Chapter Eight

AGAIN FAIR WARNING THIS CHAPTER HAS GORE AND SEX! So if you have sensitive eyes look away because there is basically some kinkiness between the monster female lead and the mc. IF YOUR UNDER 18YRS OLD DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER, YOU'LL GET BITCH SLAPPED PROBABLY BY AN ADULT.

Also APPLE you could've been a chew toy this chapter but the mc said no. Also no harem even with what's done at the end, their little pack will have the three as the whole little set. ANYWAYS ONTO THE BLOOD AND SEX!

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A day later after adopting Millie and settling her into the camp. The Black Hound pack practically guarded her like royalty. Tiger leads wolves, it's novel sounding honestly. We sat around the campfire singing a little song that's so spontaneous with our little lyrics. Even the guards randomly chipped in so dramatically. I mean one practically started spinning and singing a random line. Eventually though it was time for something me and Fenris had decided on. A date.

Standing in a different gear set called War Dealer. Basically a dark purple button up shirt with a black and purple striped tie, a black silver trench coat with a furred collar, fur from Fenris during the death game, black camouflage pants with blood stained amethyst colored armored boots. The bloody amethyst metal is called Scarlet Dark, a metal on par with Chimeradite and Scarlettrite. Fenris had her new gear set though, and she wasn't subtle about her plans. "Snu-snu will happen in all my phases." Was said deathly calmly with a serious 'argue I bite' expression.

Chuckling a bit nervously at the serious Boss monster, I can't help but notice the damn scary shit in her inventory. I mean [Aphrodisiac Rank 10] and a book called [How to fuck a monster - Feral, Anthro, or whatever form you like] were dead give aways. Before we left in front of Millie I purposely and bluntly asked something. Millie squealed and fell off her stump seat.

"Are you in heat or something? Because the sex items in your inventory concern me. Which since you said all forms I'm guessing that includes feral."

Her crimson eyes looked into mine and a very serious and matter of fact voice she spoke.

"It's been a while since I got sexually frustrated as the air can't hump back. You being something I've wanted for a LONG while has given me an itch. You can't escape me, you will rail me like the bitch coming into heat I am."

"CAN YOU TWO NOT HAVE THIS TALK IN FRONT OF ME?!"

Our heads snapped to Millie and we spoke in unison.

""No, you'll probably get a prophecy of something like this, or of the action, so best just prepare you. So sorry cub but open sex talk between us.""

".... I hate that's a fair argument."

"Grr"

"See, even Suna says deal with it. She probably has already given the pups the talk and threatened to rip her son's balls off if they screw around."

At the hulking werewolfs words the boys of the pack moved a paw over their balls protectively. A dirty glare towards their mother who had fangs showing with a smile. Moms always threaten to castrate their sons. Shrugging I started heading off into the city with Fenris catching up with her tail wagging. As we entered we headed to a small café that had some nice smelling food. While I had basically a ham cheese sandwich with lettuce, tomatoes and a few other things. Fenris had a whole cooked Fire Boar. She devoured even the bones. The poor waitress, a Lord in her early teens, looked morbidly fascinated by the carnage.

With lunch basically taken care of we explored around the city until a death wish appeared. A group of four thugs tried dragging us into an alley for a 'talk' about something. We dragged them inside instead and well Fenris used a plague that destroys vocal cords to silence them. Then I got to work, [Torture: Rank 10] triggering as a serrated combat knife appeared in my right hand.

Grabbing a balding dark skinned Lord with a bit of tree bark on her, I pushed and held her against the alleyway ground. Spinning the knife a bit before stabbing it into her right arm at the wrist. With tender care I slowly and painfully flayed and dismembered her hand into chunky cubes. Tears were welling up in her eyes as I leaned in next to an ear and whispered sickeningly sweet words.

"Don't worry I'm making you suffer less than what the corrupt church fodder would do to you. At least you'll not be raped to death all drugged up like a horny needy bitch."

