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pure, adulterated violence flowed freely through iliksis' body as his strike came true. he lived for the surprised yelp, the terrified squirming -- it fed his hunger and his ego with cruel delight.

she was not easy to assail, but iliksis' fangs at her neck kept her subdued enough that he slid inside of her with a pleasured growl. bitch, the dybbuk thought between clenched teeth, savoring the terror that tinged the air.

the quail was forgotten as the duo struggled in the grass. iliksis' moves became more forceful, his grip less careful -- until at last he had spent himself immeasurably inside the deflowered damsel, and permanently sowed her with shame.

he would not be able to hold her for long - she was larger than his usual quarry, but his lust had been tenacious and powerful. during their struggle her fangs had found his forepaws more than once; as the adrenaline faded, iliksis would come to learn his violation had come with a terrible price.

feeling immortal after such merciless defilement, iliksis slid from laurel and spat at the ground near her face, his grin wide and unnerving. "something to remember me by, cunt."

he did not linger. delivering a terrific kick to the quail, iliksis cackled derisively as he left her, alone exactly as she had wanted.