She hated this time of year, she knew it was coming, she could smell it in the air. But mostly, she could smell it from Legacy. Her nose wrinkled at another female coming into heat, which meant this probably wasn't the best idea for the two to wander off alone. Krever glanced over her shoulder every once in a while, making sure her company was still following. But the chocolate fae didn't know why she was leading, she was lower class compared to Legacy, but the Mexican fae didn't seem to register that yet. For once in a long while, Krever had some freedom. She could walk ahead without being told to slow down. For now at least.
As the two femmes drew closer, broken stones into view. Krever walked on, sensing something familiar about this area. Looking down and stopping where she stood, she look a long stare at a jagged stone. Her eyes didn't move for a long moment, before realizing where it came from. "No..." Krever breathed, jerking her head forward and eyes feverishly looking around her surroundings. She walked onward, pretending that this wasn't the place Fohn died, where all despair started. The chilly air didn't phase Krever, she was actually panting from anxiety. Now she was on a mission, to find the exact place Fohn died. Trotting faster, observing every tree and stone, flashbacks coming back more clearer the closer she got.
But before she got to her destination, she halted right in her tracks. No, she didn't want the terrible memories coming back. Fohn was gone, he wasn't coming back. She had to constantly remind herself that. There was a bad story in the beginning, but it has been growing better with time. Zethrox was a great alpha, though Krever was a omega for now, but she wasn't completely treated like a worthless wolf. A frown appeared on her face, not realizing that where she stood at this moment was Fohn's deathbed. Her tail hung closely between her legs, and a whimper echoed quietly.
The world went quiet, just like when they arrived. She treated Fohn like crap before he died, but she knew even in the worst situations they would always forgive each other. "I'm sorry Fohn, I just wanted to tell you that here..." Krever sniffed a bit, curling up into a tight ball and sighing, each breath becoming seen.
Rushed steps were cautious, quick enough to carry her without taking much note of the scenery while still slow enough to trail behind Krever. Though the chocolate femme's Omega status was not unknown, Legacy still seemed oblivious to it. Maybe it was because she really didn't care about ranks and all that nonsense, as long as it meant having a home. Or, maybe she secretly believed that someday soon she'd be switching places with Krever, if not end up exiled all together. If the pack... no, if Zethrox found out about her deal with Rapture she was a good as dead. That little meeting she'd just been sitting through had made it clear the way many of the alphas felt towards the rogues. And here she was whoring herself out to one all for the sake of her own personal greed.
A groaned sigh rumbled in her throat as she nearly walked into the back of the other fae, not realizing she'd stopped. For a brief moment she glanced at her surroundings, wondering what had caused the alarm. All Legacy saw were crumbling buildings, however, an odd place for a wolf to call home. It wasn't long before Krever had picked up the pace again, and thus Legacy followed on. She gave little thought to what was going on within the Mack. Valley's head. Her own worries were already too strong.
The Mexican femora was very aware of the change in seasons. It was winter, mating season. It didn't take a genius to realize she'd begun her heat cycle. This only brought on more worry. Would Rapture remember their agreement? What were the chances that he wouldn't come for her? What if upon finally meeting the rest of her pack she ended up charming a few of the males? What if the pack discovered her hidden motivations buried within despair? her brow knit as she continued to walk, fearing the worst and knowing that hope was futile. Things had just started to go well for her, which meant only one thing. The worst would surely be happening; soon no less.
Legacy's steps began to slow as Krever's own grew more frantic. She didn't know what was bothering the other female, but she would not question it. To do so would invite the brown femme to pick her own brain. The last thing she wanted to do was share feelings and all that crap. She needed no one to know the hell that consumed her soul. Instead, she stood a little ways off and kept one eye on her companion, making sure nothing drastic happened. The rest of her senses she tuned into the environment, praying soon didn't mean now and that the two of them would remain safe while within the territory. Why oh why did she like to get herself into such horribly unpredictable situations?
His pace never let off the gas, never touched the breaks. He trotted and trotted, the cold earth beginning to burn the pads of his feet. But it didn't stop the Mexican brute. Lying in wait for weeks on end, no food no water. He was hungry for Legacy only, physically. But the lack of food has done it's toll on his body. Rapture was malnourished, losing stamina fast. He was thinning, his ribs were pronounced through his thick coat. Licking his lips again, Legacy would have to wait for a short moment. For now; though Rapture could care less about his physical health; Rapture had to get some meat into his system.
