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Dreadwolf

Copyright© 2021 by Stratothrax

Chapter 138

Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 138 - Monster power fantasy. Eat and become Stronger, Bigger, Dominant. Rain is a survivor who got the short end of the stick in life. Reborn as a terrifying and dangerous monster everything changes and he has the chance to truly grow. (Werewolf type monster + humanoid girls.)

Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Heterosexual   Fiction   High Fantasy   Were animal   DomSub   Harem   Exhibitionism   Lactation   Masturbation   Petting   Pregnancy   Sex Toys   Squirting   Size  

Rain wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he broke his way through the door, but finding Lyra and Opal already with the Lord was not high on his list. Even less high on his list was finding Lyra frozen in mid-air with a rapier thrust through her chest, her body awash with blood, her wool dyed crimson.

The only reason he didn’t lunge for the startled Lord then and there like a mindless animal was the shock in seeing Lyra ... dead. That was exactly how she appeared, the blade had gone directly through her heart from his perspective.

There was just ... so much blood, nothing could survive what had been done to her. Lyra was gone. That was the only thing that could be said about such a sight.

His throat constricted painfully tight as he stared, completely at a loss, a dark sea of emotion about to break over his head, about to bury him.

Then his reasoning finally caught up with his dismay and he took note that she wasn’t just being held still in mid-air, it was more than that, her hair was frozen too, as though caught and suspended underwater, a very visible cloud of loose strands unmoving around her head, her ribbons floating behind mid leap. From there it was only the crazed and desperate calculation of hope, the only life raft his drowning mind could cling to.

Lyra had been stabbed while frozen by some kind of magic, and might not die until she was unfrozen.

But what the hell could he do with this information? The Lord must have been the one to do this to her, a leveler’s Skill that he possessed. Wranvyre had moved forward since he had entered the room, gesturing wildly as he shouted at Rose and Rose shouted back.

Rain hadn’t heard a word of it, his heartbeat the only thing filling his ears. He needed ... he needed to get to Lyra without the Lord ending his freezing Skill, then retrieve the healing potions that Lyra had used on Red’s leg wound and use them on her before she was unfrozen. It was the only likely way to save her life, but also an impossibility as the Lord would clearly never allow it.

He could not advance without Lyra dying.

His head burned as he tried to think of a way to get the result he needed, a way to save her, a scenario where the sheep girl did not die. There was nothing physical he could do no matter how he struggled with the problem, maybe using his predatory darkness?

But before he could even begin to form a centipede or a rat something caught his attention.

Somebody else in the room had apparently gone through the exact same mental calculation as he just had and come to the exact same conclusion. The difference was, they were far better positioned to do something about it.

A red scaled set of claws shakily emerged from the bag on Lyra’s hip. A small glass bottle held in its grip.

Rain watched, stunned, his lips slightly parted, as the madly wobbling and clearly terrified arm moved up, up Lyra’s front, the bottle tipping, almost spilling, then was clumsily thrown over her chest, the healing potion washing against her wound, mingling with her blood.

The entire bottle was emptied over her and the spill of blood pouring down her body started to slow. The skinny red scaled arm pulled back and another bottle was produced.

“I’m going to build you a hoard to make dragons go insane with jealousy Red,” he mumbled, watching in disbelief as the second life saving bottle went over her.

“Did this golem of yours just speak?”

Rain blinked and turned his attention to the Lord, for the first time processing what it was that he was hearing.

“No. Stop distracting from the point. I asked you a simple question.”

“What do you expect me to say?”

Rose practically spat as she replied. “My name. Say my name.”

Wranvyre for once looked nonplussed.

“You smash down my chamber door and demand that I speak your name? I know your name, Rose. What? Did you expect me to say I did not? I have many many children and many many extramarital children but I know the names of every single one of them. Did you think my lack of acknowledgement of you meant I didn’t know? Why Rose, I’m sorry to tell you this but it had nothing to do with that, you just haven’t been of significant worth to yet merit mention.”

The teenager seemed momentarily surprised, as if she really hadn’t expected him to know.

But then she grit her teeth.

“That- that doesn’t matter! That’s not why I’m here! I know what you did, I saw everything! y-you killed them!”

“ ... You’re going to have to be a bit more specific than that. Killed who, when?”

“You butchered him and his family and- and you got off on it!- you fucking monster! No, you are worse than that! You’re filth, a d-demon!”

“ ... Still going to need to be more specific.”

Rose let out a strangled scream of outrage, her hands rising as though she wanted to lunge for his neck then and there.

“Control yourself Rose, you are no better than an animal like this. Really, to think you went and got yourself pregnant and thought this was the ideal moment to-

“I’m not p-pregnant-”

“Of course you are. What? Are you saying you just over ate? I think not. Your mind is clearly addled in your motherly state. It happens, pregnancy leads to extreme paranoia, and sometimes even dreams that can be mistaken for reality. Can you not see that? You are quite literally looking upon the sheep who murdered your mother and yet all your anger is for me. That is wrong Rose, you know that deep down. There is something wrong with your head Rose, you are sick, your pregnancy is very obviously making you sick, anyone can see that, it’s only you alone who can’t see what is happening here.”

Rose’s face twisted through a series of increasingly furious expressions as he spoke, his mistaken attempt to manipulate her only making her more and more agitated.

“Shutup! Shutup! SHUTUP!”

Her hands flung up and the bed behind Wranvyre exploded to life, curtains ripping from rings as bed sheets lifted into the air, tossing aside the still unconscious female occupants. The lengths of cloth moved violently, twisting like thrashing snakes, ready to strike at the Lord’s back.

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