The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&SouthernKitty)
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				Title: <strong>The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>19-09-2013, 10:13:48</strong>
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				“I smell battle.” said Errgot, the big man.<br><br>“I smell prize.” replied Morden. He was smaller than the man beside him but nevertheless, Morden stood a well built warrior of the ancient ages when compared to a normal man.<br><br>Errgot was the leader of the band. He was the chief of small group of mercenaries, thiefs and outcasts. Many seemed human from afar, but one would glimpse the sense of true fear when he looked upon their eyes. No mortal man could stand before those who could change their skin into furs, their hands into claws and their mouth into jaws. No sane man would stand before a werewolf.<br><br>As the large man approached the end of the tree line, the rest of the pack stayed in shadows. Errgot was trying to figure out the scene and fireworks when Morden came near him. There was a large van on the dirt road which blocked the way of a small car. Men with automatic weapons were firing through the car and the two werewolves spotted a man who gathered flames on his hand and hurled them towards darkness. It seemed there were few who stood against the men.<br><br>“Hunters. And probably, there’s a mage.” Errgot tried to figure out who they were fighting. Morden got the smell earlier. “Vampires.”<br><br>The fight, it seemed did not go well for both sides. There were few survivors now and soon the leader of werewolves gave the signal for his pack. While advancing to the road, as his nails sharpened, Morden fixed his eyes on the female vampire that seemed to leave a trail of blood behind, mostly of her enemies.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernKitty</strong> on <strong>19-09-2013, 13:25:12</strong>
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				Ahri grit her teeth as her injuries became too much for even her vampiric blood could heal. She was still a relatively young vampire and thus didn't have quite the handle on all her strengths yet. She was outraged that these human mutts dared harm some of her people. With two tonfa on her arms she, despite her injuries fought with unmatched ferocity, at least compared to her other companions. <br>http://www.tonfa.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Blade_Tonfas_Square05.jpg<br><br>She glared, her normally hypnotic amber eyes now blazed red with anger and near blood lust. She stood ready to take on the incoming threats, though she knew she would probably be beaten, however that was not going to stop her from trying to win. It wasn't going to stop her from trying to take them with her. Her long black hair, which <em>had</em> been in a ponytail, now hung free around her shoulders, accented by her pale skin and making her eyes seem all the more dangerous. Her athletic form stood out as she tensed, ready for what would likely be the final fight. She bared her fangs and glared. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>19-09-2013, 15:28:13</strong>
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				They howled, they sang their sacred battlesong and they changed. In just a few seconds, the men became wolves. The furs covered their bodies, muscles tore the flesh apart and the teeth were now as big as a lion’s. The werewolves jumped right into the battle. Many were transformed into state of half-beast. They were now the mixture of a gigantic wolf and man. None would dare to turn into the full-beast. In that state, they would lose all conscience, turn into mindless killing machines.<br><br>Much of the werewolves attacked the weakened ranks of hunters. Claws ripped through human flesh, legs and arms flew as if they were papers cut by scissors. Within moments, it would all end. Errgot, the giant wolf-man headed for the sorcerer. While his lieutenant, Morden was making its way towards the only vampire that survived.<br><br>Morden could not help but admire the way she cut her enemies. She eluded most of the gunfire and her deadly blades were all bathed with blood. This further enhanced his will to engage her. She did seem strong but Morden could smell the undead body lose its strength slowly. It would maybe not be an equal match, but it would surely be exciting.<br><br>The werewolf landed behind her like a panther jump down on its prey. His eyes gazed lustful to her beautiful neck for the blood inside. He jumped towards the vampire and got away just in time to elude her blades. The beast circled around her, claws now wanting nothing more than clash into her body. He would fight to ran away from her weapons and make her sure that his moves would all be focused on getting out of the blades’ way.<br><br>Then, when he thought it is time, he would risk to take big cuts to make sure she is out of game.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernKitty</strong> on <strong>19-09-2013, 16:02:44</strong>
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				Ahri had other plans. She saw the wolves cutting down her comrades and she was beginning to get more and more enraged. She bared her fangs and used her superior speed to rush toward one of the few remaining members, the mage, and stood between him and the human mutt. She kept and eye out for Morden, though she didn't know or care that his name was such, as she bared her fangs at the human mutt. She stood in a stance that allowed her to be both offensive and defensive while the mage put his back to her and that is how they stood as they were now the last two. Her rage was close to boiling over and she resisted it as much as she could. <br><br>An enraged vampire was much like a were wolf going full wolf form, they lose their consciousness and become mindless killers that crave nothing but a blood bath. Her red eyes were luminescent as it was clear that she was fighting such a blind rage. She readied her blades and spoke to the mage in his mind, "I don't know that we can pull through, your best bet is to use your magic on yourself and get out of here. Tell the rest of the coven." The mage made a squeak of sorts as he heard the message, but he could not disobey his higher up. He used his magic and made a smoke screen around himself and then polymorphed himself into a bird, taking to the sky before the smoke cleared, leaving the lone vampire. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>20-09-2013, 08:34:08</strong>