Following an unknown trail, hoping on his way of tracking Legacy he'd find a rabbit, a bird, anything to ease his empty stomach. But the scent of a female drew closer instead of food. This brought curiosity. Could it possibly be Legacy? Rapture's fiery gaze narrowed, and he trotted onward. Shivers being sent throughout his body with anticipation, now he was eager for her. He was desperate, he needed her. His pace finally picked up as he drew closer, a figure appeared on the outskirts of the Kamari lands. A Mexican female, perfect.
But as the vision was clearer, it wasn't Legacy at all. This female was indeed of the Mexican breed, but was colored differently than Legacy, didn't have the same scent. It didn't matter, Rapture was hungry and the little fae looked appetizing. "Mmm... Well what do we have here?" Rapture hummed as he stood only feet from the unsuspecting victim. The fae shot a glare at Rapture, and he only smirked in response. "Who are you? Why are you here in Zethrox's land? Are you a member?" The Mexican female threw so many questions at the brute, he ignored them all. He homed in closer to her, licking his chops as his stomach pleaded by growling loudly. She looked him up and down, and her hackles began to rise and she began spluttering nonsense and more questions followed by threats as he got closer in a attack position and hungry look on his face.
She rose her head, dragging in air to howl for assistance. But Rapture wasn't going to allow that. "Technically miss, I'm not in Haishin lands.... Yet." Rapture chirped and cackled, then lunged for the Mexican fae. She attempted to fight back, but before it even started it was over. It was too easy, a simple grasp on the esophagus, a thrash of his head, and her throat was ripped out. Blood squirted in all directions, decorating his faded blood stains with new ones and he smiled with pleasure. "Mmm... Just what the doctor ordered." Rapture harked after releasing his grip on Dewet's throat.
Within moments her chest cavity and belly was shredding apart. All her insides were exposed and Rapture began digging in, making sure his entire front half of his body was covered in blood. He had to make a appearance for Legacy, and a bloody body made him look and feel sexier and tougher. Scarfing down Dewet's internal organs, and some of her shoulder flesh and the rest was for the buzzards. Rapture was fully satisfied, his hunger at least. He was still urgent for Legacy, she was next on his list. In the mean time, he'd have to store the body for his gang back in the free lands. Rapture could assume they needed a decent snack.
After the body was buried in hardened soils, Rapture galloped off, passing the scent marks left by the alpha of these lands as if they never existed. Rapture was on a mission, he had to find Legacy he had to keep his word. She was waiting, expecting him to come. Laughter arose from his lungs, booming echoes in the stone forest. The nightmare was approaching fast, targeting in on Legacy's scent trail. This is it, the moment Rapture has waited for for months.
A subtle shift in the wind meant her worst fears were confirmed. Fresh blood, though it seemed faint and far off, was clearly distinguishable within this land of concrete and metal. And it only seemed to be drawing closer. Auds twitched, eyes widening in fright as manacle laughter soon accompanied the sickening stench, much too close to comfort. The first time she'd met Rapture he'd smelled strongly of blood and death. There was no mistaking that this whirlwind fast approaching was the master come to punish his pathetic little slave.
Turning back to Krever, who still seemed bent out of shape over something, a whimper tumbled from her maw. Legacy didn't know what had her companion so distraught, but she knew now was not the time to be worrying about it. They had a much larger problem to deal with now. With a frown marring her pretty features, she paced towards the other femme and forcefully pushed her shoulder into the joint between Krever's foreleg and side, trying to move her forward. "We have to go," she whispered urgently, afraid speaking any louder would alert the demon stalking her. "You should get out of here. It's not safe."
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, fear clawing its way through her body. She was afraid of Rapture finding her; afraid of what he would do to her. She was afraid of Krever finding out her dirty little secret as well. Most of all, however, she was afraid for the young femme's life. She didn't want her new packmate to be caught in the middle of all this. She didn't want to be the cause of Krever's death. Or worse, she didn't want to put the chocolate femme through what she knew she'd be experiencing within the next few minutes. To break another fae in that way... Legacy didn't want to think about it. Instead she again tried to urge the Omega forward, desperate for Krever to find herself safety while the Mexican femme would handle the (un)invited intruder.
