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Chikuma can’t help but wonder what the commander has been up to, being away from port for so long. While things ran smooth enough without him, they haven’t been deploying fleets as of late. Some of the girls were getting restless, but at least Atago was holding the fort down well enough. Kept everyone busy, kept the port running smoothly so that when the commander did return, it would be like he never left. Yes, everyone’s affable big sister certainly had a way to lift everyone’s spirits- even the girls who aren’t from the Empire.
“Thank you, Atago. I’ll see to it then.” Dunkerque is smiling bright, her steps light and graceful, the two exchanging pleasantries as Chikuma passes by her to answer Atago’s summons.
“Chikuma-chan~” Atago delighted when the rabbit-eared cruiser entered the commander’s office. She sits at the secretary desk, just off to the side of the wide room, but her presence seems to warm the emptiness here.
“Atago-san, I completed the commission that was assigned to my group, our rewards are being unloaded at Dock Six.” Chikuma bows respectfully, placing the paperwork on the desk.
“Oh good! Shikikan will be so happy to see the bounty we’ve accumulated when he returns.” Atago claps her hands together, her ears perking up. “Speaking of our Shikikan, I received a letter from him! He will be returning soon, but he had sent a few packages ahead of him- souvenirs for all of us to enjoy. If you could go to town and retrieve it-”
“Of course, Atago-san!” Chikuma answers without a second thought. It may just be some mundane nick-knacks, but such sentimental things carried with them a value of their own. Besides, Chikuma was done with her tasks for the day, she could go for a hike- the autumn leaves of the woods that bordered the port were lovely. A simple paved road to a little military town, a community for the naval staff, nothing big or fancy… and Chikuma liked it like that. Reminded her of the little rural villages back in the Empire, intimate communities, families and clans that bonded.
Chikuma sighs involuntarily at that thought. Families and bonds… always brought with them a sense of longing for her; makes her thoughts drift to a particularly unrequited love of hers. Even more reason why she would undoubtedly come to cherish whatever silly little things that man had sent them all.
She hums to herself as she walks, the sound of her heels clicking against the asphalt. All quiet, no one around, she practices her strut for a little bit. Little sashays, a sensual pop of her hips- she’d seen how when she moves like that, it draws Shikikan’s eyes to her. Just one more detail that she’d remember for whenever he comes back, a note on those little things that she could use to steal him away from Richelieu. The silliness of it makes her giggle at herself, but despite the aching heart…
Movement, something quite large indeed. A pressense, something overwhelming, a scent, a deep and resonating musk that triggered an instinctive fight-or-flight response in Chikuma. Chilled to the bone, muscles tensed…
Flight.
By the Kami, she chose flight! She runs, full tilt, tossing her heels by the roadside so she could flee faster into the woods. Maybe she could lose whatever it was that stalked her, buy her some time to... to summon her rigging or... Kami why was she so terrified?
She is Kansen, yes, but the fear… the fear is so visceral, so instinctive. A sense she can't explain, a looming dread that made every hair stand on end, a voice in her head screaming "run!" The crumple of leaves underfoot, the snapping of branches as she barreled by, the brush reaching out, grabbing at her like that dreaded predator. They may not mar her skin, but they batter her clothes, tear at her leggings, dig into the pleats of her skirt as she sprints for dear life.
Heart thundering.
Pupils dilated.
Lungs heaving.
Adrenaline pumping so much anxious energy into her…
And yet the thing was gaining on her. In one agonizing moment, the clouds part from that frantic flurry of fear, a cold realization that she wasn’t outpacing it. Clarity, ill-timed clarity that she had instinctively chosen the wrong response, that she had shamed herself in running and it was too late to turn and fight now. It was atop her in two heartbeats, a weight unlike anything she had experienced slamming into her back, driving her face-first into the dirt. It falls upon her, pins her there beneath powerful limbs.
A snarl, a predator’s victory just before it bit down upon the neck. She can feel the saliva dripping upon her, the humid breath of death upon the nape of her neck, the end drawing nearer.
“P-please…” Chikuma whimpers to… to whatever, whoever could hear, “Please help me…”
“Sssuch d-delec-tah-ball p-prey.” A voice, growling and deep that vibrates to her very soul. Words unwieldy, like it had just learned how to use its lips and tongue together, “Wh-what wh-ill your f-lesh taste like, I wh-onder?”