My words caused her to shudder then I suddenly flayed a good chunk of her arm off before dicing it up. Blood spraying and splattering everywhere. No noise though, [Silent Torture: Rank 10] made sure this situation would be deathly quiet. Another second later the woman lost an entire arm as it laid strew about in blood all diced up. Rotating the bloody and bone dust covered knife between my fingers I hummed and [Earth Jaws: Rank 10] triggered. The earth snapping up like a hungry maw of serrated teeth lining every inch of the mouth. Snapped around the entirety of her left leg. Pulverize it into bloody powdery meat paste.

The woman screamed in mute agony with tears dripping down her cheeks. My more torturous nature showing as I smiled slowly like a feral beast. My past military training for interrogations bubbling forward as I stared at the woman. Jamming my knife under her left breast through her chest plate I slowly and meticulously cut it off. The severed lump of flesh covered in armor falling off when the woman jerked about. I then repeated the process to her remaining breast. She died from shock even with my skills to prevent it.

Growling lowly like a rabid animal I turned her corpse into a card then deleted it. Standing up from the ground I watched as Fenris grabbed a Dwarf by his beard. Lifting him up before puffing a gas into his face. The dwarven male inhaled in surprise then the gruesome effects started. His left foot twisted in on itself spontaneously before his leg withered into ash. His right foot simply just started rotting into a boney state as his leg shriveled up into a mummified state. Looking away from the man suffering [ROULETTE PLAGUE: rank ???] Which was honestly her second worst incurable plague attack. The worst is [VOID PLAGUE: Rank 0] it's one of the rare skills that can't have an actual numerical rank.

A Dragnil that looked about eighteen glared at me and clawed out a message on the ground. I raised a foot and stomped on his tail, severing it.

(The church will have the young Star Child, you can not protect her, Human. Prepare to die for slighting the church.)

Crouching, I grabbed the kid's face, yanking it close, fingers digging into his jaw through his draconic scales. My voice hissing out venomously as I stared into his eyes. A memory triggering from the old world when I had disemboweled a colonel ranked enemy.

"I don't need to protect her from the church, I need a reason to slaughter. You think you're a big bad man? You've never met a soldier with psychosis and PTSD. We're worse than you."

The kid tried to snort and spit at me so I opened my mouth wide and bit into his snout. Ripping it off his upper jaw from his face with a violent yank sideways. His hands shot up to his face to coddle it while I crunched through the body part in my mouth before spitting out the remains. The snapped and mangled jaw remains and chunks I spit out hit the ground. Looking down at the Dragnil teen I drew a silenced shotgun from my inventory.

Pulling the trigger as I pressed it against his head and pulled the trigger. The shotgun barked silently as the teens head popped with bone fragments, shattered scales, flesh, destroyed eyes, brain matter, and blood splattering the surroundings in gore. Putting the shotgun away I twirled a finger and my personal earth magic triggered, [Earth Drain Shredder: Rank 10] triggered. The body and scattered parts fell into the jagged toothed earth as it started spinning.

Blood and various other viscera flying into the surroundings. Once nothing remained I cleaned the gore and dead Dwarf up with the dev console. Looking at the last member of the thugs an extremely young Pixie tried curling up into a ball. Gesturing to them I watched Fenris she just shrugged before motioning between us. Shrugging back we grabbed the young Pixie by one arm each, fingers and claws digging into their back and chest.

She sobbed silently as blood dripped from our inserted digits before we just yanked our arms back. The young Pixie being ripped in half with everything spilling out as they were forcibly split in half. Cleaning up the body we looked at each other when Fenris asked something.

"Did we have to kill the kid? She was pretty terrified and probably wouldn't return to the church."

"Maybe not but gotta admit killing people after a while felt good. Morbid from a soldier and a dev but I have killed a lot of people and found small joy in it. After all, you don't have psychosis and not get in touch with your demons."

"You sound almost like a Demon. But then again you devs all made those sick vile creatures. Probably picked your brain and a few other devs' brains for ideas on how to make them so repulsive."