Krever remained a stone. Her eyes never blinked, the visions of the accident replayed over and over again. Though she was crying, she felt no mental sympathy towards Fohn. It happened a long time ago, and as she once said before... He was just a bird. A bird who saved her life as a pup and would be a useless raven now a days. Even so, Krever was tired, didn't want to move. But forceful nudges to her ribcage was enough to send her to her feet.
"What's the matter with you!?" She replied in the same hush tone as Legacy as the Mexican female continued shoving her. Krever didn't know her deal, but crazed laughter in the distance was coming closer. Krever's ears twitched backwards as worried eyes stared at Legacy. "Will you tell me what is going on?" Krever whispered and began trotting away from the source of laughter, into a large thick brush yards away from where they once were.
But Legacy was lagging behind, and the laughter had subsided. A eerie feeling set in the Mack. Valley's stomach, something was indeed wrong. "Legacy, get over here!" Krever whispered loudly, and whined quietly. She could admit she was scared, but she didn't know what she was scared of. Her bronze orbs peered through the bush she hid in, an overpowering scent of blood filled the air. Something vaguely familiar, there was a scent of Dewet in the air as well. Eyes desperately searched for the mexican female she had bitter feelings towards, but there was only Legacy, and a bloodied brute.
He was close, he could smell her clear as a bell. His tongue hanged loosely from his mouth, panting heavy and rhythmically. Slowing his pace into a slow trot, Rapture began to stalk his prey. There was a scent of another, but Legacy was the only one he was focused on. His laughter dimmed down to nothing as the wavering sense of Legacy's presence lingered in the area he walked in. Crumbled buildings didn't even concern the brute, even though he had never seen them before. Dragging his feet, head lowered and eyes forward. He facial features were serious, stern, focused. Muscles all over his body pulsed, adrenaline kicking into high gear. There she was.
Teeth gritted and a formal grin of yellow blood stained teeth flashed Legacy's way. She'd yet to notice him standing here, hunched, hungry for her. His fiery eyes widened, he took a solid step forward. "Hey there, Beautiful." Rapture barked out to her, and he took another few steps forward. This is what he craved, her scent, her body. Everything about her at this moment was perfect. Oh, she had no idea what he had done to pass time until this moment. He did absolutely nothing. He laid around with the Knaves, and did abso-fuckin-lutely nothing.
He approached her quickly, rubbing the length of his body down hers, the fresh blood on his coat now staining hers. His muzzle caressed the back of her ear as he whispered, "Legacy, you've gotten no idea how long I have waited for you..." Smirking, he softly nipped her ear and bolted ahead, standing perpendicular in front of her, as if he were blocking her path. "It was so agonizing being away from you for so long baby," He licked his lips, eyes glancing around for the source of the other female. Nowhere to be seen with the eye, but Rapture knew he had an audience. "Did you miss me?"
"I'll explain later," the Mexican femme gasped, knowing it was a promise she would not keep. There was little hope of Krever completely escaping the area before the worst began. Whatever the chocolate fae ended up witnessing... Assumptions would be made that left little room for explanation. That was the one thing Legacy could be sure of. It was how it always went. Someone found out her truths, spun their tales worse than she herself had, and it wasn't long before again she was left to wander with only her thoughts for company.
Lagging behind greatly, for she knew running was futile, a relieved sigh heaved from her chest as Krever made it into the safety of some bushes. At least she'd be safe, for now anyways. If she could keep Rapture occupied long enough, maybe the Omega would be able to escape completely. If not, the Mexican femme already had another deal in mind. She'd already sold her body; why not sell her soul as well?
'Hey there, Beautiful.' The sickening voice flooded her ears in the same way his blood-soaked scent drowned her nose. Her body froze, tense, as desperately her eyes locked on the spot Krever was hiding. Regret, sorrow, and an apology more sincere than any of the words she'd thus far exchanged with the Haishin members consumed her expression for a few brief moments. Then, swallowing down the lump in her throat, slowly she turned to face him.