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				As the mage flew to safety, the female vampire now stood alone, encircled by the werewolves. The blood stained claws were getting ready to jump on her and tear her flesh from bones. They were just waiting for the command of their leaders. Errgot, the big beast gnarled with fury.<br><br>But it was Morden who jumped in front of the vampire. She seemed to be ready for death, continue the fight that she cannot win. And Morden somehow admired that. He tried to resist the urge to kill and spoke to the trapped vampire.<br><br>“Lay down your blades, blood drinker. That is a fight you cannot hope to win.”<br><br>He tried to catch a glimpse of reason in her eyes, the werewolf deep inside, hoped that she survived this day.<br><br>“Your death shall be meaningless now, but if you live, you may still be of use.”<br><br>Errgot walked near Morden and he was not content to see his inferior propose the surrender. But the big chief would not oppose, not for now. He deeply wanted that the female vampire lunged forward to her death.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernKitty</strong> on <strong>21-09-2013, 11:55:09</strong>
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				"And why would I want to be of use to human mutts who ruthlessly attack my comrades?" She asked, biding for time as she tried to figure an escape route. Her eyes were slowly turned back to their naturally unnatural amber color as her energy began to leave her. Her blades began to slip from her fingertips as she felt her strength ebb away. The proposed surrender sounded a bit better than dying, especially since her body had stopped responding as most of the energy went to healing her otherwise mortal injuries. "I hate you all for killing them...." She said with the last of consciousness and dropped to the ground. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>21-09-2013, 13:13:15</strong>
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				“We shall sell her to the hunters and get rid of her. End of conversation!”<br><br>That were the last words of Errgot and the discussion for the vampire female’s fate was over. Morden lowered his head and said nothing.<br><br>As the night fell on earth, Morden has made up his mind. He walked through the narrow corridor carrying a small blood pack. When he reached the guardian, he was not opposed to pass as it was his job to feed the captive. The large man descended deep into the tunnels to reach the cell where the vampire woman was kept. She was beginning to wake up; the darkness was calling for her. Morden threw the blood pack, fresh from the freezer, between the bars which blocked the entrance of the cell.<br><br>“Now you listen to me carefully blood drinker, for there is not much time left. They have made their mind to give you to the hunters. I heard they did horrible things to female vampires, the least being raping, before putting them into sunlight.” Morden silenced his voice to check the guardian then continued quietly.<br><br>“I can get you out of here. All I ask, is that you take me as your male. I know you, Ahri right? The princess of your coven. So, what say you, vampire?” Morden once more looked over the tunnel. “The two of us can make it out, then you’ll have plenty of time to thank me… in any way you like…” A sinister smile took over the werewolf’s face, his eyes turning bright gazing upon her body.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernKitty</strong> on <strong>21-09-2013, 18:55:24</strong>
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				She fought the urge to snarl, she also didn't touch the blood pack, "You can just go suck another wolf. I can take care of a few hunters, besides why would I take a human mutt as my male. There aren't any vampires that are even remotely interesting, why would I take an enemy?" She pointed out logically, but venomously. She'd had enough of this and she was already planning on letting her blood lust take over, take the mutts with her, or at least few. She looked to the wolf, if he could give her a reason to go along with this plan she might consider it, and just kill him later. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>21-09-2013, 19:40:08</strong>
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				"Have it your war blood-drinker." The wolf-man looked through the darkness. "I shall not beg for your own freedom, that is your job. Maybe a little sunlight will help your skin get browner." Morden smiled.<br><br>"There's a secret tunnel leading near a small town. We can make it quick and silent, they will not know we're gone before dawn. I shall take care of you when it is daylight, we can find a place to hide you. Then we can make it to your coven."<br><br>"So, what say you vampire? Sunlight, rape, stakes or just a little bite from a werewolf?" The claws of Morden got sharper and he readied himself to take care of the guardian above if she accepted. If not, he would not risk anything more for that idiot female undead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernKitty</strong> on <strong>21-09-2013, 19:54:35</strong>
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				"Whatever, but after we're out we do things my way mutt." She hissed venomously. Her eyes began to glow as she ever so slightly tapped into her ancient power and readied herself to follow the canine. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but maybe she wouldn't kill him right away, a good deed, regardless of the reasons still deserved a reward. She waited to follow his lead. 
