and so he fulfilled that need.

Dismounting slowly, he waited for her to run. Ready for her pathetic form to dodge, Heimdall had the upper paw in blocking the best escape routes. He was far from done with her.

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