Legacy felt slightly nauseous, but she knew she had to choke it down. There would be plenty of time for self-loathing later. Right now, however, she needed to play the delightful little bitch. Her posture changed, head held high as she calmed her facial muscles into an emotionless mask of boredom. Brown eyes raked over the bloodied brute as she let him come to her. Letting a cruel smile twist up her maw, she began her new act. This wasn't the flirthy, innocent act she'd put on for Zethrox upon their first meeting. This was the persona of someone expectant, someone annoyed that it wasn't her own agenda being followed.
"You look like hell," she quipped back as finally he drew too close for comfort. She forced herself to relax into his touch, her breathing shallow as she pushed herself into him. The stench of blood was overwhelming, possibly less than an hour old, and it now clung to her in ways that would only grow worse. She released a moan as he whispered in her ear, losing herself to the character she played. Her eyes drifted closed for a moment, reminding her why she'd agreed to this in the first place. Tethering that image to her heart it became easier to seem authentic. His touch alone was already teasing her arousal. Though she may not have been particularly fond of the Mexican male, there was no denying what he did to her. There was a certain thrill about this whole situation, their little audience hiding in the bushes. Being in heat clouded her mind. Whether she wanted to or not, chances were this time she too would enjoy it.
Her body jerked lightly as suddenly his teeth were in her flesh. Then he stood before her like a large, brick wall. Settling back down, she quirked a brow and let a smirk cross her muzzle. She'd play his game alright. Hell, she'd play it better than him. "I think I have a pretty good guess." Her voice was low, sultry, as she looked at him through dark lashes. Teasingly she forced herself forward, closing the short distance between them in painstakingly slow steps. Her eyes sparked with desire as she ran her nose up his jawline, inhaling deeply the scent of him and the blood of the fae. Tenderly she began to lap at the underside of his muzzle, cleaning him in much the same manner she had upon their first encounter Legacy then pulled away suddenly, locking her gaze with his as silently she challenged him.
Her weight shifted slightly, as did the wind, carrying her sent towards the demon she called lover. Though her stomach churned, it was the only repulsion her body currently felt and had no physical manifestation. This time would be easier than the last. This time she knew what to expect. This time she was in heat. "Why don't you find out yourself?" she purred innocently, watching his every move like a hawk. Krever was forgotten for the time being, shoved to the back of her mind. Right now every ounce of her conscious thought was focused on Rapture, expecting him to make the next move. Only one stray thought drifted in from time to time. Thank the heavens she was actually in heat.
"Well, thank you gorgeous." Rapture replied to her 'compliment' towards him. She was too calm around him, not on edge like she was last time. This kind of pleased the Mexican brute. The more comfortable she got around him the more they would come in contact with each other. Well, even if she wasn't Rapture wouldn't hesitate to barge into her comfort zone. He owned her, Legacy was his toy whenever he wanted her, he would get her. Whether she wanted it or not.
But her teasing manners were beginning to throw him over the top, her dominance in this situation was careless, she was lucky Rapture was turned on by this. If it were any other wolf, Rapture would have sure to put them in their place. His tail hung slightly upward, twitching a bit with her every move. When her tongue reached his blood soaked chin, sent chills in all corners of his body. She was tempting him every second. He groaned a bit, and tilted his head up to the skies as she cleansed his face, then lowered back to her gaze as she finished. His eyes never left her face, though her expression was flirtatious, his expression was completely blank, waiting for what she'll do next.
Rapture inhaled sharply, her scent was unbearable, he would lose control at any moment. But why rush? They both had time, and nothing to do perhaps. And the unwanted guest needed a show right? Rapture grinned as her innocent challenge, licking his lips and approaching the side of her body. Beginning to nudge at her hip roughly, abruptly pushing her to the side and getting a good look at her rear.There, his eyes only stared at the area cradled between her legs, and covered by her tail.
Growling lowly, craning his head over his shoulder and at Legacy. "Why do we rush so much baby? How about some foreplay?" Without waiting for an answer, Rapture shoved her tail to the side and pushed his muzzle between her legs. Inhaling her scent and gasping with each exhale with pleasure. His privates already began to dangle from his abdomen as his tongue slowly started caressing her tender skin, soon enough he won't be able to contain himself any longer.