"Actually that mine and Síceach's bit, the two secret psychopath devs, one named psychotic, created the Demons. Besides the nudist pitched in saying "THEY MUST BE HIDEOUS THAT EVEN A NUDIST WOULDN'T FIND THEM ATTRACTIVE!" She got her wish and vomited on Valmir."

We walked and talked towards as odd as may seem a public, legal deathmatch hosting place. It was like a colosseum but it's not, it's a pit dug near the Adventurers guild. Usually death row prisoners fight in it or just crazy people. As we neared that kind of place a blast echoed and a severed burning head landed in front of us. The flesh still cooking on the head of a Dragnil, kicking it back to whence it came we found our destination. Currently smoldering.

"I'M FREE MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLES! YOU CAN'T STOP ME NOW!"

A rather distracted Elven female screamed as she ran. Looking at her she's most definitely using [Flame Body: Rank 8] and wearing a prisoner collar. A reincarnate huh? As the woman currently bathed in flames neared us. She gave us a feral grin planning to likely burn us to death. Rolling my eyes I clotheslined the woman with a fist to face. Grabbing her falling flaming form with a hand, a skill triggered. My voice is flat.

"[Execution - Soul Shatter]"

The flaming Elf in my hand had her eye's explode into a red mist. The rest of her body ruptures into a bloody sludge leaving a ghostly form. The Elven ghost looks at me briefly before she explodes violently into a million pieces.

"Stopped her."

I say flatly. Looking at the smoldering pit my thoughts registered the smell of cooking flesh wafting from it. Flicking my now free hand clean we decided to just go elsewhere.

Today has been quite bloody since we lost the death match idea. We took an extermination quest and ended up in the woods beating Goblins to death with our fist. Four hundred strong Goblin Nest, and we beat it to death with our fist well pulverizing them mainly. Ignore the white phosphorus smell.

[REWRITE Stage Two ready]

[Base REWRITE cooldown changed to twice a day.]

[REWRITE Stage Two: Edit a living creature, Edit a DECEASED creature, rewrite a living creature into existence. Charges: 3, Cooldown - One Week]

"A small genocide later and I can now fuck with life? Fair."

".... Give me Apple. I need revenge for pinkness."

"No you can't murder my old colleague so no devs being remade here."

"But revenge."

"No."

"So now what? We've just walked around killing shit mostly on our little date."

She gave me a flirtatious look and got a rather mischievous shine to her eyes. She stored her gear into her Item Box suddenly. Rubbing my face a bit I shake my head at the Boss in amusement. She didn't let my amusement last long before she entered her last phase. Tackling me to the ground was now a fully furred werewolf with a plague green tint to her crimson eyes. As she sat on top of me she became a rather giant wolf. First phase size is a wolfdog size now she's currently the size of a tour bus.

Poking her nose as she smirked at me I noticed a slightly chipped spike from her neck. She still has her collar on wh that's fine. Fenris in response to my poke bit my face before licking it slowly. Her hips grinding on me with her tail beating on my legs. Chuckling softly at the giant wolf I stroked her side with a pat. If I'm to be honest this will be quite strange since not many people, if anyone, would want a girlfriend.

Removing my gear I for the first time really felt how soft Fenris's fur is on my skin. Seeing my change of attire the giant wolf growled playfully a bottle of liquid between her teeth suddenly. She bit strong enough to cause it to explode. A reddish pink liquid that's almost crystal clear covered us both. While it seemed Fenris let it affect her quite easily I had to fight with the system.

<<Fenris POV>>

I honestly didn't expect to kill a lot of creatures today as a date with my eilífur félagi. His darker, uncaring side showed a fair bit today which he masked well by giving a show he cared about it all. But the foul bloody stench of the [Sociopath] skill activated a few times today. It's funny that a skill actually gives off a scent but there's mistaking it when the air around him shifts to being nothing. Looking at the High Human under me I think of various things.

The one that surfaces the most is usually "How much longer can he last?" He has been pushed to breaking point a few times yet he did not snap for one in his condition. Feeling the stiffening of his Human reproductive organ. I slightly raised my hips before slamming myself down onto it. Impaling it into me with a swift motion I stiffen from the pain. Admittedly I've never had a first time so this hurt more than being shot by one of his shotguns. Wincing slightly as I feel a bit of actual blood from the rash decision a hand rubbed my muzzle reassuringly. Nuzzling into the hand I heard my eilífur félagi speak softly.