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				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>21-09-2013, 20:05:14</strong>
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				"Ah, so you come to reason." The werewolf smiled and made way above the tunnel, to take care of the guardian. A couple of minutes later, he returned with blood dripping from his claws.<br><br>"Now, let's see what we can do with those bars." Morden held two of the bars with his bare hands, his teeth got sharper and his features now looked more like a ferocious beast than a man. With a loud roar, he grabbed and pulled the heavy iron bars at two opposite sides. Morden gave out another gnarl and he pulled them more strongly. The iron was soon shaped enough to let her go out.<br><br>"Now," said the werewolf. "you coming blood-drinker?" He walked towards the tunnel that would soon lead them to the surface, and to the woods near the small town. He also took the joy of watching her tight body and chest try to fit between the bars.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernKitty</strong> on <strong>21-09-2013, 20:15:42</strong>
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				She barely managed to get through the bars, squeezing her chest and ass through were no easy feats. Everywhere else was toned and athletic, but those two areas had been gifted apparently. She used her own strength to pull the bars apart a bit more and FINALLY did manage to get completely through. "Let's go." She said, not far behind the mutt, thankful she didn't NEED to breathe. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>21-09-2013, 20:30:55</strong>
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				They were out once more to the fresh air. As they walked away from the woods, the lights of town were becoming more clear. Morden moved quick and fast and they were now close to a small house just a little far from town. It seemed empty, but then, the werewolf smelled something.<br><br>"Humans." As he walked close, he saw the two bodies, a male and a female. They were no doubt lovers that came to that abandoned house to find some secrecy. He turned towards Ahri with a sinister smile on his face. "Hungry? I can let you choose which is yours..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernKitty</strong> on <strong>21-09-2013, 20:44:56</strong>
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				"You won't touch them." She hissed at him. She only fed on willing humans that were under the protection of her coven. She had no fear of killing, but she'd been around long enough to know that senseless killing was just that, senseless." She stood between him and the two humans. Her stance was firm and her eyes a vibrant crimson color. Her expression was serious as she stood there, ready to fight if need be. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>21-09-2013, 20:52:58</strong>
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				Morden could not help himself but laugh loud. "So what do we have here? A vampire with a sense of "innocence" and morality!" The werewolf's stance then changed into a more bestial one, he lowered himself, readied his legs and his nails started to sharpen. The teeth were already long enough to tear anyskin apart.<br><br>"I have not saved you to be subject to your pathetic games, you undead whore! I do as I want, kill as I please and enjoy the blood of anyone I! Even a fine-ass beauty like you cannot escape my fury!" He lowered his voice and smiled in a sinister way.<br><br>"Now step aside vampire, or instead of those humans, I shall take your blood. And claim my prize for saving you maybe a bit earlier..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernKitty</strong> on <strong>21-09-2013, 21:08:25</strong>
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				She would not back down. "Fuck off." Was all she said as she readied her own claws and bared her fangs. She was skilled enough to know how to deal with one werewolf, she may die, but she would take him with her, filthy mutt. Her eyes glowed a bit brighter as she focused her energy on the fight that would be about to take place. She stood so she could evade and counter attack. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>21-09-2013, 21:18:22</strong>
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				And so it began. With a hungry roar, Morden lunged himself forward. His mouth now looked like a predator's jaws and his hands were fully transformed into deadly claws. He managed to take a few scratches, though that would not hurt any vampire of her skill. Still, the tornished parts of her dress made her skin visible from some points, which unfortunately was not good for Morden's concentration.<br><br>The werewolf was big and his claws came with a force that could easily crush a man's bone. But she was no conscript in battle. As they fought outside that abandoned house, Morden interestingly came to understand that he indeed liked that fight. He deeply enjoyed his claws reaching for her chest, for her smooth legs and just failing to hold them with inches. As the wolf fought more furious, so did his insticts arose. But they were not the ones of a killer, but of a dominant male.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernKitty</strong> on <strong>21-09-2013, 21:44:54</strong>
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				She evaded most of his attacks, taking a few hits here and there and striking out with her own lethal strikes...well lethal if he were human. She could feel her strength fading away the closer to dawn they fought, but her pride would not let her accept defeat from such a creature. She snarled and kind of with one last Hurrah, she sank her own claws into his belly. 