It’s voice was grating to the ear, left a tremble of terror coursing through Chikuma as it licks the base of her neck, tastes the sweat and fear, canines the size of daggers grazing the soft flesh of her neck.
“Th-The Beast!?” Chikuma gasps, squirming in the thing’s grip until she hears those jaws open wide. The rumors were true- the Beast of the Lane hadn’t been vanquished.
Richelieu failed, and if Richelieu failed then Jean… oh Kami, Jean had left just a few days ago!
“Oh… lit-tle rab-bit. Lost in the wh-oods, no b-burrow to hide in now.”
The Beast chuckles, the sound awful like a hanged man gasping his last. Clawed fingers dig into her flesh, supernatural skin just at the breaking point. It roughly flips her over onto her back, toying with its meal.
Black, wiry fur, a beastially broad chest, arms ungainly looking but monstrously powerful as they flex with each forceful movement it makes. The visage of man, twisted into a slavering abomination. The scent of blood from its breath, of rot and death and… oh by the Kami, she is next isn’t she?
“P-Please! S-Spare me!” Chikuma wept, “I-I am worth more alive! I can… I can-”
The Beast licks its lips, toothy maw snarling its clear impatience. All she could focus on were those teeth, those beady, predatory eyes that froze her very soul that closed in on her.
In a panic, Chikuma could only think of one thing of value, the one thing that a woman of her caliber could provide such a primitive creature… and she lifts her skirt, tears her panties down her legs faster than she’d even do for a man that she loved, and spreads her legs in frantic offering.
The monster pauses, a thick line of sticky, uncomfortably hot saliva dripping onto Chikuma’s thigh. It was salivating still, but for a different reason now. The jaws close momentarily, and she sees her opening, her only means of survival.
"I-I taste better savored... savored another way m-master!" Chikuma pleads, this time hastily unbuttoning her blouse, desperately trying to free her most tantalizing bits to keep this monstrosity intrigued. Replace one ravenous hunger for another.
For all its power, all its animalistic savagery, its reaction is so simplistically like a man's; an arousal that rises in response to a bewitching beauty like Chikuma. She doesn't know if she should be disgusted or flattered that she had such an effect on an inhuman monster... but she could silently sigh in relief that her temptation worked. Spared from death for the moment, but oh how short lived that was.
Relief gave way to horror at just how aroused the Beast was... how she hadn't exactly anticipated what it would be. She has never seen a man's… penis … up close before, and this certainly was no man's. Not even her beloved Shikikan could compare-
"What is the matter, little rabbit? Second thoughts on your offering?" It’s words clearer than before, its mimicry growing more confident by the second.
She says nothing, instead trying to remember the sight of his as its closes in with her untouched maidenhood. Force the mind to wander back to when she had heard those hot, stifled cries coming from his office late at night. Curious, she had taken a peek, drawn in by a sensual moan and the unmistakable sound of flesh kissing flesh. The heat of what rubs against her… it's nothing compared to what she felt that night… when she had… watched them.
Yes, Chikuma tries to picture herself in Richelieu's place: lying flat upon Shikikan's desk, hair splayed out beautifully, being whispered words of love and adoration, a hot blush on her cheeks and mouth gasping his name, legs raised in the air by his strong, affectionate arms... while her beloved thrusts into her sopping wet hole...
"Ghhhk! Nnnghh... Nnn!!!" Chikuma bites back the pained scream. Even if her half-baked delusion had prepared her for her first time, she would never have been ready for what splits her open now. Even if the Beast had been as gentle as a tender lover, it still would have been too much.
Searing hot, the shock of that first punching thrust driving Chikuma’s back to arch up off the ground, the impact of its savagery buckling her.
“Gh… ah… ah! H-hnah…” She tries to breathe, feeling as the beast crushes her belly trying to work that throbbing, fleshy knot into her. The feral way it fucks her, the white-hot agony that clouds her mind, it snaps her from her coping delusion.
“I-It won’t fit! It won’t… fit!” Chikuma wheezes, squirming in the dirt like a bug pinned to corkboard, trying to push herself farther back and alleviate that terribly hot pressure… but the Beast places one clawed hand over her throat, chains her to the ground with threat alone.
“If… it doesn’t fit,” The Beast snarls, eyes glinting with hunger that she can feel, “then what’s the use of this cunt? Why fuck what I intend to eat?”