"Rather brash move there for someone who's never had sex, you caused vaginal tearing. But your regeneration will fix that so just adjust ya giant fucking fuzzball."

Nipping his wrist I grumbled a bit sarcastically at the High Human. He simply chuckled at me though and kept gently stroking my muzzle. Gyrating my hips slowly to get accustomed to the Human organ I slowly began the process. It still hurts but slowly the pain becomes pleasant. Digging my claws into Lockhart's shoulders and chest gouging his flesh a bit. Riding him gently till I'm used to feeling my eyes look at his figure.

The device that the Player's used to play the game scanned the user and usually based their bodies off their real selves. Every detail physically about their body. Lockhart, being a soldier, previously before developing the game had numerous scars marking his body. One particularly maring the flesh over his heart as if something had impacted the area and burnt away the flesh. Looking at it I think that I had almost never had the chance to meet this Human. Racking my claws across it in slight frustration as if to erase it.

Dipping my head in beside his I grunted a soft moan when my hips slammed roughly onto his. The idiot biting my ear caused me to gouge his flesh deeper with my claws and show my frustration by trying to abuse his organ. On one forceful slam of our hips meeting I felt my body shiver, a torrent of rather sticky fluid leaving my body. That must have been an orgasm that I've heard mentioned by those red light whores.

Shifting to my werewolf form, a low howl escaping my lips from the sudden shift in feeling. Pulling Lockhart close to my body with my claws digging into his back. I felt him grab my hips and start returning the rough behavior. Now that I'm not basically covering a majority of his lower half we both let our lower halves loudly smack against each other.

"I said you're my eilífur félagi, now it's a sealed deal."

<<Lockhart POV>>

"I said you're my eilífur félagi, now it's a sealed deal."

Chuckling softly at the rather needy Boss currently trying to break my pelvis. My fingers did dig into her flesh like her claws were doing to my back. Pulling her close I slammed her onto her back getting a startled yelp from her. Pulling my hips back before slamming them into her a little violently. Fenris gave a startled but pleased moaning groan with my tip prodding her walls.

The large werewolf groaned as her walls clamped down onto my shaft. Feeling her teeth sink into my uninjured shoulder with a possessive growling rumble from her throat. I slammed myself into her cervix causing her to convulse in a harsher orgasm than before. My fingers that still dug into her flesh glowed slightly as rewrite activated. Details about the boss under me fed into my brain but the one detail I looked for was there.

Changing it from infertile to fertile Fenris pulsed a deep red glow once before it faded. A new heat is now flaring to life around my shaft. Groaning from it and the very dangerous vice grip of her vaginal muscles. My semen exploded and filled the Boss monster's womb. She however was not done with me after hearing what I had done to her.

"Yooou… did somethiiing… what did you dooooOOO? T-that feels nice and so filling to have you fill my womb with your seed."

"You're technically not a living creature due to being a Barghest. You are more like an evil spirit that spreads sickness but I just fixed one bit."

"You are going to give me everything in those balls of yours. I'm not letting this chance slip by!"

She caused us to roll and fight each other a bit while she kept her vice grip on my shaft. Eventually we somehow ended up with me railing her from behind doggy style ironically. When I would pull back her hips slammed back into mine. Her walls got prodded and teased a fair bit from this action as the semen inside her acted as a lubricant. We spent several hours and rounds in this position, the werewolf panting heavily as she clawed the dirt.

Eventually she decided to change positions, pushing me onto my back. She sat facing away from me while riding me violently as if her itch hadn't been scratched yet. With one last forceful slam of her hips into mine we both orgasmed one final time.

"Hnnngh fourteen hours and a hundred something orgasms later I'm satisfied. Is pelvis still intact there Locky?"

"I'm perfectly fine but given how high our stats are it's not surprising we took this long. As our vitality stats are well over five thousand if skills are added into the equation."