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				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>21-09-2013, 22:15:39</strong>
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				As blood poured from his belly, Morden felt a sudden pain. It was heavy, but not enough. With a huge roar he raised his claws, held her body from both sides and pulled her back from his skin. The werewolf then narrowed it's eyes and with a last gnarl, raised the body of the vampire and threw her to a tree with crushing force.<br><br>He was near to death, but tried his best to stay on his foot. Morden slowly moved towards the broken vampire. "Now, there shall be no mercy..." His organ was now beginning to harden and his eyes were fixed upon the pale smooth body of the vampire. The body, that he would soon claim. As he laid near her, the used his claws to rip her dress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernKitty</strong> on <strong>21-09-2013, 22:59:22</strong>
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				As her healing took a bit longer than normal she tried to squirm away, fight, anything, but her limbs were useless as noodles as all her signals were mixed up and just resulted in flailing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>22-09-2013, 11:13:48</strong>
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				The werewolf was marvelled to see the naked body of the female vampire. There was now no dress that could hide her features. Her chest was waiting to be touched, her waist intiving the body of a male within and her legs were a feast to the eye. The bloodlust slowly faded from Morden, but giving it's place only to something darker. His eyes were more of an hungry man than of a deadly beast. But he retained the strenght of his claws.<br><br>So Morden came upon her. He lifted Ahri's body like a big man lifting a child. In the darkness, they were all alone and the fate of the vampire woman was now sealed. The werewolf's organ beneath became larger and harder, it waited to impetuosly to find somewhere to go. The dark lust took all over the werewolf's body and his legs started to tremble. He held the vampire in a position where she had to stand in a "doggy" form and helped her stay like that by placing his claws upon her shoulders. Then, he lunged himself forward, not caring about her pain. The rock solid cock moved inside the undead female and the werewolf gave out a roar of pleasure.<br><br>He then started moving, claws biting into her skin, holding the vampire tight. His waist moved with motion and it went in and out of her body. The werewolf was now literally fucking the vampire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernKitty</strong> on <strong>25-09-2013, 14:30:09</strong>
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				She snarled as her body began to feel pleasure, but she wasn't letting this mutt know this. She winced a bit as his claws bit into her skin. She couldn't really move out of this situation from his massive form. May as well enjoy it right? She waited for her healing to take effect and she would turn the tables, but for now, she simply bit her lip. Biting back a moan was the one thing that kept her grounded. At least mutts could do SOMEthing right. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>26-09-2013, 07:26:55</strong>
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				The wolf-man gnarled and let his body set a motion for itself. He was now pushing his monster cock in and out of the undead woman, taking pleasure from each thrust. His waist got a faster pace now and it hit the ass of Ahri like a hammer in seconds. The joy made the werewolf feel greater than anytime, somehow, that vampire had something in herself that the beast could not resist.<br><br>After a while, the claws grabbed her around the sides of his body and turned her over. The cock licked all the parts inside her belly while she changed position with the force of werewolf. The man was now nearly parallel and face to face to the vampire. This posture let him make the most contact with her delicious spots. Then, he started again, his claws buried to the ground his waist moved like a racehorce to get in vampire’s body. As the teeth of the werewolf sharpened, so did the dogteeth of the vampire. The cloth on the chest of the vampire was torn apart and her shapely boobs were shaking each time the werewolf lunged forward. It was brutal and rough by all means.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernKitty</strong> on <strong>27-09-2013, 14:25:14</strong>
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				Her eyes flashed red, but not the normal blood lust red. This was a different type of glow all together as the vampire reached up and pulled the werewolf down to her, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling, making him go faster. Her teeth sank in just about unnoticed into his shoulder and she took the most minute amount of blood, just enough for it to coat her tongue. She would recognize this wolf forever regardless of what he looked, smelled like, or even sounded like. This wolf was hers for the rest of his life. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barbarian</strong> on <strong>28-09-2013, 11:13:27</strong>
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				The blood, it ran out of the neck and into her mouth. It went through the veins of the werewolf, making him feel the most intense moment of his life. He had felt the joy, satisfaction, pain and hunger all at the same time. This was unbelievably great. With her teeth at his neck, Morden launched himself faster than before into her body. The great organ explored every inch inside of the female vampire.<br><br>The fact that she was not fighting away from it was all wonderful. Her legs were now fixed around his waist and she was trying hard to take him inside. The werewolf felt the beast inside take control. He held her strongly with his claws and raised her up in the air. Now, the strong feet of the wolf-man monster was like stone pillars attaching both to the ground. The vampire was now being held in air, she had to hold strong to the great body with her legs and arms, and maybe also with her teeth, if she were to stay in that position.<br><br>Then, the wolf started pounding her again. His claws made way for her lovely ass and stood there, making it for her to stay. She was like a small toy now in hands of the beast and the beast once more made it inside her body. His waist now was like a warhorse, desperate for her skin.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Freedom (Barbarian&amp;SouthernKitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernKitty</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 15:03:06</strong>
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				She took it like a pro as her own instincts took over. She growled softly as she held herself still for him. She could feel every inch of him and it, regardless of how she hated to admit it, felt wonderful. The price of freedom, yeah she could pay this. Not like she could exact her revenge later. She locked her eyes with his and dared him to do better than he was now. An unspoken challenge that only two beasts would recognize as she licked her lips of his blood. 
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