She watched him silently as he was on the prowl again, gliding down her side. Roughly he poked at her, guiding her hips. It wasn't long before her rump was nestled comfortably within his line of vision and she had crane her neck to look at him. Her abdomen seemed to tighten, disconnected from her mind and driven wild by his intense gaze. Legacy's body knew what was coming. Even though her mind could, her body did not want to wait. It wanted him touching her, nuzzling her, licking her, f***ing her. It craved the attentions of any male, no matter how crazed.
The sound of his voice again caught her auds and Legacy looked at him curiously. Foreplay? She hadn't expected him to be in so much control. In truth, she'd been hoping he'd take her and that would be the end of it. "What did you h-" She was unable to finish the question as suddenly she was invaded. Rapture moved quickly, wasting no time. A shocked gasp tumbled from her maw as he buried his face within her. So this is what he'd ment. The femme had no objections.
Involuntarily she jerked backwards, pushing herself into the caress of his maw, inviting him deeper. The feel of his mouth as he worked his magic was intoxicating. Legacy in heat was definitely more receptive than Legacy out of it. Every rough lap of his tongue made her judgment more clouded. She was losing sight of everything, giving into to the raw pleasure. Moans mixed with whimpers tumbled from her maw as she tried to force herself closer to him, her body on autopilot. Foreplay was fun; she wanted more.
"Raptureee~" she hissed as suddenly he hit a sweet spot, breath hitching as again she gasped. He may have been a heartless murderer, but damn was this brute good with his tongue. Any control she had of this situation was slipping away quickly. If he kept this up, she'd be putty in his paws before the real torment began. The Mexican fae wasn't so sure she would like that. Really, she had no choice though. In the fight between body and mind, her body was winning hands down and right now it was begging for Rapture.
Long, forceful strokes of his tongue glided roughly against her bare flesh. Her taste was irresistible, Rapture couldn't get enough of it. Legacy in season was much more amazing then out of it, and Rapture was in pure bliss. Growling softly, almost like a gruff purr emitted from his maw as he smothered his snout deeper inside her, he needed to cleanse her insides, get every single inch. And Rapture knew Legacy was enjoying it as well, only her moaning was encouraging him to keep it up.
With one final slow lick up her rear and nipping at her hip, Rapture hovered gracefully upon her hindquarters. Scooting himself forward so his muzzle was nearing her ear. "Tell me how sexy I am, and how you want more..." He breathed loudly into her ear, gritting his teeth together as he resisted the urge to plunge inside her. Their privates inches from each other, his pulsed every breath she took. He knew she wanted it, and he would give it to her.
"Tell me how much you missed me, Legacy~" The Mexican moaned as his tip gently rubbed against her core. He wanted it so badly, but she would have to work for it. This was the ultimate torture, for the both of them. His front legs clung tightly around her waist as his body laid loosely upon hers, weighing her down with all his weight. His tongue wetting the fur on the back of her ear and his teeth grazing her neck. He eyed the spot where he inflicted the bite their last encounter, and pondered doing it again. Eventually that spot would be his trademark, his memoir on her flesh. "I need you baby, need to taste your blood again.." His licking became rougher on her neck as he gave her a moment to register what he was about to do. And within moments, his sharp fangs pierced her skin as warm crimson slowly oozed from the wound.
That final, painfully slow caress pushed her over the edge. That was it. She was ready. Hell, she was melting for him. Her body was trembling with anticipation, joints barely strong enough to hold her up. The nip to her hip made her buck slightly, and again she tried to push herself closer to him. Legacy was ready for him, begging for him, dying for him. If he didn't bury himself within her soon, she was sure her sanity would slip further than it already had. Every cell in her body was screaming for Rapture. His teasing was infuriating!
It was revolting, the feelings she was having towards the brute that now hovered above her. His forelegs tightly around her waist only had her more excited, the anticipation unbearable. She could feel him where she wanted him most, close but never close enough. He knew exactly what he was doing. The cocky note in his voice as he ordered her to beg for him was evidence enough. Last time he had enjoyed her pain; this time he was enjoying her pleasure.