"It's gotten pretty dark but I think our rather violent mating scared the local monsters and beast."

"When a Boss suddenly lets out a pissed off growl towards anything coming. Of course it'd run away from the area."

"Get dressed Locky I'll carry you back to camp in my wolf form."

"You're going to leave a trail. Plus railing you in both forms as you liked switching randomly was… interesting."

"One of the best bitches you'll ever need, Locky~!"

Chuckling softly at her antics while she gave a blood soaked toothy smile I put my gear I wore earlier back on. Fenris turned back into her rather giant wolf form and crouched low for me. Getting onto her back and sinking myself in her fur ignoring the plagued fog occasionally wisping off into my face. She stood back up and started running back camp, the mess of our little session dripping from her spade in this form.

By the time we reached camp I had washed away any semen and her orgasmic fluids off the road with [Water Bullet: Rank 10]. Though she flaunted her happiness shyly as she hid the sight when we got home. Laying down by a dying camp fire I slid down her side before laying against her. Suna peeked at us from a tent as she sniffed the air.

'That's a rather strong smell of mating and blood wafting off you both. Can this old monster hear the details if you don't mind? It's rather cute and amusing that you both spent SIXTEEN hours out today.'

'You've learned to talk like a person in our little mental connection I see.'

'Heh please Suna you are still pretty young for a Black Hound you're only twenty years old. But if you're wanting to join us then I don't mind. After all, you are a precious woman.'

'Oh please I've birthed seven litters now from those bastards little fun times. I pretty much feel old having given birth to about thirty pups by now.'

As the Black Hound exited the tent and sauntered over before laying her head on my lap. Her eyes looked between me and Fenris. Stroking her head we started sharing how our day went basically. Hearing about our session though the small wolf mother seemed to smirk and started teasing the giant wolf.

'You seriously hurt yourself on your FIRST time having anything ever inside you? I thought divine beasts are smarter than us but it seems not~. Joking aside, I'm glad you had fun and got your wish, Fenris. You got it pretty nice while I got it pretty shittily the first time.'

'I'm just his number one bitch, you're his second because you can handle a pack. I could never do that, I'd kill them all in annoyance. But why don't you try it with a mate who won't try killing you during the fun?'

'I'm not a prostitute Fenris. I'm a killer.'

'Shut up Locky and do your magic because Suna is your second bitch. Before you say anything stupid about HUMAN morals. We're monsters, animals to our instincts, we don't get hung up on your stupid idea's about one mate thing. In a pack the alpha male usually has several bitches to make the pack larger.'

'Eh? Fenris? You're the divine beast between us, he's yours solely. I don't need a mate. So don't worry about me.'

'Suna, this isn't going to be a harem thing. I'll kill anything that tries creating such a thing with Locky. This is just us the two alpha females claiming the pack alpha. I've seen people of various races have two mates at once for life. So be happy for once with a nice mate for a change, You can still use your little trick right, Locky?'

'Yeah got two of three uses still left before I can't use it for a week.'

'Then make Suna a Field Boss and go claim the bitch I'll just lay here watching camp.'

''This is rather forced ya know?''

We both retorted the plague wolf but she just growled at us.

<<Fenris POV>>

Watching the two get up under my stare and growl Locky made Nomad materialize. Heading into the mobile Player shop and house while grumbling about me being pushy. Suna as she passed by me stuck her head under my tail and made me yelp in surprise. Before she scampered off after our mutual master.

'At least he tastes good! Thanks…. Fenris though this is very much silly.'

As the Black Hound mother vanished into Nomad I chuckled softly. Laying my head down and closing my eyes as I felt Suna's energy change. One of those system messages sounded in my head.

[MONSTER CLAN: Lockhart Clan established]

[Patriarch - Kaiser Lockhart (High Human/Void Boss)

Matriarch(s): Fenris Lockhart (Barghest/ Void Boss) & Suna Lockhart (Shadow Hound/Werewolf)]

Heh now that's interesting, much like Goblin and Troll clans, we have made one suddenly.