Jaws open wide, tongue slavering for a taste of carnage…
“P-Please, master!” Chikuma cries out in sheer terror. Her imagination… her imagination was double-edged. The times she imagined being made love to always felt so real for her.
And the pain of those jaws closing around her throat, cutting off the flow of life in a terrible and brutal moment- that too felt real.
“M-Master… please! I’ve… never with a man before!” Chikuma screams, writhing under her impalement, “You are just… so… -Nghyeiaahhh!?-”
The Beast tears her words from her throat with a pull of its hips back, pulling her walls along with that brutal rod. Short lived relief from the pressure for but a second before it fucks into her again, thick head slamming into her most sacred gate, bulbous flesh smacking her sensitive lips. Again and again, it tries to break her down... and she holds, but barely. A snarling... laugh?
"Your cunt feels good, little rabbit." The Beast growls, words like stones grinding together as it delights in taking her in torturously slow and full strokes. "Perhaps I won't kill you." It's words... are clearer than before, not awkwardly juggled in a mouth unused to speaking... and that unto its own chilled Chikuma to the bone.
"Ngh... I... I don't want... to die..." Chikuma gasps with a choked sob, "I... don't... want... to di- Eeyaaaghh!?"
"Then try not to break... little rabbit whore."
A warning, the only one she’ll ever get, except what could Chikuma do but whimper and nod? Spread her legs wider? Squeeze the breasts that were the envy of countless women?
Try… try and pretend like she wasn’t being defiled?
Y-yes… imagine that… that the man that she admired from afar… was the one claiming her.
Her strength fading, she uses the last of her flickering consciousness to shakily undo the buttons of her top, letting the cloth flap open with the movements of her debasement, her breasts bounce free. Yes, show her value… show her value so that maybe, eventually, this thing will see her for the trease she is… that she was-
The Beast spared no mercy for this prey. The cunt was fresh, unused to not just the Beast’s throbbing girth, but any man’s. The scent of virginal blood offered up with tears of terror and desperation… it was delectable.
Yes, that was the word that had formed in the Beast's mind, dragged from the scattered shelves of knowledge from what it had been before this blessing of strength.
The rabbit bitch was right; this was a delicacy and she needed to be savored.
Oh, and how it savored her supple flesh. Tight and wriggling, fighting a losing battle against the pressure and pull of such girth dragging through her. Tip to knot, over and over, imparting such fervor that the impacts bend her, lifts her back from the dirt and sends those deliciously full tits bouncing violently. Her eyes are clouded, her breathing staggered and raspy, but her body hasn’t broken -yet- as she still tries to move. Her fingernails rake little troughs in the ground, legs convulse, but it feels as if she’s starting to come undone as it continues to drive its knot brutally against her slit. Yes, little by little, it can feel her wetness kiss that thick meaty lump, pussy stretching for more and more to work in after each jolting rut.
"Sh-Shikikan! Ahn!" The whore deliriously cries out of a mouth agape with madness. It makes the Beast stop dead inside her. That word. It HATES that word it wakes that weak, dying voice in the back of the mind, breathes life into it when it should just LAY THERE AND DIE.
So the Beast grabs the whore by the hips, its claws cutting into the flesh of her back and hind as a reminder of just what was inside her. Monstrous, mighty, no way to mistake what she had offered herself up to.
And it thrusts harder than it ever had before. Harder than it had into that first willing cocksleeve, more savage than it had breaking that fighting bitch that had come to “save” her sister.
Impale the little rabbit with its cock, kill her hope and delusion, and if she died in the process, so be it, the Beast would eat well. If she didn't, then it would revel in this pleasure until she broke too.
“Ngh! Nyaagh!” Chikuma calls out for her lover; her Shikikan wanted more of her, wanted all of her.
His cock… it is so mighty, so glorious that she can’t take all of it so quickly, so wholly like she wants to. The mind is willing, but the body struggles. She tries to hold onto this wild and savagely delightful ride, her demure hands trying to wrap around those strong, thick, manly wrists of his.
“Gh… haah… Hnngh… ahn!” Chikuma tries to speak, tries to encourage her lover into drowning her with more love. Apologies too, she wants to apologize that she can’t even feel him anymore. The numbness of shock claiming her body, the haze of… of pleasure?