"Please!" she rasped out, desperate for that brief contact he'd just allowed. His teeth and tongue on her neck elicited another moan. Her breathing was shallow, rapid, shaky. How she was able to now hold up both herself and the majority of his weight was a miracle. Or, maybe the desperate desire she currently harbored for him was enough to secure the greatest chance of him giving her exactly what she wanted.
Again they brushed, her strangled whimpers most likely egging him on. Waves of uncomfortable pleasure rocketed through her, not strong enough satiate her hunger for him. Sharp fangs suddenly pierced tender flesh, opening an old would. Yelping, she jerked away only to then edge herself more securely beneath him. Her eyes rolled back, wild with the new sensation. If he didn't... "Rap, please~!" she panted heavily with a soft whimper. "I... I... Take me damnit! I... unf... I need you. So badly. Baby, please."
She was practically crying for him as he continued with his teasing. Constantly he was right there, ready to open her with one single thrust. But, every time she thought he'd finally go through with it he would pull away again. Her whimpers were becoming incessant the longer he dragged it out. It didn't matter that he was currently engorging himself on the sticky taste of her blood. The pain of the injury was dwarfed by the tingle that burned through her veins. If he didn't take her now, she'd be sick with the feelings of an aroused body rejected. A female denied pleasure was an unbearable femme.
Her cries made it so much harder to resist. Her moans, her breathing. It was as if she was in agony before Rapture even took her. This pleased him greatly, he loved torturing the heated Legacy. His tip continues poking at her, each time he exhaled loudly. It felt so good, he wanted to be inside her as much as she wanted him. The taste of her blood only made her more satisfying, it turned him on more and more with each lap of fresh blood.
And finally, her begging was just the button she needed to push for him. With a painful grasping bite to the scruff, Rapture shoved his length inside Legacy. Slowly inching all the way in, and holding it. This next was completely agonizing. The waiting for him to do more, not just standing still. Rapture growled, and bit down harder onto her neck, having more blood satisfy him more than the sex. She would have to beg some more. His pink flesh pulsed inside of her, twitching, as if it were searching to go deeper.
But the blood wasn't doing it, his mind only rang for sex. He knew he was damn fine at it, and Legacy was his little whore for the evening. Slowly, he slid himself forward and back inside of her, Legacy's moaning, her blood, the warmth inside her. He had to have more. Rapture gripped his forelegs tighter around her waist as he jerked himself back and forth inside her. She wasn't tight this time, she was easy to maneuver in, simply because she was in season.
Rapture kept his even pace, stroking in and out of her. His grasp on her neck never let off, he pulled harder so her head was tilted up to the skies, sinking himself deeper into her. His eyes were flaring more, and he released his grip on her neck. "Bow to me, bitch." Rapture hissed as he began pushing her top half down to the ground, in a position as if she were actually bowing. This gave him better access as well, and Rapture knew Legacy could enjoy this as well.
Pain shot through her neck as roughly he jerked her backwards. This was it. There would be no more fooling around. Rapture would be hers. Or so she thought. The Mexican brute was moving like a snail, parting her folds as he slowly inched his way forward inside of her. So he was finally in. Great. That meant nothing if he wouldn't move. Legacy wasn't sure which was more agonizing, the pleasure that eluded her via the stillness of Rapture's hindquarters or the pain in her neck from where his teeth repeatedly punctured her tender skin.
"Move... please... now!" He was still for moments longer, driving her absolutely mad. Several times she tried wiggle beneath him, tried to start the rocking motion that soon flood her with ecstasy. Unfortunately, his unresponsiveness only brought her more discomfort. At least... At least until he again jerked her head up. "RAPTURE!" she squealed loudly as finally he began to move with in her.
A myriad of moans and whimpers tumbled from her maw as the brute began to deliver the sensations her body craved. She moved with him, keeping time with every thrust and stroke that further brought himself within her, deeper. The pain of her neck was virtually nonexistent now that this new feeling had taken over. Last time they'd done this, it had been because he'd wanted it. This time it was because she wanted it too, the natural responses of her body making that very clear to him.