Something… thumps against her core, tries to work its way into a place that it couldn’t be, tries to crack… crack her open.
"Nggyah!? Eiyyaagghh-"
Chikuma's scream echoes through the woods, its tormented dissonance haunting as it bounces back at her. Delusion shattered, she writhes in pain and agony, in sheer disgust at the reality she's trapped in. The Beast above her, howling in delight... in triumph. Victorious...
Its cock crushing her, compacting her innards to her very lungs, the entirety of that throbbing length snug within her body.
And no escape if she could have even mustered the strength. That bulbous mound of turgid flesh has worked its way through her opening, that once sacred gateway clamped tight around it. She may be inhumanly durable, survived things that would have killed anyone lesser...
But she can't... breathe.
She can't breathe!
Mouth agape, trying to beg for mercy, but no air remains in her body to muster the words.
And her natural predator, her cruel new master grins as it works its hip anew, shakes her limp body across the ground, readying for the end. Her flesh, already stretched to the breaking point, endures one last swelling, her torment about to end in the ultimate debasement... the greatest defilement a woman can suffer reaching its inevitable climax.
Dagger-filled maw opens wide to the sky, its howls deep and haunting, the whole of its massive muscular frame shuddering… and it floods into her. Viscous, uncomfortably hot, spurting deep into her belly and quickly filling what little space was left. There’s no more breath to scream with, so all Chikuma can do is whimper and breathlessly sob as she feels it flow within, forming a sticky, cloying layer between the instrument of her disgrace and her flesh. Mercifully, the rigidity wilts slightly within her after each fresh surge… but the tension never alleviates with how all of that beast-seed has nowhere to go, trapped within her while she remains capped by that knot.
Her body reacts, shuddering violently like she was coming undone. Was it relief? Comfort in the thought that the torment was over; that she even lived through it at all? The Beast chuckles, its breathing heavy and deep- had she… worn it down as well?
It answers her muddled thoughts with action. It stands tall, Chikuma still fastened to its crotch, dangling her from their locked pelvises… and it starts walking forward. The shock, the fear of falling instinctevely makes her worn muscles clench once more, pulling a delighted growl from the Beast as it drags her head and shoulders through the dirt.
“That was good, little rabbit whore.” The Beast says, slowing its stride as it approaches… something.
“Nngh… guh…” Chikuma rasps, spitting dirt from her mouth as best she could- a waste of her precious breath. Her eyes dart, trying to see what is going to happen next when the Beast hunches over, squats down while reaching between its legs for her limp body. Clawed hands close around her waist, pulling her from the forest floor. A twisted benevolence as it brushes the dirt from her breasts.
The knot wilts enough, it pulls her from that fleshy pillar with a nauseating “pop!” , and like the most unholy bottle of champagne, all of that white spills out from her uncorked opening. The Beast lifts her, inspects her, licks her before spinning her around and laying her face first upon a boulder. The weight of her body pressed against her belly pushes even more sin out of her, she can feel its warmth flowing between her legs, clinging to the insides of her thighs, no doubt running down the curvature of the stone she now laid on. The Beast chuckles, coarse and taunting as it touches her, kneads her asscheeks, pushes on the small of her back to make more of its seed spurt from her.
It is playing with Chikuma… and wolves… wolves didn’t play with their meals, did they? It is giving her time to recover, time to breathe, time to… well she doubts she’ll ever go back to normal, but adjust to what her new normal will be as this thing’s… consort? Mate?
“Mmmgrh…- Good little rabbit. Hold still, little rabbit.” The Beast… whispers, but it is anything but calming or reassuring as Chikuma feels that against her rear. “I want… more.”
Chikuma sobs, feeling her legs being spread open again. She wants to scream in anger, she wants to fight now, furious at how she had let such a horrible thing happen to her…
“O-of course… master. Use your… little rabbit…” Chikuma whimpers. Her arms have no energy, no willpower reaching them, only her fingers tremble against the rock as she feels that fist-sized head of meat push into her.
“How boring…” The Beast growls, massive hand grabbing an asscheek, spreading her wider, but not just… fucking her and getting this over with!
“My new toy doesn’t seem to work. Perhaps I should throw it out.”
Sharp words, implications as unsubtle as a cannon shot. Chikuma… Chikuma musters what she can, the fear of death a proper motivator. It isn’t much, but she tries to wiggle her hips, as awkward and ungainly as it was frantic and distraught.