"Rapture~!" she practically howled given the way he held her neck. Her eyes had closed some time ago, brain completely shut down as she gave in completely to his rough but pleasing touch. Her legs felt like jelly, easily bending under his harsh command. The foul language only made her want him more. "Tal-" she gasped out before the new position forced another loud moan from her maw. He was reaching deeper than before, much deeper. Her mind was so clouded with the pleasant sensations she could barely form her request. "T-alk dirty... t-... meeeeeeeee RAAAP~!" For the moment, Legacy was possibly enjoy the bloodstained brute a little too much.
"So demanding..." Rapture huffed loudly as she continued nagging him to start moving. And when he finally did, it was a rush of pleasure and excitement. Every time she moaned his name, encouraging him more and more and he began building up faster. The position she was in, front lowered and rear in the air, Rapture was able to get full access, his entire length slipping in and out of her completely. The wavering movements continued for moments at a time, repeatedly. With every thrust came a moan, a moan of absolute pleasure on both sides. Rapture didn't know a female could enjoy their time so much with him, was this even considered rape?
But a deal was a deal, and Rapture couldn't never pass up a promise for sex. His pace picked up after Legacy howled his name in bliss. Rapture hadn't forgot about their audience in the bushes, he hoped they were enjoying the gruesome sex scene. A reddish pink tongue flailed from his jaws, panting hard as he pounded into Legacy. Her words flooded his ears, and he let off a low giggle. "You... Are so warm inside," Rapture panted and groaned a bit. "You're filthy. Scum!" Growling in a low tone, he thrusted hard into Legacy. "You are... Yar gonna get every drop of me, Legacy~" The Mexican brute hummed a moan, he'd be exploding any moment now.
His pace picked up, the fastest and hardest he could go into her. Rapture even wondered if pain was involved in this situation. Legacy was clearly enjoying every minute, and Rapture would have to fix that. Jaws parting, then clenching tightly into her neck flesh once again. Tugging at it, shredding it. His forelimbs clung tight, dewclaws digging into her ribcage as he took her. He was building up fast, about to burst. And at that moment of pure exhaustion he pulsed, releasing in great amounts inside Legacy. "Ohhh-hoh baby~! HMMM~" Rapture was on his tip toes as his erectness tightened and her swelling around his length. Oh, the tie. He remembered the forceful breaking of the bond, how much pain and agony it brought them both. It's different this time, he was nearing passing out. Heaving breaths in and out of his open mouth, he laid limply upon her form, refusing to move. Rapture was tired, he'd wait the tie out.
As his voice began to combine with his movements, giving her exactly what she wanted, Legacy's moans became inconsistent. She rocked violently in time with him, trying to give him any little extra advantage she could manage. The more his pace increased, the louder she'd howl. The femme had been pushed over the edge long ago, her body completely surrendered to this pleasing form of torture known as coitus.
Then Rapture's fangs sunk deeper into her neck, eliciting a strangled scream as he simultaneously thrust harder, deeper, and faster within her. Blood trickled freely down her neck as he jerked her head back harder, flesh slowly tearing. Again she howled, tears lining her eyes as the pain added a new sensation that reminded her why she was doing this. Her body had been in control for too long. Now, as pain pulsated through her neck, her brain was regaining some clarity. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying the Mexican brute. She was supposed to be putting up with him in order to get what she'd wanted. But... Given the way he moved within her... It was just so hard to not give into him.
Flesh teared completely, a gaping wound left in her neck as the brute lost his grip. Legacy screamed in a mixture of agony and pleasure, her head plummeting towards the ground as she stepped backwards into him. Everything seemed to be happening simultaneously as Rapture reached another new depth. This was it; this was the end. With one final thrust she solidified him within her, instincts taking over completely as the tie began to form. She let out one last moan as they bonded most intimately, the brute collapsing on top of her as he didn't pull away this time.
His weight forced her down completely. Legacy lay upon the ground, exhausted and bleeding, buried beneath Rapture as he buried himself within her. Her gaze was glassy as stared at nothing, body overwhelmed with sensations of pleasure. She could no longer form words, completely surrendered to the brute atop her. Satisfied yet empty all at the same time, the sycophantic femme could only stare absently at the bushes that dared hide away Krever.