“Master…” Chikuma breathily moans, tries to put as much arousal as she can fake into a single word. Her blubbering isn’t faked though… just tweaked slightly.
“What do you want, little rabbit? Tell me.” The Beast asks, words resonating clear and enunciated. The cruelty… it wasn’t an animal’s cruelty; it was something uniquely human.
“I w-want… my master’s cock…”
She disguises her disgust by panting, hides her fear with a veneer of lust… and the Beast grabs her by the ears, yanks her head off of the stone so it can look her in the eyes.
“Tell me the truth, little rabbit. What do you want?”
“I don’t want… to die.”
“And this is how you’ll do that?” The Beast… laughs at her, dropping her back onto the stone. It refuses to move, refuses to please itself using her…
Meaning she needed… she needed to…
On trembling arms she manages to push part of her body from the boulder, enough that she can try and swing herself back onto… onto its cock. She sobs, feeling an uncontrollable tear roll down her face as she bites back her urge to scream, the fresh taste of iron in her mouth as she works that girth back into aching, throbbing, protesting flesh.
Her lips cling around the rim of its tip, and now that one sinful anchor is set, Chikuma rocked her hips back, trying her best to relax to take more and more in. The tainting white that clings inside of her proved a blessing despite the revulsion… let her get half of that arm-of-meat into her, but she hit resistance. There is… there is just no way that she could fully impale herself, crush her womb in on her own volition, no way to take all of it in. She freezes, terrified at displeasing the thing that held her life by a strained thread. She turns her head slightly, daring a peek back at her dominator. The Beast’s breathing is still steady, still snorted through its nostrils instead of panted from a toothy maw. Still safe…
A deep and ragged breath, and she rides forward, feeling how its head tries to pull her weakened walls with it, and more and more Chikuma thanks… well she doesn’t know what to thank for being put in this position, but she’s thankful for any lubrication she could get. Slow, steady, trying not to show any more hesitation, she… she fucks herself onto the Beast’s cock, trying her best to please.
“M-master… is just too big for… my little rabbit p-pussy.” Chikuma mutters, stumbling over her own dignity. The weight of her breasts sway with her movements, a steady rhythm of shame, little tempting mewls devoid of pleasure. “Master… likes that Chikuma is… -Ngh- That Chikuma is tight?”
The Beast snarls when she uses her name, thrusts in response, driving Chikuma against the rock and once against punching the air from her lungs. It pushes down on her head with a monstrous hand, threatening to crush her skull against the rock.
“Don’t kill me!” She screams, visage breaking once more, “Please! Fuck me! Use me!”
“Yes. That is better.” The Beast laughs as it lays itself atop her, crushes her against the boulder. Its cock grinds up, pushes into her innards. Words, cold, cruel, and direct to her ears, “The real, scared little rabbit. Scream for help, little rabbit.”
“Atago! Atago-san help me!” Chikuma screams. She screams until her own voice tears at her vocal chords. She screams even as the Beast fucks her, her precious air wasted on words that will never be heard, and all the while the Beast laughs.
It laughs.
A refreshing meal, a change of flavor from the other two. Despite being a rabbit, despite being the perfect prey, the little whore didn’t break.
And if it didn’t break, then it would make strong pups in the end. Valuable then, and so the Beast would bring it back, protect it as one of its pack, relish in it daily, delight in making her crumble just like the first two. It strode up the game trail, dragging its newest bounty behind it. The rabbit was unconscious, mind lost somewhere between when the Beast was humping furiously and the second knotting. Went slack, made pumping her full even easier. A sudden shot of sadism makes the Beast reflexively growl, hungry once more.
It drags the rabbit forward by her ears, cum still trailing in the dirt from between those juicy, plump legs like a wellspring of white. The crudeness doesn’t wake her though, and neither does a deep and threatening snarl. It’d have to wait until it got back to its den, maybe take that fighting-bitch again, try to break her down- or maybe it’ll fuck pups into her sister before her eyes again, listen to her snap and snarl like a chained beast.
The Beast laughs in delight, conscious enough of the fortune it had both stumbled upon and begun to build. That bitch-in-heat from that place that reeked of oil and salt… she had held up her end of the deal, and perhaps it was time to expand its hunting ground.